Pseudo BlowJob (Additional Part III)

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I woke up with a start, I looked around. It was my stupid alarm ringing. I looked at my window. It was still dark. I looked at alarm again. It showed 4.30am. Then it struck me today was Tigers match and he wanted me to come along. Bed was inviting and promises' are meant to be broken I thought.

' यदा यदा ही धर्मस्य ग्लानिर्भवति भारत, अभ्युथानम् अधर्मस्य तदात्मानं सृजाम्यहम् '

I picked the call before Mukesh Khanas voice could wake up everyone.

'I'm up' I said without waiting for question.

'Good, coz no one else is coming' Tiger said.

'What will I do alone?'

'I'm there too Na?'

'but you would be playing'

'please , just for me'

'ok any way I'm up, I'll come'

I got dressed, had a quick breakfast. Tea with bread and butter. My watch read 5.50am. The match location was near the Tigers house which was about one and half hours of travelling from my home. The frequency of train from my home station to Tigers is very less. The first train was scheduled at six and next was at seven twenty. I hurried to station only to discover that the train is fifteen minutes late. It was then that I realized I forgot my mobile. I bought a copy of Times and waited on train for arrive. Surprised at the rush, I boarded the train only to find all the seats already full. I cursed myself for forgetting the mobile and tried reading newspaper. The train started and a shiver ran down my spine as cold air blew inside the train. I cursed myself again for wearing a thin tee and tracks.

I alighted at a pretty busy station and walked to the ground. The match was scheduled for 7.30 am and it was already 7.45am. I was surprised to see an empty ground. I sat in the sun waiting for Tiger and his friends to arrive. I was thinking of the assignments to be written (for non-engineers: assignments are the stupid writing tasks which have only nuisance value).

*As I'm writing this , my Uncle (my dad's sisters Husband) is telling me ' Person thinks about life from what he experiences, Quoting story of four blind persons trying to imagine what elephant looks like. The blind1 who feels the legs of Elephant thinks elephant is like a tree, Blind2 who feels the Ears think elephant is like Rug, Blind three who feels the tail think Elephant is like rope and the last blind thinks elephant is like wall feeling his torso. I know this has nothing to do with the story but just written it. KHI KHI KHI waise the story is also just written ;-) :-P *

I lie on my stomach watching the curves of grass, feeling their pointed tips, getting down in the fragrance of tree. I feel pat on my bums, I look up. Tiger is smiling at me.

'How can you forget your phone?'

'Leave it.' I take a deep breath and ask 'why ain't the others coming ?'

'If I tell ya, you'll feel bad so leave it'

'ok leave it'

Addressing others he said 'guys this is ruchi about whom i told ya about, and ruchu this is my team. I don't think you need to know the names, do you'

I look at him sheepishly. He gently kicks me on my ribs 'now get up'

I take his hand and get up on my feet.

'And why are ya dressed as if you are going to play?'

'Its good yaar, at least we have a twelfth man for first time' His friend joked.

Tiger laughed, I give a fake smile.

'We are serious about 12th man thing, start working 12th man unpack our kits'

The other team had arrived too and so had the umpires. The captain of tiger's team went for the toss. When he returned he was smiling.

'Lost the toss, we are batting second.'

Tiger informed me about their superstition. Whenever their captain looses toss, they win match.

A tall guy threw a pair of white track and a very small white tee-shirt.

"U needs to be in whites to be 12th man" Tiger explained.

I was looking around to see where to change.

"Are you going to change or not."

"In open?"

"So what... It's just us boys here. What r u ashamed of?"

I took a deep breath. I usually do it to show my disapproval but I'm not sure if anyone even saw it.

I removed my clothes and put the whites on only to discover that the track was tight and the T-shirt was small as my school PT uniform.

"They are too tight" I complained.

"So what, (btw these are the most powerful words of English language in any argument) you need them only for 3hrs and you won't be playing."

What he said was logical.

The team gathered and made a circle.

"Ruchi dude, u are a member of team join" Captain called for me.

I squeezed into d circle. Tiger put an arm around my waist as I put one on his shoulder . The captain tried saying some encouraging word in which I did not understand as he was speaking in Konkani. The team went on the ground and I was put in charge of all the belongings and also the refreshments.

The batting performance of the other team was good, they raced to 53 in just starting 7 over. Suddenly there was a batting collapse and the fielding went from defensive to attacking.

Tiger was asked to stand in slip. He signaled me for something I was confused.

"Give him abdominal guard" shouted the fielder to me.

"whats that?"

He cupped his groin with his hands n winked.

It strikes me then.

