We are a product of our thoughts and emotions. Many a time we surprise ourselves for entertaining not only indecent thoughts but even those we thought never existed in the creases of our minds. The following story is one such experience. I would love to have your opinions, suggestions and criticism about the story. A story like this, just like my earlier stories 'Sleeping With The Enemy', and `Love never Dies' has to be written in the first person to bring out its full flavour. All the characters are products of my imagination and bear no resemblance to anyone real. By the way, thank you for your responses to my earlier stories
INDECENT PROPOSALS
It was the last flight from Delhi to Mumbai. It is normally used by the business executives, who after finishing the day's work in corporate and government offices return to their own city. On that particular day the flight wasn't at all full. Even though hard drinks are not served on domestic flights, it has generally been the policy of our airlines to overlook people having drinks on just this one flight. Most people bring their own hip flasks and the airlines provides small eats such as roasted almonds and cashew nuts. As compared to other flights, the in flight staff, on that flight, has a relaxed time since normally the business people are well behaved and non-demanding. However, that day was tough for all of us since Anjali, our versatile air-hostess, had taken ill at the last moment and I, as the male steward or purser, had to do more than the usual. The aircraft had already been used for two flights that day and I looked forward to a little rest during the last flight.
I noticed this boy of about twenty-three immediately after he got into the plane. These days, because of the IT boom in India, many executives are rather young but he looked even more boyish than the usual that I had seen. He had an air of insouciance about him as if he owned the world, or at least that plane. Every now and then he would press the call switch and demand something or the other. It wasn't very cold but he still asked for a blanket. One would have expected him to go to sleep after we had served light dinner. However, clearly there was something fascinating on his notebook and all his attention was riveted on to it. On a free seating plan, he had opted to sit in the last row, window seat, and there was no one anywhere close to him since the next two rows were vacant. Normally, Anjali and I would have sat there after finishing our chores since we usually managed the aft serving counter. Payal and Rima, the other two air hostesses, managed the front cabin and sat on the crew seats in front. In the aft section, in the absence of Anjali, I was alone.
As soon as the dinner was over and we had finished collecting the trays, the cabin lights were dimmed to enable the executives to rest their weary limbs after a hard day of work. I could have gone and sat on the other side of the aisle from the brat but I was curious to know as to what kept him so engrossed in his laptop. So I slid into the seat next to him.
I turned to the screen and couldn't believe my eyes. This insolent boy of twenty-three had the temerity to be watching a porn movie on his laptop! He had the earplugs in and hence I couldn't hear a word. But on the screen was a man on his knees, in front of a totally naked man and sucking his cock. It is at this time that I understood why this boy had asked for a blanket. I could make out the outline of his cock under the blanket and his hand was moving on it. I had no doubt in my mind that he had taken it out of his jeans and underwear.
It was shocking indeed. You have to imagine this: a flight full of people, most of them dozing and some reading newspapers and magazines or working on their laptops; and in the last row was this boy happily masturbating whilst watching a porn movie. If that was not scandalising enough, what was brasher was the fact that he hadn't stopped even after he knew I had taken the next seat and discovered what he was doing. The airlines teach us to retain our cool even in the most adverse conditions but I had never come across anything like this.
Before I could react, he took out his hand from under the blanket and placed it on mine. It was moist with his precum. Looking back, I don't know why I went into a trance. It is as if someone had suddenly stolen my voice. Else, why did I watch helplessly when he held my hand and guided it to his cock under the blanket? The least I could have done was to have abruptly gotten up and shifted my seat. Why didn't I do any such thing? Why was I simply mesmerized? How could I be hypnotized by this no-good, crude and shameless boy? What can be more undignified than to be made to hold his cock under the blanket?
Looking back, I still can't believe that the first touch was electric and not revolting. The boy had forced my hand there but it was me who entwined my fingers around his shaft. Simply incredible. How could the boy have known my reaction? What if I had screamed and shamed him by exposing him in the presence of others? How would have the boy known that out of all the air stewards, he would come across a timid one like me who wouldn't ever want to make a scene?
"Do me" he whispered his command, whilst removing the blanket and exposing his cock to me. There was no guilt, shame, shyness or pleading in his voice. It is as if he was used to people around him obeying him. His cock stood proud and erect. One can picture it as an obscene act but frankly it was fascinating.
