I know that lip-kiss in public is not allowed, but kiss-on-the-cheek is allowed, right ? Then what about kiss-on-neck ? I was not sure. They got angry, “Do we look like traffic policeman to you ? Do you understand how grave your offense is ? Let’s go to bade-sahab.” At this point I started wondering if kissing on neck really counts as indecency. You can give us 5000 and go.” I told them I can give only 100 rupees. They said, “A court case and lawyer will cost you 10,000. I realized that the new word for rishvat or bribe is “fine”. They started their game of threats and concessions by saying things like – “Let’s take him to bade-sahab (main officer)”, “Do you want to solve this here ?”, “How can we let you go without a fine ?”, “Tell us how much fine you can give.” Don’t you agree that this is a public place ?” We had no plans of doing the activities that come under 377.” To which the policeman replied, “Kissing openly on road is considered as indecent activity in public place.
Still one of them said to another in local language, “Let’s apply 377 on them.” I asked, “Why 377 ? We were just kissing. I had no intentions of fucking him or getting fucked.” I stressed on the part of clean intentions because I wanted to make sure that they can’t blame me for planning any sexual activity. I agree that I kissed him, but it was only on his neck. X tell them all this ? Is he stupid or what ? I started off in an angry tone, “There was no such plan ! He is lying. By that time the other policeman came to us and said, “Stop lying, your friend says you were kissing him and taking him somewhere to get fucked by him.” I told him I usually come here to meet my “friends” and since they had not come tonight, I had started talking to this new person. X to a corner and the other one tried his best to intimidate me, checking my pockets (maybe he expected to find condoms), asking me where I lived. As I moved my hands inside his shirt, he said in the local language – “Let’s go over there, I know a spot.” So I followed him.Īfter a few steps, two policemen arrived on a bike, stopped near us and started asking questions, “Where are you going ? What were you doing here ? What are your names ?” I answered the questions politely, as I was confident that they had no proof against us. I took him to a dark corner and kissed him on the neck behind his ear. X) – 18 years, slim, rough-looking, simple – my type! And he was looking at me. I didn’t go inside the loo, as I spotted a nice bloke outside (let’s call him Mr.
My bike took me to my regular cruising spot, near a public loo. Last night I was returning home late from office.