Jewels for Vishnu (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove)

by Roland Graeme

  Kaustav had pulled Corey’s sweatshirt up his torso, over his head, and completely off and had pulled his pants down to his knees, hobbling him, revealing the lewd bulge that filled the front pouch of Corey’s jockey shorts. Kaustav thrust one hand inside the underpants and squeezed what he found there. Groaning, Corey retaliated by moving his hands from Kaustav’s brown back to his trim belly. He found the button at the waistband of Kaustav’s slacks and unfastened it. The zipper burst open of its own accord, and Corey laughed excitedly when Kaustav’s naked flesh brushed against his own.

  He pushed the trousers down, then the undershorts, baring his partner’s muscular buttocks and stroking them with sweat-dampened hands.

  “I’m getting so excited,” he whispered.

  “So am I.”

  “You’ve got a really nice ass.”

  “Thank you, Corey.”

  “I don’t think we need to be so damn formal, under the circumstances.”

  “I disagree. I don’t see why men should abandon their manners just because they are in bed together.”

  “All right, I’ll try my best to be polite. But let’s postpone the debate about etiquette for later, shall we?”

  “Agreed.”

  Both men were already grinding their bodies, and especially their crotches, together in hard, rapid motions, in imitation of the rhythms of coitus.

  “Oh, Kaustav, you’re getting me so turned-on I can’t stand it,” Corey complained happily. “Come on, let’s get the rest of these clothes off.”

  They parted their bodies only long enough to strip them completely, flinging their few remaining garments over the side of the bed and onto the floor. Then they crushed their sweaty male nakedness together once more. Corey was afraid he was about to have some sort of a fainting spell, so rapidly was his heart pounding against Kaustav’s chest.

  “Kiss me,” Kaustav demanded. “Let me have your mouth!”

  Corey glued his lips to Kaustav’s. The other man’s beard was soft, caressing his chin and cheeks. There was tenderness in the kiss, but it did nothing to ease the excitement Corey could feel pounding through his veins. He couldn’t wait a moment longer. He had to make love to this man!

  “You’re so beautiful, Kaustav,” he breathed against the other man’s lips after reluctantly breaking the kiss. “I can’t help myself. I’m wild about you. I have to have you.”

  “You say that almost as though it was something to be ashamed of. As though you were embarrassed.”

  “I know. I’m not usually like this when I’m in bed with a guy. But somehow, this is different.”

  “Different? How?”

  “I’m not sure. It’s how I feel about you. Oh, hell. I can’t seem to be able to put it in words. Not right now, anyway. Not when I’m this damn turned-on. But maybe I can show you,” Corey added recklessly.

  Kaustav smiled in that uniquely intimate, sexy way he had. “They do say actions speak more loudly than words.”

  “Then you’d better brace yourself, mister, because my whole body is about to start shouting. Lie back, Kaustav. Let me suck you.”

  “Be my guest. Provided you allow me to return the favor.”

  “Yes, but not right now. I want to go down on you. I want to suck your cock. You just lie there and let me blow you. Tell me if I’m not doing it the way you like,” Corey added—a little maliciously, because he had every confidence that Kaustav would find nothing in his oral performance to fault. And before Kaustav had a chance to respond, Corey went on the attack.

  Kaustav arched his hips up from the bed and gritted his teeth as Corey’s disheveled blond head dived down into his crotch and his wet, smooth lips swallowed up the thick head of Kaustav’s cock.

  “Ah!” Kaustav yelped, thrusting his fingers into Corey’s hair and pushing his head farther down on his cock.

  Yeah! Got you, you gorgeous, well-hung number! And I’m not going to let you go. Not until I’ve given this big dick of yours the ride of its life!

  Recovering from his initial shock, Kaustav sank back on the bed and let Corey blow him. He seemed to be enjoying the ride. Still, there was no point in leaving anything to chance. Inflamed though he was, Corey managed to maintain enough presence of mind to focus all of his concentration on the cock he now had in his mouth. It was big, and he had to fight back his instinctive urge to gag on its bulk when he first plunged his lips all the way down around the base. Lubricating the inflexible shaft with his freely flowing saliva, he quickly settled into a steady up-and-down rhythm, making oral love to Kaustav with all the abandon at his disposal.

