My School mate son : Part 2

100% fiction!

Time went by. The cow’s belly began to swell and my father said that soon a calf would be born. I once told Mani about what I saw in the village where his cow was taken to a big bull and how it inserted its long penis into the piss-hole of the cow. Mani did not understand the significance of it and asked why it should happen that way. I then had to tell him what I heard from Karthik and said that the same happened between his mother and his father at night. He did not believe it. What was worse, he went and told his mother about it the next day! Fortunately he did not mention my name when asked who told him all that.

However, his mother had told him that it was what happened among low-cast people and not among the upper cast people like themselves, who wore the thread around their necks. When Mani told me what he heard from his mother, I began to suspect that there may be some truth in it. But the question as to how babied were formed in the mother’s womb of upper cast people, nagged me. So, I told Mani to find out the answer for that also from his mother. He came back the next day and told me that his mother said that among upper cast people, babies were put into the womb of the mothers by gods.

She had explained it with the example of how Kunti Devi in the Mahabharata obtained her sons through the gods, by reciting a ‘mantra’. The ‘mantra’ was known only to the upper cast girls as they were taught by their mothers, who got it from their mothers when they were young. This explanation was very convincing and I hated my father and mother for engaging in such a shameful act, like what the bull and the cow did to create a calf, to bring me into being. I decided then and there that if I ever get married, I would marry a girl from the upper cast, so that she would know the ‘mantra’ to ask a god for a baby for us! I would then have no need to impregnate my wife by inserting my cock into her piss-hole!

The calf was eventually born. The cow had given birth at night and when my father and I came in the morning one day, we found the tiny calf lying next to its mother! After a few days, when the calf started to jump around its mother and suck its udders for its milk, Mani and I stood nearby and watched it with pleasure. We used to play with the calf and often used to hold it by the rope around its neck to keep it away from its mother, when the cow was milked by my father. Once, when Mani was holding the calf all by himself, it pulled him towards the cow even before the milking was over. There was a near disaster when Mani, unable to manage the pull of the calf, let go the rope he was holding. The calf crashed into the cow’s udders and my father, who was milking the cow, almost fell off the low stool on which he was sitting! He shouted for me and scolded me for leaving the calf in the sole custody of Mani!

Time went by and we all three grew up—that is the calf, Mani and myself. During the summer vacation that year, Karthik said that he had to accompany his parents to Madurai, another southern town in Tamil Nadu, where his father had been transferred, being an employee of the Southern Railways. With Karthik gone, there were no more trips to the river bank and no more sexual play. But I had now grown up. I knew that babies were not obtained by reciting a ‘mantra’ to a god. Whether belonging to the upper cast or to the lower cast, all fathers and mothers produced babies in the same way, as did the bull and the cow. We were taught this in our Biology classes and once I discussed it with Mani. Mani had grown up too and so there was no chance of him asking his mother for clarifications!
My father had died in the mean time and so, I was not able to continue my studies.

Mani’s father engaged me as a full time servant to take care of the cows and also do odd jobs at home. He not only fed me three times a day but also gave me a place in the backyard to sleep at night. The cow and its calf, which had now grown to become another cow, were tied in the shed nearby to the place where I slept. The cultivable lands were all sold off as Mani’s father was not willing to trust them with others for cultivation. Of course, I went to my village on and off, to see my mother and my little sister, and left with them some money which Mani’s father paid me as salary. I used to go to the river bank also taking the two cows with me, for a bath in the river. One day, I left the cows tied to a tree, went behind the huge banyan tree and removed my ‘lungi’ to look at my cock closely. As I touched it, it began to expand and when I whacked it, a drop of clear fluid came up from my piss hole! I thought it was a drop of my urine.

