“I’m willing to give it my best shot.”
“Stand up and let me suck you.”
Corey stood up until he was submerged in the tub only from his knees down. Water ran down his upper body. Kaustav sat on the bottom of the tub, with his legs on the outsides of Corey’s. He got comfortable then leaned forward, grasped Corey’s buttocks in his hands to steady him, and began to suck his cock.
Within seconds, Corey realized that the heat in the bathroom wasn’t going to be a problem. He got fully hard almost at once, and the interior of Kaustav’s moist mouth actually felt lukewarm in contrast to the steamy air surrounding him.
Kaustav interrupted his sucking to retrieve his plastic cup and pour some champagne over Corey’s cock. He went all the way down on it again, slurping noisily, then repeated the process several times.
“What a delightful way to enjoy a drink,” he told Corey at one point. “Not that your cock doesn’t taste delicious all on its own.”
He performed the champagne trick until the glass was empty, and Corey’s erection ached with desire. Then Kaustav pulled his mouth away from Corey’s cock and stared up at him with those smoldering black eyes.
“Corey, I want you to fuck me.”
“Really?”
“Don’t you want to?”
“Of course I do. But—somehow—I’d assumed it was going to be mostly the other way around. You’re so masculine.”
Kaustav laughed softly. “But so are you. Surely you’re not the kind of man who thinks there’s something effeminate about wanting to be penetrated.”
“No, quite the contrary.”
“I like it either way.”
“So do I.”
“But I’d like you inside me this first time. It’s something I’ve sort of been looking forward to.”
“All right. Only I hate the thought of having to get out of this nice warm tub.”
“We don’t have to get out of it.”
“Well, I don’t bareback, Kaustav. We’re going to have to get a rubber and some lube, which I assume you have in your bedroom.”
“I do. I’m well supplied. Not only in the bedroom but right here, as well.” Kaustav took one of the canisters from the ledge, removed its lid, and pulled out a condom.
“I can see that all sorts of ‘socializing,’ as I believe you called it, goes on here in your bathroom.”
“Sometimes,” Kaustav admitted, although he maintained a poker face. “As for lubrication, I don’t really need any. The water should suffice. And I like the feeling of a hard cock fitted tightly inside my ass. But here’s a tube of water-soluble lube if you want to use it.”
“You really are the perfect host, Kaustav. You offer me a meal, you offer me a bath, you offer me champagne, and now, to top it off, you offer me your ass.”
“Feel free to make good use of it. What’s mine is yours.”
Corey put on the condom then availed himself of the lube.
“I assume you’ve done this before?” he asked. “Had sex here in the tub, I mean?”
“Shame on you, Corey. Are you asking me to fuck and tell?”
“I’m not asking you to name names. I’m just curious about what position you recommend. Doing it with both of us standing up would seem to be a little risky. We might slip and fall. Ending up bruised could diminish some of the pleasure.”
“Why don’t you sit down in the water, and I’ll sit on you?”
“That sounds doable, without involving too much risk to life and limb.”
“Would you like me to sit on your cock facing you or with my back to you?”
“Wow, that’s some choice. Face-to-face, I think.”
They assumed the positions Kaustav had suggested, and with Kaustav’s weight resting lightly on top of him, and Kaustav’s buttocks pressed against his thighs, Corey found himself trying to insert his submerged erection into the other man’s equally waterlogged ass. He searched for the hole, found it, and placed the tip of his gloved hard-on firmly against the aperture.
Kaustav, seated on him with his legs on either side of Corey’s body, put his arms around Corey’s shoulders and leaned down to give him a kiss. The bath water, all around them, soaked their flesh in wet warmth, and clouds of steam continued to rise from its surface.
“Now,” Kaustav whispered. “Take me. Fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”
Groaning with anticipation, Corey made a tentative, exploratory upward thrust. To his delight, Kaustav’s ass, relaxed by its lengthy immersion in the hot bath, clung to his cock like a second condom and moved easily along with his thrust. There was just enough friction to send shivers of pleasure up Corey’s spine. He groaned and bucked his hips upward, driving his cock into the moist tissues that parted to accept him. He withdrew, thrust upward again, and then began to repeat the process, fucking Kaustav’s butch ass. He could feel Kaustav’s strong hands gripping and exploring his wet body, trying to steady himself against Corey as they humped passionately in the tub.
