The Malebox


(Continued from …. Bio-Chemistry in Delhi Metro! )

Sumit reached home, remembering those intimate moments full of love and passion for each other felt by those two guys he just witnessed. He was wondering how people can be so blind and bold at the same time to have such acts publicly, that’s too in a country like India. But at the same time he was mesmerized by the “internal bonding” between the two behind the apparent physical act. The physical act was just a channel to let out the strong and uncontrolled love for each other they had developed deep in their hearts.

He kept his backpack on the bed, started unbuttoning his Shirt. After changing over to the sports vest and shorts that he usually wore while he was in his PG room (a kind of hostel with bread and breakfast), he looked once again to his back-pack where he had kept those items of the unknown man he came across in metro ride. He was tired, and lonely. Too much of burden in itself. His eyes closed and he once again was lost in memories of that couple. How loving and cute they were.  There were hopes and positive signs of finding love in memories of those two guys, which was a soothing experience as opposed to the harsh reality of life. He preferred to stay in wonderland with closed eyes.

Next morning, he woke up little late. The weekend allowed him some flexibility to extend his bed time without worrying for the clock on the wall, which was showing 8:05 in the morning. A decided to stay a few minutes more in the bed, embracing the pillow as if it was a person he was hugging to. His eyes fell on his backpack still lying on his bed on the other side. Curiosity was paramount now. He got up, pulled up the backpack and took out all those items in his hand. He thought for a moment, and then captured the image printed as monogram on the visiting card. He tried google the image for a clue, but it was useless. Nothing came in search results that could help him identify or give him a clue about that person or the monogram.

 

The USB Pen drive was the last option now plugged it in his computer and started exploring the files. The files were pretty well organized in sub-folders. A looked like a backup from some office-computer. He noticed a sub-folder named “mailbox”.  Expecting it to contain his identification clues or contact details in his signature. he directly jumped on to explore the mailbox. There were around 60 emails saved in “imp” sub-folder inside the mailbox. He started going through important emails saved in “imp” one by one.  These were saved as HTML or PDF version, saved from Business Gmail account. After reading around 10 emails, he was confident that this guy has to be the one named as “Shashwat” and his mobile number and board line extension was part of his official email signature. From domain name of his email address he googled about the company. It was a creative design company, not a big name though, but had gained quite a good momentum in acquiring clientele of repute and recognition in a shorter span of time within just a few initial years.

From whatever he could quickly go through in the emails to ascertain his identity and to find his contact details, it looked like PEN drive could have vital and confidential data in it. He came back to the root folder. He then noticed “Personal” another folder down the line below the “mailbox”. Intrigued, and curious to know more of him, he couldn’t stop himself by looking what was “Personal” for Mr. Shashwat. He drilled down to “Personal” folder, which had further sub-folders, one of them being “Pics”. There were hundreds of pics of this person, whom he assumed to be Shashwat in different places. A few of them from corporate events while receiving awards, at different places and different events, some pics from his various tours around India, and probably Thailand, and some pics while traveling to beautiful hill stations and places of astonishing natural beauty. He liked the taste of Mr. Shashwat, and praised him in his mind for his choice of locations for tourism. They were very calm, not heavily crowded and a piece of live-art by nature itself. The strange thing was, these were not selfies from mobile camera, and he was a solo traveler, in almost all his tours except just a few where he was accompanied by a few guys, probably his colleagues, Sumit guessed.

Sumit had not got a chance to look at him properly when he was standing in front of him during the Metro ride. But it was a private moment for him to explore this man’s looks  leisurely.  He looked attractive though he was in his middle age. He was dressed in a presentable way, even in his personal pics. He had adorable looks, but the most appealing part of his personality was his smile, which was very welcoming and natural.

Sumit looked at the clock, which was ticking at 9:55 AM. He now had two types of information to contact him, his official email and his mobile number. He thought for a moment and then reached out to his mobile phone lying close to him. He preferred to call him instead of email. He thought such email about loosing the classified and sensitive information could have an adverse effect on his career if  got highlighted in scrutiny.

He dialed his number, and waited for the call to be answered. There was a little delay from other side.

