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THE NAKED SECT OF HIMALAYAS
Have you heard about them? They live in the upper Himalaya mountains, on the banks of sacred Ganges river. I was a member of this sect for ten years. Here is my story if you like it please.
I was twentyfive. One day I was watching a private TV channel in the house. Suddenly my dick was erect. They were showing some naked Sadhoos (holy men, sages ,gurus or what ever you want to call them). They had come to Prayag the confluence of three sacred rivers to take bath at the auspecious hour previous day, (which would fall once in twelve year, ) along with other millions of devotees. The cameramen had zeroed on them .They were about fifty of them stark naked , age group from fifty five to twenty, long hairs, they seemed very aggressive, all of them were well built and muscular. Their dicks were long and hanging and each of the dicks seemed to tell a tale .
My mind was now clear now. I , at the age of twentyfive, had no aim in my life. I could not educate myself properly, and over and above I was discovered by my family having sex with local gaandus,
( a slang for homosexuals.) I was being shunned by all my family members and my emancipation lied in renouncing this world and becoming a holy man.. And these are the people whome I would like to join with.
Prayag was only fify kilometers from my place. After great difficulty I located the place were the naked sadhoos were staying. At first no body would speak to me or allow inside their tent. Then their head priest agreed to speak to me. After knowing my wishes he said, " We are leaving tomorrow night, you can join us. But I warn you it is a very difficult life."
So next day I wrote small note to my father, telling him that I am off to Delhi in search of my fortune. I am sure atleast my father would be happy and say good riddance. I joined the sadhoos at ten sharp at night, and we started towards their abode in north without much fuss. I understood they always travelled in the night. But still it was nearing fullmoon and the night was illuminated with milky moonlight. All round naked hairy bodies moved briskly, I could see most were well built hunks , with good biceps, pects and flat tense abdomens. I was walking last, my eyes were transfixed on all those full buttocks swaying and swinging during the walk . I saw some dicks were long and nearing erection, and I sincerely hoped that sex is not dirty word among this group. I was the only fellow fully dressed among the naked group. After walking for nearly 80 miles for two weeks, mostly in the nights , we reached our destination.
It was a forest area, we crossed Ganges in boat, to reach the Ashram. On one side flowed Ganges very fast, on the other side there were many huts, made of only bamboo and dried leaves. The next day I was presented to the head sage. He was about fiftyfive,
sitting cross legged, with long white hair, full beard, his whole body was thickly coverd with greying
hair and his genitals were burried some where in the bush.
"So you want join our sect, why?" I prostrated in front him and said, " I have no loving family and cannot have one, Guruji, as I am a..." "Are you a gaand? ", the head man eyeing my ample crotch. Gaand is the local word for anal fucker. "We have nothing against gaands or any other form of sex, but each has a time and place here. Our life is that of meditation and yoga, and community service is our karma. Sex is only secondary here, The life is very difficult. You have to forget the material world your family, and as a symbol of it u will have to discard all clothes and the air is the only cloth you will have herein after afterwards , whether in summer or winter. You will find here not a single piece of cloth in the whole commune. At the most you are permitted to use straw mats to lie down and sleep.
"You will not shave the hair , it is the gift from Him to protect you from the elements.. You will follow the time table of the community strictly. you will get up at 5 oclock , take bath in the ganges, and meditate for three hours. Then you will do yoga exercises for another three hours. Then it is the communal activity like cooking, working in the field etc.,
" The food will be served in the noon and at night only. evening again same yoga, meditation routine You are assigned to the fourth guru Kundananda. He will initiate you into the sect, he will be your spiritual master, Go and report to him"
My guru proved to be a handsome 35ish stud. We were ten people in that group all below forty only. As soon as I reported to the guru he took my hand bag and threw all my clothes, books, toiletry, my watch etc into the kitchen fire. Then he asked me undress and threw my last piece of cloth including the under wear to the fire. Now I did not have stitch in my possession, nor could I see any piece of cloth in the hut. I had a thrill! I have joined the naked sect officially, as I had nothing in my person which I could claim as my own.
That night after short prayers and meditations and ample dinner of rotis and dal, every body retired to beds, rather to their straw mats. I had to share the mat with two other naked sadhoos, and because of the chill setting in for the night, I involuntarily pressed against the body of my neighbour, who took me in his arms and in tight embrace , and it helped to beat the intense chill. During the sleep I thought I was dreaming about somebody caressing my body ,massaging my back , butts thighs etc. A hand wandered over my balls, dick, gently squeezing, , I slumberde deep into sleep with such heavenly feelings.
After a while I felt some snake like thing slithering in my ass slit, from the other side , wetting the place with slimy oil like thing, I passed my hand behind and held some round buttock and drew it towards me tightly. I felt the meat in my slit rubbing my hole gently, my slit was wet and sticky with the precum, or was it cum?, within no time and drifted to my heavenly sleep again.
