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The Driver Pt. 1
I had no big plans the summer I was 18 and freshly graduated from high school. I was going to spend the summer saying goodbye to friends, taking a few day trips to the city I was going to live in for college-- and hopefully lots of sex. However, my parents had other plans, and about a week after graduation surprised us with a trip to India.
Don't get me wrong, I love going back to India. I was born here in the States, but we typically went every 2-4 years when I was growing up to visit my grandparents and extended family. This trip was different though, it would be the first where there would be no gaggle of cousins waiting to play or take us out on adventures. They had all either immigrated to be near us, moved to the bigger cities, or were off at college. So to say I wasn't looking forward to basically being stuck with my parents and older sister is an understatement.
The flight was incredibly long, stuffy, and packed with people- it's impossible to end that journey without being exhausted, cranky, hungry, and sore. Add to that I was 18 and hadn't jerked off in over 24 hours, I was in a shitty mood. Still, even though I've never lived in India for longer than a few weeks of vacation, stepping out of the airport and being greeted by the humidity, and the cacophony of sounds and smells-- it immediately feels like home.
We were picked up by Anish Anish is family, although nobody quite understood how he was related to us. Maybe a 3rd or 4th cousin? His family wasn't well off and somehow my grandparents had taken him under their wing.
He ran errands and checked in on my grandparents, and in exchange, he was allowed to use their car as a taxi service around town. He would be our driver, tour guide, and companion for the duration of our trip. This was a pretty common arrangement in India- and Anish was the 3rd or 4th driver of this car. The others had moved away or saved up enough to buy their own cars.
Anish was 20, a little taller than me, about 5'10, lanky, and slightly awkward like a teenager. He was clean-shaven with clear dark chocolate skin and a shocking amount of thick black hair carefully gelled in a pompadour style. He had kind of a crooked smile and puppy dog eyes. I registered that he was cute, but I was so exhausted I honestly didn't even think much at the moment- I was just ready to get in the car and get home and into bed.
The drive from the airport is about 3 hours to my grandparent's little village. The trunk, the roof, and the backseat were all filled with our luggage so my dad and I had to smush up front with Anish in the bench-style seat while my sister and mom sat in the back surrounded by suitcases. The car was old, the air-conditioning barely worked and for some reason was upholstered in a thick velvet-like material. Even with the windows rolled down, the heat and steady motion of the car combined with my jet-lagg was lulling me to sleep.
As the drive went on and on I kept bobbing my head and falling asleep. That might have been fine except I kept leaning to my right- right on Anish's shoulder. Which was awkward- I barely knew him- hadn't seen him in about 10 years. But my head kept falling on his shoulder and either I'd pop back up or he would shift as he steered and wake me up. I kept apologizing but he would just flash me a smile and keep driving.
But then I'd fall asleep again, my head on his shoulder and my legs spreading apart pushing my thighs closer to his and against the gear change. He had to put his hand on my thigh a few times to reach the gearbox but eventually, he just left it on my thigh. I tingled a bit at his touch and moved my thigh again with an apologetic smile but he smiled back and just left his hand where it was.
We finally got to my grandparents and there were hugs and kisses and tears. It was late and too dark for Anish to drive up the rocky hillside roads home so he stayed the night. The house is small, so I had to choose to stay in a bedroom with my parents or the tiniest bedroom in the back of the house with Anish. Being 18, I didn't care how awkward sharing a room with him was- I wasn't going to sleep with my parents.
When I say the room was small- it was a broom closet. It had a door that you had to turn sideways to get in and once you were in there were two "twin" beds and room for nothing else. The beds were so close you could barely stand between them sidewise.
It was then that it hit me I'd be in the tightest quarters possible with this dude most nights for the next month. I was 18 and already horny after the long flight and layovers- it has been over 24 hours since I'd cum.
I had already showered the plane smell off and was in a pair of basketball shorts and a white tee. He was still in his driver's uniform- a button-down short-sleeved white shirt and mundu (a long cloth wrapped around like a sarong- this one was white and cotton). I shyly asked him which bed he typically slept in and he pointed to the one on the right. I'm not typically super shy, but it takes me a while to break out of my shell with new people, plus the language barrier (he spoke little to no English) and the jet lag- I was at a loss for small talk.
I tried not to watch as he grabbed a bag from under the bed and changed his clothes in front of me. He unbuttoned his shirt- his chest was long, lean, and completely hairless, and he had little dark chocolate chip nipples smaller than mine. He wasn't ripped by any means- but you could spot a hint of abs just below his slightly visible ribs. He dropped his mundu and revealed his underwear- cheap blue Lycra briefs. He put on shorts that were shorter than I would typically wear but they made his legs look even longer. He wasn't paying attention to me so I got a good look- he was packed tight in there. I would never have been able to sleep in underwear that tight. I looked up, he was watching me watch him-- busted. He smiled and winked but appeared unbothered. I just closed my eyes and willed myself not to get hard. It worked... mostly. Yeah, he was kinda cute... this could be a problem.
He got in the bed next to mine, smiled, and asked if I was ok. "Sure, just hot," I replied.
Neither of us was using the top sheet and the fan was on full blast, but it was still sweltering. I wasn't sweating yet, after my cold shower, but I could smell him. A musk that wasn't entirely unpleasant and did not help me stay soft.
I could sense he wanted to make small talk, but I didn't have the energy for much. So after a little chit-chat, I pretended to close my eyes and fall asleep. I guess it worked, I heard him roll over and sigh. He must be exhausted from driving 6 hours that day in that hot car.
I guess I fell asleep soon after, but not a deep sleep. I remember waking up at some point, the beds were old wooden slats that creaked with every movement. One of us must have moved enough that it woke me up. Then I realized it wasn't me- it was him moving, he was still moving. I listened but didn't move or say a word. Yeah, there was a rhythm to that movement. Was he jerking off?
It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything, but yes the sound was unmistakable. I hadn't been this close to another hard cock since my cousin and I quit fooling around 3-4 years ago. My heart was racing, my palms were sweating, my shorts were tenting, and my mind racing with questions.
Did he know I was awake? Was he hoping I was awake? Was he facing me? Was he big? Did he just start? Where is he going to cum? Did he do this in the room often? Was he naked right now or jerking in his shorts? Should I join him? Had he cum on the bed I'm sleeping on before?
I reached into my shorts slowly and gave my hard cock a squeeze. And all of a sudden the noise stopped. The tiniest grunt/sigh that sounded like it was stifled. But my curiosity wasn't satisfied. I wanted to know if he came or just stopped. I wanted to sniff the air of the scent of his cum, to let him know I was awake, and for godsakes to cum myself.
I heard the bed squeak again. I instinctively held my breath but I'm not sure why. He was close enough that I could feel his warm breath and was almost sure I could smell his cum. Through the darkness, I heard him whisper "good night" before he turned back around and went to sleep.
What the fuck just happened