Date: Fri, 11 Dec 2009 23:13:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Peder Pederson <pederdagreat@yahoo.com>
Subject: Asian Journal 1

My Travels to Asia,
A Journal of Sorts





by





D. V. Zomba

Copyright 2003
Contents


	Prologue 	3
	Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia (Orchid)	4
	Cha Am, Thailand (Mangos)	18
	Lahore, Pakistan (Teacher)	31
	Kollam, Kerala (Kama-Kama)	45
	Masqat, Oman (Hope)	59

Prologue

	There are things about life that are more enlightening than others!
I have my share of enlightening experiences but none like those I
experienced on a trip to Asia.
	After my Bachelor's degree and two years in a Master's program, I
found a position that met my every expectation. I was lucky in that
respect! Statistics show that a person changes positions at least four
times before they are thirty. Well I am forty-three, healthy, in good shape
and am with the same company!
	Not every thing was gone smoothly in the past twenty years. There
have been disappointments, including a failed marriage. Luckily there were
no children involved. The divorce was two years ago. I plunged into my job
with insatiable vigor and six months ago I landed a lucrative contract for
the company. My reward was two additional weeks of paid vacation and a
round trip air ticket to anywhere in the world I wanted to go.
	I went to the president of the company and asked if I could add the
two weeks on to my normal four week paid vacation, and take it all at
once. He was a bit hesitant, but understood that my personal problems and
normal stress of the job could be counterproductive in the long run. He
asked that I delay my trip for half a year while they arranged things
within the company for my protracted absence. That was only fair, I
guess. I agreed.
	One of the things that I appreciate about my position is that even
though the company was formed to make money, the well being of the
employees was important. My upper midlevel position would not be easy to
manage with my absence. I appreciated that.
	I had decided to go to Asia. I had traveled to Europe several
times--once during college and twice after graduation. I wanted to see
Asia. Especially, there were names that really fascinated me and conjured
up romantic, exotic locales--Kuala Lumpur, Vientiane, Jodhpur, Lahore, and
the like.
	So I packed my bags, lightly and ventured forth!  I.

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia (Daylight)

	I really don't know what I expected when I landed at Kuala Lumpur
International Airport, but the lavish, ultra-modern facility was mind
blowing! I gaped like a kid! On the taxi ride into the city, my nose was
nearly pressed against the window as I took in the sights of lush jungle,
palm oil plantations and outskirts of the city. Kuala Lumpur is decidedly
modern--even progressive. The city center is a combination of the ultra
modern, lavishly appointed towers with pockets of charming, two storey
colonial architectural structures. Even the freeways are beautifully
landscaped--and greenery everywhere. The city seemed remarkably clean.
	I checked into my hotel--a comfortable four-star facility--and
crashed! The flight from L.A. was interminably long, and my ticket was for
economy class--but I can't complain. I'm in Kuala Lumpur!
	After eight hours of fitful, jet-lagged sleep, I got up, showered
and went down for breakfast. That day, with a not so accurate map from the
concierge, I walked, and walked, and walked! Kuala Lumpur is an eminently
walkable city--at least the city center is. The streets twist and turn in
bewildering complexity--they must have followed that old paths of drunken
cattle. Few streets are straight for more than a block. But I is a totally
engrossing city. And, after getting completely lost, I hailed a taxi and
returned to the hotel, tired and a bit disheveled.
	After an invigorating shower, I went down to the lobby lounge and
ordered a double martini. The concierge came over to where I was sitting
and asked if I had enjoyed my day. I said, "I did."
	In a friendly manner he asked how long I would be staying in
Malaysia and did I have any place I wanted to see. I said, "My itinerary is
open, but I really have no definite plans."
	"Do you like the out-of-doors?" he asked.
	"Yes, but I'm not a trekker!" I admitted.
	He smiled, then suggested a three day package to the national park,
called Taman Negara.
	"That might be interesting!" I said, although I am really not into
'guided tours.' He went to his desk, returned and handed me a brochure
about the Taman Negara. "Thanks," I said and began to peruse the
folder. After reading through the brochure, I thought, "Why not?"
	I booked the package for three days hence, and was informed that a
small bus would meet me at the entrance of the hotel along with an escort
for the group. The next two days I took in the sites of the surrounding
area--booking a taxi for the two days. The cab was remarkably cheap by
U.S. standards and the driver was quite accommodating.

