Room Service

2. Mike’s Tour Highlights

After finishing his rice, curry and Naan bread, Mike sat back in his chair dejectedly staring at the heap of money that Rajan had rejected. Well, at least he’d sated one of his appetites! 

But it wasn’t just Indian cuisine that was to his liking.  After having a brief, but torrid, affair with an Indian fellow-student when he was at college, Mike had also acquired a taste for South Asian men. So, when the opportunity for an all-expenses-paid visit to the home of countless millions of them had arisen, courtesy of his employer, he’d jumped at the chance. 

He’d added on a few days leave at the beginning and end his trip, which involved short stays in both Delhi and Mumbai and a couple of places in between, in the hope of getting to know a few of them more intimately and to allow him to take in some of the sights as well. But after arriving he had found his time had mainly been taken up with catching up with his sleep, preparing for the business meetings he had scheduled for him and travelling from one venue to another on India’s chaotic, overcrowded roads and frequently delayed trains. 

He’d also crammed in far too many excursions in the limited time he had available for sight-seeing, which, combined with jet-lag, the heat, and all his work commitments, had left him exhausted and heading to bed early almost every night. There had been little incentive to venture far from his hotels in the evenings in any case as, there was no “gay scene” that he was aware of, and every time he stepped out of his cab a troop of beggars immediately spotted his white face and made a beeline for him, demanding money.

As a consequence, his activity sex-wise, had been restricted to wanking off before he fell asleep whilst fantasizing over the guys who had caught his eye in the course of the day or, failing that, the fresh-faced young Indian guys that made up a high percentage of the staff of the various 5 Star hotels he’d stayed in. The net result was that it had reached the day before he was about to leave and he still hadn’t got to know any of the locals in the ways he’d dreamt of doing prior to his visit. 

So instead of cramming in more sights in his last bit of free-time before he left the country, Mike had opted to stay in the hotel and take things easy before having to face his long journey home and make use of his last day to seduce one of the multitude of staff that rushed around like headless chickens, attempting to satisfy the ceaseless demands of their hard to please, wealthy, mostly Indian guests.

Determined to break his duck and enjoy at least one hot, air-conditioned, evening's entertainment in his luxurious quarters before he left, Mike had decided he was willing to risk blowing all the left-over Indian cash he had brought with him (a modest number of pounds had translated into a staggeringly huge number of rupees) in order to get what he wanted.

However, he drew the line at out and out prostitution, after all, he was still under forty and kept himself in good shape! Plus, he’d always been pretty popular among the Indian guys he’d met on the gay scene in the UK. He could also tell by the looks he’d received from some of the male staff that they found him attractive too. However, they were never going to risk losing their jobs by approaching him, he realised, it would have to be the other way round! 

So, he’d salved his conscience by coming up with a bet as a way of providing the young Indian guy who’d seemed keenest on him, an incentive to provide him with what he was after, figuring that even if the guy won the wager, he might feel obligated to allow him to take what he wanted “for free” afterwards in any case. But, frustratingly, due to the lad’s timidity, it looked like his plan to end his sexual drought, despite a monsoon of eligible partners, had come to nothing!

* * * * * *

Mournfully, he loaded up the empty dishes onto the tray, placed it outside his door and persuaded himself he could detect a trace of Rajan’s scent still lingering in the air outside. Their brief encounter hadn’t provided much by way of inspiration, but it had been better than nothing, so maybe he could wank-off over it that evening by using his imagination to conjure up what might have been…

But before that, he hit on the idea of checking through the pictures he’d taken on his travels to check out the Indian guys he’d caught on camera in the course of it in the hope they might help provide him with the stimulus he needed. So, he downloaded all the pics he’d taken from his camera to his laptop, to view them on its bigger screen, arranging them into folders as he went, and was reminded of a couple of occasions when he had found himself alone with a guy he fancied.

One of the hotels he had stayed in had a health spar that offered Indian “Ayurvedic” massage to guests. So, feeling genuinely in need of a something to soothe the many aches and pains he had accumulated in the course of his travels, he had arranged an appointment to have one. After excitedly making his way to the health centre annex, he had been greeted by a solitary well-built Indian guy of around thirty, dressed in vest and shorts, who demanded he take off all his clothes. 

Needless to say, he’d been only too happy to oblige, thinking this was the opportunity he’d been waiting for to show-off his pallid gym-toned body, hoping maybe the masseur might to be persuaded into offering him a “happy ending” as part of the service. However, the guy had ignored his swelling member and handed him a pair of none-too sexy disposable pants to put on to preserve his modesty.

To be honest he couldn’t detect much difference from other forms of massage he’d experienced in the past – other than this one had involved dripping warm oil over his scalp and massaging that as well as his limbs and torso, and sitting in a wooden steam-filled chamber for 15 minutes with only his head poking out of the top, all of which he had found surprisingly relaxing and refreshing. 

