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Barney
Summary
In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man.
After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies.
However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other.
Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise.
Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master.
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Chapter Twenty-One
Hi Sir Spotted your track. I am available for fucking anytime Wednesday or Thursday this week. Alan xxx
thursday 1800hrs
Although for once, Ram had given me plenty of notice to prepare for our next encounter, if I drove, the arrival time he had specified, of 6pm, would inevitably mean me getting caught up in the rush hour traffic. On top of which, I knew from my previous visits that I would also have difficulty finding a parking space once I got there. Anxious to avoid displeasing my master by being late, I decided I would instead undertake the journey by underground, but I had other motives too.
The prospect of travelling to see Ram by tube had been something that had excited me ever since my first visit to his flat. No longer able to look forward to the thrill of being made to strip and wank off whilst the lad drove my car, I had fantasized about him humiliating me travelling to and from being fucked by specifying I should wear revealing clothes for my journey. Given what he'd done to my jeans to register his disgust at the ease of my seduction by the horny minimarket shelf-stacker, I'd embellished the scenario still further in my wank fantasies by having him deliberately tear or soil the only clothes I had to wear for my homeward trip, as well as confiscate some of them, before booting me out onto the street to face the consequences alone.
However, as Ram had not bothered to specify what I was to wear on this occasion, I was left in a quandary as to what I should choose. Although the thought of wearing the remnants of my former jeans on the tube, with my cock and ass peeking out through their enlarged holes and my cut-down Gap T-shirt, excited me enormously, and may even have been acceptable had I been a punk teenager, at my age I realised I was likely to get myself accused of flashing and be subjected to a shed-load load of abuse from other commuters and may even have been refused entry by the station staff. That, said, I had stumbled across videos posted on the internet of young guys with great bodies blatantly parading themselves naked through a number of the metro systems of the world and their nudity being received in good humour by the other passengers - no doubt grateful to have a distraction from the tedium of their underground journeys more enjoyable than that supplied by the average busker! But I guessed they had the hidden reassurance of someone close-by taking the pictures, able to supply them with clothing and back them up should things go awry...
Aware of Ram's liking for having me dress up smartly so he could enjoy stripping me of my finery and expose me as his cock-sucking, ass-licking inferior, on the day of our meet, I wrote back to him saying I had to travel by tube that day as the car was out of action and would it be okay if I reverted to the way I dressed when I was a commuter. I chose not to mention that this consisted of a grey polyester suit, a white shirt and tie and smart black work shoes, but added that as I hadn't dressed like this for almost three years, and couldn't see me ever wearing it again, it was completely expendable. I only hoped that by the end of my visit, the lad would realise the added vulnerability I had acquired as a result of travelling to him by underground and I would not find myself dressed quite so respectably for my journey home.
Becoming aroused by these thoughts, but aware that time was getting short, after sending off the message I checked out the London Transport Journey Planner and discovered my journey was likely to take around an hour and a half door to door. As it was already past four, I quickly showered, douched and dressed myself as I'd proposed, without waiting for a reply from Ram.
Unfamiliar with Stratford, before I hurried off to my local tube station in a bid to reach him on-time, I also checked out the shortest walking route from the station to his flat, which I discovered would take me though the same park he'd had me wank-off in after our last encounter where I'd been caught and fucked by his randy neighbours. Fortunately, I had come out of the encounter unscathed and after both of them had had their way with me, had been given my clothes back and permitted to drive home with my possessions intact!
Since my career had been so abruptly ended, I had mostly relied on my car to get from A to B, only using the underground spasmodically to visit the West End for special occasions or to take visitors to see the sights - so it would be a new experience to travel into the centre of London and then out again to a suburb in the East that I hadn't visited before. As I dashed up the road, I took the precaution of pausing to send Ram a text to inform him that I was on my way by tube and promised I would text him again when I arrived in Stratford, as I couldn't be exactly sure what my arrival time would be.
To my relief, due to the abundance of rush-hour trains, the route turned out to be both simple and quick and I arrived at his local station at five-forty-six as predicted. But when I checked my mobile after arriving, I discovered I'd received no reply from Ram, so crossed my fingers he'd be waiting for me at 6pm as arranged and not get too upset that, for once, I had not driven my car.
