So here I was all alone on a Sunday morning, all by myself…alone… my family members had gone out for a picnic… but I said no to them because I wanted to stay at home…duh!
The main reason for me to stay at home was that my family didn’t want to spoil their day by taking me along.. ha ha.. What a life??
So I called my friend and asked him to come over to my place…”Yaar, I am not well, so I won’t be able to make it up to your place?” he replied.
“Unwell, my black ass”, I thought.
I called some of my other friends, but all of them said “No” in one or the other way.
I called one or two friends, whom I got to know from PR (guess?) but somehow, I just found out that no one wanted to meet me or speak to me this Sunday.
“What a bloody day?”, I thought.
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The shrill ringing of the doorbell took my thoughts away from how miserable I was and how everyone wanted to avoid me- My family, friends and other friends!
“Yes”, I shouted loudly at the door.
“It’s me, Ajay. I just need to see how
“Hello Uncle”, I said.
“Hi sweets, I just need a quick look at the TV and then I’ll take off.” He said.
“Take a look as long as you want, Uncle. No one is home except me and the dog.”
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“Ah, enjoying your Sunday, evening alone” he asked.
“Yes”, I said and wished that he should get all the Sundays like this.
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So we had a cup of tea. I loved the way he was helping me in setting the table in the lawn. Telling me about his never ending fights with his wife and bla bla bla…
Then he told me that he had a big fight with his wife a day ago and she had gone to her parents with the kids. So he was kinda tensed and I could see the lines on his cheeks and forehead getting bolder. ( That kind of made him look more sexy)
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I was in a reverie where I was dancing with him, the most handsome man in our block. I was dancing with him with his face gleaming and all red and his shining blue eyes.
I never noticed before this time that he had bluish eyes. I could see the color of his neck which was reddish in color, darker than the body.
Suddenly the phone rang and brought me back into reality.
“We are enjoying so much here in shimla and decided to stay back with your aunty for the night. Sweetu would you be fine all by yourself?” my mom shrieked on the phone.
“I’ll be fine, Ma”
“Enjoy” I said.
“What happened?” he asked me.
“Nothing” I said. “My parents are not coming today night. They don’t care about me anymore” I continued.
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“Hey, that’s great. They know you are a grown man now and you need your space” he said.
“Wanna go out for a beer or smoke?” ha asked.
“I don’t smoke or drink, Uncle” I blurted.
“Don’t be a bloody baby, Grow Up”, he said.
“Ok”, I said.
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He went home to get dressed up and I also thought of taking a shower and putting on my best deodorant… he he
Well just to describe, Uncle aka Ajay look like any other next door guy with a lean yet muscular body, clean shave though but I could easily notice his facial growth.
And he always wore jeans and white shirt and looked so hot in that. He was a half Punjabi and half kashmiri with bluish orangish eyes…
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“Are you ready?” he screamed from near the car.
“Yes uncle” I said.
“Don’t you dare call me uncle when I’m in my best clothes, Ajay or Vicky is fine” he said.
“Ok, Uncle”, I said.
“One more time you call me uncle and I’ll kill you, mind it?” he replied with a squint.
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I hoped in his car and we went set off.
“Where are we going.. uncle….. Vicky…. Sorry…” I wobbled.
“aj tu mere hathon maara jayega ( I’ll kill you today)”, he grinned while saying.
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We stopped in front of a not so busy restaurant cum bar.
It was all dark inside and full of smoke…. He shook hands with two or three guys and we got a separate cabin and a waiter
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“Have a cigarette, show me that you’re a man now and not a breast feeding baby.” He said while handling me a Marlboro.
“But I don’t smoke, Vicky” I replied.
But I took the cigarette when he gave me that embarrassing look.
I took the cigarette (read missile) in my mouth and felt like I was going to explode, but I was a big boy, with a big weaner… he he.. I was not scared of anything.. I could fuck all …
I just took two puffs and I felt like someone was chocking me. i coughed and coughed and coughed, I guess I also pee’d a little. I could hear or see anything.. I thout I was dying…… and he just kept laughing and laughing …..
I was in so much pain and he just laughed in balls out…………………………
“Do you feel like a man now?” he asked me.
“Fuck you” was the best I could answer.
Then I had one glass of bear and one or two more cigarettes.
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He took some sort of brandy or whisky and we had a blast…..
I was on the cloud 9.
We started at around 8 pm and got out at approximated at 1 am. And that too when I noticed that he was trying to put a piece of chicken into his nose….
He was all trenched in alcohol and thought kept telling me that we should eat from the nose because its more safe and healthy.
And how he was not drunk, and how he was my best friend and all that stuff.
“yaar, you know, I m not drunk.. I swear.”
“Bête, let me drive the car, don’t worry iam not drunk”
I somehow managed to get him inside the car and he was gone.
I drove home and parked the car. Then I leaped over him to get him in the position to get out of the car.. I tried to wake him up, but there was no response. As I was tilting him, I felt his lips over my cheeks and his muscular arms and chest… pushing against my body.
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A severe chill went down my spine…
All I wanted was to feel that muscular body against mine.
His lips felt so cold… and yet so warm and scrumptious…
I bent over,,, and kissed him deeply on the lips in the car..
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I took him to the guest room at my place and got him on the bed.
“Uncle, do you wanna stay here or should I take you to your place?” I asked.
No response came, I removed his shoed and rolled his unconscious body over the bed.
I wanted to go and sleep but my hands started revolting.
“no that’s a bad idea” , I thought. But my hands started undoing his clothes.
I saw his bare chest rising up and down, no hair.. Smooth and yet so rugged.
I placed my hand over his chest to feel his skin, his neck and then his lips.
I wanted to stop but I had no control over my hands.. they just stopped after removing all his clothes.
His body was a totally greek sculpture. Muscular, tight and his face gleaming red.
I had my way with his body all night long…….
That was the best and worst experience of my life. Though I enjoyed it to the max.
It was like swimming in the ocean, flying the sky…………….. but amazingly a guilt took over me… the guilt of using someone’s body .. The guilt of doing unnatural.
I put my head on his chest and slept like a baby…..
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“ahhhhhhhhh….. Who removed my clothes?” was the first thing I heard from him last night.
He was sitting all nude in front of me… ashamed and surprised.
And I was in dilemma about how to explain this…………
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I had nothing to say………….”Uncle, you got drunk last night and then you forcibly did bad things to me and got all nude.” I blurted..
i was not thinking about what I said…. That time………….
“What? What did I do?” he asked while wrapping a towel around his waist.
“You kissed me and tried to F**K me, but I somehow managed to save myself from you, how could you do this to me?” I said.
And to my amazement he bought all the crap I was saying.
“But I kinda liked when you kissed me on the cheeks and lips and on the chest and my navel” I added.
“Did I kiss you on the lips?” he asked.
He was feeling sorry and was literally about to cry.
“Uncle but I like you and I liked what you did” I said. “even if we don’t do this I will cherish this forever, one night spent with you” I added.
He went home after having tea. But he looked so embarrassed and I thought that he will not speak tome ….
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I went on to do my usual stuff.. Watching TV.
Suddenly my phone got all lit and an incoming SMS took my eyes off the TV.
I was surprised to see and SMS from Vicky uncle.
It said. “Kalu, I am so sorry for the things I did with you, I think you are hurt and I am extremely sorry for that. But I think I like you and love you and I have been thinking constantly about how kissing you would have felt as I don’t remember anything.
Do you want to try again? If yes then come over to my place right now”
I was so excited and I started jumping with joy, a little tweaking in the story made my day.
I was thanking the person who invented whisky. He he
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