Aku dan Gusti

BAHASA MELAYU

Faris, satu perkataan yang membawa pelbagai maksud seperti 'yang alim', 'si penunggang kuda' dan 'pahlawan' adalah nama rasmi yang telah diberikan oleh kedua-dua orang tua aku. Aku dilahirkan dan dibesarkan dari keluarga kecil dan agak senang yang sudah lama menetap berkurun lamanya sejak nenek moyang aku dahulu di tanah Negeri Di Bawah Bayu yang terletak di utara pulau Borneo itu. Tinggi aku hanya sedang-sedang sahaja sama seperti ketinggian biasa dalam kalangan mereka yang mendiami di Asia Tenggara ini dan berkulit hitam manis, mungkin kerana sewaktu kecil dahulu aku kerap bermain-main di bawah panas terik bersama kawan-kawan sepermainanku.

Waktu diri ini masih baya budak-budak, aku seorang yang agak nakal dan aktif sentiasa seperti kebanyakkan anak-anak yang lain. Malah, sering kali juga dimarahi oleh ibu bapa aku kerana melakukan sesuatu yang ditegah oleh mereka. Namun bagai mencurah air ke daun keladi, kedegilan aku pada waktu itu masih tidak dapat dibendung. Namun semuanya sudah berubah saat diri aku mula melangkah ke alam remaja. Perubahan ini aku tidak suka pada mulanya namun semakin lama aku semakin seronok pula menempuhinya. Malah, aku juga mulai suka dan berminat untuk melihat orang-orang lelaki remaja dan dewasa yang hanya separuh bogel sahaja. Teringat aku sewaktu masih belajar di peringkat menengah rendah, pada waktu lewat petang itu aku lepak dengan kawan-kawan di luar rumah lama keluarga setelah pulang dari sekolah kerana ada kegiatan kokurikulum. Sedang sibuk berborak, ada seorang anak bujang yang hanya berseluar pendek keluar dari pintu rumahnya lalu duduk di beranda sambil menghirup rokoknya. Dia adalah anak jiran aku yang sudah bekerja walaupun umurnya masih muda. Mata aku terpesona dan tidak berhenti melihat tubuh badannya yang sedang-sedang kurus, malah terlihat jelas ketulan-ketulan 'sixpack' di perutnya. Dadanya juga agak bidang dan otot dilengannya sado dan berurat seperti anak-anak gim. Mungkin kerana pekerjaannya yang berat membuatkan bentuk badannya lebih kelelakian itu. Beberapa kali juga aku menoleh ke arahnya untuk tidak melepaskan peluang keemasan itu, sehinggakan bawahan aku yang baru matang mulai berdenyut dan semakin tegang. "Bukan main lagi kau ya, tengok-tengok abang sebelah tu. Minatlah tu, hahaha", gurau si Danny yang merupakan rakan sekelas aku. "Ish kau ni, merepek betul", balasku. Dengan tiba-tiba, dia memegang celah kangkang aku yang masih berseluar sukan sekolah membuatkan aku sedikit senak lalu terus menepis tangannya dengan pantas. "Fuh, dah tegang betul 'adik' kau tu. Betul ke, tak minat? Hahaha", gelaknya yang sempat merasa batang aku yang sudah berdiri. "Aduh, sakitlah. Senak sudah aku", balasku yang menerkup celah kangkang aku. Nasiblah seluar itu agak tebal sehingga tidak terlihat terbonjol di situ. Sejak dari itu, aku sering mengintai anak jiran itu selepas balik sekolah, kadang-kala sengaja lepak di beranda rumah aku sewaktu cuti semata-mata ingin mencuci mata sahaja.

Setiap malam cuti hujung minggu, aku akan selalu duduk di ruang tamu menunggu rancangan televisyen kesukaan aku iaitu World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE). Sebelum ini, aku tidak pernah dapat menontonnya dek kerana waktu tayangan hanya pada hari bekerja dan bermula pada jam 10 malam, memang tidak dapatlah aku nak menyaksikannya kerana sudah malam dan esoknya aku perlu ke sekolah. Namun, sejak tayangan rancangan itu sudah ditukar ke hari Sabtu, aku memang tak pernah lepaskan peluang menontonnya. Pada mulanya, aku berminat menonton itu kerana seronok melihat ahli-ahli gusti yang kebanyakkan hanya berseluar sahaja sewaktu perlawanan. Melihat badan mereka yang sasa dan dipenuhi peluh sewaktu berlawan menaikkan nafsu syahwat aku sehingga kadang-kala aku terpaksa menutup celah kangkang aku supaya tidak dilihat oleh orang lain ketika menonton program itu. Namun, lama- kelamaan aku tertarik pula dengan setiap gaya pukulan dan hentakan yang diterima dari pihak lawan, terutama sekali apabila sasarannya adalah di celah kangkang mereka. Melihat mereka terseksa dan menjerit kesakitan tatkala diterajang pihak lawan, apatah lagi celah kangkang mereka yang dijadikan mangsa sepakan dari pihak lawannya membuatkan aku lebih teruja, malah lebih daripada hanya melihat mereka separuh bogel sahaja. Bermula saat itulah, minatnya aku terhadap acara gusti pun lahir dan tersemat di dalam hati aku sehingga ke hari ini.

