How I got My Spark Back

I was two months into India, but I still felt like a tourist. I still did not know what words meant, the food was still spicy & my freind's dad was still after me. I nicknamed him Punjabi Daddi, my friend thought I was being funny, stupid, silly. I guess he thought he was a surrogate dad or something. So we lived I this huge house, a maid still eyeing me a certain way I cannot describe. Nothing came between us, she knew what I was about. While Punjabi Daddi would get hard once a week, the day & hour was always at random. I would be in the bathroom drying myself up & he would appear with his trousers down, hard as a rock. It was routine I would drop my pants & speedo & just bend down in front of him & feel as his hands grip my lower waist. After a short while he stops being hard & just becomes limp. Still feels good because I could tease him & I can just slap his limp dark cock all over his face & make him cum. The invite to anal would always end in a facial or an assjob, always. I can't say we were getting bored, but you're only as good as your last fuck & add in the fact we were in an area that lacked sex shops so things do get stale after a while. All this was about to change when both my friend & Punjabi Daddi invited me to a Puja, a Hindu ritual taking place at a neighboring town. Me, my friend & the servant huddled up in a family van & rode there. So many people there, so many colors & smells, such a clash of senses. The Pujari, hindu priest was a mature man, no older than Daddi but he definitely works out. So this Pujari did his chants, blessed people & then for some reason my friends dragged me to be blessed by him. Don't know why since I was not Hindu, I never expressed interest in the hindu religion until Punjabi Daddi invited me to a nearby cement hut where the Pujari had all his candles, prayer beads & all these paintings of dieties. I met face to face with this priest & in a matter of seconds he drops his silk robe to reveal his girthy cock. I knew this was going to happen so here was Daddi standing by the front door of the hut, being a lookout while this priest unleashed his inner desires. While this guy was hitting his 50's, he moved like he was 20. He was stocky & had a little chub to him, but he still had his muscle. This guy just shoved me into a bed, unbuckled my belt & pulled down my pants & moved my thong aside. This guy just lifted my waist & turned me on my back & just began furiously fucking my tight asshole. This guy was a b**st, like this was like a rerun of when Punjabi Daddi had his way with me the first time. So wild, verile & untamed, I loved it. Then in a change of pace he picked me off the floor, pushed me up against the cement hut wall & just began fucking me up against the wall. My back was being poked so much by the prickly designs of the wall but I didn't care, my prostate was getting massaged in a way by his small but girthy cock it was sooooo amazing. He constantly whispred a bunch of Indian stuff that I didn't understand, but I knew this guy was just letting off years of repression into my ass. Out came a bunch of thick chunky cum & he let out this long breath of relief. He breathed up close to my nose, smelled of warm cinnamon. Now that's a breath none of us would mind smelling. Do you agree? Punjabi Daddi grabbed my clothes off the ground & handed them to me while the Pujari slept. We did not disturb him, let him sleep in bed in the nude & just existed the cement hut. I had no time to wipe off the cum dripping out of my ass, so here I was walking out of the hut feeling like people can see cum oozing out of the back of my pants. Kinda thrilling if you ask me. Both me and Daddi traveled through the crowds that still lingered in the roads & as a kinky act Daddi constantly touched my ass while everyone went by unnoticed. I still had enough in me so I just grabbed his hand, dragged him back to the van & started to blow him. Well not blow him, instead I had this way of giving him a tantric blowjob by kissing the tip of his head & massing it with my fingers. After his climax I would do my trick where I suck up his cum, spit it into his still hard cock & suck it up again, ending it with showing kissing his grey mustached lips. Our spark was back.