The White Elephant

Author Unknown

Once upon a time, there lived a herd of eighty thousand elephants at the bottom of the majestic Himalayas. Their leader was a magnificent and rare white elephant who was an extremely kind-hearten soul. He greatly loved his mother who had grown blind and feeble and could not look out for herself.

Each day this white elephant would go deep into the forest in search of food. He would look for the best of wild fruit to send to his mother. But alas, his mother never received any. This was because his messengers would always eat them up themselves. Each night, when he returned home he would be surprised to hear that his mother had been starving all day. He was absolutely disgusted with his herd.

Then one day, he decided to leave them all behind and disappeared in the middle of the night along with his dear mother. He took her to Mount Candorana to live in a cave beside a beautiful lake that was covered by gorgeous pink lotuses.

It so happened that one day, when the white elephant was feeding he heard loud cries. A forester from Benaras had lost his way in the forest and was absolutely terrified. He had come to the area to visit relatives and could not find his way out.

On seeing this big white elephant he was even more terrified and ran as fast as he could. The elephant followed him and told him not to be afraid, as all he wanted to do was to help him. He asked the forester why he was crying so bitterly. The forester replied that he was crying because he had been roaming the forest for the past seven days and could not find his way out.

The elephant told him not to worry as he knew every inch of this forest and could take him to safety. He then lifted him on to his back and carried him to the edge of the forest from where the forester went on his merry way back to Benaras.

On reaching the city, he heard that King Brahmadutta’s personal elephant had just died and the King was looking for a new elephant. His heralds were roaming the city, announcing that any man who had seen or heard of an elephant fit for a King should come forward with the information.

The forester was very excited and immediately went up to the King and told him about the white elephant that he had seen on Mount Candorana. He told him that he had marked the way and would require the help of the elephant trainers in order to catch this fantastic elephant.

The King was quite pleased with the information and immediately dispatched a number of soldiers and elephant trainers along with the forester. After travelling for many days, the group reached the lake besides which the elephants resided. They slowly moved down to the edge of the lake and hid behind the bushes. The white elephant was collecting lotus shoots for his mother’s meal and could sense the presence of humans. When he looked up, he spotted the forester and realized that it was he who had led the King’s men to him. He was very upset at the ingratitude but decided that if he put up a struggle many of the men would be killed. And he was just too kind to hurt anyone. So he decided to go along with them to Benaras and then request the benevolent King to be set free.

That night when the white elephant did not return home, his mother was very worried. She had heard all the commotion outside and had guessed that the King’s men had taken away her son. She was scared that the King would ride him in to battle and her son would definitely be killed. She was also worried that there would be no one to look after her or even feed her, as she could not see. She just lay down and cried bitterly.

Meanwhile her son was led in to the beautiful city of Benaras where he was given a grand reception. The whole city was decorated and his own stable was gaily painted and covered with garlands of fragrant flowers. The trainers laid out a feast for their new state elephant who refused to touch a morsel. He did not respond to any kind of stimuli, be it the fragrant flowers or the beautiful and comfortable stable. He just sat there looking completely despondent.

The worried trainers went straight to report the situation to their King, as they were scared that the elephant would just waste away without any food or water. The King was extremely concerned when he heard what they had to say and went to the stable himself. He offered the elephant food from the royal table and asked him why he grieved in this manner. He thought that the elephant should be proud and honored that he was chosen as the state elephant and would get the opportunity to serve his King.

But the white elephant replied that he would not eat a thing until he met his mother. So the King asked him where his mother was. The elephant replied that she was back home on Mount Candorana and must be worried and hungry as she was blind and had no one to feed her and take care of her. He was afraid that she would die.

The compassionate King was touched by the elephant’s story and asked him to return to his blind, old mother and take care of her as he had been doing all along. He set him free in love and kindness. The happy elephant went running home as fast as he could. And he was relieved to find that his mother was still alive. He filled his trunk with water and poured it over his sick mother who thought that it was raining. Then she cried out as she thought that some evil spirit had come to harm her and wished and prayed that her son was there to save her.

The white elephant gently bent over his blind mother and stroked her lovingly. She immediately recognized his touch and was overjoyed. Her son lifted her up and told her that the kind and compassionate King of Benaras had set him free and he was here to love and look after his mother forever.

His mother was absolutely thrilled and blessed the kind King with peace, prosperity and joy till the end of his days. She was so thankful to him for sending her son back home. The white elephant was able to take good care of his mother till the day she died. And when he died himself, the King erected a statue of him by the side of the lake and held an annual elephant festival there in memory of such a caring and noble soul.

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Haiku ver 5.2

A Boy's Weakness

Sometimes we feel that we have certain weaknesses and we blame the circumstances, ourselves or even God for it.

But we never know that our weaknesses can become our strengths one day.

Each of us is special and important, so never think you have any weakness, never think of pride or pain, just live your life to its fullest and extract the best out of it!

Author Uknown

A 10-year-old boy decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.

