13-05-2020, 08:47 AM
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I'm just gonna post the unedited version since people aren't really interested in the story anymore lol...
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It soon became an everyday thing where Ramalal would suggest that the loser would clean the other persons feet, and Anwar would agree saying that he would make sure to win this time. It went on for a month this way, where each pretended not to know exactly what was going on.
Then one day, after Anjali had gone to visit her parents, Ramalal went straight to the TV and started watching it. Usually the routine would follow that they would make a bet that Anwar would lose before he started watching the telly.
Seeing the Ramalal was already engrossed in watching, he took a risk and started worshipping his feet as usual. Looking up at Ramalal, he gave Anwar a smile and the rules were set. Each person knew where they belonged. When the wife left the house, Ramalal was the master and Anwar his lowly servant.
This was the happiest time of his life for Anwar, he had his fantasy fulfilled of being submissive and he had his wife who also pleased him with her feet. It came to a point where he could only orgasm if the sexual activity involved feet in some way. It’s all he really needed to be happy.
Like all good things, it came to an end shortly after Ramalal turned 18 and realized that he had a crush on the homely wife Anjali. He stopped letting Anwar worship his feet. It came to a point when he would watch TV and refuse to let him lick his feet sating that he wasn’t in the mood.
Anwar like a thirsty man finally broke down after 2 months and begged… begged Ramalal to let him worship his feet.
“All this time I have been satisfying you sir, it is only right that I also get some satisfaction from this” he said to Anwar knowing that he often tried to inconspicuously jerk off by rubbing his dick over his pants while worshipping his feet.
Anwar agreed readily. He was a man who had gone mad, like an addict who needed his fix. Coincidentally, that was exactly what had happened. Over a year of sniffing Ramalal’s feet and almost daily and cumming to him had made neurological pathways in his brain that made him get hard at the mere sight of his feet.
“Ramalal, what is that you want? I’ll do anything. Please just let me worship your feet” Anwar begged his master.
Smiling, Ramalal got up from the sofa and went into the bedroom while Anwar followed him like a lost puppy.
Sitting on the bed, Anwar realized that Ramalal had taken the dirty clothes hamper and upended it, allowing its contents to fall all over the bed. Going through each one, he picked out one of Anjali’s panty and looked at Anwar “This is what I want Anwar. I want your wife”
Anwar swallowed his anger, seething through his teeth “What do you mean”
“I want to sleep with your wife Anjali and I want you to make it happen. If you do this for me, I will make sure to make your wildest fantasy come true. You have been cleaning my dirty feet for almost a year and you love it. I think you want me to dominate you.” He said with a knowing grin.
Anwar’s mouth ran dry as he watched Ramalal fold his leg across his lap. Pointing it towards Anwar. “Come on sir. Don’t you want to sniff between my toes? I haven’t washed my feet in over a week. You know they smell really bad. Don’t you want to see how bad? Don’t you want to clean them for me?” he said knowing exactly how to push my buttons.
Anwar couldn’t think as his gaze rested on Ramu’s feet and he felt hypnotized and felt himself speaking without thinking “Okay sir” and he fell to his knees, crawling across the floor until his nose touched his Ramu’s golden shaded feet. It was intoxicating.
The smell was so strong that it almost made his pull away. Instead, he pushed past his limits and took another breath. It usually had this cheesy smell to it, but now it had a slight vinegary tint to it while being 10 times as powerful. Anwar had taken to cleaning Ramalal’s feet several times a week, so they never really got this powerful smelling. However, after being starved into almost madness, he couldn’t get enough.
In the heat of the moment Anwar was in a daze of sub mindedness. Anwar thought to himself that he’d gladly let this young stud fuck his wife, as long as he could keep worshipping his feet. Then his mind went blank as he lost himself in euphoria.
Ramalal looked down at his master who had been so enamored by his feet that he had willingly chosen to become the servant.
Furthermore, he had agreed to let him have his wife. Ramalal smiled watching Anwar struggle to put his nose between his toes. If he was honest with himself, this really turned him on. When this had started, he only felt tickles as Anwars tongue cleaned his feet, but then it slowly aroused him the more it happened. Looking down he saw himself get hard and sniffed the Anjali’s used panty. He had been dreaming of her a lot lately.
