Date: Tue, 11 Dec 2012 02:41:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Alex Raj <whitecumonmyface@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kerala Boy learns well. chapter 1

The following tells a story of consenting sexual activity between cross
generational males. If such story offends you, please do not continue. The
author in no way encourages such relationship nor the practice of unsafe
sexual activity.

I hope you enjoy the story and email me if you would like to give
suggestions/comments/feedback etc. I do apologize in advance for my
language errors, as English isn't my first language.

(Mb/WS/Cum eating)

My first sexual encounter occurred in the 70s when I was ten. My only
knowledge of sex back then was that my penis gets stiff in the mornings or
in a certain breeze and that it feels good if I rub on it a little.

Growing up in a strict catholic family from the southern state of Kerala in
India, me and my younger sister often been complimented on our well
mannerism. We were our parent's jewels. Our hair were always combed neat,
face sparkled in talcum, the shirt is always tucked in the shorts, socks
all the way up the shin, shoes were always polished, and we were always
smiling with `Please' and `Thank you.' Unfortunately, like all modern
Indian families, our parents got divorced somewhere after my sister was
born. But their friendship endured and every once a year, during the school
holidays, mother would drive the Ambassador all the way to Madras to spend
a week of family time with father who has got a job there.

Father runs a small furniture factory in Madras, and he had brought grandpa
and aunty Clara with him to run the business. Aunty runs the accounts,
grandpa oversees the labour work and father does most of the selling. When
we arrived the family decided to celebrate by bringing us to watch a film
called Star Wars that was playing at the local theatre. It was a midnight
show and the usual cinema crowd did not turn up in numbers as they do in
locally produced films.

Halfway through the show we were bored and asked mother if we could go out
and play. Mother agreed so long as we stayed within the compound. Me and
Kuty played a couple of rounds of exciting hide and seek that on the
seventh round, I decided to be a little more adventurous. I went up the
stairs to the staff section. One of the rooms had its door ajar, so I went
in to hide there. But it wasn't about hide and seek anymore. It was the
projector room; the negatives were rolling and the image produced by the
light projected into the film. It was fascinating to be in that room
staring down into where my family were seated.

Suddenly, there was a noise behind me, someone asked in Tamil, "What are
you doing in here?" I turned around, at the door was a dark man in his
forties. He had greyish hair with a black moustache, his eyes were slightly
red, his teeth slightly yellow, he wore a white singlet which failed to
hide his chest hair and his beerbelly, and a brown lungi that probably
never had felt a detergent in its long life. The lungi was folded up in
half and knotted to his waist, revealing the lower end of his blue boxers.

I said my sorry in my broken tamil, and explained that it was just a silly
hide and seek game and that I would be out of his way, while trying to make
for the door behind him. Before I could, he grabbed my hand and gave me a
grin.

"Its okay boy, if you want to hide here with me for a few minutes. I do not
mind. What is your name?" he asked as I settled in one of the stools. He
fastened the latch on the door and continued, "Your sister cant find us
here."

"Erm, my name is Francis, I am from Kerala," I said, he looked slightly
annoyed.

"I am Babu, would you like some Chai?" he offered. I took a sip of the tea
out of politeness but it was too stale and milky for my liking. We then sat
through a couple of minutes of awkward silence as he continued to grin and
stare at me.

Would you like to see a movie? I though he meant the Star Wars that was
being projected, as I went to the hole and peeped through it safely knowing
that mother and father would hear me if I called out to them. Should I
call? I decided not to. He held my shoulder and said, not this film silly,
the other hole.

I did not realize it, but on the other wall was another projection
presumably for another film. He brought me by the shoulder and I peeped
through to see the film. The screen had something local on but something
unlike other films I have seen. On screen was a fair and plump lady in her
thirties in a green saree. Her saree has untangled to her waist exposing
her huge papayas as she continued to kiss the moustache of the shirtless
younger skinny male actor. They both seem to be moaning quietly with the
sound of a veenai as its background theme. Beneath me was an audience that
were sweating and each of them had their eyes wide open. At the front row
sat two street boys of 15. They had their head tilted up and a hand
stroking their crothes through the jeans. A couple of rows behind them were
a group of younger college boys doing the same. Three older men in lungis
were present each seating separately and all three had their kunji out and
was pulling on them. Another man sat at the corner farthest from the screen
and is kissing and squeezing the breast of a woman who is definitely not
his wife given the fact that he is well dressed, and the lady could pass
for a road site sweeper.

