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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