While walking to his hostel, I saw him walk towards me. He was a thin guy, around 5’9″, maybe 5’10”, and looked as cute as his photos. However..., one thing that wasn’t in his photos was his smile — oh when he smiled his entire face lit up and he looked absolutely cute. We hugged and he took me to his hostel room where his roommate was sitting. Madhav told his roommate that I’m his distant cousin from abroad (I can fake a good accent) and that I was passing through Delhi so I decided to stop by. I again got mad and masturbated thinking about her for about 3-4 times.The next day, I again went for a walk and that day she was walking alone in the street. So I crossed her and she threw a paper slip on the road and have me a smile. I quickly picked that slip and kept in my pocket so noone could see me.I went to my home and I opened that slip.There was her number written with a lusty emotion. I was so happy at that moment that I got crazyyyy.I quickly saved her number and messaged her on. I loved waking up these days... Today I got out of the house nice and early because I had pony detail. Every man knows early in the morning the wonders of that boner that simply won’t die...I ran my hand along the rough wooden post. It was cemented into the ground, sturdy as my cock was. My fingers danced up the chain from the eye hook in the timber and onto her polished black leather collar.She was on her feet, but still doubled over due to the post's height. Usually they slept sitting against. I was eighteen, tall and gawky, in my senior year of high school. If he hadn’t been my brother… The more I thought about it, the more turned on I got. I was a virgin at the time; I hadn’t dated much, and the only boy I had ever dated had broken my heart the last summer. I knew that my body had changed a lot in the last few years, and I was insecure about it. I wanted to be sexy. I wondered what Jitu did with my panties. I wondered if he masturbated with them. I kind of liked the idea, though I.