  His exertions had the desired effect. He soon had Kaustav writhing and humping on the bed, pushing his cock up to drive it in and out of Corey’s greedily accepting mouth.

  “Corey!” Kaustav gasped. “That feels so good! It almost feels too good. I’m going to come if you keep that up. Maybe you’d better slow down a bit.”

  Slow down? Now? No. Fuck that shit! Corey had no intention of slowing down. He wanted Kaustav to come. He wanted to feel Kaustav’s semen flooding his mouth.

  Far from slackening his pace, he accelerated it while he emitted some strangulated grunts and whimpers, which, he hoped, would somehow convey to Kaustav his desperate eagerness to bring him off.

  “I’m really going to come,” Kaustav warned, his voiced reduced to a tense, helpless-sounding whisper.

  Good! Go right ahead! Corey sucked harder and grunted even more obscenely.

  “I can’t hold it back. Stop, oh stop, unless—!”

  Shuddering from head to foot, Kaustav reached down with both hands and seized Corey’s head, trying to pull his mouth away from his cock. But Corey wasn’t having any of that. Not when the prize was so close to his reach that he could already taste it!

  He desperately pushed Kaustav’s hands away and closed his lips tightly around the slick, throbbing cylinder of Kaustav’s dick at the precise moment when it popped. Cum shot out of the jerking rod and struck the roof of Corey’s mouth, searing his tongue with its salty flavor as it filled his mouth. The warm semen began to trickle down his throat, at the same time coating his teeth and gums with its stickiness. Corey swallowed once, but Kaustav was ejaculating so forcefully that he was afraid he might choke on the man’s load. He pulled his mouth away from the erupting cockhead in an instinctive, self-protective reflex. The rest of the wet white load splattered all over his face and hair. One spurt struck Corey’s left eye, momentarily blinding him as the fluid ran down his cheek and left a slimy trail behind it.

  “Fuck!” Corey cried as Kaustav’s cum-covered dick slapped against his cheek, already losing some of its rigidity and sagging in post-orgasmic relaxation.

  “Sorry,” Kaustav gasped.

  “Sorry, hell! What a fucking cum shot! Don’t move,” Corey warned. “I want that cum!”

  He lapped it up, swabbing his tongue restlessly over Kaustav’s sweaty brown flesh. The taste intoxicated him, and he let out moan after moan of pleasure.

  His own hard-on, neglected until now, was silently pleading for relief. A few quick, rough whacks from Corey’s fist were all that were needed to tap his own flow of sperm. He ejaculated in fierce, high-velocity spurts.

  He was somewhat surprised, but pleasantly so, when Kaustav reached down, grabbed him under his armpits, and hauled him on top of him, so that they lay face-to-face. Kaustav kissed Corey with that same arousing tenderness he had displayed before, but this time his tongue explored the interior of Corey’s mouth, which, Corey knew, still tasted of semen. Evidently, Kaustav wasn’t quite as conservative in some sexual matters as Corey had assumed.

  Corey lay on top of Kaustav’s chest, raising himself a bit on his elbows so he could look down at Kaustav’s face. They exchanged smiles.

  “That was some facial,” Corey remarked.

  “I’m sorry I came on your face like that,” Kaustav said meekly. He used one hand to gently wipe away some of the wet fluid that still adhered to Corey’s cheek.

  “I thou
ght we’d agreed to cut back on the mutual politeness. Anyway, there’s no need to apologize. I liked it when you shot off on me. Couldn’t you tell?”

  “You did seem rather enthusiastic.”

  “I haven’t seen a real-life cum shot like that one in some time. Have you ever thought about going into the porno business?”

  “You mean financing an adult video?”

  “No, I mean performing in one.” As he spoke, Corey had a vivid mental image of Kaustav and the redoubtable Pierce Taser performing sexual gymnastics together.

  To his delight, he saw that he’d succeeded in shocking Kaustav.

  “Really, Corey!”

