Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2014 08:04:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brian Stivers <brianstivers@yahoo.com>
Subject: An adventure in Nepal
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It's 11:30pm and the A330 jet that I'm a passenger on has just landed
at the airport serving New Delhi, India. Although I'm well traveled, this
is my first time in India. I've just flown from the states via Amsterdam
and I'm more than ready to stretch my legs and experience this part of the
world. Out of the 300 or so passengers, I would say that 70 percent of
them are Indian, with most of the women dressed in colorful saris. The
flight was fairly comfortable considering I was in a coach seat. I'm a
single, gay, 35 year old white American guy from southern California. I'm
6'1", still fit at 180lbs, with dark blond hair and lightly tan skin from
always being outside either running or playing at the beach.
It looks like the plane is almost at the gate. Apparently very eager
to get off, the mostly Indian crowd has unbuckled their seat belts and
begun opening the overhead bins collecting their belongings. At this
point, I'm happy to be seated in a window seat near the back so I can just
sit back and watch the commotion of so many people trying to move at the
same time. I finally see movement and the seats and aisle near me are
clear enough for me to stand and collect my small duffle bag which has been
stowed for the past 9 hours above my head. As I advance toward the front
of the aircraft, I am suddenly hit with a blast of warm, humid air with the
faint scent of air pollution mixed with the slightest scent of flowers.
The plane is not parked at a jet bridge and we must descend a portable
stairway and are being ushered into busses which will take us to the
terminal building.
Since everyone else appears to be in quite a hurry, I am relieved to
be in the final bus which is only about half full. It is September and
even though I'm wearing a t-shirt and casual shorts and it is now past
midnight, the hot Indian air already has me breaking a bit of a sweat.
After about a five minute drive, the bus has pulled up to the terminal so I
follow the signs marked immigration and customs. In order to travel to
India, it was necessary for me to get a tourist visa prior to the trip.
Having passed through immigration without a hitch, I've just picked up my
backpack from luggage claim and am now headed to the customs checkpoint.
Again with no red tape, I've cleared customs and I'm ready to change some
money and find a taxi to my hotel. As I exit the customs hall, I'm
bombarded with young Indian men offering to take my bags but I politely
decline as I'm able to handle my things on my own. Seeing several currency
change booths, I head for the nearest one and get a few hundred dollars
worth of rupees. I locate the taxi sign and head for the queue which is
just outside the airport arrivals exit.
Only a few minutes have gone by and I have arranged for a taxi to take
me to my hotel which is in the central part of New Delhi. The taxi is
fairly new and has air conditioning which is a pleasant surprise. From the
laminated placard on the back of the seat in front of me I see that my
driver's name is Satnam. He had greeted me with a pleasant smile while I
took note of his very white teeth against his very dark skin. Over the
years I've known some handsome Indian men and Satnam falls into that
category. Though extremely tired, I'm eagerly taking in my new
surroundings during the 30 minute drive. I'd have to say that this is one
of the most undeveloped and poor places I have ever traveled to. Passing
through many shanty towns I realize there are many poor in India. I know
that India has a very large and growing middle class, but with 1.2 billion
people, even a middle class of a few hundred million still leaves many
poor.
We've arrived at my five star hotel and there is a very noticeable
contrast with its modern fa‡ade compared to the poverty stricken areas
through which I have just traveled. Normally, I stay at budget places, but
friends had told me to splurge during my short 2 night stay in India. I
settle with Satnam and give him the equivalent of a ten dollar tip of which
he seems very appreciative. A very handsome young bellman who appears to
be in his mid teens takes my bags and puts them on a trolley. He greets me
with a pleasant smile and says his name is Kamal and he asks for my name.
I tell him I am Josh and he escorts me to the lobby and offers me a
comfortable seat on an easy chair.
After less than a minute, I'm greeted by a young man named Dipak and
he introduces himself as the front desk manager and offers me a tray with a
cup of tea and places it on the table in front of me. He also gives me a
check-in packet which I only need to sign and asks me for a credit card.
Dipak returns within a few minutes and asks young Kamal to escort me to my
room. Dipak informs me that Kamal will be happy to help me unpack and
arrange a snack if I so desire.
As we step off of the elevator on my floor, I can't help but be
impressed with this hotel. Not only is it extremely posh, the staff are
very attentive and seem to anticipate all of my needs. As Kamal leads me
to my room at the end of the hall, I admire his fit frame. He is about
5'6" and thin at about 120 lbs. He has mocha skin with big brown eyes, a
small nose, and beautiful lips. He could almost pass for a latino. As he
opens my door with a key card I notice his very masculine hands topped off
by manicured nails. Kamal holds the door open and lets me pass. He steps
out to the trolley and collects my two bags and reenters and places the
backpack on a valet and my small duffle bag on a shelf in the room's foyer.
When first offered Kamal's assistance to unpack my bags, I was going to
decline, but now with this very cute teen in my room, why not have him stay
for a bit.
Kamal asks if he may unpack for me and I smile and happily accept his
offer. Before he begins with my bags, he asks me if I would like to have a
bath before bed and that he could draw the water before he begins
unpacking. I'm a little in awe of my royal treatment. Although not much
of a bath taker, I also accept this bit of pampering as well. Kamal
disappears into my bathroom and I hear the water begin flowing. After
returning, he asks if I would like a light snack for after my bath. He
suggests a fruit plate which I agree to along with a cold beer. Kamal then
stands in front of me and asks if he can help to undress me after my long
journey. I tell him I'm capable so he begins carefully unpacking my small
bags and neatly placing everything either on a hanger or perfectly folded
into a drawer. I have a pair of hiking boots which I will be using during
my next destination of Nepal which he asks if I would like to have polished
and shined. I decline. Since Kamal offered to undress me, I'm not shy and
take off everything, including my bikini briefs so that my soft cut 6
inches can now hang free of its confines.
Kamal looks me up and down and says that I am a very healthy man. He
smiles and leads me into the bathroom where he turns off the flowing water
and tests the temperature. He says that it is perfect and supports me
while I step in and sit down. Kamal takes some bath beads and puts them
into the very warm water. He then asks me if he could wash my back for me.
