Jewels for Vishnu (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove)

by Roland Graeme

  “It should be ready now. Sit down.”

  Corey found the taste and texture of the venison meat loaf very satisfying, and he complimented Renesh in absentia. “This is extraordinary. It’s what we call ‘comfort food,’ but with flair.”

  “Flair is our specialty. Or, as they say, you got to have a gimmick.”

  Corey shook his head. “Kaustav, you sound more American all the time.”

  After dinner, they had more wine. It was a warm night, and as the sun began to set, Kaustav suggested they go into the pool. He fetched towels and two bathrobes from his bedroom, and he and Corey stripped, flinging their clothes carelessly onto the floor before going out onto the terrace nude and jumping into the pool. They romped about in the water, splashing and ducking each other, laughing and being silly. Then, standing waist-deep in the water, they embraced and kissed languidly, savoring the moment. Overhead, the sky had turned the deep indigo blue of dusk as the brilliant orange, rose-red, and magenta colors of the distant sunset gradually faded in the west, and the first stars became invisible in the darker parts of the sky, toward the opposite horizon from where the sun had gone down.

  “This is wonderful, having you here with me,” Kaustav whispered. “Having you all to myself.”

  “I love being here. With you. I love you,” Corey replied.

  “And I love you. It’s strange. When we first met, I was so attracted to you. But I wanted to try to hide it, for some reason. I even tried to deny my feelings, to myself. It’s as though I was afraid that this—such a favorable outcome to our meeting—was too much to expect. Too much to ask for.”

  “I don’t ask much, Kaustav. Just to be with you. Just to be some small part of your life.”

  “You’re much more to me than that. You are my life.”

  Corey shivered slightly in Kaustav’s embrace.

  “Are you getting cold?” Kaustav asked.

  “No. Just excited.”

  “So am I. Let’s get out and dry off.”

  They toweled themselves then pulled on the bathrobes.

  “More wine?” Kaustav asked.

  “I don’t want to get too drunk.” What Corey did want to do was get a slight, pleasurable pre-sex buzz on. And he could feel himself starting to get to that point. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt us to kill off the bottle.”

  They sat on deck chairs on the terrace, sipping their wine, watching the sky grow darker and the stars grow brighter, and listening to the insect noises.

  “What a perfect way to spend an evening,” Corey finally said, breaking a long silence.

  “Yes, isn’t it? Would you like to see if there’s anything on television, or shall we just make an early night of it?”

  “Let’s go to bed. But let’s not make an early night of it. If you know what I mean.”

  Kaustav laughed. “Oh, I know exactly what you mean. And what a coincidence. Because I was thinking the very same thing.”

  On the way to the bedroom, they retrieved their clothes from the floor because, as Corey quipped, Renesh would be scandalized if he came home and saw the garments scattered about there.

  In the bedroom, they followed what had become their habitual ritual. They turned on only one small lamp, on the nightstand. Then Kaustav went over to the bookcase, where he struck a match and lit two thick pillar candles set on top of it among the row of statues. Next, he lit a stick of incense and placed it in the brass holder in front of the statue of Ganesh. While Kaustav occupied himself with this task, Corey noticed one of the jars of sex cream, set out on the nightstand at the ready, as Kaustav had promised. He grinned. It promised to be an interesting night!

  “Um, that incense smells good,” Corey remarked as he pulled down the covers and got onto the bed. “That’s a different scent than you burned the last time I was here, isn’t it?”

  “Yes. I opened a new box. This is called ‘yellow rose.’ It begs the question of whether you can identify the color of a rose by its scent.”

  “I like it. God, you look sexy standing there in front of the statues, in the shadows. I could lie here and look at you, admire you, all night. But then I wouldn’t be able to touch you, as well as look at you. So hurry up and get your gorgeous butch ass onto this bed.”

  “Yes, sir.” Kaustav joined Corey on the bed and joined their mouths in a long, open-mouthed kiss.

  Corey’s cock, already semihard, instantly completed its rise to full rigidity, jutting up from his groin at an angle. He didn’t really have to put one hand down between their bodies to confirm that Kaustav, too, was fully hard. Nevertheless, Corey did so, just so he could treat himself to the erotic pleasure of taking his lover’s cock in his hand and playing with it, stroking it gently from base to tip and rubbing his thumb across the slit in the cockhead to detect the tiny drop of seminal fluid that was already emerging from the aperture.