-- Thursday --

	I got up early, ate breakfast, checked out and was in the lobby at
8:30 for the 8:45 bus. The time of the bus's arrival came and went. I went
up to the concierge and inquired about the delay. He quickly made a phone
call. Hanging up he informed me, "The bus is coming, it's been a bit
delayed!" and then added with a twinkle, "In Malaysia time is flexible!"
	That was a fact of which I soon became aware as apparently the only
things that are relatively on time in Malaysia are airplane departures and
even then there are always the usual delays! At 8:45 a small, rather
luxurious bus drove up, and a youngish, swarthy man jumped out, came into
the lobby and asked, "Is Mr. Craig Cummins here?"
	I stood up, and said, "I'm Craig Cummins."
	He came over, shook my hand, grabbed by bag and announced, "I'm
Suraj, your tour coordinator." Then, he added, "You are the last tour
member. We leave now!" He wheeled around and walked briskly to the bus
where he deposited my bag and ceremoniously ushered me into the bus.
	I was met by eighteen other tour members ranging in age from mid
thirties to mid fifties. All were either European or North American. I
wondered whether or not the purposely segregated these tours? There were
two vacant seats directly behind the driver. I took the one nearest the
window. Suraj sat in the aisle seat across from me.
	He stood up after we had maneuvered into the city's traffic and
made the obligatory opening remarks of welcome and what would be the time
table for that day. He then passed out an itinerary for the next three
days. Upon returning to his seat, he turned to me and asked, "Is this your
first trip to Malaysia, Mr. Cummins?"
	"Yes it is," I answered. We then fell into a conversation of
questions and observations.


	Suraj, I soon discovered was not 'Indian' as I had asked, but
'Tamil.' I guess the distinction was important to him. From our inquiring
conversation--'inquiring' mostly on his behalf--I gleaned that he was
thirty years old, married, one child, went to a local two-year college,
wanted a better job, decried the ethnic barriers in his country, and wanted
to visit America. Suraj was quite handsome, a brilliant flashing smile,
dark full mustache, the darkest eyes I had ever seen and thick, jet black,
arching eyebrows. He appeared to be close to six feet tall and of medium
build. He was impeccably, but casually dressed. Suraj was apparently proud
of his English, which he well should be, although there was an obvious
Indian lilt to it! I also found out that the reason there were no
'indigenous' tour members was that this wasn't the holiday season for
Malaysia, and that most Malaysians couldn't afford this package.
	I was a bit surprised at the last bit of information as I found the
package very reasonable--but then 'reasonable' by my standards! I leaned
back and observed the view as we wound our way out of the city and began to
climb upwards. After motoring over a pass, we descended and soon pulled
into a parking area attached to a relatively nice looking
rest-stop-cum-eatery. This was to be our 'lunch stop.'


	At 4:45 we pulled into the entrance of the Taman Negara and
stopped. Suraj stepped out and paid the entrance fees and made a short
phone call. Shortly we pulled up to a circle of 'chalets' that were to be
our homes for the next three nights. He was met by an officious middle aged
man, handed some keys and the conversed briefly. Suraj got back on the bus,
began to call out the names of the tour members and handed them a key and
indicated the appropriate 'chalet.' Apparently, I was the only single in
the group--the others were anxious couples! I was the last on the list.
	"Mr. Cummins, there's been a bit of a problem," he admitted.
	"Oh?" I queried, "I have to sleep with the monkeys?" I quipped?
	"Oh, no Sir!" he interjected quickly. "There was some kind of
miscommunication. You have a chalet, but they have no place for me to
sleep. Do you mind if we share a chalet?" he asked apologetically.
	"Not at all," I answered. What could I say? Besides, I have been
involved in my share of 'miscommunications' in my life.
	"That's very kind of you," he answered. "You have Chalet 10--it's
named 'Sungai Besi.' That's river of steel!"
	"Really, what a strange name!"
	 "I will deposit my luggage there as soon as I see to the other
tour members."
	"Ok," I said, as I walked to the chalet with my bag. I unlocked the
door and entered a relatively spacious room with the requisite two-seater
sofa, chairs, table and a queen size bed! One bed! Not two! Well, I have
slept with guys before in one bed with not too much trouble. Guess a queen
size bed will give us a bit more space!
	To one side was a door that led to the bathroom. It was small, but
adequate. I pulled back the drapes opposite the front door and was met with
a wonderful view of lush jungle. The minor inconvenience of the bed paled
in comparison to the gorgeous view.
	Suraj entered the chalet carrying a small canvas, sport bag.
	"I must apologize for the inconvenience, Mr. Cummins," he
said. Then added after glancing around, "I will have them bring in a pallet
for me to sleep on."
	Now I know what a pallet is! It's a thin mat, barely two inches
thick and wide enough for a single, thin body.
	"That's not necessary, Suraj," I said, adding, "We can share the
bed. If you don't mind. It's big enough for the both of us!"
	"Thank you, Mr. Cummins. That's very generous," came his genuine
answer.
	"No problem."
	"Mr. Cummins, Sir, do you want to take a shower after the journey?"
he asked with undue respect.
	"Suraj, we're going to be together for the next two or three days
and I really find 'Mr. Cummins' and 'Sir' too formal! Please call me
Craig!"
	"Thank you, Mr. . . . ah, Craig," he answered, obviously pleased at
being on the same level as me. Yet he was slightly shy at the familiarity.