But when I touched it with my finger tip, it was sticky. I was much perturbed. Karthik exuded a thick, white, sticky fluid that gushed out in copious amount from his cock, when he stroked it. Why was mine a clear, tiny drop? Thinking that probably that it was the way it all stated when one matured, I continued to stroke my cock. Then came the terrible sensation that spread all over my body, from foot to head. At the same time, the thick, white juice I had witnessed coming out of Karthik’s cock, spurted out from mine in gusts, hitting the tree trunk. I was terrified and at the same time overjoyed. I knew that I have come of age and I can now impregnate a woman! I quickly took a leaf and cleaned the tree trunk of my exudate (I knew it as my semen, which carried millions of sperms), looking this side and that to make sure that no one watched me!

I was dying to show off my manhood to Mani some day, just as Karthik did to me, a few years ago. During holidays, Mani and I used to go to the river bank to play and bathe. I told Mani then about Karthik and the stunts he did in that very place. Mani heard them with great interest. Then one day, I told him that if he wanted to see, I could perform the same fete with my cock. We went to one side of the huge banyan tree and I lifted up my lungi and exposed my erect cock to him. He was thrilled to see such a big cock. He said that his was small and exposed it from under his half pants for me to see. I offered him to touch my cock and see, while I handled his. His cock was small, thin, smooth and white in color, only slightly darker compared to his body color. Mine was large, black and thick with much hair surrounding it. Mani’s ball-sac was small and rosy, while mine was well formed and bulky. Mani felt my cock and pulled it forwards and backwards, so that my foreskin slid back and forth over my cock’s head. Mani’s foreskin did not move like that. Moreover, his cock-head was not well formed. But his cock did show an erection as did mine.

While we were thus playing with our cooks, I took hold of my cock in my hands and whacked it faster, till I ejaculated. Mani observed it in total fascination, while I told him all that Karthik told me about making babies. The only difference was that I now knew that the white fluid from a man’s cock contained millions of sperms that entered the vagina of the female, where they traveled through a tube to reach the ovum that was shed periodically inside the woman’s womb. Once a sperm met an egg, it entered it to fertilize it and bring about an embryo that later developed into a baby. Mani too had studied these things in his science book but it was only theoretical.

The semen that came out of my cock explained it to him the process practically and he began to ask me when he too would get this manly power! I told him that as he was about three year’s younger to me; he should be getting it after about that long. He was a bit disappointed. But I told him that if he eats well and keeps his body fit, he may start producing the semen long time ago. Though I very much wanted to try rubbing my cock against his, standing naked face to face, I did not venture to do it. I was not supposed to touch the body of an upper cast boy, even though we played with each other’s cocks, on and off, at the river bank regularl. I did notice that Mani’s bottom was plump and tempting. But I did not dare to rub my erected cock between them, as did Karthik with me!

After finishing his high school studies, Mani was advised by his father to go to a college and study Economics. But Mani’s marks in mathematics were not very good. As a result he was admitted only in B.A. History He had to go to Madurai to do the course in a famous college and had to stay in the hostel there. Mani and his father went over to Madurai for that purpose. I stayed at home, taking care of the cows and was a watchman guarding the house and Mani’s mother. I had noticed, Mani often watching me when I took my bath near the bore-well pump. His gaze would be fixed on my crotch over the narrow piece of loin cloth I wore to cover myself, which showed the outline of my cock clearly, particularly when the cloth became wet. What surprised me was that, Mani’s mother also watched me bathe, standing behind the back door. She fed me with good food in the absence of Mani and his father. I enjoyed her attention on me for the five days when they were away. I did notice a slight stiffening in her attention after Mani’s father returned leaving Mani in the hostel.

During Pooja Holidays, Mani came home. He looked a bit changed to me. But his boyish features were still there. His face was smooth and so was his chest and legs. There were no signs of biceps muscles and his chest was flat and narrow, with no difference in width between his upper part and his hip region. The plump bottom was there alright, tempting me to tap it whenever no one was around in the backyard. One day Mani accompanied me to the river bank. I tapped his bottom several times on the way and he did not mind it. He told me that that is what many of the seniors in the hostel did to him! He even confided to me that two boys from Ceylon (Sri Lanka) used to come to his room at night and chat with him very jovially. They were a few years older to him but their talk captivated Mani and he liked their company. Moreover, they used to give him a lot of gifts, such as chocolates, talcum powder, soap and scent, which they brought from their country. Mani enjoyed their jokes and was pleased with the free gifts. When he felt like giving them something, they always refused to accept it saying that there was nothing here that they could not get in their country!