I am thinking that this night is only getting better and better. I look at
his handsome face and accept his offer. As I have already relaxed and
leaned back with my head resting on the edge of the tub, I begin to lean
forward, when Kamal gently touches my shoulder and says to stay and that he
will begin with my chest. I close my eyes and I can tell that Kamal has
gotten up. The lights are dimmed and Kamal returns to a kneeling position
next to the tub. I feel a wash cloth begin a gentle caress on my slightly
hairy but firm chest. Kamal washes each pectoral causing my nipples to
harden. He moves from my chest and washes each arm pit and the length of
my arms and each hand.
As he washes my neck he gives me a comforting massage and cleans each
ear. Between the warm water and Kamal's soothing touch, I am very close to
falling asleep. Now, without losing contact with my body, he guides his
cloth covered hand down past my chest to my firm belly. After spending
just a few minutes on my belly, his hand boldly travels to my groin and
gently takes hold of my loose balls and still soft cock. He begins softly
fondling my package as I feel my manhood starting to come to life. Kamal
drops the cloth in the bath water and continues to massage my now hard 8
inches with his bare hand. I open my eyes and Kamal is looking directly at
me, not with a smile, but with a smoldering look of lust. I lean into him
just enough and our lips meet. We begin kissing and I push my tongue into
his warm mouth. He answers with his own tongue now in mine. He's still
massaging my hard cock when he breaks the kiss and tells me he will
undress.
I watch Kamal as he deliberately unbuttons his shirt and hangs it on
the door hook. He follows with his trousers which soon accompany his
shirt. He now pulls his white under shirt over his head and I am able to
admire his beautiful smooth chest and flat belly. I see no trace of hair
under his arms or even leading down into his briefs. Now it's time for the
briefs and Kamal pulls them down freeing his uncut, still soft 5 inches
hanging over two very smooth balls. His dark foreskin barely covers his
pink head. As he turns to place his underwear on the vanity, I almost gasp
out loud at the sight of the small round globes of his perfect little
bubble butt. His thighs, while muscular are still very coltish. His vee
shaped torso ends at his thin waist just above the tiny dimples at the top
of his cute little ass.
As Kamal turns back towards me, his soft dick swings from side to side
as he approaches the tub. Before he steps in, I take hold of his sexy
package and feel the warm smooth skin of his ample cock. I take my hand
and slide it back to one of his perfect buns and guide him so that I can
take his soft cock into my mouth. I am rewarded with a mouthful of a
slightly salty soft penis. There is no taste of bitterness, only the sweet
and salty flavor of teen boy cock. As I start to bob on his cock it begins
to harden. Kamal lets me suck him for a few minutes when he pulls out and
tells me that we only have a short time as he will be needed in the lobby.
He has me stand up and rinses the soap off of me with the spray hose. He
now gets on his knees and takes my throbbing 8 inches down to my trimmed
pubes. Kamal's excellent cock sucking skills have me on the edge in no
time. I stop him long enough to tell him that I am close to cumming. He
goes back down on my meat and within a few minutes I fill his belly up with
a very large load of my juice. He stands and begins to leave but I gently
grab his arm and tell him to stay for a moment. I sink back down into the
tub and take his satiny smooth hard cock back into my mouth where I proceed
to pleasure him until he erupts his salty nectar into my throat.
Kamal bends down and kisses me on the mouth and says he will return in
a few minutes with my fruit and beer. He tells me to enjoy my bath and to
relax. I watch as he covers his perfect brown body and leaves the
bathroom. I hear the hall door close and decide to rinse off and go lay in
my bed. I'm not sure when, but Kamal has turned down my bed which I slip
into and cover with the cotton duvet. Not five minutes go by when Kamal
lets himself back into my room carrying a tray which has a plate of fresh
fruit and a cold beer. He sets the tray down on the bed next to me and
offers me my beer. I reach over and caress his trouser covered hip and
thank him for a wonderful bath. I unzip his fly and reach in and maneuver
his soft cock out of his pants. I pull him toward me and once again take
him into my mouth. His cock only takes a moment to harden and I take him
all the way to his pubes. I pull off long enough to ask him if he has a
little time and he says that while he was out, he checked with his
supervisor and was told to stay with me until he is done assisting me with
my unpacking. I proceed to take his pants off and he steps out of them and
drapes them over a chair. He quickly takes off the rest of his clothes and
takes the tray from my bed to the desk. Now naked, Kamal pulls back the
duvet and nestles between my thighs and takes my hard cock back into his
mouth.
After a good ten minutes pleasuring my cock, he drops down and gives my
balls and perineum a tongue bath before plunging his tongue into my tight
hole. He returns to my cock until I pull him up to me and have him sit on
my face so I can feast on the pink rosebud buried between his dark muscular
buns. Kamal rocks back and forth on my face moaning with pleasure while
jacking me off. He bends down and takes my cock in his mouth when I nudge
him off and get behind him on my knees. I go back to eating his pucker.
After his pucker is good and wet, I line up my 8 inches and gently push my
head through his tight entrance. He takes it with no problems and I push
all the way in and begin fucking him with purpose but at the same time with
affection. His ass is so tight I don't last long. After less than five
minutes buried in this sweet Indian teen boy, I cry out and shoot my cum
into his warm ass.
I am beat and slowly pull out of Kamal's luscious ass. I lift him up
onto his knees and we share an open mouthed kiss. I lay back down and have
Kamal feed me his still hard cock. He straddles my chest and plunges his
cock into my throat. I grab his ass and force him to face fuck me. I can
taste his precum flowing and can't wait until I get the main course. Kamal
begins an aggressive assault on my mouth and goes still as he shoots his
second load of the evening into my wanting mouth. He pulls out and bends
down and we share another sexy kiss.
Kamal whispers in my ear a thank you. I whisper back my thanks. He
lifts up and tells me to get some sleep and that he will wake me in the
morning with a cup of tea or coffee and some warm pastries. I tell him
coffee will be fine and watch as he dresses. Before leaving, Kamal bends
down and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. I watch as he leaves and
before the door closes I close my eyes and sleep soundly for the next 8
hours.
I am roused out of a dream knowing that I am in the process of having
my dick sucked. I open my eyes and Kamal has the duvet pulled back and
lies naked bobbing up and down on my hard cock. I pull his groin to my
face and we have a 69. His dick is even prettier today. Last night as I
slept, I wondered if the fact I hadn't been with a boy for half a year gave
me rose colored glasses in evaluating Kamal. No rose colored glasses are
necessary as Kamal's nubile god like teen body is absolute perfection.
