The CallBoys of Kochi

Prostitution is undoubtedly by far the "Oldest Profession" in the world. No wonder accounts of prostitutes can be found in holy texts, historical records and mythological epics. Prostitution as defined by Wikipedia "is the business or practice of engaging in sexual relations in exchange for payment or some other benefit"

Somehow in real life we dilute this definition and shape it to suit our needs. For example an older guy who loves fucking young boys thinks its ok because in return the younger guy accepts mobile recharges, occasional gifts, treats and in some cases the occasional booze treats. Let me make it categorically clear that in the above case this younger chap is a prostitute, no ifs no buts Period. After months of being on "fake-fb" (fb profile under a fake identity) i have learnt that most of the young subscribers here are looking for slightly older bros (chettanmar) who can provide them with free recharges, new clothes and occasionally the company of mid-20 dudes who booze and smoke and make these adolescent chaps look cool on their Facebook profiles and in return they reward these mid-20 dudes with sex. I am not here to judge the moral implications of such action. These younger chaps are fully aware of what they are doing and if they choose to do so willingly, who am i to judge.

But what shocks me the most is the fact that to what extent people go to get what they want. Has money become so important that these young kids trade their bodies for it. and the fact that so many guys are doing this makes it even more questionable. I don't condemn prostitutes, primarily because i believe no one willingly gets into the trade, But when i refer to these new age "Call boys" i condemn their action as they are much more well off when compared to conventional prostitutes, they are well educated, capable of earning on their own, legally but somehow they take advantage of the loose morals of today's working class.

This next post is the account of one such Call boy named "Siyad". On the outside he is a simple sales guy, working in a small plastic manufacturing company and that's how i know him. Oh of course i need to tell you something about me, i am 27 and i work for a plastic manufacturing company that supplies industrial use plastic pipes and fittings. He works for a smaller company that sells smaller components to bigger companies like the one i work in. Hence whenever he comes to our company he always seems desperate, he needs to meet his targets to get paid and he tries really hard as there are very few companies in kerala that buys the components that his company makes.

Siyad-Sex in your Apartment Daily. 

I joined this company as a merchandiser and it is my job to hunt for quality, reliable and economically priced components that my company needs.When i initially started at this job i was surrounded by old chaps. Pot bellies and clean, neatly ironed shirts. Its basically a sales industry that doesn't require any major travelling in the sun but has an adequate amount of pressure as big companies like ours quickly change our sources as we would always prefer to source from companies who can provide us components which are cheaper at the same quality level.

In the last one year, i have seen a major change in the age group of the sales guys of our bidding companies, most companies have fired all their pot bellied staff and replaced them with young guys who are ready to work for much lesser salaries and much higher targets, this means that every time a bidding process takes place, our office looks like a college arts fest, strikingly handsome guys come in looking like they have been in a cross-country run, sweaty shirts and body odour mixed with deodorant. The always peaceful looking pot bellied middle aged salesmen have been replaced by young perfect figure boys who look perpetually worried about their targets.Usually i need not attend these bidding processes as i have been assigned to handle bigger deals and there is an assistant merchandiser who handles smaller bids but on occasion when he is not present i need to do smaller bids also.

This incident happened in our Trivandrum office about 6 months back and opened my eyes to the world of homosexual prostitution. The assistant merchandiser had met with an accident over the weekend and i was unprepared for what i saw when i walked into our office in the morning, i was surprised to see so many young guys flooding in for the bidding process. I had to employ the usual delaying tactics and announced that the bidding was postponed and would only start the next day, there was instant disappointment on everyone's faces as many had traveled great distances just to get there. Slowly everyone emptied out of the room and i received a call from the assistant merchandiser saying that he could not come for 1 week. Now that left me with no choice but to conduct the bidding process myself on the next day, so i began preparing myself  going through the files trying to find out what the requirement was when suddenly a young guy came bursting into the room, he looked no more than 19 years of age and was visibly sweating like a pig, "bidding kazhinjo chetta" (is the bidding over) he asked almost short for breath. I took a moment to scan him up and down before i replied. He was a dark brown colored guy, almost 5ft9inches tall slim body, he was wearing a half sleeve black denim shirt and blue jeans tucked in loosely under his belt. He smelt of sweat and dirt and seemed like he had been running just to get here on time. There were beads of sweat trickling down his beautiful face and hands, he had the most sexy hands i had ever seen, slightly muscular not too much muscles just exactly enough to make me horny, you could see the veins on his hands protruding like they were ready to burst out. His shirt was stained with the salt deposits in his sweat but if you ask me he looked just Yum!!!.

I replied after a rather long wait, saying that the bidding process was postponed and would be held only on the next day. He looked relived as he heard the news and i asked him to sit down and offered him a glass of water. He said that he was from XYZ Co, and i instantly recognized the brand name as i remember how many times i had rejected their deals as they always put forth substandard products. Usually the sales guy from their company was a middle aged guy who seemed too lazy to strike a deal whenever the bidding took place and i was actually relieved that they changed their staff. He excused himself as he said that he had to leave and find accommodation as he was from Kannur and needed to stay the night in Trivandrum.