When he was first hired, he was shocked to see this beautiful ***** lady with a '. man. He knew that he had to show Anjali that his ***** cock was superior. She was meant for a ***** man like himself. He didn’t detest Anwar in anyway. In fact, in his fantasy, he wanted to have Anjali while Anwar sucked on his toes. He wanted Anwar to be the servant both in the kitchen and in the bedroom with him and Anjali
As such thoughts invaded his mind, his hands jerked his dick and taking one last sniff of the used panties, he exploded in pants.
Laying back panting, Ramalal waited until Anwar had fallen into a drunken orgasmic stupor after having worshipped his feet to his satisfaction. He had to give it to Anwar. The man knew how to clean feet. Ever since this had started, his feet had become soft as if he had been rubbing lotion on them everyday.
Ever since that day, Ramalal had grown bolder and Anwar although weary at this sudden change had grown accustomed to it and in time even welcomed it. He grew more demanding, making Anwar drop down to kiss his feet even when Anjali was in the house. Ramalal kept pushing past Anwars limits, making him do crazy things, pushing him to become even more subservient.
One time after Anjali was gone, Ramalal had gotten out Anwars dinner and had placed it on the ground in front of the sofa. Then he dipped his foot, mushing up the rice and beans. Lifting it up, he looked at Anwar kneeling before him looking expectantly. Anwar knew what he had to do and ate his dinner off Ramu’s feet. This naturally developed into him having to wash Ramu’s feet in a basin afterwards and drinking that water.
Ramu had loved this idea so much that he had lately tried to step on all his food before Anwar had a chance to eat. This kept Anwar in a constant state of arousal throughout the day.
For Anwars part, he had taken to telling Anjali about his new fantasy and encouraged her to flirt with Ramalal. After a few weeks of insistence, Anjali had given in to his demands and to his shock had even liked the flirtation.
One afternoon, Anjali had gone so far as to let Ramu massage her back with oil while she moaned in pleasure. Of course, Anwar was there the entire time. All he could do was stare at the feet of his wife and Ramalal as he sat on her back to give her a better massage.
Months flew by as the two flirted with a quick peek of cleavage here, a caress on the ass there, and even the occasional brush of Anjali’s hand on Ramu’s dick.
It was a tough decision to move away when the offer of a better job opportunity came along. But he had to decide between either staying at the same job or potentially earning more and giving his wife and their future children a better life. Like any father, he made the decision that would benefit his family the best and decided to move away to a different part of India.
Ramu was the first to know about this decision and he had cried and yelled at Anwar for abandoning him. Anwar was similarly sad at what he had to do. It took weeks before Ramu would even look at him. Then even more before he spoke to him. He was often sad when he spoke, that things were going to come to an end.
Anwar realized that he had never completed his promise to Ramalal regarding his wife. So, he set about convincing Anjali to make love with Ramu as a goodbye present. Surprisingly, Anjali had agreed quicker than he had thought. Though it wasn’t really much of a surprise considering their sex consisted of Anwar humping her feet until he orgasmed before falling asleep. He just didn’t have the stamina to stay hard for long. Truth be told, he preferred Anjali’s feet to her vagina, though he’d never admit such a thing even to himself.
That night, Anwar had crept into Ramu’s room and woken him up with a gentle shake.
“Ramu, I have spoken to Anjali and she agreed to make love with you. I’m keeping my promise. See? I told you I always keep my promises” Anwar said with a grin on his face
Ramu awoke with those words and for the first time smiled in weeks. All of a sudden, he leant forward and kissed Anwar on the lips. “I love you… not in that way though. Not the way I like Anjali” he said shyly.
Anwar laughed and kissed him back. “I know Ramu. I love you too, but not as a lover. We have fun. There’s no need to complicate it with labels.”
Kneeling down while Ramu sat on the bed, he lifted Ramus feet and worshipped them for the last time. As he was almost done, Ramu spoke up “Hey Anwar, can you do something for me? I have always wondered what it would feel like, but never had the guts to ask you”
In his head, Anwar immediately thought that he would as him for a blowjob and began shaking his head about to say that it just wasn’t his thing when Ramu pulled off his pants and knelt on the bed with his back facing Anwar.