Although not rushing, I have a feeling Kamal can't stay long so I work over
his cock with my mouth at double speed anticipating his nectar. Kamal
returns the favor and my cock is erupting into his mouth. No more than 30
seconds after I begin to cum, Kamal's cock squirts a fresh load of his
juice into my mouth. Kamal spins around and gives me a tongue filled kiss
then gets up and dresses.
Kamal asks me what I am doing on this day and I tell him I'm going to
visit Agra which is where the Taj Mahal is located. He tells me that he
will arrange a car to take me and that he will return in an hour to take me
to the lobby. I watch as this stunning Indian boy walks out of my room. I
drink my coffee and eat a few pastries before brushing my teeth and taking
a shower. Grooming complete, I take a seat in the easy chair and watch a
little television.
Almost exactly 60 minutes from when he left, Kamal lets himself in my
room and greets me with his wet mouth. I would rather stay in my room
fucking Kamal all day, but I let him lead me to the lobby where he
introduces me to my driver, who happens to be Kamal's brother Amar. Amar
appears to be around 20 years old and is even more handsome than Kamal if
at all possible. Amar takes my hand and escorts me to his late model car.
Kamal says see you later Mr. Josh and tells me I will have a good day with
his brother.
Amar and I set off on the 4 hour drive to Agra. During the drive,
Amar asks me if I had a good evening last night and smiles while looking
back at me through the rear view mirror. I tell him that Kamal is a very
good host and my evening couldn't have been any better. We arrive at the
Taj Majal which is stunning but the grounds are surrounded by poverty and
squalor. Amar takes me on a personal tour telling me about this majestic
structure in great detail. For most of the tour, he has my hand which
doesn't seem out of place as I see many other men walking hand in hand. I
have a hard time concentrating on the edifice with Amar's stunning beauty
distracting me. We spend about 3 hours on our tour and I tell Amar that I
am ready to go. He asks if everything is okay and I tell him the day
couldn't be better. When we return to the car, Amar has me sit in the
front with him. He starts the car so the air con will cool it off. He
then turns to me and bends down with his face in my lap and unzips my fly.
Without a word, he pulls my hardening cock out and engulfs its entire
length. Getting a blow job by this handsome Indian man in such a public
place has me erupting in Amar's mouth in less than five minutes. He pulls
off of my cock and kisses me on the mouth, sharing my cum with me. He says
that his brother asked him to give me an afternoon treat before heading
back to the hotel. Luckily, we weren't caught as there are a good amount
of people milling about the parking area.
Now, after about an hour on the road, I reach over and unzip Amar's
fly and pull his cock out. Wow, his uncut soft cock is about 7 inches and
dark and smooth like his brother's cock. Without permission, I bend down
into his lap and taste his man flesh. The road is not in the best
condition so the ride is quite bumpy. I service his hard cock for about 30
minutes when without warning he shoots his savory cum into my mouth. I
swallow most of it, but some is dripping down my chin. I pull up and Amar
kisses me with his tongue, lapping up the remains of his juice. He tells
me that he cannot come to my room but that Kamal will take care of all of
my needs when we return.
We finally arrive back at the hotel where Kamal is there to greet me.
I give Amar a generous tip for a wonderful afternoon and he gives me an
affectionate embrace. Kamal escorts me into the lobby where Dipak spots me
and asks me how my day has been. I tell him it was wonderful and that Amar
was an excellent tour guide. Dipak tells me that Kamal will take me to my
room and draw me a bath so I can wash away the remains of my journey.
Dipak also says that he has enough staff so Kamal can help with my bath and
he won't be needed in the lobby for the next hour. I thank Dipak and
follow Kamal to my room.
As we enter my room, I realize I have never asked Kamal how old he is.
He tells me that he is 14. I lay a kiss on his sensuous mouth and begin
undressing him. I drop to my knees and take his soft dick into my mouth.
I then stand up and yank my clothes off. I carry this adorably sexy boy to
my bed and lay him on his stomach. I admire his little brown bubble butt
and grab onto each hard cheek and give them a couple of squeezes. I pull
them apart revealing Kamal's hot little rosebud and I dive in with my
tongue leading the way. Although, I don't mind a sweaty ass crack, Kamal's
ass crack is amazingly dry and his tight moist hole tastes like it has a
hint of honey in it. I dine on this 14 year old's ass for about 30 minutes
and have him wiggling and writhing all over the bed. Having come up for
air, I now place the head of my leaking cock at his entrance and push in
all the way to my pubes. Knowing time is short, I fuck his tight ass with
abandon. After 15 minutes of fucking, I shoot my juice into Kamal's ass.
I pull off and turn him over and dive on his throbbing cock. I am rewarded
with Kamal's milk only a minute after going down on him. As it has been
nearly an hour, Kamal dresses and leaves me while telling me that he will
be back this evening. I take a shower, order room service, and lay down.
I dine on a wonderful meal of garlic naan and an Indian platter with five
or six different items, one of which is my favorite, chicken tikka massala.
My flight for Kathmandu, Nepal leaves early the next morning, so I am
a bit saddened to have to say good bye to Kamal's sexy body. I fall
asleep, to once again being woken up by my dick being sucked by a very
naked Kamal. I start to moan which lets Kamal know I am now awake. I
leave him on my hard cock and admire his incredible backside. Kamal
proceeds to go from tonguing my head to licking down my shaft to taking
each of my balls into his mouth one at a time. He repeats this over and
over until I am close to cumming. Not wanting to cum yet, I pull him off
of my cock and lay him out on his back. I line my cock up with his eager
hole and shove my hardness all the way in and begin fucking Kamal with a
fury. With his feet up on my shoulders, I can see his feet and am amazed
at how perfect they are too, just like the rest of him. I can't resist and
take his toes into my mouth, eventually tasting every toe on both feet.
Kamal must have a foot fetish, as he unloads buckets of his cum all over
his flat belly without even touching his hard cock. I wipe my fingers in
his cum and begin feeding it to my hungry mouth until it's all gone. I
hold onto his still hard cock and squeeze all the remaining cum out and
feed it to Kamal. He greedily takes my fingers in his mouth and sucks on
them as I continue to ravage his ass. I can't hold back any longer and my
cock spasms and shoots my man juice into Kamal's bowels. I pull out and
lay by his side. Knowing that Kamal would wake me in the morning, I shut
my eyes.
I wish that I could order a blow job as a wake-up call at every hotel.