Although the beefy-looking guy did a great job of soothing his travel-weary muscles, despite Mike’s cock repeatedly tenting out the fabric of his flimsy knickers, by the time he’d done with him, he’d been shy of responding to his obvious sexual arousal and nothing had come of it. However, once dressed, after awarding him a generous tip, he had succeeded in persuading the masseur to pose for a picture standing alongside him so he had a record of his hirsute body.

His hopes, and cock, had also been raised on another occasion when he had been for a visit to a bird sanctuary and opted for a tour on a cycle-drawn rickshaw. It had been driven by a sweet looking young guy and he’d enjoyed watching his buttocks rise and fall as he pressed down hard on the pedals and steered his contraption along narrow concrete paths into the heart of the reserve. Sadly, like Rajan, the youngster wore a western inspired uniform provided by his employer rather than traditional Indian dress, so Mike didn’t get to see much by way of exposed flesh.

Although his driver pointed out a few exotic-looking birds along the way, they were far too quick for him to take any decent pictures of them, and the few he had taken had come out either blurred or with the tiny birds almost lost amongst the canopy and lush foliage. The smiling rickshaw driver however had been happy to compensate him by posing for a few pics – though sadly not the sort Mike would ideally have wanted to take of him. However, when he’d explained he was also a cyclist, the lad had agreed to let him to switch roles so he could have a go at peddling the rickshaw himself. 

But after cycling a hundred yards or so and experiencing a brief taste of what it was like for a poor Indian guy to peddle tourists around in the punishing heat, day after day, to earn his living, Mike was more than happy to revert to his role as passenger and sit in the back seat enjoying the dappled sunshine and the shade provided by the trees whilst being pulled along by the handsome Indian lad flexing his youthful muscles. Mike had thanked him afterwards, given him a generous tip and persuaded him to permit him to take pics of them standing side by side in front of his vehicle. 

If only he’d been bolder, he sighed, magnifying the pictures to study the youngster’s face and body in close-up. Mike had a liking for outdoor sex and the deserted bird sanctuary would have been the perfect place to have the lad pose for more revealing pics and even have sex with him, with nobody being any the wiser! He imagined him kneeling before him and having him suck his erect dick, then stripping him completely, so he could run his hands over his slender torso and caress his tantalisingly muscular buttocks. Then thrust his arms into the air so he could lick the sweat from beneath his arm-pits and feast on his nipples. Before bending him over the cross-bar of his cycle with his legs spread wide, prise his ass cheeks apart to do the same to his hole, before fucking him until he came! 

Despite becoming aroused by his fantasy, while there was still a chance that the equally handsome waiter might take him up on his offer, Mike opted not to wank-off and instead, closed his laptop and decided he would visit the outdoor pool for a swim. There was a very hunky lifeguard there, he recollected…and an equally dishy guy who looked after the nearby gym… But sadly, neither of them had given him the least indication that they might be gay, whereas in Rajan’s case he had thought seducing him would be a slam-dunk! 

There might be other guests at the pool of course, but precious few of them had captured his attention so far. Well-off Indian male hotel patrons tended to be older, sport large paunches and were usually surrounded by a multitude of family members. Others were too preoccupied talking business with their associates to even give him a second glance and the well-equipped gym was usually empty apart from himself and the instructor. 

But just as he was getting depressed at his starving in the midst of plenty, the phone rang. 

He quickly picked it up, hoping against hope it wasn’t anything to do with work.

"Hello!" 

No response. 

"Hello, Mike here, who’s this?"

Again, no response. 

"Rajan, is that you?" he risked asking.

"Yes," a familiar Indian voice croaked in reply,

“May I come to see you after I finish work, tonight?" he asked in a nervous whisper.

"Of course! It has to be tonight in any case! I check-out in the morning!”

“Just give me a time and I'll have everything ready and waiting for you," he added eagerly.

"The earliest I can make is ten. Will that suit you, sir?"

"Of course - I'm looking forward to it! But Rajan, can you make sure you grab a shower before we meet... " 

But the line had already gone dead. 

Had he offended him he wondered? 

* * * * * *

The promised rendezvous put a spring in Mike's step for the rest of the day. 

By 9.45 he was fully prepared and sat enjoying a whiskey from the mini-bar, mulling over his plans for the rest of the evening while the classical music channel he’d selected as a suitable background for Rajan’s seduction, played away merrily on the TV. He’d carefully adjusted its volume so it would be loud enough to disguise the sounds of the passionate love making which he hoped would follow their wager, but also be unobtrusive enough not to disturb his fellow guests or make his instructions hard to follow. 

As he waited, his gaze kept returning to the slow-changing figures on the face of the digital clock by his bedside which marked the passing minutes. When the appointed meeting time came and went, he started to become impatient and helped himself to another drink. Starting to feel uncomfortably hot, he turned up the air-con to full-blast. 

He had been scrupulous not to reduce the amount of Indian cash he was offering the waiter for his services by using his credit card to pay the inflated prices being asked in the gift shop for the half dozen presents he had selected to take home with him. Now it looked as though he would be stood-up, he would have all of it left to take home with him. 

He had also spent the afternoon at the pool not lounging on a sunbed or cruising the staff and guests at the gym, but swimming lengths and working-out hard to ensure he was looking his best for their encounter. Now it looked as though he was doomed to spend his final hours in India wanking-off alone in his room.

