Old lecherous birthday bash. How can I forget? Bala's scheme.
"Oh, yeah I remember now!" I replied struggling to remember his name.
He just smirked and exited the room.
The memories flash in front of me, taunting memories. I don't know how many cocks I sucked that night. The 7-inch black beast was one of them for sure. Closer than I thought. I remember him. He had longer hair. An old man on his sixth birthday had this filthy desire to see young boys naked ball. Bala bought me and two others from Selam outskirts. The man just left the room was one of them. An escort.
I sighed in relief and closed the room from inside. I changed my dress to a more fitting one. The inners were special that I kept in my bag for Raghav but never really had the chance to wear. I decided to let the waistband hug onto my body. I prepared myself for the night. I packed my bag and exited the room. I took my phone and it was still in silent mode. I scrolled through the logs.
A couple of missed calls from my colleagues and one from Mamma. I reminded my colleagues about my leave for tomorrow. Texted Mamma back, I will return tomorrow only. A few more queries regarding my absence from the party. I missed a few guys in between. Then I finally saw a message from Raghav. I was not as excited as I thought I would be.
The messages were delivered half an hour ago in a ten-minute interval. A long line of texts was sent one after the other. I walked towards the lift. The fourth floor it is. I read the messages one after the other. Some of the messages didn't even make any sense. Some guys asked for my contact number that he didn't share and some shared it. I laughed when I read, he saw Kiran outside the college and he told Kiran that he didn't see me. Well, that blew up in his face. I just clarified to Kiran that I met him at the hotel and we fucked. When he asked about Ajmal, I started to think this was not as coincidental as it seems. He is desperate to know something or he is trying to tell me something but he cannot. Whatever it was, I was not in the mood to worry.
I had a clear vision when I stood in front of the huge door, 414. I entered the room just to realize that it was not a single room. It was a suite with multiple rooms a lobby and a hallway. I was greeted by Nyjo. He looked fascinated and scanned me from head to toe. He offered me a beer. Because it was the same brand I had from the hotel I quickly snatched it. As I sipped beer and had a small talk with him, a few guys came out of one of the rooms and welcomed me. Ajmal was with them. He ran into me and hugged me. He told me to wait as he was going to drop off them at the railway station. I followed him as he exited the suit.
"Don't worry Dear, I will be back in half an hour, Manas is on the way. We will join soon," he said smiling.
"Meanwhile, take care my boy there. He is a fan!" He winked.
I hit on Ajmal's broad shoulder and pinched his arm.
"Get out you rascal!" I mumbled.
"Enjoy, don't waste the time," he winked and quickly followed the guys.
I giggled and got inside just to see Nyjo examining the whole scene. The whole suite was at our disposal. Closing the door I walked toward him and sat beside him on the brown velvety couch. I took the beer bottle and continued our conversation. A soft engaging track was playing from one of the rooms.
Nyjo seemed like a nice boy to talk to. He was excited to chat with me. He was handsome, pale, and soft-spoken. We pushed our small talk forward and he expressed his obsession to see me in person. I asked him why he hadn't approached Ajmal earlier. He could have made this possible outside the college. He said he was a bit shy and didn't dare to tell Ajmal. He said he told Ajmal a few days back only. He seemed much more confident than he described himself.
"I hope you heard only bad things about me the most!" I giggled.
"Ohh!" he laughed out loud.
"Not really! Amazement mostly," He corrected.
I was not surprised to hear that I was a household topic while they conversed about their college life. But hearing that from another's mouth always gave me a kind of strange sensation.
"Why did you guys change the date all of a sudden?" I have been curious since morning.
"I don't know. It was changed a week ago!" Nyjo said calmly.
"A week?" I was surprised.
Nyjo's reply kind of shook me. I think through the stream of messages Raghav sent. Too many coincidences for a single day.
"I thought you guys changed the dates at the last moment," I probed for further clarification.
"No no. The date that changed was this evening's get-together. That I think was Ajmal's arrangements," he clarified.