  “Am I embarrassing you? But seriously, Kaustav, you’ve got the looks, the body, and the cock for it. A lot of people would pay good money to see that cum shot you just delivered captured on film. And, now that I think of it, I don’t know of any Indian porn stars. They seem to come from all sorts of places—Russia, Eastern Europe, Spain, Italy, Brazil, Australia—but never from India. You could be the first.”

  Kaustav emitted a noise somewhere between a grunt and a snort. “In my country, the men are modest.”

  “Oh, they are, are they?”

  “Yes.”

  “Even the gay men?”

  “Yes, as a general rule.”

  “You’ll forgive me if that claim sounds a bit strange, coming from a man who’s lying there naked, covered in my cum.”

  “Corey, you are going to make me blush.”

  “I’m trying to. All kidding aside, I do like the fact that you’re not the kind of a manwhore that’s typical of this town.”

  Kaustav smiled. “I have a confession to make.”

  “Go ahead, spill it.”

  “When we first met and I was attracted to you and I hoped that something might develop between the two of us, I was worried that I might be too conservative, sexually, to suit you.”

  “Are you saying that I come across like a manwhore?”

  “No, I’m only saying that you are very American. By which I mean, very liberal in your attitudes. Very free.”

  “Yeah, that’s me. I hope.”

  Kaustav glanced down at his own body. “We are very sweaty and dirty.”

  “That’ll happen during a hot sex session like the one we just had. God, that was good. I’m only sorry it was over so soon.”

  “Would you like to take a bath? And then we can relax.”

  “If you expect me to relax, you’re going to have to put some clothes on,” Corey said. “Otherwise, I’m likely to remain pretty tense—genitally speaking. But a bath does sound good.”

  “Would you like to take your bath with me?”

  “You mean, both of us in the tub at the same time?”

  “Exactly.”

  “That sounds kind of decadent.”

  “Not necessarily. In many cultures, men socialize together while bathing.”

  “Well, I’ve enjoyed some good long soaks with other guys in hot tubs, but that was always outdoors, not indoors. I’m willing to give it a try.”

  “Would you like a drink while we bathe?”

  “This is sounding more and more decadent by the minute. Sure.”

  “Champagne? That might be refreshing.”

  “Why not.”

  “Would you mind starting the tub running, while I go get the champagne?”

  “I’d be delighted to, but once again you’re going to have to steer me in the right direction.”

  Kaustav laughed. “The bathroom is through that door.” He kissed Corey, then got off the bed and left the bedroom—still totally nude and with his body streaked with telltale smears of semen.

  So much for the alleged “modesty” of the Indian male, Corey thought.

  He went through the door Kaustav had indicated.

  Once again, he had to admit that this house was filled with surprises. He’d expected the master bathroom to be luxurious, but he wasn’t prepared for the sybaritic environment he now found himself in. The bathroom was huge, and its floor and walls were covered with tiles in brilliantly colored geometric patterns. Here and there, the wall tiles yielded to large mirrors. In addition to the toilet, sink, and vanity, several free-standing cabinets were placed against the walls. But what caught Corey’s attention was the arrangement of furniture in the center of the room. It consisted of a full-sized sofa, a pair of armchairs, and a coffee table. Nearby, potted ferns, geraniums, and aloes set in colorful ceramic cachepots on the floor provided a hint of the outdoors.

  Then Corey saw the bathtub itself. It was sunk into the floor, lined with the same tiles, and it was large enough to hold—at a guess—half a dozen people comfortably.

  Corey approached the tub. There was an impressive, indeed intimidating, array of knobs, handles, and buttons set in the rim. Corey managed, with a little trial and error, to find the controls that closed the drain in the bottom of the tub and opened the hot water. The tub began to fill, steam rising from the surface of the water. Corey tested the water with his hand then opened the cold tap. He eased himself into a sitting position on the floor of the tub. The tub filled rapidly, and the water soon came up to his waist.

  Kaustav came into the bathroom. He was still nude, but he was cradling against his chest a plastic bucket, containing an open bottle of champagne nestled in crushed ice, and in one hand he held two plastic tumblers. He set everything down beside the tub.

  “I hope you don’t mind drinking out of plastic,” Kaustav said. “I don’t like to run the risk of broken glass in here.”

