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Subject: FCP: THE INDIA STORY (man/boy)
Date: 2 Jun 1995 00:33:30 -0400
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W  A  R  N  I  N  G

The following story contains adult sexual material. If 
you are under the legal age to read such materials, exit 
this file now.


FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS:

"THE INDIA STORY"

The following story contains scenes of sex and sexual 
situations involving adult men and minor boys. If you 
are offended by such things, exit now and do not 
continue reading.

If you are under the legal age to read adult sexual 
stories, exit this file now.

All of the actors in this story are fictional. They are not 
real.

Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the activities of the 
actors in this story. Fan Cha Phaw does not advocate the 
breaking of any laws known to mankind.

Ishmael Wilkins
Fan Cha Phaw

THE INDIA STORY
PART ONE



PROLOGUE


I was not sure if I should have ever accepted the 
invitation, especially considering the world-wide 
attitude towards boy-lovers, and all of the new laws 
designed for imprisoning boy-lovers for having sex 
outside of their own countries. I had to admit, however, 
that what the man had told me in the bar that night 
intrigued me to no end. 


I had been in India for about a week, dropping out of my 
previous life, knowing that there was some place better 
in the world to live. Week after week, month after 
month, and year after year I sat by watching man after 
man be arrested for sex or pornography, and receiving 
sentenced which resembled telephone numbers. I had to 
get out. I could not stand living under such conditions. I 
just knew that somewhere there had to be better.


CHAPTER ONE





I arrived in Bombay knowing no one, and with my 
worldly possessions in my backpack and carry bag. I 
had read up enough to know that I was wise in carrying 
my passport and valuables in the waist-carrier that I 
had on. Clearing customs and immigration was a breeze, 
however, once I was finally on my own, I began to 
question my judgment. 


I was not prepared for the hustle and bustle of people 
around me. I was also not prepared for the onslaught of 
beggars, touts, and guides which approached me when it 
was obvious that I did not have a clue about what I 
should do. 


After turning countless offers for rides down, I was 
about to give up and book the next flight out of the 
country when I was approached by a boy of about twelve 
or thirteen and an old man. The boy asked me, in broken 
English, if I needed a taxi. Looking the pair over, I 
thought that there were the least threatening of the lot, 
and so sighing, ready for almost anything, I told them 
that I did. 


The boy turned and babbled rapid fire to the old man in 
some exotic language, and then both man and boy 
reached for my arms and began to guide me through the 
maze of bodies. When we finally reached the outdoors, I 
once again questioned my judgment. 


The boy quickly realized that I did not have a clue as to 
where I would be staying, and so he offered me a hotel 
which was nice and cheap. Perhaps, I thought, I was not 
dressed well enough as other tourists, and he noticed 
that. 


Not wanting to offend my only way out of the madness of 
the airport, I agreed. I decided that if it were too bad, I 
could always move. I was escorted to an old car, 
protected from beggars and hoods by the pair, and 
whisked away from the airport at an alarming rate of 
speed. 


Once we left the airport area, however, the old man 
slowed down and I began to relax. The boy leaned over 
the front seat now and then to ask a few questions or to 
inquire on my comfort. He would then relay his 
findings to the old man in their native tongue. 


As we drove on, I began to notice country side, and 
decided that I might be able to snap a few photos along 
the way. The minute that I opened my back pack, the 
boy was back hanging over the seat, curious as to what I 
was up to. He smiled when he saw my camera and asked 
me if I wanted to take a picture of him. I told him that I 
did, and after fiddling with the adjustments for a while, 
I snapped a few of him. The old man wanted into the act 
as well, which almost ended all of our lives there, as he 
stopped paying attention to the road. 


Just at the point that I was going to question as to where 
the hotel was, something outside of the car caught my 
attention. Off to the side of the road was a small river. 
On the edge of the river were about a dozen boys, from 
about infancy to early teens. The older boys were 
covered with sarongs, however, the younger were 
naked. I was able to fast focus and get a few shots of 
them as we passed by. 


