A New Teacher part 3 by Aihu Fist
I was up and all cheery, with butterflies in my stomach, which even my mamaji had noticed.
"God!... My darling, what on earth has happened to you? You're as jittery as a bug! I am glad to see that you are happy to go to school, and that's how it should be."
"Definitely! Now that I am taking extra lessons with my tutor my English is improving."
"Is that the Angresi (Englishman) you pointed out the other day in the Chandi Chowk Bazaar?"
"Yes! And, he likes me a lot."
"Well, maybe sometime we ought to invite him for tea. He seems to be well off and very polite."
"Mother, would you please buy me some more Spiderman underpants?"
"What for? I just got you a new pair the other day, where are they?"
I was about to tell the second lie in my life.
"A boy in class must have stolen them from the locker room"
Growing silent and examining me from head to toe, she said:
"I think it is very strange for boys to do that, but maybe I don't understand you youngsters as much as I would like to. Come here, meera batcha (my child). She hugged me tightly in her arms while rubbing me on the back like only mothers can do.
"I will buy you another pair today. Pink, again?"
She smiled in a cheeky way.
"Now get dressed and finish your rice, dear, and don't forget to take a drink to school. By the way, you have plenty of other underwear with your favorite cartoon characters on them!"
After entering the bathroom, I removed my pajamas. Then, I climbed into the tub and splashed water all over myself. I was sparkling from head to toe. The soap ran off me wetting the floor. I loved to bathe and scrub my skin until it got red. I just wondered why my body and underclothing seemed to turn on adults.
As I ran down Ho Chi Ming Street, passing through the park where Matthew had met his friend, I realized I had forgotten to do my homework. But worse, I was wearing my Superman undies: I didn't want yet another pair to be stolen by Alanda. Where could I go to get rid of them? It was broad daylight, and there weren't any public toilets around.
I usually went to class by foot, but now it was an emergency. Perhaps, I should take the Metro to Mintu Park: It had plenty of WC's. The few rupees I had previously saved would just get me there. And, from that location, it was only one street over to my school.
The underground as usual was packed with people. My skinny self squeezed between the potbellies of businessmen. Exiting from the designated station I ran at top speed through the gate. Fortunately, the facilities were free to use.
The cubicle, in which I entered, was filthy, as all Indian toilets are. Furthermore, I couldn't lock the door. Looking around to see if I was alone I observed in the distance a few men loitering and others reading a daily. I stripped off my shorts and glanced once more before removing the Superman panties.
The walls of the cubicle were scribbled all over with pictures of big cocks squirting like the teacher's did the other day. People had even left cell phone numbers for the users to read. My Bengali language was rather poor, since my parents thought it was best that I only mastered English and Hindi. I was so intrigued by the drawings, and what they said, that I had lost all track of time.
"Can I help you, kid?" someone said behind me.
Dear Lord!... I was caught red-handed by a stranger with my bottom naked for him to see.
But, the man placed his finger over my lips and closed the door behind him.
"Don't worry, Beto (son)! We are going to be just fine."
Frozen, I could not answer him. The man was tall with a very thick mustache, which he wore in the style only Dravidians from the South do. He had extremely dark skin and hands the size of chapatti (leavened Indian bread).
Locking the door, the guy observed me closely.
"I am a police officer, you see, a bit like James Bond. Have you heard of him?"
"Yes, Sir!... I have seen a movie of his, but he is an Angresi and very white."
The black "James Bond" smiled broadly at my remark.
"What a nice Larka (boy) you are!... I must say, very different from the batchas in Madras!" He whispered, stroking through my hair.
Then he continued,
"What are you doing here with your shorts and undies all the way down? Is that the way young Calcuttan boys do the number one?"
The officer pointed his little finger in the air. I was going to explain, but I realized that it wouldn't make sense at all to him. How could I tell the cop I have a teacher who steals my underwear! That, I was taking them off, now, because he ordered me not to wear any in the future?"
"I... I... don't know, Sir! They were feeling very wet because of the sweat in here." I stammered.
"I see! Next time it would be better if you only wore a lungi (an Indian kind of sarong). You seemed to be very interested in reading the rubbish here on the wall, too."
