Date: Thu, 7 May 2015 21:09:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bob Smith <bobmflorida@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little Indian Buddies  Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A few hours later they arrived in the dining room for breakfast. The
Maître D' sat them both at a table and invited them to the buffet. The
buffet was extensive with both Indian and Western food. The restaurant was
about half full, mostly westerners on vacation, so there wasn't a line for
the food.

The father and son couple went to the buffet and filled their plates with
food. When they returned to their table, there was the boy from the lake
waiting for them with a pot of coffee. He was dressed in a white long shirt
and khaki short pants, no shoes. It was obvious he worked there.  The two
boys recognized each other immediately.

"Good morning, sir. Would you like some coffee?" said the lad.

"Good morning." replied both Bob and his son.

"Dad, this is the boy I was telling you about. The boy on the stairs to the
lake? You are the boy I saw bathing this morning aren't you?"

 "Yes, sir. I saw you on your veranda this morning as I was bathing."

By now the conversation drew the attention of the Maître D' and he came
running over to see if there was a problem.

"No problem." Bob said, "But you might be able to help us arrange a tour of
the local temples for my son tomorrow. I am going to be all tied up in
meetings all day and want my son to see the sights."

"The hotel has some excellent tours." said the Maître D'. "I will ask
one of the staff to assist you." and he scooted off to make arrangements
for a visit from the concierge.

The boy looked at the receding Maître D and said in a low voice. "My
father does tours if you are interested and he cost a lot less money for a
full day. But don't tell the maître d, please."

Scott looked at his dad and tilted his head "yes."

"When can we talk to your dad?"

"He is right outside the hotel. After you eat we can visit him. Would you
like some more coffee, sir?"

"Yes, fill up my cup and when we are done we will chat with your dad. "

After breakfast they met the boy in the car park and proceeded to find his
dad. His dad was standing outside a tuk-tuk, a black and yellow cycle with
a cab on the back of it. Generally, tuk-tuk can fit two in the back, maybe
three in a tight fit, and one more in the front with the driver.

While the boy spoke excellent English, the dad's verbal skills were
limited. The final agreement was for Bob to hire the dad and his vehicle
for the next day, or longer, to tour Scott around the Capital City, as they
lovingly called Bhubaneswar. The boy was also hired to translate.

"Will you have a problem getting the time off work?" Bob asked.

"No sir. I am off for holiday during the next four days. No problem."

Scott looked at the boy. "What's your name." he asked.

"I am Arjuna."

"Nice to meet you, Arjuna. My name is Scott. Maybe I will see you around
the pool today?"

Scott did see a lot of Arjuna that day. Arjuna was working the pool,
bringing drinks and food to the few guests that wanted to wilt in the
sun. Fortunately, there were very few guests at the pool. Indians don't
seem to like to swim and the westerners were out acting like tourists.

Scott was wearing his most skimpy bathing suit at the pool. One his dad
purchased on line. It was even skimpier than the Speedo he wore at the
beach at home. This bathing suit would fit in well as the beaches of
Europe, but was almost scandalous in India, if worn by an adult.

A boy wearing it was no problem as boys Bob's age, twelve, were often times
naked. The suit was a tight fit and Arjuna could not miss seeing his new
friend's erection as they spontaneously popped up as he napped in the sun.

Scott also could not miss watching Arjuna watch him. Both boys were curious
about the other.

The next morning found Scott on the veranda watching all the action at the
lake. Like yesterday, men and teens would come to the lake and take off
their pants and swim and bath in their underwear. Younger boys, up to 13 or
fourteen, would come to the lake, like yesterday, in short pants, which
they quickly lost or they had come already naked for a swim.

Arjuna arrived with two other twelve year old boys. They all dropped their
shorts, no underwear, and went down the stairs to the lake. Arjuna looked
up and saw Scott and gave him a Namaste and a wave.

Scott, still in his briefs, returned the greetings. Arjuna turned to his
buddies and asked them something in in Odia, the local language. All the
boys seem to come to an agreement.

Arjuna looked up at Scott and waved him to come down to the lake and join
them.

