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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 One
Serendipitously, we seemed to have come across each other's profiles at exactly the same moment:
Hi Mr Nice Guy - I noticed your track on my profile and that you "want to get to know me" - hence this message. I hesitated before contacting you because you're certainly not giving much away appearance wise (although to be honest any 30-year-old Indian guy would probably get my attention) and you seem a bit of an enigma - simultaneously wanting to play an active role and meet a nice masculine man who will show you the ropes gay sex wise. As your profile has been viewed a massive 49,000 times, I'm surprised you haven't already met Mr Right several times over - but then, that's on-line dating for you!
hello and ta for yours do you have a face pic you can send? Ram xx ps where in north london are you and what do i call you?
So, Ram you're both paranoid and fussy - that may well be why Mr Right eludes you! In answer to your questions - yes, I do have a face pic I could send - so why don't you attach your pic to your next message - or would that be too simple? My name's Alan BTW and I live in Barnet. Doubt this is going to lead anywhere fast!
hello alan and ta for yours there is in fact a 'fast' version of meeting...that would be to forget the pics and to simply meet for a chat... after all what harm could that do....? you say you are fond of Indian guys amongst others...well if we were to meet then you would definitely think i am vgl and might even find me attractive...! happy to meet for a chat to see if we get on...we may...we may not...need only take a minute to see if we do... am very laid back and so prefer no-expectation meets and will hope you feel the same let me know what you think Ram xx ps am fond of role play and have a particular fantasy which we could discuss on meeting ;)
A blind date it is then - between the vgl virile 30-year-old Indian guy and the over the hill Brit would-be sub-boi. But where would be a mutually convenient spot for both of us for an event that may take less than a minute? Perhaps a location where we could gain some solace afterward should one of us disappoint the other - a seedy gay sex club? Hampstead Heath? You never said what part of London you hail from so I have little to go on. Time-wise I'm very flexible - I can meet up most weekdays in the afternoon or anytime most weekends. I must admit you have me intrigued about what your particular roleplay fantasy might be! I have lots myself - though I must warn you that few of these involve a top guy chatting about sex rather than getting on with it!
hello alan and ta for yours
good to know youre happy to meet...though am not keen on your seedy sex club suggestion...perhaps a coffee somewhere in say brent cross? ...there is a nice coffee shop within the bookstore there...if you drive then this shouldnt take too long for you to get to...or else am open to suggestions :) can meet daytimes or evenings this week up...from friday i am busy for a few days if you felt comfortable i could travel to you for a no-expectations chat...see how we get on... can stay for as long as you want...if youre not keen when you see me then i will head back...vice versa :)
let me know what you think Ram xx
Hi Ram
What's wrong with a seedy gay sex club? I'll have you know I've had some mind-blowing times in their darkrooms and ditto late at night on Hampstead Heath! Although very hit and miss as cruising places they provide an ideal setting and an appreciative audience for sub/dom role play.
However, as I happen to know the bookshop you mention (I used to live nearby) I'm tempted to go with that suggestion - but unfortunately I already bought more than my quota of books for the month this very afternoon!
On the other hand, you coming round to my place would be a lot less embarrassing for me should you decide you need to make a rapid exit and run away after 30 seconds. It would also open up other possibilities (in the unlikely event that we were to hit it off) that even the most progressive bookshop/coffee bar in Brent Cross would struggle to compete with.
So, I'll go with this option - but as I don't want you to come all the way to see me for nothing, I've given in and attached a face pic. Let me know if you're still interested and I'll let you know the address - Thursday's the best day for me.
Cheers, Alan
hello alan and ta for yours
nice pic and nice of you to send ta
happy to meet at yours this thursday...of course if you are not keen once you get a look at me then please just say and i will head back...its not a problem :)...and i will do the same naturally but its unlikely given i think you look nice
let me know your address and the time to meet ;) Ram xx
Hi Ram
Rather than you be freaked out when you arrive and notice the house's distinctive d cor, I must alert you to the fact that my long-term partner is Indian. We have gone our own ways sexually for a number of years and having guys round for sex is not a problem - but we don't like getting in each other's way when this can easily be avoided. He'll be back from work between 6-7pm so I suggest we meet in the afternoon - hope that suits you. It's the house at the end of the row. You can easily park nearby if you come by car.
