Chennai Masala!!

It’d been almost a year and a half since I had it with some guy. I don’t know how I managed to stay out of the whole scene, when I could have been promiscuous to the core, on the chords of a whore, in a place like Bangalore! Might be that ‘some guy’ was in my mind. But that’s not preposterous, I mean, think of it, you are having someone in your mind and that keeps you engrossed so much that you find it a betrayal to sleep with anybody else! I vaguely remember the day when I was intimate with my classmate the last time before separating. It was 17th May, 2005. Our college was over. Everybody was heading back home in order to wait for a reporting date to their respective companies that they were placed with on campus.

“That’s it Rahul, if destiny has it we’ll be cozy again.”

“I will definitely miss you Mohan.” He’d frowned. Did he shed a tear while saying that? I never knew, but I felt his voice was heavy.

We were partners for damn two years, and that moment was a painful one, with him moving away from me. The only guy in my life that far, wouldn’t be with me and that might have been a nightmare for me succinctly. But days passed and slowly the passion for him turned into a mild desperation at times. Even to that, my perspective of viewing things remained the same as college days and I wouldn’t meet a guy! He was a very good friend, though we never discussed gay issues, he was supportive.

It was a business visit to Chennai. Everything was arranged by my company, and the guest house allotted was in one of those posh areas of the city. Teynampet to be precise. I had a fifteen-day stay there. Very less acquaintances, and hence I thought the stay would be a boring one. I met one of my colleagues, Siddharth, at the guest house. It was a pleasant surprise as there would be someone to talk to rather than struggling in troubled water with mere strangers. But, sadly he was to leave the day after. Among the house keeping guys were two people, Kancha, a short-heighted Nepali guy, and Niranjan, an Oriya multitasking man i.e. he cooked, washed clothes and at times even took care of housekeeping. They were good, not by looks, but by gestures, they were very friendly and helped whenever required. Niranjan’s culinary skills were good, very good indeed I should say, in line with the taste that suited North Indian guys like us.

I had to share the room with another guy, who was basically from Bangalore, but was transferred to Chennai for six months. He was friendly, but had nothing in him to turn me on! I had the uncanny knack of comparing everybody I met with my college partner Rahul, and so in most cases disappointments loomed on a high. Siddharth was handsome, but again not my types! It was in one of those strolls after the dinner where he was discussing about the house keeping guys.

“Beware of Kancha, along with everything he says his hand makes it a point to fall intentionally on the dick of the person he’s talking to, looking for a niche!”

“What?” I was startled! “Is he a gay?”

“Who the hell knows, I had to cover my point whenever I used to talk with him,” Siddharth said.

That initiated some naughty thoughts in my mind. I thought of getting cute with Kancha just to find out if he was a gay. I’d meet him at night when he’d come to take away my clothes to the laundry.

My roomie, surely, had a way with words, he was kind of talkative, and too often would indulge in describing the client he was working for and the work environment. Though he’d try to make facts look interesting, my yawns always put him down! It was X Mas and my roomie told me that he’d visit his native and come back after January 1st. It was good news as well a bad one. Good because it probably gave me enough chances of trying Kancha, bad like hell as staying alone during X Mas & New year away from friends and family sucked big time.

25th December, 2006

Comfort spoils you, and especially when you have no one around. You tend to do almost nothing. The lazy demon within you surfaces and doesn’t let you leave bed for good! And mind it, if you are a procrastinator, then take it from me, you’d never have your work done. Well, does the crap am blabbering out here making any sense to you? Don’t know really, do you? Confused thoughts of ‘what to do on an X Mas eve’ leads to ‘party and die out drinking’ kind of solutions. But I don’t drink! Even if I’d have, it’d be really weird to drink all alone! I got up at around 1:00 pm, hurriedly brushed and went to the dinning place. Missing lunch was something I could ill afford at that point, as virtual mice were taking long strides inside my tummy.

After lunch Kancha came for his regular housekeeping tasks. As friendly as he was, he once again started talking. After doing his work, he came and sat near me and told about himself, his native and also asked about mine. While talking he touched my dick over my pajamas a couple of times. I didn’t disallow as I wanted to see what he’d do next. All those touches raised a revered tent inside my pajamas and he noticed that. He was too keen to hold it completely and feel it in its entirety. I ensconced, and while doing that he also came closer. Before that he bolted the door in order to avert any precarious situation caused due to sudden appearance of curious onlookers.

