Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2021 15:00:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Summer in Ladakh Part Two (Young Friends) Donate to Nifty here: https:/donate.nifty.org/donate.html) On with part two anyway... "Fuck, so when will you be able to wank? You can't really do it in your bed if your Mum is in your room and if you do it in the shower then your Mum might tread in it!" Daniel said the next day when I told him about the India trip. "Seriously Daniel, that's pretty low down my priority list at the moment, I'm sure I'll work that out. I'm just pissed off that I can't hang out with you all summer." I replied, feeling annoyed about the whole thing. "Yeah me too, oh well, I've got the porno mag for company, I'll be more than fine!" he said and made the wanking sign, I snorted but then we both giggled and continued our walk home. I was going to miss Daniel and his filthy sense of humour. Mum was so bloody stuck up and serious I didn't expect I'd laugh once when we were away apart from how fucking ridiculous the whole thing was! As the days passed I started to think the holiday would be okay. I tried to be positive, we weren't going to many places. It was only a few short bus rides after all. However once I read the guidebook Mum had borrowed from the library I saw the reality of the situation. I stormed downstairs in a massive strop. "Two fucking days! Two fucking days on a bus!? On the second highest road in the world!?You didn't tell me that!" I said realising I'd drastically underestimated the travel time between places and how long we'd be stuck on a bus for. "It'll be great Sammy, lovely views and time to think!" Mum replied before waltzing out the room leaving me standing there raging. So that's how I found myself on that two day bus journey from Manali to Leh rattling over rocky switchbacks. I was glad Mum was asleep as I was still really pissed off at her and I definitely had good reason to be so. We'd arrived in Delhi tired and jetlagged, spending two days in Paharganj in a dump of a guesthouse. After that it was an overnight bus up to Manali which was very uncomfortable and not helped by some Israelis on the bus deciding to play guitar and sing songs all night. I was very tired and grumpy by the time we arrived. Still, Manali was nice enough, the snow capped mountains in the distance, the rushing river in the centre of town, fresh from the glacial melt. The smell of pine trees was in the air as Mum found us another cheap shitty guesthouse in old Manali where the hippies and the budget travellers stayed. The strange thing was I KNEW we had more money than she was spending. She earned a good salary, Dad had a good life insurance policy and even her taking a few weeks unpaid wouldn't change that, it was like she actively wanted to stay in the cheapest possible place. She soon latched on to some long stayers, westerners like her looking to "find themselves". I actively disliked them and spent time on my own wandering the woods and walking as much as I could. We met up for meals but she was all over an Italian guy who to be honest I thought was virtually young enough to be her son like me. None of the group were interested in me so after food I'd just go and read in my room. Those three nights in Manali were frustrating. Mum would roll into our room in the early hours and have a shower before bed which always woke me up. I wasn't stupid or as naive as she clearly thought he was, she was clearly fucking the Italian guy. Thanks Mum, I thought, I'll just entertain myself all day and night won't I! Although it did give me some wanking time which was one small token of comfort. It really hurt me to think of her again with someone else other than Dad. I knew I should have been used to it by now as there had been a steady stream but even so, it still hurt. I guess being so far from home and basically ignored most of the time amplified all that and made it worse for me. As our bus continued on it's tortuous journey to Leh, slowly descending the switchbacks to the valley below, my thoughts turned to an incident in Manali I couldn't get out of my mind. It was unexpected and.....arousing. I surreptitiously rearranged myself in my pants, not that anyone would have noticed anyway and thought back to what might have been. The incident happened on my final day in Manali. I'd walked down to the new town from the guest house in the old town, thinking I'd pick up some supplies from the market for the bus journey to Leh. I didn't really know what I was expecting to buy but it might have been different from the bags of cheese balls and biscuits all the shops in Old Manali sold. I wandered into the large market in the centre of town near the busy bus station. I looked around for a bit, there was not much of interest for me to buy but I took a few photos with my cheap point and click camera. I might as well have some photos to remember this god awful holiday from so I tried the best I could to take some atmospheric ones. As I wandered through a busy intersection, I felt a hand squeeze my left bum cheek and then one rub up against my dick. I looked around in surprise and shock to see a local boy smiling at me. The boy looked older than me but he made a sort of follow me motion with his head down a side street in the market. I stood there, unsure for a moment and then for reasons I wasn't quite sure of I followed closely behind him. I barely had any money on me so if the boy wanted to mug me all he'd get was the camera, but I was a quick runner and I reckoned I could get out of any situation. I did keep my wits about me as I followed the boy into a deserted part of the market. The boy stopped, turned and smiled at me, walking until he was very close to him. I tensed slightly, ready to run if the boy tried to mug me, I needn't have worried though. "Hey pretty western boy, you like..?." he made a wanking sign with his hand and winked at me. I blushed but then for some reason decided to see where this was going. I shrugged and then grinned and replied "Yeah of course, do you?" The boy's grin got broader. "Very much, I like it very much, you want to do it with me now?" He asked, then took my hand and placed it on the outside of his trousers. I could clearly feel the boy's dick through them and feel it hardening. The boy then placed his hand on my dick and squeezed. "Very nice,,," he started to say until there was a bit of noise and some beggars came round and started harassing me. Some of the shop owners came down and got into an argument with them. I looked around and the boy was gone, maybe scared away by the kerfuffle. I wandered around the market and the surrounding area for a while looking for him but failed. Probably for the best, was I really going to let a boy I had only just met wank me off ? I walked back to the guest house, wondering what might have been and whether it was actually a good thing that the interruption had happened when it did. Still, it didn't stop me having an epic wank when I got back to the guest house and I kept thinking about it on the long bus journey. My thoughts began to become clearer the longer I spent on the bus thinking about it. I decided Mum was clearly fucking anything that moved and I didn't think it was right, why should she get to have all the fun? So I decided there and then that if the opportunity to mess around sexually turned up, I would embrace it and grab it with both hands. You only live once after all. Girls were clearly off the market, this was India after all. So it would have to be a boy and who was I kidding? I had been wanking off thinking about boys and their dicks for ages so it wouldn't be a problem. I knew I was partly thinking of doing it to piss Mum off or at least get back at her but fuck her, she was treating me like shit with her sleeping with men and ignoring me. So maybe I'd take things up a level, see if anything presented itself and this time make sure I didn't miss out.