Date: Tue, 05 Jun 2007 17:07:53 -0400 (EDT)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 12 Delhi and Northern India

Around the World 12 Delhi and Northern India

Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without
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Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and
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It was January first, a new year, Novym Godom, when Malcolm drove the
little-used rental car to the airport in Moscow, Maria beside him and two
sleepy little boys bundled warmly in the back seat. They now had less
luggage, for they had gone to the UPS office and shipped their heaviest
Russian coats and many of their souvenirs back home to Harry.

"I'm glad the boys stayed awake last night to see in the new year,
Maria."

"Si, Senor Malcolm. The beautiful fireworks over the Kremlin were so
exciting to watch. Boys, did you make your New Years resolutions?"

"What's dat, Mama?"

"It's when you make a promise to try to do something good for the whole
year, to be better in some way. My resolution is to find ways to show my
gratitude to Senor Malcolm for bringing me on this wonderful trip."

"And my resolution is to love and protect you boys even more next year
than I did last year."

Juan spoke next. "I promise to let Malcolm fuck my ass every time he
wants to this year. At least once a day. Hehe."

"And I promise to sug Malgum TWICE a day."

"Wow, it certainly is going to be a happy new year!"

At 1:35, the Aeroflot plane left Sheremetyevo Airport in snow-covered
Moscow, flew over the Urals into a new continent, and six hours later
landed at Indira Gandhi Airport in warm Delhi.

"Are you gonna rent a car here?"

"No way! they drive on the wrong side of the street. We'll hire a driver
or take the train. Now aren't you going to ask me the other question,
Juan?"

"What question? Oh, you mean, hehe, yeah, what's the age of consent in
India?"

"18."

"Shit! That's old!"

Then Maria had a question, "Speaking of old, who knows what happens next
week?"

"I do," shouted Juan, though everyone else knew also. "It's my birthday.
I'm going to be twelve, Malcolm!"

"Well, old man," Malcolm smiled. "We're going to have to do something
special for you."

"We're in Delhi right? Is that anywhere near New Delhi."

"New Delhi is the capital of India. Actually, it's right inside Delhi,
Juan. Why?"

"'Cause Dr. Gupta's brother runs a restaurant in New Delhi, remember?
That's where I want to eat on my birthday."

"You're the boss."

When they checked into the Hyatt Regency Delhi, Malcolm explained that
they would be staying two nights, and then travel around but would be
back on January 8th for Juan's birthday.

.oOo.

Maria as usual was up early the next morning and admired the warm sun
shining outside, while she listened to the muffled sounds from the boys'
bedroom. Breakfast was served right in their room (as they discovered was
the practice throughout India).

Juan's blog
January 2 - Mubarak ho. (that's Hindi for Hi). Today we went to the Red
Fort. It was built by this Emperor Akbar. Then to Qutub Minar, which has
the tallest minarets in the world. What's a minaret? It's a tall tower
and a guy stands at the top and calls the people to prayer. Then to the
Lotus Temple. It really looked like a pretty flower. Then to lunch which
was great. Then to Delhi Haat, where you can buy food and crafts and
stuff like carved elephants, shoes made from camel skin, silk that they
weave on looms right there, saris, and jewelry. Malcolm kept making me
change the prices to dollars, but it was hard 'cause I was mixing up
rupees with rubles, so I was getting like something was $40 when really
it was only $20. But after Delhi Haat was the best part (well the most
fun at least) -- Appu Ghar, an amusement park. There's lots of different
religions in India like Hindu, Moslem, Sikh, Bahai, Buddhists, and a few
Christians. I don't know if there are any Jews. TTYL. ! It's time to go
to bed.

Juan

.oOo.

The next morning, everyone got up early. To save time, Malcolm, Juan and
Pepito showered together. Then they headed for the New Delhi Railway
Station, where they boarded a nice air conditioned coach headed for
Amritsar.

"This is the holiest place in the Sikh religion," Malcolm instructed his
pupils once they had checked into the Heritage Hotel.

"Singh is a Sikh."

"Who's Singh?"

"He's this kid in my class back home. He's a lot of fun. But he has to
wear this turban on his head with a ball of hair on top. We kid him about
it, but he don't mind."

eMail:
Hi, Singh, my friend, Mere dost.
It's me, Juan. Guess what? Yesterday I went to the Golden Temple. Sure
enough, it has a dome on top that's gold! And all the men and boys here
wear turbans just like yours with the ball on top. And the men all have
big beards. And I met a kid who was learning English, he was 14. And
guess what? His name was Singh also! And he invited me to join him and we
took a bath in the holy lake there. And we listened to these strange
songs. He called them Shabad Kirtan or something like that. And he told
me about all his gurus. And the place was real nice.