All seemed well however, as after my walk from the station, I reached the lad's flat only a few minutes after the appointed time and after reciting my humiliating mantra into the entry-phone was granted admittance by him. As usual, an array of post-it notes greeted me on the inner doors, though I noticed I was not being trusted with running any errands for him this time round. Only when I crawled into the lounge on my hands and knees with my blindfold on, did I find out that Ram had received neither my email messages nor my texts.
"So, you chickened out of wearing the sexy hot pants I made for you?" he teased, prompting me to explain that my car was out of action and that I'd had to travel to him by tube - so needed to dress more respectably than I did when driving.
"I sent you text messages before I set off and when I got to Stratford," I added, wondering why he hadn't received them.
In response, Ram grudgingly admitted the battery of his phone had gone flat, due to a faulty charger cable and he wouldn't be able to send or receive messages until he bought a replacement.
"So, this is what you decided to wear to impress me?" he added caustically, dragging me up from the floor by the ear to have me pose for him while he circled around me, providing a critique of my former work wear, illustrating his criticisms by yanking its fabric in one direction then another.
"The jacket's way too big... the colour's drab... the pants are too baggy... and too loose at the hips. The shoes are not only cheap and nasty but worn-out... you're wearing boring grey socks and the tie can only be described as hideous!"
"This is what I used to wear for work, sir," I explained apologetically, "It was meant to be comfortable. but I guess it got a bit shabby by the time I was through. I've also lost weight since I started swimming and working- out more regularly, so I had to wear the belt to stop the trousers from falling down."
"Let's see!" the lad exclaimed, seizing on my remark as an excuse to remove my belt completely to see what happened. Only to then witness my pants immediately slide down to my ankles and inadvertently reveal that my cock had begun to stir in response to the rough-housing and telling-off he was giving me.
"And what made you think you were permitted to wear underwear?" he demanded, tugging down my plain white briefs to my knees to ridicule me further, "In future, I expect you to travel to meet me commando!"
"I will sir!" I readily agreed, as the thought of doing this made my dick swell even faster.
"Take off the jacket and put your hands on your head!" he then demanded, and once I'd done so, set about removing my tie and opening up the buttons at the front of my shirt.
With my tits and genitals now at his mercy, Ram suddenly switched tack to another issue that had riled him, one that I had not even realised he knew about.
"When I got back home after we last met, I noticed your car was still parked outside the flat... You care to explain that?" he challenged.
Thinking he might see it as me blaming him for putting me in harm's way, when things had worked out okay in the end, I had chosen not to share with the lad what had happened to me in the park after I had sent him the picture of me coated in spunk after wanking-off. Taken by surprise that he should find out nonetheless, I didn't have the presence of mind to concoct a convincing lie to explain why I had been detained in the park for so long after we had parted, so realised I would have to tell him the truth, even if he chose to punish me as a result.
"The guys who were fixing their van at the front of the block when I arrived spotted me taking the flash pics in the park I sent you, cos they found my clothes in the bushes and came after me. So, I didn't have much choice but to let them fuck me in order to get them back!"
"Naturally!" Ram exclaimed with heavy sarcasm, "Tell me more!" he added, taking both my nipples between his fingers and pinching them, as though milking the truth out of me.
"They had my car keys and my wallet," I gasped in response to the unexpected pain, "and could easily have taken my phone off me if they'd wanted to!" I squealed in my defence.
"I offered them money - but if they'd wanted to rob me, they could have taken it anyway, so when they agreed to let me off, if I gave them both a blow job, I agreed!"
"Course you did! And I bet you let 'em spit-roast you as well!" Ram commented acidly.
"What else could I do?" I pleaded, "I knew you were going out and the last thing you'd want would be a naked guy knocking on your door to be let in because he had nowhere else to go!"
"Enough excuses!" he responded unsympathetically, "Turn around, bend over and put your hands palm-down on the bench!"