  “Plastic is fine. In fact, it’s kind of reassuring. Safety first, you know.” Corey took a sip of champagne from the tumbler Kaustav handed him. “This is some bathroom. May I ask why you have a sofa and chairs in here?”

  “To entertain guests, of course.”

  “Oh, of course.”

  “It can be quite pleasant to sit in here and talk. In or out of the tub.”

  “It sounds positively decadent. I believe ‘sybaritic’ is the word I’m thinking of. Like something the ancient Romans would indulge in. After the gladiatorial combats and before the orgy. Wow. It’s getting really steamy in here.”

  “I like it hot,” Kaustav said—presumably without any attempt at overt sexual innuendo. “Is it getting too intense for you? Shall I add more cold water?”

  “Not on my account. I’m starting to sweat a little, but it feels good. Very relaxing.”

  “That’s the intent.”

  As steam rose to fill the room and cloud the air, Kaustav took a canister and shook some bath salts into the tub. The emulsion gave off a strong, musky scent as it foamed and frothed beneath the faucet, covering the surface of the water with a snowy layer of thick suds.

  “Oh, that does feel good,” Corey declared.

  He eased himself down lower, into a half-sitting, half-lying position in the steaming tub, immersing himself up to his chest, and his muscles seemed to soak up the hot water, which felt slightly slippery from the bath salts. It was almost as though the water was massaging him. Sweat began to drip down his face and chest, but it was the cleansing kind of perspiration that felt good. He closed his eyes.

  “Don’t fall asleep on me,” Kaustav teased him.

  “I’m not. I’m just relaxing, which I thought was the whole point of this.”

  “It is. Lean forward a little.”

  Kaustav had sat down in the tub opposite him, with their thighs sliding against each other. Touching but not seeing the other man was a very sensuous feeling. Corey kept his eyes closed as he did as Kaustav asked. He could feel Kaustav soaping up his face and upper body with a big sponge. It was a delicious sensation, and it got even better when Kaustav began to treat him to a combination of a wash and a rubdown, scooping up handfuls of water repeatedly to splash them over Corey’s skin.

  “I’ll turn the taps off,” Kaustav murmured.

  The tub had indeed gotten full. Corey now felt something wet and creamy being dribbled down his hair from ab
ove. “What’s that?” he asked. “Some kind of liquid soap?”

  “No, it’s shampoo,” Kaustav said. “Did you know that ‘shampoo’ is a Sanskrit word?”

  “I did not know that.”

  “You have beautiful hair.”

  “So do you. You have beautiful everything, Kaustav.”

  Kaustav chuckled. “Keep your eyes closed,” he warned. His fingers worked the shampoo up into a lather, rubbing it into Corey’s scalp. Then he once again used handfuls of water to rinse Corey’s head.

  Corey opened his eyes and smiled at Kaustav. He pushed a wet strand of hair back from his forehead.

  “Let me do you,” Corey offered.

  “If you like.”

  “Turn around. Lean back against me.”

  When Kaustav had complied, Corey set to work, shampooing Kaustav as thoroughly as Kaustav had shampooed him. He had the additional pleasure of being able to lather and rinse Kaustav’s beard, as well.

  “Remind me to come to this establishment more often,” Corey joked. “I’ve been in bathhouses, but never one quite as upscale as this one.”

  “Are you enjoying yourself?”

  “Immensely.”

  “More champagne?”

  “Please.”

  The champagne was still cold, and its fizzy chill felt oddly refreshing inside the mouth. Corey drank freely. He could feel himself perspiring. A delightful lassitude was beginning to take possession of him.

  “I’m getting a little drunk,” he confessed.

  “Not too drunk to get an erection, I hope.”

  “Um, booze rarely affects me that way. It’s this hot water you’re going to have to worry about. It’s not just relaxing the rest of me. It’s also relaxing my prick. If you want some more sex before we go to sleep, we should probably get out of here, dry off, and adjourn to your bedroom.”

  “Do you want to get out?”

  “Actually, no. This is heavenly. But I certainly want to play around some more with you. What a dilemma.”

  “Would you like to make love right here in the tub?”