  Breaking their kiss, Corey twisted his head to one side and stuck his wet tongue in Kaustav’s ear. The other man’s silky black hair rubbed over his hot cheek as they strained their squirming bodies together, panting.

  They separated only long enough for Corey to twist his body around on the mattress so that they were in a sixty-nine position, faces thrust at each other’s groins. Kaustav reached one arm across Corey to seize the small blue jar and unscrew its lid. Kaustav dipped his fingers into the creamy white ointment it contained and worked a generous amount of it between Corey’s ass cheeks. Corey grunted pleasurably as a hot, tingling sensation soothed yet excited his anus as it absorbed the cream.

  “If this is truly an aphrodisiac, it should have an effect on your ass,” Kaustav said. “And if it isn’t, it at least feels as though it’ll be a good lubricant.”

  Scoffing, Corey took the jar from Kaustav’s hand and scooped some of the cream onto his own fingers, rubbing them together to familiarize himself with the balm’s slippery texture. Then he raised his fingers to his nose and inhaled the strong, vaguely herbal scent.

  “Turnabout is fair play,” he declared. “So you’re going to get your asshole greased up, too.”

  “That seems reasonable.” Kaustav turned the behind in question toward Corey.

  Corey massaged the lubricant into Kaustav’s puckered sphincter, loosening the taut muscle a bit with the firm, rhythmic strokes of his fingers. Kaustav let out a faint moan in response.

  “Does that feel good?” Corey asked.

  “Wonderful.”

  “This stuff sure makes that sexy little pucker of yours glisten.”

  “It’s starting to tingle a bit. It feels warm. Almost like some sort of a muscle rub.”

  “Maybe there’s something to be said for ancient Hindu sex recipes, after all. You did say this stuff is supposed to be edible, didn’t you? I wonder what it tastes like.”

  “There’s only one way to find out. I’ll go first. Give me a taste.”

  Kaustav allowed Corey to feed him a dab of the ointment.

  “Not bad,” Kaustav announced.

  “Give me a dab, too.”

  Corey sucked some of the cream from Kaustav’s fingertip. The ointment melted in his mouth and tasted fruity but with a pronounced tartness, although it was not unpalatable.

  “I’m getting horny,” Corey said.

  “No doubt a placebo effect. You were more than adequately horny before, as I recall. Although I must admit that I’m right behind you. I can’t wait any longer. Let’s make love.”

  They teased one another at first, each man taking turns going down on his lover, tantalizing him with quick, interrupted sucks from his mouth. But these fleeting licks and slurps were no more than a promissory note for the more aggressive oral foreplay to come.

  In another moment, they were pressing their bodies together in an exceptionally tight, sweaty configuration, with each man parting his thighs to make room for the other to thrust his head between them. Their hands gripped each other’s buttocks and spread them, holding them apart, and each man strained to get his mouth to the other’s anus, with his
partner’s genitals brushing over his shoulder and neck.

  Corey poked his tongue at Kaustav’s balls, licking them, then thrust his head still farther between the other man’s legs to run his tongue over the curve of his lightly dark-furred perineum muscle.

  Finally, his mouth and nose were crushed against the hot, sweaty flesh between Kaustav’s spread butt cheeks. He could detect the distinctive aroma of the lubricant, and then he could taste it again when he rubbed the tip of his tongue all over Kaustav’s cream-slathered sphincter. The concoction, whatever the hell it was, was delicious! Corey was almost beginning to suspect that it contained some drug. He was definitely feeling a buzz quite similar to being high. He felt completely uninhibited and very horny.