Once my back was turned, there was a pause as the lad picked something up from the floor, and there followed not the hand-spanking I had anticipated, but something considerably more painful, namely my folded belt being brought down on my buttocks a dozen times before the lad paused to check their impact.
"They didn't take any pics of you on your phone, did they?" he then asked, maybe hoping to view them. "No," I replied, "But they took some of me using their own!" I replied sourly, prompting him to break into a fit of the giggles.
At this point Ram suddenly seemed to see the funny side of the sexual misadventures that his instruction for me to wank-off in the park had inadvertently brought about and decided I'd been punished enough.
"Okay, as it's high time for you to perform your regular duties, that'll do, for now," he conceded, "But I want you to send me an extract from your diary describing in detail what happened in the park that night - like you did about what happened in the carpark at Tesco."
"I will, sir!" I readily agreed, wondering guiltily if I should use the opportunity to come clean about the blowjob I had given the cab driver on our visit there as well.
"Good!" he commended, "Now, take off the rest of your duds while I make myself a coffee!"
Five minutes later, I was on my knees, totally naked, sucking his dick while he smoked a cigarette and sipped his drink contentedly. But instead of turning on the TV as I caressed his shaft with my lips and ran my tongue over his scrotum, he began mulling over what his next means of humiliating me should be...
"I'll be taking your old work duds to the charity shop tomorrow morning - so you'll never be tempted to wear them ever again!" he announced, several minutes of cock-worshipping and face fucking later, "And I'll sort out some clothes more suitable for a slut like you to wear in public, to make your journey home more interesting for you!"
Although I'd mentioned that my shabby work attire was dispensable in my message to him, as he hadn't received it yet, I was taken by surprise that he should feel able to dispose of it so cavalierly. But him assuming the right to do so, plus the prospect of me having no choice but to travel home scantily dressed, led to my cock stiffening in anticipation.
"Now, get up and bend over the bench, I'm going to fuck you!" he announced, extracting a condom from its wrapper and stretching it over his shaft before smearing it with lube and sinking it into my hole. Such was his excitement that he came almost immediately!
"On the floor, on your back and start wanking!" he commanded, after withdrawing his cock from my ass, "By the time I come back, I expect you to be hard!"
He then left the room, I presumed to use the loo, leaving me to wank-off blindfolded. When he was slow to return, I found my thoughts drifting back to the slender brown limbs and heightened excitement of the young Indian shelf-stacker, who in his sexual frustration had risked getting the sack by having sex with me in the supermarket's stockroom. Then to my encounter with the two guys out in the park and the additional thrill that me having no alternative but to meet their sexual demands had brought me. The memories of which excited me far more than sex with Ram behind the locked doors of his flat whilst not even being permitted to see him!
However, when the lad returned and witnessed how excited I'd become in his absence, he retrieved himself in my eyes by removing the blindfold from my face and squatting down above me, so I was not only able to kiss and fondle his shapely butt but also admire its perfection at close-quarters. Overwhelmed by feelings of gratitude, I proceeded to demonstrate my on-going infatuation with the handsome youngster by belittling myself still further in the time-honoured way, by parting his buttocks and sticking out my tongue to lick out his hole as I brought myself to orgasm.
I began to suspect my previous sins had not been entirely forgiven when, instead of handing me kitchen-roll to wipe away the spunk coating my belly, Ram chose instead one of the pile of garments he had chosen from his wardrobe for me to wear for my tube journey home.
"Try it on!" he demanded flinging the white Lycra tank-top over my face, despite me having had less than a minute to savour the achievement of my climax.
After heaving a sigh, I sat up and obediently threaded my arms and head through the requisite holes and stretched the flimsy fabric down over my chest, noticing that its front was stained with globules of cum. Presumably one of his own, unsurprisingly it was a tight fit for my more mature figure.
"Now try on the pants!" Ram gloated, throwing a second garment down over my groin, "What's your shoe size by the way?" he then asked.