“Hello”, a soft but manly voice echoed in his ears.

“Hi !”, said Sumit in reply.

“Yes?”, after a little awkward silence the person on the other side said in an enquiring tone.

“Is it Mr. Shashwat?”, asked Sumit. He wanted to be sure that he was talking to the right person.

“Yes, …    who is this?”, this time it was curious tone from the Shashwat, which was but natural when he received a call from an unknown number.

“Hi… I am Sumit. I was traveling with you last evening in Delhi Metro in same coach. I have a few of your items, which you probably accidentally dropped before leaving the Metro. It includes a few cards, a key with a USB Pen drive, and few Rupees”, told Sumit.

“Phew !”, he heard Shashwat exclaiming as if it was a big relief to end all his woes.

“I am sorry, I had to dig down your data to find your contact details. Believe me, there was no other option,”, apologized Sumit.

“You don’t know … you have come to me as an angel, Sumit”,  said Shashwat with a sense of gratitude. “This was really critically important and confidential data for me and my future depends a lot on it. Hope, you would have seen it yourself when you looked into data on my pen drive”, his voice sounded a little concerned this time.

“Don’t worry, Sir ! I understand your concern completely as I am well aware of corporate InfoSec (Information Security) practices. Rest assured, your data is still safe with me and I haven’t misused it. My intentions were only to find your contact details through it.”, reverted Sumit.

“Yes, I know. Would you mind telling me where and when can I collect it? I would really appreciate if it can be done today itself.”, asked Shashwat.

There was a little silence now. Sumit could not decide “when and Where”. He did not want to call him to his room.

“Please don’t take it otherwise, I cannot repay your deeds but I would be more than happy to help you anyways I can”, Shashwat said again after he sensed a little awkward silence from Sumit.

“No.. No.. not at all, Sir!”, said Sumit. “My apologies for delay in responding to your query, but actually I was just thinking about it When and Where. It was my moral duty to return it to you after you dropped it on me last evening.”, Sumit felt a little embarrassed this time. His silence was mis-understood as a “Demand” in return of favor.

“Where do you live?”, asked Sumit.

“I live at G K -1 in Delhi”, replied Shashwat.

“Great ! I have to go to Nehru Place today. Will you be available in afternoon between 2 – 4 PM to collect it?”, asked Sumit.

“Anytime you say. Just give a call half an hour before you reach there”, Shashwat replied.

“Excellent !”, said Sumit.

“See you around 4 PM then..! I will call. Bye.”, said Sumit before hanging up.

He started exploring his “Pics” once again, and copied it to his laptop. “Why? he couldn’t justify to himself. He felt a need to copy Shashwat’s pics folder before returning his pen drive. He went back to his local folder where he had copied the pics to see if it was copied correctly and noticed there was a hidden sub-folder named “Malebox” inside “Pics”, along with a few other sub-folders. Curious enough, he opened it and found a few images of gay kissing and smooches downloaded from some porn site. It was all of young gay models with a mature man.

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Bio-Chemistry in Delhi Metro!


(Continued … from Indian Swag !)

Sumit quickly got up from his seat, trying to accommodate all his belongings carefully and ran towards to the closing gate but it was too late. The train had already started towards its next destination.

A heavy load of metro was shed at last station when most of the people got down but it was still crowded. Sumit’s seat was taken by another elderly person, so there was no question of him going back to ask for his seat again. He was lucky to get the space vacant next to the exit gate of the metro coach where he could hardly reach before the gates were locked. He preferred to stand there with his backpack resting on the fiber support-wall of the seats.

He was glancing the scene of the metro coach in front of his eyes while his mind was busy finding a solution to what he should do with the things fallen on his lap belonging to that gentleman. Suddenly he noticed two young guys standing in the isle between the seats in next stretch of metro coach. They were young, in early twenties, around same age, one looking a little younger than the other. Both were attractive but younger one was cuter than the other. Both were fair, fit, and handsome.

Seeing these two guys, who were standing adjacent to each other at a relatively closer distance, a thought of “something special between them” came to his mind. But then he discarded the idea blaming the reason of closeness to be over-crowded metro coach. They were not talking to each other and probably it was just a co-incidence that brought them at such a close distance to each other.

