My American Dick Chapter By Kumaralingam
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My American Dick Chapter 9
By Kumaralingam
Ooty is a small gem-like hill station created by the British in the 19th century in the Nilgiri (Blue Mountain) Hills of Tamil Nadu. It is where newly married couples go for their honeymoon. And now Dick was taking me there. Did that mean we were a couple? I had to talk to him about a hundred things but could not get myself to broach even one of them. While we had breakfast he decided he would send his driver back to Chennai. (Perceptive as always, he realised -- as I did also -- that it would be difficult to hide our new found intimacy from his driver if we took him to Ooty with us.) Then he had arranged with the travel desk of the hotel to hire a taxi to drive us to Ooty and bring us back in time to catch the flight to Chennai on Sunday evening. The travel desk also booked us into a very nice quiet place by the name of Elm's Rock in Ooty. Before we set off, we bought a couple of warm shawls and umbrellas as Ooty could be both cold and wet.
This time we did not chat much on the three hour car drive up to Ooty. We both caught up with sleep for a couple of hours. When we wakened it was getting chilly and Dick spread a large shawl over us both. With our heads reasonably apart we made small talk in low tones. He asked me if I felt `OK down there'. I told him there was no pain down there but I was sore and itching. He took my hand under the shawl and we were holding hands. After some intense hand to hand loving, he took my hand and put it on his crotch. He said the previous night had been intense; he could still feel my pussy's grip on his cock. I unzipped his pants and drew out his cock and played with it. Given his size it was a risky operation but we cared not.
All too soon, it seemed, we were in Ooty. It was a cloudy day as we passed the main bazaar and then went on four kilometres out of the city to reach a very picturesque estate in the middle of a forest. On the edge of a glade stood a largish cottage with a signboard that had Elm's Rock written in old English writing style. Some 300 meters away down a rocky cliff a mountain brook gurgled with crystal clear but ice cold water.
We were welcomed by a manager who told a bell boy to take our bags and assigned us to cottage number 4. The property comprised two or three other smaller cottages scattered over 10 acres of forested land. The main cottage had a reception, a drawing room, a library and billiard room, a dining room and the kitchen. Most cottages had two bedrooms with baths and a living room. Ours was a smaller cottage with just a large living room and bath downstairs and one bedroom in the loft. It was a little way off from the main cottage, overlooking the brook. We sent our bags to the room while we had a nice lunch of chicken curry and rice, washed down by some good Nilgiri coffee. Then we took our room key and our umbrellas and went for a walk in the woods.
Once we had turned the corner and walked a little distance into the woods Dick took my hand in his. He told me that he and his wife were at the beginning of the end of their relationship. He said that he had fallen for my "dimples" that night two months ago when I had stayed back at office to complete the project. He said had been a bisexual through school and college, with two year-long affairs with guys while dating and fucking several girls. He had always liked brown Latino (and East Indian) skin colour and he had had an intense affair with a Latino bottom male friend who went off and got married to please his family.
Dick also felt obliged to his parents and society, so he too suppressed his homosexual side. He had a string of girl friends and every once in a while gave in to the pleasures of male ass when he could do so secretly. Three years ago he was advised by his boss in the company he worked for that he could rise higher and faster if only he 'settled down on the personal front'. The boss was an evangelist Christian who belonged to the America Family Association, a leading anti-gay grouping. In haste Dick married Lilly, a pea-brained and fashion conscious Chicago heiress. She thought he would be a "stud catch" to show off at clubs and parties. Within a year of the marriage, however, he realised that Lilly did not like sex as much as he needed it. To compensate he made do with random pickups when he was travelling on work which was a lot. And then he had to move to India with his present assignment. Lilly came with him initially but hated it. They had endless arguments till she packed her bags and left.
Their relationship did not improve with her moving back to the US and their phone and Skype calls became cantankerous at best. Two months ago he realised that despite her considerable personal wealth, she was drawing too much money from their joint bank account. Then came the news, from her mother, that Lilly was undergoing an emergency abortion. Dick was shocked. Lilly had never told him she was pregnant. He asked to speak to her. She refused to speak to him. Dick consoled himself with the thought that the baby might not even be his. She had reached the US well over four months ago. Enough time for anything to happen.
It had started drizzling a bit and the wind turned stronger. We opened our umbrellas and did a quick march back to our cottage in brooding silence.