"Between an eight and nine," I replied, after which he disappeared into the hallway in search of suitable footwear, leaving me to squeeze my bottom half into a pair of narrow-gauge pale-yellow hipsters, he was no doubt glad to see the back of, which, due to my residual hard-on, I had trouble zipping up at the front. "Put these on!" he demanded, after throwing a pair of deck-shoes onto the floor beside me, "These are a bit big for me, so without socks should just about fit you."
"Now stand up so I can get a good look at you!" Ram demanded, after I'd managed to prise my feet into the footwear he'd allocated me.
My knees creaked a little as I straightened up whilst wearing the tight-fitting trousers, causing Ram to reach out and offer me his hand to help me keep my balance. After giving me the once over, he broke out into a smile and led me out into the hallway.
"Take a look!" he grinned, positioning me in front of a large mirror that was propped up against the wall, "Yeh, that's a much more suitable outfit for a slut like you to wear on the tube!"
There was no doubt about it, the outfit Ram had selected for me to travel home in was the last thing I myself would ever have dreamt of wearing in public - save maybe a dress! So, I made damn sure I kept that thought to myself!
For a start, however hard I yanked down the top it was never going to meet up with the trousers below it - so for the duration of my journey there would be a strip of bare white skin on display between them! As for the pants, not only was my tumescent cock clearly visible tenting out the crotch at the front, at the rear, the waistline fell so far short of covering my ass that it left the cleavage atop my buttocks exposed to view.
"So sexy!" Ram commented ironically, thrusting his groin up against my rear and wrapping his arms around me to tweak my nipples which stood out prominently through the top's thin fabric for all to see!
"Gimme your phone so I can't take some pictures before you leave," he added as I attempted to squeeze the contents of my suit pockets to those of my new attire.
"Make sure you send 'em to me as soon as you get home!" Ram added, handing me back my mobile and ushering me out into the corridor to face the world alone, dressed more outlandishly in public than I had ever been in my life before, then slamming his flat door shut behind me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
In the course of my hour-long visit to see Ram, the weather had taken a turn for the worse and the temperature had dropped by several degrees. In addition, during my furtive walk through the park, the skies darkened further and it began to rain. But this turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as the flow of commuters crossing my path on their return home from the station were now far too busy hurrying to keep dry than with troubling a bizarrely-clad guy rushing in the opposite direction.
However, without a jacket to keep me warm and no sun to dry-off the large patches of semen staining the front of my top, by the time I reached the station foyer, I was shivering not just from the cold, but also from anxiety at the prospect of facing my lengthy journey home, clad in revealing clothes and smelling of spunk.
Thankfully, the platform going into town was sparsely populated and a train soon arrived with plenty of empty seats. I sat away from the doors in the warmest part of the carriage and by the time we reached my first interchange my pants and top had more or less dried out, though the patches of cum remained clearly visible. In addition, the effect of the heat, following so quickly after the cold, had combined with the usual rosy glow I acquired as a result of having sex, to set my cheeks aflame and make me appear even more embarrassed than I was by the soiled and scanty state of my clothing.
As I had feared, the station where I had to change lines was far more crowded than the suburban one, with heavy flows of commuters heading in all directions. Though standing out from even the most exotically dressed of my fellow travellers, I managed to escape any adverse attention until I managed to secure the last empty seat in the fast-filling carriage I'd selected and sat down, after which my stained, figure-hugging top and tight trousers, red face and lack of any socks combined to raise several eyebrows.
Left with no other option, I brazened it out and gave a forced grin to the handful of passengers who persisted in staring at me to get them to back-off. In the past, I'd seen plenty of young guys travelling on the tube in outfits just as controversial, not to mention jocks dressed in sports gear wearing shorts more revealing than the pants I was currently dressed in.
In my hurry, I'd not had the presence of mind to grab a newspaper to hide behind during my lengthy journey, so had to amuse myself instead by alternately gazing at my fellow passengers, the tube line diagrams over their heads and the ads posted above them. I was immediately struck by the stark contrast between the happy smiling faces of the participants in the posters advertising holidays, vitamins and cheap insurance and the gloom emanating from the majority of those surrounding me.