Once again, a naked Kamal has my hard 8 inches in his mouth and he is
feasting on my cock like he hasn't eaten in weeks. I look over at the
clock and realize I don't have much time until I leave for the airport. I
decide that I want to eat one more of Kamal's loads and pull him off of my
throbbing dick. I have him scoot up while straddling me and take his cock
in my mouth. Kamal face fucks me for about ten minutes with my middle
finger fucking his tight hole. I am rewarded with my last taste of Kamal's
juice as he erupts in my mouth. Kamal looks over at the time and tells me
to go have a shower and he will pack my bags. As I enter the bedroom
refreshed and clean, I see that Kamal has brought me a breakfast tray with
coffee and an assortment of pastries and fruit. Kamal excuses himself and
says he'll be up in about ten minutes to escort me to the lobby.
My two nights in New Delhi come to an end as Kamal takes me outside
and puts my bags in the trunk of Amar's car. I had already given Kamal a
very nice tip in my room and took him in my arms for a warm embrace. With
no one paying attention, I give Kamal an open mouth kiss then say good bye.
Before I know it, we are at the airport and Amar is taking my bags
out. I pay him for his service and embrace him and thank him for his
kindness. Amar squeezes my ass and says that maybe next time he can fuck
me. I wink at him and tell him that is a possibility.
After having gone through the check-in process and passing through
immigration control and security, I am boarding my 1 hour and 45 minute
flight to Kathmandu. Even though it is a relatively short flight, we are
served a hot meal and a beverage. On our approach to Kathmandu, I can see
the beginnings of the Himalayas and the lush greenery. Getting off of the
aircraft on air stairs again, I am greeted with a much less hectic
atmosphere then in New Delhi. Passing through immigration and customs is a
breeze and I change money over before taking a taxi to my hotel in
Kathmandu. I always assumed that Nepali people would resemble Indians but
there is definitely a difference. Although sharing similarities, I notice
a more southeast Asian appearance in a lot of people. Though I know that
Nepal is a poorer country than India, I find the people to be a bit less
pushy and I don't see the shanty towns as abundantly as I did in India.
My hotel in Kathmandu is more mid range. I have two nights in
Kathmandu to sight see before flying to Lukla, Nepal for the start of my
two week trek in the Everest region of the Himalayas. I'm not as fortunate
as in India in regards to the hotel bellman, although he is a very friendly
gentleman. After taking a piss, I'm off to see the sights of Kathmandu. I
take a million photos and see some amazing things in this city in the
Himalayan foothills. After two nights, I am again on my way to the
airport. Upon arriving and checking-in, I proceed to the small gate area
for my twin prop flight to Lukla, Nepal.
The first 20 minutes being uneventful, however now that we are into
the Himalayas, these majestic mountains are simply stunning. The sole
flight attendant tells us we are about to land and to fasten our seat
belts. With mountains on both sides of the plane, the plane makes a sharp
turn to the left and after a few minutes a sharp turn to the right. With
mountains still on both sides, I have never been on such an adventurous
plane ride. We feel the plane touch down and I see that we are landing on
what appears to be a gravel runway which also seems to be going at an
upward slant. Now that we are safely on the ground, I sigh with relief and
await our arrival at the terminal. After a few minutes, the plane stops
and the 20 passengers all collect our belongings. I exit the plane and
collect my back pack just inside the terminal and proceed to follow the
exit signs until I am again outside the small terminal.
Although traveling alone, I booked my trek through a travel agent and
was told that I would be on the trek with about 12 other people. It was a
package deal, with one price covering the cost of my lodgings in small "tea
houses", or little guest houses, three meals per day, a local guide, and
Sherpas and porters to carry our backpacks. While waiting outside the
terminal, I see a sign signifying the tour company I booked with. I greet
the representative and wait for the other's to arrive. After making
introductions of the other travelers and of our soon to be guide, Sherpas,
and porters for the next two weeks, we set out for the small town of Lukla
which is just a few minute walk from the airport.
The fact that Lukla sits at around 9,000 feet above sea level and is
surrounded by the Himalayas makes it very beautiful. The trek is two weeks
round trip with our highest elevation at about 16,000 feet where a Buddhist
monastery called Tenboche is located. When trekking at such altitude, in
order not to get altitude sickness which can be fatal, it is necessary to
acclimatize, or let one's body get used to the high elevation. In our
case, we were taking 9 days to make it to the monastery whereas it can be
done in a shorter amount of time.
This first day we are planning to hike about 5 hours and gain about
five or six hundred feet in elevation. The trails are quite passable, but
having hiking boots is necessary. The 12 of us are getting to know each
other as we take frequent rest breaks and ensure we are hydrated. We have
two guides with us and they are Lando and Gus. I know, not the names I
would guess for two Nepalese guides. These two guys are in their twenties
and are Sherpas, whereas the guys carrying our backpacks are called
porters. The porters went on a head of us since they don't need to stop as
often as us, or at all for that matter. After trekking for several hours,
we stop for lunch at a tea house where we dine on fried rice. This would
become a common theme during our trek. While having lunch, I notice that
Lando and Gus eat with us, but the porters are outside sitting on the
ground eating their meal. As we finish, we set off for a few more hours
before we arrive at our tea house lodge for the evening.
After our arrival, being assigned my single room, and being quite
sweaty, I asked about a shower. I had already been informed that all of
our lodging would be similar in that we would have shared toilets, and most
places would just have a cold water outhouse type of shower. I made my way
to the rustic shower. I entered the small room and hung my clothes up on a
hook on the door. Taking a very fast and very cold three minute shower.
Now, finished with my shower, I dry off with my small camping towel and put
the same clothes back on. My somewhat sweaty shirt had dried and luckily
my sweat doesn't stink too badly. I make my way back to my room and drop
my shower supplies off then go and rejoin the group in the lodge's dining
hall. Since the porters have been ahead of us most of the day I haven't
had a chance to meet them or look them over until now. As I approach the
dining hall, the porters are all sitting outside and I am greeted with a
warm round of smiles and hellos. They each tell me their names which I
know I will not remember. However, there is one, who appears to be the
youngest and I would guess around 15 whose very handsome young face
captures my eye. He makes a point of shaking my hand and looking at me
straight at my eyes and gives me a huge smile as he says his name is Dili.
Dili is wearing a green beret which covers a mop of black curls. He has
light mocha skin and very puffy kissable lips. He looks to be about 5'5"
tall and probably weighs 110 lbs. He's wearing sweat pants, a flannel
shirt, a jacket, and to top it off, the saddest looking flip flops I have
ever seen. I soon realize, that all of the guys are wearing flip flops or
in the case of a few, sneakers. Here, we all have 200 dollar boots and
these guys are trekking around in flip flops.
