My Schoolmate's son 4

Mani sent word to me the very next day, through a person in my village whom he met at the market place, saying that I should positively meet him at the river bank that same evening at about 6 pm. But I had earlier told him that I would meet him after two days at is house. The reason was that I had to go and meet another person in connection with my sister’s marriage. I had planned to meet him in his house at night, with a secret desire to have another fucking session with him! So, when he wanted me to meet him the very next day and that too at the river bank, I wondered what the matter was!

When I went to the river bank at about 6 pm the next day, there was no one to be seen. So, I thought I would go and wait near the huge banyan tree. As I approached it, Mani came out from the other side of the tree. He said that he saw me coming and hid behind the tree to see if I came to that place, which carried with it many memories of our school days! I told Mani that I cannot forget the school days as they were the best days in anyone’s life. We agreed on that and sat down under the tree. I asked him why he wanted me to come to the river bank. He told me that we have to continue our discussions that we had, when the two of us slept together, two days ago. I then understood why he wanted me to come to the river bank to meet him instead of at his house. The matter of our discussion was to be top secret! We discussed and discussed on the matter till it was dark. Then we agreed to meet again on another day at the same time, same place. We walked to the road side and I took the path that led to my village, while Mani walked further along the road to turn off at another location, to go into the town where his house was.

Even after the third session of talks, there was no agreement between the two of us on the matter we were discussing. After about a fortnight, Mani told me at the river bank that I could come to his house the following Saturday evening. He told me that I should come prepared to stay overnight! I agreed and looked forward to that night. That night was again a night of bliss. Mani and I slept in the same cot. Mani gave me pleasure in all its forms. And I was intoxicated by his affection and love-play. In turn, Mani enjoyed my handling his cock and whacking it. He said that my strong grip and massage helped his cock to grow thicker! I knew that it was only his fancy, but I did notice that by and by, as I went on handling his cock, there were some changes in its feel!

Late that night, Mani opened the topic of our discussion again. Mani was asking me to fuck his wife after he sedated her, making her completely unconscious. He believed that this was similar to performing ‘artificial insemination’. The difference was that, in the present plan of his, the donor would actually perform the sexual act on the woman and impregnate her with the express consent of her husband. Just as the donor of the sperms remained anonymous in the first case, so would it be in his plan, because his wife would be completely unconscious and would never know whose sperm impregnated her. It was an ingenious plan alright.

My hesitancy to comply with his plan was put down to my being gay. Mani thought that I liked to sleep only with him and not with his wife or with any other woman! But in reality, I was bisexual! I liked to relate with Mani and fuck him. But I also had a desire to sleep with a woman. I often thought of Karthik who said that his uncle’s daughter was waiting to be fucked by him, as soon as she came of age! I had no one like that. But now, Mani was offering his wife to me! My desire to taste her, slowly began to raise its head in my heart. But an unknown fear sprouted along with it. I was in a great dilemma.

“Somehow I feel it is a great sin,” I said with remorse.
“Think of what I told you years ago,” said Mani. “You asked me to find out from my mother, where babies came to high cast women? She had told me that gods put the babies into their belly when a ‘mantra’ was recited. I like to think of you as the god who would put the baby in my wife’s womb. Don’t hesitate. You have to do this for me. I am your friend and I ask a boon from the god who is my friend.”

“How will you sedate her?” I asked for my own clarification.
“We both have the habit of talking a glass of milk each, before going to bed. I can use the tablets that a doctor had prescribed for my mother, to make her sleep at night without suffering pain. Two or three of those tablets are enough to knock a person out. I have tried it on my mother and I know it works. I will use the left-over tablets on Ponmalar,” Mani affirmed with confidence.

