ENROUTE
(English version of my Hindi story - SAFAR)
That Sunday evening, I was to go for a movie with my friend Ankit.
Most of my Sunday evenings were spent with Ankit. We would first catch
a movie, have dinner and then I would invite him to my empty office.
Everytime he would first fret and fidget, but then would come upon my
insistence. He would know my intentions. We would watch a porn movie;
his cock would go hard and then I would suck on it. As far as I knew,
Ankit was a straight guy. But he would enjoy having me suck his cock.
I too would dream that one day he would also suck me, but he had never
even touched my cock. It was only I who would suck and then jerk off
as he would see me. I was happy in that much.
The movie was for six in the evening. I was waiting for him near Fame
Adlabs at Lokhandwala. It was now fifteen minutes to the movie. When I
had called him five minutes earlier, he had told me that he would
reach on time. But now I was anxious. I called him again. "Hey Vicky
buddy, there's a problem here. My father has given me an urgent
errand. I cannot come now." I did not say anything. I only
disconnected the phone.
I wanted to go in some corner and weep. This was not the first time
that Ankit had ditched me. These were the things due to which my love
for him was diminishing. Today I got the foreboding that this was his
last call to me. Standing there at the ticket counter of Fame Adlabs,
I decided that I would never ever call Ankit again. Two urchins were
ogling at the film posters there. Their clothes were tattered and
they were begging from the rickshaw drivers. I gave them my tickets
and walked away from there.
Now I was just walking. Walking and thinking. I decided that I would
not become mushy. I walked up to McDonald's and ordered for a Maharaja
Mac. Chomping on that, I felt a bit better. I came outside, bought a
Gold Flake Light and ignited it. After two puffs, I began putting
Ankit at the back of my thoughts. It was nearing eight o'clock.
I was now looking for a rickshaw to return home. There are always
plenty of rickshaws; but I have a habit of hunting for twink-like
rickshaw drivers. It is good timepass to watch them while travelling.
After walking for about two minutes, I saw a rickshaw on the other
side of the road. The driver was standing outside. He was about six
feet in height, fair and with a narrow face. White uniform. He was
smoking a cigarette with one hand and scratching his crotch
obliviously with the other. I decided to take this rickshaw. I crossed
the road and asked, "Borivali?"
"East or west?" he asked, still grabbing his crotch and scratching it.
"West."
"Okay, get in."
I sat inside. He took a last puff of his cigarette and came inside
and sat. His rickshaw was absolutely new. It took off in a second. He
started the music system.
"Put the deck off, pal," I told him. "I have a headache anyway."
"You'll get bored without music on such a long journey."
"Will do. I like peace."
"Okay, boss. As you say." He turned the deck off.
Just then I realized that I had not pissed since afternoon. This
journey was of an hour more. I was not able to bear it now. Finally I
picked up some courage and told him, "Look, buddy, if there is a
urinal here, please stop."
"Wanna piss?"
"Yes, pal."
"Now where will there be a toilet here? Do one thing. Ahead there is
a desolate stretch of road. Do it there only."
"Okay," I said.
Before we touched Andheri, he stopped his rickshaw on the side of a
lonely road. "You can take a leak here," he said.
I got out. I turned there itself and unzipped my jeans. I took my
dick out and started pissing. Just then, the driver also came out and
stood beside me. "I thought I'd piss too. I have to drive now the
whole night."
I could not hold on. He was standing just a foot away. Our piss
streams were almost joining with each other. I attempted to steal a
glimpse at his cock. The moonlight helped me. His cock was at least an
eight incher. And very thick. Uncut. He held his cock in one hand and
pissed. I felt that looking at his face. Just then, he turned his head
down. I understood he was also sizing me up. He finished pissing. He
jerked his dick to shake off the last few drops. Then he put it
inside. I too put my cock inside and sat inside the rickshaw.
"Shall I continue?" he asked.
"One moment, friend," I said. "Let me light my cigarette. Will you
have one?"
"Which is it?"
"Gold Flake Light."
"Okay, give me one."
I gave him one. I realized I did not have any more matches, so I
asked him. He dug in his pockets and produced a matchbox. He first
lighted his cigarette. Then he turned around and tried to light mine.