You know I'm into role play (please bear with me here) so it's important to me that you are dominant from the start regardless of me being the host. So, I'll leave the front door open for you so you can come straight in. There's a toilet on the ground floor if you need to use one. I'll wait for you in the room on the left of the entrance. What would you like me to wear for your visit? Casual clothes, gym gear, black leather - as "top" you get to decide both what and how much!
Looking forward to it.
Alan
P. S. Let me know what you like to drink and I'll make sure it's ready and waiting for you on a silver tray!
hello alan and ta for yours
will aim to arrive for about 1430hrs tomorrow... have on a blue shirt (top button undone) and grey slacks ..worn with smart black shoes and grey socks...no underwear also would like strong coffee ..i like it with milk and brown sugar...not keen on the silver tray...a wooden one would be better...failing this serve without a tray... as i enter i would like you to prepare my coffee and then be seated and please...no words except to convey a dislike to what you see....will head back see you tomorrow
Ram xx
Okay Ram - you're the boss - see you tomorrow!
Chapter Two
Six months before this on-line exchange took place, I had taken voluntary redundancy from the job I had put my life and soul into for over twenty-five years. However, after surviving several previous rounds of "restructuring" I had seen it coming well in advance and had reconciled myself to my fate, telling myself to welcome it as an opportunity to start afresh and enjoy the pleasures and pursue the interests I had missed out on in order to pursue my career. Especially since the pill had been sugared by a severance package sufficiently generous to both pay off my half of the mortgage and provide me with a modest monthly income for the rest of my days.
Freed from the burden of having to scrape a living together, I planned to travel more widely and spend more time renovating my home and garden. I also intended to work-out and swim more regularly to return my body to a state nearer to what it had been in my twenties and thirties, when I had been a keen sportsman. In addition, I proposed to fill the hole in my life created by the absence of the daily grind to fulfil one of the frustrated ambitions of my younger days by trying my hand at writing fiction.
For a quarter of a century, I'd devoted my writing talents to my job, penning endless minutes and memos, reports, press releases, leaflets, etc. while my creative impulses had been confined to keeping a record of my sexual exploits and noting down ideas for stories that I'd never had the time to flesh-out, let alone publish. Now I planned to transform these ideas and my past experiences into the hottest of gay erotic fiction. The sort that reflected the ethnic diversity of the guys I'd fucked and become friends with in London and on my travels to other parts of the world and also depict the sexual pleasures to be obtained from the sub/dom roleplay I'd come across on the leather scene.
Influenced by the diversity of gay porn on the internet, my sexual tastes had matured and broadened over the years and by my forties I'd become an experienced leather top who possessed a range of attire and equipment to go with the role. I'd also discovered the possibilities offered by on-line gay dating websites as a means of finding sex partners, in addition to cruising the club, pub and sauna scene. However, in recent years I'd grown weary of forever having to play the dominant role and found myself fantasizing about playing the submissive role in the SM sex play that I found so exciting.
Deciding now was probably my last opportunity to do something about it before I became too ancient for anyone to fancy me, I created a new persona for myself as a sub on my gay dating website in the hope of finding a suitable top guy to introduce me to the delights of sexual submission. But, perhaps unsurprisingly for a man of fifty wanting to play the sub-role, there was little interest in my profile and the few guys who were keen on meeting me turned out to be older and into something far more extreme than what I was looking for. So, I had begun to despair of ever coming across a guy that I found attractive who was into the sort of sub/dom roleplay I was looking for when the message from Ram had arrived.
Excited that he had so readily accepted it as his role to decide what I got to wear when we met, I rushed around sorting out the clothes he had specified, but must confess that I was also a little disappointed that what he had suggested was so mundane. If I were in his shoes, faced with a sub inviting me to dictate what he was to wear for our first date, I would have suggested something much more humiliating, designed to test out his willingness to submit to my power.
Maybe the lad didn't want to risk scaring me off by making too extreme a demand so early on, or perhaps he didn't want to get himself in too deep before seeing me in the flesh for the first time... On the other hand, I thought Ram's "no underwear" stipulation promising and was impressed by the masterful way he had specified so exactly that he wanted from me and had given such precise instructions: "top button undone ... strong coffee with milk and brown sugar... prepare my coffee and then be seated... no words".