Whilst my spirits were still high, as a result of my latest encounter with my mischievously inventive master, coupled with the titillation of travelling on the tube barely half dressed, etched on the faces of many of my fellow passengers was the defeated look of those who spend their days with little option but to set their sexual desires and their other pleasures in life aside whilst they strive to earn sufficient money to pay their bills. Until recently, I'd been one of them, I reflected, travelling alone, captive, frustrated, uncomfortably hot and impatient to be somewhere else, not to mention at the mercy of beggars, sex pests and exhibitionists such as myself! Was I adding to their burdens or providing them with much needed entertainment, I pondered, like the buskers playing music at the base of escalators or at the interchanges in the labyrinthine tunnels, who I usually cursed but occasionally gave a few coins if I happened to like what they played?
Still in the East End of London, I also noticed that far more of my male companions were of South Asian origin than in the stretch of the underground I was most familiar with. So, having nothing better to do, I opted to make the most of an ethnic mix that was more to my liking, by surreptitiously cruising them. This was a relatively easy thing to do unnoticed, given I didn't have any serious hopes of seducing any of them, as the vast majority either had their gaze directed down to the floor or were busy concentrating on something else.
Many of the younger guys, students maybe, had their heads hidden in books, while others were completely absorbed in playing games or listening to music on headphones connected to their mobile phones. The more mature ones tended to be dressed in office wear or business suits, and were busy reading the Evening Standard, with the odd shabbily dressed and exhausted-looking workman nodding off to sleep as a result of his labours, occasionally starting and craning his neck upwards to check he hadn't missed his stop.
The Indian guys that mostly held my attention were the ones who looked less self-confident - visitors maybe, unsure if they were on the right train or perhaps still reeling in shock from the cost of their ticket, or recent migrants looking down at heel or wearing even more badly fitting clothes than my own, unfamiliar with the capital and possessing only a smattering of English. Excited by their vulnerability and turned on by the shiny raven-black head and facial hair that most guys with their origins in the sub-continent possess, I would take advantage of their averted eyes to surreptitiously scrutinise their bodies and imagine the slender limbs and taut brown-skinned bodies that I knew must lay beneath the covering provided by their flimsy clothing.
If I was caught out, I would immediately lower my gaze and focus my attention on their feet instead, anxious to reassure them that my interest in them was not hostile, but friendly. Feeling guilty about adding to their anxiety, I would then fantasize about making up for my sins by getting down on my knees in the middle of the carriage to beg their forgiveness by kissing the tops of their worn-down shoes. Getting off on the idea, I went on to embellish my daydream still further by imagining me removing my clothes to heighten my humiliation and, whilst the other passengers looked-on, take off the guy's footwear so I could underline the extent of my admiration for him by licking the soles of his feet and the sweat from between his toes.
Regardless of how unlikely it was that this particular scenario would ever become a reality, my cock began to swell nonetheless and I was contemplating shielding my growing member with my hands, when the train drew into the next station and the subjects of my fantasy took their leave, only to be replaced by a new set of commuters anxious to reach home, until the carriage was crammed full once again.
Looking up out of curiosity at the new intake, I immediately caught the eye of a besuited South Asian guy as he scanned the carriage from the doorway he had entered by, in search of an empty seat. Although our eyes met only momentarily, the briefcase-carrying, young executive-type was sufficiently inspired to excuse his way into a space closer to me, after which he set about unashamedly scrutinising me from head to toe! Flattered, I felt my heartbeat quicken and my face flush an even deeper shade of red!
Even after my one brief glance, I realised the guy was stunningly handsome and was so like Ram that he could easily have been his older brother. Had he tipped him off I would be on that particular train? I mused, chuckling to myself at the unlikeliness of such a coincidence, especially as I had no idea if the lad actually had a brother, older or otherwise. When his gaze reached my bare ankles, I noticed him shake his head and break into a smile, by which point I was pretty sure he had got my number!
Was it so obvious I was gay, I wondered, or was it my flushed face and being so provocatively dressed that had generated his interest in me? No longer weighed-down by work or financial worries or by the host of other troubles lowering the spirits of those surrounding me, I guessed I stood out from the crowd on that account too. Or, perhaps more likely, he recognised the stains on the front of my top were dried cum and thought I was an easy lay!