Several more times as we drove on, boys would appear 
on spots of the river in various stages of undress or 
naked, and I would be ready to snap their pictures. Each 
time the camera clicked, the boy in the front seat would 
turn, look at what I was shooting, and smile widely at 
me. He would then talk rapidly to the old man and both 
would giggle amongst themselves. 


The boy announced that we were going to stop for a few 
minutes so that they could relieve their bladders. He 
told me that it would be a good time for me to do so as 
well, as they were heading back into a city area, and it 
would not be polite to stop for that then. 


The car pulled over to the road side and we all got out to 
urinate. Almost as soon as I got out of the car I heard 
the sounds of children splashing and playing in the 
water. The river had gone down behind some land, and it 
had not been visible for a while. I realized, however, 
that children were close by. 


I quickly finished pissing and began to casually walk 
towards the sounds of the children. The man and boy 
said nothing to stop me, and so I decided to check it out. 
I hoped that the children would be of the age which I 
enjoyed, and that they would be naked. 


Once I reached the top of the embankment I was pleased 
on both counts. There were about six naked boys 
playing in the water. All of them were young, a few 
little more than toddlers. Two of them, however, were 
perfect. They were about eight or nine years old and 
beautiful. Without thinking I brought my camera up 
and began snapping pictures. 


The sound of the camera alerted them to my presence. 
The boys stopped in their tracks when they saw a white 
man taking pictures of them. After a few moments, 
however, they seemed to relax some. I looked over to 
my side and saw that the boy from the car was standing 
next to me. 


The boy smiled, almost knowingly, and turned to the 
children. He babbled to them in their language for a 
while, which seemed to work wonders on them. They 
began to splash and play again. It was obvious, 
however, that they were doing it then for my camera. 


The boy talked to them again, and shyly, one by one then 
crawled up the small embankment to stand next to us. 
After a little more talk from the boy they began to 
clown around and wrestle with each other. Obviously 
this was done for my sake, and so I continued shooting 
my pictures. 


The older boy, now accepted by the younger ones, talked 
to them again which produced giggles and a few outright 
laughs from the children. They almost seemed as if they 
blushed, but after looking around a bit, they scurried 
back down the embankment and stood at the edge of the 
river. 


Looking up to the older boy, who nodded his head to 
them, they began to dance around in a childish, erotic 
way. My camera was ready, and I began to snap 
pictures. I almost was not ready when the children 
grabbed onto their genitals and began holding them out 
to me to photograph, or when they turned and bent 
over, parting their buttocks and showing their anuses, 
however, I quickly recovered and made up for lost 
time, photographing as fast as I could. 


Running out of film, I reached into my back pack for a 
fresh roll. Meanwhile the older boy was chatting with 
the children. When my camera was ready again, I 
quickly began to shoot. Things had changed since I had 
taken my attention away from them to change the film. 


The little boys all had erections. One was rubbing 
himself furiously with a smile on his face. The two 
older boys who had captured my attention were on their 
way towards erection. In a series of photos taken over 
the next few minutes, the two boys became totally hard 
like the younger boys. The younger boys began to 
wrestle around again upon command from the older 
boy, however, this time it was more erotic in nature. 
One of them would pin the other under him and begin to 
hump up and down on his buttocks. Every time that they 
would rise up a bit, their erections would show clearly. 
I shot film like a madman, only thinking once about how 
I could ever develop it. 


THE INDIA STORY
PART TWO

Things calmed down after a while, and the boy's penises 
went soft again. I sat down on the bank with the older 
boy as he chatted with the lads. He told me that I should 
give each of them a coin for letting me take their 
pictures. I agreed, and the boy took coins from my hand 
to pass out to them. 


When he reached to two older of the boys he talked to 
them for a bit. They giggled a little and looked at me. 
After what seemed like intense negotiation, they shook 
their heads in agreement. The older boy told me that the 
boys had said that if I gave them each what amounted to 
ten cents, they would show me something special over 
in a small grouping of bushes. 


Not knowing what to expect, I agreed. I wondered if the 
man and boy were trying to get me away from the car so 
that they could steal my luggage, however, I decided 
that there was nothing worth stealing in it, and so I 
agreed. 


