Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2013 12:46:10 +0800 (SGT) From: kumar lingam Subject: My American Dick Chapter 11 NIFTY ARCHIVE ADULT FRIENDS / INTERRACIAL My American Dick By Kumaralingam Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. If you are offended by homosexuality and/or graphic descriptions of sex between adult men or it is illegal for you to read such material, please desist from reading. The Author holds the copyright to this story. The story may not be copied, distributed, in any way, shape or form without consent from the author. You may send your comments to: k_lingam_98@yahoo.com Dear Reader, please contribute to Nifty without their help and free service you would not be reading this story http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html . My American Dick Chapter 11 By Kumaralingam The mutton biryani dinner was not very elaborate but it was tasty and filling. Dick ordered beer with the meal and we had local wild strawberries and cream for dessert. Surprisingly, we seemed to be the only guests at the place. For the first time, I noticed the manager Raghu properly. He looked a few years older than me. He was dark (darker than me), about 5' 10" with a muscled body and a very handsome face. He was attentive asking if we liked the food and if we needed anything in the cottage. I spoke to him Tamil and asked if there were any other guests staying at the property. He replied that as the place was isolated in the forest, and at some distance from the town, not many Indians liked staying there. Elm's Rock had mostly an international clientele, that it was popular with nature lovers and wildlife photographers. There were no visitors at that time but the owner of the property, an Englishman, was on one of his periodic visits, but he had retired to his cottage for the night. Dick asked if there was internet at the place, we had not checked our mails in quite a few hours. Raghu showed him to a nice antique desk by a bay window in the library-cum-recreation room that had a PC and switched it on. He asked if we wanted tea of coffee but we declined. He then said we could ring the bell on the PC table if we needed him, otherwise he would come around 11 PM to close up for the night. We could retire to our cottage if we finished before then. We thanked him and bade good night. Dick settled to attend to his emails while I browsed the books in the shelves that lined two walls of the large room. I was surprised and excited to note that most of the books were leather bound volumes going back to the 1890s and early decades of the 20th century. They were mostly about botany and zoology of India. Many of the books had been labeled as belonging to one Rt. Hon'ble Percival Phillip Elmer Bascombe. Then I noticed the large painting hung over the fireplace. It was of a plump blond white man in hunting gear. Behind the sahib stood his native gun bearer holding a muzzle-loading elephant gun. Interestingly, the dark bearded native was a larger man than the white colonial gentleman and was pointing to something at a distance. There was something familiar about the landscape depicted in the paining and then it dawned upon me that the spot was the glade with the brook running on one side of it just outside the cottage. As Dick was busy attending to his accumulated of emails, I quietly opened one of several large bay windows and stepped out into the garden. The sky had cleared and there was enough moonlight for me to navigate my way around. The garden was well maintained as an English country garden and was laid out in terraces over two or three levels as happens on hilly terrains. As I turned a corner, I could see some light coming out of an open window from a cottage behind two giant trees. I walked towards it and saw that the source of light was a room at a lower level than I was at. Otherwise, the cottage was dark. I walked along the edge of the garden path stood behind the trees some ten feet from the open window. I thought it must be Raghu's room and stealthily peeped in. It was not Raghu's room but that of the Englishman Raghu about whom had mentioned. He was sitting almost naked at a desk by the large bay window looking at something intently on his Apple computer. He must have been watching a porn movie as he had his ear-phones on and his eyes were glued on the flickering screen. His right hand was on his lap, inside his red bikini underwear. He was quite fat with a fair amount of belly, completely smooth with breasts. His nipples were small compared to the size of his boobs. His round face was nondescript with red chubby cheeks and large fleshy lips. He looked to be about 40 years of age; his reddish brown hair was thinning. His penis must be very small, as I could not see any of it; his belly and fat thighs covered it. I was just about to pass on when the door of his room opened silently. I saw Raghu enter and close the door behind him. The Englishman's film must have been very engaging because he did not hear Raghu come in behind him. Raghu stepped up with a broad grin on his face and put his dark hands on the Englishman's shoulder. The white man looked up and smiled; bringing his own hands on Raghu's and dragged them to his bosom. They remained like that for a few minutes -- Raghu fondling the big soft white boobs with his dark hairy Dravidian hands. He was pinching the man's small pink nipples and then bent down to kiss his neck. The older man pulled off his earplugs and swiveled his chair slightly giving me a better view of their bodies. Raghu stood in front with his cock bulging from under his khaki trousers. He looked at the older man and then unzipped his fly and brought out a fat uncut black cock and lewdly offered it to the man to suck. Within seconds the Englishman had kissed and sucked Raghu's cock to a full 8 inches. The Englishman pulled down Raghu's pants, displaying for me his hairy muscular ass. They could be seen discussing something in low tones. And then I heard Raghu say audibly, "I'm telling you I will fuck you nicely in the morning, just suck me off now... those guests have still not gone to their cottage ..." With that he pushed his black King Cobra into the Englishman's mouth, held his head between his hands and began to face fuck him. The Englishman was an expert cocksucker and deep throated Raghu's hard 8 incher with practiced ease and comfort. He pulled Raghu's hands from his head back to his tits and held Raghu's hairy black balls in one hand. He must have vacuumed Raghu's cock for less than 10 minutes when Raghu cried out softly and unloaded his nuts. The Englishman did not even let one drop escape from his lips. Raghu shuddered and then dropped to his knees and sucked on one fat big pink English boob while he put his hand between the fat thighs of his lover and masturbated him like he was masturbating a women's clitoris. The Englishman came almost immediately whimpering and drenching Raghu's hand. Raghu got up and wiped his hands on the man's boobs and put in his own cock into his pants and zipped up. I wandered off, took a round of the whole garden and came back to where I had left Dick. He was shutting the PC off and Raghu stood at the door when I entered. "Ah, did you have nice walk, Sir" he said smiling. "Yes, thank you. Your garden is a lovely sight by moonlight, Raghu," I said, looking him in the eye. "Thank you, Sir, but it is best to be prudent after dark. This is a forest sanctuary after all; one never knows what lurks in these hills." "Wonder if there are any man eaters left around here," I remarked, cryptically. "I know of at least one Sir, there might be more ... who knows," he said, looking me straight in the eyes.