Scott didn't have to think twice. The boys looked like they were having fun
and Scott had no issues skinny dipping with them. He nodded his head "yes",
went to the bedroom where he removed his underwear and put on just his
cargo shorts.

He joined the boys at the lake and Arjuna introduced him to his friends,
Raja and Pernandu.

All the boys spoke English at some level so they asked him if he wanted to
go swimming with them.

Scott said "yes: and removed his pants and stood naked with them.

Pernandu said something to Arjuna in Odia and Arjuna turned to Scott. "They
want to know why your penis is so different than ours. You don't have any
skin on the tip of your penis."

"When I was a little kid, my mom had the doctor cut off the skin on the tip
of my dick...err penis."

Arjuna turned back to the other boys and explained my shortcomings to
them. They shook their head in wonder. Another flurry of questions and
Arjuna turned to me. "This is a little embarrassing, but Raja wants to know
if it still can get hard and squirt?"

I looked at all three guys and said "Oh! Yes. And if they are lucky they
might see it get hard."

Arjuna just looked at me and then told the boys what I had said. They all
laughed and Arjuna said, "Let's bath."

Scott entered the dirty water and wondered if he had made a mistake
agreeing to swim. He knew the general rule was not to let any of the
polluted water in his mouth. He knew he didn't have any cuts or open sores
so he figured it would be all right. The water was surprisingly warm. A few
feet out from shore it became waist deep. The boys swam and then the
horseplay started. They may be from different cultures, but deep down all
boys are the same. The tried to duck each other and climb on each other's
back and eventually, as happens when boys swim naked; they started to yank
on each other's dick and balls.

The first time it happened to Scott he was somewhat taken back. Raja, swam
underwater to Scott and pulled on his dick. When he surfaced, he looked at
Scott and then told Arjuna what he had done. Arjuna was shocked and
mortified. He started to yell at Raja. He wasn't sure how the American
would take having his Johnson pulled on.

The two kids were so engrossed with their argument, they never notice Scott
swimming underwater toward Raja and seizing his nuts and giving them a pull
and then heading for Arjuna and yanking his balls right after abusing
Raja's dick.

Scott surfaced and looked at both boys and smiled. That seemed to open the
gates to even more play. Everyone seemed to chase the other guys grabbing
their nuts and cocks. In five minutes everyone was semi and going hard
fast.

Scott had played grab ass before, but this was the first time it was in
such a public place. It seemed Indians were a lot more tolerant of their
boys than Americans. People walked by twenty yards away and never seem to
notice the boys' sex play.

The game became even more sensuous when Raja grabbed Scott's dick and
actually started to jack him off while Raja was under water. Raja surfaced
near Scott and kept his hands on Scott's cock and continuing stroking him.

Scott reached under the dark water and started to reciprocate. Raja said
something to Arjuna in Odia and Arjuna swam underwater and touched his new
friend's cock, confirming Raja's statement that the two boys were jacking
off together.

"Do you like this?" Arjuna asked.

"I love this. Don't you?" Scott asked.

"Yes, my friends and I do this all the time but I wasn't sure American boys
liked doing this kind of thing."

"This American boy likes it and does stuff like this with his friends all
the time." Scott said smiling.

The boy's conversation was shattered by a call from Scott's suite.

"Scott, Arjuna's dad will be here shortly. Come on back and get breakfast
and dressed."

"Guys, we will have to continue this tomorrow. Arjuna and I are off to see
the city."

All four boys left the lake with stiff penises and not a little bit of
disappointment. None of the people passing them by looked at their cocks,
but a number of people looked at Scott since a white boy coming out of an
Indian lake was unusual to them.

Once on the shore, the Indian lads looked over Scott's baby making
equipment with a critical and approving eye.

In return, Scott perused each of their hanging parts. All three kids were
were between four and five inches hard. Once erect their foreskins slid
behind their owner's glans and all four boys looked alike. They reluctantly
got dressed and Scott and Arjuna got ready for the days' tour.

Before they left each other they agreed to meet again the next morning for
more play.