On the road to Marabar
Twenty minutes after leaving them, Nandan had called their room to confirm he had secured seats on the coach tour and would join them in the foyer at 8am the following morning.
After an early breakfast, the pair made their way to the hotel foyer, where they spotted the young cleaner chatting with the driver as he ticked-off the names of the tourists who had booked tickets.
Rajan had difficulty deciding what his slave was to wear for their outing, but had eventually opted for Mike donning one of the pairs of swimming shorts he’d bought for the warehousemen, which had been left behind following their eviction.
Although not particularly humiliating, combined with just a vest and sandals, they had the advantage of being removed in the blink of an eye, and if needs-be replaced just as speedily, so would act as a reminder of both his lowly status and of his vulnerability.
Left without pockets to put anything in, it had left him to take charge of Mike’s wallet, room key and camera, which he’d stowed away in his shoulder bag, along with his pack of cards in case they were in need of amusement during the journey.
Rather than don the other pair of shorts, Rajan himself had opted to dress more respectably in jeans, T-shirt and trainers and, by coincidence, Nandan seemed to have decided to wear much the same, but as his hosts had promised to cover his expenses, came unencumbered by any luggage.
“Nice!” he commented to Rajan with a grin, surreptitiously pinching Mike’s behind after noticing how skimpily the Englishman was dressed, realising he and the former waiter were of one mind when it came to how they might pass their time on the coach productively.
“We sit at back!” Nandan explained excitedly, as the duo clambered onto the bus ahead of him after their names had been checked-off the list.
But when Rajan reached the rear of the bus, he noticed “Reserved” signs had been placed on all of the seats in the back row and for a moment his heart sank. Until Nandan coolly gathered them up and stuffed them into one of the seat pockets to indicate they had been set aside for him.
The temperature was already uncomfortably high outdoors, with another day of unbroken sunshine confidently predicted, so they were relieved to discover the air-conditioning on the coach was already running. After the rest of the sightseeing party had boarded, the trio were also pleased to discover that the coach still remained half empty, with most of the passengers clustered in the front seats closest the driver or beside the windows with an unobstructed view.
With any luck, Rajan reflected, the sound of the bus’s ventilation system and its engine, combined with the din from the chaotic traffic outside, would mask the sounds of whatever they got up to from their forward-facing fellow passengers. He’d also noted before boarding the coach that its windows were heavily tinted, making the risk of their activities being spotted from outside by other road users equally unlikely.
Though it lacked some of the high-jinx of being sexually molested in plain sight on a crowded Mumbai bus and getting away with it, as Mike had succeeded in doing with him, with everyone else on the coach looking the other way it would allow him to take things much further, especially as he had an accomplice to help them avoid detection.
As a consequence, hidden behind the four high seat backs in front of them, before they reached the highway, they were able to strip Mike fully naked and quickly move on to having him suck their dicks in turn, while the other one videoed it for their later entertainment.
* * * * *
“Hold on a minute! I want a word with you…” the coach driver announced, as the dishevelled trio made their way to the exit door after all the other passengers had disembarked at their first rest stop.
“I seen what you been getting up to in the back seat in my mirror… and I don’t like it!” he declared to an embarrassed silence.
“This is how I earn my living, so I can’t afford to piss off any of the customers or I’ll go out of business!” he explained when nobody attempted to reply.
“Lucky for you, nobody else seems to have noticed yet, so I’m going to let you off with a warning. But it better not happen again!”
Nandan was just about to apologise to his colleague and plea with him to keep the nature of their antics to himself, when he added there was a condition attached to him exercising his discretion.
“But, as I’ve had a hard-on for most of the journey… watching you lot cavorting about half naked with your cocks out…” he admitted with a grin, “In exchange for keeping stum quiet about it… all three of you are going to have to get naked and suck my dick!”
“On the bus Dev?” Nandan queried using his first name, as he’d considered him one of his mates and was taken by surprise by the driver’s revelation that he too was gay.
“No! Of course not! I’m not as bananas, as you three horny buggers!” he replied, “We’re going to the toilet round the back of the café – the one that the truck drivers use out of hours. It’ll be empty now and there’s a cold shower in there, which is just what you lot are in need of!”
“Come on then, let’s go!” he added taking their silence as assent, “I’ve only got twenty minutes before I have to get back here, so hurry the fuck up!”!”
“Leave your bag on the seat,” he told Mike, who’d been charged with looking after it, removing the keys from the ignition and locking the door behind him, before shepherding the trio through some bushes to the rear of the building.
* * * * *
Hidden behind the shrubs and desultory flower beds, was a neglected un-tiled, openair, toilet stall and shower enclosure fabricated from concrete, consisting of a sprinkler hose attached to a tap above a drain, grudgingly provided by the rest-stop owner to meet the needs of truck drivers 24 hours a day.