His messages also displayed a wickedly dry sense of humour - taking my tongue in cheek offer of serving his drink on a silver tray straight-faced and suggesting a wooden one would be better or no tray at all! Perhaps I had at last found the self-confident and imaginative top guy that I had been searching for... However, given my previous lack of success in turning my sub fantasies into reality, it was with growing nervousness that I awaited Ram's arrival.
Five, ten, fifteen minutes elapsed...
The sun, which had been shining brightly all morning, disappeared behind a cloud and a cold breeze entered the kitchen/diner through the French windows which I had deliberately left ajar to give Ram the option of us having sex out on the patio, should this idea appeal to him.
However, when I noticed it had started to rain, I rushed outside to close the sun umbrella and remove the cushions from the garden furniture. I returned breathlessly to the kitchen a few moments later and closed the doors behind me. Thankfully there was still no sign of Ram.
The music compilation I had set playing earlier suddenly increased in tempo provoking fears that it would be too much of a distraction. So, I ejected the disk and quickly thumbed through the selection of CDs I had brought down to the kitchen until I found something I considered more suitable.
It was then that I heard the front door open.
In a panic, I rammed the disk in the player and slammed the lid closed but then had to wait while it booted up. All too aware that my visitor was slowly making his way toward me, I hurriedly pressed "play" and only then looked up to greet him.
A slightly built, Indian guy emerged into the room from the hallway to a fanfare of music. Despite his small frame and slender features Ram seemed completely at ease, in sharp contrast with my own heightened state of anxiety.
He was stylishly dressed, with a little goatee beard and moustache and wore blue cargo pants, a tight-fitting sky- blue shirt and sneakers. I hesitated to stare too closely at his face but immediately registered that he was more "vgl" than I could have dared hope!
Desperate for him not to run away, and conscious that he too must already have formed his first impression of me, I attempted to delay his departure by lamely blurting out, "Would you like some coffee?"
"You mean it isn't ready yet?" he fired back at me.
Flustered by the challenge contained in the lad's reply, but also thrilled by the acceptance it implied, I hurried across to the coffee machine to make up for this deficiency. But for some reason the damn thing didn't seem to be working properly!
I turned it on and off and on again in a panic before finally getting it right. I then quickly filled up the chamber with freshly ground coffee, aware that behind me my visitor was peering through the windows and examining the garden. While I waited impatiently for the grounds to heat up, I glimpsed over my shoulder a second time and noticed that Ram had now switched his attention back to me.
No sooner had I turned my head round to face the machine, than he came up and stood beside me and began carefully scrutinising both my face and body at close quarters. I stood by passively with my face flushed and my heart pounding, with my head down and eyes averted, silently cursing the machine for its tardiness.
Then it dawned on me what the young Indian was up to. He was checking if I was wearing the exact dress he'd specified I should have on when he arrived!
He had certainly taken me at my word when I had told him I wanted him to "play the dominant role from the start" in spite of me being the host!
When the percolator light at last flashed green, I reached across to turn on the water only to have the lad stay my hand.
"Take your clothes off first!" he demanded, completely poker-faced, leaving me unsure whether this was a reward for my compliance or a punishment for my failures.
In either case, what better way to underline my sub status and test out my obedience than by having me strip naked within two minutes of his arrival?
Although he had so far only uttered two sentences, I instantly recognised the mischievous, self-confident, deadpan style that had characterised his messages.
Thrilled by his willingness to take control, I swallowed hard and hurried to obey the young guy's command, but now filled with the added anxiety that my now gym-toned, but ancient body, might fail to live up to his expectations.
Flustered, I began nervously unbuttoning my shirt cuffs, and then realised I needed to sit down so I could remove my footwear. I hurried across to the kitchen table pulled out a dining chair and quickly dispensed with my "smart black shoes and grey socks".
After tucking them away neatly beneath my seat as though I were in a locker room, I unfastened the remaining buttons of my blue shirt (top button already undone) and stood up to unzip the "grey slacks" he had prescribed for me, folding both garments neatly on the table beside the CD player.
