I have to confess I can be a nasty little fuckhead when I try. I can even be a nasty little fuckhead without much trying.

When Raj Varma moved in next door, I didn't even give him the time of day. After all, I was the big school jock, the star basketball player, the envy of all the guys, because I could have any chick I wanted. Raj was a nobody.

In fact, Raj was worse than a nobody. He was an East Indian, and that opened him up to all the nasty names I could call him in front of my school mates - such as Curry-lover, Raghead and Paki, even though he was neither a Sikh nor a Pakistani. He had actually been born in Canada, and had never even visited India. That didn't matter to me. All I cared about was demeaning him.

I was such an asshole, I didn't even feel guilty about being hateful to Raj, even though some of my braver classmates called me down for it.

But enough of him for now. More about me. I am always the most important person, especially in a story I'm telling about myself. I am tall, dark, and good-looking. Handsome, actually, even if I do say so myself. As I said before, I am athletic, good at all sports, but particularly good at basketball.

I am also gay, which was my deep, dark secret. I was sure people would shun me if they knew. I was sure I would get kicked off the team. I have been with guys, but only when I'm sure no-one would ever find out, such as those occasions when my Dad takes the family on an out-of-town vacation. It's not hard to find out where to hook up in a strange town, not with sites like Squirt.net to help you. A few older guys have fucked my ass, and I enjoyed it. I have fucked a few of other guys, and enjoyed that, too

But back to my current story. I was in deep trouble. I might have been good at basketball - in fact, so good at it that I had been offered a basketball scholarship at a well-known college; but what I was not good at was math. In the recent Government exams, I had scraped by with a C+. What I needed to assure my scholarship was a B. I could rewrite the exam in mid-August, but I needed some hard work - and a tutor!

And that's where Raj comes back into the story. Raj was a top student academically, and my Dad, without asking me about it, when he heard that Raj had received straight A's and won the school Math award, hired Raj to be my tutor. I kicked up a fuss, of course, and called Raj all sorts of names, and when Dad heard me use those terms he said that 17 years old or not, he'd turn me over his knee and thrash my ass if he ever heard me use them again. I didn't doubt for a minute that he could and would do it, so I bit my tongue and shut my mouth.

And so, for two hours three afternoons a week, all summer until mid-August, Raj was scheduled to come over and teach me math, whether I liked it or not. Both Mom and Dad work and they sent my little brother to camp for a month so he would not be a distraction. Raj and I would have the house to ourselves.

I fumed and grumbled to myself, but deep down I knew it was necessary, even though it went against the grain that Raj was to be the tutor.

I have to give Raj this: for all the nastiness I had heaped on him at school, he didn't seem to hold any animosity toward me. He seemed to accept that that was the way things were. So that first day, when he just got down to the job at hand, going back to basics in Algebra, Geometry, and Trig with me, pleasantly and patiently, I began to feel twinges of guilt, quite unlike me! It didn't cause me to be more friendly or pleasant towards him in return, however!

He tried to exchange pleasantries with me, but I just sprawled back on the chesterfield where we were studying and pretended to be immersed in the math problems. I did sneak some sideways looks at him out of the corner of my eye, however. At first I was rather turned off by his dark skin, but after a while the cross between dark chocolate and milk chocolate became quite appealing. Maybe I was a bit hungry!

His dark eyes were also quite attractive - deep brown pools. And his straight white teeth were highlighted by his dark complexion.

What I particularly noticed, though, was the large bulge in his jeans at his crotch! I thought there might be something quite suckable there.

I noticed, too, that he was also sizing up my own bulging basket. I am quite well-endowed, with large balls and a six-inch cock. I usually pack them into too tight undies to make them more pronounced.

I have to admit, he was a good math tutor, and showed me little tricks and shortcuts for solving equations. But that first Monday, that was as far as it went.

For Wednesday's class, I decided to test him. Wednesday was a hot day, and when he arrived, I was dressed just in a pair of shorts. I didn't even have any undies on. That day we sat at the round glass and bamboo coffee table, on the padded cane armchairs. I suggested Raj too take off at least his shirt, because of the heat. And that's how we studied for most of that two hours. It was toward the end that I tested him. I had been willing myself to get a stiffy for the last fifteen minutes or so. It had worked quite well and now I had a rampant hard-on in my loose shorts.

I pushed my chair back from the table, and as I did so, I "accidentally" knocked some of my texts to the floor.

"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed, feigning distress. "Do you think you could pick those up for me? I pulled something in my back at practice yesterday and I can hardly bend over."

"Of course," he replied in the sing-song voice of his countrymen, even though he had been born in Canada. "It would be my pleasure." He knelt on the floor to gather them.

As he bent to pick them up, I pushed my chair back, still seated, and spread my legs so that my hard cock made a huge tent in my shorts. He picked up the books and grasped my leg to help him rise. Perhaps concerned that the gesture may have been too forward of him, he looked up to find my face, but found himself looking instead straight up the open leg of my shorts at my raging woody.

