Mumbai Tales-II

The Beautiful Shahzada

Ravi: Varun, Can you pass me the towel please?

Me:(jokingly) You forgot the towel and went for the shower? What if I weren’t here? Who would have passed you the towel then?

Ravi: If you weren’t here, why would I need a towel in the first place? I could just come out with my natural glory.

Me: Then assume I am not here. Let’s see how much guts you have.

Continued…..

Although I told him to come out naked, there was a part of me which believed he was attracted to me, and if provoked he would come out naked. So I asked him where the towel is and fetched it. Then I knocked on the door, and he opened a little, enough to take the towel in. All I could see was his arm, wet, shining with water droplets dripping on the floor. I don’t know how, but every time I looked at him, it felt like I should go ahead and kiss him. 

After 5 minutes, he came out wearing only a towel. His hair, rummaged with water looked so good I swear I could have eaten him up. We sat to eat pizza, which was almost cold. Soon again, he got another call and he started pacing in the room while talking on phone. Once, I thought luck is choosing my side when his towel almost slipped off, but he caught it and adjusted it in time. While on phone, he went to his drawer and took out a pair of blue striped boxers. He tried putting them on while talking on phone, which was proving to be difficult. So he turned his back towards me and tried wearing them. All the while I kept looking in his direction indirectly via a mirror, and in the moment between removing the towel and wearing boxers fully, I got a full 5 second glimpse of his bubble, yet tight ass. It looked like an artist has chiselled it themselves. My mouth was filled with saliva, imagining what I would do with that asshole if I got my hands on it. however, I contained my thoughts else I would have showed another boner in my boxers. 

Soon, he was done with his phone call. I told him that its getting late, I will go to my room and try to get some sleep but he stopped me saying it’s only 11:30, and next day is Sunday.So I obliged and we played another game of Fifa, while smoking, and since this time I wasn’t sporting my dickhead to distract him, he won the game. As I took my leave, he followed me to the living room saying that he isn’t sleepy, so he will just watch some TV, while chatting a bit with his girlfriend.

Next thing i know, I could hear him talking on phone with Aishwarya(His girlfriend) from my room. He was telling how much he misses her, since she recently moved to Bangalore for work, and that it’s been over a month since had sex. I think they were on Video call, because I could hear some hushed noises also like, “I can’t show my boobs now. My friend might walk in. You also have a roommate now” and “I miss Shahzada a lot. If I were there you wouldn’t have to masturbate, I would have licked and sucked it all day.You know how much I love Shahzada”(I deduced from context that his dick was called Shahzada :-p ).

I realised I should not listen to too much of their personal issues, and slept soon. Next morning when I woke up at 9, it was still early from Sunday standards. 

I went outside to get newspaper, and to my surprise, I found Ravi asleep there in the hall, on couch. Apparently he must have fallen asleep while talking on phone till late at night. He Was still in his blue boxers, and I could see a faded outline of his limp penis. I went and sat near his feet, with my newspaper, but my eyes were somewhere else. I tried to peak inside his boxers, to get a glimpse of what he’s hiding inside but couldn’t see anything. Then he made an ‘ummmmm’ noise, like people do when in a dream and scratched near his pelvis. Probably the heat was making him scratchy, because next he put his hand inside boxers and started scratching his balls.That made his boxers go down a little, and I could see his pubes, only a little of them as most area was clean shaved. His dream must have been sexual in nature, because now he had a semi hard on. I could clearly see he had a big ‘Shahzada’. His girlfriend wasn’t lying, if I were in her place I would also lick and suck on it all day. I gathered some courage, and pulled down his boxers a little more. 

Now I could clearly see a small part of his dick, and it was purely mesmerising.How I wished to pull them down all the way, and to make it wet with my saliva.

However, I controlled myself and went back to my newspaper. I kept stealing small glances back and forth, to see the part of his Lund I could. It looked pure amazing, glistening in the light of morning sun. After about an hour, he woke up. I pretended to be deeply engorged in the newspaper, oblivious to his presence. 

He smiled as soon as he saw me, and we exchanged good mornings. 

Me: Someone had a long night.

Ravi: Yeah, I also don’t know when I feel asleep. All I remember is dreaming a lot.

He had a bit of morning wood, but he was unable to adjust it given it would be awkward. He excused himself and went to washroom, returning after 10 minutes with a glass of water I his hand. He had put on his vest, and his boxers were properly arranged now. If I had any chance of seeing him naked, they looked far fetched now. 

He then went to his room to do his morning routine of exercises, and I went to my room. I spent most of the day surfing internet and watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S.. At around 6 in the evening, he came to my room asking if I want to go to any nearby watering hole(Bar) to get some drinks. I agreed, and asked him to give me 10 minutes to get ready.

