Date: Fri, 17 May 2013 22:39:31 -0700 From: Amar Patel <patelamar360@gmail.com> Subject: Chapter IX (Indian and American Relations) Written by: Amar Patel Disclaimer: The following story is fictional. The author (myself) is older than 21, anyone who is under the legal age (according to their country, state, or provincial laws) to view erotic material should immediately dissuade themselves from reading further.The story is fictional and similarities to events and persons (living or dead) are purely coincidental and unintentional. If you are offended by homosexual erotica or it is illegal for you to read such material. Please read no further. Copyright: The story may not be copied, distributed, in any way, shape or form without consent from the author. Opinions and Improvements can be sent to my email: patelamar360@gmail.com If you wish to continue to read mine and other authors works, it is important you donate to Nifty. They have provided a rich amount of stories for your enjoyment so it is only fair you give back ;). Comments are always welcomed. And encouragement. _____________________________ Chapter IX Erik awoke to the bright sunlight peering through the cracks in the window shutters, Salvador laid fast asleep he let out soft breaths and was on his side. Erik looked down at the tranquil face and gently ran his hand through the soft hair, he quietly showered and did other morning activities and wrote a note saying he had a twenty four hour shift. When he reached the station Francisco gave a smile and held up two cups of hot coffee and a bag of donut holes. "Why ya so happy we have a twenty four hour shift?" Erik patted the shorter man's head. "Had a good night is all." "Ya got lucky or what?" "How'd you know that?!" Francisco said with surprise "Your face says all." Erik laughed "Aww shit guess I have to tell all." " Tell me in the engine, this isn't a talk show." Erik and Francisco walked to the lockers and dressed into their gear. They sat on the top and looked down as their fellow fireman walked about chatting and heading in various directions. Erik popped a donut hole into his mouth and Francisco twiddled his thumbs. He seemed nervous and Erik wondered why, a girl was a girl and he known Francisco for ages. "You alright?" "Yeah.. about my night. Don't get all weirded out alright?" "Francisco ya tell me everything no matter what it is." "Recently I been dating a.. a guy and last night he fucked me." "You gay Francisco?" "Yeah, me and Avan we just fit together." Francisco was crestfallen. "Good for you." Erik said "You not a homophobic Calleja? A straight guy like you?" "Francisco, ya know that Indian guy you used to see?" "Murali?" as Francisco said the name the pain welled up into Erik's chest. "Yeah... me and him had a thing going to. But, guess I wasn't good enough for him or something.... He left me. Try to keep your boyfriend it hurts to be rejected." Francisco looked at Erik and saw his eyes become watery. As a way to cheer him up he playfully joked " Guess you like them dark." Erik smiled slightly "Guess I do." "You know I saw that Spanish guy the other day and I think he is muy guapo (very handsome). Maybe you can ask him out?" "I known him for years ,we're friends." "Yeah, guess your heart is still on that Indian guy huh?" "Ya think he'll come around?" "With your ass and face I would prance back any day man." "You're a sick culo aren't ya?" "Damn that Spaniard is teaching you some hurtful words." Francisco laughed A voice then boomed across the room "Anyone seen Calleja?!" Erik saw Cecil waving at him from across the room "Calleja you got a visitor!" When Erik jogged over , Cecil gave a wink " She's a looker." Erik walked into the lobby and there stood a very beautiful woman, she wore her silky black hair in a braid that ran down her back and her skin was a warm brown. She had a very kind face, with a motherly air about her. Her brown eyes and full lips dyed from a ruby red lipstick and a red dot was adorned on her forehead. She wore an aquamarine sari with elegant golden patterns that showed off her figure. She smiled as Erik entered the room and extended her hand, Erik saw what made her so familiar. "Hello, I am Lavanya Khan." Her english was accented but perfectly understandable. "Hello." Erik shook her hand. "I have come to ask a favor, would you come with me for a brief walk?" She turned and with came an intoxicating aroma of lavender. Erik followed and they sat outside on a bench, She went to her rental car and pulled out a leather purse. "I have come to speak to you about my brother." "Something happen to him?" Erik