It was raining like it had never rained before, but Howard had a mission to accomplish and he couldn't back down. He opened his umbrella upon leaving his house and was immediately hit by the strong wind that shook the palm trees around his house like it they were wind chimes, and the rain that, if he opened his mouth, would certainly drown him. It had been raining like this since the previous night and it seemed like it would go on forever. There was no other way around it; he had to walk under the pouring monsoon to get where he wanted to go.
After what seemed to be an eternity of dragging himself through the mud and getting tossed around by the savage rain, he arrived at his destination. It suddenly stopped raining and he looked up at the dark grey sky that made it look like it was night-time. Howard huffed "Well, thank you" he closed his umbrella and took a deep breath before knocking on the door of the precarious house.
A woman opened it and looked at him up and down with confusion on her face "Yes? What can I do for you?" she asked in an uncertain tone. He had thought that Drishya lived alone. This woman appeared to be her mother, because she was very similar to her daughter. That was not good for him, because he had wanted to talk to her alone, and in this weather, they couldn't go anywhere else "Sir?" the woman asked, looking up at him with her head tilted to one side.
Howard realised he had been staring at her, so he shook his head and felt his face heating up as he spoke "U-Um, good day, madam. I was hoping to talk to Drishya..." he was cut off by the woman gasping and a man coming up behind her.
"You are the damn gora that brought dishonour to our family! How dare you come here after what you've done?!" the man began screaming. Howard was confused as to what he was saying and soon, there were a couple people looking at them through their windows. Howard opened his mouth to say something to try to understand, but the man cut him off "You dishonoured our daughter, our family, our name! Now everybody here thinks our daughter was a whore!" he yelled in his face in spite of not being so tall. The only thing keeping him from throwing Howard on the floor and punching the hell out of him was his wife detaining him at the door.
"Please, Achalraj! Control yourself!" his wife said, trying to calm his husband down, but the man continued to yell at Howard, who was backing up.
"Don't you see it, woman?! He is the reason our daughter had to leave the town!" he yelled at her. Howard was shocked. She had to leave the village for having spent the night with him and having a baby? He understood the "dishonour" part, but she didn't have to leave because of that... or did she? Howard didn't know how to answer the questions in his head "You, gora! I don't want to see your bloody face here ever again!" he yelled as he got in the house and the woman closed the door.
It soon started to rain again and Howard's tears mixed with the raindrops. He couldn't tell them apart.
Kālá had passed through the Kirkland household and the boys were now grown up, one more than the other. Howard, the proud father, and Gupta, his loyal servant, were amazed at how fast had been the growth of Arthur and the boy they had received in a night to remember, they had decided to name Peter.
When Arthur turned sixteen, his father gave him permission to wander around outside the house as much as he wanted without supervision – even though he would sometimes send Gupta out to discretely follow him and make sure he was alright – but he expressly said that the rainforest and the mountains were completely off limits, because he knew that there were all kinds of dangerous animals and insects, lurking in the dark just waiting for a prey to attack, and Arthur would make a fine prey.
One day, he had woken up like every single day and opened the window to look at the beautiful singing birds and the bright green vegetation, until he heard a loud crash and then Peter was screaming in his bedroom. Arthur ran towards him, leaving the window open for a curious monkey to wander inside the bedroom.
It turned out that the sound he had heard was a loose shelf that had felt to the floor, startling Peter awake. The whole house relaxed and returned to their usual activities, until another strange sound caught their attention, this time, in Arthur's bedroom. When they got there, they were left wide-eyed, especially Arthur.
"Blimey!" Arthur exclaimed upon seeing all his clothes and bed sheets torn to pieces by jumping monkeys. Peter had run from his room and was behind Arthur's legs, taking in the scene in front of him. His curious expression turned into an excited one.
"Monkeys!" he had never seen them out of books, even though they nearly lived in the jungle. Upon hearing the loud, high-pitched voice, the monkeys started shrieking and everybody took a step back as they jumped around the room from wall to floor, from bed to wall, and from closet to floor.
Gupta brought in a broom and started shooing them away through the window. Finally, the monkey's shrieks were heard far away from the house. The servant left the broom against the scratched wall and locked the window closed. He sighed and leaned against the wall, looking at the torn flower wallpaper.
"Looks like I'm going to have to get new clothes" Arthur said, examining the torn shirts and pants. But, of course, it was too hot to even wear that.
Howard would have lent him some clothes, but they would have been ridiculously gigantic on his son's small frame, so Gupta was kind enough to give him a sarong and a shirt to go to town with. His father gave him some money and kissed him on both cheeks, wishing him a safe return.
He felt awfully comfortable in Gupta's clothes and, finally, after almost an hour of walking under the heating sun, came across a European clothing store. He was about to buy himself a new wardrobe when he saw two boys passing by, talking to each other and just being boys. They were wearing white sarongs that reached the ground, but they weren't wearing shirts.
So, Arthur did the first thing that came to his mind. He got rid of the shirt and folded it neatly to carry it back to the house under his arm. He had never felt freer, even though there were people – locals – looking at him weirdly.
But there was one look that didn't go unnoticed for the young blonde. He was a little more than twenty minutes away from his house, in a forested area, when he felt like someone was burning holes into his exposed skin. A blush came over him and he started to look around, but he found nothing "Oh, silly me" he said with a smile on his face as he continued walking. He had passed three houses, and the third one from the last house, would be his', but they were very much apart.
"Hey, beautiful" someone called in a strange accent and Arthur turned around once again, already sweating from the scorching heat he had to walk under "Over here" he said again. This time, Arthur was sure that it was a man rather than a woman, but he had a soft voice. He looked around and found a man with shoulder-length blonde hair, leaning outside a window in the upper floor of the last house he had just passed.
