Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2006 15:53:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: White Hair in an Indian village

White hair in an Indian village part 1                     by Aihu Fist

It was 40 degrees Celsius and felt the oppressive heat entering my thatched
hut. Outside my hut I heard the children play. They were pushing an old
bicycle wheel with a stick and made it run. Screeching voices rambled
through the village. I was effusively restless, which was part of my young
man's body make up. I did not know what to do with myself. I understood now
why they had so many babies born in tropical climates. One was horny all
the time. I looked at my dick and needed someone to play with. I had been
here nearly four months and hadn't touched one butt or cock. The days that
I used to come in my dreams seemed far remote and not an end in itself. I
walked in circles, the mosquitoes came in one by one as it was getting late
afternoon.  I went and nestled myself in my hammock turning form one side
to the other. I was sweating too, which made it impossible to hang in
there. Why was I wearing underwear anyways? The Brazilian undies I bought
were made of nylon and gave me the itches. I left the hammock for what it
was and stripped my self bare naked. There was no one around and I didn't
expect someone to come right now. Though often they did and most
unexpectedly. When I say `they', I mean the Indians I was living with. I
often wondered what kind of sex life they had before they got married. The
women were fat and un attractive, the men were looking better but they lost
their youthful appearance very fast once over their thirties. I stood there
naked and went back to the hammock, put my walkman on and dozed off a
bit. But the bloody mosquitoes didn't let go easy of me. I was the big
prize. Again I jumped out of the hammock and decided to put on my bathing
suit. It was black spandex and sat real neat on my skin. I let my hands
glided over my perfect bottom and felt myself up on the sides and over my
groin. Yeah this is what I needed. It felt like touching someone else. I
moved toward the doorway and saw Ricardo play football. He had long hair
and it was so shiny. Kids were playing with marbles and the old wise men
sat on a tree trunk in front of their hut observing the little ones. The
women were washing the dishes and put the laundry freshly washed on the
washing line. Ricardo and Jose waved at me, they beckoned me to play soccer
with them. I declined friendly. They were surprised at my refusal and came
running hastily to my place. I had never walked around in this outfit and I
knew my cock's shape was clearly visible through the fabric.

-Hey White hair, why you dressed like that? Ricardo smiled tongue in the
cheek.

Jose gave him an elbow stomp in his ribs and glanced at my groin. They
looked at each other and sniggered.

-I don't know, I answered pretending to be innocent. I just like it, this
is how I dress in my country at the beach and and in the swimming pool.

I said this and I knew they didn't understand any of my Portuguese.

They giggled a bit like shy boys do. Ricardo was seventeen and Jose barely
twelve. They were two brothers. Ricardo went through his knees and sat now
in front of me with his eyes fixed on my groin.

 -What is this? He asked with flashing eyes and pointed at my cock.

I looked down at my own bulge in the spandex and said: a cock.

-A cock? He repeated and then glanced quickly at Jose who was not looking
at him but at me.

-A cock, they both laughed.

I had to admit that standing in front of two such pranksters was not easy.
Besides the fact that my member was getting very interested in the
conversation I could hardly refrain him from growing in size and volume.

-Ow, cock is biiiig!!! Jose exclaimed.

-I beamed at Ricardo.

Jose went down too and looked intently at the fast growth of my rod.
Without any warning his hand touched the swelling cock. He withdrew it fast
and gave another thump into Ricardo's side.

Now they gazed at each other and back at me. Ricardo got up on his feet and
said:

-Big cock, fat cock, good cock?

I laughed and pointed at his crotch and replied:

-You big cock, fat cock, good cock?

He doubled up in laughter and nearly suffocated in it.

Jose grabbed his crotch and shouted at me:

-Biiiiiiiiiiig!!!

I had understood that word.

 I crossed my arms and took a kind of intimidating spread stand. I knew now
that they liked what they saw and I had no qualms having them look at my
cock.

But then something really amazed me.

Ricardo stuck out his tongue and twisted it circumnavigating his lips whish
were fully red. God he was sexy.

While wetting his lips like that I wondered where he had seen this. I only
remember professional whores doing that but not a tribal youngster far away
from civilization.

I moved my hand over my cock to make them all the hornier. My rod was
pushing as hard as it cold against the fabric. The sun cast a large bundle
of orange sunlight on my whole body. As I went on stroking it moved up into
a vertical stand.

Jose got closer and put his fingers back on my shaft. He kept on pushing it
and my cock pushed his fingers back.

-Strooong, his said admiringly.

I stepped back a little so that the older men couldn't see what was going
on. They followed me into the hut. Ricardo looked back at his home, saw no
one outside and followed me.

 As I was in my own hut I felt I had nothing to fear. I allowed these young
guys to fondle me, probing me, dick covering me.

Ricardo stood behind me and Jose face to face.

-Beautiful man, you are, Ricardo said and Jose repeated: beautiful man, yes
I like.

I reached out for Jose and touched his crotch too. He was wearing addidas
shorts. A red one, Ricardo was wearing a black one with white stripes.

My fingers went underneath Jose short sleeves. Those Indians didn't wear
underwear; they had not idea what it was used for. I felt his slippery tiny
testicles and hairless ball sac. Ricardo was feeling me up from behind and
had a good hold of me.

All of a sudden we heard someone yelling: Ricardo, Jose!!!

-Mama, Jose said apologetically.

-We must go home, see you again.

They left me there and ran like wind hounds across the village centre to
their mum.  I was sad that it had ended so abruptly, but I was waiting for
their return soon,

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