The older boy took the coins from my hand once again 
and paid the two boys. They smiled and shook their 
heads up and down while the older boy instructed them. 
The boys headed off towards the clump of bushes and the 
older boy told me to follow them. The little boys 
obviously wanted to go as well, however, the older boy 
told them to stay there. 


I followed the boys wondering what it would look like to 
anyone watching. Here I was heading into bushes with 
two naked little boys. I shook my head, realizing that I 
was in a different country, and especially one which 
was hard to shock. 


The boys reached the bushes before me. When I entered 
they were there facing me. I looked at them for a 
moment and they stood there looking at me. I decided to 
break the ice by snapping a picture. They smiled as I 
did so. Feeling a little braver, I reached over and 
arranged them so that they were close together with 
their arms around each other. Once they were posed, I 
snapped a few more pictures. 


I was erect at once when I felt their baby soft skin. I 
had only been around a naked child of their age once in 
my life, and so it was a real treat for me. Once the boys 
were posed together and the picture was taken, they 
seemed to relax. Looking shyly at me, one of the boys 
moved his hand down to the other's stomach. I responded 
with a photo. Both boys giggled. The boy then moved his 
hand down and wrapped it around his friend's penis. 
When I continued to take pictures, the second boy 
followed suit, and the two boys began to caress and then 
masturbate the other. It was only a matter of seconds 
before both boys were erect again. I was able to shoot 
their erections from up close, and I made sure that I got 
them from almost every angle. 


The boys chattered to each other for a few minutes, and 
it seemed as if they were arguing on who was to go 
first. One boy finally agreed to what ever they were 
talking about, and dropped to his knees in front of his 
friend. I knew at once what they were discussing, and I 
moved so that I could have the best advantage when the 
action started. Sure enough a few seconds later the boy 
opened his mouth and took his friend's penis into it. 


My camera did not miss one movement. It was obvious 
that the boy doing the sucking had experience with it. It 
was also obvious that the boy being sucked had been 
sucked before. After a few minutes of sucking the boys 
changed positions and the suckee became the sucker. I 
could not believe my luck. For thirty cents I was 
treated to two boys sucking each other. 


I decided that it was time to arrange the boys a bit for 
my camera. They did not protest when I showed them 
that I wanted them to lie on the ground side by side. 
After a little difficulty I got them into a side by side 
sixty-nine position. They understood almost at once 
after that, and they began sucking each other at the 
same time. I doubted that they had ever done it that way 
before, and smiled to myself, knowing that they would 
be teaching that position to many other boys. 


The boys willingly got onto their knees and parted their 
buttocks when I made it clear that I wanted to 
photograph that. After posing them mounting the other 
from the back, I watched as each tried to slip their 
hard-ons into each other's butts. What I would not have 
done at that time for a tube of KY and a camcorder. 


Finally I posed the two boys laying on their backs side 
by side. I decided that if it were destined to happen it 
was then or never. After taking a photo or two of them 
in that position, I reached out with both hands and 
began caressing their chests. Both boys giggled, but 
neither made any movement to stop me. 


I was ready to cum by the time that my hands were 
down past their stomachs at the top of their pubes. The 
moment of truth arrived and I wrapped a hand around 
each of their rapidly growing penises. Both boys 
gasped, but neither protested. For the next few minutes 
I felt, massaged, and masturbated the pair, taking a 
little time to feel their tiny testicles. 


Both boys knew what was coming when I lowered my 
head to one's chest and began licking one of his nipples. 
I quickly sucked it into my mouth and sucked it for a 
minute or two before moving onto the other nipple and 
then onto the other boy. In that manner I worked my 
way down both boy's bodies. 


They were totally hard when my tongue reached out for 
their penises. I had only sucked one other boy's penis in 
my life, and that had been the highlight of my life. Now 
in the middle of India, out in a clump of bushes off some 
road, I had two young boys laying before me naked and I 
was sucking both of their penises. I sucked those boys 
like they had never been sucked before. Both were 
quivering masses of jelly by the time that they reached 
their orgasms. 