In my forty years of life I had quite a few sexual encounters but all of these were with women. Since I am the submissive type, some of them have made me do things which can well be called humiliating. However, nothing in my life had prepared me for the utter mortification that I faced now. His cock was hard and quite long and thick for a boy of his age. It had a youthful freshness about it. I was still holding it but my mind was going through the most ambidextrous feelings ever. "He is using you, you asshole", one part of me told the other, "Leave his cock now and give him a punch in the nose that he deserves." Promptly came the response from the other part of me, "But look at the beauty of his young cock! What can be the harm of having this experience too? Life can only be richer by the experience. Also, no one would know!"
"For heavens sake", said my saner self to me, "He is using you as a whore. Is this what you joined the airlines for -- to become a bitch?"
"Yes, but look at the intensity in his eyes. At his age I won't have been even half as bold" my other half reasoned.
My intense battle of wits would have gone on and on but the boy had once again taken control. He wrapped his own hand around mine and started moving my hand up and down the length of his cock. In the movie on his screen, the cocksucker had started kissing, tonguing and sucking with increased gusto and the close up of the man whose cock was being sucked showed how much he was enjoying it. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that none of this was happening. Surely, no one could have forced me to masturbate him. When I opened my eyes I saw that the boy had removed his hand and indeed now I was masturbating him without any help from him. There was a smug expression on his face as if he knew I would come around.
"Look at yourself, man, you are a natural masturbator. I can make out you are liking it."
It filled me with unspeakable shame. I should have stopped right in the beginning. He perhaps knew my true nature by now and was emboldened to take advantage of it. Still this abject surrender was uncalled for.
"Suck me" he whispered with confident authority.
"No" my response was sudden and vehement -- almost a reflex action.
"I can bet you would like it" he insisted.
Now here was a chance to show him in poor light. "How much?" I heard myself ask. Indecent proposal alright but I would make him pay for it.
"How much what?" he asked.
"How much you want to bet?" I asked with defiance.
"Anything you say", he said, with supreme confidence.
If I could make him lose something substantial, surely he would never be so bold as to humiliate a total stranger like me again. I turned to his laptop and said, "I bet you your laptop I wouldn't like it. I have never done it earlier or even fancied doing it."
He should have called it off. He should have sensed it that I could, at the end of the act, insist that I didn't like it. After all when it came to my likes and dislikes, my word was the final. He should have sensed that nothing would be a more certain loss to him than this crazy wager. In any case, as far as I was concerned, the only reason I had told him about the laptop bet was so that he would realise the futility of it and call it off. Hence, even before the act, I would have called his bluff and put him in his place.
He surprised me immensely by saying, "I accept. You are on."
I felt cornered. This boy of twenty-three had turned the tables on me. First, he had forced me to masturbate him and now, he had got me into a position whence I had to suck his cock in order to win a bet!
I made a last ditch effort, "But what if one of the passengers got up to visit the toilet?"
"Don't worry", he hastened to add, "I shall keep an eye and warn you and shall quickly cover myself with blanket."
I was now totally trapped. I looked at his cock, which had perked up during the negotiation and now stood trembling and expectant. I looked at the young boy's face. He had an arrogant smirk on his face as if he had already predicted it would turn out in this manner. His eyes beckoned me to bend down and keep my part of the wager.
I resigned myself to bending down over the boy's lap, with my face only an inch or so above his cock. His scent was overpowering: wanton young flesh with his precum. I hesitated. Seven thousand metres above the ground, for the first time in my life, I was to suck another man. Irrespective of whether I won the bet or not, for the rest of my life, I would become a cocksucker. Nothing could be more humiliating than losing my total dignity in front of a kid. What if I called off the bet? I could just pretend as if the Captain had called me and go away from the pernicious influence of this boy. Before I could put this plan into action he held my head and forced my mouth down on his cock. Even then he wouldn't have succeeded except that even the elements were helping him. The plane passed through a cloud patch and bounced, forcing the tip of his cock to enter my mouth. A little more bounce and more of his length entered.