“What if your wife came out of her unconsciousness during the sexual act,” I asked Mani in doubt and realized only a moment later that my question carried with it a partial consent from me for his plan! Mani was quick to grasp it. He took hold of my hand and assured me very strongly that he would see to it that she remained unconscious all along. As a safety measure, he would stand nearby naked, watching me perform. If there is the slightest chance of his wife coming to consciousness, then I was to quickly withdraw, allowing him to replace me.
He then said: “You need not worry at all. I will see to it that she is completely sedated. She will not know who slept with her—whether I or you.”

Secretly in my heart, I had a touch of desire springing up! I then asked him when he intends to call back his wife. He said that if I promised him that I would whole heartedly cooperate in this project of his, he would not hesitate to go the very next day to Thanjavur and bring her back! But he said I must first promise him that I would not divulge this to anyone and also do as he tells me before and after the plan.

“But let’s have our sessions for some more days and then you could go and get her,” I suggested, partly playing for more time and partly wondering why he wanted me to promise him of something that he would ask me after the plan was carried out.
“No” said Mani, “I want you to save all your semen to inject it into my wife’s belly. So, do not waste it on me. I am more concerned now to make my wife pregnant rather than satisfy my sexual desires. Of course, I hope you will not waste it by masturbating either.”
“Don’t say that you do not know that the ‘balls’ (testicles) of a man keep producing semen constantly. When enough semen accumulates, it enhances the desire in a man to let it out. So, I will not be wasting any if I pumped some of it inside your ass,” I said, enjoying every word I spoke, ruminating on the love-play that was in the offing.

“If you are confident, then it is OK with me,” said Mani, probably delighting in the thought of my strong embrace, my vice like grip on his cock and my penetration into his ass-hole!
I thought secretly in my heart what a treat it would be to fuck such a luscious body as that of Ponmalar. Did I not secretly desire to look at her naked body ever since I set eyes on her? I was both delighted and afraid about the plan. My greatest fear was about Ponmalar waking up from her sedation in the middle of the act! What would she think of me?

No doubt, Mani had assured me of the powerfulness of the sedative tablets he had with him. Yet, it took many more sessions of discussion and assurance from Mani, before I finally promised him that I would do as he told me, before and after carrying out his plan. . Mani was happy. He said that his plan would not only take away the reproach on his wife and himself for being childless, but also bring in an heir to his father’s family. I then knew that Mani was positive that his wife would bear him a male child through this novel and cheap method of ‘artificial insemination’ conceived by him! The thought that it could be a girl did not occur to him. Even if it were to occur, Mani was positive that god would listen to his prayers and grant him a son!

I told Mani that he should not hurry me as I had to first arrange for the marriage of my only sister and see that she was well settled. As her only elder brother, I had this responsibility to perform this duty, especially in the absence of my father. He told me that I could take the help of the marriage broker whom his mother had approached for his own wedding. That, I thought, was a good suggestion. We parted once again as friends—not as a high cast man and a low cast man. It would never be so henceforth, between the two of us!

At our next meeting, I got the ‘jathagam’ (birth-star details) of my sister and gave it to Mani to be passed on to the broker, for him to look for a suitable bridegroom for my sister. I told him that I would prefer a boy from our village or near about. Mani said he would meet the broker and hand over the details and also put forward my preferences. He asked me to call on him often at his house and stay overnight with him. The next day Mani told me that the broker was out of station and we have to wait till he returned, in order to submit the ‘jathagam’. So my trips to Mani’s house were almost a daily affair. I was anxious that the broker should return, but in the mean time, Mani and I spent enjoyable time together in bed. He sucked my cock till such time I was near the point of ejaculation. Then he would stop and tell me to control myself. When I sucked his cock, he would let his juice squirt outside my mouth. Occasionally, unable to control myself, I cummed inside his ass-hole. On such occasions he would tell me: “Save all of it man. You need to impregnate my wife!” I enjoyed fucking my school-mate for I could do it without any fear! Though the thought of fucking his wife delighted me one moment, the next instant, I was overcome with fear and guilt. Hence, I looked forward to being only with Mani as many days as possible and prayed that the marriage broker may not come back soon from his trip out of town!