	I had gone to college with a number of Asians and I was aware of
the often strict social structure of many of the countries. I had read
where the Malaysians were quite polite, even deferential to
Westerners. Guess it was a hang-up after being occupied by the British! I
didn't want to impinge upon their cultural traditions in public, but in
private, that was another matter.


	"And, no, I won't shower just now. I just want to relax for a bit
before I shower. But, if you want one--go ahead."
	"Thank you again," Suraj repeated, "I need a shower after that long
trip."
	"Good, be my guest!"


	Suraj unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, then the singlet he
wore under it. I have since marveled at the fact that most Asian men wear a
singlet, even in the heat! He sat down, removed his sox and stuffed them in
his shoes. Then he stood up, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped
his pants and stepped out of them. All that was left was a pair of blue,
mini briefs. These, too, he slipped off and laid them on his trousers. He
stood there, completely nude.
	I was taken back! Not because of a man's nudity! In America we are
used to that, especially in locker rooms and communal showers, or even in a
dorm room you might share with another guy! But, here in Asia, it's another
matter. Asians, I had found in college, were extremely modest! Many of them
would not use the communal showers and shyly averted their eyes in the
locker rooms when a nude body walked past. When they changed from their
street clothes to their gym togs, it was rapidly and with an absolute
minimum of exposure--quick change artists! I was always amazed and amused
as I used to wondered how their population blossomed midst such close
packed circumstances! Yet there he was--buck naked!


	Suraj's handsome face was a mirror of his sinewy body! Swarthy, nut
brown and smooth except for his legs which were dusted with black
hair. Dark, purple, quarter-sized aureolas punctuated his firm chest. His
stomach was flat and laddered. At its base of his 'V'd' torso was a thick,
black thatch of curly hair from which sprang an opulent, foreskin-covered,
dangling cock. His swinging cock was cradled by equally opulent balls. He
was in more ways than one: 'startling.' I glanced more than once at his
bare form.
	Apparently, he noticed my interest and surprise, because he flashed
a smile, walked over to the bed where he took one of the towels casually in
his hand and disappeared into the bathroom. His retreating form displayed
his 'V'd' torso springing from the twin orbs of a firm, smooth ass! All was
supported by long, lightly muscled legs. A sight to behold! Suraj reminded
me of any number of Shiva images I had seen in museums--lean, lightly
muscled and imminently flowing as he moved across the floor with an innate
grace.
	My confusion came from no discomfort with a nude male body. Nor did
it come from any homoerotic feelings. Since high school, I have had a
number same-sex contacts--not enough to cause me any great concern or the
feeling of a need to reevaluate my sexual preference. But my confusion came
from the totally relaxed manner in the way he stripped and displayed
himself in front of a virtual stranger! Yet, as I mused on his action, I
said to myself that I had been nude in locker rooms with perfect strangers
before. Perhaps it was the privacy of the room that affected me. Strange!


	I left the chalet. I needed a walk to clear my mind. I returned
forty-five minutes later. Suraj was sitting on the sofa reading a
newspaper.
	"It's beautiful here!"
	"Yes it is, but you shouldn't go too far. People have gotten lost
here," Suraj warned.
	"Don't worry, I was careful."
	"Better hurry, dinner will be at 7:00," Suraj announced.
	"Oh, OK," I said as I began to undress for the shower.


	Not to be outdone by this handsome--even desirable man--I stripped
my clothes off--all of them. I wasn't going to be the modest one! I
surreptitiously noticed that Suraj was watching my every move. That
vicariously pleased me and I hid nothing! When I returned to the main room
after the shower, I was toweling my hair. Everything else was exposed! My
six foot, one-hundred-eighty pound frame was in decent shape, even
considering my forty-three years--I worked out twice a week at a local
gym. I had a modicum of hair sprinkled across my chest and a thick bush at
the base of my belly. My legs were covered with a normal amount of
hair. Again his eyes coursed over my body from top to bottom, and continued
to do so while I dressed. I put on my clothes slowly, even deliberately
turning from side to side so that he would be able to assess all. I now
realize that what I was doing was a tease! But his overt nudity, frankly
interested me--almost to the point of
 arousal. Once or twice I looked over at him and he quickly averted his
gaze only to return his eyes to my body when I looked away.
	Dinner was served on two large tables which comfortably seated the
nineteen members of the group. Suraj ate at a separate table for
two. Again, Asian separation of class. After dinner, Suraj announced the
itinerary for the next day and indicated what would be appropriate clothing
and shoes. Breakfast at 8:00. Friday was to have a morning 'hike' beginning
at 9:00 and one in the afternoon starting at 3:00. I guess they wanted to
ease us gently into the rigors of jungle life! Most of us stayed and
chatted until about 9:00 when we broke up, going to out separate
chalets. When I entered 'Sungai Besi,' Suraj was not there. I undressed and
slipped on a pair of light cotton, loose sleeping shorts. Normally in the
States I slept nude, but brought these sleeping shorts along in case the
circumstances warranted them. This situation seemed to be just such a
circumstance.