I was cocksure I wouldn't like the taste. My bias, upbringing and proclivities had signaled to my mind that having a man's cock in your mouth is shameful, evil, degrading and utterly bitchy. With this background I expected it to taste horrible, more so when I was forced to do it. Hence, it shredded my bias to bits to realise that it didn't taste bad at all. On the other hand it tasted really delicious, a little salty but at the same time sweet, fragrant, fresh and musky. Nevertheless, since I had been brought up with the perception that cock-sucking is an act of the sissy as compared to the dominant macho male, it was still repulsive for me to think of me, a man of forty, having been reduced to being a puppet at the hands of a mere boy. I guess it is only a question of one's desires. I was doing something that I hadn't desired but the boy had desired of me, which clearly had put me in a submissive and subordinate position.
I just held his cock in my mouth without moving or doing anything. Through the corner of my eyes I was watching the screen of the laptop and if I wanted, I would have imitated the man on his knees. I had also seen cock-sucking in a few movies. However, the very shame of the act did not permit me to actively start sucking the boy's cock
"Come on" said the brat, "You won't know whether you like it or not until you actually suck it. Of what use is our bet unless you suck it and make me cum."
Whilst laying the wager I hadn't thought of it. I had thought that I would just put it in my mouth and declare that I didn't like it. But now the boy had put another meaning to it altogether. Our bet was on only if I actively sucked him and made him cum! I should have thought of it!
I started moving my mouth up and down in the sucking motion. He took out the ear plugs of his laptop and inserted these in my ears and I started hearing, "^Åoh, ah^Å.it feels good^Å.oh, you really know how to suck^Åoh^Åah^Å"
It is as if the words were being spoken for me and not for the man on his knees in the movies. I started sucking the boy's cock with renewed energy. "^Åoh, bitch^Åyou are really good^Å.come move your wet tongue on my cock and balls."
It was becoming increasingly hard for me to decide whether the exhortations were for me or for the cocksucker in the movie but I responded to each one of them mechanically. By this time the boy's cock had started tasting heavenly.
"Oh, come on my bitch, come on my cumslut^Åfaster, faster^Å"
I increased the pace of my sucking him and at this juncture I crossed the threshold from being what I was to being a full fledged cock sucker. I realised that I was doing it on my own. I realised that my tongue was snaking out to taste the underside of the boy's cock and also his balls. I realised that I liked the tickling caused on my face and especially my nostrils by his silky and jet black pubic hair. I surprised myself by realising that even when his cock slipped out, I was plunging forward to take more and more of his flesh in my mouth. I was going faster and faster and the boy was jumping up and down to actively fuck me in my mouth.
"^Åoh, ah^Åoh my god^Å, my whore, my bitch, my cumslut^ÅI am cummminng^Åoh, don't stop and keep sucking till the last drop^Å.don't let even a drop fall out and mess up things^Å.."
His cock swelled suddenly and exploded in my mouth its wonderful honey. I responded to the endearments and sucked every drop of it. It is only after I had finished gulping most of his gooey cum that I became aware that the last of the endearments had come directly from the boy and not through the earplug! I released his cock and raised my head. I saw that a trail of his hot cum had been left on his cock and on the exposed part of his waist.
"Oh, you are really good", said the boy, "But you have dirtied me up despite my warning. Now come on lick it all up."
It must be really mortifying to obey a command like this, but I had gone past caring. I bent down again and licked the cum of his dripping cock and even tongued his waist clean.
I had just finished doing it when there was a tinkle of call bell summoning me to seat 27D. I adjusted my tie and rushed there. An old lady wanted a glass of water. It started a chain reaction. When I finished with all these, it was time to land at Mumbai. I made a quick inspection to ensure all seats were upright and seat belts were fastened. `Crew at your landing stations' announced the Captain and once again I slid in the seat next to the boy. I didn't want to confront him or look at him or talk to him. Fortunately, neither did he. He packed the laptop in the carrying case and handed it to me. There was no regret in his face or anger.
"Keep it", I told him, "I haven't yet decided whether I liked it or not". I wish I had photographed the grin on his face, a superior, self-assured smile, which conveyed to me how sure he was of winning this bet. I instantly looked down in shame.