“Can you lick my ass?” he asked in shy voice
Before Anwar could say no, his gaze fell on Ramu’s asshole and he was enchanted. He couldn’t look away from it. It beckoned him closer and opened and closed every few seconds. It was winking at him and he remembered the saying “if you gaze into the abyss too long, it will gaze back at you” and chucked to himself.
What would be the harm? He wasn’t particularly turned off by it. In fact, he had routinely performed both oral and anal cunnilingus on Anjali to satisfy her for years now.
Leaning forward, he sniffed at earthy aroma emanating from the dark cavern before brushing his jaw against Ramu’s ass. Rubbing his face against Ramu’s cheeks, he inched his nose forward until it rested on his puckered hole. Breathing in deeply, he pressed his lips against Ramus in a passionate French kiss.
Ramu moaned and pushed himself backwards, sucking his tongue deeper inside. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Lovers kissing each other without a care in the world. Slowly, Anwar extracted and pulled his tongue out. He continued kissing it softly murmuring sweet nothings of how amazing that kiss was. Soon enough, he returned his tongue inside Ramu and licked for all he was worth while lightly nibbling at his entrance and snaking his tongue in and out. Ramu meanwhile pushing himself back forth with the tongue’s movements and a few minutes later Ramu had come without touching himself.
Anwar was just happy that his friend had finally spoken to him and that he could fulfill this last wish for him before they were gone from his life forever. He ended their passionate encounter with one final kiss to his hole and quietly left the room.
They had a month until their departure for the new job, so Anjali and Anwar had planned for Ramu’s special night to be on the last day, so they didn’t have to deal with any awkwardness after.
Ramulal was a nervous wreck the following day and both Anwar and Anjali had noticed it as he seemed to be exceptionally clumsy that day. Later in the evening when Anjali had left to meet her relatives, Anwar took Ramalal aside and asked him what was wrong.
“Anwar. I can’t stop thinking about Anjali. I want to do my best with her, but I’m afraid that I’ll come too soon.” He said sighing down “I always come in a few minutes when I sniff her panties. If I actually enter her, I know I won’t even last 10 seconds. I don’t know what to do.”
Anwar saw the problem from Ramu’s view and he agreed that it wouldn’t be very good for either Anjali or him if he just came immediately.
“Ramu… I can give you some extra money so you can go practice with some prostitutes if you want…” Anwar told him in a good-natured tone.
Ramalal show his head vigorously “NO! I want my first time to be with a homely Indian lady like Anjali.” he sighed
“Well, there is one thing we could do” Anwar said with a smile. “We could practice together”
Ramalal looked at Anwar with a quizzical expression before realization dawned on him and his eyes widened “What Anwar! We can’t do that, that’s a bit too gay for me!” he laughed nervously.
“Listen Ramu, you’re only gay if you have feelings for another man. Do you have any for me? Because I know I don’t have any for you. For me it’s just good sex and kinky play” Anwar replied in a reassuring tone.
“Well… I don’t feel that way for you. I guess it makes sense…” Ramalal replied looking at Anwar. “How do we do this?”
Anwar looked at Ramu “You have to dominate me. I’m submissive and if you use your feet, you can get me to do almost anything you want! Look at how you made me give away my own wife!” he said with a chuckle.
Ramu nodded in understanding. “Anwar, I want you to go shave your legs and asshole. Make it shiny and smooth like Anjali. It will help me out a lot” he said in reply
Anwar got nervous. He didn’t feel like that would be a good idea… especially with how weird It would look naked with half his body hairless. Seeing his hesitation, Ramu took Anwar’s hand and led him toward the bedroom washroom. Sitting him on a stool in the centre of the washroom, Ramu gathered the shaving cream, and his 5-bladed Gillette razor. It took almost an entire hour for Ramu to fully shave Anwar’s lower half. There was only one part left.
Ramu pushed Anwar so he lay on his back holding both legs back so his feet dangled above him. This gave Ramu the perfect position to shave his nether regions. Dabbing a bit of shaving cream, Ramu started to gently shave across the sensitive area using water when needed. After a few minutes, he sat back staring at his work.