I knew that I had to cum. There was no way that I could 
last. When I pulled my penis out of my pants both boy's 
eyes grew wide, but they did not seem alarmed. I pulled 
my pants down a ways and moved over towards them. 
Slowly and gently I let my penis pass over their smooth 
stomachs and genitals. I had to stop for a moment to 
save from coming too fast . 


I moved upwards between the two boys. I wanted to rub 
my penis on their chests and perhaps their faces. I was 
hoping that they would allow me that. I chose my 
favorite of the two to experiment on. He laid still 
watching me as I rubbed myself gently on his chest. I 
could feel his breathing growing heavier when I moved 
upwards more to reach his face. He did not turn his 
head or try to stop me when I rubbed my penis up 
against his face. 


Becoming bolder, I rubbed my penis up against his lips. 
I stopped for a second, thinking that I could cum from 
the sensation. The boy must have taken my stopping as a 
command, for I felt his lips part, and then his mouth 
open. He reached up with his hands, took a hold of my 
penis, and lowered his mouth over it. 


I had never been sucked before. The sensations going 
through my body were fantastic. Everything was short 
circuiting. The boy began to move his mouth up and 
down over my penis. I knew that I could not last. I 
pulled out of the boy's mouth and rolled over onto my 
back. The other boy babbled something to the boy who 
had been sucking me, and the boy quickly climbed 
beside me and took my penis back into his mouth. 


I could not believe that the boy was sucking me again. 
The closer that I felt to cumming, the harder that the 
boy sucked. It seemed as if he knew I was ready to cum, 
and that he was trying to push me over the edge. I felt 
my cum rise, and I knew it would be a manner of 
seconds. I tried to pull the boy's head from my penis, 
but he would have nothing to do with it. I exploded in 
orgasm as I felt my cum shooting out of me with greater 
force then ever before, into the boy's mouth. 


THE INDIA STORY
PART THREE

I was vaguely aware of swallowing sounds, and I could 
feel the boy's mouth tighten up against my penis as if 
he were trying to coax every last drop out of me. The 
boy kept me in his mouth long after I had stopped 
cumming, and even when I penis shrunk to its flaccid 
state. Only when I began to stir did he release it, sitting 
up smiling at me, wiping the excess cum from his lips 
with the back of his hand. 


The two boys chattered again for a while and then the 
boy who had blew me so well, moved his groin up into 
my face and thrust his penis up against my lips. He was 
obviously horny, and so I sucked him once again to 
climax. 


The two boys traded places, and the second boy came 
over closer to me and sat next to me. Smiling widely, he 
reached out and began fondling my penis. He moved 
himself so that his groin was in my face, and with a 
little push his penis went between my lips. The boy 
began to hump slightly, and so I held my lips firm and 
let him fuck my mouth. He developed quite a head of 
steam as he progressed, and by the time that he 
climaxed in my mouth, my nose was somewhat bruised. 


I thought that they were through when the boy sat back 
down next to me, but I was mistaken. A few seconds 
later he lowered his head and took my, still soft, penis 
into his mouth. It did not remain soft for long, and the 
boy expertly sucked me off as his friend had done 
earlier. The second boy swallowed as eagerly as the 
first had done, and he also received a large, forceful 
load into his mouth for his efforts. 


With my second cumming the boys seemed satisfied and 
made ready to leave. I pulled them both to me and 
hugged them, taking the opportunity to feel their soft 
buttocks. I wondered if they were as agreeable to being 
fucked as they were to sucking, but I knew that it was 
not the time nor place. I made a mental note to have the 
older boy bring me back there again, or better yet, 
bring the boys to me. 


When we reached the embankment again the little boys 
were sitting with the older boy. Both boys smiled and 
jabbered to the others in their native tongue. Both boys 
also made exaggerated rubbings of their stomachs 
indicating that they were full. All of the boys, including 
the older guide boy laughed. The boys must have told the 
others that they had received a bonus from me, for 
their eyes opened wide when the two showed off their 
bank notes each worth fifty cents. I decided that two 
first class blow jobs was well worth a dollar thirty. 


