An act of friendship

Just making sure the pisser doesn't splash on his shoes - and the smile says that he appreciates what's being done for him.

They must have had a suggestion to "Drop 'em".

And a fine sight the result is too. I think the two at each end quite cute, looking very much like brothers, something I personally find gives a group pic - or just a two-some - an added 'something'. If I could choose just a couple of them to suck off my choice is made. 

Indian curry-hot.

I've never made a secret of my lusting after good-looking Indian men, and here's a beauty who gets me tingling in all the right - and 'naughty' - places. I could just eat him up, every last fuckin' morsel of him. But before getting to that I'd wanna give him an all-over sloppy licking, every square millimeter, every fold, crease and hole (hairy or not), of his appetising body.

In a previous posting I've wondered about the origin of this particular strong feeling of mine towards Indian men (at least before they become big-bellied in middle age or later, as so any are prone to do, though it's not peculiar only to Indian men of course) a passion which is different and deeper in nature than for any other  nationality. Though I have neither memory or evidence of it I've suggested in a previous post that it just may be that because I've also had, uniquely in my family, a lifelong fetish in a certain direction, it could have been that when a baby I was sexually 'abused' (?) by a certain young male servant my family had. Being of European extraction, the family used to have a small retinue of Indian servants (this was prior to Indian independence in 1947) and there exists or existed a very old photograph, long since lost, of about half a dozen servants which my family employed - all female, I think, apart from this one sheepish-looking young lad (maybe of 15 or so?) looking at the ground as though not wanting to be photographed, while the others, all looking straight ahead, were either smiling or trying to smile. I remember being told that he, the boy, (and maybe some or all of the women too) were 'dalit' or 'untouchables' i.e. from the lowest class of Hindus. That mattered to my family not one bit, but what was striking about this photo, although it's many decades since I last saw it, was although being black and white (and rather faded at the time) was that this young man was wearing the very clothes I've had such a fetish for for my entire life - which was to be the critical reason for my becoming, after much persuasion, a Boy Scout in a disastrously doomed attempt, in the forlorn hope that by immersing myself in having to wear such a uniform, I might finally rid myself of this attraction which was having such an obsessive grip on my mind - with the result that you all know of, namely of solidifying, consolidating and making permanent this particular and rare (though not unique) fetish of mine. Anyway, this young man in the photo is dressed in the manner which was pretty much standard for most working-class males in India at this time, and indeed through much of the inter-tropics world - and is still seen there - 
 - though in the photo the lad's shirt is hanging loose outside the waist of his shorts. 
It's only a thought and an attempt to rationalise how I got where I did with my feelings. I may be entirely mistaken, of course, in which case I humbly apologise to the young man's memory (if he's still alive he must be around 90 by now) but if he ever did abuse me, he being the only male outside my family with whom I would have been close to, it could well explain why my being gay has been so indelibly linked with a fetish which is/was certainly not shared by any other member of my family, my brothers or my father. That's my theory, anyway. There must be some explanation for it - and it's the only possibility I can come up with,

So enough of that for now. Let's return to the thought of just enjoying the delicious taste of Indian men. Mmmmmm! 

Re-posting from 2011 - Scouts not allowed to wear underpants

I'd completely forgotten about posting this all those years ago. I thought it might be interesting to re-post it now and see if there's any reaction.

Why was our Boy Scout Troop forbidden to wear underpants under our shorts?

I don't know how many of you were in the Boy Scouts, but my brief membership had a profound effect on my life which has lasted to this day.
We didn't question the rule that underpants were NOT to be worn under our shorts because that was also the case during our P.E. classes where, if the gym master suspected that we were wearing anything under our black gym shorts, we'd hear something like the following exchange:-

"You boy! Have you got anything on under your shorts?"
" N-n-n-o, Sir."
"Come here! Let's see."

The boy would then apprehensively approach and stand nervously while the sadistic master pulled out the elasticated shorts waistband, peer down, and then, invariably and sadistically let it snap back painfully onto the boy's body. We'd always hear the boy's "Ooooo-yah!" or "Ouch!" while the rest of the class would try to hide their sniggers. This ritual was quite funny for us other boys witnessing the scene, but for the 'victim' it was a brief moment of sharp pain, as well as being humiliating. It happened to me just the once, but that was enough to know how it felt. (To be fair to the gym master himself, nasty bugger though he was, he always pulled the boy's shorts out on the side before looking down - never, as far as I know, either front or back.) The punishment if ever a boy was found to be wearing underpants was, after removing them, being made to take off one of his gym shoes, made to lie stomach down over the vaulting horse, his shorts then pulled down, and then given six sharp, severe slaps on his bare backside with his shoe. I saw it done only twice in all my years at school, but that punishment was so humiliating in front of all the class, even without the pain, that one had to wonder why a boy would ever chance being caught. It was far less humiliating to remove the underpants before the gym class started so you wouldn't have to face the possibility of this happening.

