In the beginning his huge cock was so desirable that I was not put off by his ordinary looks, lean frame and angular Punjabi body, or his atrocious accent. Later, his primary attractions were neither his dark he-man looks, nor his monumental tool, but his being an affectionate, well mannered, sincere friend and lover. A Most Desired Husband.
During a visit back home in summer, I ran in to him near the High School playgrounds. He looked familiar but I couldn't place him. Slowly, I recognized him from the athletic meets, and from the volleyball tournaments; and yes, he was a classmate from a different section. He was an ordinary fellow and had never interested me.
In the Pakistani over 18 society, girls live in a separate world. A scandal results in near death beatings or police action on the young man. So, the young males serve as lovers to each other. The clear complexioned near-white, plump, shortish, well -to-do, better-at-studies over 18 are usually the bottoms. Whereas larger frame, dark looks jocks are the tops. It is not a hard and fast rule as many dark ones were known to be bottoms and most aggressive tops came from the well to do handsome looking group. I belonged to the traditional bottom lot, although I was very selective and not always ready for sex.
We talked about studies and reminisced about classmates. "My home is nearby," he said, "And my mother makes strong tea and crackling parathas." I was not attracted to him physically but his good manners and ab offer of a mid-day snack made me go. After a long ride through cabbage fields, we got to his farmhouse in the afternoon. There was a guest room with a door to the outside, that had a large divan type bed with floral-print bed spread and embroidered cushions. He brought in a tray of tea, butter-fried wheat cakes and soft fried eggs. We sat next to each other on the bed and did not talk much as the food was delicious and plentiful. I told him about living in college away from home. He had quit school after 12th grade and was learning a mechanic's trade, with the aim of government service. Meantime he worked at his family's and other farms. Life in the village had its compensations, not least being willing 18 year old girls, he confided. "Would you want to meet someone?" he asked as he nudged my leg with his bare foot
"Not on your life." I said. I asked if he had many conquests. His foot lingered on my leg, and he gave it another ever so small a push, a totally deniable interest!