	The day had been warm and slightly humid. I turned on the ceiling
fan to low, left a reading lamp on and lay on the bed--flat on my
back. Shortly Suraj came in and quietly closed the door and tip-toed to the
desk.
	"That's OK, I'm not sleeping," I declared.
	"Oh? I thought you were. Did you enjoy supper?"
	"Yes . . . quite nice. I love spicy food."
	Suraj smiled as he undressed. "Many foreigners don't," he declared
calmly.
	"They don't know what they're missing!"
	Suraj nodded and stripped down in the half light. He pulled a short
sarong from his bag, stepped into it folded and rolled it into place. He
was now covered from his waist to his knees. Quietly he switched off the
light and slipped onto the bed. I marveled on how dark it was in that
chalet--talk about pitch black!


	As I said, I normally lay flat on my back and let my arms lay on
the bed as well along my side. It was a way I had learned from a Chinese
friend who said that it was a meditative position which pools the blood
evenly throughout the body. Has something to do with 'Chi.' Anyway It does
help me. In the darkness, it was easy to concentrate and I willfully slowed
my breathing.
	Several minutes later, I felt a light touch on my left wrist--so
light I wasn't sure if I weren't dreaming. Then again, I felt it. I didn't
move. Soon I felt Suraj's fingers on my lower arm moving lightly up and
down. I didn't move. The fingers moved to my upper arm and traced their way
over my biceps. I still did not move. But, I could sense my breathing was
increasing to short intakes--almost gasps--and a pleasing sensation began
to insinuate itself and was centered in my groin! Those hot electric
fingers moved from my biceps to my chest and centered their movement on my
left nipple. Softly the nipple was rolled in his fingers--then more
insistently. I didn't move, but I let out an audible gasp.
	Now, as I have said, I have had a number of same-sex contacts and I
knew what was happening! I wasn't even too surprised after the afternoon's
revelations. I was beginning to anticipate the joys of an encounter with
this mahogany-colored man.
	His hand moved over to my right nipple and began there the same
ministration. This time I groaned. I felt Suraj move closer in the darkness
as his hand slowly, erotically moved down over my stomach! My body tensed
in anticipation! My breath quickened. His hand floated over the waistband
of my sleeping shorts and came to rest over my lengthening cock! The heat
that was transmitted from his hand to my cock was galvanic! My whole body
twitched! My cock jerked upwards from the contact.


	Suraj whispered, gutturally, "You have a nice cock!"
	All I could answer was, "Mmmm." He had me under his spell! This
dark Shiva.
	He slipped his hand into the fly and grasped my hardening cock.
	"Aahhhh," exploded from my lips. I was dumbstruck from the
sensation! Why is it when your cock is touched by another person--in this
case a man--you react as if it's the first time ever? It must be the
anticipation of things to come!
	He began to fondle my cock until it achieved full erection. I
arched my back, forcing my hips off the bed. I yearned to have this
sensation continue and prayed that it would increase! My inaudible prayer
was answered.
	Suraj moved again. He grasped the waistband of my shorts and drew
them off my legs as I arched to facilitate my denuding. Again he grasped my
cock. This time iI was jolted from the touch. Suddenly I felt my cock head
being licked by his tongue. It was hot. It was stimulating. It was
fantastic.
	"Aahhhh," again exploded from my lips.
	The my whole cock was incased in his mouth in one movement!
	"Jeeze!" I gasped, and was able to add, "That's fantastic!
	I reached down grasped his head, pulled it off my cock and up to my
face. I kissed him on his mouth. He tried to pull away, but I insinuated my
tongue into his mouth and continued. Slowly he relaxed and even began to
return my deep, tonguing kiss. Our mouths were locked in that probing
embrace for a full minute, during which we torqued our bodies together. We
both felt the other's rigid cocks against out bellies and we writhed to
achieve the maximum sensation. Skin against skin, cocks dueling between our
bodies.
	Suraj pulled away, gasping! "I have never kissed a man before," he
admitted, panting for breath.
	"Have you ever BEEN with a man before?"
	"Yes, many times, but I've never kissed before!"
	"Did I offend you?"
	He paused in his answer. "No, but I've never done it."