I searched in his bag for one found a pair of his supporters, the guard was in it. I took the guard went running towards him. Gave it to him. I was looking at him when he blurted "aab pahenak jayega kya?"

Even the batsmen laughed.

I ran back towards the Bags. Sat there watching rest of the innings. Tiger took a superb catch in subsequent over. The ball got old, Lost its carry and the slip was taken off. I want with drinks bottle in hand in 13th over. The batsmen used the slowness of pitch to come out and play and there was floury of boundaries. The score raced towards 100 marks. And with the slaughter that took place in the penultimate over the 150 was looking easy. With a tight last over by the bowling skipper the team was able to save blushes and restrict the opposition to 141. The target to chase was 142.

Skipper was unhappy and the players were tired due to fielding. They slumped to ground as they came out. Disappointment was evident on their face. The poor bowling performance had diminished their hope of win.

Tiger sat down beside me drinking juice from a bottle. He was lost in thought.

"Why do you carry two supporters?" I tried to strike a conversation.

"pakka mat"

"what happen"

"pakka mat"

Tiger was their opener and had to dress up. He got up and went to dress.

I lied on my back looking at the clear blue sky. The coolness in the air had disappeared and now the atmosphere was the usual Mumbai, hot and pretty humid.

I looked at Tiger. He looked funny; he was with his pants at knees trying to secure a thigh pad, His arm guard at weird angle, his chest guard sticking out. He was struggling with Velcro of his thy pad when the captain of his team came to bail him out.

"Hurry up" he said. Leave the Velcro use the lace. He then took lace and tide what looked like a very tight knot.

"It won't come off now" He assured.

Tiger pulled his pants over the thigh pad, sat on the bench and secured the pads (the one used to protect legs) took the gloves and bat in his hand.

The team had a customary celebration (or whatever u calls it).

"U look as if you are going for a war" I said to tiger as he was about to leave.

"keep watching and you'd know" he replied." Wish me luck, m gonna need it" he added.

I wished Him

"Thanks darling" was the reply as he broke into jog, then ran a few step with bat held above his head kind of military training step. Then finally he started a steady walk with his opening partner.

Tiger faced the first ball and it was then I realized why he went so protected. The ball was a sharp rising bouncer which was tucked under with a nice jump on the back foot and a soft bottom hand. The second bounced even sharper took the glove and went over the keeper for four.

"The bowler was trained at MRF academy." Informed the skipper.

The third was quick and full. It hit Tiger on toes, there was a loud appeal. I thought Tiger was a goner, but the finger that mattered stayed down. The batsmen mean while had crossed for a single. The first wicket fell in the subsequent over, and the second and third followed shortly. Tiger was showing a great survival act and I was impressed by his technique. The score board showed an unsubstantial runs for top three wickets.

The fielding was aggressive as ever and bowling fierce. The skipper was now in middle with tiger. They were playing like ants, collecting runs as it came. Running hard between the wickets. Converting once into twos and twos into threes. They were taking chicky singles which were cheered by team mates. By the drinks break the runs came steadily though not with the speed required and just before the break the skipper fell. There was a stunning science in camp. The skipper was greeted with well played by his team.

I went with drinks during the break. Tiger looked tired as hell, drenched in sweat he was breathing heavily. He removed the helmet and asked me if I could secure his thigh pad properly.

I got on my knees as he lowered his track, the Pad was limping with the top end Velcro not sticking properly. I fiddled with it but was unable to get them tighten around his thighs.

"eak kam kar thik se bandh de" He said.

I'm not good at tying knots. I looked at him; he guessed what I was thinking.

"jaisa jamta hai bandh, baad mai dekh lange kaisa nikalna hai"

I tied it making one knot over other. When I finished there was a cluster of knots.

I had eye contact with him.

"kuch nahi ja" he said. "Bas pant upar kar ke ja"

he had worn the gloves again.

When I left I could see the determination in his eyes.

The next few over he was timing the ball well and the run rate was maintained at par.

It was 17th over and the need of the hour was some sixes. Tiger tried hitting one over the long on fence but the power failed him. The guy at the fence held on to the catch and I thought the match was over.

Tiger looked tired yet he waited near the boundary to c match. A few of his team mates joined him there.

The batsmen in the middle were swinging wildly and the sheer power of bloke took a couple of hits out of the park. The firework much to the delight of our team won us the match.

The gentleman's game ended with team following etiquettes of shaking each others had.

Well played and cognates were exchanged.

The team started packing their kits as tiger undressed. I too changed into my own clothes. When I was done I searched for tiger. He was surrounded by his team mates who were giggling uncontrollably. I went to investigate the matter and found that I was the culprit. They were laughing at the knots on his thigh pads.