asked with fear. "Not physically but he has forgotten his happiness, he wants to make our parents happy and so that is why he left you." She pulled out a metal box "Here , I know he still loves you. He keeps your photos in here, I see him look at them." Erik took the box and opened it to see a bound stack of photos, he lifted it and smiled." He kept these?" Lavanya nodded "I want you to come with me to India, so we can show you still love him too." Erik looked at her dumbstruck " Me? India? but.. I can't ya know just go whenever I want to." Lavanya smile did not fade "That is why I told your boss about your situation and he has agreed to give you a break." "Cecil?" Erik looked back at the station and he thought "That sneaky bastard." with a grin "I will pay for you to come." Lavanya said with a soothing tone. "I guess if it's the only chance I got I will, but I have to pack." "You may bring one other person with you." Lavanya said as she patted Erik's hand. "Thanks." Erik gave her a smile and she got and went to her car. "Wake up at 6 am and meet me at the airport by 8." She waved and drove off. Erik watched her go and headed back inside to grab his things, Francisco gave a thumbs up and Cecil nodded at him. Erik headed to Cecil's office and knocked. "Come in Calleja." "Cecil, ya really gonna let me go to India?" "Calleja, I doin it for your own good. I chased my wife all the way to Poland back in 89 now I can say it was worth it. Not gonna let you blow a chance at romance. Good luck." "Grazzi Cecil." "Yeah yeah, bring me back some bollywood movies will you?" "You can count on me." Erik lifted his bag and walked out into the lobby with a brief wave to Francisco he departed from the station. He drove home and saw that Arman and Alphonse were sitting on the porch waiting. Lavanya had taken more steps then he thought, Arman surprisingly was not the first to approach rather Alphonse as he got out of the car. Alphonse held a rather large bag and handed it to Erik. "Eet eez what I could make from the bakery that would not expire, Pleez eef you can give these to Murali and eat theem on the way eet would help me to know that I have helped." "Merci Beaucoup Alphonse, tu as un grand coeur (you have a big heart)". Erik said taking the goods. Arman then came and held out his hand, the ring that Murali had abandoned rested in his hand and glowed with a sheen."You will need this we will take care of things here. I have already told Salvador to pack, I know you would choose to take him." Erik took the ring and placed it in his pocket "Thanks Arman, you two can stay if you want." "We are sorry but we have some plans, we will see you when you THREE get back." Erik smiled and Arman patted his shoulder and left with Alphonse. Erik entered the house and saw Salvador kneeled in front of the table in prayer. With a final utterance Salvador stood and smiled gently, he had already packed the suitcases neatly and with a nod went to make lunch. Erik watched him work his magic with the flurry of spices and mixtures. They sat down and ate and Salvador prodded at his food while Erik wolfed it down. EVentually they sat on the couch and Erik noticed that Salvador was reluctant to sit near him. "Salvador soemthing bothering ya?" "No nada (no nothing)." "Salvador are you worried about how close you been with me lately?" "Yes, I feel like an intruder." "I'm sorry , ya know if it weren't for you I wouldn't be going tomorrow. Ya gave me strength. Cheer up okay?" Salvador smiled and Erik patted the couch and he scooted over, Erik ruffled his hair "Since we're waking up early might as well watch some movies." ________________________________________________________ The next morning, Erik and Salvador did their morning routine and quickly packed their things into the car. They reached the airport at the time that Lavanya requested and saw her waving at the food court. She was dressed in a equally elegant lavender sari that compared with the aquamarine one from yesterday. Her hair was untied and styled in elegant waves and she had three cups of coffee and donuts resting on the table. Erik and Salvador sat with their things and Lavanya smiled bigger. "Good Morning Erik and this must be Salvador hola!" She stood to shake hands and Salvador shook it and air kissed both of her cheeks. She giggled "What a gentlemen." Erik smiled "So, Lavanya which airline are we taking?" "It will be a long flight but I have my connections and we will be riding in comfort. Do not worry." She then suddenly shouted in hindi and Salvador and Erik both turned to see a pilot walking towards them. Lavanya