After being mesmerized by Dili's bright brown eyes, I make my way into
the dining hall and join the others for dinner. After dinner and nice
conversation, we are joined by our Sherpa's and porters and the guys spend
the next few hours entertaining us with folk music. We, as in the
tourists, were all cautioned to not drink alcohol on the ascent. The
Sherpas and porters, however, were pretty looped by the end of the evening
which made for a good show. As I head out of the dining hall to my room, I
see Dili and he takes my hand and says goodnight Mr. Josh. I just can't
get over his big brown eyes. He sort of reminds me of a darker, more
handsome, Justin Berfield, who played a brother on the sitcom Malcolm in
the Middle. His mop of curls just adds to his cuteness. My room consists
of a small bed and that's about it. It's already started to cool off
outside, so I warm up my naked body with the comfortable quilt covering the
bed.
I hear a faint knock on the door and a voice announcing the arrival of
hot tea. I say to come in and I am very pleasantly greeted by Dili. This
boy was born to break my heart. There is no table in the room, so I pull
back the quilt to make a flat place on the bed which causes the quilt to
pull away from my naked half hard morning wood. My cock pops free from its
covers just as Dili is setting the small tray with a small cup on my bed.
He says nothing, but his eyes get pretty wide and he can't stop from
looking. I look down and say oops, and give it a tug, but leave it out.
Dili asks if he can pour my tea which I agree to. I notice he is stealing
glances at my hardness so I give it another tug and ask him if he slept
well. He looks into my eyes and says he always sleeps well, but then his
eyes are back on my cock. I pick up the tea cup with my right hand and
give my cock a few strokes with my left and ask Dili if he needs to wake
anyone else. He says yes and that he should be going but still he seems to
be in no rush to stop watching me gently stroke my now hard 8 inches. To
let him out of his misery, I let go of my cock, and he stands and excuses
himself. By now, my cock is pretty wet with precum so I wipe it with my
finger and feed my wanting mouth till all of the precum is gone. I forego
jacking off and get dressed and join the others for a breakfast of hot
porridge.
The second day is more strenuous than the first. The grade is
definitely steeper and the trail is not as flat so we really have to watch
our footing. We're all taking our time and none of us are in a rush since
the mountain vistas are so beautiful. We can't see Everest yet and have
been told that we will see it the day after tomorrow. We will see
Amadablan, which is a stunning mountain which translates to mother and son.
Out of our group, I am the only American and the only solo traveler. The
others are all European with a few each from Sweden, Germany, and the
Netherlands and a group of five from Denmark. I would say the average age
is mid 40's making me one of the younger ones.
It's time for lunch which once again is fried rice and hot tea. I
haven't seen the porters or Sherpas since they left ahead of us with our
backpacks. We trek for another four hours and come upon our lodging for
the night. Nestled in the trees along a small flat area is another tea
house very similar to the one from the previous night. This lodge doesn't
have any single rooms so I am sharing with one of the Danes. His name is
Steen and I'd guess him to be right at 40. We drop our bags off and I ask
Steen if he's going to have a shower. He says he should, especially since
he didn't have one last night. I told him about the very cold water and
say he was probably wise and we both have a good laugh. I lose my clothes
save for my boxers and grab my small towel. Steen joins me in undressing
and I can't help myself but admire his very fit body. He drops his boxers
as well and I can't help but take in his very healthy 5 soft inches. He is
cut which surprises me a bit and his bush is dark blond which matches the
hair on his head. Steen has a larger towel which he is able to wrap around
his waist. We head out to the single shower house and have a look inside.
There are two shower heads so we look at each other and shrug and both head
inside. Steen doesn't seem to have a problem with his naked body and I
certainly don't have a problem with mine, or for that matter watching
Steen's nice dick dangle. I'm not usually into guys my age or older, but
Steen is quite nice. Who knows if he's interested, but at least it's some
eye candy. If it is even possible, the water is even colder here than it
was last night. Neither of us linger too long and are soaped up and rinsed
off within a few minutes. Steen just finished and is already drying off as
I rinse the last bit of soap off. Although he is already dry, he stays and
watches me as I dry. As I get to my cock, I spend a little extra time
working it around and it puffs up just a bit. Steen's eyes definitely have
a look, but it's still hard to tell if he is interested. As we enter our
room, I get a chill and hug myself and give out a loud brrrrr. Steen comes
up behind me and starts giving my delts and shoulders an aggressive rub
trying to warm me up. I roll my head around a bit as I am enjoying the
contact. Steen continues rubbing up and down my arms then begins a soft
massage of my neck and shoulders. As he is rubbing, he states that I
should lie down and he will massage my back for a few minutes to help warm
me up. I lay down, still wearing my boxers and I see Steen unwrap his
towel and hang it on a hook on the wall. As an unexpected pleasure, he
stays nude and straddles my boxer covered rump and starts massaging my
shoulders. I think, to confirm where this is heading, Steen asks me if I'm
enjoying the massage and if I am warming up. I reply that he can stay in
that position all night if he wants. He is sitting directly on my ass and
I can feel his still soft cock flop around on the lower part of my back.
As his strong hands travel lower on my back, he gets to the top of my
boxers and without a word begins slipping them off of me. I raise up my
hips to help in the task and he discards them on the floor and sits back
down on my naked muscular ass. By now, I begin to feel his very hard cock
beginning to rub in my freshly showered crack. Steen spends a few more
minutes massaging me and then bends forward so his mouth is now next to my
ear. He begins nibbling on my ear and continues his way toward my mouth.
I turn my head toward him and our lips meet and we begin a passionate kiss.
Steen is now rocking up and down on my ass and his hard cock feels fucking
amazing. He pulls off of me and picks me up by the waist so I am now on
all fours and my ass is sticking up in the air. I don't wait long as I
feel Steen begin licking the length of my crack. He spends about two or
three minutes without touching my tight hole and finally his tongue tries
to penetrate me. I wonder if Steen hasn't had anything to eat this week
because it feels like he has two inches of his tongue inside me. I really
need some cock, so I gently push him off me and roll over. I position
Steen so he is straddling my chest and he gets the picture and scoots
forward and feeds me his very impressive cock. He too must be a leaker,
because I am rewarded with a large mushroom head coated with a slimy layer
of precum. Steen is very gentle and lets me take as much of his cock as I
want. I try not to disappoint him and pretty much deep throat what I guess
is at least 8 inches. His very smooth and low hanging ball sack begins
slapping my chin which only makes me hornier.