It was very windy; the match extinguished.
"Drat! This fucking wind," he muttered and lighted another match.
That too got extinguished. Then he got down from the driver's seat and
came sat beside me. We brought our mouths closer and I lighted my
cigarette with his already lighted one.
"Are you in a hurry?" he asked me.
"No, buddy," I said. Little did he know I could even spend a lifetime
with him.
"Then let's finish this cigarette and then go on, okay?"
"Okay."
I thought this was the opportunity. I mustered all my courage and
asked, "You must not be married, is it?"
"No," he said, a bit stunned. "How did you guess?"
"You only had said that you drive all the night."
He laughed. In his laughter, he appeared so handsome that I lost some
heartbeats of mine. "Yes, if I were married, then I would have driven
something else all the night, isn't that so?"
"Yes, buddy. What other than that?"
"And you? You too must be unmarried."
"Why?"
"You seem to be so young."
"Yes, friend. I am also unmarried. And you can be informal with me. I
am about your same age."
"Okay, friend. Do you stay alone?"
"No, I stay with my parents."
Now he began speaking very openly with me. We were smoking and
blowing the smoke in each others' faces.
Then I asked all of a sudden, "Okay, dude, if you are not married,
then what do you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come on, now. Don't be a kid," I said. "You understood my meaning."
"I understood. Don't we have that ... our market?"
"Market?"
"Yes. I spend an hour sometimes there in the night. Each babe there
is a bomb. You want to come there today?"
"No, buddy."
"Why? It will be enjoyable. I'll give you a real bombshell."
"No, friend, I am scared of the diseases."
"That is true. But thinking of Mona's cunt had made me hard." Saying
this, he spread his legs apart. I looked at his crotch. So that I
could see better, he spread his legs further apart. Finally he asked
me, "Did you see it?" Then he put his hand on his bulge. Now I was
worked up. I also put my hand on his crotch. "Yours is a masterpiece,"
I said. "Yours is no less," he said and put his hand on my cock.
"Sometimes when I don't get Mona, I make do with guys like you too."
I smiled. For about five minutes, we fondled each other's johns. Then
he asked, "What will you want? To suck or being sucked?"
I was very happy. For the first time, someone had asked me this
question. "You suck me, pal," I said.
The road was totally empty. It seemed to me that he had made his plan
in halting his vehicle here. He spread my legs in that narrow space of
the rickshaw and he began kissing my cock through my denims. I undid
and belt and unzipped my jeans. I was just about to remove my jeans
when he said, "Don't be a dick! Someone might see. Let the jeans be
on. Just pull your dong out."
I removed my cock. He touched my cock lovingly. He placed sweet
kisses on my cock one after another. Then he took the whole thing in
his mouth. It was the first experience for me. Now I realized why that
motherfucker Ankit enjoyed having me suck him.
"Are you getting a blowjob for the first time?" he asked.
"Yes."
He put his hand under my ass. Through the jeans, he fingered my
asshole. I was on ninth cloud. He was making noises and sucking me. I
was about to let go. "I'm cumming," I said.
"Don't dirty my rickshaw," he said, "Leave it in my mouth."
The first jet came out. Then second, then third. He swallowed it all.
He held my dick in his mouth till it became limp. Then he arose and
sat on the seat next to me. His cock was still erect. "Want me to
suck?" I offered.
He spread his legs wide. "What else then, you fucker? Will you
yourself have all the fun?"
I smiled and sat down. I sucked him in the way I had sucked Ankit
hundreds of times. He was lifting his ass again and again and fucking
my mouth. "You motherfucker, you are a pro in sucking," he said, panting.
"I am an expert. Did you forget Mona?"
"Mona who?" he asked.
We both laughed and he ejaculated in my mouth.
That night his rickshaw stood there the whole night. We were waiting
for hours to pass so that we could fuck each other's asses late in the
night. We got that desire fulfilled too - at three in the night.
Now, none of my Sundays are spent with any Ankit. Because my love now
is my rickshaw driver. Every Sunday is spent in his hut - where we
display our love to each other.
END