The little boys began jabbering as well, and I could only 
suspect that they wanted the same treatment, however, 
all of the other boys quieted them down. After saying 
our good-byes we went back to the car, woke up the old 
man and continued out journey. 


I was more than surprised and pleased when we pulled 
off the road again in less than two minutes, the boy 
announcing that we had arrived. I was within walking 
distance from the spot at which I had had sex with the 
boys. My spirits rose considerably. 


As could have been expected, the "hotel" was owned by 
the man and boy's family, but I was not about to 
complain. The room I had was bungalow-style with my 
own door, and behind the property ran the river which 
I was so fond of. 


The boy helped me with my luggage, and then he helped 
me make sure that the room was comfortable and set 
up. Before he left he told me that if I liked he would 
bring the two boys to my room the next day. I smiled 
and told him that I would like that. Reaching into my 
pocket I gave him a bill worth a little more than a 
dollar. He smiled, and was obviously pleased with the 
money that I gave him. 


After unpacking and looking around a bit. I took a 
"shower" in my room, throwing water over my body 
from a tub with a pail which I assumed was for that 
purpose. I dressed in a pair of short pants and a tee-
shirt and laid back on my bed for a few minutes to rest 
and think about my afternoon. 


I must have dozed off, because I was awoken by a sound 
and when I looked up the older boy was standing in front 
of me. He smiled and apologized for waking me. He had 
also obviously showered, his hair was still wet. He was 
dressed in only a sarong, and I had to admit, he was a 
very cute boy, even though he was older than I liked in 
boys. 


The boy obviously wanted to talk and so I told him that 
he could sit down on my bed. He smiled happily and sat. 
We talked for a while, him chatting away, stopping now 
and then to find the English word that he wanted. I 
quickly learned that he was 12 ... almost 13. His 
grandfather, the man who had driven us, owned the 
place, and they were very happy that I came there. 


The boy was pleasant, and fun to talk with. When he 
offered to give me a massage, I agreed. My body ached 
from travel and a massage would do good. I stripped off 
my shirt and rolled over onto my stomach. The boy sat 
on top of me and began massaging me. I had to admit that 
he was good at it. I felt relaxed after only a few 
minutes. 


When the boy moved up to rub my neck again, I realized 
that he was excited. I felt his erection poking into my 
back. I began to get worried. The boy probably wanted 
to have sex. I had sort of an aversion to older boys, 
pubic hair, and cum. I figured that the boy rubbing his 
boner against me was all of the above. I liked the boy 
and did not want to hurt him, and so I hoped that he 
would not come on to me. 


I had no such luck. He laid down beside me and began to 
run his hand over my back. I could feel his hard-on 
poking me in the side. I decided that I could probably 
jack him off to make him happy. Rolling over towards 
him, I began to caress his chest. I had to admit that for 
an older boy, he had very soft skin. He was almost as 
soft as the little boys from earlier. 


His stomach proved to be as soft as his chest, and 
despite my feelings for older boys, I started to feel 
myself respond. The boy, who was up tight against me, 
must have felt it too, because he reached down and gave 
my half hard penis a gentle squeeze. He then reached 
around and began pulling his sarong from his body. 


I was hoping that my penis would not wilt upon the 
sight of his mature penis and pubic hair. I was almost 
afraid to look when it was obvious that he was naked. I 
reached over and began sliding my hand down his 
stomach towards his pubes. When I had reached his 
penis and had not felt hair, I had to look. My eyes 
opened wide when I saw that he was completely 
hairless. His "mature" penis was not mature at all. His 
erection was a little bigger than the younger boys, but 
not much. Nestled under the hard penis were a pair of 
fairly small eggs wrapped in a satin smooth pouch. 


My penis responded the opposite of what I had expected 
at first. I became totally hard in seconds. The boy was 
pleased with my reaction and giggled. My shorts were 
tented out even further than his sarong had been 
earlier. 


