Indian Gay sex story – Private Dick – Part 2

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Ah ha!’ he exclaimed. ‘You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? Girlfriends. Boyfriends!’ He emphasized the ‘boy’ part of the word heavily. He grinned, again. ‘It’s so much fun, isn’t it.’ It wasn’t a question. He knew something. I was sure of it. I was too young and too naive to try to determine just what he knew or how he knew it, because it felt, at that moment, like he was able to look at me and simply know I liked sucking cock.

‘Well, remember, I’m not all that much older than you are. Think about it. You can go, now.’ And he dismissed me, just like that.

I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. I left completely baffled. But that afternoon, as I scooted out of my classroom at exactly the sounding of the three thirty bell and got quickly to that long hallway, I again saw a man going into the middle door. This time, the man seemed to be dressed like Mr. Singh. But what the fuck would he be doing in a broom closet, I wondered.

Curiosity fueled my imagination. I decided I would act like the private dick I hoped to become and investigate, open that middle door, and look in. But when I did, the small room, cluttered with mops, buckets, cabinets and supplies, was empty. The man had vanished! I stared in puzzlement when suddenly a hand clasped my shoulder, scaring the shit out of me. I startled like a jack-rabbit.

‘Whoa! Calm down, partner.’ It was Vikram. ‘Whacha looking for – a bucket to carry all that cum in, in there?’ His voice was quiet, hard to overhear, but I knew he was referring to the loads of cum an even larger group of us seniors had deposited on the floor by way of another lusty circle-jerk earlier that day. It made me wonder just who did clean up the floor.

‘Com’on! There’s something I want to get straight between us,’ he whispered, giggling, using an old line. It had a tremendously stimulating effect on me. I forgot the closet, closing the door and following him into the always busy boy’s room.

Luckily, we found the same booth free. And I thought I saw exactly those same two pair of shoes in the next booth. This time, Vikram sat down first, looking naked with his pants at his ankles and his short sleeved shirt opened all the way and pulled aside to expose his handsome chest.

As I sucked in my breath with extreme pleasure, I went him one better and slipped out of my tee-shirt, flipping it onto a hook, dropped my pants to my feet, and exposed myself to him. He reacted by putting both arms around my waist and pulling me into himself, hugging me tightly as my cock throbbed against his face. His hands started to rub my flesh, moving over my back and buttocks, sliding down my sensitive thighs, flittering towards and then away from the extremely touchy area of my ass cleft. Then he leaned back and, without using his hands, raised up his head over my cock knob and sucked it in.

I heard another man’s excited hiss of pleasure. I was sure of it. It did not sound like it came from the next booth. I sounded like it came from the wall next to me or from the ceiling. But, immediately, Vikram’s enthusiastic sucking diverted my attention so completely, that I ignored the sound. This time, I was able to enjoy his attentions on my cock a few moments longer before I came so thoroughly I thought I’d pass out. It was even better than the first time!

In a daze, I exchanged places with Vikram, checked the shoe position in the next booth and was satisfied with the exchange there too, and gave over my attention to pleasuring my randy young friend. His cock looked even bigger, today. Trying not to rush it, I, too, began running my hands over his skin, on his hips, his sides, his chest, toying with and pinching his hard nipples, and altogether getting him so hot, his cock was throbbing in maximum erection, leaking lines of pre-cum. It looked spectacular!

With my hands on his hips, I mimicked him and raised my head, my whole body, to position my mouth over the giant cock head and suck it in. I heard him hiss with pleasure. But, I was certain I also heard another muffled gasp from the wall. This time I had no doubt about it. I tried to puzzle out what it might mean, but Vikram was going so crazy with his long scaling poking into me that I was absolutely unable to concentrate on anything else. In an instant, I couldn’t have thought about anything besides his great cock if I’d been paid to, I was enjoying myself so completely sucking his great cock!

Vikram must have jacked off the night before, too, because he was in no hurry to come now, and I was able to become more familiar with his cock, his heavy balls, and the patterns of hair on his strong abdominal muscles directly in front of my eyes, and better able to realize how wonderful his cock felt inside my mouth. But it really wasn’t long before he was pumping cum into me and I was drinking down that wonderful cum of his. He energetically humped his hips at me and spurted bucketsful of delicious viscous goo into my grateful mouth.

