During my few days in Old Manali with Olly and the girls I made Olly phone home and chat to his parents. I then chatted to his Dad who was very grateful. As I'd found Olly so quickly I had quite a few weeks left before my flight home. I hung out with Olly for a few days and Milou and the girls, having a fair bit of sex and fun. They were planning on heading up to Ladakh but not for a week or so. I said I'd join them but I wanted to check out McLeod Ganj first where the Tibetan Govt in Exile was, I'd met people who had met the Dalai Lama at public events and I was keen to see if he was in town and didn't know when the opportunity would ever present itself again. So I booked myself on a bus that evening to McLeod Ganj where I'd have 4 nights before returning by bus to meet up with them and head to Ladakh.
Cutting a long bus journey story short, the next day I was safely in McLeod Ganj, eating cake at the cafe at the Green Hotel where I also had a fairly basic but clean double room, it was in another block so I didn't have to go through the reception to access it, just down a couple of flights of stairs along the side of the building. The cafe was buzzing with tourists, McLeod Ganj attracted a strange mix. Lots of American girls which you don't see anywhere else in India at that time anyway, lots of people there because of the tibet link and then the odd Israeli who had popped into Mcleod Ganj from Dharamkot, an almost little israel settlement up the road out of town.
Chatting to one of the staff at the Hotel I found out quickly that the Dalai Lama was out of town so no chance of meeting him although he told me that if I was keen to meet a monk that there were loads of apprentice ones who hung out around the cafes etc and like to practice their English. Although usually with attractive young girls for some reason!
I explored McLeod Ganj that day alternating between sightseeing and hanging out in cafes drinking chai and eating cake,I really liked the place and was glad Olly's misadventures had allowed me to visit. The next day I walked up to the mountain top out of town for great views, it took me most of the day there and back so the next day I was tired and hung out at the Green Cafe reading, eating, drinking. I was settled in when the staff member I'd been talking to came over with a young apprentice monk who wanted to practice his english. His name was Chokda and his English was actually really good. We chatted for ages about our lives, it was fascinating to hear about his life as an apprentice monk. He was only 17 but looked a bit younger, he was cute with a ruddy face, i guess from the altitude and the cold although the weather was warm during my trip.
He was a bit obsessed with western culture and was keen for me to tell him all about what we did in the west and of course as a teenage boy he was interested in sex. I told him I'd had sex with boys and girls and was bisexual, he said as a monk he wasn't really allowed to think about sex but he couldn't help it. He then let something slip about "friends" of his in the monastery who did stuff together, from what he said, reading between the lines, I think they sort of fucked each other between the legs, so no penetration which made it acceptable.
Sounded a bit of a weird compromise to me but sensed Chokda may have been referring to himself rather than his 'friends". I saw him adjusting himself under his robe as he talked about it. Thinking that it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to have a bit of fun with a monk I suggested he come to my room so we could practice english "and other things" further. He smiled and then looked furtive, "It might be better if we don't leave together, you pay your bill and go and I'll come and knock on your door in a few minutes". This definitely suggested Chokda was all in on a bit of fun so i agreed. I paid the bill and headed out the building then down the side of it along the stairs to my room.
A few minutes later Chokda knocked on my door and I let him in. We sat on the bed and talked some more, sexual tension was in the air between us. I was cautious as while Chokda was very attractive, he was a monk and I didn't want him to do anything that would cause him problems going forward, whether mentally for him or whatever.
So I thought it was on me to make the move. "So....I know you said your friends at the monastery had messed around a bit, do you want to mess about with me? You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with". Chokda stood up, was silent and went into my bathroom, I heard running water and he came back out. He pulled his robe off and threw it on the bed, he stood there in underwear in front of me, tenting out, he pulled it off and smiled at me, showing off a hard dick, not massive but big enough.
"See, I'm no longer a monk, and I'm all clean" he said with a smile, I realised this was my invitation so I pulled him close and took him in my mouth. I licked around his mushroom head and started to bob up and down on his hard dick, he moaned in pleasure and I was really enjoying it. He was a sexy attractive boy, he looked young but his dick gave his age away! He really got into it and soon forgot any inhibitions, holding my head close and thrusting in and out. He shot in me with a big cry and held my head in place as he pumped a few more shots into my mouth. I swallowed it all down and licked him clean, he pulled back and then lay on the bed.
"You can put it between my legs, rub up and down me but not to go in, that is not allowed" he said. He obviously had a slightly skewed view of what was and wasn't acceptable but who was I go to argue. I got on top of him and put my dick between his legs and thrust away. It was mildly dissatisfying compared to the other options but it was still pretty hot and I had fun. After I shot between his thighs, he had me suck him again. He then showered clean, thanked me profusely and said he had to go. And that was it, I didn't see him the next day and then it was time to head back to Manali. I'd had an experience I wouldn't forget though!