And today, guess what? We ate lunch where everyone can eat together
without even paying. There was like 1000s of people. Then Malcolm gave
them some money, but he didn't have to. Then we saw Jallianwala Bagh, and
I cried, 'cause that was where like 100 years ago all these Sikhs were
killed, even children. And I'm glad we live in America where you can
worship any way you want.
Juan

.oOo.

After two days swimming in the culture at Amritsar, the boys were really
tired. Malcolm lay on the bed, with one boy in each arm softly breathing
on his chest. He wondered how he could have found such favor with the
gods. He began praying to no one god in particular: "Thank you for my
darling Juan. Such a good boy. He doesn't have a hateful bone in his
body. Hehe, I'm sorry. I just thought how every day he has MY bone in his
body. I know I shouldn't have said that, but you got to admit it's funny,
god. And here's my precious little Pepito. So young. So innocent. So
anxious to make me happy. God, I swear I won't be able to stay out of his
ass much longer. Some time soon, if he says he wants it, I'm going to
deflower the lad. Amen"

.oOo.

The next day they were back on the Railway heading for Haridwar. They had
to get a connecting train in Delhi. The waiting room was hot, their lunch
wasn't. Throngs of people were swirling around them, hurrying here and
there. And Pepito who hadn't whined or fussed the entire trip complained
he didn't feel well. When they finally checked into a hotel in Haridwar,
they discovered the air conditioning was broken. There were ceiling fans
in the rooms however. Tired Pepito lay on the bed staring up at the fan.
Suddenly, Malcolm noticed he was catatonic. Seizure!

It lasted less than five minutes. As he came to, Maria turned his face to
the side so he wouldn't choke on his phlegm and kissed his forehead as
she had done after countless seizures through the years. Malcolm however
was guilt-ridden. All these months without an incident, he realized he
had become negligent. He should have seen the signs coming. Fortunately,
Pepito was lying on a bed in a hotel room. It could have as easily
happened in the middle of the railway station.

Pepito was crying and kept apologizing for his 'fit.' But Maria kept
assuring him he had done nothing wrong. Malcolm finally got a call
through to Dr. Gupta who had just gotten into his office to start a new
day. Dr. Gupta put him on hold, and when he came back on had some
reassuring news: "I went to medical school with a doctor there in
Haridwar. I just got off the phone with Dr. Chandra. He is on his way to
your hotel now." Amazing. It was late in the evening, and this Indian
doctor was making a house call for a patient he had never seen before. He
examined Pepito, took his vitals and checked for any other problems. He
concluded the seizure was brought about by several factors. He was overly
tired, and hot, and he had grown some since the last time Dr. Gupta
adjusted his medication. Then the motion of the ceiling fan was the
trigger. He prescribed a different dosage of Dylantin, and plenty of rest
for a while.

That night in bed, Malcolm began kicking himself for the awful thoughts
he had entertained about this delicate little doll.

.oOo.

The next morning, the air conditioning had thankfully been repaired. Dr.
Chandra stopped by with his son Krishna, 22 years old, a perfect specimen
of young Indian manhood. He had graduated college but was driving a van
to earn money until he could get a job.

"I think the crisis is past, Maria. Just give Pepito the new dosage, and
watch him carefully now. Let him get some rest today."

Krishna spoke up, "Maybe some yoga would help."

"Oh, so now you're the doctor, Son? Chup Raho. I sent you to college to
become a doctor like me, and you switched your major to dramatics."

"Father, Piwa, I don't want to be a doctor. I want to be an actor. Some
day when I'm a big Bollywood star, you will be proud of me."

"That's not the career I planned for my son. And how are you going to
support your wife?"

Maria asked, "You have a wife, Krishna?"

"Yes he does!"

"No, I don't! I have not even met Manisha."

"You will meet her at the wedding!"

"Please, Piwa, let's not go through this again. You see, Maria, when I
was Pepito's age, Father bought a wife for me. A little two-year old girl
in our village."

"She's from a wonderful family!"

"That's the way the old people do things here."

"Old! Old! You kids want to change everything. Aa, I give up. Forgive my
son, Maria, he has not learned to keep our arguments at home." Of course,
to Maria, it seemed like Father was doing the arguing.