Trivandrum Lodge  
Although i get paid a decent amount as salary, i hardly get reimbursed adequately for my stay in the cities that i travel to, so i choose to take cheap lodges so that whenever i travel it doesn't burn a hole in my pocket. At Trivandrum i usually stay in U-Lodge in Thampanoor which is a run down lodge with just the basic facilities, a tv, an attached bathroom and a clean bedsheet. But everyone who takes a room there knows fully well that the lodge is frequented by prostitutes and people who are looking for some "fun" in trivandrum, the room costs just 300 rupees and no one really questions you a lot at the reception. The flooring is basic red-lead oxide and looks like a old kerala house, the bathrooms although attached have common windows, so one could almost hear what is going on in the other bathroom. I frequently stay at this lodge so the receptionist knows me and always gives me the same room which i know for sure is the best room there. There is only one other room on that floor so i usually dont have any noisy neighbours. 

It was a busy day at office and i reached the lodge at 9pm and quickly wanted to take a bath and go out for dinner. I am usually a very quite walker and i don't make too much noise as i move around, this helps me get into rooms and places pretty much unnoticed, so i slid into my room and turned on the light just as i opened the bathroom door i noticed that there was this weird sound emanating from the adjacent bathroom it was a strange sound, the sound of someone struggling with something almost as if the person was going through a certain painful situation, soon that sound was followed by the sound of slapping thighs,now this sound was in such regular intervals that i figured out what it was. I was instantly overjoyed as i knew someone was having sex in the other bathroom. Usually i dont get a hard-on instantly but this time i was fully erect just by thinking who the guy fucking in the other room might be so i crouched into the bathroom without turning on the light and tried eavesdropping into my new neighbors private life.

After a few minutes of the same sounds slowly i heard a very deep voice say "Nalla hard ayyi Adikyada" (Can u Hit Harder) soon the sound of slapping thighs grew intense and the deep voice seemed to groan with delight, i was on cloud nine as i knew this was gay sex, Soon a softer voice said in a commanding voice "thirinju irikyu njaan vayil tharaam" (turn around i will give it in your mouth). Now the sounds of slapping thighs stopped and what i heard next was the sound of the immense pleasure of releasing cum. I knew it was game over so i moved out of the bathroom and opened the front door. I found nobody out side so i got back into my room. Then i went about my usual things as i had to get ready, after taking a bath i got out of my room and went downstairs to go out for dinner. It was then that i remembered that i had forgotten my wallet so grudgingly i headed back to my room taking the same flight of stairs when i noticed two people coming down from my floor, i instantly knew that they were the people from the bathroom scene, but i had to act like i didn't know anything, so i mostly glanced at the floor and tried to avoid eye contact with the person coming down the stairs. I could barely make out that it was a 40 something guy with a pot belly and dark sunglasses covering his face intentionally (who wares sunglasses at night anyway) the second guy was slim and tall and i was trying hard not to look directly at him but as soon as he came down to the same stair step as i was he said hi, i looked at him in surprise. I said hi , instantly recognizing him to be Siyad the sales guy in my office this morning. I quickly said that i was living on the next floor and had to go to my room and that i would see him tomorrow, i quickly left as i didnt want my silly face to express the big secret. Siyad was gay Oh My God!!!! he was so damn sexy i almost was certain he was straight. I was literally jumping with joy. I rushed to my room and rushed downstairs but they had already left and i was like shit !!! what a loss.

I spent the rest of the evening roaming through East Fort Trivandrum, suddenly this boring city seemed like a pretty good place. My mind was constantly fixating on Siyad, he looked different this time, he was neatly dressed in a tee shirt and jeans and he smelt so nice, probably a good deodorant, He had taken a bath and look like a cute baby. His skin looked like it was made of chocolate, dark chocolate. i remembered that he was wearing a bulky wrist watch that was black metal possibly expensive maybe Fossil or Police. He didn't look like the desperate young sales guy which i saw in the morning, the person i met on the stairs was happy and confident. Soon i got bored of drifting aimlessly through the city so i headed back to my lodge, On the way to my lodge there is this cheap beer and wine parlor which was one of the oldest bars of Thampanoor i was not in a mood to drink, but for some strange reason i entered the bar and lit a cigarette. As i walked about smoking i saw a familiar face through the window of the bar, Siyad was sitting alone drinking beer, i instantly wanted to leave as it wouldn't be nice if i had to go in, ultimately he was a bidder and our relationship was purely professional, i guess i took too much time to think, and he saw me and called out to me asking me to join him. I was lucky the second time today. So i sat down beside him and ordered a beer for myself and i started to ask him about his job etc etc he asked me a lot of questions about my job and life and as the conversations progressed and a few more bottles came and went by we could say that we knew each other. I wish i could have left it at that. Oh how i wish i would have shut my mouth and kept my secret but i was too drunk, too uninhibited that i blankly asked him who the other guy was who came down the stairs. Out came a lie, "Uncle". Bullshit i knew he was not his uncle, i knew i had no right to ask more but i kept asking more questions. I could see that siyad had become uncomfortable with me asking too many questions so i shut my mouth for a while and then siyad asked me "Entha chetta ingane chothinkyunne" (Why are you asking me like this, brother). I was too drunk to notice that i didn't reply for a long time and that i was hanging my head low and not looking at his face and that was making him more uncomfortable, after sometime i looked up and said "eda ennik bathroomilude sound kelkayirnnu" (i could hear the sounds through the bath room) Before he could reply the waiter came with the bill, i took the bill but siyad snatched it from my hand and took off towards the cash counter. After leaving the bar we walked back to our lodge in utter silence.

