Vinods Lungi story

After the cinema show, during which we ate some snacks and drank some soft drinks at the time of the interval, we came out of the theatre and walked to a nearby tea shop. There, only ‘samosas’ (a snack deep-fried in oil with potato stuffed inside wheat-coating) were available along with tea. My uncle asked me what I would like to have for dinner. I said that it was too early for dinner as we had been eating snacks during the show. So, we just had a cup of tea and caught a bus going to the railway junction and reached our lodge by about 8 o’clock.

Once inside our room, we both wanted to take a bath before retiring to bed. Our stomachs were full and we did not feel like taking anything for supper. When my uncle went into the bathroom first, I took the opportunity to change my clothes and get into my ‘lungi’ that had been placed by my uncle on one of the pillows, that morning. I hung my pants and shirt on the coat-rack on the wall. My uncle had also hung his pants and shirt on the same coat rack on another peg, I then pulled out my towel from my baggage and I readied myself to go into the bathroom next.

Soon my uncle came out from the bathroom, wearing just a wet towel around his waist. The towel was somewhat short in length, so it did not go round his waist completely. The front side was opening up as he walked and I got a glimpse of his flaccid, black cock dangling inside. He held in his hand a dhoti and a cut-vest, both wet and twisted. They were the ones he had worn in the train last night. He must have washed them when he bathed. He spread them on the chair to dry in the breeze that a noisy fan was spreading all over the room. He then motioned me to go and take my bath. As I went, I heard him say that the water was warm as it came from the overhead tank, where it had got heated up in the sunlight during the day. Before pouring water on my body, I noticed the washing-soap left behind by my uncle on the soap rack. So I thought it would be good to wash my briefs too, because it had earlier fallen into dirty water, the previous day. So, I removed it and soaked it in water standing naked inside the bathroom. The door here was a full door and so there was no danger of my uncle peeping inside to see my nakedness!

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw my uncle stretched out on one side of the double cot. He was wearing his cotton underwear and nothing else. Both his hands were behind his head on the pillow. I did not fail to notice the black tuft of hair under his arm pits and his broad, hairy chest. His gaze was on the ‘lungi’ I was wearing and the washed briefs in my hand. I looked for some space to spread my briefs to dry under the fan. But my uncle’s wet clothes, including his wet towel, were spread all over the chair. My uncle noticed my predicament and said that I could put my briefs on top of his dhoti, as both would dry by next morning in the warmth of the room. So I spread my brief over his dhoti and dried my hair with the towel. I could feel my uncle’s gaze on me all the time. I was not sure whether to spread my wet towel also on the chair or put it elsewhere. But he suggested that I could put it on the towel-rack inside the bathroom.

It was nearly 9 o’clock then. There was a knock on the door. Wondering who it could be at that time of the night, I went and opened the door. A servant boy was standing there with a tray on which were two cups of milk. My uncle asked me to receive the tray and smiled at the server, who smiled back and left. My uncle had ordered milk for the two of us. We drank the milk and my uncle asked me to leave the tray with the empty cups outside the door, which I faithfully carried out.

“Are you not feeling sleepy?” asked my uncle. I said I was. He then said that I could switch off the light and go to bed. He indicated the space next to him on the cot. I went and switched off the light and in the semidarkness, went and lay on my side of the double cot. I turned my head to face the wall beside the cot, away from my uncle, who was lying on his back in the other half. There was silence for a while and I tried to close my eyes and sleep. I would have slept soon, but I heard my uncle say: “I do not know why, but I am unable to sleep.”

I did not say anything, but kept silent.
He then asked: “Vinod, are you asleep?”
“No” I said. “Why?” I did not turn from my position. I was still facing the wall.
“I just asked” he said. “I find it difficult to sleep.”
“It could be because it is a new place, not your own house in Madras” I explained.
“May be” he said. There was a bit of silence. Then he asked again:
“Vinod, do you dream when you sleep?” What a strange question, I thought. Does not every one dream sometime or the other?
“Sometimes” I said, still facing the wall. My uncle followed it up with another strange question: “When you dream, do you see girls in your dream?”
“Of course not” I said.

My uncle’s next question was still stranger! He asked “Do you see boys in your dream?”
I thought of how I had dreamed about him while lying on his cot the previous day, when I ejaculated! I just said: “May be, sometimes.”
At once he asked: “So, was it some boy that was disturbing you in your dream, when you slept yesterday on my cot? You were moaning, you know?”
I was surprised by what he said. I was about to confess to him that I was really dreaming of him. But I immediately denied and said:
“No. No one was disturbing me in my dream.” In saying this I did not realize that I had confessed to him that I did dream while sleeping the previous afternoon. My uncle now had moved over a bit closer to me. Though I had not turned towards him, yet I could feel his breath very near my neck. He then asked in my ear:

“Then, what made you ejaculate in your ‘lungi’? Was it the picture you saw in the magazine before going to sleep?”
A shiver of shame and fright swept over me. While I was wondering how the hell he knew about my ejaculation, he continued: “When I folded your ‘lungi’ this morning, I felt the starchy patches there. I felt it even in the train when we rearranged your clothes to shove in your shoes. I know how they are produced, because I too ejaculate very often in my underwear.”

I thought that it was a good opportunity to turn the focus on him, rather than it be kept centered on me. So, I asked: “Do girls come in your dream and disturb you then?”
“Not girls” he confessed. “I dream of you often!” That statement from my uncle shocked me and I was silent for a minute.
Then I said: “You saw me in your dreams? That’s strange! How could you? You have not seen me for many years’ now!”
“Yes, but I can think of you as a boy of twelve. You were so cute. I often felt that I should put my hand on your crotch and hold your cock.” As he said this, he performed the act! His hand descended on my crotch over my lungi and he caught my semi-erect cock in his hands. At the same time he kissed me on my cheek and said:

“Hope you are not angry with me? This is just fun among bachelors. Get up and switch on the light. I will show you something that will interest you.”

I saw it as an opportunity to get away from his clutches when he said this. I felt a bit ashamed that my uncle had felt my cock that was hardening. Not that I disliked it. I must admit that I got a pleasurable feeling when he placed his hands