	Gently I cupped his face and drew it to mine. He did not
resist. Gently I planted a kiss on his closed lips. Still he did not
resist. Again, I kissed his mouth and let the tip of my tongue touch his
lips. Again, he did not resist. The third time, I gently kissed his mouth
and let my tongue slip in between his lips. They parted and I slid my
tongue deep into his mouth and caressed his tongue with mine. This time
there was a slight groan and he slid his tongue into my mouth in return. It
became a long probing kiss! We both drew pack panting.
	"Did you like that?"
	"Yes," came the quick, breathless answer.
	Then Suraj quickly turned, took my cock and began to ravenously
suck it again! His head moved up and down as my cock was stimulated by the
combination of the vacuum, flicking tongue and moist lips!
	"Oh, god, Suraj . . . . that feels sooo good!"
	"You have a nice cock! I love to suck it!" and he went back to my
rigid pole. His sucking quickly brought me to the edge. I pulled away.
	"What's wrong?" he gasped.
	"I'm about to cum and I don't want to just yet!" Saying that I
reached under his bent torso and grasped his hard cock. "I want some of
this!" I admitted.
	Without a word, Suraj lay back while I bent over and tongued the
tip of his cock.
	"YESSS!" came his response.
	Now his cock was as big as mine--a full seven inches and relatively
thick. However, where I am cut his big cock was uncut. So I slid my
grasping hand upwards so the loose foreskin covered his ample cock-head and
slid my tongue under it and swirled it around his flaring cock-head.
	"Oh, . . . Craig, . . that is so . . . hot!"
	Then, I opened my mouth wide and went down on his whole unyielding
pole.
	"Aahhhh," exploded from deep in his being.
	I could feel his cock twitch deep in my mouth. I began to move up
and down his cock--quicker and quicker.
	Suraj groaned louder and louder. I could feel his balls tighten,
ready to release their load, and I drew off, panting.
	"Your mouth is so hot!" he gasped. "Why did you stop?"
	"I want to turn on the reading light so I can see you . . . I want
to watch your face when I suck your cock!"
	"No! I don't like that!" he stated unequivocally.
	"Why? You've never made love except in the dark?" I asked.
	"Never!"
	"Never?"
	"No, never!" and then he added, "I don't like it that way."
	"OK," I conceded, "But, you don't know what you are missing!"
	"Maybe. But, I don't like it that way."


	We continued in the dark!
	Soon we were in the sixty-nine position. His ardor didn't flag, but
continued as each of us lavishly sucked the other's cock. As his cock was
deep in my mouth and mine in his, I slipped my finger into his crack and
rubbed it against his puckered hole. He groaned. I anointed my finger with
my saliva and pressed it against his tight hole until the gate opened and
my finger slipped in. This time Suraj groaned harder and began a similar
assault on my hole. Cocks in mouths and fingers fucking holes, we
simultaneously rose to that plateau of no return.
	As rarely happens, we came at the same time, flooding each other's
mouth with copious amounts of pearly, viscous cum. Our asses twitched
around the inserted fingers as roll after roll of tidal orgasm swept our
bodies. Finally, we pulled apart, gasping and luxuriating in the fabulous
sensation and warm afterglow.


	I was the first to speak. "Suraj, that was awesome!"
	"Mmmm," was all he said.
	He swung around and before laying his head on the pillow, reached
over and planted a light kiss on my lips!
	I smiled in the darkness, thankful for that favor. Completely nude,
and warm from our sporting, I fell into a deep sleep in the darkness.

-- Friday --

	When I awoke, Suraj had already left the chalet. I showered,
dressed and walked to the dining room. More than half of the tour members
were there, drinking their coffee and quietly chatting amongst
themselves. Suraj was at his table.
	As I walked past him I said, with a slight wink, "Good morning,
Suraj."
	Glancing up, acknowledging my wink with a slight smile, he
returned, "Good morning, Mr. Cummins." Perfect, public deference!
	After breakfast we were led off on our morning 'hike.' This was
concentrated on the flora of the area. The guide was competent, even quite
informative as we examined this plant and that one. Luckily, we were able
to see the fabled rafflesia, the world's biggest flower--and probably the
smelliest! I'm glad I saw it, but don't care if I never see one again! It
stinks, really! Some of the other flowers were fabulous, especially the
delicate wild orchids
	All the time, Suraj, deferentially brought up the back of our group
as we walked the winding trails. A good shepherd!
	We were back to the compound by noon. In time for a quick shower
before lunch. I was in the cabin alone as Suraj apparently had 'tour
business' to see so. Lunch was consumed and we all gathered in the center
of the compound, awaiting the guide.
	The afternoon's trek was a bit more strenuous--about a five mile
hike! It took us to one of the most beautiful water falls I have ever
seen. Taman Negara is one of the oldest rain forests in the
world. Interestingly, the Malaysians don't use the term 'jungle,' but
employ the word 'forest.' The forest consists of a 'high canopy,' 'middle
canopy' and 'low canopy'--150', 75' and 15' respectively. We simply did not
encounter the 'impenetrable jungle' of the type extolled in various
Hollywood films fame! Surprise!
	We returned just in time for supper which was consumed,
ravenously. Suraj announced the next day's schedule--a morning hike to
another part of the forest where tapirs were known to inhabit, and an
afternoon at the local herpetarium. Most of us returned to our chalets for
a much needed shower, then returned for evening coffee. By 9:00 I was
getting a bit drowsy, so I returned to the chalet.