For a few moments it was if his eyes were transfixed. He couldn't stop staring at my cock.

"Oh, my goodness gracious!" he eventually exclaimed, rising hastily. "How embarrassing. I most deeply apologize for staring. I think I must go now!"

Flustered, he gathered up his own books, pulled on his t-shirt, and practically ran out the door. But I did notice as he left that the bulge in his jeans was even larger than before.

All that day and the next, I thought about that interesting bulge in his jeans. I wanted to see and feel it.

But I was worried that I might have scared him off, that he might not come back. I was actually beginning to like the Paki! Thursday night I made up some excuse to phone his home to make sure he was coming on Friday.

"Most certainly!" he told me. "I have a contract with your father to teach you mathematics! I could not break a contract."

Did that mean that he would rather not come? I could not be sure.

However, on Friday I took things a little bit further. It was a cooler day, threatening rain, so I had no excuse for short shorts with nothing under them. I settled on a pair of loose old sweat pants, a t-shirt, and a team sweater draped over my shoulders. When Raj arrived, he came dressed somewhat similarly, in loose nylon shell pants and a tee. I suspected he too wore nothing underneath the pants. I'm sure I saw his goodies wobble as he walked in.

As on the previous days we got right down to work, seated on the chesterfield again. It was not until the end of the two hours that I asked him,

"Were you upset at seeing my cock on Wednesday?"

"My goodness, no," he assured me. "It was a very fine cock. But I should not be looking at cocks, you see. I am engaged to be married when I turn eighteen."

"You are?" I exclaimed. "Who to?" I had never seen him with a girl, and I was sure he liked what he had seen of my cock.

"Ah," he told me, "I am engaged to a girl in India. I have never met her. My grandmother arranged it all. Next year I will go to India, marry her there, and bring her back to Canada, and go to work for my father. So, you see, I should not be looking at cocks."

"Do you want to marry her?" I asked.

"Oh, my dear, no!" he told me. "But it is a family affair. I must do as I am told."

"Did you like looking at my cock?" I pressed.

"Oh, most definitely yes," he assured me. "You have a very beautiful cock."

"Would you like another look?" I was hard now beneath my sweats, and I could see an impressive tent poking up from Raj's nylon pants.

"Hmm," he pondered. "Well, maybe just a quick peek!"

I stood in front of him where he sat on the chesterfield and pulled the top of my sweats down. My cock popped out over the elastic waistband and practically hit Raj in the face. His brown eyes glittered.

"Ohh, my goodness!" he exclaimed in a long drawn-out breath. He stared at it intently, then finally asked, "May I touch it?"

"Sure." I told him. "It won't break."

Raj laughed at my stupid joke as he reached forward tentatively and gently touched my cock, which leapt instantly harder than ever. He pulled his hand back as if he expected I would cum all over it, but soon reached for it again. He slid my foreskin back, and a drop of pre-cum was exuded from my cock lips and glistened there invitingly.

"Do you think it would be all right if I sucked upon it?" Raj asked.

"All right?" I exclaimed. "It would be wonderful!"

Raj opened his lips a little. His tongue shot out and lapped up the single bead of pre-cum which bloomed on my cock lips. He tasted it. Then he opened his mouth wider and immediately engulfed the knob of my penis. I felt the warmth of his mouth, the soft caress of his tongue, the gentle touch of his teeth.

Without warning I began to shoot my sackful of man-juice into Raj's mouth. He did not recoil or try to spit my cock or my cum out. He became a giant vacuum cleaner, sucking at me, drawing out every drop of my fluids, pushing my cock further down his throat, burying his nose in my pubic hair.

Raj swallowed my juices thirstily and kept sucking until he was sure there was no more to come, then abruptly pulled away from me, leapt up and started gathering his books.

"I must go now," he exclaimed, seeming flustered.

An attack of after-sex guilt? I thought.

But he still had a hard-on, and was oozing pre-cum as I could see from the dark stain on his pants.

"I have my father's car," Raj told me, " and I have promised my father I would pick him up at three-ten precisely," he explained, heading toward the front door. I glanced at the clock. It was already three fifteen. "He will be so worried," he added.

"Why don't you just phone him?" I suggested.

"We do not have cellular phones," he told me. "We have talked of getting one each for father, mother, and I, but we have never gotten around to it."

"Will you be back on Monday?" I asked.

"Oh, most certainly," he promised. "I am learning so much! And I have much more to learn!"

And I thought it was I who was the pupil!

Raj was back as promised on Monday, and we were still about half an hour from the scheduled end of "class" when he broke the ice, broaching the events of the last day.

"I had never sucked a man's penis before last Friday," he told me, more or less out of the blue, although I am sure he, like me, had just been waiting to get round to sex again. "Have you sucked many penises?" he asked me.

"A few," I admitted. "Not a lot."

"Do you enjoy it?" he asked, seeming fascinated.

"Very much," I told him.

"I have never had my penis sucked," he confided. "Would you suck mine?"