One day, my employer called me and asked me whether I would be willing to give my sister in marriage to a relative boy of his working in the same farm. I had seen that boy and had moved with him. His name was Manickam and he was a good boy. He was a good worker too and my employer trusted only him with the cash that had to be deposited in the bank. So I was happy to say ‘yes’ to the proposal. But I told him that I must also ask my mother and my sister, at least for formality’s sake. I did not go to see Mani that day. There will be no need hereafter to seek the help of the marriage broker. But I had to go and meet Mani to tell him the latest developments.

So, the next day evening I went to Mani’s house at about 8 o’clock. As I entered the front side of the house, I saw light in the kitchen window. I thought Mani was cooking something. The front door was closed. I knocked and when the door was opened, I was shocked to find Ponmalar standing behind the door! She too was surprised to see me at that hour and that too, knocking the front door! I tried to say something, but Mani appeared behind her and seeing that it was I, welcomed me. He then said that the backyard door was open and I could come in from there, as usual! Mani did not have the guts to say in front of his wife that he used to let me in through the front door when she was away! Neither was I prepared to let her know that I made daily trips at night to see her husband when she was not there. Though I wanted to ask Mani when his wife had returned, I restrained myself. As I turned round to go to the back door, Ponmalar spoke to Mani and in a way it was to me also:

“Let him come inside this way. After all he is your school mate is he not?”
Mani did not expect this, nor did I. Mani immediately responded and said:
“Yes, Yes. Of course. He is not only my school mate but also my childhood friend. In fact he used to come this way at times……….” There was a pause in his speech. In that short pause before he uttered the last part of the statement, my heart almost stopped as I thought Mani was about to give away the fact that I had come in through the front door, in recent times, when Ponmalar was not there!
“………at times, even when my father was alive,” finished Mani!

I signed in relief and told them that I could easily come through the back door as usual. But both Ponmalar and Mani insisted that I should come in through the front door and sit in the ‘mutram’.

So I went in and sat near one of the pillars, as I used to do when I came to visit Mani when he was alone. I did not fail to notice that Ponmalar was eyeing me all along and when I sat down turned her gaze to my dhoti, which I folded up before squatting. Her gaze stayed on my bare, hairy legs for a while. There was a half smile on her lips that made her face very beautiful. When she noticed me watching her face, she blushed and went into the kitchen. Mani went and sat on the swing. I then asked Mani loudly, whether the marriage broker had suggested any bridegroom for my sister. I was particular that his wife should hear me and know the reason for my visit at that hour. Both of us knew that Ponmalar was listening to our conversation from the kitchen. So Mani too said to me loudly:

“Did you come all the way just to ask me this? I can understand the anxiety of a dutiful brother. I do not know whether the broker has retuned from his trip out of town. I will find out tomorrow and send word to you. Don’t worry man, for your good heart, everything will work out well.”
“You need not bother,” I said in the same loud pitch. “I have already found a bridegroom for my sister. I came now just to inform you abut it.”
“Have you?” exclaimed Mani. “Who is the lucky guy?”

“My employer’s relative. My employer himself made the proposal,” I said. Then I got up and said that I must be going. Mani too got up from the swing, came near me and whispered into my ears that it would not be right for me to return to my village so late in the night and asked me whether I would mind remaining in the bathroom for a while, till his wife went to sleep. I immediately thought that Mani was planning for another session between the two of us, as usual. So, I agreed instantly. Mani went up to the courtyard door and speaking into the air in a loud voice, bid me a fake ‘good night’. He then banged the door shut and bolted it, to give the impression to his wife that I had left. He then went into the house and shut and bolted the back door. I sat in the dark inside the bathroom on a wooden stool, waiting for Mani’s wife to go to sleep, not knowing how late that would be!

