Date: Sat, 6 May 2023 09:25:18 +0530 From: Netaji K Subject: Tourist -1 (Gay Interracial, Adult/Youth, ) This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between a man and a young boy. If this offends you, please leave. If you are under the legal age to read sexually explicit material, then do not read any further. This story in no way represents any person alive or dead. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and no copying or posting to any other website is permitted without the author's written consent. If you enjoy this story, please support Nifty! By supporting Nifty, we can continue to use this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org Tourist - 1 Aiko was full of bubbling energy unlike his other school mates. Despite 16 hours of their journey, Aiko was not feeling fatigued at all. Whole time on the flight, he was chatting and making plans once they land in Delhi. He was good athelete and was representing his school in their district back in Kyoto. At the age of 14, Aiko was 5'-6" and small bundle of muscles full of energy. He was very fair and handsome boy popular with girls in the school. Even boys used to be like him and were so obsessed that they fell for his charming look and boyish but muscular body. They were group of seven Japanese students, came on the cultural tour to India. They had volunteered for this trip when the first announcement was made in their 8th class. It was supposed to be 20 days trip to north India covering Delhi,Agra, Gaya etc. Organisers had arranged one air-conditioned mini bus for them with guide. As they landed in Delhi, they were overwhelmed with the crowd. Life was totally different back in Japan. Peaceful and organised. There was hardly any need of speaking with anyone and here everyone was talking with someone. Sheer energy was on a different level. But people were warm and welcoming. So they were very comfortable and had no fear of getting lost in that crowd. After collecting their bags they came out of the airport and were greeted by a young man of twenty two with placard of their tour company. After loading their bags on the bus he introduced himself. His name was Samar and was son of the owner of the tour company. He too had vacation and since he was studying Japanese, was appointed for this job. Samar was virile man of twenty two, muscular and very good looking. Aiko noticed muscular forearm, wide wrists, thick and round fingers. Even his well developed chest was quite visible in the Polo shirt he was wearing. Aiko was so lost that unknowingly he was staring at Samar. Samar was bemused and asked Aiko if he was alright. Aiko replied meekly and started looking outside the window. He was never so swept away in the past. But Samar was everything a Japanese boy like Aiko wished. Powerful stance, the physic to die for and the LOOK. His eyes were mischievous and penetrating. Aiko felt like they had penetrated his soul. Bubbling boy was now sitting lost in his thoughts. It was an hour's drive from airport to the hotel. Samar thought of using this time to talk to each of them and know eachother better. Aiko was seated last so was last to chat with Samar. Samar came and sat with Aiko in the twin seat. Aiko could feel the body heat through his track lower. Samar was very pleasant and easy to talk to. With his knowledge of Japanese language and skills, he made Aiko comfortable. He was shaken from his trance condition when Samar put his hand casually on Aiko's thighs. There was tingling sensation in his groin. Even Samar felt a little tremors in Aiko's thigh muscles. Instinctively he tried to soothe them by stroking. Aiko tightened his thighs sandwiching Samar's palm. Samar too liked the warm tight and lucious feel of thigh muscles. He just squeezed them. Samar used his other hand and held Aiko's hand firmly. Grip was firm but not painfully tight. There was assurance of warm friendship. They sat engrossed in the meditative state hardly speaking but contented like they knew eachother for ages. As they came near to the hotel, Samar reluctantly released Aiko's hand but not before kissing them lightly. Aiko shivered with the sensation of Samar's moustache on soft skin of his palm. Samar got up and went in the front. Helped everyone with their luggage and getting their rooms. Seven boys and three rooms was odd. So Samar asked Aiko to share his room if Aiko was comfortable. Aiko was pleasantly surprised with this turn of events but happily agreed. Their next stop was Agra which was hardly three hours from Delhi. So it was planned to leave after lunch on the next day. All the boys were tired with long journey and wanted to have good rest. So they retired to their allotted rooms. Part two will follow soon. Feel free to communicate on netajimk@gmail.com with your suggestions.