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Melting Pot - Chapter 5 (actually, the conclusion of chapter 4)By Rilobo1
Atul snapped his head up toward me and asked "you got Jason's permission?," and I nodded yes. "Jason asked if I would give him more lessons, and I told him yes -- and also asked if he'd allow me to give you more lessons. He didn't seem to think it would be a problem." Atul gave a huge, toothy grin to this news. I also asked Atul if he had any problem with me getting with Jason alone, and he quickly said "no". He seemed to feel that both of them still had much to learn, and it is better to learn from someone with a clue. "In fact," Atul started, "without you, I would have never thought I could be a good man to anyone. I never felt confident being a man before. Thank you." I certainly could begin appreciating where he had been, knowing about his past and his very recent present with Rana. I didn't want for the moment to become too moribund, so I just glanced down at his boxers -- that he had just put on -- and asked with a lopsided grin, "you said you are still hard?" to which, he simply leaned back on his elbows, blushed yet again, and let his silk covered cock give the answer: yes. I asked him if he still wanted to do anything, given the strenuous late afternoon he had just spent. He perked up immediately and started nodding affirmatively. I then asked him how much time he had to spend before he had to go back home. His answer was direct, but saddening: As long as there was food in the apartment, Rana was happiest whenever he got home late, so he had hours. He seemed eager, but I wanted him to have a bit of time to recompose himself and think out loud a bit. I had an idea of something that would be of help training Jason, and asked if he'd like to take a quick shopping trip. This was, of course, not what he expected to hear next, but I asked him to trust me again. He said that every time he had trusted me, it turned out worth it -- so yes. We both got dressed and got into my car, which I pointed toward Inserection -- the local sex shop (insert erection, get it?) On the way, he unloaded his pent-up emotions about the last two hours, and thanked me profusely for helping them get through it, and for not treating him like a child. Once again, he was told how much I loved both of them, and wanted them to be happy. Once we arrived at Inserection, I told him I wanted to get some things for both him and Jason. He was so nervous about going inside, afraid someone would see and recognize him. I just had to laugh a bit, telling him that anyone who might recognize him inside would also want to remain unknown. It seems that this is an unwritten rule of behavior in sex shops. I asked him to continue trusting me, so he bucked up his courage, and got out of the car.
He was like a child in a candy shop. He had to look at and touch everything with eyes wide and mouth open in a perpetual gasp. I told him to follow me, because we had something specific needs. I walked over to the restraint devices, and looked over the range. Jason had demonstrated some lack of discipline issues leading to some of the more difficult events of the afternoon, so I posited that a little restraint might bring some order to the chaos. I selected a set of four black Velcro limb restraint straps, and headed to the cashier. I could see the questions forming in Atul's head, and told him I'd make it all clear when we got back to my apartment. At the cashier, I bent my head forward and asked for four large bottles of Amsterdam, which were then added to my bag. I paid, and we were off back home. Atul seemed a bit relieved to have left the store, but I also got the feeling he'd be back soon, visiting on his own. On the way back, I asked him why he'd been thinking about wanting to try getting fucked as he had mentioned this morning; his answer was quick, and his rationale well considered. It should have come as no surprise that Atul had a LOT of free time in his own home. He used this time doing a lot of internet research on the things that interest him. Around the time Jason started showing sexual interest in Atul at the swimming pool, Atul began looking at several sites that had discussion boards and stories about relationships between adult men and boys. Fortunately (I had to ask!), he didn't go searching for images or videos regarding that subject -- he'd have quickly lost his freedom and his US visa. He did, however, discover sites like PornHub and XVideos, that would let him visualize the mechanics of what might happen between two males. There was one video in particular on XVideos, unsurprisingly titled "Indian Bareback Fuck" showing a young Indian man who looked a lot like himself receiving end of a severe bareback fuck session. This fascinated him, and he watched it multiple times. That, and given how much fun Jason seemed to have on the receiving end, brought him to decide that he wanted, no, needed to explore this for himself.