As Kancha neared me, I took a closer look at his structure for the first time and tried analyzing the minutiae of his overall figure. He was very thin, cheek bone protruding, mongoloid eyes, brushy eyebrows. He had a very small face. He was wearing a white kurta-pajama. His hair was unkempt and sort of reddish. He might have used mehendi. Though he had a small dark moustache, he looked like a boy who had just seized to be a teenager. An assumption of his age would have been twenty ideally.

“Kancha, you like this?” I pointed at my dick. He naively nodded. I didn’t stop myself because of my inner instincts that warned me against involving with a petty house keeping guy. But, Kancha was hungry for a dick, I could feel that. I didn’t want to think about the number of guys he was involved with so far. Given his simplicity I wouldn’t have expected everyone to have responded the way I had. Siddharth was an example. So, that ruled out Kancha’s sleeping around syndrome!

“Sir, please don’t tell this to anyone,” he pleaded. I assured him that I wouldn’t.

He came near me and knelt on the floor and started probing the thing that interested him so much. He slowly opened my pajama, and held my dick from above my inner wear. It was already full length, protruding out, with precum oozing and sponsoring a wet spot in situ. He kissed the spot, and licked it for some time, making it grow larger in radius. And then he inserted his nose into my balls, I thought the scent in my innerwear turned him on!

“Open it! It’s all yours.”

“Sir, yours is too good.”

He opened me, the steady six and a half incher slam banged onto his face. He started licking it, teasing me all through. I was growing horny. I wanted him to provide a good blowing service. But, I wouldn’t force him. I waited for him to take his own sweet time to start. My dick was up and running waiting to be serviced, anticipating a hot mouth and lot of saliva. I didn’t look at him. I started watching the TV. It was not like there was anything interesting on TV. The channels sucked big time. I was desperately searching for Hindi channels, all I could find were Tamil, Telugu and Kannada ones making no or very little sense to me! It was a futile attempt against hopeless odds!

He understood me and started executing what I was craving for at that moment. He had a small mouth, and I didn’t expect him to take me full. He just could manage the head. He gulped it hungrily covering it completely with his saliva. I kept a hand on his head in order to glide it in fuller to no or very little effect. He licked for a while and then he wanted me to be completely nude in the lower half. He massaged my thighs, my feet and my balls with his hand. I didn’t converse. Else, it was like I didn’t have much to say. I saw him licking my toe and fingers. So, that guy had a feet fetish, very well like me. He started licking me all way from toe to the balls. Oh! My god! He was a damn good service provider. I started moaning when he licked my balls and played with them with his tongue. He knew he had lot to explore in me, a treasure, placed in a wooden box, lid open in front of him, at his disposition!

And then, he was like prime time bullshit. You know why? Suddenly he remembered he had to go upstairs for some work. I mean, why in the world at the climax?

“Sir, please I have to go now, I promise I will come tonight.” I didn’t plead. I couldn’t do that, as I hadn’t even forced him into this.

I dressed up and thought of going to Marina beach. Teynampet is far away from the beach; still I had weird thoughts of walking to that. Whenever at a new place, I’d like to find out new roads by exploring the surroundings. I’d try remembering some landmarks just in case I needed to backtrack if I lost my way. I decided the same for finding out the route to the beach. I started from Eldams Road and reached a juncture where I took a left turn on to TTK Road. That road leads to another one named Mowbrays Road after walking a distance. The road was something which I’d expect in a posh area of a metro like Chennai, pretty polished with vehicles trying to follow traffic rules as required. When you take a right turn on that road and walk straight ahead passing the City Center, the dead end is the beach and the road to the beach is Radha Krishnan Salai. I decided to take a look at the mall on return. For that moment I wanted to visit Vivekanandar Illam, the former Ice House built by Mr. Frederic Tudor in 1842 to store huge chunks of ice. It had an interesting history involving Swamiji, who had come there twice, the later visit in 1897, gaining more significance after his phenomenal speech at the World's Parliament of Religions, Chicago in 1893. The ambience of the place exudes peace and tranquillity. You could sit there for hours together and you heart and soul would fill up with an unknown yet charming sensation, something divine and impalpable. I spent some quality time browsing through the various photographs of Swamiji, Shree Shree Ramakrishna & Maa Sharada Devi, kept for public display. I’d have stayed there for long as virtually time came to a standstill, but then I remembered that was a Christmas eve, and I got to be partying, but all alone in Chennai. I came out and went for a stroll on the beach. The fisher-boats, sea liners at the distance were fading as dusk set its curtains, moving towards pitch darkness, glorifying once again the requirement of a natural satellite called ‘Moon’. The Anna and MGR Samadhis nearby, which are the memorials of the most popular former Chief Ministers of the State, had a huge crowd following then. They present a spectacular sight at night, and more so when you get to see sexy guys around!