Anwar whispered, “What is it?” afraid that he may not have liked what he saw. Maybe he had a mole on his butt?
Ramu knelt forward and pulled Anwar’s legs towards him so that they hung over his shoulders. Pushing him backward so that his back was a bit off the floor, he started teasing his tongue into Anwar’s sacred hole. For Anwar’s part, he was shocked but didn’t really feel much. He supposed he just wasn’t sensitive in that area, but he didn’t interrupt Ramu knowing that he could use the practice to be ready for Anjali.
Ramu couldn’t believe how feminine Anwar’s lower body looked now that I was devoid of hair. It was just like a girl’s! Well... except for the extra part hanging between his knees.
Having loosened up Anwar’s hole using his mouth, he pushed Anwar’s legs back as he prepared to enter him. As Ramu’s dick rested against his anus, he moaned “Oh Anjali” with his eyes closed imagining his first time with the homely wife. He slowly felt himself pushing in.
Anwar whispered softly “slowly Ramu, you’re tearing me apart”. Hearing those words, Ramu groaned in amazement and came with only the head of his penus having entered the chasm.
Anwar laughed “Well, you’re going to need a lot more practice if you want to satisfy Anjali”
Panting from the rush he felt, he grinned and picked up Anwar “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to be perfect for her”. Walking out of the washroom and towards the bed, he lay Anwar down and once again prepared to enter him.
This time Anwar wrapped his arms around Ramu’s neck while his legs wrapped around his hips and he whispered “Come on tiger, show me what you got”
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Ramu’s young virile dick had gotten hard again. He pushed it in slowly inch by inch, stopping only when Anwar started screaming too loudly from the pain
“Anjali you have to accept me inside you. Loosen up.” He said as he continued his journey forward pretending he was with Anjali. As the last inch sank to the hilt, he moaned “Oh Anjali, I’m a part of you now. Oh God. I’m inside you!” he screamed and once again orgasmed.
This time, Anwar felt the vibrations inside him as the cum flowed in trying to impregnate him. He thought to himself that it didn’t feel so bad.
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It soon became an everyday thing where Ramalal would suggest that the loser would clean the other persons feet, and Anwar would agree saying that he would make sure to win this time. It went on for a month this way, where each pretended not to know exactly what was going on.
Then one day, after Anjali had gone to visit her parents, Ramalal went straight to the TV and started watching it. Usually the routine would follow that they would make a bet that Anwar would lose before he started watching the telly.
Seeing the Ramalal was already engrossed in watching, he took a risk and started worshipping his feet as usual. Looking up at Ramalal, he gave Anwar a smile and the rules were set. Each person knew where they belonged. When the wife left the house, Ramalal was the master and Anwar his lowly servant.
This was the happiest time of his life for Anwar, he had his fantasy fulfilled of being submissive and he had his wife who also pleased him with her feet. It came to a point where he could only orgasm if the sexual activity involved feet in some way. It’s all he really needed to be happy.
Like all good things, it came to an end shortly after Ramalal turned 18 and realized that he had a crush on the homely wife Anjali. He stopped letting Anwar worship his feet. It came to a point when he would watch TV and refuse to let him lick his feet sating that he wasn’t in the mood.
Anwar like a thirsty man finally broke down after 2 months and begged… begged Ramalal to let him worship his feet.
“All this time I have been satisfying you sir, it is only right that I also get some satisfaction from this” he said to Anwar knowing that he often tried to inconspicuously jerk off by rubbing his dick over his pants while worshipping his feet.
Anwar agreed readily. He was a man who had gone mad, like an addict who needed his fix. Coincidentally, that was exactly what had happened. Over a year of sniffing Ramalal’s feet and almost daily and cumming to him had made neurological pathways in his brain that made him get hard at the mere sight of his feet.
“Ramalal, what is that you want? I’ll do anything. Please just let me worship your feet” Anwar begged his master.
Smiling, Ramalal got up from the sofa and went into the bedroom while Anwar followed him like a lost puppy.
