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The Simbari people (also known as the Sambia) are a tribe of mountain-dwelling, hunting and horticultural people who inhabit the fringes of the Eastern Highlands Province of Papua New Guinea near Australia. As the Sambia saw it, boys lacked a crucial substance necessary to develop muscle, stature, bravery, and the other characteristics of a successful warrior. This substance, jurungdu, was concentrated in semen, which the boys would ingest during homosexual acts during several stages of initiati

The word "coco" is a Portuguese word from the 16th century that means "head" or "skull" in reference to the three indentations on the coconut shell that resemble facial features. The Austronesian peoples of Island Southeast Asia were the first to domesticate coconuts, and they expanded its use throughout the Neolithic era by migrating by sea as far east as the Pacific Islands and as far west as Madagascar and the Comoros. They were essential in helping Austronesians on their lengthy sea travels

We Indian boys are not supposed to cry. We have been taught not to show our emotions ever. Society expected us to keep everything under control. Boys don’t cry as simple as that, it belonged to the job of girls in India. And they ensured tears are readily made in their eyes which they used it to their advantage against men whenever needed. Can you believe this, a woman used her tears as a weapon over her husband to send her stepson to the forest so that her own son can ascend the throne. Well, t

Have you ever heard about Fuzzy Mathematics? It is an interesting concept, it is all about things that doesn't really exist. But my professor made it as one of the most boring subject on earth. Okay, coming back to the point, Fuzzy Mathematics. Let’s just say it’s an Unreal algebra. For example you can take a small piece out of a cauliflower and it still looks like another cauliflower but it is not really a complete one. Something like this called Fuzzy mathematics, so confusing, huh?

I could see rain pouring out through the car windows. We were covered by darkness. I couldn’t see the road even the headlight of the car was at its maximum. Might be this could be the end. I might have to hug the death when I was with my favorite boy in the car in the middle of the road. Varun was still looking at me waiting for my reply. I said "little bit, but not really much". We heard the ring tone from Varun's iPhone. Varun's mom called us and inquired about the storm and driving.

When Varun dropped me back home after having dinner I felt a wave of emotions flooding in me. In the past, I was never an emotional person. When I found out my father died in an accident I was a child. I cried along with my mom and Rishi but then I moved on with my life, Rishi helped me big time to take my mind out of the horrible loss of my father. When I found out I am gay and had a stupid crush on my best friend, I didn’t cry. I took it as a challenge to my willpower, I focused myself on stud

Wednesday and Thursday were not that bad at all except that while I was hurrying to catch my college bus, I stepped on cowshit or whatever lying on the road. The smell was unbearable. So I had to hurry back home to change my shoes. When I returned to the bus stop, my college bus left me already. I decided against calling for help from Rishi that time. I ended up taking a city bus which was heavily crowded. I was squashed like an Orange by the passengers. I was dripping in sweat within few minute

Let me introduce to the world of male beauty and its perfection. Have you ever seen the statue of Antonius in Italy? Google it’s pictures at least if you have not seen it in person Antonius was the beloved boyfriend of Roman Emperor Hadrian and he wanted the perfection of the male beauty to be sculptured. Unfortunately I was not born on those days neither I was a sculptor on those golden days. Antonius was probably 18 years old exactly the same age of Varun Anand when Hadrian ordered his sculpto

It was slowly eaten up by clouds. Moon wasn’t worried about it. May be it knew that sooner it will be released by the clouds. It was visible from my bedroom window. Slight breeze coming from it and I noticed the shake of leaves from the tree close to the windows. House was freaky silent. There was no noise except a raspy voice coming from the phone I kept close to my right ear. Varun was talking from the other end of the phone line. "Hey, what are you doing?". I couldn’t believe

Varun was standing at my bedroom door naked, like completely nude. There wasn't a single cloth on his golden skin, revealing everything like the day he was born. He had the perfect abs showing his hard work at gym. His chest was like a Greek Adonis with protruding round nipples. There wasn’t single hair on his body except one place that too nicely trimmed. And yeah armpits, let me talk about that in a separate chapter. As I imagined his cock was enormous proving its power of masculinity with fit

Teenage life is like a ball, you know. It bounces off quite often; finally I had to end up being in a basket. Yep, I was officially blabbering then. My mind was racing in a Formula one game. I tried to keep every fucking thing under control. And that includes the bulge in my pants. Few seconds before it was threatening to rip my pants “thank god” there was hardly anybody walking down in the veranda otherwise I would have been a show boy for free for every eye to see. Few minutes later, Varu

I received a friend request from none other than the golden boy himself on Facebook. There is an old proverb in Tamil that 'you have only gone to worship God but ended up seeing that God himself appeared in front of you'. Now having access to browse his entire profile with no restrictions I went through every detail of Varun Anand. After an hour long detailed discovery of my Greek god I accepted his friend request with trembling hands. God, I so very much love him. I guess Varun accidently

Weekend was getting closer. By Friday, I felt that all the blood in my teenage body was sucked out. I was a tired man who felt like having run a 10,000 meter marathon race and came last. I wasn’t expecting any miracle that day but I found hottie Varun sneaking glances in my direction throughout SAD (System engineering and Design) class. It was fun watching Ms. Saratha taking the class. She was a hyper excited lecturer who thought the whole world revolves around SAD. When she was excited s

Rishi burst into my bedroom. "Shit man, cant you knock the door first" I said with agitation. Thank god, I covered myself with the towel nearby before he could see my jewels clearly. "Caught you, Police here. Now drop your weapons" Rishi said with a wide grin pasted on his face. His hand formed like gun shaping pointing at my crotch. "Its totally unloaded, dude" I played along his game and then continued "Why are you here this time?" I asked him. "My grandma is hospitalized

On Monday I was quite close to miss my College bus. I kind of got excited to meet Varun after the Popcorn incident. I was hoping that my year long silence charade with him will end today and we would talk finally. Rihanna was singing aloud through earphones when the stop where Varun gets in came by. As usual like a morning glory dressed in light green shirt and low waist black pants he walked in. His dark brown eyes, waving hair, golden skin, perfect face and sculpted body everything about him w