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Car Troubles

Initially being from South Trinidad, in my opinion, one of its nicest aspects is its ever-evolving nature. It never fails to surprise you, at times, of the vibrancy in some of the conveniences available. From the growing number of shopping and dining amenities to the variety of quaint, yet serene natural spaces available to the public for rest or play. Sometimes, it’s really nice to “Stay to Get Away” – one of the main slogans surrounding the tourism industry of our twin-island. Even more notable are south Trinidadian personalities; which are usually more hospitable. They seem to usually be the embodiment of gentle smiles and active interaction and are always willing to lend a hand. Generally, most are more courteous in comparison to that of their north counterparts (of course with some exceptions) in the way they treat with you in their daily dealings.

One of my co-workers celebrated her birthday, and in true Trini-tradition, held an enormous birthday fete at her home to herald-in the birth anniversary. Extravagant decorations, well-stocked bar, prominent local-radio DJ, tiered birthday cake, commemorative party favours, outrageous party games, live performances, even fireworks; all seemed to be the marking of a grand jubilation of her excitement to have arrived at the big 3-0. In true southern hospitality ensured that every single guest even the party crashers were well entertained and taken care of. By the third tassa-drum induced, almost feral-like dancing session, my worn-out body decided it was time to head home. I received an army’s ration of take away food from her exceedingly gracious mother, and I made for my way beyond the lighthouse.

I noticed the almost 3am time as I powered up my navigation system to help lead me out of the one-car-width road unto the highway. My engine roared violently, and almost aggressively manoeuvred me along the unfamiliar route. By the fifth left turn I became a bit paranoid, it seemed as though Waze was sending me deeper south than releasing me to the recognizable highway. It did not help that a dark coloured, Ford Ranger kept furiously tailgating me despite my efforts to keep left on the narrow road to allow him thoroughfare. BANG! BANG! Were the thunderous noises my suspension and underbody endured as my left-side wheel succumbed to me stupidly pulling too close to the edge, and now finding my passenger’s side caught in a muddy boxed-drain. I cursed under my breath, switched off the engine and despite my desire to panic looked behind to see if the asshole in the van would finally just overtake and leave me alone. A bout of paranoia flushed over my face as the pick-up not only passed me but pulled to the side just in-front of my sedan. A genuine level of consternation swept over me as the driver parked, yet after several minutes did not exit his vehicle. None of my calls to any of my friends went answered as they were either still at the loud party, or asleep.

I reached over to the passenger’s side glove compartment to retrieve the insurance certificate which detailed the wrecking service available with my coverage. My heart leapt to my hand as an aggressive tapping pounded at my side window. The sinewy silhouette of a man in the dim moonlight amplified my dread as he hovered over my car.

I shouted, “I’m fine! I’ll call my wrecking service! Thanks!”

He tapped again on my window, followed by him bending down at my window’s level and greeting me with a smile. Aarav! I quickly opened the locked door to the familiar face. He was a guest of my co-worker with whom I was liming with at the bar of the event.

“What the fuck man!” I screamed at him, “you could have made me damage my car!” “Why were you bumpering me?”

“Richard, sorry man, I knew you weren’t too accustomed to here, so I was following you to make sure you got out okay, I didn’t know you’d have done that!”

He assured me that he could have assisted as he and his friends would help my car’s passenger, front wheel out of the small ditch. Upon his signal, two other guys exited the van in front me, one positioned himself into the drain and using a hand jack elevated the sedan, another fastened my car to the van and joined Aditya into the drain to push my vehicle towards the paved road. Aarav, quickly towed my car out to safety as we guided it sideways.

Congratulations were passed around, as everyone were impressed by their accomplished feat. Kelvin checked to see if there was any major damage to my vehicle and suggested that I kept being towed – just to be safe – advising I would need to have a professional body shop check it on Monday. Aarav agreed suggesting I hop in his van, assuring me his house was just 10 minutes away from our location and I could spend the rest of the morning there. We all removed out muddied foot wear and placed them in the tray of the van, Aditya then ushered me next to him as we took the careful journey to Aarav’s home. Kelvin upon arrival, used the garden hose at the front of the building to wash off his footwear and legs, he then rolled down his slacks. He greeted Aarav, Aditya and myself with kind gestures before making his way to his Mitsubishi Evolution for his way home. Aditya, the most polluted of us, started to undress to his boxers and told Aarav he was gonna try to get some of the drain junk off his body. Aarav apologised to me again and notified me that I could take the guest room’s bathroom and that he could furnish me a change of clothes if I needed. I shared my gratitude for his hospitality and despite my internal fury, granted him verbal assurance that I accepted his apology and advised that I had an outfit in the trunk of my car.

Aditya led the way from the garage, allowing Aarav to clear out his vehicle. He shared that he was spending the night and would be given a lift home in the morning, grimacing at the fact his vehicle had had radiator issues that morning but couldn’t miss the promise of a good party. He seemed elated that the night was ending on an adventurous note. I walked into the guest room, gave my salutations, closed the door, undressed and made a bee-line for the en-suite. The hot water calmed my mind as it made all evidence of the recent ordeal wash down the plumbing. A faint echo woke me out of the trance as Aarav speaking from inside the bedroom voiced his concern that I’d been in the shower for well over an hour, asking if I was alright.