At the next stop, disembarking passengers permitted my admirer to affirm his interest by repositioning himself directly in front of me, so his crotch was barely a couple of feet from my face. Although he wasn't so bold as to chat me up in front of his fellow travellers, whenever the train jerked from side to side, he used the movement as an excuse to thrust his groin closer still, until he was so near that I was able to detect the scent of his genitals permeating the fabric of his pants. It also made it impossible for me not to notice that within the course of the few minutes he'd been standing there, a mound had appeared at the front of his trousers, indicating that he had sprouted an enviously large hard-on!
Despite having just been fucked by Ram, being cruised on the tube by a tall dark stranger, who more or less ticked every box as far as my ideal sex partner was concerned, was an opportunity I realised I couldn't afford to miss! My dick concurred, responding to the handsome Indian's ever-closer proximity by transforming the stirrings in my groin that had been generated by my earlier fantasies to give me a rock-hard stiffy of my own! A fact that, due to my lack of underwear, I was unable to hide from either my admirer or any of the other nearby passengers who cared to check out my crotch. But what gave away something was going on between us to an even wider audience, was when the guy went against all the conventions of tube-train etiquette by permitting someone else to take up a vacated seat close by him rather than move away from me. Although I realised, an alternative explanation for his aberrant behaviour might be that he was about to disembark.
"This is my stop!" he muttered to confirm my suspicion a couple of minutes later, and after I looked up in response, he gave me a wink and a grin to confirm his sexual interest in me had been no fantasy. To make his feelings crystal clear, as he stooped down to retrieve his briefcase from the floor, he faked losing his balance and proceeded to steady himself by grasping hold of my knee. He then made his way to the exit-doors in readiness to take his leave, making use of his bag to hide his erection from view, leaving me to decide whether to break my journey at a stop well before my own and maybe make a fool of myself by following him, or chicken-out and settle for wanking-off over what might have happened when I got home.
When the brakes cut in, as the train pulled into the next station, my admirer clung to the overhead rail and glimpsed back in my direction to award me one last longing look. Not good at making snap decisions, despite the come-on, I remained in my seat and watched him duck his head to step out on the platform the moment the doors opened. But no sooner had he disappeared from view, and the doors had closed again, than I regretted my decision. So, when by chance, someone attempted to force their way onto the train at its other end, and the driver was compelled to reopen the doors to admit them, I belatedly summoned up the courage to dash through the opening, betraying my motives to my bemused fellow passengers by revealing the large mound tenting out the front of my trousers as I did so.
The guy was so tall, I had no problem spotting the back of his head in the distance and quickly followed him up the escalator to the surface and then along an overground platform in the opposite direction to the exit signs, where after glancing behind him to check I was following, I witnessed him duck into a door labelled "GENTLEMEN". Taken by surprise at their existence, as most toilets had disappeared from underground stations long ago, I too glimpsed over my shoulder to check no one was following me, before quickly entering through the same door.
Finding him standing at the old-style porcelain urinal and the place otherwise deserted, I stepped up beside him and, as I took out my, still-erect, cock from the front of my pants, cast my eyes across at his own. Discovering that not only was my admirer not taking a piss, but was busy pulling on his dick in anticipation of my arrival, I lifted my gaze to discover him eying me with a welcoming grin.
When I smiled back nervously, he reached across to check out my manhood and award it several tugs, as though testing out whether it was in working order. As my submissive impulses kicked in, I immediately lowered my hand to relinquish control, only for him to catch hold of my wrist and wrap my fingers around his own, far more impressive, member for me to return the favour.
Given an encounter in this location was likely to be a brief one, I didn't even attempt to kiss his hair-encircled lips, but after taking a quick glance back at the door, squatted down to provide him with the form of stimulation I guessed he was seeking.
Intoxicated by the testosterone-infused aroma of his genitals, as the platform outside fell silent, I set about unfastening the front of the guy's pants completely so I could not only take his dick into my mouth but also run my tongue over his low-hanging balls.