I returned to the guest house. No more walking that time, just hired an auto to ease up stress. After walking almost six – seven kilometres I felt too tired and worn out. Kancha pre-occupied my mind and I just started getting hot and horny thinking about the afternoon. There was a knock.

Kancha did a ditto as he’d done in the afternoon; he teased me again and moved out in about ten minutes. I liked the fact that at least he’d kept his promise. Another prospect pleased me; I thought I’d get services for the next ten days I’d be there.

My roomie was kind of weird. He used to return from office by eleven pm. That provided enough time for Kancha to provide blowjob services. That was a regular feature, whenever he’d come to my room, almost twice everyday, he’d suck me for five minutes or so, never allowing me to unload. The next Saturday I decided on trying out something new, and also making sure that I’d not let him go unless he’d finish me completely. It was around twelve pm, and Kancha had come to clean the room, as a part of his customary visit. He finished his work in some time and then came to me. I took charge that time. He’d never sit on my bed, so there was no use asking him.

“Sit down there on the floor at the side of my bed.” He followed suit. I sat on the bed sideways and kept my legs hanging.

“Come near me; put your head in between my thighs.” Kancha was very obedient. He liked it. Then I placed my dick in his mouth and started fucking slowly and carefully. He couldn’t take it fuller; he had vomiting freaks every time I tried inserting more.

“Sir, you leave it to me, I’ll take care,” Kancha smiled. He starting biting the head slowly, I once again moaned with pleasure. He started blowing fast so that I get to the climax sooner.

“Sir, I won’t drink it, please.” As usual, I wouldn’t force it to him. We moved to the bathroom, he used his spit to cover my dick completely. And then he didn’t let me touch, he used his mouth and then his hand to help me shoot out loads. He took my cum in his hand and used it as a face cream on him.

“Sir, I like the smell.”

“No doubt you like it!” I winked.

Once we came back, Kancha started talking his regular stuff.

“Sir, take me to your home in Bangalore. I’d cook food for you, do your dishes, wash clothes, keep your room clean and also suck you everyday. I’d be a very obedient servant.”

A very good, but infeasible, proposition. I wished I had a servant like Kancha. I left Chennai on 4th January, 2007, and I paid him a good tip as he’d definitely added some spice to the mundane stay there, after all who gives blow jobs for free that too for eleven days.

Yuck!!

We were back from the Engineering seat selection counselling. I was accompanied by my uncle, and we were, kind of, contented with my choice. After all it was tough to grab a Computer Science seat in an REC! I was upset that I’d have to leave my home state and head to an unknown destination, which would obviously mean freedom to me, at the same time, staying away from parents wouldn’t be that easy.

At the guest house lounge I found one of my acquaintances, Rohit. He was digging at a newspaper.

I had seen him quite often at tuition classes. His timings coincided with us sometimes. I had a faint crush on him, as he had the license to kill by his looks; but more than that he had those traits which would turn me on. I considered myself lucky to have joined the gym, after class XII board exams, with him, though it happened by chance. At that point of time I’d not think of emotions and friendship at all, the only concern being looks, and possible ways of getting cosy with the person who met my expectations! And Rohit was one of them. After a work-out at the gym we’d settle for a chit chat, and he’d normally sit on a chair and I’d squat at his feet pulling and placing them on my lap. He wouldn’t mind that as far as I’d massage his legs and toe fingers to some extent. That meant comfort for him. He’d look very steamy with drops of sweat trickling down his temple and chest. I’d keep staring at his body, painfully burying within me a deep carnal desire of physical intimacy with him. We’d usually talk about studies and girls, the later being the topic of interest. I never actually managed anything of subtle interest, probably because I was sceptical about a favourable response from him. Sometimes I’d help him with his shirt, and while doing so I’d try to get a sniff of his body smell. While inside the bathroom, I’d fantasize about him being completely unclad, the possible configuration of his manhood and how it’d promulgate itself while at its optimum length.

I had weird thoughts of handling a fully grown penis like the gear of a four wheeler; I just wondered how it’d feel to enact the gear operations, 1st- 4th and then the back gear.

