Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2021 15:28:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Summer in Ladakh Part Seven (Young Friends) At the guest house it seemed there was a rota for the family to cover reception, with Dorje's sister usually doing the evening shift on reception. Generally the family would all eat together but for that first evening Mum insisted the four of us go out for dinner. "It's important you and Wangchuk get to know each other better. He's on school holidays now as well so Dorje would like you both to keep each other company as would I," She said to me, briefing me away from the others. How quickly it seemed what Dorje wanted was important to her!. However, that was all fine with me. I smirked to myself, I reckoned I'd got to know Wangchuk pretty well already but if Mum and Dorje wanted me to get to know him better, well I guess I couldn't really say no! The meal was sort of fine. The food was really nice, simple Tibetan fare of momos and thukpa which was something I was really into. Steamed momos, fried momos, I couldn't get enough of them particularly with the radioactive green chilli sauce that I'd have with it! However I was still struggling to spend time in Mum's company without going totally crazy. I hadn't forgiven her for slapping me and under the surface I still found myself seething slightly when we were together. I wasn't sure things would ever go back to normal between us but then again when had it been? I don't think it had been normal between us since before Dad died and for a long time it had been really rocky. She clearly liked Dorje and he seemed nice enough, he had the same nice smile that Wangchuk did. He was pretty quiet though whether that was because Mum wouldn't let him get a word in edgeways I wasn't sure. I did think she'd only just met him and no doubt she'd move on from him as soon as she got bored. That was her thing after all. I just hoped he knew what he was getting himself in for and he wouldn't be too hurt when she inevitably dumped him. The thought that she would do that made me angry for Dorje and Wangchuk. How could she just flit into people's lives and then just move on once she got bored? All this finding herself bollocks just seemed to be about making the world revolve around her. Maybe this time would be different but I had very low expectations it would. We were home pretty early from dinner as Mum said she was "very tired and needed an early night.". I made an audible scoff at that but she ignored me. I knew that clearly her and Dorje were heading off to fuck each other's brains out. I was keen to invite Wangchuk up for a "chat" but Dorje was already taking charge, telling Wangchuk he had to be up at 6 to help with breakfast and on reception and that he needed to go to bed now. It was disappointing and he looked as annoyed about it as I was, however we said we would hang out in the morning. I went up to bed and lay there, replaying what had happened earlier in my head. I wrote it all down in my diary, then reread it as I played with myself gently before speeding up for a pretty epic orgasm. I was still a bit confused and unsure about what we'd done together but one thing was certain, I was keen for a repeat performance! Maybe the confusion would disappear the more I did it but even if it didn't it would mean I'd have lots of fun. I switched my light off and lay there in the darkness thinking about Wangchuk. He'd been through similar pain to me which was something that definitely brought us together. The pain of losing a parent as a child is impossible to quantify if you haven't experienced it. That sense of loss, loneliness, abandonment, it was tough a lot of the time. At least I had Wangchuk to talk to about it and hang out with, however short our time together would be. The guesthouse was very much a family run business like most of the small guest houses around Leh were, with everyone pitching in. When I rolled downstairs for breakfast at 9.40 breakfast time was almost over. To no surprise , Wangchuk came and took my order, which did mean he'd already been working for a few hours. "What do you fancy?" He asked, I looked around and realised we were the only people in the room. I guessed Wangchuk and the family were waiting for me before closing the kitchen. "Hmmm, maybe a sausage," I replied with a cheeky grin. Wangchuk leaned forward and whispered, "I've always got one of those for you, just say when you want it." Before then, leaning back and saying loudly, "omelette and toast , or Tibetan bread and peanut butter are your options....for now anyway." I had Tibetan bread and peanut butter. Wangchuk joined me at the table eating the same. He was finally off duty as breakfast was now done. As we chatted he suggested we cycled out to Spituk Gompa which he assured me wasn't too far away. I thought it was a good idea to get out together and away from everything. Doing some sightseeing outside the main part of Leh and into the countryside did appeal. I'd been fascinated on the bus journey to Leh how everything was so barren apart from flecks of intense green along the Indus and the small tributaries that flowed down from the mountains. Seeing a traditional Buddhist Gompa in such spectacular scenery sounded like a really good plan. So once I finished breakfast I packed a bag and met Wangchuk downstairs where he had got us a couple of fairly battered bikes to ride. It took a little while to get used to the creaky old thing but once we got out of the main town it was a lovely ride. We went through small side roads and paths that ran through the fields, past small houses and huts, as well as plants and local wildlife. I felt alive as the wind rushed through my hair, the distant mountains gleaming in the sunlight. THIS was the "real India"! Not hanging out in Old Manali with the hippies while Mum tried to get laid. Cycling through this amazing scenery with Wangchuk was amazing and I found myself beaming widely as we cycled together. The air was warm and dry, the arid air of the Tibetan plateau dehydrating me somewhat, as did physical exertion at this altitude. While I was pretty much adjusted to the altitude, it was still 3500 metres high and the air was thin. I was struggling a bit with it and Wangchuk took pity on me, pointing out the Spituk Gompa in the distance and saying we could have a rest. We sat on a wall while Wangchuk passed me water and some apricots that he'd brought with him. They were slightly sun dried but still juicy. They tasted amazing and we greedily ate them down. Wangchuk then looked around to see if anyone was watching before leaning in to kiss me quickly. "Do you know, last night was the first night for I don't know how long that I felt happy going to bed?" He said once he'd pulled back from me. "Me too!" I replied with a smile. "I had a pretty amazing wank at bedtime at the thought of what we did!" Wangchuk had a shy smile as he said this and I guess he was checking I was still fine with everything we'd done. I moved close to him and gently rubbed his soft dick through his shorts. "I did too and I can't wait to do it again!" He grinned as I said that, then adjusted his dick in his shorts before suggesting we continue our trip. I'd got my breath back so we pushed on, parking the bikes up as Wangchuk showed me around the Gompa. The views were stunning and I felt like I was in a movie set in Tibet even though I was actually in India. The Gompa had lots of intricate painted walls with the odd Thangka hanging up as well. It was full of Tibetan monks, wandering around in their dark purple robes, lots of younger apprentice monks running from place to place. Some monks were chanting and I'd hear the clang of a gong at times as well. It was amazing! We found a quiet place to take it all in. We sat for a while, just enjoying each other's company and the bustle but also the peaceful surroundings and scenery. After that we explored a bit more before we then cycled back. It was harder heading back, it was slightly uphill back to Leh and then pretty steep into the city centre. I was puffing from the exertion particularly at that steep last bit. Then it was flat back to the guest house but I was pretty knackered by the time we got home, "Fuck I am a hot sweaty mess, that was harder than I thought! Worth it though, it was so beautiful out there. I really need a fucking shower!l" I said, locking the bike up and picking my bag up, thinking that once I was clean I could come back down and hang out with Wangchuk. Wangchuk looked at me shyly, "I, I don't suppose......you'd let me share your shower? You've got the best one and the hot water never usually reaches down to our bathroom with all the guests using it. You have a back up electric one so it's always warm!" I smiled back at him and felt a bit stupid and selfish for not suggesting it myself, "Of course, I'll even scrub your back for you." I said with a cheeky wink which had Wangchuk smiling back.