The boy laying naked on my bed next to me was 
beautiful. I decided that he was even more beautiful 
than the two younger boys that I had been with earlier. 
I could not believe that I was thinking that, but there 
was no mistaking his beauty. 


Without batting an eye, I rose up and pulled my shorts 
from my body. The boy looked me over, smiled and then 
got up and went to the door. Quietly he locked the door 
and then returned to the bed. He was in my arms as soon 
as he hit the bed, and out lips were pressed together. 
We became lost in our kissing, four pairs of eager 
hands fondling and exploring the other's body. 


Carefully I made love with tongue and mouth to every 
inch of the boy's body. Each step of the way I became 
hornier and hornier. I wanted to taste every square 
inch of him. I wanted to consume him.


THE INDIA STORY
PART FOUR

CHAPTER TWO

Long into the evening the boy and I laid awake, ready 
and eager to explore once more each others bodies. 
When I had sucked him to his first climax I found that 
in spite of his hairlessness appearance he could 
produce a little semen. The semen he produced, 
however, was thin and light and tasted of honey. I let it 
float around in my mouth long after he deposited it 
there with great force, savoring and totally enjoying 
his boy's offering. Many more times that night I took 
his boy nectar from him, each time him moaning, 
humping, and crying out as he gave of himself. I 
developed a taste for young boy semen that night, a taste 
that I never grew tired of. Virginal boy cum was like 
life blood to me. I thrived on it, and sought it out where 
ever I could. 


The first time that the boy took my ejaculation into his 
mouth, it was obvious that he had not the experience 
with it as I had thought him to have. He gasped and 
sputtered at first, choking a little causing him to 
release my spurting erection, coating both of us with 
its fluid. He recovered quickly, however, and finished 
with style, later searching out and licking up every 
drop which he had spilled. The numerous times that he 
brought me to ejaculation inside of his mouth after 
that, he did not spill one drop, and he seemed as 
possessed with drinking my cum as I was with his. 


It was with that 12-year-old boy that I finally 
fulfilled my greatest fantasy. Not was I able to orally 
love his anus, driving my tongue as deep into him as it 
were possible, I found that he was willing to let my 
penis follow, and I fucked my first boy in his ass. My 
one and only boy before India had always promised that 
I could fuck him in his bottom, however, that never 
happened. 


I awoke the next day a new man. I could not believe how 
such a simple and loving thing could so change my life. I 
felt as if I were on top of the world. I also felt as if I 
were the luckiest man alive. As expected, the boy was 
gone when I woke up. H probably got up sometime 
during the night or early morning to go back to his 
family. I wondered, as I bathed and dressed, what the 
reaction of the family would be towards me now that I 
slept with their son. 


Just as I finished dressing the boy appeared again with 
a smile on his face, and a cup of tea in his hands. He told 
me, after I had drank about half of the cup, that I was to 
come with him so that I could eat with his family. I am 
sure that they had postponed breakfast until I got up so 
that we could eat together, and so I set the cup down and 
followed him out into the family compound. 


All of my reservations about seeing the family again 
were foundationless. I was met with smiles and 
friendliness all around. Once we were seated at the big 
table, the boy began to introduce everyone there. I was 
shocked at the number of people present, wondering if 
they all stayed at the little hotel. 


There were several young females seated at the table, 
which I knew was unusual. I decided that since I had 
shown a preference towards boys on the way to, and 
during the first night at the hotel, the family figured 
that they would be "safe" with me. They were right in 
that respect. 


What interested me even more, however, were the boys 
seated at the table. I soon learned that two of them were 
younger brothers of my young friend. It was hard to 
determine their ages, but I took a guess at around 
eleven and nine. They resembled their older brother a 
great deal. They were extremely handsome lads. 


The three other boys ranged in age from about six to 
ten, I guessed. They were introduced as "cousins." 
Whether or not they were really related to the family, 
or just "found" children taken in by them I did not 
learn. All that mattered was that they were thought of 
as part of the family. 


