The Calcutta Viper

From OTwiki

One of the guys I work with is a chubby Indian guy named Balu. We've been going to lunch breaks together (usually Subway), and today he said he had to get something out of his car and I walked with him to the parking garage. As we walked up, he gave me an odd look and when he unlocked the door to his new to him Bimmer, he demanded that I "get in." It was almost like a master giving a command to his dog. I usually don't like people telling me what to do like that, but for some reason when Balu said it, I got a massive erection. I didn't really want to get into his car because I was pretty hungry and didn't want to waste my lunch break on whatever drama he was about to talk about, but I didn't want him to see my erection, so I took a seat anyway. I asked him what was up, and he said he needed some advice from me. "What do you need advice about?" "Well," he said. "I've got a crush on a coworker and I don't know how to deal with it." I laughed a little, cause I've been there before. "I understand how that goes, but let me tell you, it never ends well." "Oh?" "Yeah." "Well," Balu continued. "I think it will end pretty well this time?" "Why do you say that?" Now he had me thinking. "Because it's going to end with you having the best orgasm of your life." I was confused and shocked for a few moments, and that's when the Calcutta Viper struck. Before I knew what was happening, I had his dark brown hands in my pants, and I was biting my tongue not to scream in the car. Before long, he had my entire pipe in his mouth, and he wasn't lying. It was the best pie I've ever creamed. I lasted maybe 20 seconds before begging him to return the favor. "What do you want," I panted. "I'll do anything for you." Balu couldn't help but smile the biggest smile I've ever seen. He grabbed my hair at the back of my head and whispered sternly, "Now it's time to eat my curry." He ripped his pants off and fed me his dirty asshole and I ate every bite. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted; like a mix of dirt, burnt plastic, and rotten meat. And yet, it caused my dick to once again explode into a 90 degree angle. We finished our lunch break wiping each other clean with some old 7-11 napkins from his glove box.

Originally written by the late KDubb about JohnnyBeagle