Now totally naked, I summoned up all the dignity I could muster and walked barefoot across the cold laminate floor to finish off the menial task allotted me.
I switched on the percolator and stood awkwardly in front of the chugging machine, embarrassed not so much from standing in the nude in my own kitchen as from keeping my potential master waiting yet again.
As the coffee slowly trickled down into his cup, Ram moved in close behind me, nestling his groin against my naked rump and then cupped my pecs in the palms of his hands.
"How much longer will I have to wait for my coffee?" he demanded, underlining my vulnerability by fondling my nipples with the tips of his fingers until they stood out erect.
Deciding this was a rhetorical question, given his instruction "please, no words", I swallowed hard and battled to complete the task he had set me as best I could.
When the machine finally filled half of his cup, I placed it on a saucer, picked up a spoon and turned to consult him on the quantity of sugar he required.
"More!" he demanded as I held out a spoonful, tweaking my nipples in tandem with his words as a means of underlining his instruction and increasing my humiliation.
"A little more... a bit more...and tiny bit more... Okay, now add the milk..."
Having trained me in seconds to respond to his slightest touch, this time he dispensed with the words and, three tweaks later, the coffee was made to his satisfaction.
"Make sure you stir it properly!" he added, backing away from my rear.
My task finally completed, Ram had me carry his drink through to the living room, where he slumped down on the sofa with a thump. I stupidly apologised for it being so hard and said that the nearby recliner might be more comfortable for him.
He ignored my suggestion, plainly annoyed that I had opened my mouth without his permission, and instead made himself at home on the sofa. I handed over his drink and he told me to move the coffee table out of the way so he could stretch out his legs.
That done, I stood attentively before him, naked, with my head bowed, awaiting his instructions, while he relaxed and sipped his drink.
After coolly looking me up and down, the young Indian demanded I peel back my foreskin so he could fully examine my cock.
I did as I was bid, stretching the covering back with some difficulty, as I was by now semi-erect, until its sticky purple head was fully exposed.
"What are those blotches on your balls?" he enquired when I held my dick out to him for closer inspection.
"Just a few burst blood vessels," I replied, "I have very fair skin..."
"Okay, okay," he interrupted before I could say any more.
"Now turn around!"
"Hmm... Bend over and hold your arse cheeks apart so I can see your hole!"
Again, I hurried to obey, the added humiliation and my eagerness to please overcoming my qualms that my body might not pass muster.
I had to stand there with my buttocks spread wide apart while he took a further sip of his coffee. "Okay, turn back round and get down on your knees."
I squatted between his legs, my head facing his groin and noticed a large bulge was filling out the front of his pants.
"Take out my cock and make it happy!"
Dry-mouthed, I unfastened Ram's leather belt, popped the top button of his jeans and unzipped his fly.
Parting the two flaps of his pants, I noted he was wearing soft cotton briefs, their dark green fabric already stretched taut over the long vertical mound that must be his dick.
I tugged down on the elasticated waistband and gently reached inside to free his straining cock, feeling its delicious smoothness for the first time.
Thick and long and growing rapidly, it was one of the handsomest cocks I had ever laid eyes on. As it continued to extend, I tenderly rolled down the foreskin and caressed its head with the tip of my tongue before greedily taking it into my mouth.
To my relief, the guy had excellent personal hygiene and every part of him smelt sweet and clean, but when his cock struck the back of my throat with me only halfway along it, alarm bells began to ring.
Why did every guy who was willing to fuck me turn out to be so generously endowed I wondered - was it the size of their cock that gave them their self-confidence?
"Take off my sneakers!" Ram commanded, interrupting my thought by suddenly separating his cock from my lips.
I slumped down on my haunches and tugged open his laces, gently pulling down on the heel so I could slide them off more easily and set them down reverentially side by side on the carpet. When I turned to examine his purple socks, wondering if I was supposed to remove these too, he pointed to his cock.
"Carry on!" he demanded, "Only this time, get it in all the way!"
It was okay for him, I thought, what more pleasant way could there be than to spend a week-day afternoon with a naked sub on his knees sucking your dick, eager and willing to obey your every command however humiliating it might be!