When they arrived, they discovered the facilities were in use, so after doubling back to the bushes, the coach driver insisted all three of them commence stripping off immediately in readiness, while he approached the current incumbent to ask how much longer he planned to be.
Whilst an intrigued Mike slid off his vest and shorts to render himself naked within seconds of the driver demanding it, the more hesitant Indians, displeased at being humiliated in front of their slave, exchanged embarrassed looks and turned away from each other as they self-consciously undressed.
But despite their reluctance, by the time the coach driver returned, accompanied by a muscular, Indian trucker of around Mike’s age, who’d been using the shower, all three were not only fully naked but also fully erect!
“You lot seem to be permanently horny!” the driver scoffed, amused that being obliged to strip naked outdoors seemed to turn them on, grasping the two Indian lads by their dicks and dragging them behind him in the direction of the toilet block. Leaving Mike, whom he seemed to consider to be the victim of their earlier mischief, and the truck driver alone together.
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“So, which of you rascals is going to suck my dick first?” Dev asked, after he’d positioned the naked Indian pair inside the shower enclosure, opening up his fly to display his bulbous dick and give it a few tugs to get it fully hard. Leaving them to look questioningly at each other to decide who would respond.
“Or if you prefer…” he conceded when neither of them seemed willing to volunteer, “I’d be equally happy beating off while I watch you two fuck each other under my direction…”
“Okay! We’ll do that instead,” Rajan interrupted, anxious to take control of the situation and not averse to sexually dominating the young cleaner for a second time while his mate looked on.
“So long as I get to video it on my mobile as well,” Dev added, taking his phone from his shirt pocket and pointing its camera lens at them to illustrate his latest demand.
“That’s fine too! As long as you promise to keep it to yourself…” Rajan replied, aware that, given what Nandan had done to them, he could hardly object if someone did the same to him – especially when he’d actually asked permission first!
“What about you Nandan?” the driver enquired.
“I’d rather suck your dick, Del…” the youngster offered unexpectedly.
“But no video!” he added, reluctant to trust a work acquaintance he clearly hardly knew with footage revealing his sexual preferences, whether he agreed to keep it confidential or not!
“Fair enough!” the coach driver agreed, returning his mobile to his pocket, seemingly having achieved the outcome he’d been hoping for.
“In that case, you can both get down on your knees!”
* * * * *
Unsure whether to follow his young masters into the shower enclosure or gather up their clothing, Mike found himself at the mercy of the Indian trucker. Who, fascinated by the sight of his hair-bereft, fully naked body, speedily put his visit to the cafe on hold and followed the coach driver’s example by reaching out to secure him by his hard dick.
“Where you from?” he asked him, in the same way so many Indians had done over the course of his stay in India, adjusting his grip to encircle Mike’s balls and proceeding to squeeze them to ensure he received a prompt answer.
“Never fucked Englishman before!” the trucker muttered with a smirk, after Mike meekly answered his question, only to instantly spin him around so he could examine his ass.
Seemingly liking what he found, after roughly fondling his meaty buttocks and landing a couple of playful slaps on each one, he proceeded to prise them apart and sink a couple of his digits inside his pink-rimmed hole to make him squirm!
* * * * *
Meanwhile, inside the shower enclosure, Nandan was meekly sucking Dev’s dick with Rajan knelt beside him licking his balls.
“I’ve fancied you ever since I first saw you in the hotel lobby,” the driver revealed, running his hand through the young cleaner’s curls as he pleasured him.
“Now here you are sucking my dick!” he chuckled, heaving a lengthy sigh of satisfaction.
“I always thought you might be gay…” he mused, parting his cock from the youngster’s mouth and thrusting it into Rajan’s instead, “But didn’t have the balls to do anything about it… Until now!”
That said, he abruptly tugged Nandan up from his knees by his curls and when their heads met, wrapped his hands around the back of his neck and thrust his tongue down his throat.
As Dev’s previous conversations had been littered with references to a wife and children, Nandan had assumed the charismatic coach driver was unavailable, so despite being attracted to him, he had suppressed the lust-filled longings generated by his handsome face and muscular hirsute body.
Left sandwiched between their legs with one meaty cock in his mouth and an even larger one, dripping with pre-cum thrusting itself repeatedly against the back of his neck. Rajan temporarily set his dom persona aside in favour of joining in the incipient orgy.
Given Nandan was sexually not his cup of tea, and that he and Mike were planning to leave the country in just a few days’ time, he felt pleased that the isolated youngster had found himself an admirer hidden among his work colleagues.