Sitting on the bed, Anwar realized that Ramalal had taken the dirty clothes hamper and upended it, allowing its contents to fall all over the bed. Going through each one, he picked out one of Anjali’s panty and looked at Anwar “This is what I want Anwar. I want your wife”
Anwar swallowed his anger, seething through his teeth “What do you mean”
“I want to sleep with your wife Anjali and I want you to make it happen. If you do this for me, I will make sure to make your wildest fantasy come true. You have been cleaning my dirty feet for almost a year and you love it. I think you want me to dominate you.” He said with a knowing grin.
Anwar’s mouth ran dry as he watched Ramalal fold his leg across his lap. Pointing it towards Anwar. “Come on sir. Don’t you want to sniff between my toes? I haven’t washed my feet in over a week. You know they smell really bad. Don’t you want to see how bad? Don’t you want to clean them for me?” he said knowing exactly how to push my buttons.
Anwar couldn’t think as his gaze rested on Ramu’s feet and he felt hypnotized and felt himself speaking without thinking “Okay sir” and he fell to his knees, crawling across the floor until his nose touched his Ramu’s golden shaded feet. It was intoxicating.
The smell was so strong that it almost made his pull away. Instead, he pushed past his limits and took another breath. It usually had this cheesy smell to it, but now it had a slight vinegary tint to it while being 10 times as powerful. Anwar had taken to cleaning Ramalal’s feet several times a week, so they never really got this powerful smelling. However, after being starved into almost madness, he couldn’t get enough.
In the heat of the moment Anwar was in a daze of sub mindedness. Anwar thought to himself that he’d gladly let this young stud fuck his wife, as long as he could keep worshipping his feet. Then his mind went blank as he lost himself in euphoria.
Ramalal looked down at his master who had been so enamored by his feet that he had willingly chosen to become the servant.
Furthermore, he had agreed to let him have his wife. Ramalal smiled watching Anwar struggle to put his nose between his toes. If he was honest with himself, this really turned him on. When this had started, he only felt tickles as Anwars tongue cleaned his feet, but then it slowly aroused him the more it happened. Looking down he saw himself get hard and sniffed the Anjali’s used panty. He had been dreaming of her a lot lately.
When he was first hired, he was shocked to see this beautiful ***** lady with a '. man. He knew that he had to show Anjali that his ***** cock was superior. She was meant for a ***** man like himself. He didn’t detest Anwar in anyway. In fact, in his fantasy, he wanted to have Anjali while Anwar sucked on his toes. He wanted Anwar to be the servant both in the kitchen and in the bedroom with him and Anjali
As such thoughts invaded his mind, his hands jerked his dick and taking one last sniff of the used panties, he exploded in pants.
Laying back panting, Ramalal waited until Anwar had fallen into a drunken orgasmic stupor after having worshipped his feet to his satisfaction. He had to give it to Anwar. The man knew how to clean feet. Ever since this had started, his feet had become soft as if he had been rubbing lotion on them everyday.
Ever since that day, Ramalal had grown bolder and Anwar although weary at this sudden change had grown accustomed to it and in time even welcomed it. He grew more demanding, making Anwar drop down to kiss his feet even when Anjali was in the house. Ramalal kept pushing past Anwars limits, making him do crazy things, pushing him to become even more subservient.
One time after Anjali was gone, Ramalal had gotten out Anwars dinner and had placed it on the ground in front of the sofa. Then he dipped his foot, mushing up the rice and beans. Lifting it up, he looked at Anwar kneeling before him looking expectantly. Anwar knew what he had to do and ate his dinner off Ramu’s feet. This naturally developed into him having to wash Ramu’s feet in a basin afterwards and drinking that water.
Ramu had loved this idea so much that he had lately tried to step on all his food before Anwar had a chance to eat. This kept Anwar in a constant state of arousal throughout the day.
For Anwars part, he had taken to telling Anjali about his new fantasy and encouraged her to flirt with Ramalal. After a few weeks of insistence, Anjali had given in to his demands and to his shock had even liked the flirtation.
One afternoon, Anjali had gone so far as to let Ramu massage her back with oil while she moaned in pleasure. Of course, Anwar was there the entire time. All he could do was stare at the feet of his wife and Ramalal as he sat on her back to give her a better massage.
