I wanted to call my family as soon as possible because they'd be expecting me home soon, and would start worrying, we must've been riding for nearly 20 minutes when he turned onto a path leading to a small hut right in the center of a Corn field, I had expected like a small village or at least a house full of people but it seemed as if he lived alone, turned out he worked in the fields partime so the owners had given him the hut to stay in, his family was away in his village much farther from the town, and usually someone or the other did live with him, but was away tonight. He opened the pad locked door which led into a small room and said, "Come, make yourself comfortable".
A plastic sheet had been spread out on the floor and a Charpai sat in the corner with a pillow and covering, a calender hung on the wall as well as a few religious verses along side posters of local actresses of notorious character, a small fan was running, hanging from the ceiling and just one bare bulb lit up the place, in another corner something sat covered with a brightly coloured cloth on a small table, clothes hung on a rope, a bolted window with a metal grill was right across the door, "rather dingy" I thought, he brought the phone which was kept locked in a box, I thanked him and started to dial, he went out to feed the donkeys, coming back in he sat down in the other corner and started to cut some vegetables that he had brought from the town to prepare dinner, I made my calls informing everyone I was OK, and would try to make it home later, I tried calling the depot, but got no reply, called the office told them what had happened and they said they'd try and get assistance as soon as possible and asked me for the number to contact me, Yawar informed me to my utmost disgust that the phone was only meant for out going calls so I tried my best to explain directions to the man on the other end of the line and put the phone down, I then called my home and told them not to worry as I was at the depot, and would be home by afternoon. Couldn't tell them I was in a small hut with a total stranger in the middle of nowhere.
After setting up the food Yawar came and sat down and poured us two cups of hot, milky tea from a Thermos, then he went upto the table and uncovered something that delighted me to no end it was a small TV, I was glad at least now we'd have something to look forward to, he turned it on, it was Black and White, and had no cable, but it would do, better than nothing I thought, he sat down next to me on the floor and lit a cigarette for himself offering me one but I don't smoke, so I refused, the scent made it quite obvious there was hash in the cigarette, but it didn't bother me. Dinner was ready after a while so we sat down to eat in front of the TV, commenting on the shows and the people, the vulgar dance from a regional film being shown really seemed to excite him, I wouldn't be surprised if he was doing the animals out side when he was horny, gross thought, but people from these parts are known for harbouring this trait, it was just at that moment he said, "brother, over here we don't miss out on a single opportunity to have sex", it was as if he had my mind and that really got me wondering, poor animals I thought to myself. Food was great, I complimented him, he poured us some more tea, as I hadn't taken the rather turbid looking water he was drinking, it was right out of a well.
We were both exhausted by now, couldn't even bring ourselves to talk much, my eyelids were getting heavy and he seemed to be drugged from that cigarette, I was surprised to note that the time was only 9.30 pm, I'd be planning to go out for dinner at this time, I told him I was feeling really sleepy "where do I plop myself?" I asked him, since the Charpai was single and would not accommodate two people, he was very annoyed at my query, "Why, On the bed of course brother" he replied "you're my guest, my brother, please don't insult me" I was really taken aback by his generosity, " but what about you?" I asked, hoping he didn't plan to share the bed, "I'll be okay on the floor" he said, to my relief, I felt really bad and insisted he at least take the pillow, to which he finally agreed, he offered me his spare clothes to sleep in too, but I politely turned him down, saying I was comfortable, in no time I dozed off while he watched TV with a low volume, puffing on another joint, some time later I woke up on hearing him talk to some one, he was on the phone and was telling the person he had a friend over and would be okay of what I made out from the little I understood of his native language. He put the phone down with that.
My eyes half closed with sleep, I watched him lock the door, heading towards the TV he switched it off, he didn't switch off the light which was right next to it, since it was shining in my direction, I changed my angle facing the wall, my back towards him now, I heard him walk in my direction to his bed o the floor, which was next to the Charpai I was on, no sooner had I turned and was about to doze off again, I felt the bed move, for a split second I thought he must have hit against it with his big body while getting into a comfortable position, just then I felt some one touch me, I turned around and saw it was Yawar, before I could do anything he grabbed me, throwing himself on top and said "its best for you if you stay put and comply" and started smothering me with kisses and rubbing his crotch against mine, I was stunned and didn't know what to do, my drowsy state had made my reflexes a bit lax, I wanted to get up and run, but was numb with shock and confusion, I asked him what the heck did he think he was doing, but he didn't stop for a minute to answer. Didn't he call me "Brother" a little while go? The Urdu adage "Brother by day, bed able by night" crossed my mind.
The more I tried to fight him off, the more he pushed himself onto me, gosh! was he heavy, I felt I was being crushed under him, he was smelling of sweat, and cigarettes mixed with a musky sexual odour, hew was so horny, that he started to bite, suck and lick my face, it was as if he hadn't had sex for ages in no time he was hard as a rock, the thing must have been around 7-8 inches long and felt like an iron rod against me, by now he was making low groaning sounds, I wanted to escape, but where would I go?, hide in those spooky fields and risk something else?, I had also read many stories in the papers of men forcibly fucking boys and then getting rid of the evidence, thats the last thing I wanted, so I played along, I began stroking his big, broad back through the shirt, it was all wet with perspiration, he brought my hands lower and put them through his shalwar making me stroke his strong, manly, hairy ass, I also started making low moaning sounds, to my utter surprise I started getting aroused by all this and started to get a hard on, I couldn't believe it, my dick was now fully erect all four and a half inches of it, my face was buried in his chest, which was dark and mostly smooth, as a reflex I started to kiss it and run my fingers through the hair on his head, moving my face up I kissed him on neck and the jaw.
It was hard to believe what was happening and what I was doing, it came so naturally, I never had any homosexual inclinations, men never turned me on, I did admire the beauty and masculinity of some, but only to the extent that I wanted to be like them physically, I guess I was a bit unhappy with my self, I was 24 at the time, about 5.7, fair, medium build, 60 kg, in OK shape, brown hair, with a soft, serene look and aura like a Roman statue, simply put I looked boyish, even though I had grown a mustache, it hadn't made much of a difference, I had always wanted to be like this butch, brute type, who was wreaking his pent up passions on me now.
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