I'd never enjoyed sucking cock all that much and had rarely done it deep throat on such a well-endowed guy before - but it looked like I would have to get used to it now if I wasn't to risk pissing off the most promising top I'd come across after months of searching!
So, I quickly resumed my sucking, briefly massaging the head of his cock with my tongue before slowly sliding his shaft deeper into my mouth until it reached the back of my throat once more - but there was still at least a couple of inches more to come! Unless I lifted my head to align my windpipe with his cock it could progress no further!
Fortunately, at least for the moment, Ram seemed satisfied with my attempts to give him pleasure, but I realised that deep throat cock-sucking was a skill that I was going to have to master in the very near future, as it was clearly something any self-respecting top would expect his sub to offer him as a matter of course...
Thus far, confusing submission with passivity, I had stuck rigidly to doing only what Ram had demanded of me and nothing more - with the result that despite my excitement my own prick was far from rigid. But as I went down on him once again, I realised that if I was to succeed in getting myself fully aroused, I needed to focus my mind less on my fears and more on how attractive I found the young Indian.
Noting how much he relished pleasure, I decided I needed to do my absolute best to provide him with as much of it as I could.
Drawing on my years of experience on the gay scene of what turns young guys on sexually, I determined to abandon my passivity and actively make love to the boy's cock and whatever other tiny scrap of his anatomy he cared to offer me - not least as a means of distracting him from my cock-sucking failings.
So, I began to take the initiative, tentatively fondling his smooth skinned thighs and gently stroking the back of his silky ball sack with my fingers in order to augment his pleasure as I continued to suck. When he made no objection, I slid his cock from my mouth and slowly ran my tongue up and down the entire length of his shaft.
As my excitement built, I started wanking myself, breathing in his intoxicating scent with relish as I gradually engulfed his dick once again. I then reached up to his chest to find his nipples through the thin cotton fabric of his shirt and began tweaking them in the hope of providing him with additional pleasure.
The boy seemed to be enjoying all I was doing to him, but when I started to wank him too, this proved to be a step too far. He grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled my hand away from his cock - perhaps he was worried about cumming too quickly?
Whatever the reason, I meekly retreated from his groin, a little shaken by the sudden rejection and waited shamefaced on my knees for his next instruction.
"Take off my pants!" he demanded.
Relieved, that all he wanted was his clothes out of the way, I jumped to obey, more than happy to undress as much of his slender brown body as he cared to reveal to me.
Seizing on it as an opportunity to demonstrate just how willing I was to worship him, I gently eased the lad's cargo pants and cotton slip downwards, folded them neatly and placed them on the empty seat of the recliner, treating each item as though it were precious.
With his lower body now free of encumbrances, he slid down from his sitting position and lay with his back on the seat of the sofa, holding his legs up in the air.
"Now lick out my arse!" he commanded, looking me directly in the eyes.
Despite my earlier resolution to please the handsome Indian come what may, I faltered. This was a sexual practice that I knew carried significant health risks and as a consequence I had only rarely undertaken in the past - usually in the dark when my passion had overcome my usual caution - and certainly never in cold blood, on demand, in order to give another guy pleasure.
But what choice did I have? How would he react if I refused?
I stared back at the boy's face - his impassive expression not only told me that this task was non-negotiable but also that he obtained sadistic pleasure from witnessing my dilemma.
I swallowed hard and shifted my gaze to peer down at the youngster's upturned buttocks.
Beneath his scrotum, a forest of curly black hairs obscured the position where his hole should have been located. I shuddered, but nevertheless forced my head downwards and, holding my breath, slid my nose deep into his crack. I placed a kiss where I judged his anus to be and, in this most ignominious of positions, slowly inhaled.
Finding that his arse, like the rest of his body, was not only perfectly clean but also deliciously scented, I finally relented and began to lubricate his arse with my saliva.
"Get your tongue right into it!" Ram then demanded, spurring me on to humiliate myself still further.
I closed my eyes and harnessed my overwhelming desire to please the stunningly handsome Indian to help me overcome my lifelong inhibition, by parting the copious hairs surrounding the circle of his anus with my fingers and gradually prising my tongue between the tight lips of its rim and into the cavity beyond.
To be continued...
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