Date: Thu, 24 May 2007 17:30:56 +0000
From: Vikram ravikumar <vkkformore@hotmail.com>
Subject: Vikram RK - my life part II

First I must thank the large number of readers who contacted me after the
publication on Nifty of Part I of my life tale. I tried to answer each of
you, but if I missed any please accept my apologies -- the response was
enormous!  If I did not answer please do email me again.

This is part of a true story, the story of my life. If you read it and
enjoyed it please do comment. If not, then hey, that's fine.


Vikram RK -- My life, Part II


First, in order to appreciate and fully understand the nature of this
writing, please do read Part I and fully absorb it first. It will explain
lots and help you understand where I am coming from.

By now you will all know the extent of sexual appetite and the type of
sexual activity which especially appeals to me and how that activity was
framed by my early life sexual experiences and those with my uncle
especially.  What follows is a random and unstructured selection of more
experiences which will tell you more about me.

It should be no surprise that my desires for older Asian men have led me
into liaisons with black men also. Yes I love black dick, I love black
ass, I love black piss. I just love the Asian equivalents a little more.
The areas of London in which I concentrate my searching for Asian pulls
often have large black West Indian/African populations also and I learned
that older black men wanted me bad. I have very fond memories of a West
Indian immigrant called Jerry. I was either 14 or 15 went I met Jerry in
a public toilet close to my home in Ealing.

I was in my normal position at the urinal when this stocky black man
parked himself next to me. Looking at home I guessed he was in his
forties although I later found out he was 52. He was built like the Asian
uncles who I hunted most vigourously -- overweight, flabby but with
handsome facial features. Jerry had his dick out fast and I feasted my
eyes on this jet black beauty with a hugely hanging foreskin. His eyes
were on were on me as well and I adjusted my postion to give him a
perfect view of my erect monster. He took my arm and led me to a stall,
eased me inside and locked the door. He was all over me in seconds,
removing my shirt and have my pans round my ankles. He licked, sucked,
nibbled, squeezed and caressed every part of my body before I face fucked
him and unloaded in his large, soft mouth. It was all over far to quickly
and I was frustrated not to have explored more of this compelling man.
Immediately Jerry was up and talking to me. He wanted to take me home
then and there but I could not at that time as I was already late
returning from school. We arranged to meet the following Saturday morning
early at the same toilet from where I would follow him home.

Sure enough Jerry was waiting as I approached that morning and beamed a
big West Indian smile at me before moving off some 20 metres in front of
me. I followed as we had agreed (Jerry sensibly saw the downside of an
elderly man being accompanied to his house by a 14 year old pretty boy).
I arrived at his house which was a typical west London terrace and
entered through the main door which he had left unlatched.

After a little small talk Jerry's lip were clamped on mine and he was
eagerly sucking my tounge and slurping as much saliva as he could from my
mouth. Within minutes I was naked and sporting a massive hard-on. Jerry
stepped away and just looked. I could feel the extent of his admiration
and appreciation of my slim hairless, brown body. I was now fully relaxed
, comfortable and in my element and began to take control. I sat in an
armchair and asked Jerry to strip for me. As each piece of clothing came
off I became hornier and horner. His flabby black body was very dark
indeed and beautifully smooth. His flopping chest looked so soft. I
stopped him at his underwear and got him to pose for me. His dick bulge
was truly vast and his arse huge and round. I moved closer on my hands
and knees before burying my face in those pale blue underpants on both
sides, bitting and licking sat them before ripping them down. Jerry's
dick was extraordinary. He was long but not monster long -- about 8 and
half inches. At 14 I was longer. But his thickness was incredible and
like nothing I had ever experienced. I had real trouble getting any more
than the tip in my mouth.

The next four hours of totally uninhibited sex were so intense. I so
enjoyed fucking that huge arse and then sucking my own come out before
passing it into Jerry's mouth. He lied in the bathub totally
submissively as I pissed all over him. I then watched as he lie there and
pissed an enormous amount all over himself. The site of this oversized
black man lying helplessly in a bathtub with a huge stream of piss firing
out of his massively thick dick into his own mouth was one of the most
erotic sights I have ever seen. I feasted on his incredible cock. He came
only once in the whole four hours -- by jerking off into my mouth. This
man was a slut of gargantuan proportions.  I saw him on about 10 other
occasions. Each time was similarly intense -- he could not get enough of
my dick. Then, I tired of him -- my time with Jerry was stopping me
finding more men. Right now I am very hard just writing about him -- one
of the best fucks I have ever had.

I cannot remember how many men I have had sex with -- I really have no
idea. Most occasions of course were not of the nature of that with Jerry
or others I have told you about. Most common was being sucked or jerked
off in a toilet. Many of the guys were white, although I clearly
preferred Asian men and blacks like Jerry. But hey, I was a young
teenager with raging hormones and being wanked off by a white toilet
queen was better than doing it myself.