“You’re got such a nice, tight ass,” Corey gasped.
“Thank you.”
“And you’re such a nice, hot fuck!”
“All Tamil men are.”
Corey assumed this was an exaggeration on Kaustav’s part. On the other hand, it was just possible that there was something genetic, or about the hot tropical climate in southeastern India, which caused its men to have exceptionally responsive butts. Certainly, the two specimens of Tamil manhood Corey had encountered so far, namely Renesh and Kaustav, were wonderful to fuck. He closed his eyes, the better to concentrate on the purely physical aspects of their anal intercourse.
Corey’s balls hung loose in their sac, softened and relaxed by the heat, and he knew that one of the advantages of fucking in the tub like this was that it would take him longer than usual to come. Not wanting to open his eyes again just yet, he groped about, touching the other wet body, which was impaled upon his virility. He caressed firm muscle and flesh, rubbed the creamy soapsuds into the smooth, overheated skin that brushed against his own.
“Fuck me, Corey. Oh, please fuck me!”
“What do you think I’m doing?” Corey retorted. “God, how I love your hot hole!”
The two men fell silent and concentrated on the fuck.
Corey was dimly aware of slapping and splashing noises. He could hear, too, Kaustav panting and sucking in his breath in little whimpers and gasps as something hard and fleshy bounced against Corey’s belly from time to time. Corey realized that Kaustav was jacking himself off as he rode up and down on Corey’s prick. Corey took over the job, pushing Kaustav’s hand away and grasping the big uncircumcised cock in his own fist. He began to pump on it hard, squeezing the soft-textured yet rock-solid shaft in his hand and beating on it in the rough way he tended to use when he masturbated himself. Kaustav didn’t protest, so Corey concluded he was enjoying the hand job and had no complaints about Corey’s manual technique.
Kaustav poured a double handful of soapy water over his crotch to lubricate Corey’s fist. He cried out in ecstasy as Corey’s big hand brought him quickly to the brink of orgasm. At the same time, Corey could feel that the pressure of that tight masculine ass around his dick was having its inevitable effect, an effect no less sweet because it had been delayed this long. He was going to come. His cock twitched and throbbed inside Kaustav as it strained to release its pent-up load.
Kaustav was the first to shoot. He shouted out something unintelligible as his cock spat blobs of cum up between their heaving, sweating, soaking bodies, coating their heaving chests and trembling shoulders with splatters of thick male seed. Kaustav fell forward against Corey’s body and glued his panting mouth to the blond stud’s lips, forcing them apart and working his tongue about like a whip inside the other man’s mouth.
Corey lost his balance and slipped down in the tub, sending a miniature tidal wave over its rim, foundering helplessly over the slick tiled bottom of the tub and trying not to tear his mouth away from Kaustav’s. He
had to suppress his urge to yell as both their heads went under the surface and warm water rushed into his eyes and ears. Kaustav’s ass was contracting at an extraordinary rate in the involuntary muscle spasms that were the inevitable byproduct of a violent ejaculation. Delightful though the hot, squeezing, milking pressure was, it was almost too intense, given the hypersensitivity of Corey’s own ejaculating cock.
With a desperate effort, Corey broke the kiss, and he and Kaustav both thrust their heads up out of the water, fighting for breath. Corey fired his own load of cum into the tip of the condom, which was wedged firmly deep within that hot, tormenting manhole. Kaustav’s sphincter continued to flex so sharply that Corey was afraid it would tear off his cock at its root, and he bellowed like a lusty young bull, his cries reverberating off the tiled walls of the steam-clouded bathroom.
Kaustav, for his part, spat out a mouthful of water before he could speak. “Don’t take it out,” he pleaded. “Don’t take it out!”
