If only he could put their pictures on the wall instead of the ones of Ritchie Blackmore and the equally decrepit Ozzy Osbourne.Every evening he found...time to lie on his bed, long hair splayed over his pillow, one of the porn mags he stored under the sock drawer spread open in front of his face. Tonight he concentrated on lovely Lucinda's beautiful body. His hand pumped furiously at his erect penis while he imagined what it would be like to stick it in that airbrushed vagina, beneath that thin. It was very difficult to do so in the country which I lived in. It was summer holidays and I went to live at my grand mother’s house. My aunt was rich so they had a very big house and had separate rooms for every one in the house. I was a very good friend of my aunt’s elder son whose name was Ali and the younger son was called baby in the house so I will use the same name for him. Ali was my best friend and I never thought of having any thing with him and I never told him about my sexuality. Avan vayathil kandipaaga ennai kaamam seiya otru kolvaan. Magan ilatha pozhuthu avanai en mulaiyaal idithen, andru amaithiaaga irunthaan.Veetirku adikadi vanthu po endru solineen, subash ennai paarthu sari aunty endru sollinaan. Pinbu avan oru vaaram varave illai, naan en magan idam keten engu irukiraan un nanban veetirku varave matingiraan. Phone pani kudu endru keten, en magan phone seithu koduthaan naan vaangi subash idam pesa aarambithen.Subash en magan nandraaga padikiraana? Endru keten,. ‘No.’ ‘Olu…’ ‘Rinse me.’ I carefully rinsed him, feeling my mouth water at the sight of his wet black skin. I was noticeably moist between my legs, but my knees were shaking. I was nervous, because I could no longer read his face. I couldn’t tell what mood he was in, and I didn’t know what to say to him. ‘I’ll need some towels to dry myself,’ he barked. I handed him a clean towel, and rushed to find a few more. By the time I made it back to the bathroom, Olu was standing with a towel wrapped.