Looking over the five boys seated at the table, I 
wondered if anyone of them would be joining in with the 
adventures which their brother or cousin shared with 
me. Whenever my eyes would meet theirs, they would 
look away and blush. Every once in a while their would 
be a giggle or two when I would look at one of them 
longer than the rest. There was no mistake in my 
assumption that all of them knew my tastes. 


After a rather pleasing breakfast, I told the boys that I 
would like to take a walk around. I knew that my older 
friend had duties at the hotel, and so I did not ask him to 
come along, although I would have liked to have him 
there for translation if the need arose. Just when I was 
about to suggest that one of the other boys come along, 
the boy told me that his brother would come with me so 
that I would not get lost. 


I looked up to see that it was the one I figured to be 
about nine. I smiled to myself. It had not been lost on 
my older friend that I had stared at his younger brother 
longer than any of the others. He was a real doll. 


Prior to heading out, the older brother took his brother 
aside and gave him instructions in their native tongue. 
What the boy told him I was dying to know, especially 
when watching the younger boy blush from head to foot 
several times over. 


We headed out, and for a while the little boy was shy. 
After a while he began to relax. After we had walked a 
good ways away from the hotel, I motioned to him that I 
would like to sit and rest for a while. We found a nice 
area on the bank of the small river, and the boy sat 
down next to me. 


I opened my camera and began to fiddle with it, making 
sure that all of the adjustments were set correctly and 
things like that. The younger boy could not contain 
himself after a while, and he moved closer to watch me. 


When I looked up at him and smiled, he smiled back, 
which was a big improvement. Previously he had only 
blushed and looked away. Moving back away from him a 
bit. I lifted the camera to my eye, and snapped a couple 
of close up pictures of his face. The boy smiled, pleased 
that I had taken his picture. 


I decided to try to get more shots of him, wondering if 
he would be willing. I indicated that I wanted him to 
stand. Posing him with his back to the river, I took a 
few more shots, and then reposed him. In a few minutes 
the boy was looking like he had modeled all of his life. 


Moving a little closer to him I unbuttoned his shirt 
about halfway down and spread it open a bit. I could feel 
him tense a little as I did this, however, he did not 
protest. I moved back away and took more photos. When 
I moved back to open his shirt the rest of the way, he 
did not tense, however, I could feel his heart racing in 
his chest as my hand brushed up against his smooth 
chest. 


After a few more photos I moved back and removed his 
shirt completely. The boy smiled shyly in response, 
however, when the camera started clicking his full 
smile was blaring at the camera. Several more bare 
chest pictures were taken, some with his arms in the 
air, or over his head to show off his bare underarms. 


THE INDIA STORY
PART FIVE

I decided that it was time to move along with the photos. 
I wanted to shoot him naked more than anything. It 
looked as if I were going to have that chance. I had him 
sit back down again, and I posed him in various ways, 
each time taking care that his legs were spread wide. 


In each photo I could see into his leg band. At first only 
the smooth skin of his legs was visible, but as we went 
along, his small penis and then testicles began to show. 
The last photo of the series was taken with one leg bent 
up and his genitals in full view. 


Having the boy lay down on the ground, I took more 
photos, each of them showing various parts of his 
genitals and buttocks. I knew that he was well aware at 
that time of where things were going. I was sure that if I 
reached for his short pants and began pulling them 
down, he would help me, however, I decided that I 
wanted to do this slowly to capture him little by little on 
film. 


Standing him back up, I arranged him in front of me. 
When he was ready I pulled down on his short pants a 
little, bringing them a little lower down on his body. 
When I stepped back to take more pictures, the boy 
reached for his pants. He was going to pull them down 
all the way, figuring that this is what I wanted him to do. 
I stopped him, readjusted them back to where I wanted 
them, and then snapped a few pictures. I then moved 
back to the boy, lowered his pants a little more and then 
moved away and snapped a few more pictures. 


The boy got the idea, and smiled widely at me. When I 
was about to move back and pull his pants down a little 
more, the boy reached over and did it for me. He 
understood the game, and he was playing along. After 
about five or six more poses, his genitals finally popped 
into view. Once the pants were totally off of his lower 
body, and I had photographed his genitals from every 
possible angle, I had him pull them back up and then 
turned him around and reposed him so that the shorts 
were hanging just at the top of his buttocks. The boy 
smiled, knowing at once that we were going to repeat the 
same thing on his backside. 


