Date: Wed, 6 May 2015 21:38:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bob Smith <bobmflorida@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little Indian Buddies  Chapter 1

This story is written in the third person. You can't imagine how difficult
writing it has been. My stories up until now were in the first person but I
wanted to try something new.

While the story is from my imagination, the facts about India are true.

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Little Indian Buddies
Chapter 1

Travel is a necessary part of running a multi-national company.

Both the man and his son entered the airplane, not looking forward to the
nineteen hour flight to Bhubaneswar, India. They sat in first class.

The boy, Scott, was excited as this was his first trip to India, but on the
same token, he was disappointed to leave his two friends, Travis and Chris,
just as things were heating up in their relationship.

The plane left Chicago at three in the afternoon for Delhi. Dinner was
served at six and the rest of the time was spent walking up and down the
aisles and watching the movies on the TV in the front of his seat.

"Scott, make sure you walk up and down the plane aisle every few hours or
your legs are going to hurt and stiff up." his dad reminded him.

A short stroll up and down the aisle showed mostly Indian adults. No boys
or girls his age, he could talk to.

He returned to his seat, learned it back so it became a bed and fell
asleep. He woke up when the flight attendants turned on the lights and
started to serve breakfast. He woke with an erection and so went to the
head and took his morning piss.

Breakfast was eggs and something he could not identify. He ate the eggs and
passed on the unknown stuff. His dad ate everything.

The plane landed in Delhi and they were met with a gentleman who stood
outside of Indian customs with a sign with their name on it. He escorted
them to their hotel where they stored their luggage and went to dinner.

Dinner was a buffet with both western and Indian food.

"Scott, try the Indian foods. I think you will like It." the man said.
Scott, put a tiny bit of the Indian food on his plate.

"Dad, this stuff is good." he said.

As soon as dinner was done, they took a short walk and then back to their
rooms for another night's rest. They were still chasing jet lag.

The next morning they were up, had breakfast and headed to the airport for
another long flight, this time to their final destinations, Bhubaneswar.
They arrived in Bhubaneswar in the late evening.

Again they were met at the airport with a man with a sign. The man helped
with their luggage and off to their suite, at the palace hotel, they went.

It was dark when they arrived so they had dinner and then off to bed. They
were both exhausted but, at least, they were at their final destination.
They wanted to sleep and get rid of the jet lag that so debilitates
traveling.

The next morning Scott was up at five am. He dad still lay asleep, but the
boy was curious about their location. He explored their suite and
discovered the suite had three bedrooms, a large sitting area and a small
dining room. The suite was the size of a small house. He went into the
sitting room, just off the bedroom and saw that the light was just starting
to enter their suite. The light was coming from a set of large patio doors
in their sitting room. Scott walked over to the doors and opened them and
walked out onto a large verandah overlooking a large lake.

Still in his boxer briefs, he sat down and watched the people come to the
lake for their morning bath and prayers. The people walked down a large set
of wide steps into the water.

On the far side of the steps, a ways from his hotel verandah was the
women's side. Women would enter the water fully dressed in their saris,
wash and go home in their wet clothes. The boy was amazed that the rules on
showing body skin were so different here than at home.

The men had no such inhibitions. They would come to the Ghats (that's what
they were called in India), strip off their pants and shirts and enter the
water in their underwear. Later, they would wrap a towel around themselves,
pull off the wet clothing and put dry underwear on under the towel. No one
would ever see them naked.

However, what interested Scott the most were the boys. They would come to
the stairs in their short pants, with super wide legs, and drop them.

Since most Indian boys did not wear underwear, they were immediately
naked. This must have been socially acceptable since no one gave it a
second look and the boys hung around and talked to one another in their
natural state.

To say it was exotic was an understatement. It was so different from their
home in Florida.

Scott stood on the veranda and watched the boys swim and wash below him.
One boy was just coming out of the dark, lake water, when he caught Scott's
attention.

To say the pre-teen, naked Indian boy was handsome was an understatement.
He stood ramrod straight as he walked and talked to his schoolmates. His
skin was the color of mahogany. His hair was dark black. Two large ears
sprouted from his head. He had deep brown eyes so typical of Indians. He
wore a choker of wooden beads around his neck and a dark, brown thread
around his waist. His body was flawless in its proportion and shape. He had
a few dark scuff marks on his knees probably the results of playing soccer
or cricket and his feet were almost black from not wearing shoes.

Then there were his cock and balls. He was uncircumcised with a dick that
protruded about two inches from his lower body. His balls were just in the
process of descending and they hung from his body like a hummingbird nest
from a branch. You could clearly see his two acorns sized nuts in his
dangling sack.

Scott wondered how big they would be if they were not shriveled by the cold
lake water.

Scott stood at the rail of the veranda making no attempt at being
duplicitous in his stare at the boy. If you looked closely, you could see
Scott was sporting a boner.

Finally, the boy looked up and saw Scott staring at him. He put his hands
together in the Indian Namaste sign and looked at Scott. Still in his boxer
shorts with his erection obvious, Scott returned the Namaste and then waved
back. The brown Indian boy followed suit and waved back at the boy above
his head.

He then put on his shorts and disappeared around the corner out of Scott's
sight. Scott remained on the veranda for another hour waiting for his dad
to wake up and go to breakfast.