“Don’t worry,” Corey gasped. As the two men shifted positions again, the motion drove Corey’s pumping cock deeper into Kaustav’s asshole as Corey continued to shoot.
He went on fucking Kaustav until his erection began to flag. Kaustav’s jism floated on top of the water in tiny while pools. Like water lilies—or lotuses, Corey thought.
His buttocks jerked convulsively as he made certain he had lost the last sluggish spurts of his cum, and he felt his exhausted prick beginning to go soft so that it slipped around more freely inside Kaustav’s hole. Both men shivered in post orgasmic response, as though the water had suddenly become cold.
Corey gently eased himself out of Kaustav, peeled the condom from his cock, and deposited it on the ledge beside the tub.
“Come here,” he whispered, hugging Kaustav tightly in his arms.
The two naked men sprawled languidly in the tub, their bodies meshed together in a fog of steam and sweat, both of them experiencing the light-headed feeling that could follow a prolonged, thoroughly satisfying fuck. Gently, tenderly, Kaustav took Corey’s head in his hands and kissed it.
“I told you that taking a bath together could be very relaxing,” Kaustav said.
Corey groaned. “‘Relaxing’ is hardly the word for it. I’m spent. I’m not sure I can even climb out of here.”
“Don’t worry. I will help you.”
A languid, bittersweet sexual euphoria infused Corey’s consciousness as he kissed Kaustav again. The water, he noticed, was growing tepid. Still kissing Corey, Kaustav felt for the handle that opened and closed the drain in the bottom of the tub, and turned it. The drain opened, and the water level began to sink.
Kaustav helped Corey to stand up in the rapidly emptying tub.
“Watch your step,” Corey warned. “I’m afraid I splashed a lot of water onto the floor and made a mess.”
“There’s a drain right there in the floor, to take care of just such accidents. And that’s why I have a housekeeping staff,” Kaustav said, carelessly. “Here, stand still and let me dry you off.” He did so with a large, soft towel, which he took from a nearby stack of them.
“Give me one of them,” Corey said. “I want to rub you down, too.”
“But no towel-snapping,” Kaustav warned facetiously. “This isn’t a locker room.”
“Too bad. That ass of yours looks extremely snappable.”
“So does yours.”
Before Corey could come up with a suitable retort, he caught himself stifling a yawn. “Sorry,” he muttered.
“Oh, don’t apologize. I should be the one to apologize, for keeping you up so late and for wearing you out. Are you sleepy?”
“Very.”
“Then let’s get you to bed.”
They returned to the bedroom and climbed into bed together. Kaustav took Corey in his arms. “Thank you,” he murmured, brushing Corey’s lips lightly with his own in the dark.
“For what?”
“For being here with me tonight. For the beautiful jewelry you have made for Vishnu. For being such an exciting lover. For everything.”
Chapter Thirteen:
Rain on the Roof
In the middle of the night, Corey was roused from a deep slumber by the distant sound of thunder. He opened his eyes and lay there in the gloom, looking up at the ceiling. The dim light reflected up onto it from the windows was mottled by streaks of rain. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the interior of the bedroom.
He turned onto his side. Kaustav was there, fast asleep, his black hair strewn across the pillow in disarray. Like a lot of men, he looked younger when his features were relaxed in sleep, almost boyish.
It was raining quite hard outside. Corey could hear the rainfall impacting on the flagstones of the terrace and splashing into the pool.
He had left his watch with his discarded clothes, but the alarm clock on the nightstand announced that it was 3:18 a.m.
Careful not to disturb his bedmate, Corey slipped out of the bed and walked over to the windows. He stood there, nude, observing the rain and the lightning.
There was another crack of thunder, loud enough to make Kaustav stir. “Corey, my love. Are you there?” his sleepy voice asked.
“Yes, I’m right here.”
“Is it storming?”
“It sure is.” An exceptionally bright flash of lightning lit up the room for a moment, confirming Corey’s words. The detonation of thunder followed a few seconds later.