Minatnya aku pada gusti sangat kuat dan mendalam sehinggakan setiap hari aku hanya memikirkan tentang hal itu. Apabila sedang bosan di kelas, aku akan menconteng mana-mana ruangan kosong di dalam buku teks gambar seakan dua watak dalam perlawanan gusti. Kadang-kala aku sendiri membayangkan diri aku sedang bergusti sewaktu mandi. Namun, waktu yang paling aku suka adalah sebelum tidur, aku menutupkan mata lalu membayangkan situasi perlawanan di gelanggang. Aku membayangkan yang aku masuk ke gelanggang dengan bergaya setelah diseru oleh tuan pengacara arena itu. Sampai sahaja di atas gelanggang, nama gelaran pihak lawan pula diseru. Muncul satu susuk tubuh yang berbadan agak sado dengan berpakaian seluar jeans pendek, kelihatan otot-otot 'sixpack' yang terpahat di perut dan dadanya yang agak bidang, dari pintu sebelah sana. Dia berjalan dengan lagaknya malah juga sesekali cuba mempersendakan diri aku di dalam itu. Tibanya di gelanggang, kelihatan jelas bahawa si Danny lah lawanku. Ya, sengaja aku membayangkan dirinya kerana dialah satu-satunya kawan rapat aku, malah bentuk tubuh badannya itu sudah lama aku puja dan aku sangat teringin untuk berlaga-laga dengannya. Masing-masing yang menunggu di sudut gelanggang mula mara ke hadapan setelah pengadil memulakan perlawanan tersebut. Dia mula mengacah-acah untuk menyerang aku sebelum dia menerjah kaki aku sewaktu aku masih leka sehingga jatuh terlentang di lantai. Belum sempat aku bangkit, dia mengunci kedua-dua kaki aku dan leher aku sehingga aku tidak dapat bergerak. Malah, dia juga semakin kuat mengekang badan aku sehingga diriku mulai terasa sangat tegang dan sakit membuatkan aku hampir-hampir pitam. Lalu, aku menumbuk muka dan menyiku bahagian rusuknya berkali-kali sehingga genggaman tangannya mulai longgar dan terus aku melepaskan diri darinya. Sewaktu dia sedang ingin berdiri, aku terus genggam tangannya lalu aku tarik sehingga badannya terhentak di sudut gelanggang itu dan aku terus menumbuk perut dan dadanya bertubi-tubi sehingga dia terkulai lemah di situ. Sebelum dia terduduk, aku menggenggam celah kangkangnya sehingga dia mengeliat kesenakan lalu aku menggalas badannya di bahu kaman sebelum aku melambung dan menghentaknya ke tengah gelanggang. Melihat dia terbaring di situ, aku pun naik tali ke atas tiang sudut untuk menghempapnya namun tindakan aku lambat kerana dia dengan pantas bangkit dan menempis kaki aku di tali itu sehingga aku terjatuh ke tali itu, yang mana mengenai telur aku. Sakitnya kesenakan kerana itu membuatkan aku terguling-guling di gelanggang sambil tangan aku memegang telur yang pedih itu. Belum sempat aku mendapatkan kekuatan untuk bangkit, dia memegang kedua-dua kaki aku secara mengangkang lalu batang dan telur aku diinjak-injak tanpa henti olehnya. Beberapa kali juga dia memijak celah itu dengan kuat kuat sehingga aku tidak terdaya untuk mengalihkan kakinya itu. Setelah puas melihat aku kesenakan, dia terus mencengkam telur aku dan meramasnya dengan kuat sehingga muka aku merah padam. "Matilah kau kali ini, Faris. Hahaha", ugutnya menakutkan aku lalu tersedar diriku dari mimpi ngeri itu. Badan aku agak berpeluh dan tangan aku sudah berada di celah kangkang seperti cuba melindunginya. Maka, barulah aku sedar yang aku tertidur sehingga terbawa ke mimpi sewaktu membayangkan perlawanan itu. Tangan aku juga terasa melekit lalu aku membuka selimut dan mendapati kawasan itu basah, aku jangka yang diri aku sudah bermimpi basah pada waktu itu. Dengan mengantuj dan letih, aku gagahkan diri ke bilik air untuk mandi wajib dan menukar pakaian yang baru. Walaupun penat dan terpaksa mandi semula dikala waktu awal pagi yang sejuk itu, namun aku berasa puas kerana dibuai mimpi tentang impian yang aku mahukan selama ini.

M.N.A_97

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ENGLISH

Faris, a word that carries various meanings such as 'the pious', 'the rider' and 'hero' is the official name given by both my parents. I was born and raised from a small and relatively happy family that has been living for centuries since my ancestors used to be in the land of Sabah which is located in the north of the island of Borneo. My height is only average, the same as the normal height among those who live in Southeast Asia and have brown skin, maybe because when I was a child I often played under the scorching heat with my friends.