I wore a tight red T-shirt and Grey jeans, with Black sneakers, and was happy with the way I looked. I also installed Grindr(A gay meet up and hookup app, for those of you who might not know) in my phone, expecting to meet someone at the bar, now that I needed to start exploring Mumbai. Then I went to Ravi’s room. He was standing there in Blue, torn jeans, bare chested, ogling at himself in the mirror.

Ravi: Just 2 more minutes, I need to put on a shirt and then I am ready.

Me: Take your time. By the way, you look way hotter in boxers than in jeans. (Laughing)

Ravi: I know, but I save that look for you only.(Giggling)

In the meantime, he put on a white shirt, made of a thin fabric that complemented his skin and showed his hot body. He was looking like a sex bomb, and I wanted him to explode on me.

He took he to a nearby pub, called Puzzles which according to him is the chic spot of the area. The place was mostly buzzing, it being a Sunday evening. We ordered 2 beers, and lighted our cigarettes. I had hopes of finding someone on Grindr, given there were some very hot guys in the bar. While drinking, I checked the app and found about 5 guys in a very close distance, 1 of which seemed ok, someone I could maybe hookup with. Now came the important part, who would be the first one to ping. I was enjoying Ravi’s company, so I just tapped and decided to let the other guy text me, if he was interested. Who knew my plans were useless, for Ravi ordered an LIIT after his beer, and pretty soon he was a little drunk. I was surprised to see this, as I always assumed that a macho guy with his physique would have more capacity.

However, soon enough he had trouble sitting straight and was talking randomly to people. It was clear that he was very drunk, when he asked a random girl near our table for her phone number, to have threesome with him and his girlfriend. The girl understandably denied and made a disgusted face. I decided to take him home before he could make more trouble. We got out of Puzzles, and somehow, after a 20 minute ordeal got a cab. It was difficult handling Ravi, partially because he was drunk and can barely walk straight and partially because I was supporting his whole body weight, which was considerably more than mine.

Somehow we got into the cab, and he fell asleep on my shoulder. His hand was resting in my lap, dangerously close to my crotch. I felt kind of horny given I was also 2 beers down, and haven’t had any stranger suck my dick at the bar. All these thoughts made me semi hard down there, and the movement in my jeans was felt by Ravi too. He immediately shifted his hand, only to return to the same position in 2 minutes, only this time he wasn’t resting his hand on my crotch, rather he was fondling my dick. The cab driver was quite interested in what was happening, and was regularly checking us out in his rear view mirror. I caught him looking at us, and instead of looking away, he gave a sly smile and kept looking at Ravi’s hands playing with my dick. The cabbie wasn’t very old, probably around 35 and smart looking guy, but I was being felt by an even hotter guy at the moment, so my whole attention was on Ravi.

Soon, we reached our apartment. I paid the driver in cash, and while handing back the cash, he made sure to touch my dick in a slight motion. Clearly he wanted something to happen, but I needed to take care of drunk Ravi, who was about to fall asleep on the floor. We took the lift and reached our flat.

I somehow took Ravi to his room, while he was mumbling  something and holding me by my waist. As soon as we reached his room, he fell on the bed and since he was holding me tightly, I fell on top of him. It was a scene right out of a movie, very erotic and charged. I could actually feel all his abs and pecs, and my legs were twined with his. I somehow got up, and oriented him properly on bed, while removing his shoes and covering him with a blanket. He was sweating a lot, so I switched on the ac. He was still mumbling something, and trying to open his shirt buttons. I realised he couldn’t sleep comfortably in his shirt, so I helped him remove the shirt, only to be more mesmerised by the view of his manly chest and hairless abdomen. Suddenly he got up and hugged me, thanking me for taking care of him. He was coming back to his senses, still drunk but able to talk properly. He then removed his jeans, taking support on my shoulder. Now he was standing there in his boxers alone, and only I knew how hard it was for me to control. I had a full hard on, but I didn’t want to do anything that crosses a line. He then asked me to help him pee, so I took him to the washroom, and waited outside. After about 2 minutes, he called me in as he couldn’t maintain his balance and needed support.

Now, he was holding me for support while peeing, and I was using all the willpower I have to not look at his dick. But I am only human after all, and I stole a look and few more after that. In flaccid state, It was about 4.5 inches long, uncut with brown foreskin which was hiding the most beautiful top, a purple-pinkish mushroom with a little peephole which was throwing a beer golden jet stream right now. I could feel myself oozing precum in my draws, and my dick was struggling to come out at this sight.

What happens next? Can I control the urge to suck on his juicy lollipop and eat its honey? Would I get to lick and rim that bubbly ass?

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Varun