After working out that in all likelihood we wouldn't be disturbed by passengers from the underground for a good five or ten minutes and be able to hear if an overground train pulled into one of the platforms on either side of us, I decided to risk going much further than merely sucking the Indian's thick brown dick. Given how few clothes I was wearing, I realised it wouldn't take much doing to fulfil at least one aspect of my earlier fantasy. So, I broke off sucking him for a second to wrench my stained top off over my head and then resumed where I'd left off.
Surprised but clearly aroused by the eagerness of my submission to him, the guy grinned down at me and patted me affectionately on the top of the head to convey his approval, which encouraged me to finish the job by prising my tight-fitting pants down over my ass and wrench my shoes from my feet so I could to dispense with them completely too!
Upon spotting my swollen nipples standing out red against my pallid chest, the result of Ram pinching them so hard earlier, the guy figured out they must be a turn-on for me and immediately set about tweaking them. In return, I displayed my gratitude by increasing the pace at which I was sucking him whilst wondering why had it taken Ram so long to catch on to this means of arousing me, when this guy had discovered it within seconds and was now exploiting it to the full?
As this new pleasure combined with the excitement generated by the humiliation of me sucking a complete stranger's dick whilst stripped naked in a place where we might be discovered at any moment, my recklessness knew no bounds. Without my idol needing to demand it, as he stooped to twist my tits harder, I willingly took his dick down my throat and held it there, then after taking a deep breath, tightened my lips and lovingly slid them repeatedly up and down his shaft from his testosterone infused balls to its bulbous head, in a lust-filled frenzy.
Although the handsome Indian may initially have been content with receiving no more than a quick blow job from me in this high-risk location, me stripping off all my clothes and worshipping him so uninhibitedly within seconds of my arrival persuaded him that other options were available also. So, after letting me loose on his cock for a couple more minutes, he hitched up his pants, picked up his briefcase and herded me across to the lone toilet stall, leaving my meagre belongings abandoned in a disorderly heap beside the urinals. After locking the door behind us, he quickly extracted a condom and lube sachet from his bag and handed them over to me. "Put it on my dick and lube yourself up!" he hissed breathlessly, letting his pants fall to the floor and sliding down his boxers to release his erection from their confines once again.
I obediently crouched down on the floor before him, eager to do as I was bid, while he hung up his smart jacket on the coat-peg attached to the rear of the door, loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his pristine work shirt as though he was about to enter a tough round of negotiations to close a business deal. Meanwhile, I stretched the rubber over his shaft and coated it, and my hole, with copious amounts of the lube, then performed a pirouette and bent over the toilet bowl with my ass up in the air.
"I see you've been a naughty boy!" he quipped, after noticing the red stripes adorning my otherwise pallid buttocks as a result of the belting I'd received, "And I guess I'm not the first guy to fuck you today, am I, SLUT!"
"No sir!" I confessed in response, in the same submissive way I did with Ram, despite knowing I might experience my second spanking of the day as a result. Though the unwanted attention giving me a spanking in such a public location was likely to generate must have saved me from this fate, upon hearing me address him as "sir", the stranger plainly grew more confident that he could do whatever he liked with me and instead opted to add to my humiliation by thrusting my head into the toilet bowl before he entered me!
Desperate to prevent my face dipping below the level of the water, I tightened my muscles, clung to the edges of the seat and pushed back against him with all my might, only to succeed in helping him embed the entire length of his cock inside me in a single thrust!
After uttering an involuntary whimper as he filled my abdomen completely, I kept my lips firmly closed as my be-suited, admirer commenced withdrawing and thrusting his swollen shaft in and out of me in a rhythm reminiscent of the pistons of a steam train gathering speed as it pulled out of this station a century ago.
Thankfully, due to Ram having prepared the way for him barely forty minutes earlier, the head of his latex and lube-coated dick slid inside me without causing the slightest pain. In fact, so turned on was I that I might have easily have cum myself had my latest amour continued to thrust up against my prostate for a little while longer. But, no doubt aware that the longer he took to fuck me, the more likely we were to be interrupted, and the more likely he was to have to return home unsatisfied, he made no attempt to hold back his passion and after barely a minute he was groaning with pleasure as he shot his load inside me.