The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move. “Sensei,”(Teacher in Japanese) the boy finally said, “Shouldn’t I be learning more moves?” “This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you’ll ever need to know,” the sensei replied.

Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.

This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened. “No,” the sensei insisted, “Let him continue.” Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament.

He was the champion. On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.

“Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?”

“You won for two reasons,” the sensei answered. “First, you’ve almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm.”

The boy’s biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.

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Ash and Migs: The Blue Leash Next Chapter

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The Prince and the Poppers

I was standing in Stuart's bedroom with my jeans around my ankles. His hands gripped my bubble butt as his mouth worked on my helmet. I shrugged off my shirt. Stuart stood up to clasp me to his body, and this time I pushed my naked hardness against him. I reached for his cock as we played tongue catch. 

My questing hand explored his hard rod through his briefs. I gently rubbed him while I stepped out my shoes and kicked away my jeans. Now, I was naked and squirming gently against him as we tongue kissed again. My hand was inside his pants feeling his warm hard rod. Slipping lower I held his smooth balls, then returned to stroke and fondle his cock some more.

He pushed me in the bed and watched Stuart strip off his underwear. He joined me in the bed for a full frontal naked cuddle, our hard cocks rubbing against each other. He bent his head and suckled on my nipple and soon we were fondling each other's cock and balls, slow wanking each other and french kissing.  

We sixty-nined. I got his eager cock in my mouth and after rolling my tongue round the head, sucked him slow and deep. Stuart's hands were on my butt cheeks pulling my cock into his mouth while his fingers explored my crack. I shifted my leg to open the way for his hands and soon his finger ran over my boy hole. Liking what it found it circled the ring. 

My ass cheeks tingled and I clenched moaning happily. My body was calling as I rubbed my face in his pubes and licked his cock and balls.

I could hear him fumbling in a drawer as I sucked him, my head in his lap. He took a long sniff then said "Try this" and offered me the a small brown bottle. As I sat up and accepted the offer, Stuart grabbed the lube and condoms. After a long breath on both of my nasal opening, Stuart kissed me as he lay me down then straddled my face to go down on my hard hot rod and naked balls again. 

The popper's rush began almost instantly and I felt overwhelmed. My libido was shooting up as he rubbed his genitals into my face. Soon, I turned into a horny, slavering demon, eagerly slurping and licking and sucking at Stuart as he fingered my ring once more with a well lubed finger.  

I was lost in a musky passion where my whole world was cock and balls and my longing to be filled. I opened willingly to the probing of his stiff finger as he slipped into my mancunt. I moaned happily as his finger went slipping in and out of my tight hole while I greedily suckled on his cock through the rush.

"I want you to fuck me" I whispered. 

"Of course I'm going to fuck you," he replied. 

In answer, I turned around so I was laying in bed... my legs outside his. He wrapped his hands around both our cocks and rubbed them together. His cock was quite big in comparison to my own.

He offered the bottle again urging me to take another whiff as he grabbed a condom and carefully unrolled it over his prick. I become light headed as he smothered his sheathed cock with lube. I raised my legs pulling Stuart on top of me, then he was kneeling between my thighs, my legs over his shoulders, my ass raised on a couple of pillows, and his cock standing stiffly ready to enter my offered ring. 

He sniffed on his poppers and held the bottle for me again. As I inhaled, I felt a cold shock on my love hole as Stuart applied a generous amount of lube. The poppers rush started just as he was pushing into me. I was riding a storm of sensation and pleasure as he thrust in and out of me. I was clenching on him as he pushed in pulled out. My boy flower relaxed and yielded as he pushed back into me. 

He gasped and steadied into the rhythm of my milking muscle control, then gradually increased the pace until I couldn't keep up. I lay opened up to him and helpless in my ecstasy as he pleasured himself thrusting into me. I was being fucked at last.

I was playing my cock as Stuart fucked me to the verge of cumming. He kept me hanging on, eased off his climax, and found the poppers again. We both inhaled deeply then he was driving even harder into me than before while I was opened up more than ever. Stuart was bringing himself off in me, a look of intense concentration on his face. 

I was keeping pace with him this time, bringing myself to orgasm in sync with him. Then I was so horny, I knew I would soon cum from Stuart's ass fucking alone. Our swollen cocks at last released their load, mine spurting cum over my chest while him thrust hard up my ass, released deep inside me.

He kissed me tenderly on the lips then carefully pulled out and wrapped the filled condom in a tissue. As we embraced our soft and tender cocks rubbed wetly together. I turned on my side and he cuddled me from behind, his soft genitals pressing warmly against my fleshy ass cheeks. His hand cupped my balls and cock and he kissed me in my neck as he gently massaged my balls, stirring my cock back into life. As it stiffened in his hand, Stuart started gently pushing himself against my ass cheeks. 

Soon I could feel his hard rod sliding up and down my well lubricated crack as he slowly wanked me. I lifted my leg and draped it back over him, then reached down under my balls and caught his rod in my hand, putting another condom and steering the head towards my boy cunt. Stuart pushed in an inch or so, then pulled out again, slow wanking me all the time.