"O.K." I agreed, "but let's go into my bedroom and get naked." I led him into my bedroom and through it into my bathroom, where we could hang our clothes on the ample hooks. Neither of us was wearing underwear under our shorts and tees - summer had returned.

I was surprised to see Raj naked. He had a better build than I had given him credit for. I found out later that he was a tennis, badminton and squash champion.

What really surprised me, though, was his cock. The shaft and foreskin were very dark, even darker than his back, but the knob under the foreskin was much lighter, a pink-purple kind of colour. It was rather odd-looking, rather like a strawberry ice-cream on a chocolate cone! Whatever, I needed to lick that lovely confection!

I knelt in front of him, there on the bathroom floor, in front of the plastic shrub in the plastic pot on the real granite counter, and licked Raj's dick just like I would lick an ice-cream cone. I eventually took the knob into my mouth, then forced the shaft further into me. Raj was moaning and groaning like he was in heaven - or in hell!

He certainly had a lovely, dark, hard dick, and the urge to have it inside me overcame me. I stopped sucking on his cock, in case he blew his load and was finished before I got what I wanted - his dick inside me.

I stood and lead him back into the bedroom and we both sprawled naked on my bed. I rolled onto my back, and squeezing a little lubricant from a tube I had stolen from Mom's medicine cabinet onto my fingers, I rubbed it in my ass crack.

"I want you to fuck me," I told Raj.

"I would like that very much," he agreed. He lay on top of me and pushed his thick, hard, dark-chocolate cock between my legs and began dry-humping me, his knob pounding my balls.

"What are you doing? I asked.

"Why, I am fucking you, as you desired," he replied, quite seriously.

"No, I want you to really fuck me - in in my hole!"

"You mean put my cock in your poop-hole?" he asked, amazed.

"Yes!" I almost shouted.

"But I will get your poo all over my penis!" he objected.

"No, you won't," I told him. "I douched my asshole out before you came."

Raj was still doubtful, but he said, "Very well, then. If you are sure."

I reached between us and guided his dickhead to my horny hole.

"Now push," I told him. Raj did as I ordered him, and I felt the pressure, and then my asshole muscles loosening to accept his thick cock. His cock-head stretched my asshole open and slid inside. I hurt for a moment, and then I deliberately relaxed and his cock-head slid though and passed into me, followed by the long- thick shaft. He didn't have to be told what to do after that, and began fucking me in earnest. Unfortunately, he was forcing my face into my pillow and I had trouble breathing. I tossed him off me, and lay on my side, my ass presented to him.

"Do me this way," I told him. He caught on immediately and lay on his side behind me and pushed his dick back into my now-open hole.

"My word!" he panted as he fucked me. "This really does feel very amazing!"

"For both of us!" I assured him thoroughly enjoying the pounding he was giving my hole with his thick black cock.

I have to give Raj this: although it was his first time, he did not cum right away as many first-timers do. He went to work on my ass, fucking me like a seasoned pro, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, always terrific. He was probably the best fuck I had had to that time. And it wasn't in a washroom stall or a clump of bushes like all the others had been!

"I am going to ejaculate!" Raj told me eventually. "Shall I pull my penis out of you first?" he asked.

"No, that's fine. Just shoot it into me," I instructed him. And he did just that - a tremendous load, deep inside me.

When he had finished and had pulled out of me, he examined his penis carefully. I'm sure he expected to find it all covered in shit. To assure him that it was really clean, I took his cock into my mouth and sucked it momentarily.

When we had dressed and Raj was getting ready to leave, I said to him:

"See you Wednesday then?"

"You most certainly shall," he assented. "We will do this some more, I hope?" he added.

"We sure will," I agreed. "Next time, I get to fuck you," I told him.

"Oh, I do so look forward to that," he cried. "I will give you the same pleasure you just gave me!"

So it was that Raj Varma and I came to fuck each other every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, right through July and the first half of August. We even managed to sneak in a few other days along the way.

At the beginning of August, Raj happily informed me he was no longer engaged.

"She eloped with a rich young man from Mumbai," he told me. That left him free to go to college himself rather than go work for his father. So he applied, and was accepted, to the same college I was going if I passed my Math exam.

I wrote the exam in mid-August, and a couple of weeks later was notified by mail that I had achieved not a B as I had hoped. but an A! Raj was some tutor. He had just the carrot to lead me on!

Raj and I took a small apartment together off campus, and we have continued to fuck each other ever since. I guess you could say we are in love.

A few months into the college year, we both told our parents we were gay. Dad didn't mind at all, but Mom wondered about grandchildren. Raj's dad was actually quite happy about it, and confided in Raj that he had had a male lover back in India. His grandmother, however, wasn't so accepting, and disinherited Raj from a fairly sizeable fortune. We can live without it.

I won a place on the varsity basketball team, and Raj attends all my games, both home and away. And you know what? I recently smacked one of my teammates in the mouth for calling Raj a Paki!

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