Another thing I liked more often was exhibitionism. Couple of times I just wore a translucent towel and stood in front of my window sill, while the little kids played comfortably in the playground beside my room. They smirked at me and I enjoyed that and masturbated until I shot loads and then felt really ashamed of it. It happened once that I invited a hawker, who was selling peanuts. He was of my age. When he arrived at my door, I was intentionally wearing a very short piece of cloth, with my organ and the core 2 duo peeping outside every time I’d make a move to gather stuff. The guy noticed that, he followed me every time, and finally spoke off.

“Dada, what’s your age?”

“Sixteen. Why?”

“Are you married?”

I was perturbed “Why do you ask that? Does anyone get married at this age? That’s ridiculous!”

“The thing you are showing me actually is not meant for me. When you get married please show that to your wife!” He retorted back. He kept on uttering words of wisdom at a stretch. I got completely pissed off. I was feeling like implanting a full fledged kick on his frail arse. Then I managed to get rid of him and felt bad for him! “You missed an important customer baby,” I thought as I’d seen his emaciated sales record over the period of time he’d visit our area.

Sometimes, I’d cycle to isolated places, mostly small forests within our township, or areas which were uninhibited completely, baring the guys that used to chip in for some firewood. I’d stand completely bare, having done away with all the social obligations, inhaling the fresh air and feeling like Adam. I’d consciously wait for somebody to appear out of the woods and then I’d love to see the uncomfortable expression on his face, seeing an unbound fully grown boy in front of him unprecedented. That hardly happened in spite of my significant anticipations.

“Hi! What brings you here?” Rohit asked.

“Hey! Rohit, nice to see you, we came for the JEE counselling.”

“JEE huh!? Is that done?”

“Yeah, won a good bet if not the best.”

We exchanged a few more pleasantries before we discovered that we were in adjacent rooms in the guest house.

We met at lunch, and decided to hang around for some time. I went to his room; he had come with one of his cousin brothers, who was out for some work then.

He reclined on the bed with his back against the wall and I made his feet my pillow. We started a discussion on our future prospects and the outstanding results of our batch, something we all were proud of as we had broken so many records in terms of highest marks in the board exams and also achievement of targeted good ranks at the state JEE as well as IIT-JEE 2001. While we were at it, I had positioned myself in such a way that I could inhale the scent of one of his foot at ease. Few moments of those mundane talks always make the situation conducive enough for an afternoon nap. How could I miss out sleeping with the person I’d thought of so often? I knew he was straight, still wanted to discover the gayish trait of him. That was an opportunity, and certainly I’d not let that go.

“Ever watched a blue film?” I asked awkwardly.

“Couple of times,” he replied and then passed back “You seem to be a goody goody boy; wonder what made you ask that?”

The term ‘internet’ was still an illusion to us. How could one use the computer to communicate with others?! Leaving apart seeing porn on the net, we were not at all accustomed with the basic usage. The only reason we’d require a pc was to play games, and that too ‘Prince of Persia’ or ‘Packman’. So we had to program ourselves a bit away from the normal schedule of class XII in order to access porn. Sometimes we’d plan up a plausible plot for our mom. A classmate who used to live alone would arrange for a VCR along with some porn video cassettes. We didn’t use a computer for that! A call at 4:00 pm from one of my friends inviting for a ‘Birthday party’ and then convincing mom about it! Oh! My gosh! How sneaky mom used to get those days with every move of mine, so much that I’d have had to take permission to go even to a birthday party! And then the interesting part of the make-up story, we used to decide on the menu of the party and also the gift we had given to our friend; just in case she’d ask (You never know!). Once we were free we’d peacefully spend the time seeing some ‘straight’ porn. I told Rohit about those special occasions, and we chuckled at that.

“Mohan, what parts of those films do you find interesting?”

“Mostly sucking; I like it when she deep throats and gags; but yuck! when she drinks the sperm. You?”

“I enjoy the fuck!” He winked. We had a discussion on the various postures at which the actors executed coitus and unanimously concluded that the ‘doggy’ style was the best among the lot. I yawned at which he said that he was also feeling sleepy.

“Why don’t you come to my room?” I offered.

“Your uncle will be there,” he conceded.

“So what? You can sleep with me.” To that he yielded nonchalantly.

As we entered my room, we found my uncle in deep slumber. I, kind of, felt at ease with that.

