I had read that nudity was taboo in India. I also knew that when certain acts and behaviors which are natural to the human condition are taboo in any given society or culture, there are always people who find the breaking of such taboos to be exciting and downright thrilling. The first resort we stayed at was a health spa, so we spent lots of time naked and nearly naked getting massages and going to the steam room and showers--still, a strong sense of discretion was always present. Many of the masseurs and waiters were young and quite handsome, but above all, friendly and accommodating beyond anything I've ever experienced. Each afternoon late, a waiter would come to our room and bring fresh water, and usually around the same time another waiter would come swinging a large incense burner throughout our bungalow to help with the mosquito problem. I was laying on top of the bed, face down, a book on the floor, listening to music through my iPod, completely naked when there was a knock at the door which I knew would be one of the waiters. He came in the room while I pretended to be totally absorbed in what I was doing. My travel companion answered the door and chatted with him briefly, and while this was going on the incense guy showed up and did his thing. At dinner that night both guys were serving in the dining room and I got nothing but the usual positive friendly attitude, which I thought was cool. Virtually the same thing happened another afternoon but this time it was a guy from the laundry returning our clothes. My friend called my name and told me he thought some shirts were missing and wanted me help him count them before the guy left. I got up, totally naked, while the laundry guy stood by, and counted the shirts and compared them to the list and sure enough about 6 shirts were missing. He got on his cell phone and suddenly his supervisor was on the scene taking the matter in hand. I loved being naked in this situation with three clothed men. There was absolutely no acknowledgement or attitude regarding the fact that I was completely naked. I knew this experience would put me on a roll and it did. During our next hotel stay my partner was kind of sick, so when we were not out sightseeing, which was pretty tiring, we stayed in the room and took advantage of room service. Again, all the room service personnel were young men. We both ordered club sandwiches, then sat on the couch and watched CNN until the food arrived. I was naked except for a white undershirt. As the cute waiter placed the food in front of us on the coffee table, I noticed he took a long glace at my exposed cock but there was no change of expression on his face. I gave him a generous tip, and he asked if we'd like him to pick up the tray in about an hour, and I said yes. Money talks. He showed up at the scheduled time--this time I was propped up in bed reading, again only wearing the white tank top with my cock and balls fully exposed. I made him wait while I got up and searched my wallet for another, much appreciated and needed tip. And so it went at this hotel. Word gets out quickly if you are a generous tipper--much of the country is impoverished and a tip can make a huge difference in some one's life. I also had several more massages after our stay at the first resort in which I refused to wear the suggested loin cloth. Most masseurs were totally okay with this, but one masseur was insistent that I put it on. I told him I would simply cancel the massage, so he acquiesced. Naked massages are the only way to go, no matter where you are. These were not sexual experiences, but one masseur kept me erect nearly the whole time by repeatedly going right for those erogenous zones. Our next stop was at a beach resort and we had the upstairs unit of a four plex with a view of the ocean. It had a large balcony that was perfect for lounging naked and watching the people go by. I had earlier checked it out and concluded that I could be seen only from about the waist up when I was sitting down so walking out there naked and jacking while feeling the tropical breezes on my body was simply delicious. One of the guys that serviced our room was incredibly handsome and always wore a big smile and was eager to know how we were doing. Late one afternoon he walked by as I was sitting out on the balcony, naked, and motioned to me that he was coming to our room. Ok, I thought, now is the time to push the envelope. I was already naked and lubed, so I grabbed a towel and answered the door while holding the towel around my waist with one hand. As usual he wore a big smile and was especially friendly. I could tell he was just paying a friendly visit so I tossed the towel aside and could see that he wasn't shocked at all. I began rubbing my cock to full mast while the three of us stood there talking. I was totally aroused. He lingered. His English wasn't very good but he walked around the suite asking if everything was okay. I just stood there and stroked. He walked into the bathroom and I followed. He was just fiddling around, refolding some towels, checking things that were totally okay, and watching me stroke as I leaned back against the bathroom counter. Finally, he said he had to leave and mouthed to me that he would come back later, around 8:00 p.m. I smiled. Sure enough he showed up on time, and I answered the door naked, with an erection, and stroking, just like I was doing when he was there a few hours earlier. He talked briefly with my partner, then went into the bathroom. I followed and he closed the door behind us and locked it. He stood before me and reached down and caressed my balls. He wrapped his hand around my cock, then bent down and began sucking my dick. He seemed fascinated by the lightness of my skin, and ran his fingers through my pubic hair and the trail of hair that went up to my navel and continued up towards my breastbone. He fingered my balls and bent down and sucked more on my cock. I ran my hands through his thick dark hair and held his face in my hands and kissed him on the forehead, the cheeks, then on his lips. I told him he was incredibly handsome. I unzipped his pants and was greeted by a hard cock. He was not circumcised and the skin of his cock was very dark, almost black. I pulled the foreskin back to reveal a deep reddish colored cock head that was moist with pre-cum. I bent down to put his cock in my mouth and he pulled me back up and indicated he didn't want that. He continued sucking on me and jacking my cock. I grabbed his cock and stroked him while I watched his large cockhead reveal itself behind the beautiful dark skin. Suddenly he came into my hand. It was really sweet. He took my hand in his, grabbed some tissues and wiped away the cum. Then he carefully moved my hand under the water faucet and washed my hand, then dried it, almost ritualistically. I was so enchanted by his movements and his youthful good looks that I wanted those moments to last forever. I still had not come but was fully erect and stroking. Suddenly there was a knock on the bathroom door, and I heard my partner say to us that we should be nice and share. My new friend opened the door and we stepped out of the bathroom. He caressed my partner's cock, then said he had to leave. I fell back on to the bed and relived what had just happened. On our last day, he came to our room with a big chocolate bar as a parting gift, and I took a couple of photos of him and got his mailing address. He said he really wanted to come to American but would need to bring his mother. Of course, I never saw him again, but dream that someday I can return and rent a house by the sea and be naked with him again, and buy him nice things and feel the warmth of his mouth.
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