Date: 17 Apr 2002 07:20:13 -0000
From: Alisha Mathew A <alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com>
Subject: Festival at Pali Hills Gay/Bi?

		     Festival at Pali Hills	By Alisha

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Festival at Pali Hills is one of our greatest festivals celebrated at my
countryside. The temple is situated at the top of a hill called Pali Hills.
People have to climb the hills walking steep steps and the festival time is
only time people visited the temple. The hill is situated in the middle of
paddy fields, which are spread infinite if we see from the top of the hill.
Wooden horses and oxen are constructed and decorated with white clothes and
filled with hay to make them appear like real. Men who are drunk to their
maximum capacity carried the effigies to the hilltop on shoulders. Country
made liquor is served to everyone who needed and willing to consume free of
cost. In fact the deity is of a devilish nature and he is pleased with
offerings like meat, liquor. On the final day hundreds of chicken are taken
to the hills chopped off their heads before the deity. No man would be
participating the festival without consuming liquor. My father was a police
constable and my mother was his fourth or fifth wife. In those days it was
a recognized fact that men belonging to the professions like police,
transport, mahouts, sailors to have any number of concubines, wives and one
night stands wherever they go. It still remains the same but none
acknowledges it.

There is a folksong about the Palli Hills festival. Once there was a
landlord who used to go to the festival taking his tenant. One year the
tenant fell ill and was not able to accompany his master for the festival.
Then the landlord asked the tenant to send his wife to accompany him for
the festival. The tenant was reluctant but he had to send his wife along
with the landlord as the later insisted for that. The festival was over and
the wife returned to the tenant. Then the tenant asked his wife, "Dear how
many times our landlord fucked you?". The wife got furious and replied that
she did not do like that and blamed her husband for cheating on her while
going to the festival. "It may be you who fuck all women when going to
festival and that's why you are suspicious about me", she said. Then the
tenant sang a few lines meaning "Thou who had forced me to eat his phallus
while going to the festival, will he spare you without fucking?". The lady
could not suppress her laughter, she lingered her lips with her tongue in
some sweet memory. The story added more popularity to the festival.

I asked my mother for giving permission to attend the festival. But my
father did not give permission, my mother was afraid to ask him too. My
father was my mother's third husband. In those days women were free to
accept or reject men as and when they please. I was born as her only son
after a long period of her married life. Others cursed her as a lady not
able to conceive. When she became pregnant she was overjoyed. She started
making offerings to different gods and did so many prayers and rituals. So
I am her one and only son. She loved me very much. I had been pestering her
for a long time to take me to the Palli Hills festival. But she could not
compel my dad, who was a cruel man. He had a long moustache and he always
appeared drunk. He did not show much attention to me. He had so many
children born out of so many women and he did not bother about his kids.

I was blessed by visit of an uncle. He was a friend of my father and when
he came for his visit, he brought two bottles of rum to entice my father.
My father's eyes popped out when he saw the rum bottle. Soon he ordered my
mother to fry some fish and make a chutney with lot of pepper. They drank
sitting on the verandah, the uncle did not take much but my father drank
most of it like a thirsty man just found water in an oasis. Soon my father
was knocked off and he lay there without his dress and I could see his big
penis flaccid with a big mat of hair at its roots. My penis was very small
at that time. Then I heard some sound coming from inside our house. I
peeped through the windows and saw my mother lying on the floor naked like
the day she was born. The uncle was on top of her moving in and out with
his fat belly. I could see only his buttocks and hairy legs from my point
of view. He was grunting and my mother was lying still on the floor. His
big belly and my mother's fat abdomen were moving in unison like two water
bags rubbing on each other. Then the uncle made a cry and the next instant
he fell aside my mother. My mother hurriedly covered herself with the cloth
nearby and moved to the kitchen. They did not see me prying on them.