went up and hugged him in greeting. "This is Shams, he is a friend of my husband, he has arranged our flight. Come, Come !" She quickly cleared the table and started walking with the pilot. Soon they were sitting on a first class flight and Erik marveled at the sheer contrast, it resembled more of a hotel than a plane. Television sets rested in the seats and the stewardess and other staff were dressed very stylishly, there was only two other people and they basically had the luxury cabin to themselves. Throughout the flight Lavanya remained bubbly and cheerful but soon that attitude changed when they were approaching New Delhi. She became very serious and her smiled turned into a expressionless face. Though the early morning was quite lovely she took no notice of it. "When we touch down, you two must stay close to me. Watch your pockets and make no eye contact with anyone. Do not speak to anyone who approaches you with deals and do not give money out. I am warning you to not do this or else." She said ominously as the plane touched down. When they grabbed their bags and piled in the taxi the driver looked curiously at Salvador and Erik, but frowned seeing Lavanya. With a sigh he fumbled with the taxi meter and then conversation came up in Hindi. Lavanya gazed at the meter intenly during the course of the trip and the looked nervous. He dropped them off at the Train Station then Erik saw what Lavanya meant. A large horde of people walked over with hands outstretched , shouting and pleading in unintelligible tongues. Erik held his wallet and several women pulled at his sleeves. "Please sir my child is sick." a motherly woman said "I need a doctor sir." piped another voice. Lavanya then shouted and the crowd of women dispersed and converged on Salvador, Erik watched Salvador hand some euros to the motherly woman and several elderly women pulling at his bags and sleeve. Lavanya then shooed them away and several other beggars gave curious glances. She went up to Salvador with a angry face. "What did I tell you?! Do not give money, some women are lazy, like that mother. In India there are beggars who are very good at begging and there are scammers like our driver who make the meters in their cabs go faster. Your heart is pure and in the right place but this is not the place for charity. Look here come more. Hurry come quickly." She walked with a brisk pace as did Erik and Salvador, they looked back and saw the elderly women blow kisses and the more youthful men and women on their knees pleading. The same motherly woman had her three teenage sons with her smirking. They boarded the train and sat in a private coach, Erik and Lavanya watched the back coaches fill up with people quickly and they watched people resort to climbing on top and letting their feet dangle. Lavanya then turned to Erik with a guilty look. "I am sorry about yelling to your friend, he did the right thing." "Yeah he's that kind of guy, speaking of which where did he go?" Lavanya looked out and pointed "Look, your angel is at it again." Salvador was leading several elderly beggars to the train, they were the grandmotherly types who looked frail and dirty. He gently took each wrinkled hand and pulled them into the train and led them to the coach. Lavanya watched in awe as he sat each one down and received thoughful pats and kisses to his cheek. Erik smiled and Lavanya took out her purse, "I must admit that sometimes in India , if you are a lower caste you must beg. Some people truly need help and your friend seems to have the knack for picking them." She withdrew several bills and divided it into thirds. Salvador walked over with a sheepish look. "Lo siento, they said they were too poor and I could not leave them there. They will be getting off at the next stop. I gave them 50 euros each so they can get by." He sat and bowed his head in guilt. Lavanya patted his knee " It was the right thing to do." she smiled and walked back to chat with the old women. Erik and Salvador watched as Lavanya spoke with the women, they kept turning with teary smiles to look at Salvador. They spoke with grateful tones and gave one final kiss on Salvador's cheeks when the next stop came. They arrived in a more modernized station and New Delhi was quite a sight with its various sky scrapers and monuments. It was still the early morning and the traffic began to build. Lavanya called for a taxi and soon they were headed to their hotel. __________________ Meanwhile in the United States, It was a pleasant night and Arman walked home from work, he was tired and he hoped that Alphonse would eventually