Sumit looked at the things in his hand once again. A bunch of visiting cards with just a monogram, a pen drive attached to a key, and a few bunch of Rupees mostly in  denominations of 10’s and 20’s. The pen drive was the only hope for him to find any clues of his master. But is it morally correct to look into someone’s data without his consent? His conscience did not allow him to do that but was there any other option available? There was no number, address or any other details mentioned on the visiting card except a single alphabet monogram.

Sumit held everything back in his palm thinking what to do and rested his head back on the wall. Now he noticed the guys in front of him were talking to each other. He smiled. His intuition wasn’t that bad after all. They were acquainted to each other, or probably more than just an acquaintance.

“What a cute and lovely couple”, he talked to himself seeing the two. “Huh ! They are just colleagues or good friends probably. I am overthinking”, He smiled again on his creative thinking. He just made two normal guys “a couple”. He must refrain from such literature which is now influencing his thoughts, he suggested to himself. But no, it was this special chemistry between them right from the moment he noticed them first, which was evidently highlighting the “special bonding”.

The train crossed next couple of stations and he could not stop himself from getting a glimpse of the guys every now and then. What was it… just a curiosity … or the charm of  their beauty.. or his hidden desires to find immortal love in his “assumed couples” was the main reason for him to keep looking at them time and again, he could not understand it. But he was impulsed to follow them with his eyes… probably knowing the fact that this scene will not last long in front of his eyes. Something that he only dreamt of was happening in real in front of his eyes.

The train halted at next station and two seats in front of those two guys were vacated. They quickly occupied the two adjacent seats. These were the corner seats. After they settled down on the seat comfortably, the beard guy asked the younger guy to share his earphone. The younger guy was sitting on right of the beard guy. He adjusted his backpack on his lap covering himself upto mid-chest and the beard guy inserted his hand inside in the gap between backpack and the younger guy. The younger guy resisted a little and interrupted his hand a couple of times, when the beard guy held his arm with his other hand and pulled it out. He put younger guy’s arm over the backpack on his lap and held it tight with his second hand so that younger guy could not interrupt him any more. The chemistry between them was now turning into more powerful bio-chemistry. Luckily, no one was standing right in front of them at the moment or facing them. They both kept watching the rest of the people around to see who is noticing them. Almost everyone around them was busy, either with their mobile or something else. A mid aged person on the opposite lane was busy reading his news paper spread wide. No one was apparently looking at them.

This made the beard guy proceed further. He inserted his right arm in the gap between the younger guy’s body and the backpack kept on on his lap and then his arm started moving in and out. It was evident what he was doing. The to and fro movements of his elbow started gaining speed and a little aggression. The younger lad became a little uncomfortable, looked again at people around him and found no one observing them. He then tried to get rid of his left hand captivated in the tight grip of beard guy, and then tried to pull the beard guy’s hand out or may be asked him to slow down. The movements of beard guy’s hand were slowed down, for a moment. Both of them kept talking during all this intermittently to appear in between normal routine conversations, just to not attract undue attention. Younger guy was resisting the movements of beard guy’s hand reaching his groin and then the beard guy pulled-out  younger guy’s hand again gently and held it in his other hand. His right hand started doing what it was doing earlier with same aggressive pace, ignoring younger one’s reluctance. The fair complexion of younger lad’s face turned a bit pinkish in a few moments when the beard guy kept rubbing and massaging his mate. The beard guy was still aggressively enjoying the feel of crotch of his younger pal with his hand. Both kept watching over each other to avoid anyone catching them in this act. It was then the younger guy’s eyes met Sumit’s eyes. Eyes speak loud and clear. Sumit quickly moved his eyes away as if it was just a casual glimpse. And then younger guy whispered something to beard guy and pulled his hand out of his crotch area. Beard guy was reluctant to take his hand out but had to do it when younger one insisted. Sumit was standing on back side of the beard guy. After the younger guy whispered and stopped the beard guy, he turned back to see in the direction Sumit was standing. Later, younger one removed his backpack from his lap and both sat casually as a normal passenger. The beard guy resumed listening music through his mobile device.