"They were planning a party for Naveed, you know before his marriage!" he described.
I sensed something brewing, something strange since yesterday evening. Raghav is hiding something from me, and maybe Ajmal too. A kind of fear loomed in my mind. The feeling dried my throat. Maybe I was overthinking. It's a gathering party, you are supposed to meet your old pals and catch up. It was expected anyway. I decided to slide away the negatives.
We continued our conversation pretty casually. I asked Nyjo about his job and he asked about mine, things like that. I was surprised to hear that he was my junior batch of History. I haven't seen him much because I stayed my last semester out of my hostel mostly. He was 1st year old at that time. I have seen him with Ajmal a couple of times and that's how I remember him. I never knew he was Ajmal's relative. Nyjo seemed really into me. I find him innocent and sweet.
"You know Nyjo, if you had something in your mind, there won't be a better time to reveal it!" I suggested peacefully.
Nyjo was checking me out from the moment we started our chat. His eyes were glittering. His looks were taunting. With all my experience I was pretty sure what he was up to. I usually don't take the first step. I had to give him the push so that he could cross the consensual barrier and also remind him about the time constraints.
"Oh, That, yes!" he replied in surprise.
We emptied our bottles and finally sat closer to one other. Nyjo grabbed his hand around my hips and pulled me closer to him. His moves and gestures triggered me well. After so many months I was with fresh meat. A renewed piece straight out of the garden. Each move he made seems silly and I kind of enjoyed it. Maybe it was the beer or the wine, I was getting fermented. It's been a while since I initiated something playful.
"Your lips are really attractive, So girlish!" he boasted.
I didn't reply swiftly. I just enjoyed the nervousness and the anxiety. He is a cute cat for now but soon will turn into a hungry tiger.
"Do you want to to kiss?" he asked smiling gently.
"Yes, please just once!!" he jumped at the opportunity, his face glittered.
"Are you asking because you are drunk, like me?" I just checked his response.
"Maybe, but my desire is genuine!" he corrected.
"Okay then!" I nodded my head.
"Are you sure?" he was skeptical upon my sudden approval.
"Listen carefully Nyjo. If I agree to something, don't bother to question or wait for further confirmation. Trust me! I have seen those assurances won't matter later!" I expressed with a calm face.
"Sorry!" he mumbled with a nervous smile.
The imploring kind is tricky to handle. Usually, they take what they wish. Nyjo might be a virtuous guy. I can trust him if Ajmal trusts him with me. From where I sat I leaned a bit forward closer to his face. I looked at him and smiled. He seemed a bit edgy. This is his first time with a boy for sure. Just to ease his tension I closed my eyes and gently licked and wet my lips.
Nyjo with his hot breath gushing onto my face, pressed his lips right on mine. I slowly parted my lips so that he could enjoy them handsomely. I tried to prolong the course letting him go deep and hard. But he nervously pulled back and giggled strangely. He looked at me and kept on smiling. We just kept smiling without saying anything for a few seconds.
"Thank you!" he said humbly.
"For what?" I giggled.
"For the kiss, it felt nice!" he said.
"Really? That felt like a parental kiss!" I smirked.
Nyjo seemed upset for a moment but snapped out of it pretty fast. He seemed curious.
"Let's try one more time, shall we?" I suggested.
"Really? He asked.
I lifted my eyebrows and uttered no words. Reminding the things I said earlier about the double conformation and fake modesty.
"Sorry!" he smiled.
"Don't say sorry!" I giggled.
This time Nyjo leaned closer to me. Our lips touched once again. His soft wide lips slipped over teasing my tender lips and slowly smacked. I slowly opened my eyes. His breath blasted on my cheek and mine onto his nose. He slowly held his hand on my arm. I parted my lips wide and this time he sucked my lower lip firmly. Smacking my lower lip he switched to my upper lip and sucked. The smell of beer was excruciating. But a strange kick was brewing beneath. As our lips smacked passionately, my hands slowly caressed his thigh. My hand crawled onto his hand and caressed his firm arm.