Months flew by as the two flirted with a quick peek of cleavage here, a caress on the ass there, and even the occasional brush of Anjali’s hand on Ramu’s dick.
It was a tough decision to move away when the offer of a better job opportunity came along. But he had to decide between either staying at the same job or potentially earning more and giving his wife and their future children a better life. Like any father, he made the decision that would benefit his family the best and decided to move away to a different part of India.
Ramu was the first to know about this decision and he had cried and yelled at Anwar for abandoning him. Anwar was similarly sad at what he had to do. It took weeks before Ramu would even look at him. Then even more before he spoke to him. He was often sad when he spoke, that things were going to come to an end.
Anwar realized that he had never completed his promise to Ramalal regarding his wife. So, he set about convincing Anjali to make love with Ramu as a goodbye present. Surprisingly, Anjali had agreed quicker than he had thought. Though it wasn’t really much of a surprise considering their sex consisted of Anwar humping her feet until he orgasmed before falling asleep. He just didn’t have the stamina to stay hard for long. Truth be told, he preferred Anjali’s feet to her vagina, though he’d never admit such a thing even to himself.
That night, Anwar had crept into Ramu’s room and woken him up with a gentle shake.
“Ramu, I have spoken to Anjali and she agreed to make love with you. I’m keeping my promise. See? I told you I always keep my promises” Anwar said with a grin on his face
Ramu awoke with those words and for the first time smiled in weeks. All of a sudden, he leant forward and kissed Anwar on the lips. “I love you… not in that way though. Not the way I like Anjali” he said shyly.
Anwar laughed and kissed him back. “I know Ramu. I love you too, but not as a lover. We have fun. There’s no need to complicate it with labels.”
Kneeling down while Ramu sat on the bed, he lifted Ramus feet and worshipped them for the last time. As he was almost done, Ramu spoke up “Hey Anwar, can you do something for me? I have always wondered what it would feel like, but never had the guts to ask you”
In his head, Anwar immediately thought that he would as him for a blowjob and began shaking his head about to say that it just wasn’t his thing when Ramu pulled off his pants and knelt on the bed with his back facing Anwar.
“Can you lick my ass?” he asked in shy voice
Before Anwar could say no, his gaze fell on Ramu’s asshole and he was enchanted. He couldn’t look away from it. It beckoned him closer and opened and closed every few seconds. It was winking at him and he remembered the saying “if you gaze into the abyss too long, it will gaze back at you” and chucked to himself.
What would be the harm? He wasn’t particularly turned off by it. In fact, he had routinely performed both oral and anal cunnilingus on Anjali to satisfy her for years now.
Leaning forward, he sniffed at earthy aroma emanating from the dark cavern before brushing his jaw against Ramu’s ass. Rubbing his face against Ramu’s cheeks, he inched his nose forward until it rested on his puckered hole. Breathing in deeply, he pressed his lips against Ramus in a passionate French kiss.
Ramu moaned and pushed himself backwards, sucking his tongue deeper inside. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Lovers kissing each other without a care in the world. Slowly, Anwar extracted and pulled his tongue out. He continued kissing it softly murmuring sweet nothings of how amazing that kiss was. Soon enough, he returned his tongue inside Ramu and licked for all he was worth while lightly nibbling at his entrance and snaking his tongue in and out. Ramu meanwhile pushing himself back forth with the tongue’s movements and a few minutes later Ramu had come without touching himself.
Anwar was just happy that his friend had finally spoken to him and that he could fulfill this last wish for him before they were gone from his life forever. He ended their passionate encounter with one final kiss to his hole and quietly left the room.
They had a month until their departure for the new job, so Anjali and Anwar had planned for Ramu’s special night to be on the last day, so they didn’t have to deal with any awkwardness after.
Ramulal was a nervous wreck the following day and both Anwar and Anjali had noticed it as he seemed to be exceptionally clumsy that day. Later in the evening when Anjali had left to meet her relatives, Anwar took Ramalal aside and asked him what was wrong.
“Anwar. I can’t stop thinking about Anjali. I want to do my best with her, but I’m afraid that I’ll come too soon.” He said sighing down “I always come in a few minutes when I sniff her panties. If I actually enter her, I know I won’t even last 10 seconds. I don’t know what to do.”
