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My name is Raju. My friend is Nath. Both of us are males. (Names changed to maintain
privacy). We are from Piduguralla, a small Town in Andhra Pradesh. We were class mates in
our degree class. I am 5 feet 6 inches tall, fair, rather chubby with a smooth face. I was 18
when I joined in the degree first year. My friend is 19 years old, 5 feet 8 inches tall, with
wheatish complexion, and is manly in build and appearance. He always treated me as his
''wife'' and I did not dislike the attention I was getting. We both are from middle class families
and had no privacy in our houses, for studies or ''recreation''. He used to kiss me on the
cheek in the dark in the cinema theaters, which we frequented twice a month. He kissed me
on the lips also several times. I did not actively take part in these activities. I told him,
though, that I immensely enjoyed any petting on my ears and had an intense erection when I
poured some water or oil into my ears or when I put cotton into my ears. When we were
walking home from the cinema halls, he used to hold me by my waist. His ''husband'' role was
never revealed to anyone, even in the college. After our studies were over, by our luck, we
both landed good jobs in the same company in Chennai (known as Madras in those days), at
the same time. We both joined the company we applied for jobs together, on the same day.
We lived in the house of a relative of his, for four days, before we could rent a room for
ourselves. As we entered our room, I arranged our books and soaps and towels etc. in the
shelves while he was doing cleaning of the floor and then he spread two bedsheets on the
floor and arranged two pillows we brought along in our saamans. After he settled on the
make shift ''beds'', he called me over to him to sit with him. I could see the hunger in his eyes
and I meekly obeyed his order and went and sat by his side. He took my head into his lap
and kissed me on my eyes, cheeks, chin and ears for several minutes. After he finished
kissing me, he turned my head and pushed his tongue deep into my ears and played with my
ears for several minutes. I also felt some saliva of his going into my ears and enjoyed the
sensation and asked him to put cotton into my ears. He opened my suitcase and took out
some cotton I always kept with me and put it into my ears. After he is finished with my ears,
he removed my lungi. I was having a big erection by that time. He took hold of my rod.
There were three or four drops of pre-cum at the opening of my penis. At my request, he
brought a small plastic spoon from our tea set and milked my manhood to bring out a few
more drops of pre-cum and collected the liquid into the spoon and also added some of his
own pre-cum from his rod and came to my head, turned it, removed the cotton from my
ears and filled them with the thick, heavy liquid in the spoon and replaced the cotton, which
made me immensely happy. He then took my penis into his mouth and started sucking it. It
was a heavenly feeling for a boy who never had any experience in sex, to receive an oral job.
When I was about to come, I told him so and he removed his mouth and masturbated me
expertly with his hand. He asked me to give him an oral but I could not bring myself to do it
then and told him so. He masturbated himself, looking at me and sucking my limp penis,
which recovered its hardness again in a minute. Later on, I also came to know of the
pleasure of sucking on a healthy penis and gave him oral jobs often and gave him that
happiness. I never allowed him to ejaculate into my mouth. I also did not empty myself into
his mouth, at any time.
These incidents happened once every two or three days during the three years we lived and
worked in Chennai. It was a wonderful period for us. I always fondly recall these experiences
when I masturbate, which is often.
After three years or so we married girls chosen by our parents after seeing them and settled
elsewhere separately. Even though we meet once in a while even now, this kind of events are
no longer happening. We still talk of doing like that sometime soon, for ''old times' sake''.
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