Story of a Gigolo

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Like every night, even today at eight, Vikram was standing in front of his full-length mirror. He had shaved and gelled his hair. He had also shaved under his armpits. He kept his chest smooth always. He removed the towel wrapped around his waist momentarily and glimpsed at his cock. Entirely smooth! He had shaved there just that morning. His
cockhead was glistening in the light of the bulb and it began throbbing oh so lightly. But Vikram did not wish to do anything just then. He wrapped on his towel again. He liked what he saw in the mirror.

He extracted a white shirt from his cupboard. The shirt was a size smaller for him. He put on that shirt. Through that almost diaphanous tight shirt, his nipples could be seen. He kept two top buttons of his shirt open. He could also see his own abs. He liked that. Next he put on a red VIP Frenchie. He tossed the towel aside and adjusted the cock in his undies so that it formed a bulge. He wished so badly to jerk off just then and there, but he controlled himself. He took a Wrangler from his cupboard – it was a faded light blue denim and he put it on. The jeans was tight too and it very well accentuated the bulge he had purposefully wanted to show. He squatted in front of the mirror and saw his bulge. It was so delectable, he could just eat it up. Lastly he took his Red Tape shoes, dabbed on some Brut and put on his black leather belt. With his mobile in hand and his Marlboro pack in his pocket, he left his house.

There was a slight drizzle outside. He knew very well where he had to go. He reached his destination in a short while – a desolate park. He saw around him. At least three more twinks like him were standing under the trees of the park. Just like him, they too had dressed well and were absolutely gorgeous. He winked at two of them whom he knew
and they nodded in return. Then he took a Marlboro from his pocket and lighted it. It was fine weather today – now only if he had a good customer to complement the weather!
In a short while, a silver Opel Corsa pulled up beside him. The driver – a man in his early thirties – lowered its window and poked his head outside it.
“Is this the old people’s park?” he asked. “Yes,” Vikram said with a puff on his cigarette.
“How do I go to Lokhandwala from here?”
“Lokhandwala?” repeated Vikram.
“Yes. I have my house there,” the man said, needlessly.
“Your house is in Lokhandwala and you don’t know the way?” Vikram said, feigning surprise.
The man cast a long glance at Vikram. Then he smiled. “The thing is that I cannot see very well in the dark,” he said.
“Then I can come with you and show you,” offered Vikram. “Come in,” the man said and opened the door.
Vikram went and sat inside without further pondering. No sooner was he seated than the man flashed out three 1000-rupee notes from his wallet and put them in Vikram’s shirt pocket. Vikram did not say anything. This was the unwritten contract of the place. He put on his seat belt and continued puffing on his Marlboro.

When the car had gone a little way, Vikram said, “Put on some music, please!”
The driver put on a Friction CD and asked, “Do you like this stuff?”
“Lovely,” said Vikram and hummed, “Don’t be shy, my honey… I love this one.”
“Come on, give me a puff of your fag,” said the driver.
Vikram put his cigarette to the man’s lips without question. It was already a little smothered with Vikram’s saliva, but the man seemed not the mind. He sucked at it lovingly and inhaled a deep puff. Vikram put his arm on the man’s shoulder and continued giving him the cigarette in this manner.
When the car stopped at a signal, the driver – quite uncontrollably – put his hand directly on Vikram’s bulging light blue denim crotch.
Vikram did not refuse this; in fact, he splayed his legs open a bit so that the driver could reach the insides of his crotch. He let him fondle his cock. “That’s a big tool you have got,” said the driver and began unzipping his jeans. Vikram suddenly shoved his hand aside, “Stupid motherfucker!” he said, “Do you want to do everything in the
car itself? Let’s go to your place first.” The driver pumped on the accelerator and sped off.

Within ten minutes, they reached the man’s place. Vikram found out that the man’s name was Madan. Madan made Vikram sit on his couch and went inside. When he returned, he was wearing only a white tennis shorts and nothing else. Vikram ogled at him intently. Madan was also well-built with a gym-toned body. He had a flat chest and really huge
nipples for a man, which turned Vikram on. The tips of his nipples were already hard and standing erect. He had slight hair on his chest. Looking at his shorts, Vikram adjudged that he too was well-endowed. He reassured himself of a rocking evening. Madan went towards the sofa facing Vikram and sat on it with his long legs spread apart and folded at the knees. His bulge was beautifully and very symmetrically visible in the V-folds of his white shorts.
“Come here,” he almost yelled at Vikram, “You bastard! What are you waiting for now? Come here and suck me.”
Vikram wordlessly went and sat on the ground between Madan’s inviting legs. He was still staring at Madan’s beautiful dong in his shorts when Madan suddenly grasped his head by the hair and put it on his dick. “You asshole, what are you waiting for? Suck me off,” he yelled.
Vikram began kissing Madan’s shorts. Madan’s cock began engorging itself within the narrow confines of his shorts. Madan had selected a very skimpy shorts. Within moments, his cock shoved itself out of one of the sides of his shorts and slapped itself against Vikram’s cheek.
Vikram lapped it up with his tongue from the top to the bottom.