Screeching of tyres on tarmac and then Rima announced the landing at Mumbai. I helped people get out from the rear door. The boy was the first one to leave and once again I was in a dilemma whether I was happy to see him go away from my life once and for all or regretted it. Since I couldn't do anything about the second part, I decided that it would be alright for me to feel happy to be rid of the abrasive boy who had succeeded using me as a whore. My whole life would change because of what he had done to me but at least I won't have to see him again. With time, I would become a `normal' person again.
After everyone had left, I took out my bag from the overhead locker meant for the Crew Only' and then I noticed a white visiting card on the seat vacated by the boy. Sanjay -- Vice President Marketing FK Computers' it said and his office number and mobile number and office address were given. It filled me with further degradation to realise that I had made him agree to bet on something whose loss wouldn't have mattered much to him in his position whereas the loss of my virginity was precious indeed. I turned the card and he had written in black scrawl, `I knew you would like it, bitch'. I closed my fists in rage. The journey from the airport to my apartment in Andheri passed in total chagrin. Payal and Rima tired to make light conversation but my mind was elsewhere.
In my apartment, sleep was farthest from my troubled mind. I stripped and stood in front of the full length mirror. I reassured myself that I am reasonably well built since I work out regularly. I have a soft countenance but still decidedly manly. No one can ever call me feminine or sissy or a mild mannered pervert, I concluded. I had never entertained thoughts about being with a man, feeling or sucking his cock. I can't say that I detested the idea. It is just that I never thought I would ever do it. And yet, the ease with which Sanjay had made me masturbate and suck him in the plane was something. How would he have known my response? Some of the girls like Anjali and Arti have made me perform cunnilingus on them but it had never seemed so humiliating. I had read it somewhere that there is a theory that gays are born so and yet it had been forty years and I had never once imagined myself doing it with another male.
I went to bed stark naked. The pictures of my holding Sanjay's cock in my hand and mouth were constantly emerging on the screen of my mind. "I hated him and hated myself for doing it", one part of me spoke to the other in my normal manner of making peace with all self-doubts.
"But it tasted good and smelled good', the other part responded. At this my cock perked up and surprised me. I held it in my hand and started stroking it.
"But what about being used as a whore?" the first part insisted.
"Yes, but why are you ashamed to admit you actually liked it, it was wonderfully sinful, totally depraved and hence fascinating. Do you remember the smoothness of the skin even when hard?....How about the curly hair?....those perfect balls^Å.." my hand had started moving faster and when it came to the memories of Sanjay bursting in my mouth, I came in streaks of uncontrolled joy. I was quick to realise that never before in my life an orgasm had been so total and satisfying. However, I was still ashamed to admit to myself that I had liked sucking Sanjay's cock. I needed help I thought to myself; otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep. I looked at the clock. It was just passed midnight. Would Trevor be awake in his apartment? Trevor had been my best friend for years. He and his wife Sheila were like a brother and sister to me and I often went to them. I liked playing with their young son Jonathan. I downed a gown and went to their apartment on the same floor. I saw a light under the door and knocked. Trevor and Sheila were surprised to see me at this time of the night but asked me in. Fortunately, Jonathan was asleep in his room.
Sheila was the first one to notice that something was troubling me. She poured me a brandy and made me comfortable on the sofa and said, "Okay, tell us all. What exactly is the matter?"
I almost burst out crying. Trevor and Sheila are consultant psychiatrists but my interaction with them has always been as friends and not professionally. I didn't know where to start as I ruminatively sipped my brandy. Finally, I decided that if there were two people on earth whom I could trust with my life, Trevor and Sheila were these. I decided to bare all starting with my sliding into the seat next to Sanjay and ending with my sucking his cock. I even shared with them how I had masturbated in my room thinking about the incident and how I had a volcanic eruption. All through the narration I sobbed and cried and never looked up.
Sheila refilled my snifter and both of them then explained to me that all emotions are tricks of the mind. No act by itself is humiliating or degrading but our perception and self-image makes it so. Sometimes, physically we may like something but our own bias doesn't let us like it as it may be seen socially abhorrent. They talked to me for more than an hour and reassured me that I would do more harm to myself by denying that I liked the act of sucking Sanjay's cock. Human beings, they told me, use sex for pleasure in addition to reproduction and the form of achieving pleasure was totally a personal thing as long as it didn't hurt anyone. In my case, they told me, I felt humiliated only because I felt I was used. It was up to me to make amends and be a winner.