Anyway, that's all leading up to my saying that, as we saw scouting, like P.E., as essentially to do with physical activities, as far as I know no questions were asked about this odd requirement at the time. It was only later that I found that the 'no underpants' rule in our Scout troop was not only unusual, it was practically unknown elsewhere [though see comment from Anon below]. If I'd known about this before joining it might have saved me a lot of anguish as it turned out that this practice was to contribute to an excruciating sexual humiliation for me during Scout camp, at the vulnerable and impressionable age of 12 - and which may not have happened at all if underpants had been worn. Details of what happened will have to wait until a future blog (later insertion: and now has done). Actually it'll cover a number of them as the details of that fateful Summer camp will take some time to tell, and it would be unfair if any readers of my blog were not to be told ALL the details, painful as it is to me to relate it.

Now after many years of discreet enquiries and research, and failing to find any other scout troops which had this 'no underpants' rule I'd come to the conclusion that it must have been pretty well unique to my own Troop [NO. Not so!] which was, incidentally, run by Catholic priests. One can make an assumption about the reason for this rule, after the secret activities of a significant number of priests have now been opened up to the world, that this  was applied for their own shameful, randy purposes. But again to be fair, I never ever heard of any of these sorts of goings-on at any time when I was a pupil, though one can argue that if things actually were happening, would it have been widely known anyway?

I never heard of any scouts defying the rule, or even questioning it. What I do recall is a group of them, among the smutty laughs of boys their age, saying that you have to avoid farting as this will give rise to 'skid marks' inside the shorts. In fact they would sometimes laughingly refer to their khaki shorts as 'cacky shorts' - in the same way that Americans pronounce the 'k' word, with a short 'a'. (In colloquial English, 'cack' is another word for 'shit').
Not wearing shorts did have one advantage, though. When a scout had a piss, instead of undoing the fly-buttons and then re-doing them up afterwards, he could just lift up the shorts leg and piss out from under it. This also lessened the chance of getting the shorts wet. Because of their light colour, any drops not properly shaken off would soak through the drill material and show up clearly on the outer surface of the shorts, causing amusement and teasing from other scouts, and huge embarrassment to the victim.

Now, right up to date. Only quite recently, someone contacted me by e-mail, having seen one of my previous postings on this topic on another site, and he assures me that the 'no underpants' rule was certainly not unique to my Scout Troop.  Not common, true. but far from unknown. This is very interesting indeed, and comes as quite a revelation after so many years. (I've recently heard of quite a number of countries where this practice is occasionally found).

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Is this scout above wearing anything under his shorts? If you've seen this video (one of my favourites, quite a vintage one) you'll have found out, after he's caught when trying to steal something from behind the fisher's back and, wrestled to the ground, he's forced to suck the man's cock. So humiliating for the lad - but serves him right! 😉

And finally, as an afterthought, I must remind you of Scout Law 10 which Lord Baden Powell himself (a man to whom we'd only be worthy enough to offer our tongues to use as his toilet paper), in his infinite wisdom, belatedly added to the already existing laws, namely that "A boy scout is pure in thought, word and deed" - So beware! 😁😁😁 
Hah! Now tell that to the four senior scouts who took away my 'innocence' at the tender age of 12 just for their own amusement and with no regard at all for the indelible mental scars they were inflicting, wrapping me for eternity in an inescapable web of fetishes, thereby pointing me on a road to complete corruption, too enticing for me to resist, and instigating my subsequent lifelong, insatiable craving for cock,  cock.......and yet more cock. 

And as a further afterthought, it's often been said that if Lord B-P. had had any serious inkling about what goes on in those scout tents after dark, either by torchlight under covers or without, he'd wish to God that he'd never started the Scout Movement. But what did he expect with all those boys in their adolescence with growth hormones starting to race around their young bodies, and they exploring and experimenting with their own, as well as being just as curious about the bodies of other boys? It wouldn't have needed much imagination, would it? 😄