  He closed his eyes, the better to concentrate, and, panting, he drove his tongue up inside Kaustav’s gaping asshole as far as he could get it. His parted lips touched the Tamil stud’s jerking sphincter muscle, and he kissed it with a lewd suctioning noise. The sensuous, stimulating taste of the sex ointment filled his mouth, disguising the musky, slightly salty natural flavor of the other man’s ass. Kaustav grunted, and then, clearly determined to retaliate by doing a little ass licking of his own, he secured a firmer grip on Corey’s buttocks, spread them still wider, and shoved his head between the blond’s muscular thighs. Corey tensed then relaxed again and surrendered to the luxuriant feeling of being rimmed so expertly. He was intensely aware of the warm, wet flesh of his lover’s agile tongue penetrating his anus and lapping eagerly at the tender flesh that lined its interior. Turnabout was indeed fair play. They tongued each other’s assholes greedily until every trace of the lubricant was gone and their hotly pulsating cocks and semen-swollen balls were pleading for relief.

  “That was intense,” Corey gasped after he had pulled away from his partner. He wiped his burning lips.

  “Yeah. I can still feel a tingling sensation. Can you?”

  “I sure can.”

  “My pulse feels elevated.”

  “Mine, too. I don’t know if it’s the salve or just plain horniness.”

  “I’m experiencing another symptom, too,” Kaustav said.

  “Yeah? What’s that?”

  “An urgent desire to fuck you.”

  “This could be serious. I think you’d better give in to the desire before it becomes worse.”

  Corey threw himself facedown on the bed, spreading his legs. Then he reached behind himself with both hands to hold his ass cheeks open for his partner. He heard Kaustav ripping open a condom package, and the sound was followed by the snap when Kaustav stretched the rubber’s open end and then let it close snugly around the base of his cock.

  Kaustav retrieved the jar and smeared the cream all over his dick. He put the container down and mounted Corey, positioning his prick between those enticing buttocks with both hands.

  “You seem to be in a hurry,” Corey observed.

  “Sorry. It must be the aphrodisiac.”

  “Oh, no need to apologize. Oddly enough, I’m feeling kind of impatient, myself. Get that thing in me and start fucking.”

  “One of the side effects appears to be a reduction in one’s inhibitions.”

  “No kidding! Or rather—what inhibitions?”

  Within seconds, Kaustav had sunk his cock up the other man’s warm, yielding asshole, to the balls. He stretched out languidly on top of Corey’s body, putting his legs on the outsides of Corey’s and sliding his arms around the blond guy’s waist to grip and massage his cock as he began to fuck him with slow, deliberate strokes, not going too fast or too hard at first, because he obviously wanted it to last for as long as possible and to be good for both of them. Corey moaned happily, writhing beneath Kaustav’s weight. He lay there passively for the most part, letting the other man use him in any way he wanted to, exulting in the feel of Kaustav’s big cock in his ass.

  They both quickly got excited, though, and fucked more vigorously. Corey’s whimpers and gasps of acute erotic urgency rang in Kaustav’s ears, and as Corey had intended, the shameless sex noises urged him on to greater efforts. He worked his cock back and forth within the tight clasp of that hot ass. He began to drive his dick in and out of the blond man’s ass harder and faster, responding in kind to the eager humping movements with which the aroused American reacted to the steady plowing of his Hindu stud.

  “Fuck me, fuck me—ah, Kaustav, please fuck me with your big hard cock, please!” Corey begged as Kaustav took him.

  The blond’s butt felt burning hot as he squeezed his ass cheeks together, trapping the rigid instrument that slid in and out of the narrow gap that lay between those two fleshy globes, reaming him out. For Corey, the place where his lover’s cock was joined to his seething anal flesh had become the center of his being, the fiery core of his existence and awareness. His body no longer seemed to belong to him but had turned into mere extension of that hard-driving phallic probe.

  “Fuck me!” Corey repeated, in a shrill voice. “Fuck my ass!”

  “I’m fucking you, all right, my love. And if I may be so immodest as to say so, I’m doing a very good job of it!”

  “Ah, your cock in me—fucking me—it feels so good!”

  “I love being inside you like this.”

  “Stay in there, then! Keep on fucking me!”

  “Yes, Corey. Oh, yes!” Kaustav gasped.

  His cock felt hot inside Corey’s ass. Corey fantasized that whatever exotic drug was in that ointment had been absorbed by the skin of Kaustav’s dick and had entered his bloodstream, exciting him, making his heart pump faster, making his prick swell and pulse with an extraordinary force. And the lining of Corey’s rectum, having also absorbed the mysterious substance, was steaming hot. Kaustav’s stiff cock pushed in and out of Corey’s writhing anal membranes at a monotonous, deliberate pace now. The two men’s husky bodies slid slowly and voluptuously over each other in long, lingering caresses as they fucked. Hot, wet sweat dripped freely from them, lubricating their skin so that they could squirm against each other with little or no friction to impede their restless bodily contact.