As I listened to them a plan was already forming in my mind and I decided to put it through. I thanked them and returned to my room. I stripped to go to sleep. I imagined my sucking Sanjay's cock and did not force myself to imagine that it was humiliating. On the other hand I built up the atmosphere of both of us at the back seat and imagined the comicality of my sucking his cock with at least another ninety people in the plane. For the first time I paid attention to his cum, the gooey stuff that filled my mouth. Nothing on earth had tasted as good! I stroked myself thinking of all this and reached another earthshaking climax. I slept like a child after that.
A few days later I telephoned Sanjay in his office.
"Sanjay" he answered, "Who is speaking?"
"I am^Å." I started but I didn't know what to say. But then I remembered Trevor and Sheila and said, "I am the one who sucked your cock in the plane and^Å."
"And what?" he asked with supreme patience.
"And^Å" I said with the confidence injected in me by Trevor and Sheila, "^Åwho liked it."
His laughter was like glockenspiel, "And what is more is^Å.." he started and I ended, "^Åand, I want you again."
In the evening I waited for him at the gate. He drove a Merc and parked it and we went to my apartment. I offered him a drink but he declined. I made him sit on the sofa and took out his shoes and socks. I undid the buckle on his trousers belt, unzipped his fly and lowered his trousers. I planted a kiss at his crotch through his white underwear and then yanked his underwear down to expose his hero. I stroked it to the same hardness as I had seen in the plane and then kissed its tip. I then kissed all the way down his shaft to his balls and pubic hair and then kissed all the way up to the head again. I took out my tongue and licked him all over and then inserted his rod in my mouth.
"You love being a cocksucker and a cumslut, don't you?" he asked me.
"You bet I do" I replied confidently. My own cock was rock hard in my jeans. I quickly got out of my clothes and made him naked too. After that I settled on the floor in front of him and sucked him like a vacuum cleaner. I enjoyed bobbing my head up and down the length of him. I dominated him totally with the intensity of my desire and he was begging me to suck him harder and faster. It was marvelous to see him cum in ribbons of white and sticky honey. I licked every drop of it without being told.
Afterwards we stood in each other's arms near my bed. All shame about being made to suck his cock in the plane had left me now that I had done it with my own will and desire! He looked at my cock and said, "I think your hero requires servicing too." He stood behind me with his limp and wet cock touching my buttocks and reached for my cock. I tingled with the sensation of his hand on my shaft. It was excruciatingly joyful when he started stroking it. Very soon I came over the bedroom rug.
There was still one more score to be settled and I didn't know how to get him to the same. However, he on his own provided me with the opportunity by saying, "I bet you would like my cock in your ass"
This was one thing I was absolutely sure about that I wouldn't like. I knew about the pain of penetration and I detested pain. Since I had already sucked his cock and had become a confirmed cocksucker by now, there was no more shame and humiliation involved in offering him my asshole. He was in my apartment and I had invited him and he wasn't even remotely forcing me to do it with him. Hence, I only looked at the opportunity to settle score: to win a bet whereas the earlier one he had made me lose with an unfair advantage. This time I would make the stakes so high that he would cringe!
"I bet I won't like it", I told him with vehemence; "I would never be a bottom."
"In that case" he said, "You'd be sure to win. Ask for anything."
"Anything?" I asked incredulously.
"Anything", he confirmed.
"Alright, lets settle for your Mercedes" I told with defiance, knowing that would stop him in his tracks.
There was no hesitation in his voice when he said, "What's a Merc in comparison to your shapely ass. You are on."
I closed my eyes and straightway dreamt about owning a Merc. Obviously, Sanjay had bitten more than he could chew and I imagined myself dropping him back home in - what would at that time be -- my Merc! I would love to see his defeated face when he got out of -- what used to be -- his car!