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No doubt, it was a cute couple, with a strong bio-chemistry bonding between them. The forces comprised of compassion, possessiveness and admiration for each other and unspoken right over each other’s body were enough to give a clear sign of love for each other which strengthens the bonding even deeper when it is governed by such bio-chemistry.

The train halted at next station and both alighted the train on their way to home, and Sumit tried to capture the last glimpse of this cute couple in his memories.

Indian Swag !


Standing in the queue, waiting for next metro train on platform, Sumit was getting impatient. Anyone can easily notice it through his repeated looking at the clock and then on the railway track expecting a glimpse of the train distantly.  The queue was long, as usual, during peak office hours.

Lean, fit body-build, 6 feet tall, with a pleasant personality, he was an average north Indian guy in his mid twenties. Blue denim shirt on a matching blue jeans, with tinted black googles and wireless headphones covering his silky black hair were enough to hint about his profession. He must be an IT guy. He was clean shaved, but slightly greenish shade on his cheeks and chin was complimenting his fair complexion and hinting about nicely dense beard earlier.

Suddenly people standing in queue started moving chaotically trying to grab the front position in queue. The train was about to enter the platform. Everyone wanted to get in first. Indians lack patience. The train stopped and the gates of coach opened. The crowd started rushing in without caring for passengers or to allow them to alight first.  Sumit too boarded the train. He felt a push from the person behind and a soft but manly voice echoed in his ears with the word “Sorry!”.

Sumit was lucky to get hold of a vacant seat as he was among the front runners in the queue. Within a few moments, all the vacancies were occupied and rest of the people were adjusting themselves to find a comfortable place in the densely packed compartment. After getting seated comfortably, he noticed the guy standing in front of him was a man in his early 40’s, but with an eye-catching personality. An average Indian guy, shape and weight proportionate to his height, nicely trimmed hair and wearing a suit over a white shirt. The color of his skin under his white shirt was clearly visible and indicating he wasn’t wearing any vest. The top button of his shirt was opened, which allowed Sumit to notice a golden chain shining on his smooth appearing chest. Sumit could not stop his eyes from having a quick scan of his physique and contours. The round and perfectly shaped thighs, and bubble butts which were evident from his perfectly fit trouser, were enough to give an instant hard-on to Sumit. The man was looking at the mobile screen in his one hand, facing Sumit and holding the support-handle on the roof from the second hand.

Sumit wanted to have a more deeper and clear inspection of this man so he took his goggles off. But he felt embarrassed when his eyes moved back to his face from legs and he was caught red-handed by this man, checking out on him. It was a momentary eye contact but his penetrating eyes could read Sumit’s mind in that one moment. The man just gave a little smile to greet Sumit when their eyes met and started looking back on his mobile screen, as if he did not notice anything.

Nervousness was evident on Sumit’s blushing face. He too smiled and then pretended as if he took his goggles down to clean the glasses, and took it back. We know what we are, but feel bad if our secrets turn into open book.

After a while, when his racing heart beats settled with his nervousness, he looked back at the man in front of him but this time carefully, hiding his intentions behind the colored glasses he was wearing. He felt strongly mesmerized by friendly smile during the momentary eye-contacts he had with this man a little while ago. Absurd thoughts started popping up in Sumit’s mind. “Is he married? How do I know?… “, he was talking to himself in his thoughts.  There was some unknown attraction that Sumit could not understand why he was getting pulled to this man.

“In a short while, this man or I will get separated…  but I want to stay in touch with him”, Sumit was lost in his own thoughts. The man was standing so close to Sumit that his legs were touching Sumit’s knee’s frequently on every jerk in the moving train. It was not abnormal in over-crowded Delhi Metro to have such closeness.