When I was still a kid, I was a bit naughty and always active like most other kids. In fact, I was often scolded by my parents for doing something that was forbidden by them. But my stubbornness at that time still could not be contained. But everything changed when I started to step into the teenage world. I didn't like this change at first, but the longer I went, the more I enjoyed it. In fact, I also started to like and be interested in seeing teenage and adult men who are only half naked. I remember when I was still studying in junior high school, in the late afternoon I was hanging out with my friends outside my family's old house after coming home from school because there was an extracurricular activity. While busy chatting, there was a teenage boy who was only wearing shorts came out of the door of his house and sat on the porch while smoking a cigarette. He is my neighbor's son who is already working despite his young age. My eyes were mesmerized and did not stop looking at his moderately thin body, I could even clearly see the 'six pack' lumps on his stomach. His chest is also quite flat and the muscles in his arms are smooth and veined like gym kids. Maybe because his heavy work makes his body shape more masculine. Several times I also turned towards him not to miss this golden opportunity, so much so that my newly matured cock began to pulse and become more and more tense. "Wow, you never stop looking at that brother next door. Do you like him, hahaha", Danny joked, who is my classmate. "Eh, no okay" I replied. Suddenly, he grabbed my crotch, which was still wearing school sports pants, which made me gasp a little and quickly pushed his hand away. "Fuh, your 'little brother' is really tense. Really, not interested? Hahaha", he laughed as he felt my erect cock. "Ouch, it hurts. I've had enough", I replied covering my crotch. Fortunately, the pants are quite thick so it doesn't look bulging there. Since then, I often stalk the neighbor's son right after returning from school, sometimes deliberately hanging out on the veranda of my house during holidays just to fulfill my lust.

Every weekend night, I would always sit in the living room waiting for my favorite television show, World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE). Before, I was never able to watch it because the show time was only on weekdays and started at 10pm, I really couldn't watch it because it was late and I had to go to school the next day. However, since the broadcast of the show has been changed to Saturday, I have never missed an opportunity to watch it. At first, I was interested in watching it because it was fun to see wrestlers who mostly only wore pants during the match. Seeing their exhausted and sweaty bodies during the fight raised my libido so much that sometimes I had to cover my crotch so that others wouldn't see it while watching the program. However, over time, I became interested in every style of punch and blow received from the opponent, especially when the target was in their crotch. Seeing them in agony and screaming in pain when they were hit by the opponent, not to mention the gap in their crotch that was the victim of a kick from the opponent made me more excited, even more than just seeing them half naked. From that moment, my interest in wrestling was raised and stuck in my heart until today.

My interest in wrestling is so strong and deep that every day I only think about it. When I was bored in class, I would scribble any blank space in the textbook as if two characters were in a wrestling match. Sometimes I imagine myself wrestling while taking a shower. However, the time I like the most is before bed, I close my eyes and imagine the match situation on the court. I imagined that I entered the ring in style after being called out by the arena's host. Once on the court, the name of the opponent's title is called out. There appeared a figure with a rather slender body dressed in short jeans, showing the 'sixpack' muscles sculpted on his stomach and rather flat chest, from the door on the other side. He walks with his demeanor and sometimes even tries to make fun of me in it. Arriving at the ring, it was clear that Danny was my opponent. Yes, I deliberately imagined him because he is my only close friend, even his body shape I have long admired and I really want to compete with him. Each of those waiting in the corner of the ring began to advance after the referee started the match. He started to scramble to attack me before he kicked me in the leg as I was still complacent and fell flat on the floor. Before I could get up, he locked both my legs and my neck so I couldn't move. In fact, he also tightened his grip on my body until I began to feel very tense and painful, making me almost pass out. Then, I punched him in the face and elbowed him in the ribs many times until his grip started to loosen and I continued to break away from him. When he was about to stand up, I continued to hold his hand and pulled him until his body hit the corner of the ring and I continued to punch his stomach and chest repeatedly until he fell weakly there. Before he sat down, I grabbed his crotch until he looked pain then I supported his body on right shoulder before I soared and kicked him into the middle of the ring. Seeing him lying there, I climbed the rope on the corner post to hit him but my action was slow because he quickly got up and crushed my leg on the rope until I fell onto the rope, which hit my balls. The pain was pleasurable because it made me roll around on the court with my hand holding the painful balls. Before I could get the strength to get up, he held both of my legs astride me and my cock and balls were trampled non-stop by him. Several times he stepped on the gap so hard that I was unable to move his foot. After seeing me in hurt, he continued to grab my balls and squeeze them so hard that my face turned red. "You'll die this time, Faris. Hahaha", he threatened to scare me and I woke up from the nightmare. My body was a bit sweaty and my hands were already in the crotch as if trying to protect it. Then, I realized that I fell asleep and was carried away to a dream while imagining the match. My hands also felt sticky so I opened the blanket and found the area wet, I guess I had wet dream at that time. Sleepy and tired, I bravely went to the bathroom to take a shower and change into new clothes. Even though I was tired and had to take a shower again in the cold early morning, I felt satisfied because I was lulled into a dream that I wanted all this time.

M.N.A_97