allow him to take his virginity. With each passing day however, it seemed to go down in chances. Arman walked up the stairs to the apartment and smelled a sweet aroma, Alphonse had baked something and he inhaled the chocolate scent. He unlocked the door and saw a very romantic setting. The table had been shifted aside and a massage table was placed in the middle of the living room with flickering scented candles. On a small circular table there were several bottles of fragrance oil and a plate of eclairs. Arman gawked at the orange glow and eagerly stuffed an eclair into his mouth, Alphonse walked out in a tank and gym shorts. "Eet took me all day, I want to give you a massage and more mon amour (my love)." Arman smiled "Do you want me to strip?" Alphonse nodded "Eet will pleez me eef you do." he winked and went into the room. Arman locked the front door and eagerly stripped to his birthday suit, he laid on the comfortable table and waited for Alphonse to return. He heard foot steps and a cap being opened, the oil smelled of cherries and was poured onto his back and firm round ass. He sighed as he felt the gentle finger tips press in his back and glided up and down, it was heavenly and he was in bliss. Alphonse moved from his back to Arman's ass, he poured a generous amount and teased the globes with his fingers. He allowed the oil to drip and he gently massaged and stroked, he then ently spread Arman's legs and rubbed his fingers up and down the crack. Arman shifted and moaned as he felt a sensation, Alphonse parted his cheeks and began lapping at his hole with his playful tongue. He moaned as the wetness enveloped his sensitive flesh and grinded into the table with his big cock and the tongue dug into his anus. Alphonse suddenly stopped and had Arman flip over onto his back. Alphonse gazed with admiration at the big pakistani cock, with the purplish head and big balls. "Do you need some service monsieur?" He asked playfully "Yes.." Arman panted. Alphonse smiled and applied oil to Arman's chest , as he massaged he squeezed the pectorals and gently pinched the brown nipples. Arman closed his eyes as Alphonse moved down to his thighs and would rub against his privates on purpose. He heard the shuffling of clothes and felt Alphonse continue with his heavenly touch to his legs and feet. He then felt something engulf his cock. He opened his eyes to see his masseur licking at his cockhead like a kitten for milk, he watched the youth engulf the head and let it pop out from his french mouth. He then began going deeper and took a third, he made slurping sounds and said things like mmm as he slathered the cock with his tongue. With a deep breath he took the majority of the cock down his throat, Arman felt the intense pleasure, his lover sucked it like a porn star. Alphonse then moved on and licked the large sac, he pulled the skin with his lips and Arman groaned. Alphonse smiled and did a rather surprising thing, he climbed on top of his loved now naked and began swaying his hips like a dancer. Arman ran his hands down the chest as his lover performed, Alphonse then sat himself at the end of the table near Arman's feet. Alphonse winked and applied oil to his feet, with a naught glance he took the big shaft between his feet and began stroking up and down. Arman cried out and felt his cock being massaged. Alphonse stopped and he climbed up to meet Arman face to face. "Eet eez now my turn to get a massage, and filling like that eclair." He kissed Arman hungrily and rubbed his butt against the ccok. Arman kissed back "Finally I can ram this into you." "I have been preparing for you." Alphonse replied , he straddled Arman and parted his cheeks to show a slick oiled hole. "It is so pink, it will be red soon enough with a pounding." Arman winked. "I hope the oil makes the pain less." "Let me enter you, switch positions with me." Arman slid off the table and Alphonse laid down with his back to the metal surface. Arman watched as the youth spread his legs and he placed his dark hands on the fair skinned youth. The flesh of his ass was soft and smooth and Arman looked at the oiled hole with lust. Alphonse looked up at him with yearning eyes and Arman understood the silent request and gently placed his cockhead at the entrance. The muscle would not yield so easily as Arman pushed the head against it. "Relax or else it will hurt more." Arman said gently, Alphonse took a breath and felt the head enter his hole. The pain was unbearable and Alphonse cried out as Arman pushed his thick Pakistani cock into him, he then felt a pause as the invader yielded and