I guess it all began during that summer of covid in 2020. Thankfully, my college life had been spared the worst of the corona wave. I had graduated before campuses locked down and switched to ‘zoom classes’.
I spent four years in college as an introverted, timid, almost invisible boy. With a soft voice, with no distinct personality or charisma to speak of. Thankfully, I was 21 and had managed to secure a medium-paying job.
But, thanks to the lockdown, my reporting date had been deferred by eighteen months. I had no distinct interests or hobbies (except a passing interest in yoga). I was, as many people were during that time, bored out of my mind. I spent my entire day scrolling through Netflix.
I was reading senseless forwards on a dozen WhatsApp groups and occasionally going for walks. It was during this time that he moved into the flat opposite mine. A tall, slightly overweight man in his early fifties, with a full head of silver hair, a silver-black goatee, and a distinct pair of sunken but kind eyes.
After the first few days of eye contact, he recognized me as the boy next door. He smiled at me as I came and went. I began smiling and nodding back after a few more days. I overheard my mother gossip with the other neighbours that Ashok ‘uncle’ lived alone.
He kept to himself and didn’t cook (so many Swiggy deliveries). He worked in a senior position (VP+) in a prominent IT firm. One of my windows overlooked him, and I gathered that he slept late. The light in his bedroom stayed on until past 3 every day.
My first real interaction with him began with a knock on my door. I opened it, and there stood a man in an orange shirt, a Swiggy delivery boy.
“This is for B11. He’s not opening the door,” he said. In one fluid movement, he had transferred the bag from his hand to mine and sped off.
Just as he disappeared around the landing, the door to B11 opened and out came Ashok uncle. He was speaking in a torrent of Tamil, “Naan Dhaan varen nu kathunen la! (I said I was coming!).” He stopped and looked at me. “Oh… So you work for Swiggy now?” He grinned.
I automatically giggled almost girlishly as I handed him the bag. He examined the bag and swore. “He wouldn’t wait for me, and he’s given me the wrong order. Looks like he’s given me two thali meals instead of one plate of chapathi.”
“Oh… umm…” was all that I said.
“I heard you’re waiting for a reporting letter from XXXXXX.”
“Yes, uncle,” I said.
“Good place to start your career. Did Kaalidas interview you?”
“Yes, uncle! You know him?”
“I know a lot of people in the field, pa. Want to join me? I can’t eat two Thali meals on my own.”
“I already ate, uncle. Maybe some other time.”
I often wonder what would’ve happened if I had accepted his invitation that night. Would he have made a move?
Our next interaction was a bit more… ummm… physical.
We had gotten into the lift together (our flat still has one of those old lifts with a chain door that rattles as it closes). We smiled and nodded as he punched the button for our floor. Before the lift could begin its upward journey, one of the housemaids who worked in the building got in.
Instantly, he moved across the space that separated us. He pressed his full body on mine, moving as far away from the old lady as possible. Before I could even breathe, he whispered in my ear, pressing into me from behind. “I heard her husband got Covid last week.”
His lips were almost touching my earlobe. I felt goose-pimples erupt along the nape of my neck. I felt his musk around me – a potent mix of sweat, brut and old spice.
I was still a virgin. My only sexual experiences had been in the shower with my soapy hands jerking my hard dick to orgasm. I had never been attracted to men and…
The maid got off on the second floor. As she did, he put his arms around me from behind, hugging me with those two big tree trunks. He was much taller than me. I felt his crotch squish into the small of my back.
He pressed his lips into the back of my neck playfully and said, “Now, if we get it, we’ll get it together.”
I squirmed and tried to wriggle my way out of his hug while making his crotch grow harder and harder. My eyes widened as a rock-hard pole pressed into my back. When our floor arrived, he let me go, grinning as I ran away shyly.
I was a raging mess of hormones and lust for a few hours until everyone at home went to sleep. I masturbated to sleep under the covers, the feeling of his large manly body mashing against mine still fresh in my mind. I woke up the next morning feeling a bit silly.
I hadn’t thought of Tamannah, Samantha, or any other sexy woman on TV while masturbating last night. I had thought of Ashok uncle, the man who lived across from me, who was old enough to be my father (who, by the way, lived and worked overseas).
I shook my head as I picked up my yoga mat and headband and went to the terrace. I loved going through my routine early in the morning – in the cool morning air. I unfurled the mat and began stretching. Wearing thigh-length shorts and a sleeveless tank top that ended just above my midriff.
I heard the terrace door open, and Ashok’s uncle walked in. He was wearing a loose t-shirt and a dhoti.
“I can hear you now. My signal is quite good here,” He waved at me and continued talking business – forecasts, projections, timelines etc.
I continued through my routine. The doggy poses with my ass up and down. Raised arm poses that exposed my smooth armpits and flat stomach. Leg stretches that raised my loose shorts to the level of my crotch, and so on.
Twenty minutes later, I was covered with a thin sheen of shiny sweat when he finally hung up and walked up to me. I was lying down with my arms above my head. He stood over me and said, “Oh. So you’re a yoga master.”