“I think so,” I muttered.

Concerned, he asked if he could have entered the en-suite. I granted him permission, with which he found me sitting on the floor with the scorching water raining on me. Instinctively he slid the shower door open, took off the mixer taps, grabbed a towel and lifted me out of the shower. He laid me on the bed and tried to towel dry me covering me with other towels from the linen closet in an attempt to keep me dry. I faintly heard Aditya’s perplexed voice asking him if I was okay. I knocked out moments after.

I woke up that Sunday morning unsure of myself, the closed blinds and heavy drapes didn’t help orient me to the time of day, the only familiar thing next to me was Aarav lying next to me, and Aditya slumped on the single sofa chair positioned opposite us. I tried to slid off the bed, still drowsy and very hazy from my odd spell the many hours before. Aarav, shot up, propped by his elbows and chided my attempts to get up; telling me that I needed to rest. I suddenly became very aware of my nudity and made a visible effort to cover my groin with the piles of towels around me. Aarav chuckled and advised me that I didn’t need to be modest. He, however, got off the bed and helped me into my boxers which I had left on the dresser. He temporarily went to the kitchen to get bottles of water for us both and a dose of ibuprofen for my headache. Standing next to me, he too clad only in boxers, held my back as he helped me sit up to drink the water and swallow the white capsules. I was starting to feel a lot better, as it vanquished some of my disorientation. However, my awareness of the warm touch of his hand and the caring disposition of Aarav became the catalyst of embarrassment as I involuntarily started to tent in my underwear.

He placed the now empty bottle on the bedside table and jokingly addressed me.

“It never fails us, huh? Morning wood, even when it’s not morning.”

I flushed with sheer mortification, as I grabbed my groin in the hopes of hiding any sign of my impure thoughts and bodily reactions.

“I have a home remedy for this Richard. Call it southern bush medicine,” he teased.

My quizzical look seemed to grant him consent as he slid off my boxers to my knee and caressed his lips on the edge of my foreskin, pulling it down gently. He dramatically raised his eyes to meet mine and using his tongue inside his mouth traced the blood vessel at the back of my dick as he slid his way down my shaft. Frozen in pleasure and shock, I found myself dropping back as my hands felt like they no longer could support me. My subtle moans encouraged Aarav to press forward, my cock becoming more aroused and larger with every thrust in his mouth.

“You didn’t even invite me?” broke our concentration as Aditya questioned us both, now naked, and knelt on the edge of the bed, like a puppy waiting for attention, his dick pointing towards the action.

Aarav climbed onto the bed, spreading my legs for better leverage to continue with his attention to my dick. Aditya, didn’t hesitate at the gesture, as he splashed some of his precum around his dickhead and gently penetrated Aarav’s hole. Aarav screamed out with my dick still in his mouth. The vibrations of his screams engorged my cock even more, sending electric pulses throughout my body compulsorily lifting me and throwing me back down on the bed. With every thrust inside Aarav, he spared no devotion to my cock head with his tongue and lips as they both synchronized their motions with each other. Aarav’s pained moans were getting both Aditya and myself closer to the edge of bursting pleasure. Aditya, pulled out his dick, lifted and spread Aarav’s butt cheeks and in a show of lust started eating Aarav’s hairless ass.

Aarav clenched his mouth tightly around my cock and with a huge slurping sound, retreated himself towards my foreskin releasing his hold on me. He then pushed my legs upwards with his shoulders, so that my feet sat next to my ears. He traced his nose on top my balls as he too started to now eat my ass. The shocking sensation and synchronised, ravenous actions of both men seemed to be never ending. My cock kept spewing precum all over my stomach in what seemed like an eternity of unadulterated pleasure.

The men switched positions again. Aditya 6 inches was still entering Aarav’s hole with little hesitation. Aarav’s screams were met with mine, as my now very wet hole was pierced by Aarav’s 7-inch precum-covered cock. He had spun me around to face the pillow beneath. Both men developed a rhythm as Aarav and I – both being aggressively jackhammered – protested loudly the white pain of each penetration.

Mere moments after, our voices harmonized our climax and warm explosions shot into Aarav’s and my ass as my cum soaked through the soft linens beneath us. Both Aarav and Aditya collapsed on the bed beside me, breathing heavily from all their spent energies.

Guilt thoughts, however, started to flood my mind.

“Did I miss something? How did we get here? What the fuck just happened?”

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scarfedislandguy

First encounter

Let me start this blog with my first true story. Kinda long though. Sorry…

So I’m in a prestigious secondary all boys school in the South of my island home. I’m in form four, 15 at the time. Both my parents worked (owned businesses) so to keep me occupied till they were able to pick me up from school they’d normally sign me up to any after school activity on the compound while I wait to head home. At the time Cadets (junior military, basically just like a youth army) was the only offering for my age.

