My schoolmate's son

100% fiction!

I knew who he was. I looked at him hard as I sat on the road opposite that house, which was now his. He was coming out of the house that morning, wearing only his dhoti. His body was bare and I noticed the high cast symbol dangling from his neck. I too sat there bare bodied, but did not have that symbol of the upper cast. They all wore it to distinguish themselves from the low-cast people like myself, who lived among them. Except for that symbol dangling from his neck, there was nothing to mark this man as different from many others, including me.

Yet, I should not and cannot enter that house where he lived through the front door and I would be forbidden from touching the things that he used. Not because I was suffering from AIDS and wore a dirty lungi. Not because I was unwashed and unshaven with soars on my hands and feet. All these would be good reasons of course, to consider me an untouchable. But the primary reason was that I did not have that status symbol on my neck. If another man who was dressed like me and had all other drawbacks similar to mine, but had the high cast symbol dangling from his neck, he would be treated differently. The symbol would have caught the eye of the person who was coming out of his house and he would have immediately asked the man to come up the steps and sit on the ‘thinnai’ (a raised platform forming an open verandah on either side of the front entrance, common in all houses in most villages and small towns of Tamil Nadu, the southern most State on the eastern coast of India).But I was not allowed even to step onto the steps leading to the house!

The man came down the steps of the house with a coin in his hand and dropped it in front of me on the road, so that I could pick it up. I looked up at him and smiled to show that I knew him. But he did not respond to my smile. He turned abruptly and climbing the four steps leading to the gate, went inside his house, passing the broad ‘thinnai’ on either side of the single, heavy, wooden door, that was beset with many brass knobs as ornaments. He did not shut the door. It used to be open always, as I recalled my olden days, when I was young, youthful with a sturdy body that displayed well developed muscles due to hard manual labor. Only at night, the master of house would close it and bolt it from inside before retiring to sleep.

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My thoughts went back to those days when I used to visit that house very often. The high-cast schoolmate of mine stayed in that house and his father-- one Pundit Meganatham-- used to engage my father for physical labor. In fact, my father took care of the cultivable lands of theirs that were located in our village, in the outskirts of the town, where my father, mother, my baby sister and I lived.

My father used to come to Pundit Meganatham’s house to do some manual work, almost daily. They had a cow that was kept tied in their backyard and my father used to take care of it. He would remove its droppings and sweep the place, first thing in the morning when he went there. Then he would take the cow out through the back entrance to the river, to give it a bath. He then brought it back through the same back entrance and tied it in its place. He would then put out some straw for its feed and keep some water in a wooden bucker nearby, for it to drink from. The water was pumped out from a bore-well in the middle of the backyard with a hand pump that had a long handle.

I knew the routine of my father so well because as a small boy, I used to go with him and wait near the pump. I was dressed in a blue shirt and khaki half-pants, which were the dress regulation of the school where I studied. Pundit Meganatham’s son Mani also studied in the same school, but in a different class. In age, I was three years older to him. But in studies, I was only one class above him. When my father was feeding the cow, I used to fill the wooden bucket with water by pumping it from the bore well—a job I loved to do.

The orthodox mother of Mani would sometimes call me to the back door of their house and give me something to eat. It was invariably what Mani had rejected on his plate! But I used to love eating it because the stuff used to be very tasty. My father then would take Mani and me on a bicycle and drop us off at the school. Mani sat on the back seat of the bicycle, while I sat in the front, on the handle bar. Mani’s mother used to warn him not to sit too close to my father’s back, but at the same time hold on to the seat firmly. She was particular that my father’s body or his clothes should not come into contact with Mani’s body, as we were untouchables!

Once we got off at the school, then Mani and I would forget about untouchability and run to our classes almost brushing each other’s sides. At school we were told that we all were equals and there are no differences among all Indians. But, the moment we came out of the school, we fell back into the traditions that were observed in the society. Mani was a cute boy with a fair complexion, a sharp nose and rosy lips. Many times I used to feel like hugging him and planting a kiss on those rosy lips. But that was a severely punishable act, if it was ever carried out and if it were to come to the knowledge of his parents or mine!

One day, my father had to take the cow all the way to our village. When I asked him why, he did not give me an understandable reply. The cow was kept all night near our hut in the village, tied to a coconut tree. Then in the morning, my father took it to another person’s house. As it was a weekend, he let me also go with him. There were many cattle in the other person’s house. There was one big, black and white bull that was kept tied up to a tree. I was fascinated by the big ball-sac that was hanging under its belly. There were some workers tending the cattle and one of them came and took the cow from my father and led it to the place where the bull was. The bull began to stomp its feet on the ground and snort. Compared to the bull, the cow was much smaller in height and in its body build. So, the cow was frightened and was tending to run away. Both my father and the worker held it firmly and took it to a place where there were two parallel wooden poles firmly planted in the ground. The cow was placed between the two wooden poles and was tied in such a way that it could not run away. Then the worker went near the bull and brought it behind the cow.