  Corey’s mouth and throat felt dry. He wanted to yell, to let Kaustav know how good being fucked like this felt, but he didn’t trust himself to speak. Instead, he concentrated on the pounding his lover was giving him. He felt Kaustav tightening the grip of his strong thighs and calf muscles around Corey’s legs and pressing his hands against his back, which was so slick with sweat that Kaustav dug his fingertips into Corey’s back muscles, apparently in an effort to maintain his grasp of his torso. Then Corey felt Kaustav raising himself up slightly, at the same time pushing Corey down a bit lower.

  “What’re you doing?” Corey managed to whisper.

  “I’m watching my cock going in and out of your ass,” Kaustav reported. His voice, too, was tense with desire.

  “Do you like what you see?”

  “It’s quite a sight. And it feels good, too. What about you, my love? Does it feel good for you, too?”

  “It feels great,” Corey declared, as his lover’s cock plunged in and out of his tight-stretched asshole, which flexed itself instinctively against the penetrating bulk each time Kaustav thrust anew. Corey bit his lip and fell silent as he concentrated his full attention upon that big hard prick that was giving his butt such a thorough workout!

  “I can’t take much more of this,” Kaustav warned. “I can’t hold out much longer. You’re too sexy. You’re too hot. Fucking you like this is too much of a pleasure. I think I’m going to come!”

  “Go ahead and come if you want to,” Corey encouraged him. “I’m just about there, myself. Give me your load.”

  “Corey, ah! Fuck!”

  Kaustav thrust a few more times, even more forcefully. And then, finally, he came as Corey writhed under him, screaming his head off with lustful excitement. Corey, too, shot his load, and his ass ground up against the root of the prickshaft that was still jammed all the way into him, that was still pumping ferociously in and out of his male
hole, that was still sending its creamy semen into the reservoir tip of the condom, wedged deep inside the innermost recesses of his physical being. Moaning, Kaustav fell on top of him and crushed Corey’s sweaty body against his own quaking flesh in an orgasmic embrace that had something like a desperate possessiveness in it. Then the two horny men lay still at last, their mad passion for each other quenched, at least for the time being, at long last.

  The image of Ganesh, beside them, stared at them impassively. There was the sizzling sound of the stick of incense burning itself out in its little brass tray. The elephant-headed god was wreathed in a final, swirling puff of smoke of incense, a cloud of scent that rose and gradually dissipated into the air. And then the darkened bedroom was silent except for the heavy, exhausted-sounding breathing of the two men and the soft hiss of the guttering candles that lit up their naked, sweat-soaked flesh.

  After a moment, Corey stirred.

  “Is it my imagination, or do I hear water splashing outside?” he asked.

  “I hear it, too,” Kaustav murmured lazily. “It must be Renesh, taking a dip before he goes to bed.”

  “I wonder if Surya’s with him. I’m going to go take a peek.” Corey slipped out of bed, went over to the windows, and drew the curtains aside, creating a gap just wide enough to look through.

  “Shame on you, Corey. Voyeurism doesn’t become you.”

  “Doesn’t it? I’m sorry to have to inform you, Kaustav, that there are two naked young men romping about quite brazenly in your pool. Can you hear them giggling?”

  “Yes, I can. I assume that one of them is Surya?”

  “You assume correctly. That’s some muscular butt he’s got on him. And his dick isn’t too shabby, either. You don’t know what you’re missing. Come take a look.”

  “I refuse to descend to your level. Come back to bed at once, and let the boys have their fun.”

  “Damn it, they’re getting out of the pool anyway and going toward the house. Oh, my. Now they’re standing in the doorway, kissing. Surya is groping Renesh’s ass. They’ve both got hard-ons. Renesh keeps shushing Surya, probably telling him not to make too much noise so they don’t wake us up. Now Renesh has grabbed Surya by the hand and has led him inside. It looks as though you’re going to have another overnight guest.”