Date: Tue, 06 Jan 2009 15:49:50 -0500 From: Wolf Subject: Indian Teacher (gay/adult youth, M/m) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2009 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Indian Teacher By Wolf I was born and raised in Mumbai, India. That is a metropolitan city on the west coast of the middle of India facing the Arabian Sea. The city has named Bombay by the Portuguese when they and the Spanish were trading with China and Japan. When the English became the worlds sea power they continued to use the name, regardless of the wishes on the Indian people. The English government would not like to admit that their East Indian Company encouraged the areas now within the Muslim countries to grow opium that they traded to Chinese for everything from gold, jade to silk. It was no wonder the Japanese closed their ports to all foreigners for hundreds of years. My brothers and I were orphaned at a young age, and raised by relatives. Education was my way of rising about my lot in life. My school graded allowed me to attend a fine college. I may have been less fortunate than my contemporaries, but I graduated in the top ten percentile of my class. I had developed a taste for gay sex from relatives, but such things were not discussed in society, in fact there are strict laws forbidding such behavior. I had been initiated by older boys and related older men. There were parks that were known to be frequented by men looking for company of other men and boys. By the time I was an adult I was living a secret life. I was married and had children. I was 30-years old and still living in Mumbai. I was only five-feet three and 140 pounds at the time. I was teaching piano at the time. One of my students was a teenaged boy, called JJ. He was a Brahimin boy, 14-years old when he started taking lessons from me. He had been studying piano for many years but had progressed to the point that he needed better instruction to progress beyond just an acquit pianist. He was almost as tall as me. He was well built and a handsome youth, with a dark brown complexion, wavy black hair. He came to my studio weekly for instruction. We became friends and talked to each other after his lessons. It was not uncommon for me to sit next to him while he was practicing. I would play the melody on the treble keys, and tap the timing on his bare thigh, with my left hand. Boys his age tend to wear little more than T-shirts and tight fitting shorts. There was always a large amount of thigh for me to tap on. Slowly over time as he became accustom to me tapping on his thigh I worked my left hand up his inner thigh. While he concentrated on playing the piano I was working my hand closer to his crotch. My heart was beating fast the first time I placed my hand on the bulge of his shorts. JJ for the first time missed the beat, as I squeezed his cock. He blushed but made no effort to stop me from touching his cock. He continued playing without saying a word. His cock was hard while I cupped his cock and balls. I held them gently while he finished his lesson. After the lesson, I usually would offer him a ride on the back of my scooter to drop off him close to his home, because it would be late in the evening. This evening I said, "Would you take a ride someplace with me?" I knew of that was only a few miles away?" because I had picked up other men there. JJ said, "Yes," very quietly because he knew what I wanted, and he did too. We moved through the traffic quickly, until we got to the place I knew we would be alone. I parked the scooter and locked it up. I led JJ through an old deserted building. When we sat down on the rubble of a wall, all that could be seen were some distant lights. The dark sky was filled with stars. I pulled down his shorts and tight little underwear before lifting his T-shirt. I massaged his dark little nipples with my hands and sucked on them too. His cock was no more than 4-inches long and un- cut, and it was a nice thick hunk of flesh. I could not resist kissing him on the mouth too. When he was breathing hard I leaned over and took that brown cock into my mouth and sucked on him for all I was worth. He came quickly and filled my mouth with an amazing amount of cum. While I was pulling down my pants and underwear, I spit his cum between his thighs, just below his dick and balls. I did that to lubricate his inner thighs. Then I inserted my 6-inch, cut dick between his thighs and fucked him. JJ held onto to me tightly while I fucked him between the legs. When I had added my cum between his thighs we got dressed. JJ had to use my handkerchief to wipe the cum from between his thighs, before I took him home. I taught him for a total of four years. In that time it became a custom for me to suck his cock until he rewarded me with a mouth full of cum. I fucked his thighs regularly, but never got to fuck his arse. I would have loved to do that. For JJ it was fun but he never reciprocated. He would just stroke my hair while I sucked his cock. The most active thing he would do was kiss me on the mouth while I was fucking his thighs. Eventually I was offered the opportunity to move to the United State to earn a Masters Degree. I never saw JJ again. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com