	Suraj had not taken coffee and was busily filling out a report when
I entered the chalet.
	"Hi, Craig," he cheerily greeted me.
	"Hi Suraj."
	I noted the shift in name, and smiled. He returned to his
papers. Slowly I peeled my clothes off, put on my sleeping shorts and
flopped on the bed. I noted that Suraj glanced towards me, away from his
work four or five times. As before, I undressed at a languid pace, knowing
that the sight of my body aroused him.
 	"I hope that the desk light doesn't bother you too much," he
stated, then added, "I'll be but a minute more."
	"No problem! You can leave it on," I added with irony in my voice.
	Suraj glanced over to me, but didn't smile.


	All day I had wondered if this night would be a repeat of Thursday
night. I didn't obsess about it, but Suraj had certainly piqued my interest
the night before.
	When he finished his work, he got up, stripped his clothes off and
stood there for several seconds. The desk light bathed his body,
luxuriously illuminating the important parts (at least as far as I was
concerned). Smiling he switched off the light and climbed on to the bed
without donning his sarong!
	Suraj rolled towards me, encircled my chest with his arms, reached
over and kissed me on the lips. I smiled to my self, thankful for little
victories. We were in the velvet darkness of the night. Our sporting was
certainly a repeat of the night before! We spent a hot hour of uninhibited,
steamy sex. My orgasm was galvanic, and, from Suraj's reaction, his was the
same!


	We lay next to each other luxuriating in the golden afterglow of
good sex.
	"That was nice," Suraj murmured.
	"Yeah, very nice," I returned.
	"Can I ask you a personal question, Craig?"
	"Sure."
	"Do you do this often?"
	"You mean, sex with a guy?"
	"Yes."
	"Not too often, and you?"
	"Not too often, either."
	"Well from your reactions, I assume that you enjoy it!"
	"Yes. I love being with a guy," he admitted matter-of-factly,
without emotion.
	"Can I ask you a personal question, Suraj?"
	"Yes."
	"You're married, with a child. Do you feel this type of association
creates a problem?"
	"No! I had no choice."
	"What do you mean?"
	Suraj hesitated for a moment. "I'm Tamil. As a man I must marry. My
mother had said that when she died she would not rest in peace if I wasn't
married."
	"Wow. That's a pretty compelling reason."
	"Yeah, it is. So I was married. I guess my mom is happy!"
	"Did you know your wife long before you married?"
	"No, we met the day we were married."
	I was flabbergasted. I had heard that in the past arranged
marriages proceeded in this manner. I was oblivious of the fact that in
some cases they still do!
	"Can I ask you another personal question?"
	"What?"
	"Do you enjoy sex with your wife?"
	"It's OK. We don't do it too often."


	From this opening and the brief conversation that followed, I came
to understand the dilemma Suraj found himself in. He was probably more gay
than bisexual. His cultural heritage demanded that a man marry and father
children. He did his duty without emotion or passion. He mated with his
wife. I wondered what her feelings must have been? It was so unfair to all
parties! No wonder Suraj insisted upon total darkness to make love. Love?
No! To have sex!