I was happy when the uncle offered me to take to the festival. He asked my
father to grant permission and he gave a slight nod. He was busy finishing
the rum, he poured a lot of water into the bottle, shacked it and emptied
it into the throat. I put a worn out knickers and the only good shirt I had
and started with my uncle to the Palli hills. We got a bullock cart to the
temple. The journey was not at all comfortable, wherever they found a toddy
( liquor made from coconut trees mixed with spirit) shops the cart driver
and the uncle went there and came back with foul smelling faces. I did not
mind it my mind was very happy and excited about the festival. The road
ended near a paddy field. From thereon we had to walk. The hill was
surrounded by paddy fields from all sides. People made big oxen effigies
using hay and clothes and took them on their shoulders to the temple. It
was the great celebration. Most of them were heavily drunk and more than
often the effigy fell on them crushing someone's legs.  My uncle did not
join the crowd who were busy making and taking effigies, he took me to the
side where temporary shops were made. They catered balloons, bangles,
powders of different colurs, which women buy to put on their forehead. It's
a symbol of their chastity and marriage. He bought me a balloon and took me
through heavy crowd of women and children.

Whenever he saw a gathering of women he sneaked our way through them taking
me dragged with him. As soon as we pass the women, we heard curses like,
'bastard, mother fucker, sister fucker'. I did not understand why women
become furious when we pass them. But my uncle did not bother about it.
Then I saw him cupping breasts of an old lady and she smiling at him. We
passed them fast and moved to another shop. My uncle was busy whenever he
found a woman measuring her vital statistics. They responded with curses
and double strong four letter words of our language.

Then the shops ended, we entered the premises of the temple appeared. It
was not much of a temple but some rocks and a place shielded with some
tiled roof. There were lot of chicken heads chopped off. The deity was a
fierce witch as per the mythology. She killed her enemy and dance crushing
his penis. So she was supposed to be in her most abusive mood. The
objective of the festival was supposed to cool her temper by calling abuses
and ugly words. Therefore women were not permitted to enter the temple. Men
were shouting filthy slogans and all of them were drunk to their core. Then
an old man about 90 years came with shaking legs. He stood before the
goddess and when he stopped to pray the crowd stopped shouting. Then he
revealed his penis to the god and roared, "Ma, I have only this to show to
you", people roared again seeing his audacity and eagerness to participate
in the festival. Then my uncle took me away after praying for a while.

I was taken to another area of the temple, there was a small mud road
leading away from the temple. We walked through the dark narrow path and
finally reached a small hut with roofs made of palm leaves. There was a
middle aged lady, came with a glass and poured liquor into it and offered
to my uncle. He took it and gave her ten bucks for that. She smiled seeing
the new currency note and put it into her blouse. She had enormous breasts
which the blouse was finding it very difficult to support. Then my uncle
asked for some pickles to eat with the strong smelling drink. But she said
she does not have any. Then the uncle boldly hiked her dress and searched
around her pussy. I was seeing a matured woman's cunt for the first time.
It was thickly covered with dark mat of hairs. My uncle scratched her pubic
mound with his palm and sniffed at it. As he was not satisfied with it, he
put his thumb finger inside her vagina once again and kept it moving for a
few seconds. The lady did not offer any resistance and my uncle again
sniffed at his fingers. That time he was satisfied and he used his finger
sniffing and drinking the liquor. I had found for the first time in my life
a woman's cunt could be used as a substitute for light refreshment to
accompany a drink!. She lowered her dress and poured another stiff round
into the glass. Again my uncle hiked her dress and rotated his fingers into
her pussy. He drank the liquor with the help of her cunt smell.