If this is what happens after the so called day's rigour and it should be no problem for me at all for me at all . Any way we all got up at the appointed hour and went to the river for the bath. The weather was cold and the water was ice cold being the ice melted water of the Himalayas. The temperature was almost zero, and we did sun drying, as there were no towels. We ten of our group had to stick together, and we entered the meditation hall together.
There were nearly sixty sadhoos, of all ages in the hall. Yoga is that form of exercise which keeps ones body and mind in good health. First every body started with push ups. I started to feel warm after some fifty push ups. Then we had to assume various postures to stretch and bend the body. Since I was only a beginner, Kundananda told me to watch how it is done. So I stood near the wall, and what a sight to watch!!! So many naked males, arms legs, asses assuming various positions. In a particulr postion, the sadhoos were lying on the back, and all the asses lifted up and the legs were brought towards the neck from the front and entangling it , oh I must describe this scene!! I could see most of the assholes in between the ass cracks, the dicks and balls were hanging infront, surprisingly many dicks were hard and long. Some of the sadhoos' spines were so supple that their genitals reached their faces easily, and they could self suck their dicks easily if they wanted. My own dick was had alredy reached its full size of seven inches and was dancing widely ,oozing precum. One great thing in this naked commune was that one can sport one's dick at any length or sizes, nobody would take it as something amiss, rather it would be taken as something natural. I had seen it was as natural to hug each other , squeeze each other's butts or take ones crotch in hand and give a tug ,as one would shake each others hands.
Next it was another asana or posture by which I was captivated. This was the reverse of the previous postion. Now all the sadhoos bent over backwards with the spine arching backwards and finally holding the ankles with the hands, making the body in the form of a circle. this way every body had to stand till the leader counted till hundred. This was another beautiful scene. All sadhoo's crotches were now projected outwards from the groin and and various lengths of dicks some cut and many uncut pointed towards various directions, depending upon the state of erection, some limp pointing towards the earth, some so hard and long they were like arrows pointing to the sky. And the balls hung low and heavy from many crotches , and only with great restraint I could prevent my self from taking one or two of them in my mouth for the breakfast.
Now everybody sat for meditation. I sat on the floor cross legged and my asshole was touching the cold floor, giving me a tingling sensation, Evweybody started chanting the OM ' manthra, and this went on for another hour. Then there was singing, a longish discourse by the head priest etc. After a sumptous lunch every body retired to their huts for rest.
" I hope you are getting used to the routine." Kundananda said. He came to my mat, where I just had sat and rested his head on my thighs. His face was turned towards my crotch , seeing my erect dick he smiled and took the head in his mouth and gave a deep suck. I only haaed and hooed as I almost cummed. You have lots of other things to learn ." his eyes were smiling. I ran my fingers on his long black silky hair, and he started doozing with his head resting on my crotch.
The afternoon was meant for work in the fields. The community was fetching its grains from the near by villages. But vegetables were grown by the members themselves. So we were out in the sun for work, getting tanned. Some were digging, some wateirng , manuring etc. I watched naked muscles in action, dripped in sweat and layered with dust. I watched from behind . the bodies bent in work ,asses pointing up, balls and dicks hanging between thighs.
I specially spied on two horny fellows, they both belonged to our group and looked very close to each other. One was very tall and slim and was called Shamananda, other one little thick and short and was called Vasananda. The special thing with Sham was his balls, they were of very big size, of a big egg sizes each and they always hung very low , almost reaching the middle of the thighs. The skin of the ball sack was so thin like a wet tisssue paper attached to the balls that one could almost see the big balls themselves in all details with the veins running up from them. While walking the thighs would throw his balls forwards left and right alternately, just imagine them !! And the balls really hung so low that when ever he passed near me I developed a reflex action of reaching out with my cupped hand to hold and support the balls lest they may fall away, and I had to suppress the action with great difficulty. And the urrge to immediately go down on the knee in front him and have those balls in my mouth one by one ,and chew them was still greater difficult to suppress. And now he was horny the dick was up and balls were stretched for wards and it looked as if the skin would tear off if you give just a little tug to the balls.
Vas was a thick set fellow with a short thick dick and both of them looked buddies. They were all the time teasing each other , laughing , some times clinging to each other, pinching the buttocks, jerking each others dicks etc. while doing the work.
After a while both of them took two big pots and went off towards the river to bring water for the plants. They returned after sometime with water, but both of them were drenched fully. Where they playing in water? I observed that Shams balls still hung low in spite of being in water.