To this end, he unfastened the front of his pants and, with his cock in his fist, brought to mind the variety of humiliating torments he would have imposed on the feckless room service waiter, should he have lost their bet. 

Ten minutes later, on the very cusp of orgasm, there was a gentle knock on the door… 

After hurriedly tucking away his manhood, in case it wasn’t who he was expecting, Mike rose to his feet and hid his delight that the youngster had eventually shown up, behind a mask of disapproval. However, despite feeling he had every right to feel annoyed, when he saw Rajan biting his lip whilst nervously peering up and down the corridor outside, his anger dissipated rapidly.

"I am sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, sir.” Rajan blurted out the moment the door was open, “I could not escape from the kitchen until now. We have been so busy today."

Mike noted he was dressed in the same hotel uniform he had been wearing earlier, with his face just as flushed as it had been when had last seen him. The odour of the cologne he had noticed earlier was still there, as strong as ever, but underlying it came the smell of spices, cooking fat and sweat that had soaked into the lad’s clothes in the course of his day’s work. There had clearly been no time for him to take a shower, he concluded.

“Please forgive me sir!” the distraught waiter added contritely when Mike remained impassive.

Seeing how anxious the lad was lest his illicit visit be spotted by his colleagues, Mike decided to punish him for keeping him waiting by leaving him standing outside while he considered what to have him do next.

“I can see you didn’t have time to shower before you arrived,” he commented, wrinkling up his nose and backing away from him as though he might slam the door in his face because of it.

“I am sorry about that too sir! But if I had, I would have been later still!” he pointed out meekly in response.

Quickly realising that having the young waiter turn up at his door, unwashed, this late in the day had given him the upper hand, Mike seized it as an opportunity to discover how far his obsequiousness would extend.

“Okay, no matter, you can have one here, I suppose!” he sighed in mock exasperation.

“But you’re going to have to take your clothes off, before you come in!” he demanded.

“Out here?” the waiter squeaked back incredulously.

“Yes! And hurry up about it!” insisted Mike

Although taken aback by this unexpected additional obstacle to him obtaining the cash he was after, Rajan didn’t dare argue with his potential benefactor, who had given him the distinct impression that, unless he complied with his wishes, he might easily turn him away!

So instead, he looked furtively up and down the corridor to check the coast was still clear and, to Mike’s delight, commenced taking off his clothes as rapidly as he could.

“Put ‘em in this!” his host demanded, after fetching the laundry bag the hotel provided from his wardrobe and, holding it open so the waiter could deposit his footwear inside it.

He then watched gleefully as the slender Indian lad removed his uniform jacket and trousers and handed them over to him, after which he began unbuttoning his sweat-stained shirt. Hastily sliding it off over his shoulders, he took another nervous glance around him before depositing it, and his ragged briefs, into the bag.

“Great!” Mike commended with a grin, pulling tight on its drawstring as though to isolate the smell of the waiter’s malodourous attire.

Rather than permit his visitor to enter immediately, he paused a second to savour the sight of the sweet-faced Indian lad standing naked on his doorstep. This was the sight he had been dreaming about all week but which the shy Indian guys he’d fancied had steadfastly denied him.

Although he seemed more anxious than ever to come inside, Mike couldn’t help noting that the lad’s cock was far from flaccid. 

Noticing where the guest’s eyes were directed, Rajan instinctively covered up his groin with his hands.

Exasperated, Mike was sorely tempted to whisk the bag of his clothes away and slam the door in his face to leave him stranded bare-assed outside in the corridor to cool off for a few minutes longer before he let him.

 But he quickly decided against it. Things were going far too well for him to risk losing the chance of fucking the obligingly co-operative young waiter at this stage in proceedings! Besides, he was loving every moment of the accentuated power difference between them conferred by the Indian lad now being completely naked and he still fully dressed.

“This stays outside ‘til we’re done!” he announced, hooking the laundry bag over the external door handle to part Rajan from his clothes for the duration of their encounter, then inching the lad further away from the entrance so he could peer up and down the corridor to check it remained empty.

The bugger had made him wait long enough! Now he could do some waiting of his own!

When he could see no signs of movement outside, the businessman stepped back inside his room.  

“Stay there!” he added when Rajan made a move to follow him.

“Take your hands off your crotch! And put ‘em on top of yer head!” Mike demanded, “I want to see what I might be get for my money!”

Mike chuckled as the young Indian did as he was told and revealed his cock was now stiffer than ever, despite his increasing desperation to be let in.

“Turn around and bend over!” he added, after he’d savoured the waiter’s embarrassment for a minute or more and witnessed his cock pass the horizontal.

“Now part your buttocks so I can see your hole!”

Having gone too far to defy him now, the waiter complied with his demands, leaving Mike free to step forward to inspect the youngster’s arse from close quarters.

He was about to reach out and fondle its delightful curves, when he heard the lift bell ring at the end of the corridor and the sound of its doors open up in the distance.

To be continued....