"Me?" Arthur said confused, pointing at himself. He saw the man nod and motion for him to go over there with his finger. The Brit didn't know what to do. The stranger looked friendly, but he was still a stranger, and his daddy had always told him that he mustn't talk to strangers in Britain, and rectified it in India. Nevertheless, he started walking towards the man's house.
"Aren't you going to come in?" the man asked once Arthur was standing right under his window with a questioning frown on his face. He seemed to be amused "The door is open"
Arthur was like hypnotized by the man's voice and laugh, and that was what moved him to open the door and enter the large household. It was decorated much like his own house, but it was somewhat... different. There was a large picture of the Eiffel Tower at the top of the stairs, from where the man appeared, moving a glass of red wine around "Um... hello?" Arthur said, uncertain.
The man chuckled, a masculine sound that went straight to Arthur's groin like an electric shock for some reason unknown to him. As the man got closer to him, walking down the stairs with an elegant pose and sipping on his wine, Arthur could admire how handsome he was. His perfect, slightly stubbly face with striking yet somewhat familiar blue eyes was framed by shoulder-length golden hair. The white shirt he was wearing was opened to reveal a broad, chiselled chest covered by blonde hair. Arthur gulped. What would this man want from him?
Arthur backed up against the door and the man put both of his hands on each sides of his body, trapping him. They were so close that their noses were touching. They were the same height "Salut, petit lapin"he said in a deep, masculine voice that made Arthur tremble in delight.
The man's hand wandered down his soft cheek "So smooth, unlike mine. Touch" he whispered the last part seductively in his ear and Arthur almost squeaked. His trembling hand came up and felt the scruffy beard underneath his delicate pale fingertips. He loved it. He didn't know what it was about that stubble, but he loved the feeling of it. Something took over him and he kissed this unknown Frenchman.
It was his first kiss and he had it with a stranger!
The Frenchman was giving him open-mouthed kisses enjoying the taste of Arthur's sweet soft virgin lips, whilst the Englishman was just standing there, receiving the gentleman's attention "You have to kiss back, mon cher" he said huskily into his hear.
Arthur clumsily opened his mouth and tried to kiss the other man, but it was very difficult! Suddenly, he felt his tongue entering his mouth, and the man moaned in delight while he explored the youth's moist cavern. Arthur was petrified as the man's hand wandered down and cupped his plump backside. He groaned in his ear as Arthur panted "You are so hot"
The Frenchman kneeled down in front of him, looking up at the confused Brit. What was he doing? He slid down his sarong and his underwear, much to the blonde's surprise. He covered himself with a blush that reached his upper chest "What the bloody hell are you doing?!" the man simply chuckled and Arthur couldn't deny that he had got a little hard by their kissing and he couldn't hide that in his current state.
"Nothing bad is going to happen" he gently took Arthur's hands off his groin "When you are in my hands" he kissed the tip of his erect member, causing him to moan and tremble like he never had. Yes, in the past he had had those indecent urges, but he had never touched himself, he knew his father wouldn't approve it. The Frenchman looked up at him and smiled "You have never done this, have you?" he asked, pumping Arthur's member as he spoke. The young Brit was covering his blushing face with his hands. He shook his head and the man smiled even wider "Quelle tendresse" he said before engulfing the whole appendage in his mouth.
"Ah!" the boy almost screamed at the immense pleasure he felt as the Frenchman bobbed his head up and down. His hands began to wander downwards on his smooth and slender body as the man played with his balls "Oh God!" he gasped as the man ran his tongue along the underside of his member. He finally ended up grabbing his head and tangling his fingers on the man's luscious hair as a strange sensation came over him and some sort of explosion happened down where he was sucking, causing a lot of whitish liquid to come out of his member.
The man swallowed it all down and wiped the few droplets that had landed on his stubble before looking up with a smile, the softening member still on his hand "Was that your first time cumming?" Arthur then felt very lightheaded and fell on his knees in front of the man, who held him before hitting the floor "Are you okay?" he asked, quite amused.
"Mm... very... very dizzy" he mumbled out as he drifted off to sleep on the man and completely naked at the entrance of the house. He smiled tenderly at the boy in his arms and brushed his hair behind his ear.
"My name is Francis" he whispered with a smile on his face. Arthur smiled too, and in his sleep mumbled his name, amusing Francis even more.
When he opened the door to his house, everybody was surprised to see him wearing the sarong, the shirt under his arm, and a big pink China rose on his hair. Howard's mouth went dry upon seeing so much skin. He had been deprived, but not so much as to have to lust over his son! "You look... um... nice, little cherry" he was not little anymore, he could notice.
Gupta smiled and winked at Arthur, without his father seeing. Arthur winked back and Peter began jumping up and down telling him how awesome he looked and how he would like to be dressed like that and so on.
At dinnertime, Arthur was still in a daze from the day's events – and perhaps a little heatstroke – so he sat in the table with a smile on his face. Peter was playing with his food and Howard asked both his sons "Has anything interesting happened to you today, boys?"
"Yes" Arthur said dreamily "Francis"
Well, sorry if this chapter is kind of short, but I couldn't think of anything else to write on this. I hope you enjoyed it and will enjoy the rest of the story.
Bye!
P.S.: I changed Arthur's age from eighteen to sixteen because it would leave me a wider range to write on, I'm sorry if that confuses you, it wasn't my intention. Those of you, who read this for the first time, don't pay any mind to this note. Thanks for reading!