They made three or four journeys to the river like this. After the last journey they did not return for a long time. I was getting impatient. What were they up to near the river? The sun was casting long shadows. I, being a new person, had not much work to do, other than feasting all those naked male bodies, different shapes of dicks, balls, asses , ass holes and also trying to keep my own dick down, which much to my embarrassment had been in various stages of erection through out the day.
I slyly set off towards the river in search of my friends. After some search I located them a little upstream in a deserted stretch of bank making love. They just smiled to me and continued their work. Vas was kneeling in front of Sham, and predictably was trying to swallow those balls of Sham. At present one ball was inside his mouth, like a lollipop and he was stretching them, pulling them away, I expected to see that the thin scrotal sac of Sham being torn off any moment now. My own dick reached its full length and started to dance up and down and to pour juice, I didn't want to disturb them and wanted to see what is going to happen. I just sat on the wet sand at a distance and enjoy the free show.
Now Vas was taking the other ball in his mouth and trying to tug it away. After some time the dick was inside his mouth. Vas must be tired now trying eat out Sham's genitals. He stood up and bent his back exposing his lax hole. Shamananda started humping his dick against the hole. After some time the dick disappeared inside the hole and Vas started making grunting noises. Now I could see only the low hung balls of Sham from behind, which were hitting Vas's asses with such a force that I could hear the slapping noises. Those balls! Have you seen a bull's balls? Just like bull's balls, hitting Vas' ass!!
Their grunting was reaching a climax. Sham was humping Vas with more force. Suddenly I saw the balls being pulled up as if to empty its juices and then dropped down again. Sham emitted a big grunt . and pushed his dick deep into Vas' hole and held it there.
The balls were stetched against Vas' ass now, tips pointing towards me. Sham was convulsing as he was having one ejaculation after another. I saw Vas' ass was filled up with the cum and some amount being leaked by the side of Sham's dick.
I was completely entranced in this show of pure lust. I was reaching my own climax jerking my dick. As I sat on the soft sand and wriggled with each jerking, my ass was digging the soft sand and was half burried in the sand. I was getting strange cold tingling in my asshole, perhaps some sand was getting inside my asshole also.
I could not restrain myself any more. I got up , jerking my dick ,I slowly walked towards those lovers who were in the heavenly bliss of their own. Both were lying on the sand, face downwards, Sham on the top of Vas, legs spread widely, and breathing heavily. Sham's dick was still inside Vas' hole. I knelt down by their side. They barely acknowledged my presence. I started massaging Sham's ass mounds slowly. Sham grunted a little perhaps in his approval. My one hand explored the ass crack, assshole , and slowly slipped towards his balls. I had to feel them, touch them, take them into my hands and atleast kiss them. I lifted up those huge nuts from between his legs. I massaged the nuts gently, feeling the firmness and heaviness inside the thin skin of the sac. God has not created more exotic thing in this world than these nuts!! The beautiful oval shape, egg sized each, the veins and glands attached to them !! All clearly visible through the thin skin!
Thank God, Sham was in this nude community! These balls, these pieces of art were not for hiding inside some underwear. They were for universal viewing and admiration. I also thanked God for making Sham gay, so that men like me were granted a chance to enjoy them. I don't think any woman would have given much thought about those balls if Sham had been straight.
I slowly bent my head and rested my nose in Sham's ass crack as if to sniff it. Sham gave another appreciative grunt. I smelled the hole, licked it a bit and then nibbled the ball sac which was now in my cup of my hand. I licked it for a while and then I was lost in a trance, holding the two balls pressed against my two eyes. I was half awake, half lost in some sort of dream.. and I didn't know for how long.
"Pop". there was sound as Sham's dick slipped out of the ass hole. There was a gurgling sound from Vas' hole as he moved a little. All of us got up together. Sperm was leaking from Vas' hole as it drained by the inner side of his thigh. I put the side of my hand in his ass crack and wiped out some sperm in my hand.. It had a heady male fragrance like that of an after shave lotion. what a stickiness! smoothness like that of a engine oil! What could be its taste! I was getting turned on again.
But time was getting late for evening prayers. We were all covered with dust , sand,sweat and sperm. Together ,we headed towards the river water for bath. As we walked back towards the Ashram, there were great expectaions for the romance in the night. There was love and lust in the air and I could see the Sadhoos bonding together with kisses and hugs and long dicks. I put my arm around Sham's waist and held the heavy balls cupped in my cup of my hands as we walked back together. What heaviness! I could feel the balls manufacturing new sperm furiously for replacing the spent ones. With whome I will sleep tonight? will I be deflowered tonight by Swami Kundananda , my guru as is the custom of the commune? Or I have to wait for some more days for some auspicious day? I was deeply lost in thought as we entered the prayer hall, now filled with the naked sadhoos chatting voices. Wait for the second part of the story....
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