As he begins thrusting into my mouth, Steen reaches behind him and
takes my hard cock in his hand and expertly strokes me using my ample
precum for lubrication. I grab Steen's very tight ass cheeks and begin
pushing him deeper into my throat. Steen's thrusts become more rapid as
his hand keeps up the same speed and rhythm on my cock. This fucking
incredible scene keeps going for the next 15 minutes when I suddenly feel
Steen's warm cum shoot down my throat. I pull off just enough so I get the
last few squirts on my tongue and savor the sweetness of his juice.
Throughout his ejaculation, Steen hasn't let up on my hard dick and I begin
erupting all over his hand. Steen quickly turns around and dives down on
my cock and takes the end of my load in his mouth. As he cleans off my
cock head, he bends down further and licks all of the cum off of my short
pubes and belly. Steen turns back to me and bends down and we share a very
sloppy kiss tasting each other's delicious milk. As Steen continues to lay
on me, there is a knock at the door and I hear Dili's masculine teen voice
ask if we are awake. Before we can answer, Dili opens the door and quickly
enters and closes it when he sees the state we are in. With very wide
eyes, Dili smiles and says dinner is ready and we should join the others.
Steen doesn't seem panicked with our exposure to Dili and simply continues
to caress my hair. Dili excuses himself and Steen and I get dressed. As
we are dressing, Steen says he's very glad we were paired up in our room
for the night. I agree. Steen then comments that he wonders if we could
get Dili to give us both a massage sometime during the trek. As Steen gets
up, I sit on the bed and ask him if he is interested in more than a massage
with Dili. As he stands in front of me, I grab his softening cock and tell
him that I'd like to see this buried in Dili's tight teen butt. His cock
quickly hardens and as he grins at me he says that now he is definitely
happy that we were paired up together. I let go of his cock and we both
dress and head down for dinner.
Surprise, dinner isn't fried rice. It's actually some kind of
vegetarian Indian type of curry. It's not very spicy, but it is still
flavorful. We all enjoy nice conversation and once again the boys come in
and entertain us with some traditional songs. I notice that Steen can't
keep his eyes off of Dili; and for that matter, I can't either. The boys
are once again enjoying some sort of local whiskey as the rest of us turn
in for the night. Our beds are pretty small so there is no chance of Steen
and I sharing, but we do get into a 69 which has us both unloading into
each other in a matter of minutes as we are both in need of decent sleep.
As we kiss, Steen says that we need to have Dili's ass sooner than later.
I smile and head for my bed.
Again, I hear a faint knocking at the door and as I open my eyes, I
see that Steen is spread out on top of his covers. He's still naked and
his cock is very hard and on display. I see the door slowly open and Dili
walks in with our morning tea. I stand up fully nude with my half hard
cock sticking out and sit on Steen's bed and rouse him to wake. Dili sits
the tray on my bed and begins getting the tea ready, but with a watchful
eye on our nakedness. I grab Steen's hard cock and give it a few tugs as
he opens his eyes. He smiles and is just a tiny bit startled to see Dili
watching me as I continue to stroke Steen's cock. As Dili is pouring our
tea, Steen leans over my lap and takes my cock head into his mouth. He
twirls his tongue around my leaking head and pulls off and says that he
needs some milk for his tea. I don't think Dili gets the innuendo and
hands us each a cup as he continues to smile and look at our hard meat. I
can tell he doesn't want to go, but he has others to wake and excuses
himself without taking his eyes off of our throbbing dicks. I reach down
and Steen and I share a very wet kiss. He tells me to stand in front of
him and he takes me down to my pubes. I can tell he wants this to be short
and sweet as he begins jacking me with his hand as he takes care of my head
with his tongue. I only last a few minutes before he does, indeed, get his
milk. I bend down to take care of him, and he says I can suck him at our
lunch break behind a tree. I grin and think to myself that I couldn't have
been any luckier then to meet up with a very sexy man who likes teen boys
and is into public sex.
Another beautiful day awaits us and we have some more very strenuous
hiking. It's about noon as we come up to another typical, but quaint
lodge. We all dine on fried rice and Steen motions for me to follow him
outside. There is a small trail which goes up and behind the lodge into
the trees which we follow until we come to a bend. This isn't the main
trail and looks fairly deserted so I get on my knees and pull Steen's soft
smooth dick out of his cargo shorts. Since we've been hiking for some
time, he is quite sweaty and tastes absolutely amazing. His now hard cock
is buried in my throat and I do a pro job of pleasing my new Danish friend.
He takes it out and dick slaps me a few times and in the process smears my
face with his precum. Not to waste any more time, I take his hardness back
in my mouth and have him cumming within a few minutes. He licks the slime
off of my face and we rejoin the others as they are about to head up the
main trail. Once again we are ascending a fairly steep grade which has the
group moving at a pretty slow pace. I'm not great with heights, but I'm
handling it well so far. There are a few places on the trail along the
mountain's edge with the vertical mountain wall rising up on one side and a
sheer cliff descending on the other side. The trail is wide enough that
the drop off doesn't affect my phobia. Thankfully, the parts of the trail
with sheer drop offs are just a small percentage of the trail overall.
Today, we've seen several Yaks which are basically long haired oxen. As
per instructions from our guides, we step to the side and give all yaks the
right of way. We definitely don't want any yak confrontations.
The Himalayas are within a fairly southern range of latitude which
means the tree line goes up to more than 5,000 meters. The high tree line
accompanied by sufficient precipitation throughout the year makes the
Himalayas quite lush which only adds to the scenic vistas. As we traverse
around a bend in the trail, in the distance I can see what appears to be a
pedestrian suspension bridge spanning a very deep gorge. As we approach
the bridge, I see that it consists of sides made of chain link fencing
which are barely a meter high and the base consisting of wood planks that
are less than a meter wide. The depth of the gorge is hard to judge, but I
would say that it is at least 500 meters to the bottom. Being afraid of
heights, I know I have no choice but to just look straight ahead and go for
it. Hoping that no yaks happen to come from the opposite side of the
bridge, I begin making deliberate steps across the bridge with my eyes
focusing on the other side instead of what lies beneath. Steen, seeming to
have no problems with high places, is already on the other side and is
holding back giggles while watching me make my nervous way over to the
other side. At last, what seems like ten minutes, and probably only took
me less than a minute, I am safely on the other side. I am relieved, only
to realize that on the return journey I'll have to relive the experience.