The train started slowing down as the next station approached. “The gates will open on right. Please mind the gap”, the normal pre-recorded message hinted the passengers of the coming station. The man picked up his bag resting on floor to his shoulder, preparing to get off the train. He then took his handkerchief out from his trouser pocket, and started wiping off his sweating forehead, and moved in a hurry towards the opening compartment gates amid the heavy jerks of train stopping at platform. Sumit, who was busy in re-imagining the scene with his eyes closed, when he caught a clear glimpse of this man’s friendly smile a while ago, was suddenly taken back to reality when he felt something falling in his hands. He opened his eyes in wide surprise to see what it was and noticed this man just moving past him rushing towards the opening gate. He felt sad as the moment of separation has come so fast. He noticed the man was pulling out his handkerchief out of his pocket in hurry and struggling with crowd to reach the opening gates. It took a few moments for him to understand that the things fallen on Sumit’s hand were from this man’s pocket. He noticed it was a USB pen drive and a couple of visiting cards. Sumit shouted “Hello …!” trying to get attention of the man, but it was too late. He  had already de-boarded the train, and train doors were getting closed again. It was not easy to reach him as the train had started moving to next station.

Your Life; Your Choice


After 6 months of training, my job requires me to regularly visit the production plant. For next 6 months of training I will have to visit the production plant situated at other corner of Gurugram (Gurgaon, Haryana)  at least 3 days a week.

My previous two visits to this production plant were not a pleasant experience for me. So when I came to know that I would have to go to same plant, every alternate day, and minimum 3 days a week, I was skeptical of the continuing this part of training.

It has been two weeks now. And initial pain and sufferings during the travel are now slowly becoming a norm of travel during busiest office hours. I have learned to compromise with what is out of my control and cannot be changed. But you know what? The travel from Noida to Gurugram (Gurgaon) is a big trouble. You will be eventually raped every day, if you hate this. And if this is your favorite game, you may enjoy free sex everyday with new people and new faces.

There is a big difference in the last event, I referred above and the kind of experiences I am going through now. Last time, it was forced on me. I still strongly believe that it was intentional. But current experiences, I can understand that this it is result of circumstantial incident, and people around me also feel equally awkward when their hands, or their butts keep on touching my penis again and again and there is no space to turn around or adjust their position. Slowly such push and rubbing actions due to frequent breaks and movement of the vehicle wake up the sleeping part of my body. Hardening can be easily felt in subsequent touches. This becomes particularly more embarrassing when person standing against me had to notice a hard-on in my private parts after a while. But, I guess, it is also equally embarrassing to them also because, no one ever reacted in past two weeks or tried to look into my eyes. They also understood the gravity of the situation.

That makes me think, how suffocating and torturous would it be for girls to travel through public conveyance in New Delhi. The criminal and mischievous elements can exploit the situation to take benefit of it and sexually abuse anyone. Such elements do not need to do anything particularly except to stand next to the person whom he want to abuse sexually. Everything would be automatically managed by the DTC bus driver, who would contribute by applying breaks every now and then.

So, if you are feeling horny, and do not find a good way to release your sexual energy, plan a visit through DTC bus in morning peak office hours, from Noida Sector 37 to Gurugram via Mehrauli Road. You may enjoy a second session same day, if you are lucky enough, when you board the Metro Yellow Line at Saket Metro Station. Not to mention, journey time must be between 7 AM to 8:30 AM.

DTC… “Servicing efficiently its customers

and

Delhi Metro …”On time, Every time” …

… finally, it’s  “Your life; Your Choice“… and your needs…  DTC, or Delhi Metro … or both 🙂

Master-Piece in Delhi Metro


8:30 AM, Yellow Line Metro @ Saket Metro Station in New Delhi.

This week I had to rush to Gurgaon, to attend a seminar. It was a week-long series and I was nominated by my senior manager to participate in it.

Soon, after I entered the metro station, I realized it was not a good choice after seeing the crowd. But there were not much options available either. As soon as I reached the platform, the announcement alerted the Passengers for an incoming train terminating on next station (Qutub Metro Station). There was again a huge crowd that un-boarded that train to catch the next train to Gurgaon. This extra load of passengers was suffocating and worrying me. I decided to move towards last coaches as there were relatively lesser people towards end.