I giggled and shook my head, “Edho konjam theriyum (I know a little).”
“Show me that Adho mukha shvanasana again,” he said.
“Huh?” he startled me with his use of the full Sanskrit name. “Which one is that?”
“Downward Doggy pa. Go to the Downward Doggy pose.”
I was slightly irritated with him for interrupting me. But I flipped over and raised my butt, stretching out with my hands on the floor.
“Hmm, hold it right there.” He went on his knees and got behind me, his face close to my ass. I felt one of his arms wrap around my midriff as he raised my ass even higher. He placed his other hand on the back of my head, pressing my head down to the mat.
“Hmm, good, this is the right and full way to stretch for this asana.”
I felt his beard prickle into my thin shorts, tickling my smooth butt cheeks as he pressed his face into my ass. His arm around my midriff went a few inches higher, rubbing roughly against my nipples.
I let out a moan involuntarily as my horniness from yesterday returned, raging like a hurricane. The moment he heard my moan, he stopped pretending.
He stood up with his arms still around me. Lifting me like a ragdoll and dropping me hard on my feet behind the water tank. Here, shaded by the surrounding trees, he took my face in his large hands and brought his lips close to mine.
“Ummmm….” He moaned, “I’ve wanted to do this for a while….”
“No…please,” I struggled weakly and tried to move my face away.
He held me roughly and pressed his full lips on mine, engulfing half my face with his mouth. I felt his warm tongue lick my chin and give my lips a long wet lick.
“Ummm… tasty.”
He was loud and insistent as he kissed me, sucking my lower lip, licking my chin, nibbling my nose and biting my cheeks. His tongue was warm, and his breath was minty cool. I moaned as he squeezed my cheeks together, making my lips open for him as he stuck his tongue into my mouth.
I accepted his tongue shyly, moaning as it licked my teeth and swirled around my gums. I lost all sense of time and space, and his oral assault continued. I stood there, meek and passive, as he took what he wanted. Sucking my life out through my mouth.
I realized that I wasn’t wearing my tank top anymore, and my bare chest was exposed to him. He finally left my mouth. He licked my neck and moved to my arms as I gasped and caught my breath. He bit the smooth skin of my upper arm several times, leaving red marks.
He raised my arm and plunged into my armpit, sweaty and musky from the morning sun and the yoga. He began with tiny sweet sniffs of my pits, licking and nibbling. But soon, he descended into long squelchy licks and kisses, his spit mixing with my sweat.
He left my pits and bent down to my nipples, circling them with his tongue and nibbling them, making me moan and spasm. He grabbed one of my arms, which had been hanging passively on the side and took it inside his dhoti. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
I felt a long hairy and hard cock, warm and throbbing inside. He made my petite hands clasp the monster between his legs. He looked into my eyes and pressed his body on mine as he shook back and forth, making my hand jerk him.
He put his hand inside my shorts and grabbed my tiny balls. He was making me moan and gasp and let out a little scream. “Ahhhh.”
“Tiny little sissy bitch, aren’t you?” he whispered. He squeezed my balls and my tiny but hard cock with his large hands. I felt the hair on his hands prick my thighs as he stroked, probed, and manhandled my crotch. All this time, he continued to make back and forth motions, making me stroke him.
“Tiny little sissy bitch, aren’t you? Yes or no? Answer me…” he gave my balls an extra-strong and painful squeeze.
“Yes,” I said, nodding, wanting him to let my balls go.
“Yes, daddy,” he said, with a bite on my nose.
“Yes, daddy…” I gasped in return.
“You want to cum for daddy?” he asked.
“Yes, daddy,” I ground my crotch into his hands. I was his, now and forever. My brain was a mess of pleasure chemicals and lust. I was now stroking his cock alone, not needing him to move.
He realized that and smiled, stroking my cock with long, insistent strokes, staring into my eyes. I melted for him.
“That’s it, baby, keep stroking daddy, make daddy cum too.”
I felt his cock grow harder as my hands grew sticky with precum and sweat.
“Keep stroking. Go faster,” he said, nodding and moaning.
My hands moved fast under his white dhoti as he gave a small scream. “Aaaaah. Don’t stop.”
He spasmed. His large body shook and shivered as his cock throbbed. He came with another loud moan, coating my hand with his hot, sticky cum. He hugged me close and ground his body on my crotch. He was rubbing his thighs on my shorts-covered dick.
I hugged back as I cum, wetting the front of my shorts. I collapsed and fell over him. Reeling from the biggest and best orgasm of my life so far. He hugged me, holding me close and feeling my heart pound against his chest.
“We’re having dinner together. Be at my house at 8 pm. Tell your mother you’re spending the night in my house, attending some Java training during US time.” He said and let me go.
He straightened his dhoti and dialled a number on his phone. As he walked away, leaving me spent and wet, I heard him say. “Okay, so those projections in the third quarter….”
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