ADULT FRIENDS
My American Dick
By Kumaralingam
My American Dick Chapter 1
By Kumaralingam
The Author holds the copyright to this fiction story. All restrictions of laws apply.
Dick wrote tersely that the last six months had been hell for him. On the personal front, he was finally rid of his bitch of a wife. In the bargain he had lost his job - the bitch was not without influence. But luckily he had now found a new job in Singapore. So he was stopping by in Chennai on his way from New York, even if it was for just for two days. Would I be able to make time for him? Would I? Ha, if he only knew.
Truth be told, I would have done anything for him. I had been completely distraught and depressed since he had left suddenly all those months ago. Dick had been my boss for a year. He had come to India as the American consultant to Spectra Electronics, a multinational firm I had joined right after my graduation from University of Chennai in software design.
I am Kumar. I am 21 years old and have a caf‚ latte complexion (Dravidian genes). I am tall for an Indian at 6 feet and if not exactly handsome, I am muscular even if slightly overweight. Strangely, I the fat in my body gathered on my chest and my full round ass. I had bright eyes and an easy smile that made dimples in my cheeks. Girls found me cute and liked me, but I preferred boys. As in a vast majority of cases in India, I am gay but closeted.
With the spread of the internet, getting laid was never a problem. Right from my school days there were any number of guys who were willing and I was an eager learner. I learned early on that despite my fat 6.5 inch dark uncut cock, I was a passionate bottom. I loved to suck cock and getting fucked but although I was versatile, I did not like the reverse as much. I was quite straight acting on the street but could turn wantonly slutty in bed. I had had a few sexual liaisons and encounters as a student. But when I got a job my family started broaching the subject of finding me a wife. Hell no way! I wanted a husband. But how could I tell them? I fobbed them off saying I wanted to get more firmly settled in my career.
Meanwhile, our new handsome blond boss, Dick Schneider, was driving us to work hard. He himself was hardworking and inspiring in his diligence. Besides, the one night stands and quickies in hotel rooms were losing their excitement. I wanted more but did not quite know what I wanted. My visits to Gaydar and Gayromeo dwindled. I focused on work, and there was plenty of it. My job as software writer in the Program Design department meant I had to work long hours. My boss interacted with clients and translated their software needs into actual programs conceptually. But it was left to me actually write those programs out and make them work in practice. Between work at the office and servicing overseas client demands I was left with no time for myself.
One day, about seven months into my job, Dick asked me to stay back after office hours to finish a project we had to submit to some big clients in the US in a couple of days. I did as he asked and set to work. But around 10 PM I realized that I needed some data that I did not have. I sent my boss a message saying that I had finished everything but the part that needed the missing data. Almost immediately my phone rang. It was my boss.
"Kumar, I did not expect you to stay back so late to finish it! I know we lack that bit of data. The clients are sending it anytime now as it is their work time now. Have you had any food?"
"I was thinking about going down the street to the McDonalds and have a sandwich or something, Boss," I replied, adding that since I had stayed back, I would rather download the data and finish the work before calling it a day.
"Thank you Kumar, you are a good chap," said my boss.
I set the computer to download the data from our client's website and went down for a quick bite. When I returned, lo and behold! I found Dick Schneider sitting in my chair. He was analyzing the data that had just been downloaded.
"Oh boss, I did not expect you here," I said surprised.
"I thought I would come and give you a hand," he smiled.
That night we worked sitting side by side in the common area for another couple of hours. Each of us was doing one part of the work; we would put them together once we were finished. For the first time, I became aware of him as a man. He was the first white man I had got to know personally. He must have been around 35. His big, hairy frame and his personal smell were beginning to arouse me. He had come dressed in a tight t-shirt and knee-length shorts. His shoulders were wide and his hairy legs were thick. I stole glances at him whenever I could.
He was the first to finish.
"Let me get us a cup of coffee," he said, sending me his part of the analyzed data to be fed into my program.
He headed for the Nescafe dispenser in the office pantry. I was feeding in his data and finishing the task at hand when he returned. He put a cup of coffee on the table for me and peered over my shoulder to check what was showing on my computer screen. His face was behind my neck and I could feel his breath on my ear. Earlier in the evening, I had taken off my tie off and opened a couple of my shirt buttons. And now, I knew that from his angle, my plump smooth chest would have been visible with my large dark nipples in clear sight. From behind my shoulder I felt his eyes dwell on them. My nipples erected with goose bumps. I froze in fear and embarrassment.
He did not show any reaction and continued to read through the program I had created.
"You did it Kumar! You wrote that complex program by yourself. And in record time too!" and exclaimed.
He clapped my back and his hand lingered on my neck as he smiled at me. I blushed -- but thankfully we darkies don't show the red color, we only feel our ears burning. I sat back smiling, basking in his praise. He was smiling back and looking at me openly.
As we sipped our coffee he asked me if I lived far away and how I would go back. I told him I had a motorcycle and that I lived alone in the suburbs as my family lived in another part of the state. I asked him if his driver had driven him to the office. He said he had taken a taxi as he did not wish to disturb the driver at night. I told him if did not mind riding pillion I could drop him back as his home was on my way home.
"That would be cool, Thank you!" he replied.
Then I asked if his wife would not be disturbed if he returned so late from the office.
"Oh Lilly left three weeks ago for the States, so I am as alone as you," he said somewhat bitterly.
We finished our work and headed out. Downstairs in the parking lot, I got on my bike and started it. He hopped on the back seat and sat tight behind me. His heat and smell was really driving me nuts now but I concentrated on the road. But that was not easy as he kept talking to me in my ear, making remarks about the cool night and how great it was to be riding on a bike etc, etc. When we bumped on a pot-hole he held on to my shoulder and his crotch slipped even closer to my ass. I imagined a hot hard lump there. All too soon, we were at his bungalow and I stopped the bike.
He got off nimbly, clasping my shoulder saying, "Good Night Kumar, you are a cool guy."
As I turned the bike my headlight caught him at the curbside and I thought I saw him adjust a huge hard on in his shorts. Come on! I told my dirty slutty mind, he is a married man; this has to be pure imagination.