-- Saturday --

	At lunch, after the morning walk, I announced to Suraj, "I'm not
going on the afternoon tour. I hate snakes and am not the least
interested."
	"Oh? What will you do?"
	"Just take it easy. Walk to the green house and look at the
plants. Maybe read a little. Don't worry . . . no reflection on the 'tour
package.'"
	"OK," was all he said. He looked a bit concerned, and added, "Are
you all right?"
	"Sure. I just am not interested in snakes!" Actually, I find snakes
one of the most repulsive creatures under the sun. Theu simply didn't
interest me!
	After wandering through the compound, looking at the orchid
specimens and other plants, I returned to the chalet, took a shower,
slipped into some loose shorts, grabbed a book and started to read. About
3:30 I heard someone mounting the steps of the chalet and looked up as
Suraj came in.
	"You're back early," I said.
	"Ms. Tillotson wasn't feeling good, brought her with her husband to
the nurse. Encik Amir will return the others after the tour."
	"So you're taking a free afternoon off," I teased.
	Suraj smiled, "I really don't think anyone will miss me!"He smiled,
then he added, "Enjoy your afternoon?"
	"Yeah! The orchids were fantastic. . . . so fragile . . .so
beautiful, yet strangely erotic!"
	"Erotic? Never thought flower could be erotic." he snorted.
	"Well, look at them. You'll see."
	He shrugged his shoulders, undressed, grabbed his towel and went to
the bathroom. I heard the shower running. A few minutes he returned, towel
around his neck, cock and balls hanging. He put on a pair of loose shorts
and sat at the desk.
	"Time to finish my reports," he commented.
	"Yeah," I said, glancing over towards the desk. He was riffling
through some papers. His bare torso still damp from the shower, shorts low
slung and legs invitingly apart as he sat there. I knew that this was not
an open invitation, just his relaxed manner. Still I was slightly
aroused. The last two nights had eroticized me, especially towards this
eminently sexy guy. I went back to my reading. But, my peripheral vision
caught every move and I found myself glancing over at Suraj again. There
was a stirring in my loins.
	I got up went to the side table and poured myself a glass of water
and drank it. "Care for a glass of water?" I asked.
	"Yes, thanks, I could use some water."
	I filled a second glass and set it beside him and allowed my hand
to lightly trace a path over his shoulder and across his back. Suraj looked
up at me and smiled. I smiled back, interpreting his smile as
acquiescence. I moved my hand over his shoulder and rolled one of his dark
nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
	"Mmmm," was the only reply.
	I reached over the other shoulder and begin to run my hand lightly
over his belly, breathing in his ear at the same time.
	"Better stop that. You'll make me horny!" his uttered in a low
voice.
	"I was hoping so," I whispered in his ear and dropped my hand to
his crotch. I detected that there was a swelling beneath the light
fabric. I lightly fondled the encased and swelling love muscle.
	A hiss escaped from his lips.
	"Craig, lets do this later," he pleaded.
	He had aroused me so much the past two days that just his presence
made me pant with lascivious passion. I tongued his ear. From the past two
nights I had learned that this was a particularly erogenous area. Suraj
groaned. I slipped my hand beneath the loose waist band and fondled his
burgeoning cock--pulling the foreskin over the glistening purple head and
unsheathing it again. Again he groaned.
	"Please, Craig, tonight . . . there will be time for this!"
	His voice did not carry the full conviction of a command or of a
plea. My tongue circled his ear as my hand pushed back the foreskin of his
near hard cock again and I ran my fingers over the exposed, sensitive,
glistening, purple cock-head.
	"Ahhh!" escaped from his mouth. Then, "Craig . . . ."
	Quickly, I reached over and covered his mouth with mine, inserted
my tongue and kissed him deeply, cutting off any words of
objection. Simultaneously, I slowly moved my hand up and down the length of
his turgid cock!
	Without loosening my hold on his throbbing pole or his mouth, I
moved to his side, maneuvered his cock from under the waistband.
	Deep in his throat a groan resounded. I stopped kissing him,
immediately dropped to my knees and rapidly encased his beautiful cock in
my mouth! I could tell by his breathing and quaking body that Suraj, too,
was aroused to the point of no real objection. I sucked that hot tool deep
into my mouth!
	"Jeeze!" he uttered.
	I grabbed the front legs of the chair, turned it so that I could
comfortably kneel between his legs. Still there was no objection. I looked
up into his face and it was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth agape with
growing passion. I grabbed his shorts and quickly drew them off. Vainly he
attempted to stop me. I gulped his cock again, pistoning my head up and
down.
	"Ahhh!"
	I quickened my pace.
	Again, "Ahhh!" But now, I felt his hands clasping my head and his
hips thrusting in rhythm with my mouth.
	"Oh, god, Craig,"escaped from his lips with a guttural sound.
	I flicked my tongue over his saliva glistening cock-head. I sucked
the velvet foreskin back over that bulbous knob and slipped my tongue
inside it. This action, I knew from the past two nights, was particulatly
arousing for him! He was moaning and torqueing his body in uncontrolled
spasms of delight. Quickly, I stood up, took his hands and led him to the
