HANGOVER!!- PART 2.( an extrapolation of the 'BEER MAN SERIAL KILLER')

Raghav loved the local Mumbai trains for these unique spine-tingling moments- every day they cradled lakhs of people, paving way for those clandestine gazes, electrifying feather touches (with the lakh people inside, it was more an aphrodisiacal body-squashing session) and of course, booty and beauty to all and sundry. Reflecting on that trail of thought, Raghav comprehended why Bollywood Directors had a field day romancing trains.

Getting his thoughts focussed once again on the spirited local lad, Raghav turned on the smouldering charm. He jostled his way through the mass of slumped shoulders, as though they were weeds that obstructed a good brushing with his healthy sapling. He assuaged the rising heat in his head by putting his hands into his pockets and clenching the cold metal inside. As he neared 'his guy', Raghav gave a half-smile that was well on its way to provoke a dimpled smile from the lad.

Raghav's eyes sauntered on the man, while simultaneously playing on all possible aliases before saying, "Jitesh. Yor name?"
"Vichoo, what do you do?"
"Achaa naam; and I do what people in India love doing most; infact, love it so much that some do it all their lives"
"Warming your ass on a freaking Government job?"
"Nahi yaar; job hunting was wat I'd meant. Besides, Government jobs hit below the belt when it comes to the money, though coming to think of what you said, I'd love warming my ass on anything 'below the belt' ! What do you do?"
"Doing my second year at H R College, Churchgate; returning from a friend's place at Marine Lines"
"Yeah, I saw you getting in there. I live under the open skies;as open to it as I'm to open people."
"I'm pretty closed in 'all' places right now, but don't mind 'invasion' of any sort, or even invading 'open spaces'."
After that, Vichoo simply let himself surrender to the moment; the moment that simply witnessed their intermingling raw desires.

As the train got into halting positions at various stations, Raghav thanked Newton's First law; the inertia of both their bodies aided in bending and brushing against one other. When the passengers started pulling out at the last stop, Raghav and Vichoo allowed the pushing crowd to have their way. The pair was the last to leave the erstwhile crowded compartment in its gloomy stranded state.

The night was still young. Vichoo said, "Arey! Apne khopche mein leke chaloon ( i'll take you to my secret place) and talk over a couple of drinks and coke/hashish? Infact, my room is only 5 minutes away from here; a small shack of a place in the quiet Raheja mansion."

"Well, I'd definitely be crossing the line there, but hell, I could jus sniff a line of the stuff and make the line disappear."Raghav and Vichoo laughed at this private joke as they stumbled along a dark alley, while Raghav marvelled at his luck; he was striking his pot of ecstacy absolutely free, just as he had badly wanted earlier that evening.

Raghav and Vichoo walked into a typical bachelor room. Raghav played the embarassed guy on a rare f*$@,while Vichoo transferred a heap of clothes adorning the bed to the nearby chair. The comforting reassurance of the 'God-knows-how-many-weeks-old' sock stench put Raghav at ease.

Vichoo then drew a line and sniffed it clean in one sweep. He had already done a few at his friend's place, which explained the free spirit Raghav had seen swimming in his eyes. Raghav looked on in disgust. Vichoo drew a line on a 500 Rupee note for Raghav and handed it over to him. Vichoo, of course wallowing in the good 'trip' failed to notice Raghav slip out the powder to the ground below. Raghav was tempted to death as his olfactory senses jumped five storeys after smelling the familiar rotten toothpaste odour; the 'stuff' had given him life and ironically taken it away in the past. But, he had a more miles to go before he could eternally sleep.

Raghav was roughly shaken out of his reverie as Vichoo bumped man to man from the behind. Raghav succumbed to Vichoo's advances. Raghav lived through his nightmares as he got royally screwed by Vichoo. He closed his eyes and the tears spilled out jus as Vichoo spilled into him behind. His body was wracked by sobs,letting Vichoo's body be rocked by lust and mindless sex.

Vichoo was spent and drifted into a slumber. Raghav disentangeled himself; the helpless shame in him was way too immense. He needed a vent, as he always had in the past. With the shame, rose the rage. He stormed out of the apartment into the open street. He wiped the tears. His nose sniffed a line of a different kind. It was time to get his real cocaine!

Read more in part 3..