I looked up the screen again and the actress had the actors kunji in her
mouth. I continued to stare and drool at the erotica ahead of me. And then
Babu had his hand wander from my shoulder to my nipples. He squeezed and
played with both of them with his fingers. His hand went lower onto my
stomach and pulled the shirt that was tucked inside the shorts off. My
attention was no longer on the film as I continued to stare at the naked
lady. His hand went beneath my shirt and up to my nipples again. He managed
to pull the shirt out of me, now both his hands were feeling me. He hugged
me from behind, as I felt his throbbing kunji pressed on my lower back. He
kneeled and kissed the top of my head followed by both my shoulders. I can
feel his excitement go lower to my butt. His hand touched and played with
my hard kunji, I let him. He unbuckled the shorts and it fell to my
ankle. He had his face buried in my butt, smelling it with deep breaths
before pulling down on my cotton briefs. I felt my kunji escape the
discomfort of the tight briefs. He tried to pull both my shorts and briefs
off my black shoe. I made no resist in assisting him to get me naked with
nothing but a gold chain mother gave me, and my white sock and black shoes.

He finally turned me around and my gaze finally left the lady in the green
saree to the man in his white singlet and blue boxers. His lungi was
already lying on the floor next to him. Still on his knees, he stared at my
stiff kunji pointing upwards. My balls shrank in its sac leaving heavy
rugae. He complimented me for my `motte kunji' or `bald penis' before
fetching me by the hand to a mattress on the floor near the corner of the
room. I stood at the edge of the mattress as he let go of my hand and went
to light an incense and some camphor tablets at the Hindu god altar set up
next to the mattress. He then switched the yellow lamp off. As he did so, I
noticed the huge tent in his boxers.

He saw me looking and smiled. "I have a huge kunji for you." While saying
so, he got off his boxers and took of his singlet and lay on the
mattress. I could see his nakedness through the camphor light that was
burning. His skin was black, darker in his underarms and groin. His nipples
were hard and black, he is covered with fur chest down, his belly
protruding and above it lay a thick and hard kunji with colourless
`saliva-like' material drooling from the part of the purple head not
covered in thick skin. It was pointing hard. His balls were hanging below,
one visible, the other sank beneath his huge thighs. At the excitement of
his nakedness, my kunji throbbed a few times more and he noticed and
grinned. He motion for me to come to him, I obliged.

I layed on my knees on the single mattress unsure of what to do or where to
go before he brought me with his huge arms onto him. He looked me deep in
the eye and kissed me. I had my eyes closed and my lips shut as he kissed
me tightly. He used his thumb to retract my jaw and his tongue gained
entrance in my mouth. His tongue felt every inch of the chamber. His one
hand on the back of my head, the other squeezing my tiny buns. His sharp
facial hair stabbed my smooth cheeks.

With his hand on my head he guided me to his nipples. I kissed them and
played with it with my tongue just as the actor did to the actresses
papayas. His hand guided me lower. I reached his fur coated belly, and
instinctively pressed my wet tongue down the depression. He continued to
moan softly and I enjoyed the sense that he was in pleasure because of
me. I wanted to give him more. I reached his hard member. I was only
educated on the subject 5 minutes ago. But my teachers have always told
mother that I am a fast learner.

I grabbed the shaft with my tiny hands. I kissed the purple head as the
skin rolled over. The saliva like wetness was smeared on my lips. I opened
a little, allowing it to sip though my tongue. Sweet. I opened my mouth
further and bravely put the whole head in my mouth. He moaned. I played
with the head with my tongue. More of his nectar ran down my throat. He
told me to suck on it. I did so. He guided my head up and down. With each
stroke, his kunji opened my glottis further.