We pulled back up to the apartment, and quickly got back inside. I put three of the Amsterdam bottles in the kitchen freezer, but kept one out -- just in case. We went back into the guest room, and I opened the Velcro straps to show him how they could be used to hold Jason in place until he learned a little self-control in bed. He mentioned that this could work, and that the old Iron tube head and foot board would be perfect for holding him in place. His face then shifted, and he was wearing a wicked little grin on his face. Intrigued, I asked him what that was all about. His eyes were smoldering as he bent toward my head and half whispered/half growled: "I want you to test them on me. Show me how they work. Let's insure the quality is sufficient for Jason now as you fuck my ass, and pound me, and fill me up with your sperm." Wow. How do you respond to that? I just handed him the container of lube, and with my head nodding to my bathroom, said "well then, go clean yourself out." He jumped up, and headed that way, saying that if he'd let me know if he had any questions. On my part, I just went to the guest bathroom to give my tackle a quick brush-up, before going back to the guest bedroom in just my boxers to set things up.
Atul showed back up about fifteen minutes later, fully dressed and flashing the international finger signal for "OK", after throwing the lube bottle on the bed. I had already decided I wanted this experience to be extremely vocal, so that he could begin getting used to the idea. I walked up to him to begin the eye-contact-undressing ritual, but he stopped me for a moment. He surprised me by asking me to "be his daddy, and make him my boy." This could be fun! He wanted me to take control, so I shifted into character, and started rubbing my fingers through his hair, saying "It's ok son. All boys need to learn how to get fucked, and it's daddy's job to make sure it's not too scary for his boy. First, I'm going to take off all your clothes, so daddy has access to everything." Atul just whimpered "yes daddy", as if he were going to melt. I talked him all the way through removing each piece of clothing, telling him what a handsome lad and good son he was being. When I got his slacks off, I was afraid his cock was going to escape before I even got to his underwear. Just thinking where that club had been and what it had been doing an hour or so ago made my own cock harder that I could remember it ever having been. Once naked (and still whimpering), I told him daddy loved him, and was proud of his penis. I laid Atul down on the bed, and told him that I needed to tie his arms and legs down for his own protection. Atul looked up at me with little boy eyes, and nodded in agreement. This six foot tall, strapping lad had just turned himself into a scared little boy for me! From where did he get this? Amazing!
I took each of his hands, and strapped them to the top center of the headboard. Then still narrating my movements for him, I took each of his ankles, and strapped each to the corresponding very far top corner of the queen-size bed frame. His legs were incredibly long, and had no problem at all reaching that far. I told him I needed to put some pillows under him, one more under his head so he could look down, and under his lower back to hold up his ass. After some final adjustments to his position, he was pretty much immobile, and I got up on my knees and looked down at the very picture of "eroticism" below me. His smooth, brown body was splayed out, unprotected, and ready for the taking. I praised him again, and told him not to be scared, but I was going to touch his most private part with my tongue. Atul just shivered at that mention, and said "OK. I trust you daddy."
I leaned down, and began licking his anus. Every few seconds, I lifted up, established eye contact, and inquired if my boy was ok. He began moaning full-time, and answered me with little exclamations like "yes daddy, it's so good daddy" etc. We both ramped up our efforts, and vocalizations over the next ten minutes. I kept pressing my tongue deeper and deeper, and he kept struggling against his restraints until he finally raised up his head and announced "I'm ready daddy. Please put it in me. Fuck me daddy, Please!" I couldn't let my boy down, so I reached for the bottle of lube, put a good dollop on Atul's gaping anus, and a good slather on my own painfully hard cock. I wiped my hands on one of the many towels laying about, and then told him that this next part would hurt, but I had some medicine that would help my boy through it. Atul then broke character to ask what the medicine was, but again I asked him to trust me, and do as I ask. I broke the seal on the bottle of Amsterdam poppers.