Another incredible day of trekking has come to an end as we come upon
our lodging for the evening. This tea house seems a bit more primitive
than the others. There is a shower room, but the water is in a large
barrel instead of coming out of a shower head on the wall. We both decide
to forgo a shower. The rooms all have either one or two single beds and
Steen and I choose one with two singles. During the day, when alone on the
trail, Steen and I had discussed trying to get into Dili's tight little
brown butt. Even though Dili has been wearing sweat pants, they are not
too baggy and show off what appears to be two tight globes. Watching this
sexy piece of Nepali boy flesh the past few days has really gotten me boned
up and ready to shove my leaking cock into his tight brown hole. Sex with
Steen has been good, but the possibility of taking Dili's virginity has me
worked up.
Since we still have about 30 minutes before dinner is served, Steen
and I strip down. I sit down on one of the beds as Steen offers me his
hard cock. Grabbing onto Steen's rock hard ass, I assist him in face
fucking me. I'm proud of myself for taking his 8 inches down my throat
without any gag reflex. He doesn't let up on his assault of my throat even
as we hear a knock on the door. I hear it again, but his cock tastes way
too good to stop even for a moment. I've taken my left hand off his ass
and am jacking my very wet cock. I'm so caught up in sucking Steen's
beautiful piece of flesh, that I don't notice the door opening. I do feel
Steen shove his cock even deeper into my throat as he starts to feed me his
warm tasty milk. A good 30 seconds pass with his cock still in my mouth
allowing me to squeeze out the last drop of his cum with my lips. As I
pull off and let his softening cock slip from my mouth, I look over towards
the door and see a wide eyed Dili standing inside our room with his back
against the closed door. Still on my knees, I look over at Dili's crotch
and am very pleased with what I see. Dili has a very noticeable tent.
For me, there is no turning back as I stand up and walk towards Dili
with my throbbing cock leading the way. Still wearing his beret with his
black curls sticking out from beneath it, I step up to him and place my
hands on his shoulders. Intoxicated with lust, I begin pushing Dili down
onto his knees. At first he puts up some resistance to my action but as I
push harder, he gives in as his knees meet the wooden floor. I flip his
beret off of his head exposing his full head of black curls. I waste no
time in pressing my leaking cock against his pouty mouth and giving his
puffy lips a nice coat of my juice. He doesn't open his mouth so I proceed
to wipe my cock all over his face. I bring my cock back to his lips and
push again not letting up. Dili finally relents and allows my cock to
enter his warm mouth. I make no contact with his teeth and shove my cock
into him until my pubes are pressed against his smooth face. I hold him in
place and look over at Steen who is pumping his reanimated cock. My cock
is throbbing so much I'm afraid that if I begin thrusting I might cum too
soon so I continue to just hold Dili's face against me. Steen walks toward
us and stands to Dili's side and begins rubbing his precum over the side of
Dili's pretty face.
As I look down at Dili, he looks up at me and I swear I can see hunger
in his big brown eyes. I will myself not to cum too soon and begin to
thrust, pulling my cock out of his throat until just the head is still in
his mouth. I thrust in and out three or four times when I pull completely
out and let Steen's cock invade Dili's hungry mouth. Steen shows no mercy
and forcefully shoves his large cock into Dili's throat. Dili's eyes have
remained looking up at us which only causes my cock to leak even more
precum. Steen seems to be possessed as he spends the next five minutes
face fucking Dili's mouth. Steen suddenly stops his thrusts with his cock
buried in Dili's throat and I know he is feeding Dili his load. He pulls
his cock back so just the head is still in Dili's mouth and he grasps his
cock with his hand and milks the last of his cum onto Dili's tongue.
After watching Steen feed Dili his load, I am ready to burst so I
shove my throbbing cock into Dili's mouth. I only need a few thrusts until
I pull back so my head is the only part of my cock in Dili's mouth.
Without touching my cock with my hand, I erupt onto Dili's tongue. I am so
fucking worked up that I think I cum more than I ever have before. I can
tell Dili is trying to swallow my juice, but some of my copious load begins
to seep out the corners of Dili's mouth. I pull out and smear the remains
of my cum all over Dili's face dick slapping him in the process. I reach
down and with my hands in Dili's armpits, I lift him up onto his feet. His
eyes are glossy and roll back looking up at the ceiling as I plant my open
mouth over his and push my tongue past his sexy lips. I can taste my cum
as Dili sticks his tongue into my mouth. I pull off and begin licking his
face, cleaning all of my cum from him. I shove my tongue back into Dili's
mouth as he opens wide allowing me entrance.
As I hold Dili against me, I can feel his hard cock poking my thigh.
Steen gets behind Dili and shoves his sweat pants and underwear down over
his small bubble butt. I feel his bare hard cock slap my thigh and I grab
onto the cheeks of his firm ass. Steen gets down onto his knees and begins
devouring Dili's ass. I look over Dili's shoulder and see Steen's tongue
gliding up and down the valley between Dili's muscular mounds. I look down
and finally see Dili's very nice brown cock. It's around six inches, maybe
a little longer and the foreskin is pulled completely off his head which is
a lighter shade of brown. There is a compact square patch of pubes above
his smooth shaft and as I reach down and cup his hanging ball sack in my
hand I notice how satiny smooth it is as well.
I drop to my knees and bury my nose in Dili's pubes and take in his
sexy scent. I can't hold out any longer and take his head into my mouth
and begin massaging it with my tongue. Dili's legs are completely hairless
and his thighs, firm with muscles, are still thin and coltish, only
confirming that he is a sexy young teen boy. As I begin bobbing on his
cock, I take hold of his thighs and give them gentle squeezes admiring his
lithe sexy limbs. I can tell that Steen's tongue has found Dili's hole
when Dili thrusts his cock as deep into my throat as is possible. Steen
and I keep our places pleasuring Dili from the front and rear for about
five minutes when Dili's soft moans turn into louder moans and I feel and
taste the first shot of Dili's exquisite savory cum on my tongue. I pull
back enough so that his head is just inside my mouth and am rewarded with a
mouthful of his delicious seed.