He was continuously moaning, His hands no longer guiding me, they were
above his head. His eyes still closed. I continued the rythm. Continuous
suction, moving the shaft in and out. In till his pubes rested on my nose,
and out till the head came back onto the base of my tongue. Swallowing his
sweet nectar at the same time. His moaning became louder when he pulled me
off. He asked me to do the same to his balls. I did. I sucked on one by
one. Right - Left - then right again, I took the hair coated cool balls
into my mouth and sucked on it. He pulled his thighs apart wider. This
time, without saying anything, he presented the sweaty skin beneath the
balls to me and I continued to lick and suck the sweat of the area. The
room had no ventilation as were both sweating. The musky sweat smell from
the area turned me on more. Then he pulled his knees to his shoulder and
spread them wide. Presented to me was his dark area spread open, the hole
lay open, occasionally contracting. I hesitated at first but my kunji
continued to throb. I went closer, inhaling the smell of sweat, his kunji
nectar, the smell of his deep hole and the faint camphor. I was excited. I
pulled out my tongue, and stabbed it directly into the hole. He moaned
louded then ever before. He cried to me, asking me to clean him well. My
penis continued to throb as my tongue reached his deepest and I lick the
side walls clean. Whatever dirt there was went in the same route the sambar
for dinner went.

He could not take it. His moans were louder, almost purring like a cat and
that fuelled me to continue vigorously. Suddenly he got up. His hole sank
back into its depths leaving my tongue. My tongue ran up his balls and his
kunji, as I managed to lick up a huge amount of nectar from his purple
head.

He switched positions. He layed me down on the mattress that smelled like
his collective man sweat for the past thirty years. He spread my thighs and
bent my knees to my shoulder. I thought he was going to do to me what I did
to him. But he fetched a bottle of coconut hair old from his shelf next to
the mattress. I did not know what he was going to do. He sprayed some of it
on my kunji, balls till my hole. He stuck a finger deep inside me spreading
the oil. He poured more on his kunji.

And then with that position, I remembered a long lost vision when I was
much younger, of father entering mother in the same position. I was so
young i forgot about it. He is going to pleasure me like how father
pleasured mother. I felt his kunji at the entrance of my hole. With one go,
he got it all in till his balls touched my bun cheek. Thanks to the oil, I
was not in alot of pain but a huge discomfort virgins get when their cavity
is filled for the first time, He hugged me close. His lips near mine. His
eyes closed. Slowly he moved up and down. I felt tightly wrapped in me,
exploring my hole. Each time he went in, his lips touched mine. I hugged
him closer. Both of us were sweating, he was moaning. Each time he went in,
I went Uhhh. With the vigorous movement, an old bra from the table above,
fell on me. I thought that I was another one of the many people who came
here to give him pleasure. It made my kinji throb.

He continued and continued till his rhythm increased in pace. His balls
slapped my bun cheek harder. His moan became more louder. Then he got
out. Within two seconds, his thighs got up like huge pillars on both sides
of my face, his groin was already rubbing in my face, he was screaming. I
knew I had to put it in my mouth. With one hand I grabbed his butt and
pulled him closer, with the other, I took the shaft with my hand and pushed
the purple head deep in me. I felt the base of the kunji rhythmically
tighten and relax and I felt my throat getting filled with large amount of
goo. I looked at him, he was grinning in pleasure looking straight at me. I
continued to suck and swallowed all the salty nectar mixed with coconut
oil. I thought he pissed his nectar a little. But I swallowed anyway. I
felt the kunji soften in my mouth as he removed it.

He smiled. He switched on the lamp. Wiped himself with a dirty hand
towel. He wiped his crotch balls and hole. Then he used the other side of
the towel to wipe his underarms. He threw the towel to me. I wiped my face
and the remaining coconut oil followed by the rest of me. He already had
his singlet and his boxer back on.

I coughed a little and told him that I could still feel his nectar stuck to
my throat. He came close and whispered to me. "Moothram kuddikenem"/"You
have to drink my piss." I was confused. Maybe it was the only way to flush
it down. He pulled his soft kunji out of his boxers and placed it on my
tongue. I sucked it deep. He warned me not to spill them on the mattress
just as the pungent steam came. I gulped and gulped till it only trinkled
on my tongue. He shaked it off and put it back into his boxers.

He told me to get dressed. Within minutes i was ready. He combed my hair
and kissed my forehead one last time and I left. I went back to my seat,
next to my aunty. My sister was already asleep. My aunty asked sternly,
"where have you been, I almost came looking for you." I apologized and said
i was just playing around the area. "You are smelly and covered in sweat,
remember to have your bath later." She said as her eyes were glued to the
climax of the film.  "Yes maam," replied.

The movie ended a short while later. We walked out of the cinema into the
lobby. My dad was carrying my sister. My mother and aunt were exchanging
their critiques of the film. I looked at the ticket counter and the
projector uncle and the ticket booth man were looking at me grinning. They
looked at me walking funny and they chuckled.

The End.

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