I headed back to Manali where I caught up with Olly and the girls and we bussed it up to Keylong where we broke our journey for a couple of nights before Olly hired a jeep (big spender!) for us all to squeeze in and reach Leh which was a long long day of spectacular scenery and quite a lot of bumping around. Leh and the surrounding area was fantastic and I had couple of weeks up there plus the bonus of lots of sex with Milou!
They were all spending longer away than I was and I had to start thinking about heading back to Delhi. Going from Leh to Manali could be done in a long long day (think 4am start, 10pm arrival) in shared jeep but I was keen to build in a day or two for transport issues and had no desire to miss my flight so decided that might be the way forward. Olly said he'd pay as he felt guilty I'd been dragged to India on his account (which was funny as I'd had an amazing time!). So there I was, jammed in a jeep with a Ladakhi student, a businessman from Manali and a couple from Calcutta on some ridiculous honeymoon that seemed to involve spending most days on public transport.
The journey was long but spectacular although we got delayed coming over one of the high passes where a bus had broken down and we ended up arriving into Manali very very late. I'd been chatting to the student and he was off to University in the US, his family were really well off and he had family over there already studying and living.I guess they weren't that well off if he was getting a shared to Manali and then a bus to Delhi rather than flying although flights from Leh were expensive and pretty unreliable. His plan was to get the jeep to Manali, then an overnight bus that evening, arriving into Delhi early before spending a couple of nights there and flying to the US via the UK. I did think he might be on my flight but he was on a different airline. He was a nice boy, cute but ruddy faced from the altitude and harsh sun of Ladakh, he had a top knot of sorts and obviously dressed in a way that Ladakhi teens thought were " cool" (spoiler, he looked a bit ridiculous!). He was only 18 and leaving the Indus Valley for the first proper time on his own so was nervous and chattered to me throughout the journey. His name was Stanzin which was a bit confusing as I'd also met girls called Stanzin in Leh, but turned out it was the Ladakhi pronunciation of Tenzin which was the current Dalai Lama's Tibetan name
We were so late into Manali that he'd missed the more comfortable night bus and there was only a more brutal local one left that would take much longer. He looked like a lost little boy for a moment and didn't know what to do until I said he could stay with me that night and we'd get the sleeper bus back to Delhi together the next night I was heading that way.
He smiled in relief at that and we walked up to the guest houses of New Manali which were close to the bus station and not as busy as Old Manali this time of year. I managed to find the place I was looking for that the Lonely Planet guide had mentioned and woke up the night porter. It was one of the very few places I'd found in India (Hotel Anoop in Delhi was another), that did a 24 hour stay. So by checking in at 11.30pm we wouldn't have to check out until just before our bus tomorrow rather than the more brutal 11am of some of them which meant either paying for two nights or trying to kill 8 or 9 hours without a room.
The downside (?) was that as New Manali is aimed at Indian honeymooners rather than backpackers they only had double rooms but they were large and in theory had hot water from a geyser in the bathroom, a luxury at times in the Indian Himalaya! I asked Stanzin if he was ok sharing a bed, he blushed bright red but said that it was a kind offer and he was grateful I was helping him.
Anyway, it was late and we were tired from the long journey, Stanzin had a cursory wash in the bathroom and after I had a quick fairly cold at times shower and when I came out Stanzin was already in bed fast asleep looking fully clothed it seemed. It was chilly but the bed had warm blankets and I knew I'd probably be really hot in the night so was better not to wear clothes, so just wearing pants to save Stanzin any embarrassment I got into bed and fell straight asleep.
I woke quite late the next morning to a murky grey light in the room rather than the usual bright sunshine and the tell tall sound of rain hammering on the tin roofs of surrounding buildings. It was pissing it down and there was clearly not much chance of getting much done in Manali before our bus. I'd woken up horny from a dream where I'd had a threesome with Milou and a Ladakhi monk. I looked over at Stanzin, his head poking out the covers and pictured him in those monks robes, which I'd lifted up and taken him from behind. Fuck, I was horny. I could go to the bathroom and take care of it, but it did seem a wait with a fit 18 year old in bed with me. He shifted in his sleep and I could see the top of his chest which was bare, he must have stripped off some clothes in the night, as I said it gets hot under blankets with clothes on. I carefully lifted the sheet, Stanzin was naked under there! His dick was pretty small but big enough to have fun with. I was no stranger to seducing people and no stranger to sex with limited consent, but I'd never myself really done that side of things. But my hormones were driving me and I thought it was time for some fun. I got the lube and got back into bed, I slipped my hand under the covers and started to gently wank Stanzin, I rolled him onto his side and started massaging his hole, sticking my finger in. By now he was waking up, "what are you doing?", "shhhhh, just making you feel good, relax and enjoy it". He moaned slightly, "but I have never done anything with anyone before and I'm not really into boys", "I promise you'll enjoy it" I said as I rubbed his perineum area. I lubed up his hole and my dick and started to push it towards his hole. "What is that!?", "shhh, just my dick, it'll feel good", "up my bum?!". Blimey he was naive. "Yes, you can stick it in my bum all day if you want afterwards, you'll love it". I could sense he wasn't sure but he moaned as I continued to gently wank his hard dick. I pushed and my dick pushed in and he gasped, I knew I had to start hitting the spot to make him enjoy it so off I went. He groaned and I grunted as I gently fucked him, making sure I did the best job I could. I wanked him as I did him and with a loud cry he came on my hand, I pumped for a bit longer before shooting in his bum. We were then in a post sex embarrassed state, we both knew my dick had just been up Stanzin's bum and I imagine he was trying to process it. No one said anything for awhat felt like ages, my hand was still on his dick and he started to harden again. 'Now stick it up me" I said and rolled over to get the lube, I lubed my bum up and his dick. He looked unsure so I took control, lying on my back and lifting my legs so he could see my hole. I helped him line it up and he pushed it in. He gasped again, definitely in enjoyment and went at my hole like a rabbit, not subtle and not amazing but it was his first time so I'll cut him some slack! He came fairly quickly with a big shout and looked at me in amazement. "I didn't realise anything could feel so good!" he said grinning, "What next?!" he asked.