After waiting for what appeared to be almost an eternity, Mani came and called to me softly from the partly opened back door. I got up and went inside, half expecting to find my mat spread on the floor. But neither the mat nor the cot on which Mani used to sleep was there. In my excitement after seeing Ponmalar who, jointly with her husband, invited me to enter through the front door, I had failed to notice the changes that were made in the hall. Mani told me that the cot had been shifted to the bedroom when his wife came back the previous day. She had come by herself to tell him that the two of them would have to go to visit a sage or a godly man in a temple in the nearby hill station, in order to obtain his blessings and a miracle-medicine that would bestow her with the power to conceive a child! Mani then took me into the bedroom. There I saw Ponmalar sleeping on the cot. She was fully dressed in her sari and blouse. Mani told me that he had heavily sedated her!

“She will not know anything,” he said by way of reassuring me. Then he came near me and pulled my dhoti away from my waist. I was wearing my briefs within and so, I was not totally naked. He removed my shirt too. Then he put his hand on my crotch and started kneading my cock as if it was a lump of dough! My cock began to grow bigger. As if that was what he was aiming at, he pulled off the knot of the string of my briefs and pushed it down my legs, exposing my cock completely. He then lifted my enlarging cock in his hand and bent down and kissed it saying that it was a beautiful thing! My cock then began to stiffen then. I thought Mani would then become naked and ask me to go into the hall to have sex with him. But that was not Mani’s plan!

. Mani went to his wife, lifted her gently and removed the upper part of her sari. As I watched he unhooked her blouse and removed it, exposing her big breasts that were now only covered by an inner white bra. He then unfastened the strap of the bra and removed it exposing her two large breasts with their rosy nipples staring at me! Mani placed his two hands on her two breasts and pumped them for a while and then bent down and kissed the nipple of each and sucked them alternately for a few seconds.
“I love these,” said Mani, holding the two breasts of his wife in both his hands, as if he was weighing two big watermelons! The sight was enough to make my cock expand to its full eight inches and it stood erect.

Mani then came near me and held my erect cock in his hand and whacked it once or twice. A drop of pre cum showed up at the tip of my cock. He bent down and kissed my cock just as he did to the breasts of his wife. The drop of pre cum stuck to his lips, which he smacked and went over to his wife again. He then started lifting up her sari from below and exposed her thighs and then her crotch. The rosy vagina between the spread out thighs and the tuft of black hair on her naval tempted me beyond my endurance. I looked at Mani and he motioned me towards her. As I climbed on to the cot, Mani started to remove his clothes and his tiny cock stood at right angles to his body. My cock was upright making a hundred-and-seventy-degrees angle to my tummy. I told Mani that I would not be able to perform if someone was watching me. So, he picked up his clothes and mine and moved out of the room and closed the door behind him. But I knew that he would be watching the show through a slight gap in the doorway!

I got on to the bed and placed one of my hands on her breasts. Then I placed the other hand on her vagina and parted it with my thumb and index finger. I immediately saw what the trouble was with Mani in sexually satisfying his partner. Ponmalar’s vagina was larger and was certainly not suitable for the puny cock of Mani to enter and produce an orgasm. My thick and long cock was perfectly suitable for the task. But of course, she would not be able to enjoy the gratification, as she was completely sedated and fast asleep. I positioned my cock against her vagina and inserted it. I thought there was a slight movement of her hips and I began to sweat profusely. But I steadied myself and went into her again. As I fucked her, I forgot everything. I did not notice Mani coming into the room and standing behind the cot to watch me fuck his wife!

Ponmalar was breathing but was deep in sleep. In no time I squirted my juice in copious amounts into her. At the culmination of my orgasm, I fell on her and held her close to my chest. I then took one of her plump breast inside my mouth and sucked it passionately for a while and then shifted to her other breast. I lay sucking her breasts for some time with my cock still within her vagina. It was slowly becoming deflated. When my cock became flaccid, I got up. My duty was over.

End of Chapter 4 – To be Continued