I decided to take a leak for the second time. The washroom close to the hallway looks a bit crowded and busy. An old guy probably a hotel staff told me there is a bigger washroom outside the hallway closer to the parking lot. I decided to go there. I thanked him. His eyes shined. His dashed eyes scanned me head to toe. The old man weaves naughty ideas in his bald head. Not today my dear. I giggled inside.
The weather is getting a bit cold. Somewhere it’s raining for sure. Rain clouds engulfed the blinking stars. A rain is soon to be dancing upon us. The pathway to the washroom was not well-lit. It’s probably for outdoor parties. I reached the men’s restroom. The light was off, so I switched it on. I entered cautiously. It was empty until I felt footsteps following me. Not the old man, I wished. I went inside a separate washroom and closed the door behind me. I took another leak. I need to drink a lot of water today. The cheat day is getting extended. My target is to lose another four kilos so that I can safely fall into the normal BMI. It’s been static for the last three weeks. I need to work hard.
As I opened the door, my tracker was standing in front of me, Kiran. He charged in and closed the door. I was expecting him anytime. What’s with boys and bathrooms today?
“What’s up Jais?” His hands stormed all over my body.
“Kiran!” I was pushed onto the washroom wall.
I went off-balanced. His hands caught my shirt and swiftly pulled it up until my chest bulging. My softies quivered in the low light. His hands swiftly grabbed my chest and his fingers squeezed my tiny tender moobs.
“No Kiran!” he was not stopping.
Kiran said nothing. Through the ventilation window, I could hear the rain falling. His face came close between my tiny melons. His wet hungry tongue licked through the center of my chest from the top and it slowly reached down to my deep navel. I crumbled in his hands. I could not resist the temptation. I was getting tickled down my belly. A soothing sensation spun through my abdomen. His hand slid through my hips and rolled down onto my perky buns. I stared at him without conveying any emotion. His face came close to me. I thought he was going to kiss me. But suddenly he held his hand on my waist and turned me around. I supported myself on the wall. I breathed deeply. The sound of the rain hardened. The earthly smell of the summer rain gushed through the ventilation. The smell always reminds me of someone special. Well, he needs to wait a bit longer. The second tier is in business now.
“You won’t pick up my calls?” Kiran’s grunting voice pierced my ears.
I had no reply. He was on my ‘not now’ list. His hungry hands cop my tiny cups and cuddle them hard. His hands rolled over my waist chain and then lowered down onto my crotch. Holding onto the sides of my pants he pulled it down along with my inner wear. Everything happened so fast, that I failed to catch my sense in time. My shameless cock began rumbling.
“It’s been so long remember? I tried to reach you,” he mumbled.
“What for?” I smirked swiftly.
Kiran turned me towards him. His right hand was on my right bum cheek behind me. The shirt slowly rolled down and his left hand fondled my right boob. He lifted me holding onto my hips and moved me to the wash basin granite slab near to me. I place my hand on the slab as his hands roll all over my body.
“I told you I’m not interested.” I reminded him about my stand which I already conveyed in the past.
“Yeah, but that was one year back,” he reminded.
“It’s still a no Kiran, Don’t play dumb with me.” He was smart and witty but I have learned through my experience.
“Didn’t hear anything from Raghav?”
Well, bringing Raghav’s name means, there is something odd. He pressed his warm body against him and embraced me hard.
“You are crawling over me to know about Raghav?” I was irritated.
I knew from the moment Kiran began gawking at me, that he was up to something. Little that he knows, that I don’t give a shit. His hands squeezed down on my buns.
“Have you seen him recently? He sounded curious.
“Oh, yes!” I paused dramatically.
“Yesterday. We fucked, the whole day we fucked. Yea!” I taunted him so bad his face frawned.
“Hmmm!” his face scowled, voice distraught.
“What about Bala?”
The name struck me like a thunderbolt. I stood motionless. Bala, I no longer hear the name. The last time I heard he left the state as he got in some trouble and police are searching for him. I am no longer associated with Bala. We separated almost one year after my hostel life as a junior. Balakrishna aka Bala had a huge impact on my life. He was, how to put it in context, was my ponce.
“Have you seen him?” he repeated.
Kiran pushed me against the top of the slab. The cold stone sent cold shivers through my naked butt. The rain, it’s getting stiffer. I nodded my head in a definite no. He lifted me and placed me on top of the cold slab. He pulled my pants and undies below my knees. My pride began tingling in the cold air.
“So when will I get my chance?” His face slowly bowed and smelled my private.
I glared into his flaming eyes. They were focused and fierce. I slipped my hips from the slab top. I pulled my pants up to my hips. I could not resist the bulge in his pants. My hand navigated towards his pride. I touched his erection and gently rubbed inside my right palm.
“I thought you never wait for your chance!” I replied blatantly.
Kiran smirked wickedly. His hands busted onto my clothed bust once again. His tall glowing face came closer to my face. As his lips touched mine, my fingers pressed down rolling on his impressive erection. He was not a kisser, never a good lover. One category is people who make love, usually prefer an intimate girlfriend experience. Another category of people who just prefer hardcore sex. Aggressive physical, pure animalistic mating. He fell into the middle people. Those who get what they intended, and give you the impression that they are considering you which may not be true. The unpredictable kind of guy who seldom makes you happy and usually disappoints you if you expect more.
I stood on my knees touching down on the relatively dry cold and clean washroom floor. I unzipped his pants and took his curled-down enormous beast in my palm. The musky smell reminded me of my old days with him. I held my hand onto his hard warm meat. I slowly pulled his cock skin down exposing his shiny dark reddish spike head. There was no time to fool around. His monster requested immediate care. I opened my mouth and took his exposed head in my mouth. Placing my wet tongue on a platter, I slide my lips through his twitching cock. My palate sensitized. I looked up to his face. He bows down staring right back at me. His erection disappeared deep in my mouth tickling my buds. Rolling my fingers deep on his shaft I moved my hand sucking his cock fast and steady.
There were no words spoken. The rain was hard, I had to look at his face all the time to register his response. Your partner’s reaction is your motivation. Well, the cheat days are taking a bizarre turn. Am I going back to my heydays, I’m not sure. The day already played mind games with me. I reconsider a lot of my stern decisions. My convictions got bruised in one way or the other.