Desi Daddy Dedication

I guess I will have to start at the beginning so I don’t lose anyone along the way. My path in the gay scene has been a long one. If you have kept up with my writings you have a feel for my beginnings and some of the bumps and curves along the way. I try to detail some of my quirks for you so you get a sense of where I have been and what led me to my current life. So in the beginning, in high school, my oral and anal cherries were taken by two older boys. You know that from previous writings. In that first year and a half I satisfied two teenage boys with lingerie fetishes and our play was pretty innocent teen play. But after my two friends moved on I started looking for something more predictable and more fulfilling. Little did I know I would find it right around the block.

One particular summer my neighborhood was decimated of boys when a huge senior class graduated and moved on. Those of us left behind filled in the part time jobs and other roles that teens filled in those days. One opportunity that presented itself to me worked out in more ways than one. A few blocks from where I lived was a very lively and very cosmopolitan retail section of town. One of the businesses there was an Asian Import store owned by and Indian family. I knew their kids from school as well as the couple who owned the store. When their older kids went off to college I asked the owner if I might work part time stocking shelves and helping out after school. He was delighted and knew me and knew I was a good reliable kid and I immediately set to work learning the store, the products and the inventory system. My routine was to show up at about 3:30 every day, stock shelves and unload deliveries and between that do general janitorial and inventory work in the store. Things were usually quiet during the afternoons so I was able to get a lot done and enjoy the quiet of the store, the beautiful imported goods, and most of all the marvelous smells of spices, incense and other exotic things. They stocked beautiful clothing, all manner of luxurious housewares, a wide variety of foods, teas, all kinds of fascinating stuff. I loved handling the silk and other exotic fabrics as I placed them on display. During the quiet times on weekday afternoon we got a break from customer traffic to get a lot done. Often the owner’s wife would leave shortly after I arrived and would go home to do book keeping and other tasks until about 7 when she would return for the evening traffic. That left me and Mr S there to mind the store and me to keep the inventory moving.

Mr S was very kind and attentive. We talked a lot and he nurtured my knack for languages by teaching me some Hindi and gave me a few books to help me. I worked hard and often he worked beside me during the first week. Mr S was in his late ‘50’s, about 6’1”, maybe 220 lbs and I could tell that in his youth he was both an athlete and then a soldier. He carried himself in a manner that radiated confidence and strength and at the same time grace. He was extremely dark, unlike his wife and kids, and had a very thick mustache that he curled with wax. One day when stocking bolts of silk and other fabrics he noted how I loved to slightly fondle the bolts as I shelved them. As I did we caught each other’s eyes and he held my gaze for more than a minute. I could not break away as he gazed deeply at me and smiled. He then said “silk is second only to satin in its erotic powers.” I smiled sheepishly and he detected my inability to speak when he said “that’s OK, it is natural and is the way of things. There is a purpose in that power of the fabric just as there is in the power of perfume and incense.” I again responded with a silly smile and this time cast my eyes down to catch sight of a huge tent in the front of his fine wool trousers. I was transfixed on his crotch and he knew it. He broke the tension by saying “Come, let’s take a break.”

I followed him to the back of the store to the office and we went in and grabbed a cup of tea. As I sat across from him I could not help staring at his boner. The office was situated such that we could look out a glass window to see the entire store front yet have privacy behind a tall counter. As we looked at each other without saying a word Mr S opened his fly and let fly his manhood. As it emerged I could see first the dark, almost ebony glans of his cock as it emerged from his foreskin and then his mahogany shaft. He was fully 9 inches in length and thick and as he opened his trousers I could see it was nestled in a next of dark curly pubic hair. I put my tea cup on the table, walked four steps on air to where he was and dropped to my knees in front of him. As I lowered my self to kneel before him he shifted to give me full access to his manhood. I took his cock in my mouth and worked my tongue around his glans, and then settled down on him and took him fully in my mouth. I bobbed on him and worked his glans with my tongue while he responded to my affections with low quiet moans and jolts to full erection. I knew he would not last long as he had been fully erect for quite some time dreaming about violating this young blonde faggot he now had under his spell. Up and down I went tasting his pre-cum and the wonderful scents of his body. I backed off a bit to try to make his pleasure last and was able to do so twice but the third time he approached orgasm we could not restrain ourselves. When he came he gently held my head down on him with his cock in my throat as he coated my tonsils with hot loads of semen. He held me down until he had shot 6 hard loads and then relaxed his downward pressure on me. As he did I worked up and down his shaft and worked his glans each pass. He continued to moan with pleasure as I did my work for him. After another 45 seconds he shot again, this time in to the front of my mouth. I held his semen in my lips and continues stroking and sucking until he started to go soft. As he went soft I sucked him and flicked his hole with my tongue. Slowly he eased me off and to a position straight up on my knees before him. He looked deeply in to my eyes and said “You are a very good boy. A good boy indeed. Tell me where you learned to pleasure like that.”