Still pinned down by the weight of his body above me, I waited patiently for him to savour his orgasm with my head still pressed up against the cold porcelain, barely an inch above the waterline, only to be taken completely by surprise when my mischievous conqueror couldn't resist demonstrating his contempt for me by pulling down on the ancient flush chain! He held me there, bayonetted on his cock with my ass in the air, as a gallon of water cascaded down over my head before backing away to prevent his smart clothes getting spattered and breaking into peals of laughter.
While I coughed and spluttered and shook my head from side to side like wet dog to disperse the water that had enveloped my face, he removed the filled condom and began looking around for toilet paper. Finding none available in the dispenser, he disposed of it in the toilet bowl in disgust, then hitched up his boxers and pants temporarily and, after pausing to listen for any noise outside, tentatively opened up the cubicle door. Finding the place still deserted, he shuffled across the tiles to retrieve my top from the floor and used it to clean himself up!
"If you want to cum before I go," he hissed back at me as I crouched watching him use the top to dry himself from the open cubicle door, "lie on the floor and commence wanking!"
As I very much wanted to reach my climax while he was still around to inspire it, I shifted his briefcase out of the way so I could lie diagonally across the cubicle on the wet, urine-redolent floor between the toilet bowl and the door with the stall door still wide open. Thankfully, he returned moments later to retrieve his jacket and briefcase and dump my clothes on the floor beside me.
"Hurry up!" he demanded after relocking the door behind him, awarding me a contemptuous grin as I pulled furiously on my cock in pursuit of my orgasm.
Although my unexpected cold shower had succeeded in cooling down my flushed face, it had failed to dampen down my desire for handsome Indian who had seduced me, and, as he put on his jacket and stood towering above me, dressed in his smart suit once more, my passion quickly returned. Somehow, without the assistance of a dating website, I had accidentally stumbled upon another Indian guy who was not only aroused by fucking submissive white guys like myself but also possessed an even bigger sadistic steak than that of Ram!
Given this was likely to be the last few minutes of our encounter and we would, almost certainly, never see each other again, I decided there was no point being coy about what turned me on the most and risked asking him if he would up my humiliation still further before he left.
"Please sir, may I lick your ass before you leave?" I pleaded.
He looked down at me, pursed his lips and shook his head from side to side while he deliberated but then broke into a wide grin.
"Okay, if that's what you want!" he replied eventually, "But there's no guarantee it'll be clean!" he added mischievously as he commenced unfastening his pants once again to grant me my wish.
Overwhelmed with excitement, I yanked faster and harder as the big guy revealed his lower body to me then squatted down above me and gradually lowered his butt so close to my face that all else was obliterated from view. After which, he obligingly drew his hair-coated buttocks apart so I would be able to find my target more easily in the darkness.
Unable to hold back a second longer, I raised my head from the floor and blindly ran the flat of my tongue along the crack of his ass from end to end and, as the pace of my wanking reached full-throttle, slid its tip inside his hole.
It didn't come more humiliating than this, I reflected, not for the first time since meeting Ram, as I brought to mind the events that had led to me being down on my back, fully naked, in a station toilet stall, surrounded by my cum- and water-soaked clothes, licking the ass of this besuited Indian stranger.
"Ahh! This beats toilet-roll any day!" I heard the guy murmur as I thrust my tongue deeper inside him, reassured that all I could taste was his sweat and the smell of testosterone. Seconds later, my body was convulsed in the most satisfying of orgasms as I achieved my second climax of the day.
Before he could get to his feet, I expressed my gratitude for the pleasure the handsome Indian stranger had given me by awarding his buttocks a farewell kiss, after which he calmly hitched up his pants and, after straightening his tie, paused to give me a final grin and a wink before picking up his briefcase and taking his leave.
With nothing else available to mop up the fast-liquifying globules of spunk adorning my thighs, I picked up my discarded top, thought, "what the hell!" and used it to wipe myself down, despite knowing I would face an even more embarrassing journey home as a result!
To be continued...
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