Cadets… Doing push-ups, learning to keep physically fit, survival in the ‘wild’ or at camp, learning about protocol, geography, drill practise of marching and salutes, even rifle display and target practise. One of the requirements with any military based institution is uniform. During regular meetings after school, we’d wear a white fitted tshirt and our school trousers which were basically dress pants. If we were going to a parade, or camp out we’d be required to wear our Cadets uniform. A faded grass green colour, fitted with compartments for whatever we’d have to store temporarily.

So this story is really about our uniforms. When getting dressed our corporal was very adamant about seamless looks. Being slim at the time I usually ‘bloused’ my shirt or tshirt to give the impression of a bigger torso. The second in command, called the lieutenant, would do a check of the lower ranking privates (as we were called) to ensure we matched the standard in appearance before we went outside to be fully inspected. Lt. Matthew had just become in charge of my squad, after just excelling in his examinations for promotion. With my last name beginning with the letter V it meant I was normally the last in his check. He dissaprovingly told me my tshirt was not properly tucked into my trousers that I’d have to fix it before I left the classroom.

This new lieutenant was 19 at the time, he’d just graduated my secondary school and was in his first year in UWI — the only accredited university in the island at the time. Tall, very slender but a very visibly muscled Dougla (a mix of East Indian and African decents) with vibrant green eyes. Short, military styled haircut and the fullest pink lips manageable and still look macho. A girls dream and my envy.

I didn’t understand his critique, my shirt and everything else seemed standard. My frowned look must have hinted my confusion. He demanded I tuck my shirt in smoother against my body into my pants. I unzipped, and patted my shirt down persuading it into the trousers in an attempt to follow his instruction. It seemed I only made it worse since the tshirt would raise up when I moved my hands of it. He ordered me to come forward, visibly annoyed at what may have come across as a half-hearted attempt to follow his request.

He demanded that I put my hands at my side and not move a millimetre. He unbuttoned and carefully unzipped my trousers. I flinched, being a 15 yo virgin the slightest attention to my groin would make an erection. There it was a full blown erection in progress in my fruit of the loom speedo styled briefs peeking at the waistband. He pretended to ignore it and took the edges of my tshirt and tucked it and pulled it in through the brief all the way around. The tshirt did stay flat on my torso now almost like a second skin. He then took his hands and shoved my now throbbing erect cock down back into the briefs behind the tshirt and began pulling up my trousers. He zipped, buttoned and fastened the belt to its tightest, then winking to me, motioned me to join the ranks.

I was literally red faced! For the entire 2 hours of drill I couldn’t get the image of him touching my dick out of my head. It got worse. When we had to change back to regular school uniform to go home I realised he snapped the belt too tightly, I didn’t know if to ask a fellow junior cadet to assist and explain why I couldn’t open my own belt or ask Lt. Matthew. I asked Lt. Matthew. He said when everyone was gone he’d assist so it won’t be awkward. Which I was ever grateful for. We sat and talked for a while as if he was prepping me for the upcoming exams. When everyone’s parents had picked them up and the corporal had left Matthew asked me to follow him to the shower room in the adjacent building.

Once inside he asked me to lift my hands above my head and breathe out to make my torso smaller. He almost magically removed the belt, dropped my trousers and was removing my tshirt. When I told him, “Thanks, I could take it from here.” he silenced me with a finger on his lips. He then demanded that I only speak when instructed and obey his superior command. I was stunned. What was happening? Was this a test? Why am I so hard? Shit! He’s going to think I’m a fag!

He untied my training boots and removed them, my socks, trousers and tshirt; piling then neatly on the bench beside us. All that was left on me was my very white, leaving little to the imagination, speedo cut cotton briefs… with my hands in the air. He motioned for me to enter one of the shower cubicles. Then slowly pulled my briefs down, making my throbbing dick slap my stomach. Slowly he allowed my hands to fall to the side. He turned his attention to the shower door knob, locked it and then stared at me. “I’ve never seen one that big before, especially for your age, how often do you jock?”

I swore I’d gone deaf, I saw his mouth moving but I couldn’t process what he was saying. Without hesitation, as if my silence was permission, he bent to his knees and licked my cock and balls. I shuddered at the warmth of his tongue and felt my knees buckle slightly.

He eventually sucked me for 10 minutes or so which felt more like an hour till when the ecstasy overcame my shock… I came in his throat. Lt. Matthew swallowing every drop as he held unto my ass pulling me towards him as if he intended to swallow me whole. His face buried in my smooth skin. He then licked my balls again, spun me around and bit my left ass cheek both making me shoot clear cum at the walls of the shower.

He took off his clothes and exposed his enormous cock almost as large as my 8 inches and rock hard. He proceeded to shower me, soaping me head to toe, even spending extra time on my foreskin. He finally commanded “At ease! Richard… relax.” he soften his voice. I felt vulnerable and confused yet safe. He towel dried me, wrapped me in a towel and went to the classroom to get my bag and change of clothes with which he dressed me. My parents finally showed up 30 minutes after.

The next day for Cadets training it was deja vu. Again he helped me with my uniform and at the end… helped me get out of them and showered. Some days I came to school commando just to see his reaction. He just smiled and did what he enjoyed doing to me… Teaching me new things never to be seen in a school syllabus or Cadet training manual.

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