I stayed on my knees and started to tell him about taking care of my two friends. He motioned me up, we grabbed our tea and with a swig I washed the remaining semen down and finished the story. Standing before him he once again gave me a serious deep look and said, “I understand how you learned. There is no shame in that. But from here on, only me.” I said “yes, sir’ without hesitation and knew I now had a new element to my job description.

For the next year and a half I worked at the store after school and then full time for about 6 months while scraping up money for school. Three or four times a week we would take a break in the office and I would take Mr S’s load. I remained true to my promise to him and maintained a monogamous dedication to his gorgeous cock. He appreciated my work and my affection. Mrs S never suspected a thing when she went about her business in the afternoons and at certain times of the year Mr S and I would work late to get the store ready for the weekend rush. On those nights he would lock the front at closing time and we would go back to the wash room where he would bend me over a sink and fuck me in the ass. It was during those sessions that I learned to enjoy receiving anal sex and started having orgasms from his thrusting. He always treated me with great care and respect and valued me both as an employee and as a sex toy. When I moved on to school he did find a suitable replacement, a nephew, but when I was home I would work for him and we would go right back to where we were before. I loved having my face buried deep in his crotch and taking his cum and especially looked forward to late night work where he would flood my waiting rear with cum.

When I was back for a holiday break he introduced his 24 year old nephew to me. We chatted a bit and as soon as Mrs S was off to her tasks we retreated to the office. While the nephew watched the front of the store I gave Mr S head. When he came he went out front and the nephew came sheepishly in to the office. I motioned him over to the chair, he sat down and I opened his fly. His cock started to emerge when I grabbed it with my lips and sucked it in to my throat. He was a bit taken aback by my aggressive move but settled in to a blowjob that lasted about 2 minutes. He was so excited I knew he had to cum and let him do so without trying to hold it off. As I swallowed his load and cleaned his cock with a Kleenex I told him I would suck him off again before we left for the night. We both drifted out to the front of the store and went back to our work. At closing time Mrs S was still in the store so the nephew and I left to walk home. We made a B line to the parking lot where I once again dropped to my knees and blew him. It was at that time that I learned to appreciate his cock. It was 8 inches, cut and very thick with an incredibly sensitive head. He was a very virile 24 and was able to give me another large load after about 7 minutes of work. For the remaining two weeks of break I took care of Mr S on demand and took care of the nephew a couple of times a day. On our next late night both took me in the men's ‘room. I walked home that night with my pussy stretched and flooded with cum and feeling like heaven. I still dream about those carefree days and the wonderful sex we had.

To this day I still have a great affection for Indian food, culture and men. I often go out of my way to visit markets and food stores catering to South Asian markets. Where I live now we have two great family owned restaurants and an import store as well as a truck stop frequented by South Asian drivers due to the excellent Indian menu in the diner. I frequent it for the food as well as the men. I learned to be confident but not aggressive in making first contact with the drivers. They are a bit more up front once you show them a smile and some interest and I have learned how to overcome the initial hesitation of hitting on a white fairy. Once they know I am available it is off to the sleeper for a load of turmeric laden semen. They appreciate having someone who is willing to give them much needed relief on long road trips without the usual BS and cat and mouse games. I have found that striking up conversation, getting comfortable and then asking if they would let me pleasure them works well. They respond to my signals and give me the open signs and we are off. Once I make a solid contact with a guy I give them my number and e-mail and have even invited them to share my number with reliable friends. Once they know me they know I stay available for them based upon their schedules and take care of business for them with no complications. And every time I smell curry I get that feeling…………...

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