Mani talked about the two guys most of the time, when we were alone. The two Sri Lankans spoke good Tamil with the peculiar accent that was characteristic of Sri Lankans of Tamil origin. The name of one was Poobalan and the other was Rajasingham. Both had studied in Sri Lanka in English medium and so they could speak and write in English excellently. They got on very well with all their hostel mates and every one liked them. Often the two of them used to visit Mani’s room at night and stayed there chatting and making funny remarks about all their masters. They used to pat his bottom and even say jokingly that they would like to see it exposed some day!

On hearing Mani say that, I also joked with him and said that I too would like to see his bottom exposed to me some day! We both laughed over the matter and Mani said that he wouldn’t mind exposing it, but he cannot do it outside the house! That meant that I will never be able to see it as I was forbidden to enter the house. I hoped against hope that someday I would catch sight of his bubbly bottom from the bathroom window, which opened on the courtyard. But it was a small ventilator, high up in the outside wall. I would have to climb on to a ladder to reach it! Would I ever get a chance before Mani left for his college?

Before Mani went back to his hostel, he asked his mother to prepare a lot of eatables such as ‘murukku’ (a savory made of rice flour) and ‘adhirasam’ (a sweet made of rice flour and jaggery) for his friends—mainly his Sri Lankan friends, I guessed! Mani left by bus. I accompanied him to the bus stand and saw him off. Mani gave me some money then and said that I can get what I want with it. It was not much. But I liked his gesture of friendliness. I held his hand and kissed it and said that I would miss him till he came again.

When Mani came home for his vacation after the half yearly exams, he walked with a peculiar gait. When I asked him what was wrong, he said that he had pain in his ass-hole! When I insisted that he should tell me why he got the pain in that past of his body, his answer shocked me. The two Sri Lankan boys who were very friendly with Mani, had fucked him the previous night, taking turns! I was partly jealous and partly angry against the two fellows who had done this. When I asked Mani why he allowed them to do such a thing, he explained how they gradually gained his confidence and then seduced him. The night they fucked him, the two came to his room at about 10 pm. Mani was about to go to bed and he had changed into his lungi. Rajasingham had a magazine in his hand and after they sat down on Mani’s cot, they opened the magazine and started commenting on the photographs of nude girls depicted there.

They commented on the breasts of the girls and their other private parts—their cunts and ass-holes. Mani sat at his table and only listened to their comments with a mild amusement. Then one of the Sri Lankans asked Mani to come and sit between them and see the pictures. When Mani said that he was quite comfortable where he was, they dragged him to their midst and placed the open magazine on his lap. Poobalan prodded Mani’ cock several times, in the pretext of turning the pages of the magazine. The pictures were very erotic but it did not quite excite Mani. On seeing no reaction from Mani, Poobalan addressed Rajasingham and said:

“Looks like out little friend does not get a stiffening of his cock on seeing these pictures!”
Rajasingham responded by asking; “Are you sure our fried has a cock in his crotch or only a hole?”
Poobalan immediately responded and said: “Why doubt? Let us check and see.”

So saying, Poobalan started pulling away Mani’s lungi, while his friend held Mani firmly around his chest with both hands. Since Mani was about to go to sleep, he was not wearing his underwear. So, the two Sri Lankans exposed Mani and Poobalan caught hold of his cock and said that it was a cock alright, but it was too small! Thereupon, Rajasingham made Mani to stand up and looking at his bottom said that it was the sweetest ass that he had seen so far. So, Poobalan also went behind him and the two of them began to pat and pinch Mani’s plump buttocks. Mani let them do it as he thought it was all fun among friends. Then Poobalan brought his stiff cock out of his pants and showed it to Mani, saying:

”See, this is how a man’s cock ought to be.”

