Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2023 21:16:54 +0100 From: john skehan Subject: India posting India Posting cajuncock Ok, if you've gotten this far you know the drill. This is a work of gay fiction. It is the property of the author and may not be reused without his written permission. Now sit back, unzip, grab a rag, and enjoy. comments- cajunboi868@gmail My posting to India had not come as a surprise. The company was after all a world wide operation. My bosses often told us that getting to know the local parts was useful for any manager. My mates were given posts in various areas where we were operating around the world. Locals from there were brought into the headquarters for 2 years in return. They took over our apartments in the states. I had to get all the shots and read updates on cultural and political situations in India before leaving. It was a 16 hour series of flights that offered little time to adjust. My flight landed in Delhi with a connecting flight to Kalcutta. I had managed a shower and change of clothes at the Delhi airport so I was a little refreshed but still tired. I passed smoothly through customs and was greeted by a tall, dark skinned man holding a board with my name on it. We greeted each other and he grabbed a trolley for my bags. I was not expecting the humidity when we exited out into the parking lot. It was a change that I knew I'd have to get used to soon enough. I sat next to him, Jahli, for the drive to my new home outside the city. The temperature did not seem to phase him at all. I on the other hand had finished 2 bottles of cold water by the time we arrived at the pleasant villa set in a lush garden. Jahli took my bags into the somewhat cooler house where I met my house servant, Jai, a young boy about 17, I guessed. He was dressed in the typical loose robe worn by the men in the country. Jahli spoke to the boy in Hindi before leaving me to rest. I was not expected in the office until Monday, giving me time to adjust to the local time and conditions. Jai gave me a tour of the villa and the gardens where I saw a younger man working. I returned to the bedroom where I found that my bags had been unpacked and things put away. I did not ask by whom. I told the houseboy that I wanted to shower before lunch. He indicated a rather well laid out bathroom on the hall. I expected him to leave me. But he began removing my clothing, careful to fold everything neatly. I stood naked before him. I could easily make out the tent in the front of his robe. I thanked him, thinking again that he would go to see to my lunch. But he followed me into the bathroom with a large towel draped across his arm. The primitive shower required a bit of instructions from Jai. He left me and at last I was alone. By this time the image of the tent in his garment had burned into my mind giving me a full blown hardon. I showered in the warm, not hot water. I decided that I'd wear just a shirt and linen shorts for lunch. The meal was excellent, a chicken dish that was not too spicy. Jai came in with a cold bottle of beer and a soft Indian pastry to complete the meal. I knew that his English was not perfect so I asked a few simple questions. He bowed his head reverently answering me. I sat on the enclosed porch finishing the beer. The gardener walked by a few times, bowing to me. Exhaustion soon overtook me so I decided on a nap. I'd just settled on the bed when Jai came in with a battery operated fan. He suggested that I might be more comfortable resting naked in the afternoon heat. Before waiting for an answer he moved to the bed pulling off my shorts and underwear along with the shirt. I looked back to again see the tent in his robe, this time with a small wet spot. He smiled saying "If you need anything just call out. I'll be right outside on the porch having a rest with the garden boy." That sparked my interest so I could not sleep. Finally, I rose naked and walked to the front room. I could hear soft moans from the porch. I peeked out the window to see the 2 dark Indian men in a full on 69 position laying on the mats on the porch. My cock sprung into a very hard erection. I watched as they worked each other in a frenzy to a climax. At that moment my own cock sent ribbons of cum against the window frame. I quickly returned to my bed and had a peaceful sleep. I must have slept for a few hours. When I woke, the sun was setting outside, Jai came in with a warm, wet towel to wipe me. I immediately went stiff as he rubbed near my waist. He looked up at me then asked "Does sir need some assistance? I am here to serve you in any way you might need." Not waiting for an answer he leaned over with just the tip of his tongue licking the clear bubble that had formed on my tip. I moaned and thrashed on the bed at the touch. He took this as my approval and swallowed me to the root. Few men or women had been able to do that before. I felt his fingers stroke my full balls as he licked. At that moment I so wanted whatever this man could do to me. I grabbed his head holding him to my crotch. I exploded deep into his mouth filling him with my nectar. He did not waste a drop. I lay back exhausted. He quietly left the room. Some time later he returned to tell me that I had a guest. I told him to offer the guest a cold drink while I dressed. I pulled on some linen shorts and a shirt before walking out to see Jahli sitting on the porch. I took the chair facing him. I looked behind him to see the mats rolled up against the wall. Insect candles had been lit. The soft glow illuminated Jahli's smiling face. He asked if I had settled in well? He looked around as Jai brought out cold drinks for us. I saw him stare at the boy's ass admiring it. He reached to his crotch to adjust himself in his loose shorts. He spoke a few words in Hindi to Jai who nodded yes, blushing. At that he made another adjustment on his crotch. This time displaying his full length. I was taken aback by his boldness. Sipping his drink Jahli launched into a lecture about the history and open culture of his native land. He spoke of the ways in which the christain missionaries had tried to erase the old attitudes to sexual practices, some of which they saw as the work of the devil. He said that some of the old colonial laws were still on the books. But in the modern India these were being erased by the courts. One example was the colonial laws on sex. Now the courts had become more modern, less rigid. All kinds of people were being accepted into Indian society. As he spoke. he would adjust his lengthening, uncut cock. My own reacted to the sight unfolding before me. I was both excited and uncomfortable at the same time. Jahli saw my situation and smiled asking "Are uncomfortable talking of things sexual?" He laughed then said "I am open to many new ideas, Some are even rooted in our past. Do you need me to help you adjust your attitudes, or any other thing?" He reached out to touch my knee. I moaned, shaking from this new excitement. I could not speak, only moaning some more. At this point Jai came out to unroll the mats on the floor before us. Silently, he retreated inside the house. Jahli's hand moved up my leg to the edge of my linen shorts leg. I was frightened, afraid to make a mistake. Yet wanting so much to see what would happen next. Jahli moved his other hand to the back of my head pulling me forward. His lips met my own in a soft, tender kiss as his fingers reached in to rub my wet erection. In the background I heard the soft tones of a sitar playing.