Romance My Experience with Love

[avsji]

One day, my friend Wasim came to discuss something. He had told me that he would come, but I had forgotten all about it. Ma assumed that because I had invited Wasim, I would be properly dressed, so she let him go to my room without thinking twice. I was there, sitting clad only in a shirt and naked down below. Wasim was surprised to see me like that.

"Arre yaar! Tu to nanga hai! (Hey! You are naked!)" he exclaimed.

I too was shocked seeing him there.

“Wasim! Tu?”

“Yes. We were supposed to discuss today. Remember? But do you stay naked at home?”

Wasim was a very close friend. We always supported each other in studies and even in… exams (as in copying from each other). But this was the first time that he had seen me like this. After a brief deliberation, I decided that it was okay to tell him the truth.

“Yes.” I said.

“Don’t uncle ji and auntie ji object to it?”

“No. I can be naked in front of them.”

“Wow! That is awesome! They are super parents!”

He waited, looking at my penis. I did not say anything.

“Does it get erect?” he asked.

“It has started to… more frequently now.”

“Good… because otherwise it is similar to those of young boys.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you have no hair on it yet… but then you are younger to me. I too had nothing on it a year and a half ago. So, you have time.”

“How is yours?”

“Do you want to see?”

I nodded.

Wasim unzipped and slid down his pants and undergarment. His penis was erect. It was circumcised, which he explained as a religious ritual that was required for '. males. It was bigger than mine, but smaller than my Dad’s. So, age has an effect on the growth. Of course, as had explained, it had hair… like Rachna had.

“Your nunnu looks beautiful... mine is ugly.”

I did not comment on what he said. It indeed looked ugly, especially with the exposed, circumcised head. Also, I now had four people who had declared that my penis was beautiful. So, I guess, it must be beautiful.

“Have you used it anywhere?” Wasim asked me in his conspiratorial voice.

I understood that he was asking me about whether I had any experience in sex. But I had an impeccable image in college and somehow, I felt that talking about sexual experience with him may diminish my image.

“Matlab (What do you mean)?”

“Arre, have you slid it inside a girl?”

“No! In whom I will slide it!”

“Why? Rachna to hamesha tujhse chipki rehti hai (Rachna is always with you)!”

True, but I could not divulge my level of intimacy with Rachna to him. Wasim too was suggesting that there should be an intimacy between me and Rachna. Interesting! I never knew that our relationship was so obviously observed in college.

“Why can’t I do it with Lubna?” Lubna was his sister and was my age.

“Sure you can.” He declared nonchalantly, “I did not know you were interested in her.”

I thought he would get angry, but his nonchalance surprised me.

“Tune (Did you)?” I asked him.

“Yes! I did a couple of times.”

“What! Who?” I was shocked. It was a big news for a boy like me, who was reaching towards puberty.

“What do you mean, who? Your Bhabhi, who else?”

I was aware that Wasim was engaged to be married to his cousin. Although she was older than him by about five years, it was fine by both families. The plan was to get them married soon after the exams were over. Although he was still studying, he was not too much in to studies anyway, and their families were in traditional businesses of brassware and clothing. Wasim was already spending after college time at the shops and was expected to take care of the new shop. I guess, once a man starts earning his livelihood, they become eligible to get married.

Upon my request, he gave me a detailed account of how they made love. I guess, even he wanted an audience for his stories. He told me a new word for women’s private parts – ‘bur’. His story had a positive effect on me, which showed. Wasim held my penis in his hand and evaluated it for hardness and length. He told me that it was promising and that I should have a good-sized adult penis in no time. He told me not to waste my energies on masturbating, and let the semen grow stronger inside me. He said it was not a healthy thing and should be done only occasionally. I thought his advice was appropriate: for me, Wasim had already become a man – he was now several notches ahead of me.