When Mani saw it, he was wonder-struck. Poobalan noticing Mani’s excitement, told him to take his cock in his hands. When Mani put out his hand to touch it, Poobalan withdrew and said he wanted Mani to take his cock in his mouth! After hesitating for a while, Mani obliged. Then Poobalan began to move his hips so that his cock went in and out of Mani’s mouth. Mani almost chocked when once the cock reached up to his throat!

In the mean time, when Mani was learning how to suck a cock, Rajasingham, who was pinching Mani’s bottom, started to insert his fingers into his ass-hole and said that it was just like the cunt of a Sinhalese girl he had fucked, while in Sri Lanka. On hearing that, Poobalan said that it was best that he does it again now, because he would get the same pleasure once more! All this talk went on in a jovial manner and very soon Mani felt the thick cock of Rajasingham, entering his ass-hole. It pained a lot and when he cried out, Poobalan took the bottle of coconut oil that Mani was using for his hair and emptied half of it on Mani’s ass-hole and Rajasingham’s cock that was partly inserted in it. Rajasingham made Mani lie down on the cot and fucked him passionately, kissing his face all the time. After he spewed out his semen inside Mani, he got up and let Poobalan insert his cock and fuck him. The rest of the coconut oil got emptied on Poobalan’s cock!

“All this happened last night,” said Mani. “The fellows knew that I was going away on vacation the next day and so they timed it very well.”

I continued to feel jealous of the two guys and secretly earned that I too should get a chance to fuck Mani some day! But I hid my feelings and as if I sympathized with Mani, told him that he should have complained about this mischief to the warden or some other officials! But he said that no one would believe him as the two Sri Lankan’s were very friendly with all the boys and they all liked them. Moreover, it would be odd to go to an official and tell them that he got fucked by two of his best friends! I felt that Mani himself must have enjoyed these sexual acts to some extant. When I commented on it, Mani said:

“Well, in a way, yes. It was indeed a new experience!”

Mani’s pain subsided in a few days and he was happy to go back to college after the vacation. I thought Mani would not feel happy to go back to be tortured by his Sri Lankan friends. But Mani’s eagerness to get back to the hostel indicated that he was earning for the ‘new experience’ once again. It was much later that I came to know from Karthik (my old class mate who was in Madurai and had friends in the college where Mani studied), that Mani was known by a nick name in the hostel. The nick name was to identify him from others with the name ‘Mani’, which was a common name in Tamil Nadu. They called him ‘soothu katti Mani,’ which translated literally meant: ‘ass-hole exhibiting Mani’. The two Sri Lankans had spread the news among other boys that Mani was willingly letting them fuck him! Perhaps there was some truth in it!

Mani had to come away from college before his final exams in the first year because his father had a sudden heart attack and was bed ridden. It all happened one afternoon when Mani’s father came to the backyard to pump some water to take to the toilet. I was tending the cows then. Suddenly, I heard the sound of someone falling. When I looked near the pump, I found Pundit Meganatham, lying prostrate on the wet cement pavement. I ran and tried to lift him up, but single handed I could not. So, I called Mani’s mother for help and she came running out, as she too had heard the sound of the fall. We both took him inside and made him lie down on the cot. At that moment, neither Mani’s mother nor I thought about my untouchability! I went and brought the doctor who lived in the next street and he said that it is a massive heart attack and he should be shifted to a good hospital immediately.

But Meganatham opened his eyes and asked us to first send a telegram to Mani, asking him to come immediately. Only when Mani came, did he want to be taken to the hospital. Mani came the following night traveling by a long distance bus. His father held his hands and said that he may not survive long and it was Mani’s responsibility to take care of his mother. Mani’s mother wanted to take him to the hospital then, but as it was late in the night. So, we all thought it could be done the next morning. But during the small hours of the morning, Mani’s father developed another attack and never recovered from it. The tragedy was a great shock to all of us. I made all the arrangements for the funeral as Mani was in tears, and did not know what needed to be done in a situation like that.

End of Chapter 2—To be continued