I was sure a heard another muffled sound, this time like a man in the throes of ecstasy. It was definitely coming from the wall. From the closet next to us, I was certain. Before rising to embrace Vikram, I looked up at the ceiling and studied the wall. I saw nothing. Vikram looked confused by my behavior, but smiled as I took him in my arms.

‘Someone’s watching us,’ I whispered very softly into his ear. ‘Don’t look around.’ Well, that was a dumb thing to say, because he immediately began looking around saying, ‘Where?! Where?!’

I laughed and said, ‘Com’on, let’s get out of here.’

In the hallway, outside, I grabbed Vikram by the elbow as he moved away and said, ‘Let’s just wait here a moment. I want to see who comes out.’ He stopped and waited with me.

In fact, it was a surprising wait. The numbers of males going into and coming out of that bathroom was startling. All of them smiled at us, greeting us in friendly, natural ways, as if going into that place and making out were the last thing on their minds. I knew I was going to enjoy my senior year immensely.

No one entered or left the broom closet. Before we went home, I opened the door and looked in again. I saw no one in it.

The next day, following another night of intensive jacking off, I noticed Mr. Singh had reverted to acting like I didn’t exist. Frankly, I wondered why. So this time I stayed behind after class without being asked.

‘Oh, yes, Bipin,’ he sputtered when he saw me standing there. ‘What is it you want?’

‘Is everything okay?’ I asked.

‘Sure. Why do you ask?’ He acted concerned and came over to me.

‘Yesterday, you treated me like a human being. Today, I don’t exist. I just wondered why.’ I can be direct.

His face reddened and he chuckled with embarrassment. ‘Oh, com’on. You know how it is. I just got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. That’s all,’ he said and he rubbed my back affectionately.

Isn’t it strange how these things can happen? Something about that rubbing felt very familiar. It could have been Vikram’s hand on my back at that moment. Instantly, I was convinced that Singh was one of us. A cocksucker! Then it hit me. A closet cocksucker! I let him rub without moving, in silence. It felt good.

‘Hmmm, you like this,’ he whispered.

‘I like the way you feel me,’ I whispered right back, emphasizing the word ‘feel.’ I was getting a hardon. It seemed no matter how often I’d jack off, I was always horny.

‘And I like the way you feel,’ he responded. There it was: an admission of interest.

‘Good,’ I said as he kept rubbing, sliding his hand down, now, getting his fingers under my waistband and touching the hot globes and bare skin of my ass.

‘Ooh, man, you are a hot one!’ His sigh was filled with desire. ‘I never mess around with students, but you are so hot, I can’t take my eyes off of you. I can’t stop thinking about you. At night, I…’ he stopped, suddenly.

‘What do you do at night?’ I asked, softly. ‘Do you do what I do?’

‘What do you do?’ he asked, holding his breath.

‘I take it out and play with it.’

‘Umm,’ he hummed excitedly, his excitement evident in the increase pressure of his rubbing.

‘I play with it. I beat it,’ I said with a catch in my voice.

‘And then?’ he asked.

‘I pump my meat, man! I really get into it! I jack it off. I shoot all over myself.’

‘Man!’ he sighed, still rubbing me. But now the strokes were rhythmic, up and down my back like he was jacking my whole body off.

‘Is that what you do at night? Take it out? Beat your meat? Jack it off like I do?’ I was brazen.

‘Oh, Yes, I do. I jack off. I do it thinking about you. Wanting to touch you, like this.’ His hand returned to my ass as he sighed, ‘Wanting to touch you, here.’ A finger slipped in between my cheeks and poked towards my pucker. ‘Wanting to pleasure you, in here,’ he whispered huskily. The finger poked inwards as I rose up on my toes.

This was unexpected. My clever little detective work was going to get me fucked in the ass. Yet, I couldn’t help but wonder what that would be like. It sure was pleasant standing here having him playing with my ass. I had to be honest with myself about that. But it scared me a little. I wasn’t sure I could handle such a new idea.

‘Well, I never…’ I stopped.

‘If you’d like to experiment, maybe give it a try, maybe see if you like it and have some real manly fun, here, put this address in your pocket. Come over between four and four-thirty this afternoon, or any afternoon this week. I’ll be expecting you. You’ll have a great time, believe me.’