So, while the pair continued to consummate their relationship above him with hugs and deep kisses, he took it upon himself to aid them celebrate their union by alternately pulling on one cock while he massaged the other with his lips, with a view to bringing them to orgasm as speedily as possible given the limited time he knew was available.
* * * * *
Meanwhile, outside in the bushes, without the need for any negotiation, Mike was experiencing the sort of sex he liked the most from a guy who was very much his cup of tea.
After being thoroughly fondled and groped and his erect cock chastened by a series of disparaging slaps, the businessman had been made to bend over and clutch his ankles to permit the trucker to enter him, after which, with aid of a little spit, he had commenced fucking him with the rapidity of a steam train gathering speed.
Turned on by his accoster’s undisguised lust, and by the fact that his cock was fortuitously rubbing up against his prostate, Mike tightened his ass muscles around his shaft, thrust his buttocks back toward his marauding cock and called upon him repeatedly to “Fuck me harder!”
With the happy result that both of them came tumultuously within the space of just five minutes!
Once they were done, the pair couldn’t help but smile at one another to register their gratitude for the unexpected intensity of their sexual release. After which, the trucker insisted on helping Mike gather up the trio’s discarded clothes and accompanied him, still naked, but no longer erect, back to the shower enclosure to join his mates.
But when they reached their destination, the sight that greeted them was far from what Mike had been expecting!
* * * * *
Now devoid of his clothing, the coach driver was sandwiched between the two younger Indians with his head submerged in Rajan’s groin and his ass impaled on Nandan’s enormous cock.
“Quick! Get his mobile out of his shirt and start recording!” Rajan called out to his companion, anxious to gain some leverage over the coach driver in the light of his earlier demands.
In no need of a second bidding, Mike did as he was told, while the amused trucker looked on with a big grin on his face.
After the briefest deliberations, he dropped the bundle of clothes he was carrying to the floor and stepped forward to join in the sexual scrimmage, the likes of which he had not witnessed before, at least in broad daylight.
As the two Indian lads focussed on fucking Dev, the randy trucker took advantage of their preoccupation to fondle their backsides in turn. Only to suffer the indignity of being warded off by both of them. After which, he switched his attentions to the prostrated older Indian who, clutching Rajan’s waist for dear life as Nandan penetrated him ever deeper, was in no position to resist his advances.
Figuring he owed Dev a favour in any case, for leaving him alone with the naked and deliciously submissive Englishman, when his younger admirers displayed the tell-tale signs of approaching orgasm, he reaching beneath his belly to grab hold of his erect dick and commenced yanking on it.
Finding himself unexpectedly back in the role of cameraman, a delighted Mike circled around the mele, capturing the action from all angles as the three participants who had yet to do so, came in rapid succession.
* * * * *
Afterwards, they quickly showered and dried themselves as best they could on the trucker’s damp towel, before hurriedly returning to the coach, outside of which, a queue of disgruntled passengers was lined up, awaiting the driver’s return.
“Remember, no more hanky-panky on the back seat!” Dev warned his new friends in an undertone, after the happy trucker had bid them farewell and headed off to the café to have something to eat to celebrate his good fortune.
But he need not have bothered, as the spent trio passed the remainder of their outward journey sleeping soundly on the back seat, leaving him to face the daily challenge that driving a large vehicle through the Indian countryside presents.
After circumnavigating wandering cows, oxcarts, camels and the occasional elephant, and having several altercations with his fellow drivers, bikers and pedestrians along the way, over two hours later, he eventually delivered his passengers safely to their destination.
* * * * *
After their arrival at the cave site, Dev introduced them to their tour guide and returned to the coach to take a well-earned nap of his own using the same seats his new found gay friends had just vacated.
For a long while the trio happily followed the rest of the group viewing the impressive monuments and carvings, until the two Indian lads eventually grew bored and opted to abandon the tour and circle back to one of the less popular caves located at its extremity, which in the past had served as a dormitory for pilgrims visiting the site.
With their confidence boosted by their sexual conquest of the coach driver, whilst nobody else was around, the pair mischievously demanded Mike follow the ascetic Jain tradition, they had just heard about - of rejecting all worldly comforts, including the wearing of clothes.
After leaving the Englishman sporting an erection, marooned completely naked in one of the stone bunks hewn from the rocks at the rear of the cave the caves, with his fair skin protected from the sun and his body provided with relief from the relentless heat, as effectively as any air-conditioning system could achieve, they headed off to the visitor centre’s restaurant to grab something to eat ahead of the rest of their party.
Leaving Mike to deepen his understanding of what he had just learnt by experiencing it first-hand, only for him to quickly drift off to sleep and dream of the devotees who had visited the shine back in its distant heyday.
To be continued...