Krishna mumbled, "I still think yoga would help."

Dr. Chandra had other patients waiting to see him, but Krishna said he
would stay to make sure Pepito got his rest. Actually, he had taken a
liking to Pepito and Juan, and wanted to stick around longer.

When Dr. Chandra left, Pepito asked Malcolm if Julius Caesar ever
"gon-gerd" India. "No, his armies went lots of places, but they didn't
come this far."

"Good. I think if he game here he woulda had a fit doo lige me."

Malcolm sat and read to the boys. Maria and Krishna decided to make some
tea. "I know how you feel, young man. In my country, the parents used to
arrange marriages also. My husband and I ran away to elope. Your father
may be unhappy about your not marrying Manisha, but in time he'll see it
was for the best."

"He'll be even more unhappy, when he learns I'm gay."

"You are? Oh. Malcolm is gay also."

"Really? Your husband is gay?"

"No, no, Malcolm is a wonderful friend. My husband was Pedro, God bless
his soul."

They brought the tea in. Juan asked Krishna, "What's Bollywood?"

"That's where we make movies here in India, like your Hollywood. I'm
going to be a movie star some day."

"I know a movie star. His name is Karel Jirka. He's my friend. Did you
ever hear of him?"

"Well, I know about someone with that name, but it probably isn't the
same as your young friend."

"He autographed his picture for me." Juan retrieved the photograph from
his suitcase and showed it to Krishna.

"Well, I'll be damned. Yep, that's the one. I didn't think a boy like you
knew about movies like that."

"Yeah, I even helped him make a movie," Juan bragged. "I wasn't in it,
but I still helped."

Pepito asked, "What's yoga?"

"Come on, I'll show you some simple positions, you too Juan. First let's
sit on the floor. Uhm, I should have worn my sweatpants. Maria, is it all
right if I take off my jeans?" Krishna doffed his constricting Levis and
turned around to see both boys sitting butt naked on the floor smiling at
him. "Oh, well, uhm, good. We're all set then." He taught them the Cobra
and Warrior positions. And also how to breath and move and relax. "Even
when you are out in the chaotic world, you can learn to have inner
peace." Pepito said it did make him feel better.

After a couple hours clearly a warm bond had developed between the boys
and Krishna, so Malcolm asked him if he was free the next few days. "I'd
like to hire you as our driver."

.oOo.

The next morning, the world seemed much brighter than it had. Even the
sound of the devotional hymns from the temples nearby seemed to lend a
serenity to the day. After breakfast, Krishna arrived. "Suprabhat! Good
morning, Pepito! Do you want to learn some more yoga?"

That morning, Krishna drove them to Har Ki Paudi, the most famous
pilgrimage site for Hindus in Haridwar. They joined pilgrims who had come
to the holy Ganga River to bathe. Then he showed them some other temples
in the city. For one, they had to cross over a rope bridge. Malcolm and
Maria kept watching Pepito, but he was seeming his old boyish self.

Krishna took them to one of his favorite restaurants for lunch and
ordered for them. Then he wanted to show them Shanti Kunj, a famous
ashram where people come from all over to learn yoga. Unlike his father,
Krishna was a great believer in natural healing. It was only one of many
things on which Father and Son did not see eye to eye.

When they went to the market, Krishna knew many of the vendors by name
and kept his friends from getting ripped off. (Maria bought a sari). He
kept teaching the boys Hindi words which they absorbed like sponges.
After dinner, Krishna bid his friends "Subaratri, good night."

.oOo.

"Suprabhat! Good morning!" Krishna's cheery greeting each morning seemed
to drive the darkness of night away. That and the tranquil yoga routine.
This day, he drove them through beautiful mountain scenery on the way to
Rishikesh. At the Lakshman Jhoola bridge, they saw the Holy Ganga
flowing, which they had bathed in the day before. At a nearby temple,
they took part in the Aarti ceremony and just sat and meditated for a
while. Malcolm was amazed to see these two active carefree terrors on
wheels actually sitting quietly. Krishna showed them the twelve story
Swarg Niwas Temple and explained all the different gods and goddesses.
They went to the Chotiwala Restaurant and ate a delicious vegetarian
lunch, Indian Thali. Then it was time to drive back to Delhi, where they
found all their luggage and their room waiting.

