His favorite position was missionary and me on top. He wanted to look at the boy he was loving. That way he knew whether or not I was into it. One ...ime when I was on top and leaning back a little so I could move and go up and down, he was playing with my cock and telling me that boys like me don’t come around too often. Especially for a man like him. So why him? I told him he was not the first older man I’ve been with. That boys my age don’t get it. They make it out to be wrong, when it. I could recognize the fire in his look. Suddenly it brought up the memories of my brother. I could feel the burning of his eyes on my skin. 'Bhaiya (brother)' I murmured to me. 'Did you say something?' Sardar asked.'Nothing, let's go.''But the third dip remains.'I looked into his eyes. They were boring into me. 'O.K. then, let me complete it. Hold me.' I told him and tied the pallu (border of the sari that covers the breasts) around my waist, baring my boobs. And from behind he put his hands. To usne kaha usme kya huwa mene kaha ye acchi bat nahi he to wo puchne lagi kyu mene kaha tom meri girlfriend nay ho dost ho tab wo boli usme kya huwa muje girlfrend samjo u keh ke usne or jor se hath pakad liya fir usne kaha chalo na koi esi jagah jaye jaha koi na ho or ham aaram se beth sake mene kaha ok or me apne friend ke farm pe le gaya waha koi nay tha or waha ham aksar jaya karte the to mere dost ke noker ne waha ke gar ki key di mene kaha chalo or use le ke chat pe chala gaya…Waha uper. I swallowed what cum was in my mouth and looked down at my boobs. Again my eyes widened. My chest and left boob were COMPLETELY covered and my right boob as almost covered. I had never seen so much in my life. I stood up quickly."DAVID!! WHAT THE FUCK!!" I shoved him back against the back wall of the shower. (I was not really mad but I felt like he could have warned me before turning me into a glazed donut.)"WHAT?!? I thought that is what you wanted me to do!" He replied as he held his now limp.