When he saw me approach, he asked me

"yeh kya kiya?"

"you said to do it the way I could"

The team bursted in fits of laughter. the win had made every1 happy and the happiness was flowing through laughter.

Tiger was smiling too. I was happy that he was not angry on me for being so idiotic.

The captain announced a treat to his team and inorder to save time asked tiger to remove the thigh pad once we were on beach.

The ride to beach was short one and much to my delight the beach was deserted. The captain opened his bag to pull out several tins of beer.

There was festive mood. I took a can of beer and just I was going to open it tiger took it from my hand.

"Remove my thigh pad first" He said.

I resigned from argument. Pulled his pants lower and was amazed to look at the knots.

"I don't think any1 can untie them" I said.

"At least try yaar"

I tried untying but the knots were very hard and my nails were not that sharp.

"maybe someone with sharp nails can do it"

"everyone cuts his nails before match so that there are no complains of ball tampering"

"jaisake ki International level pe khalte tum"

"you please concentrate on untying knots" he said taking a sip of beer.

"thatz great I work and u drink"

"ok hav some" he said as he as he poured some to me and I instinctively open my mouth to drink. Some of the beer splashed on my face and I looked at him in mock anger.

"Waiting for auspicious time, are we?"

I tried yanking, pulling, tugging and it only made the matter worse.

I picked a small twig nearby and tried using it loosens the knot but it just broke.

There was laugh and I looked behind. It was skipper

"want some hard?"

"Yep"

I took the bottle and took a big sip only to my amazement that it was undiluted.

"What happen?" skipper enquired.

Just to show him that I was not surprised I took an even bigger gulp this time.

I got back to my business. I was trying hard to untie and was unable to even separate one knot.

I tried using my teeth and one came off.

"One down" I looked up and said. Tiger was drinking from a different tin now. Carlsberg was our faviouraite brand; not because of its taste but coz we supported Liverpool.

"Thatz un fair"

he poured me some more

""m tired" he said "can we go somewhere where I can sit?"

"M bit dizzy too" he added with a grin.

He pulled his pant up and we walked a bit to a tree which had its roots in position good enough to sit. I took the sprite bottle which had vodka and Tiger took his fourth Tin of beer from the captain.

Tiger pulled his pants down and sat. I took a sip of vodka and started to untie the knot with my teeth. I was holding the knot ends with my hand and was using my canines to tug at the center of knot. while doing so my head was bouncing against his groin.

He caught my head and moved it so that he was comfortable. I too adjusted myself so as not to discomfort him. I was now getting better at untying the knots and was just two knots away when i felt his fingers on my head. I looked up, He was looking towards me. He nodded his head urging me to continue. I went to untie again but after two three tugs looked up again. I was having a funny feeling that something was fishy and wanted to get up. but his hand had griped my neck firmly.

"Chadi hai kya tujko?"

he did not reply, he just winked and poured some beer into my mouth. I choked but was still on my knees with back bent, my hands on his thighs.

"do its fast, m getting bored" he hissed.

confused but aware that he was talking truth, I did the second last knot. When i looked up again he poured me some more beer and this time i reaised that there was vodka mixed in beer, I was really feeling the heat down my throat but tiger was evidently so drunk that i knew better than to struggle with the his grip on my neck.

As the last knot got untied , I felt him grip my head more firmly , his hands were cupping my head and I was looking at his pubes which were sticking out of his Jocks. I was trying hard to remember when he removed his tee shirt when suddenly his thumbs started pressing my adams apple, and he thrust his hips forward.

I coughed and was having his jock fabric his mouth, I continued coughing into his jocks. To my relief his grip loosened and he fell back exhausted as if it was he's throat that got strangled. I was still on my knees nursing my throat. i looked at tiger he had gone limp. One hand on my throat , i tried waking him up with other. I shrugged his body. He looked as if he passed out. I got to my feet.

"Tiger....."

"dude get up,.................... what happen?"

I was trying to pull him to his feet.

suddenly there was a pat on my back

the other team mates were here

"What happen one asked ? Drinking for first time?"

"nopz" I said" It's just tiger, he kind of passed of"

"ya dont warry we get him ok" he too pressed his bottle on my mouth. I drank. It tasted more sinister than what tiger was drinking. He winked and said "just enjoy".

Other guy put a hand around my waist and steered me into the water. The time ticked quickly as it always does in fun time. Tiger was sober quickly much to my amazement and we left the beach. I reached home and slept. Another weekend gone and my assignments were still pending.