Chapter One: A date night bliss
Grandpa's male maid Deepan been on leave for two weeks. For the time being, his needs been fulfilled by our house maid Sherley. She has been a part of our family for the past six years. Uncle liked male maids and he doesn't really let her to bathe or clean his private parts. Grandma passed away when I was just a kid. Grandpa been the back bone of our family for long. He was healthy and really agile considering others of his age.
Five years back, grandpa met a terrible road accident. Even though he gradually reclaimed his health, he became less active from other family matters and business. Soon he handed over the family torch to my daddy. As daddy became more dynamic in business and financial matters, grandpa became the watchdog of our home.
Me and grandpa shared a special bond for years. The bond grew as I became an adult. Grandpa at his age of early sixties, shared a lot of young and influential thoughts with me. Two months back, he fell from a bicycle while went for evening ride. He took a hard hit on his hand and it took almost a month to get fixed. Deepan was appointed for taking care of him.
The caretaker was a young boy, at mid-twenties. He was lean and really peppy. He was really good at taking care of older people. We had nothing to worry about grandpa since his arrival. He will bathe grandpa, shave him and will do the prescribed physiotherapy for his hand.
One fine evening, I was obligated to step into grandpa's bedroom. It was the time when grandpa was supposed to be alone. The view inside the room shook me so hard, I stopped there frozen. My eyes literally popped out of my head. The spectacle hit me so hard, for days it gave me sleepless nights.
Now, before judging my grandpa and his vague interests, there is some things needs to be established. He might me old but he was well built and healthy. He never sits ideal at home, always engaged in little things. Since I been really close to him, I kind of know his likes and dislikes. Once he openly admitted to me that he liked boys of my age. He admitted he has been with other men, young men to relieve the physical abstinence that created from the absence of my grandma.
A year back when I just got to nineteen. From my college hostel, I called by buddy Sebastian, on an evening. When I asked him where is he, he suddenly replied that he is with my grandpa at my home. The way he described the situation, it seemed all shady. But when I heard another voice from the other end, I could not believe my ears. It was my grandpa. I don't know what made me more worried. I was jealous of my buddy and I felt really possessed with the whole shady situation.
Back in my college hostel, I was facing another dilemma. I have been curious for couple of years and I was in the verge of coming out. One of my senior Jacob called me out for a late-night chat at a nearby Bar. He has been tailing me for months. I tired to avoid him, but he was like a cool stalker everyone wish to have. He was cute and handsome. But he seemed a bit too aggressive for a first timer like me. That night after I heard my grandpa, taking on my buddy at my own home really pumped my testosterones.
I was too restless the whole time. I finally decided to share my thoughts with my, not so friendly roommate, Shawn. But for my extreme surprise, he seemed too calm handling situations like this. He reassured me and told me to be myself and never be afraid to try new things. He knew that Jacob has eyes on me. He told me earlier that Jacob is a nice guy, especially considering him among other seniors he hangout with. Besides, in Shawn's eyes, our interests and curiosities seemed coincided.
I was confused for a second. Shawn, for the last months been a totally different person to me. I don't know what triggered him, but he swiftly changed from an absolutely bully, self-minded freak to a friendlier and more somewhat caring roommate, anybody expected to have. He had been my roommate for last seven months. During those periods, he never cared anything other than him. He always keeps his things to himself. He was not at all friendly and almost everybody loathes him. We actually started speaking openly like friends or roommates, just weeks back.
I still remember when I shared my things with my grandpa, he repeatedly asked me about my roommate and his interests. I was not that lucky to have a good caring buddy, so I told him that I practically don't have a friend at hostel. As per my grandpa's suggestions I tried to become closer to Shawn, but he always keeps a distance. His social skills were a wreck, worse than mine. Once I openly told him about my bi curious nature, he surprisingly accepted it. He said his cousin is gay and he is oaky with it. That was the first major sign that he showed. I told him my closeness with my grandpa and he adored it. Those acceptances made me try more with Shawn, and it paid off. He looks and feels like a much changed, desirable persona. Even though he became more closer to me as his roomie, he stood the same grumpy idiot, outside those hostel room walls.