‘What about you?’ I asked naively.

‘If you come, I’ll have a great time, too, don’t worry.’ Then he grinned, tousled my hair with the hand he’d just had on my ass, and moved away from me. The next class would start soon and students would be showing up. I got out of there, grinning, wondering if I’d take up his invite. Convinced he’d been spending time in the broom closet.

This time, I simply walked out of class at about three-twenty, at least ten minutes before the bell. Nothing was said to me. I went directly to the broom closet. No one was there. I went in, closing the door behind me, and, with a small penlight, I looked around. At the end of the wall adjoining the boy’s room, I found a tall piece of plywood, almost ceiling high, abutting a cabinet. Instinctively, I turned off the penlight. I reached out and pulled the plywood towards me. The other end of it was resting against a stepladder. It concealed a small cubbyhole. I went into it, drawing the plywood in behind me.

Immediately, I saw light from the boy’s room shining through six fairly tiny holes at various heights and positions: peepholes! The stepladder not only held the plywood in place, it also allowed one to rise up and look through the higher peepholes. Being very quiet, I went to lean in to look through one of two eye-level holes when my arm brushed something made of paper. I lit the penlight for a split-second and saw it was a paper bag, taped to the wall, half-filled with wads of used tissue – jack-off wads, I knew immediately. I’d formed so many of them, my-self, I recognized them instantly. I was in the warren of a real jack-off enthusiast – a gay jack-off enthusiast and a peeping-tom.

Then I peeped. What a sight! A senior was sitting there beating his meat. He looked spectacular. Naked, his pants were at his feet. His shirt was off. I was only inches from him as he stroked the long, fat cock. I crouched down, looking through the lowest hole and was only inches from that great cock. As I looked through this low hole, I felt jacking off in this crouched position would be tricky.

I climbed the ladder silently and, one by one, checked the other holes. One, well over to my right causing me to stretch out away from the ladder, gave me a pretty good view of the area of the room we had used these past three days for larger and larger circle-jerks. The view from this vantage point would be spectacular, I realized. A second peephole let me see most of the first and second booths, simultaneously. I imagined Vikram and I and our carefree neighbor pair being watched, and, frankly, I was a little envious of the peeper. He had an excellent view.

I didn’t get a chance to check out the last hole, because the randy lad in this first booth was getting sort of noisy. He was bursting to come and I got down off the ladder to watch. He was leaning back and suddenly was spraying his chest with long lines of white, gooey sperm. It looked great! I had a tremendous hardon, watching him, and I knew whoever used this cubbyhole got his kicks from just this sort of cum-shot. I couldn’t blame him.

Just then, the three-thirty bell rang and I knew I had to get the hell out of there. I stepped back out of the cubbyhole, repositioning the plywood, but, as I moved towards the door my foot caught a mop handle, tripping me, and I fell in a noisy pile of mops and buckets and brushes and, well, damn!

Suddenly, the door opened. I saw a well-polished pair of men’s dress shoes. I looked up, confident, convinced, I’d be looking up at Mr. Singh. What a surprise! It was Assistant Superintendent Mr. Baljit Singh, who looked as surprised as I was.

I steeled myself for a barrage of verbal abuse, certain he’d say, ‘What the hell are you doing in this closet, Bipin? Why weren’t you in class? What were you doing, in there?’ and that kind of shit, but he did something very surprising. He quickly stepped in and shut the door behind him, returning the room to darkness!

An even dimmer penlight beam than mine broke into the darkness. Quietly, saying nothing, Mr. Baljit removed the debris over me as carefully as one playing pick-up-sticks. Instinctively, I lay still. When everything was removed from me and from around me, he turned out the dim little light, reached down, grabbed me under my armpit with a strong hand and helped raise me to my feet. He didn’t let go of his grip on my armpit when I was standing and he stood extremely close to me in the darkness.

‘What the fuck you doing in here, Bipin?’ he whispered, sounding pissed. It was the first time I’d heard a teacher or staff member use the ‘F’ word.

‘Oh, just looking around,’ I whispered, lightheartedly.

‘Don’t fuck around with me, you little shit,’ he said angrily, and I realized I’d better take care.

‘I just came in here for a little privacy,’ I lied.