No sooner than it came near the cow, it smelled its back and then mounted it from the rear. In an instant a long, pointed, rose colored penis shot out from its belly and the worker adjusted the position of the bull and the cow, so that the penis, dripping with some sticky liquid, penetrated the back of the cow. I watched in great amazement as the bull pushed its back firmly against the back of the cow and inserted the entire penis into the hole from which, I had noticed earlier the cow used to urinate. A few pushes and then the bull got off the back of the cow. Its penis began to be withdrawn into its belly and I could see drops of some white stuff dribble to the ground, as the worker led it to the tree where it was kept tied earlier.

It was just then that I noticed an elderly man, standing a bit far away near the house. My father went near him and thanking him, paid some money. Then he came and took the cow out the parallel bars and motioning to me to follow, left the place. I thought he was taking the cow back to our house. But he asked me to go home and when I asked him where he was taking the cow, he said he had to take it back to Main’s house in town. When I went to Mani’s house the day after the next, which was a Monday, I found the cow in its usual place.
When I told some of the boys in my class about the incident that I witnessed on Saturday, there was great excitement among them. Of course we all knew by then what copulation was. But what surprised us all was when one of my friends, the oldest in our class by name Karthik, said that this is what exactly happened between my father and my mother at night.

When I showed anger against what he said, he tried to console me by saying that it was not only between my father and mother, but it happened between everyone’s father and mother. Just as the cow would now get pregnant and give birth to a calf in a few months’ time, so do all mothers become pregnant and give birth to a child, after their husbands penetrated them with their penis and impregnate them with the white fluid that came out of their cocks!

Though I thought I understood what Karthik said, yet I did not know wherefrom the white fluid would come out of ones cock. Karthik one day took me to the river bank behind a huge banyan tree and making sure that no one was around, removed his pants and showed me his cock. I was really wonderstruck by its size. My cock was nothing compared to his and when I told him so, he said that his cock can do something that mine cannot. He then began to whack his cock furiously and very soon shot a load of white, thick fluid that squirted out of his piss hole. My cock became stiff on seeing it. He asked me to remove my pants and try out whacking my cock. When I let down my pants, he put his hand on my stiffened cock and began whacking it. I thought my foreskin would come off my cock and so, I pushed away his hand, hastily. He laughed and said that I have not yet matured and so I cannot produce the white fluid (he used a name for it in Tamil) and hence, cannot impregnate a woman and make her produce a baby! When I asked him whether he could, he proudly said: “Yes, I can”
“Have you impregnated any women so far?” I asked, with great curiosity.

“Not so far,” he said and added: “Very soon I will. My uncle’s daughter has not yet come of age. Once she is ready, I have told her that I will insert my cock into her and make her pregnant. She has agreed. So I am waiting for her to attain age.”
”What is attaining age?” I asked.

“You are 18 years old and still you do not know what it is for girls to attain age?” laughed Karthik, who was two years older to me. I was ashamed of my ignorance. At the same time I marveled at the knowledge Karthik had. Then he explained that just as the man gets his white, sticky fluid out of his cock, after a particular age, so does the woman. He further said:
“But her fluid will be a red, blood-like liquid that would drip out of her piss-hole. When they start getting it, then it meant that the girl has attained the childbearing age”.
“How does the baby form from these two fluids?” I asked.

“The white fluid from the cock of a man and the red fluid from the woman will mingle in the woman’s belly and form the baby. The white fluid forms the bones and the red fluid forms the flesh and the blood,” explained Karthik, as if he was an expert in the knowledge of how babies were formed! My respect for him grew when I heard all this explanations and when he suggested that some day I must bring my master’s son, Mani to the river, I agreed. When I asked him why, he merely said that Mani had a sweet ass!

However, there was no way of taking Mani alone to the river-bank with me. His father and mother would not allow that whenever I tried to coax them to send him. But I was a regular visitor to the river banks with Karthik, especially in the evenings, soon after school. He took me to the spot behind the huge banyan tree and pulled out his cock from his pants to whack it and shoot out his white fluid. He said that it gave him immense pleasure! One day he asked me to remove my pants and shirt. When I stood naked before him, he removed his own clothes and embraced me face to face, tightly. He started rubbing his cock against mine. Then he slid his erect cock between my thighs repeatedly. Very soon he spewed out his white, sticky juice between my thighs and on my cock. The thick, gluey fluid was smeared on me, which I later washed off in the river.

On another occasion, he asked me to remove my pants and bend down, showing my bottom to him. He then rubbed his cock repeatedly in between my bums. Once again his cock spewed out its fluid all over my ass. He then tried to insert his cock into my ass hole. That produced a severe pain, which made me cry out. Then Karthik stopped and asked me to wash myself in the river. He said that I am not mature enough and that is why I could not take in his cock easily into my ass hole. He said that when I mature, my ass hole will become wide and he would be able to penetrate me easily. When I asked him whether I would become pregnant then, he laughed and said that only when the red fluid of a woman and the while fluid from his cock mingle, can it produce a baby! So, I began to hope that soon I should mature, not only to get my ass hole bigger for Karthik to insert his cock, but also to spew out the white fluid from my cock, as he did repeatedly!