Let me tell you about Sourabh, a very handsome Indian man who picked me
up on a subway train one weekend lunchtime. I am pretty sure I was 15 at
this time.  Again he fitted my profile perfectly -- 40s, overweight,
handsome face and Asian (Indian in fact). Sourabh lured me back to his
home. I was immediately stunned as he introduced me to his much younger
Indian wife (late teens). Hmmmm. Five minutes later I was sharing a 2
seater sofa with Sourabh and his wife sitting opposite us and he started
to rub the inside of my thighs and groin. His wife was locked my my groin
as her husband slipped his hand inside the waisbtand of my trousers. He
was gasping comments about the size of my cock to his wife in Hindi, some
of which I understood. Together they led me to the bedroom. Sourabh was
instantly unclothed and his wife took little longer. His dick was tiny
but standing up -- probably 3 and half inches. Sourabh had a fair bit of
body hair but was totally shaved around his genitals and arse. His wife
looked like a schoolgirl with flat big nippled tits and a shaved pussy.
She could pass for 14 or 15. Together they undressed me. Both were on
their knees sharing my dick from mouth to mouth. The wife especially
enjoyed watching her husband suck my monster dick, lick my balls and suck
out my arse as she pleasured herself with two fingers and groaning in
ecstasy. We kissed passionately all three together. Indulgently, I shot a
load all over the wifes tiny tits -- something I wanted badly to do.
Sourabh cleaned it all away with his tongue before passing it into his
wifes shaven pussy with his tongue. The wife loved sucking on my cock as
it softened -- in minutes I was up again. Then Sourabh roughly pushed his
young wife to the bed and sat firmly on her face facing her feet. He
grabbed her legs and split them widely. I took the cue and fucked her as
she lie their pinned and spreadeagled by her leering husband. She was
screaming with a mixture and pain and ecstasy as I entered. Her pussy was
very tight and I had to force hard to get in all in the way. Sourabh was
entranced staring at my huge brown dick sliding in and out of his wife's
pussy. I shot a big load and withdrew to see her pussy dilated and gaping
wide open. Sourabh was down there quickly with this tongue lapping up as
much of my come as could. The wife was screaming with multiple orgasms as
he did this. Both Sourabh and his wife told me that mine was by far the
biggest cock either of them had ever had and that their usual sexual
behaviour was to pay male hustlers to fuck her while Sourabh watched
intensely.  I was clearly a bonus J

Through my teenage years I did of course also have sexual contacts with
kids my own age both boys and girls. But it was always fleeting and never
gave me the thrills I experienced with my delicious older Asian men. I
got a reputation as a cocksucker and did several of my schoolmates
before, during and after school. This gave me an understanding of the
huge variation in dick sizes and physical development of teenage
schoolboys. I sucked off strong  big dicked boys with huge pubic bushes
as well as undeveloped hairless dicks of boys the same age.

And before anyone asks, yes I did have a major crush on one (only of
schoolteachers). Nothing ever came of it but he was my regular fantasy
when I jerked off. I even often thought of him as I was being sucked off
by some anonymous guy, squashed together in a public toilet stall.

There are three underground train stations near my parents house and I
regularly used all of them, the choice depending on my destination.  One
day I noticed a member of staff at one of these stations who I had never
seen before. Eye contact was made. He was an oriental guy, middle aged.
Eye contact continued. As it did the next day and again the next. Each
day the contact was longer and on the third day he threw a little smile
at me. ON day 4 I was determined to move closer to this intriguing
newcomer. My approach was simple. Up I walked and he kindly face
encouraged me closer. I simply ask `excuse me, is there a toilet I can
use in this station?" "No" came the reply (which of course I knew
already.  Then he told me that he was the new station manager and whilst
he should not he would allow me to use the toilet attached to his private
office to the rear of the station but would need to escort me as the
office was locked. He showed me to the toilet -- a single stall with a
flimsy door which I pointedly did not close and not did he. To piss, I
fully opened my trousers, making a great play of slowly removing my dick
and balls from my underpants and stood at an angle whereby I was fully
exposed to the manager sitting at his desk opposite the stall. His eyes
were fully locked on my dick as I pissed as slowly as I could giving him
a very good look. I very slowly finished off with lots of shakes,
adjusted my clothes etc only too realise that he moved much closer and
was coming straight for me. Instantly his hands were on my still exposed
dick and massaging my balls. That day he jerked me off. We has similar
liaisons in his office on 2 other occasions.  His name was Rex and he was
Chinese, originally from Hong Kong. I let him know I wanted more than 2
minute handjobs in his office.