He kissed me on my lips and wandered his hands all over my naked back and ass. I made a mental note to hide every touch and every sensation in the crevices of my mind to be pulled out on a later day. So far it felt good and nice but I knew I would win when he caused me the pain of penetration. For the first time in my life I was completely confident of winning. He lowered me on my bed and lifted my feet and legs up. He started kissing me all over, on my lips, cheeks, ears, eyes, forehead, and came lower down to my neck and nipples. My whole body started trembling with a wonderful electric sensation. However, still I reminded myself that the pain of penetration would make him lose his bet. He had started kissing my waist and even inserted his tongue in my navel. He kissed all the way on my thighs and knees and calves and then even my feet.
He turned me over on my tummy and kissed his way up from my toes, on to my ankles and back of my thighs. He planted a kiss on my buttocks and I involuntarily jumped with the excitement. Once again my other self needed reassurance that it was alright since penetration would fuck up everything. He kissed me a dozen times on my buttocks and then gently spread my ass cheeks. He put my own hands there to hold them in that position. He bent down to kiss my asshole and inserted his wet tongue there. All this is very fine I thought; wait till he enters me. His cock is thick and long and it would rip my innards apart and I would scream with pain and it would all end up disastrously.
The touch of his finger at my hole also felt alright. He spat on my hole and I knew now was the time. It was too good to last. My whole body tensed up, therefore, when he put his finger inside me and held it there. "Aha", I said to myself, "Now we shall see him cringe."
Nothing of that took place. There was a sudden pain but as more of his finger went inside it suddenly felt good. There was a strange burning in my asshole but the finger was as if causing it and at the same time quenching it! "Don't worry", I reassured myself silently, "It is only because the finger is thin and small. Sanjay's cock would be something to scream about."
Sanjay had meanwhile started rotating his finger inside me and it felt marvelous. He also started moving it in and out in a fucking motion and even though I never wanted my body to respond it had already started responding. I cursed my body for being a traitor. "Imagine the Merc", I entreated my body to consider, "Don't give it all away by enjoying the fuck, for heavens sake!"
I think, by this time, my body had gone past listening to my sane exhortations. My ass, as if totally independently and without any effort from me, had started jumping up and down to meet the fucking strokes of Sanjay's finger. Fortunately my mind was still under my total control and I knew that it would trigger my scream when Sanjay's cock would enter me.
Sanjay took out his finger and once again motioned my hands to open my ass cheeks. He put my pillows under my groin to raise my ass and opened my legs wide. Ah, there it comes now! "I would win, I would win", I had already started chanting silently. Sanjay positioned himself between my legs and put the tip of his cock at my hole. I closed my eyes. He gave a slight push and the tip of his cock buried in my hole. I closed my eyes with force and also took my hands way from my ass cheeks and closed my fists on the bed in front of me.
It ripped me apart? Yes, it did. It caused me intense pain? Yes, it did. Then why didn't I scream? It is because by the time I could scream he pushed a little more of his cock inside and suddenly it crossed the boundary from intense pain to blissful ecstasy. It was a late discovery. If I had known about it at that time, as now I know, I won't have ever laid a bet like that. Obviously, I got myself fucked for nothing! But was it nothing? It had only just started. I clenched my fists more, which had by now become clammy with my sweat. I willed more of his cock to go inside me and he responded to my unspoken demand. Soon he was deep inside me and he rested his body atop mine.
"Fuck me", I whispered to him with urgency.
"Why?" he asked teasingly.
"So I can make out whether I like it or not!"
"Here it comes then", he said and started pumping me. In and out it went, forcefully, surely but lovingly. I jumped up and down to meet every stroke just as I had done for his finger. Faster and deeper it went. "What about the Merc?" my mind asked my body. "Fuck the Merc", the body answered, "It couldn't have taken me on a more pleasurable ride!" At the next stroke the mind too agreed and started a ride of its own!
Trevor and Sheila were right: if you like it why deny it? Why resist it?
More was yet to come. Sanjay's fucking me had increased in tempo and soon reached a crescendo. With every stroke my breath flew out of me and he too was humping like mad. Then he didn't warn me about his cumming but filled my innards with the flood of his juices -- hot, wet and sticky and collapsed on top of me.
We lay like that for a few minutes, exhausted but totally satiated. Nothing stirred between us. The world stood still. And then he asked quietly, "Well? Do you like it or not?"
"I don't know", I whispered back, "Do it to me once more to help me make up my mind!"