I was pushing back against him, wanting him deep in me again.  He drilled his cock deep in my ass again then whispered in my ear. 

"You need a good deep fucking, and that's what you're going to get."  

I stiffened even more and tightened my ring on his cock at his words.

"How do you want me?" I asked submissively.  He pulled out of me and arranged me face down with my legs drawn up under me and my ass high in the air in a dramatic pose of willing surrender.

As he knelt behind me I inhaled a large draft of poppers again and passed the bottle back over my shoulder to him.  When he had finished with it, he passed it to me and I took another deep toke before replacing the bottle on his bedside table. My face burried on the pillows, my ass raised and inviting intrusion I waited for Stuart to take me doggie style. 

Then he was in me, hands gripping my hips, pushing up my boyflower further and harder than before. I was pure bliss and wild ecstasy as Stuart’s cock drove in and out of me. I lost the reality. I reveled in Stuart's selfish use of my body as he pounded into me in a vigorous sprint to orgasm.

As he stiffened, he pulled my hips hard to him, thrusting deep into me, emptying himself the second time. 

He crumpled on top of me, his softening cock still nestling in the relaxed muscles of my warm and swollen hole, his weight pressing my hard cock firm against the mattress.  

I felt warm and complete. He stirred himself and carefully holding the condom on his softened cock, slipped out of me. We cuddled, his soft wet cock rubbing against my hot hardness as our hands explored each other. Soon I was slow wanking my straining rod as he kissed my lips. 

I never felt so open, so given, so surrendered in my longing as I was in this sea of pleasure. Then Stuart's mouth was on my cock and I was captive in incredible pleasure. I felt my orgasm building even as I found more of myself to surrender to the sensations flowing through me. 

Under Stuart's warm and skilled attention my loins felt opened like a flower and soon my spunk was flooding out of me, into his mouth.

He lay on top of me and we kissed, my mouth opening to receive my own cum as our tongues wrestled in the salty fluid, our soft and tender cocks rubbing together. Drifting into sleep, we turned on our sides, and I lay cuddled by him, his soft warm cock nestling in my bubble butt. He dozed off first sleeping soundly before me. As I drifted off I put Stuart’s hand around my cock. 

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Ahas

I rarely get mad.

But when I do, hell freezes over.

Your foul reputation precedes you. However, I still gave you the benefit of the doubt... you deserve far more less.

I guess that was my first mistake.

On the first and the only time we were introduced to each other, I witnessed your dreadful piece of work. Your deficiency in good manners and your apparent lack of class was so laughable, it was only matched by your desperately tactless attempts to fit in.

And even after all that, you barely made a fart noise.

You were history, the rest of us moved on.

And then this happens.

I tried to understand where you are coming from.

God knows I did.

Why target me? Why target us? What's your motivation behind this? I was fairly nice to you and if my memory serves me right (which it almost always do), we never had an argument that escalated significantly despite of you being obnoxious.

In fact, we never had an argument at all.

I kept you in my social media circle for the longest time because your existence was very negligible and your "user-friendliness", affecting me critically, never crossed my mind.

That was my second mistake.

Don't expect for a third mistake. You have less than a week to justify your actions. After that, get ready asshole cause there will be hell to pay.

And by the time I'm done with you, no amount of high-end make-up can save your sorry, social climbing ass!

You messed with the wrong person, dude!

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Unholy thoughts during Holy Week

I first saw him on the bus walking down the aisle towards me in slow motion, picking the seat right in front of me. I observed with perverse delight, the way his hair fell in half-curls, the lone tiny mole garnishing the back of his neck and the way his muscles changed shape as he turned towards the window.

Now, I see again that erotic masterpiece walking towards me on the beach with his athletic swagger.

He stops near me and divests himself of his clothes. As he bends over to drop his watch on the towel, I take in his glutes hugged by the lycra in his trunks. As he walks away towards the water, the alternating squeeze and relax motion mesmerizes me. I try not to blink, intent on catching every nano-second of the action.

His toes curl as the first wave washes over his feet. I feel a tingling within. He wades in further. The waves lap eagerly at his calves, licking their sinewy contours. He wades in deeper. The water swirls around his thighs, taming the curly black hair, that now cling fast to them.

He takes another step. The tingling within me intensifies as I watch the water graze his groin. The absorbent fibres of his trunks hungrily devours the moisture and the wetness spreads upwards transforming the trunk into a filmy sheath heightening the excitement factor of the taunt flesh within.

I hear a splash and see him disappear beneath the water's surface only to re-surface again. My mind goes into action framing his powerful shoulders as they break through the surface. His muscles gleaming in the dusk sunlight.

He plows the waves as his powerful legs propel him through the water. 

And as he becomes a distant blur, I'm left with un-holy thoughts of me and him.

Undressing and licking and teasing and whispering. Two bodies, fitting like Legos together and screaming in a tangle of sex.

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