So did he and a few days later rented a hotel room and took me there.
Despite looking outwardly gentle Rex was a strong, dominant guy. I
enjoyed his body -- silky smooth as are so many Chinese. His dick was
like many Chinese dicks I have had and indeed seen in porno movies -- not
small but definitely not large -- about 5 inches, `stubby' in nature
with a bulging over-sized head bursting out of his foreskin and wispy,
straight pubic hair. Rex was married and moderately bisexual. Sex with
him on that occasion and others in the future was very vanilla but also
very good. I loved sucking his cock (especially the over-sized head) and
he always came in truly enormous amounts. More typical though was him
fucking me and making a very good job of it. On one occasion he sucked my
cock for about ten seconds and told me that this was his first time but
he did not enjoy it.  Rex was honest and sexy.



Back in London on familiar ground hunting for Asian dicks in filthy
Ealing toilets^Å I think I was 15. It had been a quiet time and aside
from a hand job by a white older teenager I had been without sex for a
week. I struck gold. An Asian guy about 30, suited and smart moved to a
position beside me and unbuckled to expose a very fat circumised piece
and started pissing. I was transfixed and he was staring at drooling face
with a wicked smile. As he finished pissing he was half hard playing with
a pair truly huge black balls. 30 seconds latter we were in stall and I
was gagging on his immensely fat Pakistani dick. Sadly he shot quickly
but it was huge amount. I drank every drop. As I stood up he was
intensely examining my hairless rod and began to play with it gently
before leaving abruptly.

Next day I was back there same time and he was waiting for me outside and
beckoned me to join him. Shakeel was his name, Pakistani and married with
his wife in Pakistan. His parents were also back in Pakistan but he told
me suggestively his elderly grandfather was at home alone. He pleaded
with me to come home and give some pleasure to his Grand-dad. Like I
needed persuasion. It was short busride to his house and I made most of
the journey with my dick out and Shakeel playing with my foreskin.

At the house Shakeel asked me to wait in the living room. 2 minutes later
he arrived naked with his arm around a small skiny and clearly very
elderly man wearing only white underpants. Grandad sat down and watched
intently as Shakeel slowly stripped me naked. By the time he gasped as my
huge back dick was revealed, the bulge in his Y-fronts had more than
doubled in size. Shakeel and I gave him a show for a few minutes. I love
exhibiting myself and I was ragingly horny as I gave the old man a full
view of my hole. Shakeel had joined him and had his hand in pants gently
massaging the large lump. Grandad was up and off came the paints to
reveal a dangling but huge circumcised dick and massive hanging balls,
all surrounded by white hair. He quickly had both of us in his mouth and
was exploring my hole with his fingers. Before long I was squatting over
the old boy's face and his tongue was implanted in my hole. Never has a
tongue been so far inside me. I could feel it so deep as he frantically
tasted the inside of my hole while Shakeel looked on massively aroused
before planting his dick in my mouth and creaming a huge load..

I was there for 3 or 4 hours in which time I sucked the oldest dick I
have ever had whilst his grandson fucked my arse, watched as Shakeel
pissed all over that wrinkled body and I joined in. We both watched as
granddad pissed all over himself before I drank the last drops from his
dick -- very pungent. This was a seriously filthy old slut. Shakeel was
inside me again and regularly withdrawing and offering his dick for
Grandad to suck. I suspect Gramps was a borderline shit eater And so it
went on.

Afterwards Shakeel told me that his Grand-dad had been playing with him
since he was a new-born, drinking his baby piss and later every load of
come he could produce until he got married.  That was a very hot but one
time experience for me. How I wish it was video-taped.

My life continues in a similar vein today. My lust is not diminished as I
enter my 30th year. I am still curious about some sexual activities I
have yet to experience. Animals do not appeal greatly but would I suck a
dog's dick? Probably, once to try. I have given but never taken shit-sex
several times and surely I will take one day.

Increasingly I believe I have suppressed moderate Pedo tendencies
(evident in some of these stories) and I seriously fantasise about
pre-teen boys and infants, and also girls. Parents involved would be even
better. Pre-teen and infant piss appeals especially.Yesterday I jerked
off fantasing about drinking piss from a boy baby. And I want to taste
baby holes, both boys and girls.. One day this will happen. Whether it
merits writing about remains to be seen.

Will my exhibitionism scale new heights in public places? I expect so.
Frequently now I strip naked in public toilet cubicles waiting for
action.

Will my sexual appetite diminish with age? Dunno. It certainly has not
yet.


Now you know more about me, Vikram. If you would like to hear more then say
so -- I will respond to any emails sent to vkkformore@hotmail.com. There
further tales of my experiences from age 12 right until the present day.