We occupied the bed cautiously so that we didn’t disturb my uncle in the process. I put my head on his chest and hugged him tightly. Neither did he mind that, nor did he expect me to get naughty with him. I put my nose in his armpit above his t-shirt and got a faint smell of a popular soap. I waited in that position so that he’d fall asleep and then I could explore his sexy feet with my tongue. Those moments felt like years, and I found it very difficult to control myself, especially when I hadn’t got such instances of intimate contacts with boys quite often. Although I visited the swimming pool occasionally, still I never took chances with anyone, as I was very shy to do so. Even, that was my first time; I was so close to Rohit that I could even feel his breathe. The warmth of his expiration was melting me from within unleashing a mild degree of eroticism within me. I put my hand inside his t-shirt & moved it all over his chest and tummy. Since the AC was on, he hadn’t sweated, so the situation couldn’t get steamy at all. I reached his armpit and felt the small grown bush out there; I wanted to wear his scent on my fingers.

Slowly and carefully I turned head to foot and kissed his leg. I made a debut in tasting his foot. I licked his toe fingers and then explored the nails and the adjoining area with my tongue. I sucked his toe thumb for a long time, when I was satisfied I moved to the other foot. I also made my tongue cruise along the entire foot so that it was completely covered with my saliva. I got rock hard because of all those activities. I changed stance once again, I had his dick in my mind. I placed my head near his groin and my hand on his dick, over his shorts. It was soft and then the onus laid on me to help it realize its elongation potential. I started pumping and messaging it and could feel the blood fill in full throttle to blow it like a balloon. I slid my hand inside his shorts and caught hold of his organ over and above his frenchie. It was rock hard, ready to break all shackles and come out like a dangling pointer. I felt the familiar wetness at the tip of his dick. I’d not have stopped anymore out of a sense of danger or insecurity as to what’d happen if either of Rohit or uncle woke up; I had grown desperate to see his tool. As if I was confident that nothing untoward or unassuming would happen from then onwards, I went inside his frenchie and pulled out his dick in its entirety outside his shorts.

It was long and thick with a pink mushroom head, might have been around seven inches. I relished watching it for sometime, and then at the back of my mind those sucking scenes started rolling on inviting me to have a real time operation. There was a striking contrast of the pink spearhead against the green background of his shorts. I firmly believed that he was completely asleep, and most probably was dreaming about something hot! But another part of me said that even he might be feigning big time. The head, unveiling itself from the foreskin, was glistening with precum, something which would always make me say ‘yuck’! But then, it was a moment of action; I decided against repenting later.

“There’s always a first time,” I said to myself.

“Never do that again if you don’t like it,” the other half of me warned.

With that, I kissed the top of his dick, tasting his precum while doing that; the salty taste didn’t seem like ‘yuck’.

“Not bad, go ahead,” I reassured myself.

I took the head in my mouth and started sucking full force, and then I tried swallowing the entire piece of his meat, which was burning with a desire to shoot a mammoth payload. It was quite a mouthful. I rolled my tongue over the contours of the pink bulb. A wholesome first experience I’d say! I licked his testicles and that way I discovered why those girls in the porn movies liked doing that so eagerly. A faint musky smell came out from his pubic hair. I dug my nose into the bush to inhale that comprehensively. I could feel the throbbing in the veins of his dick. Suddenly Rohit turned my way resting himself on his side, making it conducive to sandwich my head in between his thighs. I did that, and while I was blowing him for a minute or two, trying to gag myself with his longhorn, like the way the girls did, he suddenly woke up, with his eyes half shut; he tried to comprehend what was happening with him. I remained an azoic statue as he pulled out his dick from me, put it inside his frenchie and turn the other way signifying an end to my chances.

I was already embarrassed, so I let my desires out by moving to the bathroom and unloading myself without trying Rohit anymore. I started feeling the ‘yuck’ and somehow controlled vomiting. I washed my mouth with liquid soap, something which I could never have thought of doing even in the craziest of my nightmares, and then with the toothpaste. A sense of panic crept within me; I started rebuking myself for being a suck slut.

“Doesn’t matter if this is the first time, why even try it in the first place?” I was really angry with myself.

I promised never to try that ‘yuck’ anymore. I just hoped that he’d not leak out to my classmates if he’d have deciphered what I was doing to him. I kept my fingers crossed on that. We met twice after that the same day, but he never asked or discussed anything in those lines with me giving me enough reasons to smile and heave a sigh of relief!

On board Azad Hind Express

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