“I thought I was dreaming about the thunder and the rain. I thought I was back home in Madurai, during the rainy season. I’m glad it held off until my plane landed. I don’t like flying in such weather.”
“Well, we can use the rain. It’s rather beautiful, actually.”
“Is it? You’re beautiful, standing there with your back toward me. Your behind is a work of art. Most enticing. Come back to bed,” Kaustav pleaded. “It’s lonely here without you.”
“All right.”
“We’ll go back to sleep. Neither of us has any pressing reason to get up in the morning. We can stay in bed for as long as we want. And then, Renesh will make us breakfast. Or brunch, as the case may be.”
“It all sounds very tempting.”
“Give in to the temptation, then. Come here.”
Corey got back into the bed, into Kaustav’s waiting arms.
“That’s better. It’s well past midnight, isn’t it? The start of a new day. Have I told you, today, how much I love you?”
“No.” Corey could feel his pulse pounding, and there was a sudden odd tightness in his chest, as though he was having trouble drawing a full breath. He forced himself to speak casually. “Well, maybe not with words. With deeds, certainly. As I recall, it was well past midnight when we were still fucking. We’d probably still be at it except for the fact that the spirit may have been willing but the flesh did eventually go limp.”
Kaustav chuckled. “I adore you.”
“And I’m crazy about you.”
“Are you? You don’t seem to me to be the kind of man who loses his head readily over another man.”
“You sound so serious all of a sudden, Kaustav.”
“I sometimes think I’m too serious. That’s why you are so good for me. You and I—we can laugh and be silly with each other. But I’d like to think we can be serious together, too. Sometimes people joke about the things they are the most serious about.”
“Such as their feelings?”
“Exactly.”
“Do you think I’m like that?”
“I think you are cautious about revealing or giving too much of yourself too soon. Which is not necessarily a bad thing. It means that when you do let your guard down and give yourself to another man, he’ll find the experience well worth the wait.”
“I was under the impression, Kaustav, that I gave myself to you tonight,” Corey pointed out.
“And so you have. And how grateful I am. How happy you’ve made me. All I’m saying is that when I tell you I love you, I don’t want y
ou to feel under any obligation to respond in kind, if you’re not ready to.”
“But—” Corey hesitated. “All right, I was about to blurt out, ‘But I do love you.’ And I do, Kaustav, I really do. But I want it to be more than a reflex on my part. I want it to be more than just words. I want it to be real.”
Kaustav’s warm hand caressed his shoulder. “As you said a moment ago—deeds, not words.” He kissed the shoulder.
“I was joking then. I’m being serious now.”
“Don’t be too serious,” Kaustav whispered. “Come here. Kiss me.”
Their lips met. Another flash of lightning briefly lit up the room.
“Wow. I just felt an electrical shock,” Corey exclaimed.
“That’s how I like to see you. Smiling and happy. Even here in the darkness, your smile lights up the room. We can talk seriously some other time. Kiss me again.”
Corey did so and then lay relaxed in Kaustav’s arms. The rain still drummed against the windows. Thunder pealed in the distance. Neither man said anything for a long moment. Then Kaustav spoke.
“Do you want to go back to sleep? Right away, I mean?”
“I don’t know. What are you suggesting as an alternative?”
“As long as we’re awake, we might as well take advantage of it. We might as well make love.”
“Are you sure you’re up to it, after everything we did earlier?”
“I am if you are, Corey.”
“I have to admit I’m feeling wide awake and surprisingly energetic at the moment.”
“Let’s fuck.”
“Let’s. How do you want to do it, this time? Me in you or you in me?”
“Me in you again, Kaustav. I want your butch ass.”
“It’s yours.”
Corey heard the drawer of the nightstand being slid open. A moment later, Kaustav was tearing open a condom packet and putting the rubber on Corey’s stiff prick. He followed through with a swipe of lubricant then threw himself on his back on the mattress, with his legs spread wide. He raised one leg and rested it on top of Corey’s shoulder.
“Fuck me like this, Corey, with one leg in the air,” he invited. “You should be able to go in really deep this way.”
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