I pull off of his hard slimy cock and lick off the remnants of his cum
before rising up to my feet. Steen joins me and stands up behind Dili. I
lean in and share an open mouth kiss with Steen letting him savor Dili's
milk which I still have in my mouth. With Dili sandwiched between us, I
break my kiss with Steen and lean in and kiss Dili on his puffy lips. As
I'm kissing Dili, I reach down and cup each of his muscular ass cheeks in
my hands. I run my fingers into his crack which is moist from Steen's
tongue. With my fingers probing at his hole, Steen rubs his hard cock
along his crack as well, pushing my fingers aside and positioning his cock
at Dili's tight boy pussy. I return to kissing Dili's hungry mouth and can
tell that Steen has gained entrance to his hole when Dili makes a loud moan
into our connected mouths. We continue our kiss as the force of Steen's
thrusts push Dili into me. I reach back and take hold of Steen's tight ass
and help with his forceful thrusts into our hot brown teen lover. Once
again, I can feel Dili's hardness rubbing against my hairy thigh. As Steen
continues his assault on Dili's ass, I get back down on my knees and
swallow Dili's perfect cock so I am again feeling his pubes against my
nose. Only a few minutes go by when I hear Steen's passionate groans as he
unloads into Dili's pussy. Due to his prostate being massaged by Steen's
cock, Dili gives me another tasty load. While not as much as the first
time, it's still as fulfilling.
As Steen pulls his spent cock out of Dili's ass, he pushes Dili down
to his knees, joining me on the floor. Steen presents his juice covered
cock to Dili and he takes it into his mouth, licking off all of Steen's cum
and Dili's own ass juice. When Steen pulls his clean cock out of Dili's
mouth, I lean in and Dili and I share a kiss which gives me a taste of the
sex which happened between this sexy Danish man and amazing south Asian
teen boy. As we finish our kiss, there is a knock on the door and I hear
Lando's voice speaking in his language to Dili. The conversation sounds
matter of fact, but Dili stands and says in his limited English that he
must go. He quickly slips on his clothes and grabs his beret and exits our
room. Steen gives me a kiss and we both dress as well and head out to meet
the others for dinner.
After dinner and our nightly entertainment from our guides, Steen and
I head for our room. We haven't seen Dili for the past hour so I am hoping
that we run into him so we can invite him to spend the night with us in our
room. We arrive at our room with no sign of Dili. After about five
minutes in our room, there is a knock on the door and I open it to Dili's
cute face wearing a slight smile. I take his hand and pull him into the
room and close the door. I reach in for a kiss with this adorable boy and
he responds with his lips parted. After a brief kiss, I tell Dili that he
will sleep with us and he responds with a quiet okay. Dili drops to his
knees in front of me and unzips my cargo pants and pulls my soft cock out
of its confines. He takes my still soft cock into his warm mouth and
begins licking it with his tongue. My cock is hard and throbbing within a
minutes and Dili begins earnest bobbing on my dick, taking me all the way
down to my pubes into his throat.
While Dili is blowing me, Steen gets on his knees behind Dili's
perfect brown butt and impales Dili's tight hole with his fat cock. Steen
wastes no time and begins fucking Dili by pulling almost all the way out
then slamming his cock all the way into Dili. Since Dili's ass was still
cherry till just a few days ago he isn't used to the rough onslaught and is
moaning quite loudly as he slurps on my hard cock. Watching Steen's
passionate rape of Dili's ass makes my dick throb even harder and I haven't
been this turned on in a long time. Not letting up, Steen begins slapping
Dili's hard ass hard enough to leave red hand prints which can be seen even
on Dili's dark skin. I hadn't anticipated this side of Steen, but I'm
ready to nut watching him abuse our little slut boy. I'm able to hold off
cumming when I hear a knock at the door followed by Lando's voice asking
for Dili. To my surprise, Steen calls for Lando to come in. Dili is too
busy with our cocks sticking in both ends to see the look of shock on
Lando's face watching his young colleague getting fucked from both ends.
As Lando enters the room he closes the door behind him and with his mouth
agape watches the sex in front of him. He's close enough to Steen for
Steen to reach out and grab his pants covered crotch. This brings Lando
back to earth and he immediately says that he's not a cock sucker. Steen,
being quick with a response, tells him he doesn't need to suck cock but
that he should try out one of Dili's holes and see how it feels. Still
without pushing Steen's hand off his crotch, Lando shakes his head no, but
continues to watch us with desire in his eyes. I pull my cock out of
Dili's mouth as Steen unfastens Lando's pants and pulls them down revealing
that Lando has been going commando. His still soft meaty uncut cock flops
out and Steen takes hold of it getting no negative response from Lando.
Steen man handles Dili and positions him so that he can take Lando into his
mouth. I grab hold of Lando's growing cock and direct it into Dili's warm
wet mouth. Dili latches onto it like he was born to have a cock in his
mouth and begins sucking Lando. Steen gets back up to steam and is once
again plowing Dili's hole. This whole scene has me so worked up that I am
content jacking my own hard cock. Even though Lando's cock is rock hard
and he is now causing Dili to deep throat him, I get the feeling that he
truly isn't into it. Not more than another minute goes by when Lando moans
as he shoots his load down Dili's throat. Still leaking cum, Lando pulls
out of Dili's mouth and pulls his pants back up and hiding his dick. As
Lando heads for the door, he turns to us and says to Dili to come see him
after he is done cock sucking.
With neither of us too concerned by Lando's behavior, Steen continues
fucking Dili and I reenter his mouth on the verge of an orgasm. Not more
than 30 seconds elapse as I feed Dili my juice followed by Steen unloading
in his hole. Steen pulls out and takes my place in front of Dili and lets
him clean off his juice covered cock. Dili stands up and says he must go
to Lando's room. I tell him to return soon because I need to have a go
with his ass. Dili quickly dresses and leaves. Steen and I share a hot
kiss and we both collapse on the bed laying side by side. Steen turns his
head toward me and shows me a big grin. I can tell he is up to something
when he tells me that he's glad we've met and that he has a feeling we're
going to have some good times together in the future.
We continue our nightly sex with Dili for the rest of the trek. Lando
never joins us again which is no big surprise. Although I prefer fucking
boys, Steen and I have a connection and we learn from each other that we
both have a desire to have rough sex with hot teen boys. We both give Dili
a generous tip and we all eat each others' loads on our last night in the
Himalayas.
On our last night together in Kathmandu, Steen and I exchange email
addresses so we can begin planning our next trip in our pursuit of fucking
tight sexy teen boys.
The end.