The train came in and halted, and the crowd struggled hard to fit in the already over-crowded metro coaches. I was already running late, and could not afford any more delays so I was mentally prepared for this kind of struggle. Somehow, I was able to step inside (actually the people standing behind me pushed me in so it was not my effort at all). Since I was standing on the front row, I was lucky to get inside the coach but the people behind me had no option except to wait for next train.

The train started moving with a jerk, but the inside, it was so densely packed that even a powerful earthquake would not make anyone fall. There was no space at all. It took me 5 minutes to adjust and make space for myself so that I could stand in a civilized, human-like pose and balance myself.

To my left, there was this another guy, with a lean body built. We were facing opposite sides of coach (so basically could see each other face to face). He asked me to put my backpack down to make it easier for him and more room for fellow passengers. I was hanging my back on same side where he was standing so it might be causing a problem to him. I accepted his suggestion. Now I was holding my bag in left hand and was holding the handle on the roof of the coach from second hand.

The train was jam-packed, no doubt. There was no room, no doubt. People were standing very close to each other almost embracing the person opposite to them, and the distance between them was so negligible that you could not tell if they were just about to kiss each other or was it a result of jerks due to metro movements that was making it happen. So everyone was standing in a pose to avoid a face to face position with next person to avoid further embarrassments.

After a few people behind me exchanged their positions, to let the person reach the front door of coach who wanted to get down at next station, I felt that the new person behind me was in extreme proximity to my body. His whole body (his front side) was directly touching almost every inch of my whole body (my backside). Initially I though, it was because of my fears and reservations that made me think this way. I tried to make myself understand the lack of availability of room and over-crowded coach the reason for this thing and assumed it is normal under these circumstances. But I was wrong. There was no room available to me to move. Initially, the person had relatively lesser contacts with my body, but he did make sure that whenever there was an opportunity (breaks applied) his body was completely touching mine.

Feeling uncomfortable with this, I tried to incline forward so that I can avoid his body touching mine but it was not practically possible. Slowly, in a couple of minutes, the incidents of his body touching mine was increasing. I felt that  his body  was now in constant touch with my body all the time. There were only times when the train caught speed and that force was trying to create some space between our bodies, when our bodies were separated. He even did not allow it to break apart completely.

My doubts about this turned into a reality when I started feeling frequent thrusts on my hips after a short time. His upper half of the body was now constantly in touch with mine and the only gap that was intermittent, was between his body and my hips. Soon, this gap was also eliminated as I now felt more frequent thrusts on my hips from his body every few seconds. But whenever there was any opportunity in the form of breaks or slow-downs in metro speed, he pushed himself harder on me. I could feel that he was standing right behind me exactly covering me in the center of his body. It was very embarrassing, frustrating and frightening situation for me.

After approximately, 10 minutes, when a huge chunk of crowd un-boarded the train, and there was plenty of room, the first thing I did was to move a few steps away to a different position to make a comfortable distance from him. And when I turned back to see who he was, I saw the same lean, young guy who had asked me to take off my bag from my back moving from the position behind me to opposite end of the coach.

I may be wrong in assuming things here, which is highly unlikely. All the logic and arguments fail miserably to explain it to me that he did not do it deliberately. Also, I am unable to understand why he then suddenly moved away if he was not guilty?

I am also disappointed. Is it somewhere written on my face that I am such an stupid easy target? Why me? Do I look abnormal? How did he took such a daring step, in such a crowd, to a 6 feet man? I mean, I was stronger and taller to him physically and he should feel some sort of fear to face dire consequences for his ill doings. It is not just first incident of this type. How could people be so insensitive to others feelings?

It is breaking me down and I am catching a kind of inferiority complex. Do I not look or behave manly? How dare a stranger behave so wrong with me, especially with someone who is physically stronger to him?

I talked to my roomie and told him the incident when he came back from his office in the evening. He first got irritated and abused him furiously. I had hardly seen him ever in such angry mood but this time, I was feeling good on his wrath on that stupid metro guy. It made me feel secured once again.

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After a few moments, he smiled and kissed me on cheek and said, “What could he do my dear, it was not his fault either. You are a master-piece. Please forgive him.”

Now I am thinking what exactly did he mean !… Was it a Sarcastic compliment?