Anwar saw the problem from Ramu’s view and he agreed that it wouldn’t be very good for either Anjali or him if he just came immediately.
“Ramu… I can give you some extra money so you can go practice with some prostitutes if you want…” Anwar told him in a good-natured tone.
Ramalal show his head vigorously “NO! I want my first time to be with a homely Indian lady like Anjali.” he sighed
“Well, there is one thing we could do” Anwar said with a smile. “We could practice together”
Ramalal looked at Anwar with a quizzical expression before realization dawned on him and his eyes widened “What Anwar! We can’t do that, that’s a bit too gay for me!” he laughed nervously.
“Listen Ramu, you’re only gay if you have feelings for another man. Do you have any for me? Because I know I don’t have any for you. For me it’s just good sex and kinky play” Anwar replied in a reassuring tone.
“Well… I don’t feel that way for you. I guess it makes sense…” Ramalal replied looking at Anwar. “How do we do this?”
Anwar looked at Ramu “You have to dominate me. I’m submissive and if you use your feet, you can get me to do almost anything you want! Look at how you made me give away my own wife!” he said with a chuckle.
Ramu nodded in understanding. “Anwar, I want you to go shave your legs and asshole. Make it shiny and smooth like Anjali. It will help me out a lot” he said in reply
Anwar got nervous. He didn’t feel like that would be a good idea… especially with how weird It would look naked with half his body hairless. Seeing his hesitation, Ramu took Anwar’s hand and led him toward the bedroom washroom. Sitting him on a stool in the centre of the washroom, Ramu gathered the shaving cream, and his 5-bladed Gillette razor. It took almost an entire hour for Ramu to fully shave Anwar’s lower half. There was only one part left.
Ramu pushed Anwar so he lay on his back holding both legs back so his feet dangled above him. This gave Ramu the perfect position to shave his nether regions. Dabbing a bit of shaving cream, Ramu started to gently shave across the sensitive area using water when needed. After a few minutes, he sat back staring at his work.
Anwar whispered, “What is it?” afraid that he may not have liked what he saw. Maybe he had a mole on his butt?
Ramu knelt forward and pulled Anwar’s legs towards him so that they hung over his shoulders. Pushing him backward so that his back was a bit off the floor, he started teasing his tongue into Anwar’s sacred hole. For Anwar’s part, he was shocked but didn’t really feel much. He supposed he just wasn’t sensitive in that area, but he didn’t interrupt Ramu knowing that he could use the practice to be ready for Anjali.
Ramu couldn’t believe how feminine Anwar’s lower body looked now that I was devoid of hair. It was just like a girl’s! Well... except for the extra part hanging between his knees.
Having loosened up Anwar’s hole using his mouth, he pushed Anwar’s legs back as he prepared to enter him. As Ramu’s dick rested against his anus, he moaned “Oh Anjali” with his eyes closed imagining his first time with the homely wife. He slowly felt himself pushing in.
Anwar whispered softly “slowly Ramu, you’re tearing me apart”. Hearing those words, Ramu groaned in amazement and came with only the head of his penus having entered the chasm.
Anwar laughed “Well, you’re going to need a lot more practice if you want to satisfy Anjali”
Panting from the rush he felt, he grinned and picked up Anwar “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to be perfect for her”. Walking out of the washroom and towards the bed, he lay Anwar down and once again prepared to enter him.
This time Anwar wrapped his arms around Ramu’s neck while his legs wrapped around his hips and he whispered “Come on tiger, show me what you got”
Ramu’s young virile dick had gotten hard again. He pushed it in slowly inch by inch, stopping only when Anwar started screaming too loudly from the pain
“Anjali you have to accept me inside you. Loosen up.” He said as he continued his journey forward pretending he was with Anjali. As the last inch sank to the hilt, he moaned “Oh Anjali, I’m a part of you now. Oh God. I’m inside you!” he screamed and once again orgasmed.
This time, Anwar felt the vibrations inside him as the cum flowed in trying to impregnate him. He thought to himself that it didn’t feel so bad.
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