He then looked at me and said, "what are you looking at?"  "nothing" I
said.  "Do you want to feel her pussy?"  I did not reply. He then took my
hand and put it on the woman's big cunt. I tried to take my hand away, but
I was craving for the touch of a cunt from inside. The lady then tried to
lower her dress and scolded my uncle, "Don't teach him bad things".  Then
my uncle laughed and said, "you don't have to teach him anything, do you
know who is his father?". The lady nodded nay. Then my uncle said, "he is
son of ---", he said my father's name. The lady showed surprise. Uncle said
again, "let him feel your cunt". That time the lady showed no reluctance.
She hiked her dress again and came close to me. I could smell her sweat and
perspiration. But it was some what intoxicating to me. My uncle was
drinking the liquor. I boldly touched her furry pussy. My uncle saw it
through the corner of his eyes and said, 'didn't I tell you that you don't
have to teach him anything. Let him feel you, he is your inheritor, no?', I
did not understand the meaning. My fingers traveled through her dark mat of
hair. How much hair she is having at her pussy?, will I grow this much hair
when I grow up, I wondered. Then the uncle asked her to pour one more
drink. While she was busy pouring the drink, I was busy feeling inside of
her pussy. I took my hand to my nose and sniffed. It smelled like a baked
banana. I too liked the smell, no wonder my uncle was satisfied with the
sniff at her pussy instead of the pickles. There was something intoxicant
about a woman's cunt. Would every woman's cunt smell like that?. Then I saw
my uncle unhooking her blouse and her two breasts were swaying free. She
wore nothing under it. My uncle began to crush the melons and he tried to
take the black nipples into his mouth. I felt something sticky in my
fingers. The smell was stronger and my fingers were more wet. Then my uncle
took my hand away from her cunt. He gave me half glass of the drink and
asked me to drink it. It was burning down its path to my stomach. How could
he drink such a fishy burning drink. He removed the lady's blouse, made her
complete nude and carried her to the room inside. "wait here and tell us if
someone comes", he said before disappearing into the unlit room.

I waited for them. I knew what they were upto. My uncle would be poking her
lying on her top like what he did to my mother. I too will poke her if my
uncle permit me, I thought. Then I heard someone approaching from distance.
His voice seemed familiar to me. He was drunk and was telling the worst
kind of abuses loudly. I recognized the voice with sudden fear, it was my
father coming to the same house. What would he do if he saw me there?, I
was afraid. Then I saw my uncle hurriedly coming out naked with his dress
in his hand. The lady was nowhere to be seen. He caught my hand and moved
out, "lets hide here, its your father", he took me to the shadow of plants
grown near the sidewalls of the path. Then my father appeared, he was fully
drunk. He was calling abuses at everybody. "who is that?", he looked at us
and barked. We did not say anything. He kicked at our direction and got his
feet hit a rock. He felt the pain, he moved to the hut calling,
'Parkaveeee, where are you bitch?'.

We escaped without invoking suspicion to him. "Lets go home", he said. We
stopped to see fireworks for some time. My balloon was forgotten at that
lady's hut. My uncle bought me another one and a cheap toy. He searched for
some women crowd. But he was disappointed. We walked through the paddy
fields. It was about midnight when we reached about 1 km away from my
house. There was a school nearby. He stopped there and asked me to follow.
'Lets have some rest', he said. He entered the school through an open
window. A dog barked somewhere. He took me through the window. He put two
or three benches together and lay there. He asked me to lay beside him. I
obligued. The drink was making my head spinning.

I could not sleep. He was hugging me. His breath smelt rotten, his
moustache hurt my cheeks. He was kissing me. I didn't like it. Then he
unbuttoned my knickers and took my fly out. He tried to peel the skin
backward. I tried to take his hand away. But my penis was getting hard. He
began to shake my small penis slowly. I felt an unknown pleasure. Then my
penis shivered and I felt something hit on my head. It was my first orgasm.
Then my uncle lowered my knickers and began to put his penis between my
thighs. I felt ashamed. He was behaving like I was a woman. He did a lot of
things to me.  He made me to lay on my chest and moved his hard rock penis
between my buttocks. He tried to make me suck his penis. But I did not do
it. He woke me up in early morning and we proceeded to our home. I did not
look into his eyes. I was blushed to the chore, my uncle did not come to
our house. When my mother saw me she asked, "How was the festival,
son?". "Great", I answered.