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I was typing furiously to keep up the momentum on the Kerala erotica chat site for over and hour. We were talking mostly about the politicals. There were many good people in the chat room, though I found them all speaking in Malayalam, which often made me take time to decipher the roman script. Then suddenly someone by the name Rashid send me a private message. He asked for my A,S,L as usual. I told him I am 32, male at Palakkad (near the town bus stand) and looking for same sex partners. He reacted with equal alacrity. He told me he was 19, now at Allathur, also male and was looking for some action.
We immediately exchanged numbers with each other. But I had to warn him that as I had a Mumbai roaming number I could not talk on the cell phone far too long. I would rather that I spoke on a local public phone for longer time than hurry up my conversation on my mobile phone. He readily agreed and said he would only give me a blank call if he wanted to talk to me and I would call back from a landline phone. After exchanging pleasentries we decided to meet the next day at Palakkad town bus stand. I agreed for the meeting because he seemed genuine and likeable.
Next day I was at the chosen spot (at the gate of the BSNL building) at 11am. Rashid was late by half an hour as he later told me that he was travelling from Thrissur. I spotted him quite easily as he was wearing a dazzling blue shirt and white trousers. I not only fell for him at first sight, he was so coy he made feel confident that he will enjoy my company. He told me he was still studying in the final year of graduation and was looking forward to a great future in a profession of his choice. I had an instinctive feeling that he would become what he aspired for.
Rashid was a beautiful looking guy. He had a sprinkling of a moustache, as if he had shaved repeatedly to make them grow fast. That's how we boys grow up to be men. His chin was long and his smile enchanting -- it was from ear to ear. He wore glasses with broad side holders as is in vogue now. He had that boyish charm still intact. I almost felt like kissing him in that crowded street corner, but stayed my hand. Instead I led him towards the railway level-crossing even as he spoke animatedly. I slowly put my right hand on his waist and drew him towards me as we walked through the milling shoppers. He smiled at my indiscretion but I kept tugging at him. His waist had soft muscles and I could feel the heat growing in my groin. I suggested that we go to some place like Malampuzha where there is solitude. My groin had by now complete control over my speech and decisions. He howled at the idea saying it was too far away and he had to be back for the afternoon prayers.
I noticed that he had a nice rounded nose and his lips were big and generous. More than the lips I was enchanted by Rashid's nose. I knew at the first opportunity I will be rolling my fingers in his nose. That's one of my favourite fantasies. He then suggested that we instead go to the Tipu Sultan's fort at the centre of Palakkad city.
The fort built by Tipu in 17th century is a sprawling castle with a moat around it. I had been there twice before. It is a place which gave couples all the privacy they desired in the open. If you're a voyeurist and love to watch couples making love Tipu Sultan's fort is the place to be.
Last time I had been there with a friend during a summer afternoon, we enjoyed watching the hour-long foreplay games being played by a young couple, who were probably in junior college.
Let me tell you first about that day which was a turning point in my life. That day's events made me fall in love with Kerala and its sultry, modern, sexually liberated people. I had been to the fort along with a friend exactly at noon. We were deeply engrossed in a debate on politics while walking for nearly an hour round the 100-acre plot on which the fort is built when suddenly we saw a girl's pink salwar and a white duppatta lying near a bush. Though I did not sense anything untoward in it my friend immediately went sniffing around as if on cue. I quietly followed my friend as he went in search for the owner of the salwar and duppatta. There was not a soul around in that afternoon heat. I made a theory in my mind that the girl must have abandoned her clothes when someone had spotted her nude with her boyfriend.. After some 10 minutes of futile search my friend sat on a stone dejected. But for me, more than dejection I felt it was mysterious. How can a girl walk out of this fort without her salwar and duppatta? And what about the partner's clothes?
I walked around towards a ledge that had a slope which ran down to a small opening. With both hands stretched out I trotted down the slope carefully. Then I spotted them. The young college-going couple who were still in their teens had chosen the small opening through which one could sneak in to reach a 10"x10" courtyard at the far end of fort. It was so far away from the main entrance that the couple presumed nobody in his right mind would reach there on that scorching summer afternoon. In the courtyard there was a canopy to save them from the intense heat and burning stone floor.
First I saw the two pairs of bare legs which were pointed towards me. The boy had mounted the girl. That scene of love-making was the most provocative I ever could imagine, more so because of the angle from which I saw them. I could see the hard and thick dick of the boy brushing against the pubic hair of the girl's glistening cunt. Both their sex organs had just ripened for sex.
The girl was wearing a red-brick coloured kameez. The boy was wearing a white mundu (folded up to the thighs) and a white half shirt. Both were completely unaware of my presence and I wanted to keep it that way. From behind my friend quietly joined me. It looked as if the young couple had been having foreplay for some time now. Both their bare legs were swathed in sweat. Most remarkably the young boy's penis was extraordinarily thick.
I slowly moved closer to the couple just about two metres away from them and stood behind a mound with my head peeping out. My friend also moved in behind another mound to stay closer to the copulating couple but at the other end. But I was happy that I was closer enough to see the sex organs of the couple clearly. My friend didn't know what he was missing.
The boy who must not be more than 15 years was furiously kissing the girl. The kisses were quite inexperienced, slurpy and wet. Actually, the girl's lips were thick, glistening wet, red and swollen. The boy was so sexually charged that he was biting the girl's lips. Both made loud noises, panting and grunting, oblivious of the surrounding silence. Her eyes were closed and the boy was gradually trying to prise her kameez open. From my vantage point I saw his dick, which was unusually big for his age. His balls were separated from each other and looked strained and distinct.
His mundu which was folded to half was exposing his private organs so much that I suddenly realised the advantage of wearing mundu on a date. The girl was lanky, and for a moment I wondered if his large-sized dick would hurt her during intercourse. Her cunt was almost dripping with her fluids. For the first time, the boy took time off from kissing and started to explore her private parts. He drew the salwar aside and put his hands on her thighs. His left hand was massaging her thighs even while moving towards her cunt. She was ecstatic. With the other hand he held her head close to continue smooching her. Even I was feeling my undies getting wet by now.
The act which was happening in front of me was provocative only for the position, the dress the couple wore and their nubile age. If I had met with both of them at the street corner I would not have even considered them sexually mature. But the girl's tits, her thick-lipped and shining cunt, the guy's long but thick penis, his large balls, their wonderfully shaped thighs, all added to the charm of the event.
(I will tell you the rest of the story in parts. Do write to me on livelifekingsize25@yahoo.co.in about my stories. Please be honest about how you feel about my writing. And thank you so much for going through my work)
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