‘Why?’

‘I wanted to, well, jack off.’

‘Bullshit!’ he whispered emphatically. ‘I’ve watched you beat off in the can, and I’ve seen you suck cock, too!’ He sounded smugly superior. But it was a clear admission on his part that he knew of, and used, the peepholes.

‘So, you use those peepholes, too,’ I said, shifting my lower body so that my erection was suddenly pressed against him

‘What do you mean, too?’ he asked, surprised.

‘I’ve been coming in here, once or twice a day, watching these guys fuck around, watching them jack off, and jacking off with them, just like you do. You aren’t got a monopoly of voyeurism, you know. If you want proof, all you got to do is count the number of wadded tissues in that bag on the wall. If you remember how many you put in there, you’ll see there’s three times that many in there now.’ I had no idea if these lies would work, but he wasn’t backing away from the pressure of my cock and the grip on my armpit had relaxed to a fondling touch.

‘What about Vikram?’ he asked.

‘I was just going to meet him when I tripped,’ I said.

‘You mean you jack off and then go meet him, too?’ He sounded impressed.

‘Listen, I come so often during the day, it doesn’t seem to matter how often I do it. I’m always horny.’

‘You’re big, too,’ he said knowingly, a huskiness entering his voice as his body began to return the pressures from mine. He was getting aroused. I felt it through his clothing. He was buying my story.

‘You should know. You’ve seen it in action,’ I said boldly. I was stiff as iron.

‘Yes,’ he sighed, ‘you really turn me on when you’re in action. Particularly when you’re with Vikram Singh. You two are really sexy. The two sexiest students in the school!’ He was animated in his enthusiasm.

I was flattered. I figured if anyone was able to make that call, it would be him. I’d have to let Vikram know how well appreciated we are, I thought.

‘Are you and I the only guys who use these peepholes?’ I asked, trying to be casual about it.

‘Why?’ he asked suspiciously.

‘I don’t want to bump into anyone else’s time schedule.’

‘There’s only one other,’ he told me, not saying who.

‘Oh, Singh,’ I said immediately, trying to make it sound very off-handed, as though I knew it for sure.

‘How the fuck did you know that?’ he asked, annoyance back in his voice, but his crotch was now pushing against mime.

Bingo! I thought. My detective work paid off. But, aloud, I said, ‘don’t worry, I am not about to let anyone else know about us guys and this little sex-spy nest. I’m having too much fun with it, myself, to spoil it for any of us.’

‘If you want some fun, let’s go back to the cubbyhole. There’re two eye-level holes we can look through standing next to each other. We can jack off together. Want to do it?’

‘Sure,’ I agreed, immediately, letting my enthusiasm show. I knew he was testing me. I was surprised he didn’t want to go down on me or let me go down on him right then and there. But I realized, then, that voyeurs have their priorities, too, and since it was a polite invitation to some fun, I didn’t want to disappoint him. We moved quickly and quietly to the peepholes.

As we stood there, shoulder to shoulder in that tiny cubbyhole, quietly pumping away, I watched the amazing sight of a sexy looking slim swim-team member sucking the oversized cock of a football linesman, and the thought of being able to do this, being able to watch my classmates jacking-off, having circle-jerks, sucking one another off, caused me to jizz all over the wall before I could grab a tissue. But what really put me over the top was that I enjoyed the idea that my participation with my randy classmates would be under constant close observation. For me, I realized, voyeurism is a pleasure, but exhibitionism is a kick!

Mr. Baljit said nothing to me as I climbed the ladder quietly to see what else was going on. I saw Vikram coming out of a far booth with a handsome blond stud, both looking satisfied. Vikram had found a partner when I didn’t show up. Somehow, I knew it had been the right thing to do.

That evening, as I lay naked on my bed, feet apart, cock in hand, pumping strongly, enjoying myself as I remembered the day’s exciting events, I realized my first case as a private dick had concluded nicely. I’d recognized a scheme, followed the clues, interrogated witnesses, identified the conspirators, as it were, and had things well in hand! Altogether it was very satisfying.

My next case, I decided, would be the private investigation of the size of monster cock – to be conducted by applying my ass! I could hardly wait for four o’clock tomorrow to come, but just the thought of the research got me off that night!