Arman looked down. "Pleez take eet out, eet eez too big." Arman saw Alphonse's lips quiver. "Shhh, I promise you can do the same to me when you want. I promise it will hurt less soon and feel good. Just five minutes." Arman eased further and felt the hole squeeze his shaft, it was warm inside and he felt a sudden bestial lust overwhelm him. Alphonse whimpered as the giant rod finally entered him completely. Alphonse felt the shaft pull in and out thrusting with a slow pace. Arman fucked his lover slowly, as the whimpers became moans he smiled at the work he was doing. "Your hole is so tight." Arman panted as he began to increase his pace. Alphonse opened his lips and licked them. "OOH eet freels so good inside go faster, harder..." Arman obliged and began slamming in and out rapidly bucking his hips and Alphonse screamed and shouted curse words in french, At times he would half moan as the cock ravaged his hole making the words incomprehensible. "OOOh mon amour , fuck me! oh mon dieu (oh my god)! oh mon dieu!" Alphonse rapidly stroked his cock and Arman slapped his ass. "Tu l'aimes? (You like it?) Tu l'aimes quand je te encule? ( you like it when I fuck you?" "Oui oui. Oh I am going to cum!" Alphonse then squirted his french cream covering Arman with it. "Shit! I am going to fill your ass AAAh." with a final thrust he filled the hole with his Pakistani man cream. Alphonse rubbed his hole with the cock still inside "Mon amour look you filled me so much." Arman collapsed, he wanted the fucking to last longer but he was horny and was eager to bust a nut. "I am tired can we go to bed?" Alphonse nodded and Arman lifted his lover with his cock still inside. " I will sleep with me inside you, I want some milk in the morning." Arman kissed the full lips and they walked to the bedroom. __________________________________ Erik laid his last suitcase down on the hotel room carpet and jumped on the soft bed, Lavanya sat on the oppisite bed with her bags and Salvador went to take a shower. They had shopped for several hours beforehand. Erik looked up at the celling and pondered, he hoped that Murali still loved him or this trip would have been for nothing. Lavanya cleared her throat to get his attention. "I am going home, here is the plan. Tonight I will invite my brother out to dinner, but I will not come. I have arranged for a private booth and you will take my place. I wrote down the address and left it by the television. I will head home now." Lavanya grabbed her things. "Ya did all this for me?" Erik asked Lavanya smiled " For you and Murali he deserves to be happy. The storm is not yet over. You still have my parents to deal with." with that she left. Erik laid on the bed clutching the gold ring in his hand. "She's right, ya got a lot of stuff to go through." he thought. Salvador emerged from the bathroom with his hair surprisingly not gelled, he wore a white t-shirt with a large spanish flag and the spanish word for spain in big red letters at the bottom. He wore light khaki shorts and Erik looked at him with a smile. "Glad to see ya looking like a typical guy." "Are you going to get ready soon?" "Yeah. I'm sorry for always dragging you along. I need to repay ya someday." Salvador shook his head " Verdaderamente, I am having fun." "I hope tonight goes well." "Si Dios quiere." ________________________________________ Murali heard the front door shut and went down the stairs, a part of him was hopeful that Erik would be standing at the foot of the stairs. Lavanya stood alone and she looked up at Murali. Murali felt his heart feel relief from the love he still had, yet he also felt a gnawing pain that Erik did not even come to find him. He finally let the lump subside in his throat and realized it was his own doing that caused this. With a sigh he walked downstairs. "How was the trip?" Lavanya smiled. "It was fine, america was full of HOT highlights." Murali smiled "Bring anything back?" he asked hopefully. "No, just me." Lavanya began making her way upstairs."But I have missed you would you like to go eat dinner tonight?" "Of course." Murali said. "Be ready within an hour, I will meet you there. You know my favorite place, just ask for my name." Lavanya waved her hand and pulled her bags to her room. Murali dressed in his finest sherwani,it was an elegant light blue with silver thread embelishments. He wore white trousers underneath and carefully added a red dot to his forehead. He grabbed the keys to his vespa and put on his shoes, with quiet steps so to not alert his mother and exited the house. He then drove into the lighted streets of New