My hard, bare cockhead now seated at the edge of his gaped hole, I placed the bottle under his right nostril, closed his left nostril with my thumb, and told him to breathe deeply and hold his breath for a few seconds-- he looked at me in the eye, and then did as instructed. I repeated this with the left nostril, but about halfway through the breath, his eyes rolled back, and I knew he was ready. I then began pushing my cock forward into his manpussy. It didn't stop until it was bottomed out. Atul moaned deeply, and muttered something incoherent. I pulled my cock back to where the head was just outside his anus, and then plunged deep again, this time and thereafter making sure I aimed at where I knew where his prostate lie. After the third iteration of this down and upstroke, he began whisper moaning "My God, that is so good, I can't stand it" and other things like that. I got down by his ear, and asked him directly "where do you want it? Like this? Do you want it faster or slower? Softer or harder? He seemed to come out of the fog for a second, and said, "please daddy, give me some more of that medicine, and fuck me harder and faster!" I obliged him, and soon he was laying there getting terribly ravaged and moaning like a whore in heat. Again, I mused that his bitch wife was sitting in miserable anger, probably directly overhead, while her husband was below, tied up, and writhing in ecstasy. I looked down, and his cockhead had peered out about half an inch beyond his tight foreskin, and he was liberally spraying his abdomen with loads of pre-cum.
It was soon far too much for me. I started panting, and soon was telling Atul that daddy was ready to cum inside him. Atul was with me, and started begging daddy to breed him. He wanted daddy to make a baby in him -- a baby just like Jason. I nearly lost it at that point, and pulled back so that I my cockhead could spend some quality pounding time with Atul's prostate. After about ten seconds of that, I reached up and released Atul's right wrist from the screeching bedframe. He brought his hand down to his cock, and began furiously stroking his shaft. When he began spasming, I plunged all the way down, in a repeat of what Atul had done to Jason, and started dumping my own cum. I knew Atul produced a lot of cum, but until then I had never actually seen it shooting out. Each emission was truly spectacular! Very soon, rivers of white cum were flowing down his abdomen, on their way to the beach towels below. I clumsily grabbed a towel, and tried to stem the flow of cum -- Atul valued cleanliness, and I wanted him to have full value for his money.
Cumshots complete, I leaned over, and lightly began breathlessly kissing his full lips. He engaged back, and soon we were sucking on each other's tongues. He brought his free hand up to the back of my head, and ran his fingers through my hair, and I reached up and freed his other hand, and his ankles, which he brought down and crossed behind my lower back. We kissed and made out for several minutes, until full consciousness returned, and we both disengaged, laying down side by side in each other's arms. He reached over, and got each of us a much needed bottle of water. He had questions about what had just happened, and I answered them. Most specifically, he asked about the "medicine" -- and I told him about poppers, that they were short acting, and safe as long as they weren't abused. He wanted to know if they would be safe for Jason to use, and I told him as long as he was careful. He then pronounced the Velcro straps to be of high quality, and that he couldn't wait to show what he had just learned to Jason. He then asked me to train Jason on how to self-discipline, use the straps and the poppers, so that he could be ready to go the next time they could be together that Sunday. He told me that he needed to get back upstairs soon, but I suggested that after having sex twice, he take a shower first. He agreed to that, and went off to do just that.
After dressing, we made plans. Knowing that Halmoni went to church around 11 AM on Sunday, he decided to take Rana to the women's group around the same time. He could be back around 11:30, thus giving Jason time to get ready. He hoped that Rana liked the women's group, as that could open up more freedom and possibilities for him. He also asked if it might be possible for him to take another long lunch tomorrow, and come back to my apartment to fuck (word still whispered) me for an hour or so. I told him that sounded like heaven! Jason and Alex had Webelos scout meetings on Thursdays, so I might have a chance to get with Jason tomorrow too. Wow! What an improvement one week has made in a middle-age man's life!