That night, I went out with Jacob for dinner. We had really light dinner. After that, we hit a bar and had couple of beer. He seemed really nice guy. We had a lot of things in common. I had to admit, he seemed so adorable and friendly, I wished I should have said yes earlier. The more I spend time with him, the more I craved for him. I was going through a whole different mood that night. I still can't believe how I got the nerve to positively respond to his flirty inquiries. I never been so bold or gutsy ever. That night I was different. Maybe it was the booze, but want to go full swing.
"Among the whole fauna, when you picked me?" I asked him softly as we almost finished my second bottle.
It was dark and disco music was playing through the speakers on the walls of the shabby old Bar. The time was around nine and the place was about to close. Hearing my curious question, Jacob just shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
"Was I that predictable?" He knew I got him and he responded in a funny way.
"I mean its been like two, or three months you started following me, asking me, pleading me for a 'date'. You are my senior. You could have tried any other way to bring me to you, why the wait? I popped the bubble pretty hard.
"Well, I could have, but, that would have been wrong, this feels..." he paused searching for pleasing words.
"Right?" I tried to complete his broken sentence.
"Pleasing!" he concluded with a charming smile of confidence.
"That would have," I softy wiggled my head in accord.
"So then tell, why me?" I just want to hear, why he chosen me.
Jacob just giggled again. Finishing the rest of the bottle he stood up.
"Let's go Liston!" He put some cash on the table and took my hand.
It all happened so fast I was bamboozled. I looked at his hand and its gripped hard, strong. I stood up with him.
"Are we going?" I asked his as I followed him.
"Yes, the answers for your questions are not here!" he mumbled.
"Let me take a leak first, my tank is full" I pointed out.
"Okay, let me show you the rest room," Jacob suggested.
Jacob walked ahead of me slowly. I followed him holding on to his wrist. We were about to enter the rest room, then we saw the cleaning board which suggested to take the washroom on the other end. I head felt really heavy. I was a bit tipsy. As we passed thought the corridor, something suddenly triggered the memory of the last phone call I did to my buddy.
Inside the dark rest room, I took a long leak emptying my bladder. I went to the basin and washed my hands. I was kind of nervous. Jacob stood pretty close to me. The tension as pretty high. My heart was pounding.
"Can I kiss you?" Out of nowhere, Jacob asked me softly.
I looked up on to the large mirror in front of us. Through the reflection I looked at Shawn's glowing face. I can clearly see myself blushing. I nipped my lips in nervousness. I tired to bring a smile on to my trembling lips. I was so tensed, I stood cold.
Hugging him tightly around his warm body, we took a swift ride to our hostel in his bike. I was not sure what's gonna happen from then on. I was in bliss. I never enjoyed that notion ever in my life. It was kind of strange, tingly and supernal. It was neither romantic nor sexual. I felt so jumpy, it felt like I received the perfect gift on my birthday.
It was my first kiss. It took me to nineteen to get my first. It may not be the perfect one or the best one, but the feel it induced on me, sending shock waves through my body, twitching my veins. It just took, I don't know may be five seconds or so. I was too nervous and spooked to face him when he brought his charming face closer to me.
When Jacob pressed his torso against me, I closed my eyes in a flash. Within seconds I felt his thin peppy lips pressing against mine. I took a quick deep breath, stretched my eyebrows and tried to lean back a bit. I kept my eyes tightly closed. Jacob followed me and his lips pressed harder on me. Mine was thicker and more reddish. Before I process things in real time, he moved back his head releasing his beak form my tender cherries.
I had no idea how to react then. I opened my eyes, took a deep breath again and softly giggled in relief. Jacob looked alive and excited. I smiled, this time relieved.
"Let's go!" I suggested, just to ease the tension a little bit.