Finally my little friend was totally naked. He happily 
posed in every position which I set him into. When I 
showed him that I wanted to shoot him playing with his 
miniature penis, he happily complied, and I was 
rewarded with a series of photos which showed its 
progression as it went from totally flaccid to totally erect. 
One of my favorite shots of the boy was him on his 
hands and knees, legs spread wide, his little backside 
facing me. His young, soft buttocks were exposed, 
spread far enough apart to show his little opening. 
Hanging down under all of this beauty were his erection 
and little testicle sack. I knew that minute that the shutter 
snapped that the picture would be wonderful. If I had 
been living in another time and place, I would have had 
that photo made into a poster and hung it on my wall. 


After that final photo, I heard my camera click, indicating 
that it was the last frame. The camera then came to life as 
it automatically rewound the film back into the little 
canister. I sat back and smiled, realizing that I had a full 
roll of my little friend. It would be one roll which I 
would treasure forever. 


Setting the camera aside, I smiled at the little boy. 
Holding my arms open in invitation, I invited him to 
come over to me. He hesitated for a second, but then 
smiled and came over to me. He still had half an 
erection, which looked cute on his small brown body. 


I pulled the little boy to me and hugged him. Turning 
him around, I sat him down onto my lap. As soon as he 
was settled, I began to explore his smooth skin. His little 
brown nipples were taunt, and a little bigger than I had 
expected. As I rubbed and tweaked them, the boy purred 
like a little kitten. I continued my explorations, and 
rubbed my hands down his chest, past his little ribs, 
down to his smooth little stomach. 


It never stopped amazing me just how soft and smooth 
young boy skin was. It was if the boy's body was made 
of silk. I realized that I could orgasm by just rubbing 
myself up against his delightful body. 


The little boy gasped as my hands found his genitals. He 
sighed loudly and spread his legs even further, melting 
in the process into my lap. Almost as soon as I touched 
him, he was fully erect again. I smiled as I fingered his 
thin little hard-on. Hard, we was just about three inches 
in length. What amazed me the most was the width of his 
little tool. I was no expert on the size of boy erections, 
however, I certainly did not think that all of them in the 
world were as thin as his. 


His little erection was no thicker than one of my fingers. 
It was almost comical looking at it, standing out proudly 
from his body. I had never played with such a small-
looking tool before. The little boy purred again as I 
began to slowly masturbate him. 


Finally I could not take it any longer. I had to taste that 
little organ. I picked the boy up from my lap and stood 
him in front of me. Without wasting a second, I moved 
my head towards his crotch. He looked down at me, 
watching as my mouth approached his genitals. 


The little boy yelped with surprise and pleasure as my 
mouth encompassed him. Without stopping I took his 
entire erection and testicles into my mouth. I found that 
they fit nicely. Closing my mouth around him firmly, I 
began to lick and suck away at them. 


The boy's eyes opened wide. I could hear his breathing 
increase, and I could feel his body shaking. I decided 
that he had never been sucked before, which surprised 
me. I was happy with the thought, however, that I was 
giving him his first real sexual pleasure. 


After about a minute of sucking the child's genitals, I 
began to feel more and more of his weight up against 
me. I realized just in time that he was losing his legs. He 
was so caught up in pleasure that he could barely stand. 
Gathering him up into my arms, I lowered him to the 
ground, rearranged him, and spread his legs wide. 


Lowering my head once again, I began to make serious 
love to his firm little erection and soft testicles. The boy 
trashed and cooed under me while I sucked him to his 
first climax. When he came, it was the most powerful 
that I had seen. I found myself wishing that he had some 
fluid to shoot into my mouth. 


I let the boy lay beside me and relax after his first blow 
job. While he rested, I gently caressed his chest, belly, 
and genitals.


END PART FIVE

Fan Cha Phaw
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