Madan put his hand inside Vikram’s almost open shirt and felt his nipple. He put a little spit on his fingers and wettened Vikram’s nipple with it. He did not see the nipple; only felt its contours and squeezed it. He had become insane in his horniness. He was humping his ass on the couch and trying to fuck into Vikram’s wet mouth. When Vikram felt that Madan was just about to cum, Madan very suddenly stopped fucking and took his dong out of Vikram’s mouth.
“Now stand up,” he ordered Vikram.
Vikram was Madan’s slut for the night. He could not refuse. He stood up. His shirt was now unbuttoned upto four buttons and almost all of his chest was showing – replete with moistened shiny nipples.
“Remove your shirt now,” Madan barked.
Vikram undid the remaining two buttons and removed his shirt. He put it down on the couch.
“Now spread your legs as far as possible.”
Vikram obeyed and spread his legs almost at a 120 degree angle. The bulge of his oversized erection was almost threatening to burst out of his jeans. Madan lifted his left leg which was between Vikram’s splayed ones and began to play footsie with Vikram’s cock.
“Now catch your ears,” he said, “As they do when giving punishments in school.”
Vikram crossed his hands and held the lobes of his ears. He did not know what Madan was about to do.
Then Madan stood up. He came to Vikram and kissed him hotly on the lips. He removed Vikram’s black leather belt and brandished it at him.
And then, before Vikram could protest, he lashed his back gently with the belt.
“Motherfucker, what are you doing?” Vikram yelled out in pain. “Be silent! I’ll give you ten thousand if you do as I like,” Madan said.
Vikram tolerated the pain for the money.
Madan lashed him thrice more. Vikram’s back reddened, but he did not protest again, as he wanted the money. Madan kissed Vikram’s back where it had gone sore.

“Now become *murga,” Madan said.
Vikram crouched. His jeans was tight and it was difficult to crouch.
He managed somehow and brought his hands from between his legs and grabbed his ears. When he was in this position, he noticed how his bulge was so close to his mouth. He could even smell its musty fragrance. He noticed for the first time how a murga can see his bulge so very well-rounded and huge.
He could see beyond the gap below his ass, and he saw that cock jutting out of the white tennis shorts approaching him. Vikram could see, in his murga position, Madan’s cock very close to his ass.
Madan undid Vikram’s jeans button and the zipper with great
difficulty. He pulled down the Frenchie and stared at his smooth ass.
“Now I am going to spank your round ass,” Madan said. “But you, you bastard, will not screech and shriek, but you will say ‘cock-a-doodle-doo’, like a rooster – for that’s what you are right now.”
“Cock-a-doodle-doo,” Vikram crowed like a rooster.
Madan slapped Vikram’s bum.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo,” Vikram answered.
Second slap.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo…”
Third – “Cock-a-doodle-doo…”
Fourth – “Cock-a-doodle-doo…”
After about ten thunderous slaps on his ass, Vikram’s smooth round twinky ass became all red. It was then that Madan brought his john and rubbed it against his ass. “Keep on your cock-a-doodling, youniggardly asshole,” he commanded.
Madan put his cockhead near Vikram’s hole and readied it for penetration.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo… Cock-a-doodle-doo,” Vikram said, panting.
The cock went inside. Vikram was a professional – his ass had been ripped apart earlier, so it did not take for the whole dongle to go in.”Cock-a-doodle-doo… Cock-a-doodle-doo…”
Madan’s shoving became harder. Vikram was pulling at his earlobes harder in order to maintain his position, at the same time, receiving a cock in his asshole. His punishment sounds came in shorter but sharper staccatoes. .”Cock-a-doodle-doo… Cock-a-doodle-doo,”
“Cockkkkkkk-a-doooooooodle-dooooo…”
“Coooocccckkkkkk-a-doooooooooooodle-dooooooooo…”
“Cooooooccccccckkkkkkkkkkk-doooooooooooooooodoooooooooooooo…”
“COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK-A-DOOOOOOODLEEEEEE-DOOOOOOOOO…”
Madan came all over Vikram’s ass. Vikram was so sexed up in his first sadistic encounter that he came without even having his cock stroked.

Even after it was done, both of them sat for a long time on the couch and kept fondling each others’ cocks. And they kept talking.
“You are a gigolo,” Madan said, “But have you had yourself fucked like this ever?”
“Never,” Vikram said, “But I loved every moment of it. Let’s do it again, friend!”
That whole night Madan continually made Vikram murga and ripped his ass apart.

END

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