bed. Gently I forced him down onto the bed, peeled of my clothes and
crawled between his legs and fondled his cock again.
	"You are so beautiful," I whispered.
	"Mmmmm, " was the only answer.
	I sucked his mahogany pole again. This time running my tongue under
the foreskin and swirling it around the swollen, saliva glistening
head. Then I gulped the whole length into my mouth. Suraj's head whipped
back and forth in passion.
	"What a beautiful cock!"
	Again, "Mmmmm, " was the only answer.
	"Suraj," I called quietly. No response.
	"Suraj." I called again, but this time more forcefully.
	"What?" he uttered as his eyes open and focused upon mine, "What?"
	"You have a most beautiful cock!" I declared with conviction and a
smile.
	He merely smiled. His eyes never leaving mine.
	"Look at this beautiful cock."
	"It's just a cock," he muttered, confused.
	"Look at it," I commanded.
	His eyes flitted from my eyes to his cock, remained there a few
seconds and then darted back to my eyes.
	"Now watch me, Watch me!"
	Never taking my eyes from his, I lowered my mouth to his cock. His
eyes started to close.
	"Watch me!" I breathed in a guttural tone, and he did. He opened
his eyes just as my mouth encased his cock-head. He watched as my tongue
extended and circled that flared knot. He watched as I began to move my
head up and down his cock. After a few strokes I lifted off his cock. "Did
that feel good?"
	"Oh, yes," came his simple but frank reply.
	"Did you like watching me suck your cock, Suraj?"
	He opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out.
	"Did you like how it felt when your watched your cock in my mouth?"
	"Yesss," came a quick reply.
	I smiled. "See, my sweet man, my beautiful man, there is something
sensuous in watching . . . in the light."
	I smiled and he smiled in return. I moved up beside him and kissed
him deeply on the mouth. Suraj returned the kiss with equal measure. I
began to move my hands, sensuously over his body. Tentatively, Suraj began
to do the same. We began a litany of the delights of touch and sight as I
lead him over his body and mine. He took in each new sight and the
attendant sensation with delight.
	"See my cock, Suraj. See what you do to me."
	He looked down at my rigid cock, smiled and said, quietly, "Seems
like you have the same effect on me, Craig!" He smiled as he glanced first
at my cock and then at his.
	Slowly, ever so slowly he moved towards my cock--never taking his
eyes from it! He bent down and sensually licked the bulging head of my
tumid prick. He opened his mouth and slipped his lips over that swollen
knob--closing his eyes! I smiled at his involuntary action.
	I groaned with the delight of feeling his warm moist mouth encasing
me. Then Suraj rotated his head slightly towards my face, opened his eyes
deliberately and looked directly into mine! I groaned again, returning his
passionate gaze.
	With my cock-head in his mouth, his lips curled into a mile! "I
have won!" his smile seemed to say! Then with out breaking our gaze, he
slid his lips down the length of my shaft, enveloping my cock in his mouth!
	"Your fantastic," I whispered.
	He tried to smile, but his mouth was full. However, his eyes smiled
brilliantly!
	Slowly, purposefully he moved his head up and down my hard, muscled
rod. Our eyes locked as if by an erotic, magnetic force.
	I reached for his delicious dick. The ample foreskin had slid over,
encasing that glistening, purple head. I tugged at it gently, rolling the
overhang between my thumb an forefinger. Deep in his throat a primal sound
emerged and his vocal cords vibrated my cock-head! The feeling was
electric. I maneuvered until I could suck his hooded cock into my
mouth. Our eyes still locked in that sensuous gaze.
	Both of us were groaning with delight when I detected a swelling of
Suraj's opulent cock. I knew he was close and that too brought me to the
verge of that delicious release for which we all long.
	Simultaneously we came! Our eyes shut, breaking that luxurious eye
contact that had fed our passion. Our individual cocks seemed to explode
creating a shower of brilliant light across our minds' eye and a flooding
of opalescent fluid from our spasming dicks! We were shaken to our very
core with the tremendous, elemental force of the orgasm. Its primal power
left us totally spent, utterly sapped of energy. We loosed each other's
cocks and quietly slid into that glow of delight which infused or being. We
lay entwined.
	After a few minutes, Suraj whispered, "That was beautiful!"
	"Wonderful!" I added.
	That night we again moved an a passionate dance of unbridled
lust. No Shiva image ever danced it better. It was equally atomic in its
effect upon us.

-- Sunday --

	The group returned to Kuala Lumpur by mid afternoon. I asked Suraj
if he would like to come to my hotel for a while. His eyes misted over as
he said that he longed to, but he had to go home. I understood. What could
I say?

-- Monday --


	Suraj met me at the departure area of K.L.I.A. and we had lunch. We
didn't talk much, but our eyes communicated torrents. He handed me a small
package as I passed into the immigration area. I thanked him--longed to
kiss him--but couldn't.
	I felt strangely empty as I boarded the plane holding a beautiful
white orchid in my hand!

	Few encounters stay with us with the vividness of the initial
experience. The tour to Taman Negara and the sensual, passionate Suraj will
always be remembered as I play that exquisite experience over and over
again in my mind. He was a truly fantastic man.