Date: Tue, 06 Jan 2009 15:49:50 -0500
From: Wolf <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Indian Teacher (gay/adult youth, M/m)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's
discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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                    Indian Teacher
                         By
                        Wolf

	I was born and raised in Mumbai, India.  That is
a metropolitan city on the west coast of the middle
of India facing the Arabian Sea.  The city has named
Bombay by the Portuguese when they and the Spanish
were trading with China and Japan.  When the English
became the worlds sea power they continued to use
the name, regardless of the wishes on the Indian
people.

	The English government would not like to admit
that their East Indian Company encouraged the areas
now within the Muslim countries to grow opium that
they traded to Chinese for everything from gold,
jade to silk.  It was no wonder the Japanese closed
their ports to all foreigners for hundreds of years.

	My brothers and I were orphaned at a young
age, and raised by relatives.  Education was my way of
rising about my lot in life.  My school graded allowed
me to attend a fine college.  I may have been less
fortunate than my contemporaries, but I graduated
in the top ten percentile of my class.

	I had developed a taste for gay sex from
relatives, but such things were not discussed in
society, in fact there are strict laws forbidding such
behavior.  I had been initiated by older boys and
related older men.  There were parks that were
known to be frequented by men looking for company
of other men and boys.  By the time I was an adult I
was living a secret life.  I was married and had
children.

	I was 30-years old and still living in Mumbai.  I
was only five-feet three and 140 pounds at the time.
I was teaching piano at the time.  One of my students
was a teenaged boy, called JJ.  He was a Brahimin
boy, 14-years old when he started taking lessons
from me.  He had been studying piano for many years
but had progressed to the point that he needed
better instruction to progress beyond just an acquit
pianist.  He was almost as tall as me.  He was well
built and a handsome youth, with a dark brown
complexion, wavy black hair.  He came to my studio
weekly for instruction.

	We became friends and talked to each other
after his lessons.  It was not uncommon for me to sit
next to him while he was practicing.  I would play the
melody on the treble keys, and tap the timing on his
bare thigh, with my left hand.  Boys his age tend to
wear little more than T-shirts and tight fitting
shorts.  There was always a large amount of thigh for
me to tap on.  Slowly over time as he became
accustom to me tapping on his thigh I worked my left
hand up his inner thigh.  While he concentrated on
playing the piano I was working my hand closer to his
crotch.  My heart was beating fast the first time I
placed my hand on the bulge of his shorts.

	JJ for the first time missed the beat, as I
squeezed his cock.  He blushed but made no effort to
stop me from touching his cock. He continued playing
without saying a word.  His cock was hard while I
cupped his cock and balls.  I held them gently while
he finished his lesson.

	After the lesson, I usually would offer him a
ride on the back of my scooter to drop off him close
to his home, because it would be late in the evening.
This evening I said, "Would you take a ride someplace
with me?"  I knew of that was only a few miles away?"
because I had picked up other men there.

	JJ said, "Yes," very quietly because he knew
what I wanted, and he did too.

	We moved through the traffic quickly, until we
got to the place I knew we would be alone.  I parked
the scooter and locked it up.  I led JJ through an old
deserted building.  When we sat down on the rubble
of a wall, all that could be seen were some distant
lights.  The dark sky was filled with stars.  I pulled
down his shorts and tight little underwear before
lifting his T-shirt.  I massaged his dark little nipples
with my hands and sucked on them too.

	His cock was no more than 4-inches long and un-
cut, and it was a nice thick hunk of flesh.  I could not
resist kissing him on the mouth too.  When he was
breathing hard I leaned over and took that brown
cock into my mouth and sucked on him for all I was
worth.  He came quickly and filled my mouth with an
amazing amount of cum.  While I was pulling down my
pants and underwear, I spit his cum between his
thighs, just below his dick and balls.  I did that to
lubricate his inner thighs.  Then I inserted my 6-inch,
cut dick between his thighs and fucked him.  JJ held
onto to me tightly while I fucked him between the
legs.  When I had added my cum between his thighs
we got dressed.  JJ had to use my handkerchief to
wipe the cum from between his thighs, before I took
him home.

	I taught him for a total of four years.  In that
time it became a custom for me to suck his cock until
he rewarded me with a mouth full of cum.  I fucked
his thighs regularly, but never got to fuck his arse.  I
would have loved to do that.  For JJ it was fun but he
never reciprocated.  He would just stroke my hair
while I sucked his cock.  The most active thing he
would do was kiss me on the mouth while I was
fucking his thighs.

	Eventually I was offered the opportunity to
move to the United State to earn a Masters Degree.
I never saw JJ again.




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