Date: Thu, 2 May 2013 11:56:30 +0800 (SGT)
From: kumar lingam <k_lingam_98@yahoo.com>
Subject: My American Dick Chapter 13

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My American Dick Chapter  By Kumaralingam

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My American Dick Chapter 13

By Kumaralingam


We kissed and said sweet things to each other for a while. He told me that
he had not had sex in a very long time. His wife had cut him off sex even
before she left for America. In any case, he said when he got sex he seemed
to need a lot of it. He told me in his experience he got much better sex
with bottom guys than any women he had fucked. I told him I had never had
such intense sex ever. And that I had never been with a woman.

Then he went for his bath and I straightened out the bed, thanking Dick for
having brought the large towel to absorb the liquid and aromatic evidence
of our love making. After Dick was done with his bath, I went for mine and
got ready. We went down to the main cottage for a late breakfast around 9
AM. The fat Englishman was sitting in the veranda having coffee and smoking
a cigarette. He waved Good Morning to us as we went past to the dining
room.

Raghu brought us glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice and asked our
choice of breakfast. Dick asked for scrambled eggs on toast and I opted for
the South Indian Idli -- Saambar, a South Indian favourite made of steamed
rice and lentils. Both of us had that well-fucked-feeling and in-love-look
in our eyes. We kept smiling at each other for no reason. I could still
feel the heat of his cock in my ass.

Raghu brought us a big pot of Nilgiri Coffee and suggested we might like to
meet the Englishman who owned the property in the veranda. We took our cups
of coffee outside and were introduced to Percy. He was a jolly, roly-poly
man with a florid complexion from the county of Wessex in England. I
noticed he could be a little younger than I had taken him to be the night
before when I spied him in his room. He told us he was studying the flora
and fauna of the Western Ghats in India and was trying to get the Western
Ghats declared a World Heritage Zone by the UNESCO. He was quite camp in
his manner, exaggerating his gestures and facial expressions. He wore a
pale blue cotton shirt with floral patterns in pink. His golf pants were
white and he wore pink loafers on his feet. His balding head was now
protected by a straw hat that sported a pink hibiscus flower in its band. A
very stylish queen indeed.

Dick told him we were friends and colleagues from Coimbatore working on a
software project. He said he had brought me here to be able to work with
concentration and peace over the weekend.

"Oh Darlings! We can't distract you from work then, can we now ..." said
Percy, adding, "But I was going with Raghu to the market this morning and
thought you might like to come along to sight see."

I could sense Dick's unease at the thought of going to the market with this
flaming Brit queen. He looked at me and then said, "A stroll would do us
some good, but not to the market thanks. Besides, we have some work to
finish."

"Oh, in that case you young men can go and view the Elm's Rock!" pouted
Percy,

"Raghu's taking his truck as he needs to shop for meat and veggies. I think
I'll be better off keeping him company."

We asked him where we would find the Elm's Rock. He said it was close by, a
little downhill as one followed the stream by the cottage. Raghu nodded in
quiet agreement and then said, "Whatever you do, be careful, this is a wild
forest."

They set off in Raghu's Tata Sumo SUV towards town and we started on our
trek through the forest. The winding track took us through the beautiful
rain forest. It was lush and green; freshly washed from yesterday's rain.
Exotic birds cooed and Lion-tailed Macaques chattered in the trees. We
walked briskly for a while, till we turned a corner and came upon the
mountain stream again. We left the path and descended along the edge of the
stream. A little further down the hill, we saw a very large rock
pool—almost a small lake about 300 metres in circumference. On its edge
was a huge rock balanced against another rock the same size; and beside
this natural rock shelter was a most beautiful large old elm tree.

"This must be the Elm's Rock," said Dick freezing at the spot.

It was a most wondrous sight. The green rain forest surrounded the large
placid pool of water and all sorts of ferns, mosses and orchids grew out of
crannies in rocks and barks. The surface of the pool reflected the blue of
the sky dotted with white wisps of cloud. We stood in awe and silence for
several minutes, taking in the sheer beauty of nature. Then a small missile
hit the surface of water with a splash. And an aquamarine kingfisher
emerged with a fish in its beak and flew off to its perch on a tree.

We both let out a breath in unison and looked at each other. Dick put an
arm around me and drew me to his side. By unspoken agreement we walked up
to Elm's Rock with his arm around my hips and my arm around his shoulder.
The two huge granite rocks made a kind of a deep tent open on two sides,
although the farther opening -- close to the trunk of the elm tree -- was
much smaller. Towards the bank of the water the shaded ground was carpeted
with a most fascinating moss with star shaped leaves and delicate pink
flowers. Dick bent down to pick one and placed it behind my ear and took my
hands in his and looked at me intensely. I thought he was about to say
something when he shook his head and led me to the natural rock shelter.

It was about six feet at its widest and tapered off to gap of about two
feet at its far end. The depth of the rocks was about four feet. As we
entered it we saw that the upright rock had painted figures of men and
animals in burnt umber and white. On closer inspection we saw a depiction
of a pre-historical hunting scene and men dancing around a feast fire. And
tucked away on one side, were two male figures unmistakeably copulating.
One had his enormous upwardly curved penis inserted between the other's
backside. The penis of the one bent forward getting fucked was dripping
drops of what could only be semen on the ground. Dick took in a sharp
breath and his hand slipped from my waist gripping my ass. I stood
transfixed.

We stood silent for a minute and then Dick burst out, "Awsome! I feel we
were destined to ..." he paused, and added "... come here."

He turned and lifted my face to draw me into a kiss that lasted till
eternity. When we broke for breath, we continued to stare into each other's
eyes, his hands gripping my ass and my arms around his neck.

"Do you feel it baby?" He asked, squeezing my ass. "Do you feel that this
ass was made for me?"

I nodded silently and then murmured a confession, "I feel your cock was
made for my ass ... I can still feel its heat and girth in my ass."

"Oh baby! You do? I do too!" he said, hugging me tight.

We kissed again sealing our love. And then we sat down under the shade of
the rock shelter deeply moved – even a bit shaken -- by the primeval
magic of Elm's Rock.

Then we heard a clatter of hoofs on rocks near the water's edge. A herd of
Nilgiri tahir had wandered to the pool for a mid-day drink. They were a
group of eight, comprising a big male saddleback and his four cows and
three kids. We watched silently for a while till they had their fill of
water and disappeared back into the forest.

The sky was beginning to get overcast again. Dick got up suddenly and said,
"Come let's go back, it is getting to be lunchtime."