Delhi, he swerved past the occasional cow and ignored the beggars and street merchants who tried to sell him trinkets. He turned the corner and entered the wealthy shopping district, he parked his vespa and entered the eatery. It was traditionally decorated but was spacious and lavish, the waiter gace a polite nod and opened the bok of guests. "Reservation Name ?" he asked. "Lavanya Khan." Murali replied. The waiter smiled and checked the box "Your booth is this way." Murali followed the waiter as he turned into a staircase and mounted the stairs past chatting crowds at tables, he turned into a hallway and led Murali to an oak door. The waiter gave a nod and Murali tipped him. "Please enjoy your dinner, we specialize in vegetarian cuisine. The food was prepared according to your sister's orders. If you wish to not be disturbed please leave the door locked." the waiter departed. Murali took no notice of the strange situation and opened the door to the room. It was not Lavanya that was seated at the table who greeted him but a person that shocked even him. The hazel ocean's looked at him and the dark hair was combed neatly and that face was as handsome as always. Murali felt his knees shake. "E-erik?" Erik stood and walked towards Murali. "Yeah it's me." "Why did you come?" "Ya got to be kidding me...." Erik rubbed his eye "I fly 6,000 miles give or take and that's all you can say?" "Erik I-.." Murali began. "Why did ya have to go like that Murali?" Erik clutched his fists "Ya could've said why at least instea dof leaving me a letter." "I am sorry...." Erik sat on the cushion with a teary face "Sorry for what? Hurting me? Leaving me? What Murali?" Murali sat next to Erik and kissed his cheek "Everything..." Erik wiped his face "Your sister said you still loved me." Murali felt his heart burst open with happiness and courage "I do. I am glad you came. Thank you." "Don't thank me. If it weren't for Salvador I would've stayed home. He told me to keep faith." "Salvador is here?" "Yeah." Murali felt gratitude for Salvador, Erik wiped his face again and Murali leaned to kiss him. Erik pulled back and Murali felt a pain. Erik held his hand "I'm sorry right now it's hard for me to open myself to ya. You tore me up Murali, but I'm starting to forgive. Your are the moon and I am the tide, I am at your whim. That is wha I used to think but right now you are the typhoon and I the coastal town." Murali then felt a object being placed in his hand, it was the gold ring he gave Erik. " You kept this?" "Course... it reminded me that I still have a chance." "Erik can you come with me? I want to take you somewhere." "Alright." "Here help me wrap this food and we will go." __________________________________________ Murali ordered a cab and they drove for some time before it came to a stop and Murali said something to the driver and the man nodded. The cab drove off and Murali took the wrapped food and began to walk towards a large hill with stairs going upwards. Erik followed Murali until they reached the top and Erik saw a glorious hindu temple, it was lavishly decorated with traditional decorations and cnaopies of fabric. A large altar held various offerings and Erik saw two gods a man and woman in a loving embrace. Murali placed the food on the altar and turned "This is the temple dedicated to Parvati and Shiva, according to myth the love they had was so strong it rocked the world and they made love for a large expanse of time. I took you here because I wish to renew our relationship." Murali held Erik's hands "Please?" Erik looked down "I accept but with one condition." "What?" "I want to meet your parents." "But..." "Murali, that is my condition." "Alright..." Erik held him and Murali felt the warmness of his body "I love you." "I love you too Murali." "Can we go to your hotel for tonight?" "Of course, I am a little tired. It's late so don't wake Salvador up." ________________________________________ Salvador sat up in bed to hear the hotel room being opened, he flipped on a lamp and soon was met with two smiles. Murali came over and embraced him tightly and Erik ruffled his hair. Salvador hugged Murali back and yawned. "It is good to see you Murali." Salvador said groggily. "Thank you for helping Erik." Murali replied "De nada." "Ya mind if Murali sleeps here Sal?" Erik asked as he pulled back the blanket "Of course he can stay." Salvador laid back and Murali kissed his cheek. They exchanged sweet dreams and went to sleep. ____________________________________ End of Chapter IX Chapter X is coming soon and please continue sending those emails I love so much.