Without taking any notice of my perspiration he bent over and slid his hairy right hand between my thighs straight under my balls. I was taken aback by his move and grabbed his wrist, pushing it away from me.
"Don't fight it, Beto! I won't harm you. Just let us have some fun."
"But, I have to go to school!... I am late already, Sir!"
"Mmmh, I see! You know what, Darling? I will write you a note to give to your teacher explaining that your Mama wasn't feeling well."
As the officer told me this, he placed a finger near my asshole while rolling my balls in the palm of his hand. All kinds of thoughts flashed through my head. Maybe, I could go along with it. Mother would never find out, and the teacher wouldn't be upset, either. However, Matthew could be a problem if he told Mamaji I hadn't gone to school.
I gave in, because I was no longer afraid. Glancing at the cop's watch informed me that I was already one hour late for school.
"That's better, Larka!... Just relax. Are you a virgin, Boy?"
"What are you implying, Sir?"
"I mean, have you never used your pinky with anyone?"
"No, Mister!" I lied.
That was now my third fib.
"I believe you! You are so tight down there!"
As he said this, the man inserted his finger in my hole, which made me cringe.
"Does it hurt?"
"Only a little, Sir!"
"Some?... Then you are a brave boy: I like that! And, why don't you drop the `Sir'. Just call me 'Bond' or 'James': Which ever term is up to you. By the way, what's your name?"
"Anthony, Mister... aahm,... 'James'."
"Anthony!... Then you must be a Christian! How nice! I have never done one before."
His intrusive digit was now moving up and down like a drill. He also began to sweat: Drops fell onto the floor from his brow. I had no room to move, but he kept pushing that digit of his so hard that it made me retreat to the wall. I was forced to place my feet in the urine trough.
"Sir, Bond!... Please let me put on my undies and shorts: Otherwise, they are going to get dirty."
"Tike (okay)! But, the panties are for me!" he whispered.
"Sir! No!... James, if my mother finds out I will be in deep trouble."
Withdrawing his finger, I stepped into my shorts without my briefs. He sniffed them just like Alanda had done.
"Let me lick your precious lola (prick): It looks so lonely! The beauty could do with a bit of attention and love, no?"
I didn't understand his kind of humor but took everything he said seriously. Therefore, I nodded.
"Lola" was another word we young boys used for "lund". But I had no clue that "kulfi" (ice cream) meant the same thing. However, when he swallowed it I realized what he had in mind. Gosh!... It sent me soaring into heaven. I saw shooting stars! His mouth was so hot: more scalding than a massala dish!
Spreading my legs caused my shorts to fall down over my shoes. My testicles disappeared into his deep black wet cavern. The cop continued sucking until I was about to scream! Then, his finger found its way back into my love chute.
The perspiration from the man's forehead ran down his nose, dropping onto my groin. Using his strong hands James grabbed my ass cheeks and pushed on them every time he swallowed my cock. Bond lifted me into the air, as he kept pumping my lola with his full lips.
Withdrawing his mouth the man said:
"What's the matter with you? Let it come!..."
"What, James?" I said panting.
"You mean you never?... Oh well, whatever!"
Picking me up once more, he sucked further. I felt a surge of liquid, as if I needed to pee. I couldn't stop! And, since, he didn't let me go I just pissed right there into the cop's mouth. At that point, he swallowed even harder: dranking it all.
After the officer put me down, he exclaimed,
"Lord Shiva: Bless You for this golden nectar!"
"Bond, you drank my urine!"
"Yes, I did!... So what! If you have no sperm..."
"Sperm, sir?"
"By Shiva!... You really are a virgin! Thanks, beto (son, but I have to go now."
"But! What about my letter for school?"
"Oh, yes indeed! I forgot! But, I have no pen on me. Why don't you come to my place, I have plenty of them at home, as well as many other spy gadgets. Is that what you want? You have the whole day."
Buttoning up my shorts I thought,
'What the hell! I might as well spend time with the man, instead of loitering around here.'
"Okay, Sir! It's a deal! Do you have a 'James Bond' car, too?"
"My vehicle is a vintage Ambassador auto."
He propped my Superman undies into his pocket, grabbed my hand and drove off with me.
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