Dinner was indeed special, for they went to the restaurant owned Dr.
Gupta's brother, to celebrate Juan's twelfth birthday. That afternoon,
Krishna had taught Malcolm, Maria and Pepito the appropriate phrases.
"Janam Din Mubarak Ho (Happy Birthday)," said Maria proudly wearing her
new sari for her son's special day. Malcolm added, "Janam Din Bahut
Mubarak Ho (Very Happy Birthday), to which Pepito giggled, "Janam Din
Bahut Bahut Bahut Bahut Bahut Bahut Bahut Mubarak," repeating it until
they all broke down in laughter.

Krishna said, "Now, Juan, you are no longer Chotaa sa ladka (a little
boy)."

After big slices of birthday cake, they decided it was time to get back
to the hotel. "How far will it be to Agra tomorrow, Krishna?"

"Well, it's about 250 kilometers, so . . ."

"Three hours!" Juan spouted. "That's 155 miles and Krishna drives real
good. He doesn't speed." Malcolm shook his head. The twelve-year old's
mental arithmetic had certainly sharpened.

Malcolm offered to get Krishna a room at the hotel. "Dhanya-waadh, Thank
you, but I have a friend here in Delhi, whom I'd like to see again. I
knew Omarjeet in college. He is Mere dost (my friend) but perhaps,"
Krishna winked, "some day, he may be Mere humsafar (my partner). So, my
friends, Subaratri."

.oOo.

"Suprabhat! Good morning!" When Krishna arrived at their room, Juan and
Pepito were already on the floor doing their yoga, naked of course.
Beside Krishna stood a muscular man with a pencil mustache. "Boys, this
is my friend Omarjeet."

"Please call me Om. Everyone does."

"Mera naam Pepito hai."

"Mera naam Juan hai. Aapka kya naam hai?"

"Hehe, mera naam Om hai. You boys speak Hindi just like natives. Krishna
has taught you well."

Malcolm came out of the bathroom naked and sat with the boys. "Om, please
join us for yoga. Krishna has been teaching us new positions each day."
Indeed, Krishna was already taking off his clothes, so Om followed suit,
giving Malcolm a look at his well-toned pecs and six-pack abs. Juan was
more captivated by Om's cock, which hung long with a circumcised helmet
the size of a ping pong ball.

"After the twisting and bending was over, Om said, "Malcolm, I wonder if
I could hitch a ride with you guys today to Agra? I lived there when I
was a teenager and I'd love to see it again. In the summers I used to
guide tourists around the Taj Mahal."

"That would be wonderful, Om. How fortuitous that you have today off!"

"Well, unfortunately, I happen to have lots of days off right now. I was
working for a spa at another hotel here in Delhi, but I was laid off last
week. The boss said my performance had declined, but I think it was
because he found out I was gay."

"Even better, you can ride along with us this whole week."

.oOo.

The Taj Mahal was certainly spectacular in the midday sun. Om explained
how the emperor Shahjahan built it for his beloved wife Mumtaj. Pepito
said he saw one like it back in Brighton, but conceded the real thing was
better. Om led Maria and the boys about the gardens, and Krishna sat and
talked with Malcolm.

"Yesterday, as I was driving through the mountains of Rishikesh, I kept
noticing you and the boys in my mirror. Often I saw them with their pants
down just rubbing themselves. I know Maria on my left saw them too when
she turned around."

"Yes, she and I have always taught them to be comfortable with their
bodies and their feelings."

"Well, that's admirable. Uhm, at one point I also saw Juan
performing, uhm, auparashtika on you."

"Hehe, I assume that means fellatio. Yeah, he's been giving me blow jobs
for a couple years. Pepito just started while we've been on this trip.
All three of us get satisfaction from it. I couldn't enjoy it unless I
knew they enjoyed it as well. In fact, Juan probably wouldn't mind
blowing you if you asked him."

"I'm sorry, no. I'm not, well, I mean, . . ."

"You're not attracted to boys that young. I understand. Looking at Om, I
can see what attracts you in a lover."

"So, then you do regard these boys as lovers?"

"I love them more than you can imagine. And yes, Maria, approves, no more
than that, she supports our love."

"And do you, uhm, . . ."

"Do I do more than auparashtika? Not with Pepito. Yet. But yes, I have
anal sex with Juan. Look, if all this makes you uncomfortable, I
understand. And if you'd rather not drive us any more, I understand that
also."

"No, it's just new to me, that's all. I mean you don't fit my image of a
pedophile. I guess I'd always equated it with child molester. But I think
I can accept the way you interact with the boys. After all, I can't
expect my father to tolerate my chosen lifestyle, if I can't show
tolerance for yours."