Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2013 12:46:10 +0800 (SGT)
From: kumar lingam <k_lingam_98@yahoo.com>
Subject: My American Dick Chapter 11

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My American Dick By Kumaralingam

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My American Dick Chapter 11

By Kumaralingam


The mutton biryani dinner was not very elaborate but it was tasty and
filling. Dick ordered beer with the meal and we had local wild strawberries
and cream for dessert. Surprisingly, we seemed to be the only guests at the
place. For the first time, I noticed the manager Raghu properly. He looked
a few years older than me. He was dark (darker than me), about 5' 10" with
a muscled body and a very handsome face. He was attentive asking if we
liked the food and if we needed anything in the cottage.  I spoke to him
Tamil and asked if there were any other guests staying at the property. He
replied that as the place was isolated in the forest, and at some distance
from the town, not many Indians liked staying there. Elm's Rock had mostly
an international clientele, that it was popular with nature lovers and
wildlife photographers. There were no visitors at that time but the owner
of the property, an Englishman, was on one of his periodic visits, but he
had retired to his cottage for the night.

Dick asked if there was internet at the place, we had not checked our mails
in quite a few hours. Raghu showed him to a nice antique desk by a bay
window in the library-cum-recreation room that had a PC and switched it
on. He asked if we wanted tea of coffee but we declined. He then said we
could ring the bell on the PC table if we needed him, otherwise he would
come around 11 PM to close up for the night. We could retire to our cottage
if we finished before then. We thanked him and bade good night.

Dick settled to attend to his emails while I browsed the books in the
shelves that lined two walls of the large room. I was surprised and excited
to note that most of the books were leather bound volumes going back to the
1890s and early decades of the 20th century. They were mostly about botany
and zoology of India. Many of the books had been labeled as belonging to
one Rt. Hon'ble Percival Phillip Elmer Bascombe. Then I noticed the large
painting hung over the fireplace. It was of a plump blond white man in
hunting gear. Behind the sahib stood his native gun bearer holding a
muzzle-loading elephant gun. Interestingly, the dark bearded native was a
larger man than the white colonial gentleman and was pointing to something
at a distance. There was something familiar about the landscape depicted in
the paining and then it dawned upon me that the spot was the glade with the
brook running on one side of it just outside the cottage.

As Dick was busy attending to his accumulated of emails, I quietly opened
one of several large bay windows and stepped out into the garden. The sky
had cleared and there was enough moonlight for me to navigate my way
around. The garden was well maintained as an English country garden and was
laid out in terraces over two or three levels as happens on hilly
terrains. As I turned a corner, I could see some light coming out of an
open window from a cottage behind two giant trees. I walked towards it and
saw that the source of light was a room at a lower level than I was
at. Otherwise, the cottage was dark. I walked along the edge of the garden
path stood behind the trees some ten feet from the open window. I thought
it must be Raghu's room and stealthily peeped in. It was not Raghu's room
but that of the Englishman Raghu about whom had mentioned. He was sitting
almost naked at a desk by the large bay window looking at something
intently on his Apple computer.

He must have been watching a porn movie as he had his ear-phones on and his
eyes were glued on the flickering screen. His right hand was on his lap,
inside his red bikini underwear. He was quite fat with a fair amount of
belly, completely smooth with breasts. His nipples were small compared to
the size of his boobs. His round face was nondescript with red chubby
cheeks and large fleshy lips. He looked to be about 40 years of age; his
reddish brown hair was thinning. His penis must be very small, as I could
not see any of it; his belly and fat thighs covered it.

I was just about to pass on when the door of his room opened silently. I
saw Raghu enter and close the door behind him. The Englishman's film must
have been very engaging because he did not hear Raghu come in behind
him. Raghu stepped up with a broad grin on his face and put his dark hands
on the Englishman's shoulder. The white man looked up and smiled; bringing
his own hands on Raghu's and dragged them to his bosom. They remained like
that for a few minutes -- Raghu fondling the big soft white boobs with his
dark hairy Dravidian hands. He was pinching the man's small pink nipples
and then bent down to kiss his neck.

The older man pulled off his earplugs and swiveled his chair slightly
giving me a better view of their bodies. Raghu stood in front with his cock
bulging from under his khaki trousers. He looked at the older man and then
unzipped his fly and brought out a fat uncut black cock and lewdly offered
it to the man to suck. Within seconds the Englishman had kissed and sucked
Raghu's cock to a full 8 inches. The Englishman pulled down Raghu's pants,
displaying for me his hairy muscular ass.

They could be seen discussing something in low tones. And then I heard
Raghu say audibly, "I'm telling you I will fuck you nicely in the morning,
just suck me off now... those guests have still not gone to their cottage
..."

With that he pushed his black King Cobra into the Englishman's mouth, held
his head between his hands and began to face fuck him. The Englishman was
an expert cocksucker and deep throated Raghu's hard 8 incher with practiced
ease and comfort. He pulled Raghu's hands from his head back to his tits
and held Raghu's hairy black balls in one hand. He must have vacuumed
Raghu's cock for less than 10 minutes when Raghu cried out softly and
unloaded his nuts. The Englishman did not even let one drop escape from his
lips. Raghu shuddered and then dropped to his knees and sucked on one fat
big pink English boob while he put his hand between the fat thighs of his
lover and masturbated him like he was masturbating a women's clitoris. The
Englishman came almost immediately whimpering and drenching Raghu's
hand. Raghu got up and wiped his hands on the man's boobs and put in his
own cock into his pants and zipped up.

I wandered off, took a round of the whole garden and came back to where I
had left Dick. He was shutting the PC off and Raghu stood at the door when
I entered.

"Ah, did you have nice walk, Sir" he said smiling.

"Yes, thank you. Your garden is a lovely sight by moonlight, Raghu," I
said, looking him in the eye.

"Thank you, Sir, but it is best to be prudent after dark. This is a forest
sanctuary after all; one never knows what lurks in these hills."

"Wonder if there are any man eaters left around here," I remarked,
cryptically.

"I know of at least one Sir, there might be more ... who knows," he said,
looking me straight in the eyes.