He seemed terrified by the fact that i knew his secret but i was amazed by how smartly he choose to keep silent after i revealed that information. Seeing that i was not asking more question he changed the topic and began asking me about our deal after sometime we reached our lodge and our floor and we had to part ways. So i got into my room my head was reeling and my chest was warm with all the beer in my body. I just lay on the bed thinking about Siyad. I was too drunk to notice that i had fallen asleep and forgot to switch off the light...I slept peacefully but i was rudely awakened by a loud knock on the door. "Chetta......chettan vannu door adiky" (get up and close the door brother) with one eye completely shut i peeped through the other eye i could vaguely see Siyad dressed in just a Mundu white with red checks folded up revealing his legs. i got up quickly noticing a stranger in my hotel room and my door unlocked.

I was still dazed and sleepy but i stood up and asked him what the time was, he said 1pm, i asked him why he hadn't slept yet, he replied "tension ayyi poyi chettan ellam arinjalle" (i was tense thinking that you know everything). i immediately hugged him saying that it was ok and i would not tell anyone, as i hugged him both of us noticed that my cock was rock hard and poking at his legs, he instantly smiled and said "chettanne ennik ishtamayyo" (r u interested in me) i smiled shyly and said yes. we both sat down on the bed and he placed his hands on my thighs and started rubbing his hands on them trying to get me into the mood. i was not resisting at all and soon he was rubbing my dick and gently pressing my balls. i pulled him towards the bed and asked him to lie down on my chest. "Chetta i am a Callboy" he confessed. i was shocked out of my senses and waited for sometime before i replied .....so how much did that uncle pay you ....2000 rupees he replied. I sat up on the bed still trying to take in all the information i had recieved.

For the next 2 hours we just lay in bed taking about how siyad had got into the sex trade. Siyad was 23 years old and he had his first paid gay sex with a college roomates uncle, he was late to arrive at his college hostel one night and so his roommate asked his uncle to allow siyad to spend the night at their house, siyad had never imagined how this one night would change his life,
Uncle took siyad home and gave him a room and asked him to take a bath after his bath this uncle was standing there outside the door and as soon as he came out he hugged siyad and since siyad had had many gay experiences before he knew exactly what uncles intentions were, so he allowed uncle to go on ....uncle sucked siyad's 8 inch cock and drank his milk siyad was overjoyed, he had never got such superb sucking in his life and no body till date had ever drank his cum. Uncle left the room after taking his number and asked siyad to come to his room a little later after about half and hour he got a miscall and so siyad got up and went to the master bedroom and saw that uncle and his wife were having sex, uncle pulled siyad by the hand and asked him to stand in between his wife and him. siyad had never had sex with a girl before but was very excited to see such big boobs and smooth body, he instantly became hard and put his arms around aunty, aunty was resiting at first but soon uncle pulled siyads pants down and aunty saw his thick 8 inch dick, uncle's dick was just 4 inches and siyad soon understood why aunty was so unsatisfied, he started to fuck aunty in front of uncle and it took him a long time to cum as uncle had earlier already drank most of his cum. 3 months after this incident he got a call from uncle again but this time he said he couldn't come because he didn't have any money, so uncle started offering him cash for sex. Siyad soon opened a fake-fb and a pr account where he openly proclaimed he was a call boy, soon he got lots of offers from uncles, couples, cds for paid sex , in 5 years he had sex with almost 30 people this way and he was happy that he could buy whatever he wanted with all the money he was making, some people especially couples also gave him a few gifts, one couple also asked him to give them a baby as they could not have a baby on their own. He didnt like gay sex so much and he would always prefer meeting couples instead of single men, but if someone was ready to pay him a good amount he would be ready for it. In 5 years he had earned a good amount of money  this way and he would regularly post on fb advertising his services, by now he had many followers and many couples would even recommend him, because of his stamina and thick dick, he even told me that once he fucked a brother and sister in the same night. I cant guarantee that all this is true but i know for a fact that what i heard in the bathroom that night was true and most of what he was saying might be true. A person who earns less than Rs 10,000 a month cannot own an iPhone and a Police wrist watch with that salary, while browsing through the pictures on his mobile i saw his house, and pictures of his parents, they were simple people who could never afford to buy their son an iPhone. We slept in my room that night after discussing his life in detail, we obviously did not have sex that night as by then he had already given me a handjob,  i didnt want sex also because i didn't want to be number 32 on his list of clients. In the morning as we both got and left for office and that was the last time i ever saw him, we are still friends, but we just chat on the phone and watsapp nothing more.

PS: Sometimes the truth is too hard to digest, but i assure you i have narrated events exactly as they happened, no masala, no drama.