This continues my previous story about Ashok uncle, my hot, hairy and hungry older neighbour.
I went home, showered and spent most of the day dealing with a strange combination of fear and lust. I told my mother that Ashok uncle was treating me to dinner and I would be home late from his house.
I was half praying that she would say No. But she said yes. She was happy that I was finally leaving the house for something other than buying groceries.
The clock struck four.
I didn’t want to go. I was so scared, but I was horny. My lips still felt sore from all the kissing. His bites along the length of my boyish arms stung. My armpits felt so sensitive from all the kissing and nibbling. My tiny cock throbbed all day, and my balls felt heavy and sensitive
What if my mom found out? What if my dad found out?
At 6 o clock, fear and reason took over. I told myself I would go. It would be foolish to refuse an invitation from someone powerful in the industry. But I would sit as far away as possible and not allow physical contact. If he even tried to give me so much as a lingering handshake, I would scream and run.
I showered at half past seven and put on a t-shirt and a pair of track pants. I knocked on his door. He opened the door and smiled. I braced myself as he led me in. He didn’t try to hug me or touch me.
I hadn’t been to his house before. It was a simple 2 BHK.. a living room, two bedrooms, one of which served as his office. He brought out his cell phone with the Swiggy app open. “So, what’ll you have? You can get anything you like.”
“I… you can get anything you like, uncle.”
“I’m thinking pizza and a movie, isn’t that what you young people do? Meatlovers supreme, okay?”
I nodded and giggled. “Yes, uncle.”
I had been there for a full five minutes, and he hadn’t done or said anything that would make me uncomfortable or rouse me in any way. I began to breathe easily. Maybe it was just a one-time thing. Some parts of me felt slightly disappointed, but I didn’t show it.
As he placed the order and paid, he plopped his large body on the sofa beside me.
He looked at me and said, “About this morning….”
Here we go, I thought.
“About this morning. I’m sorry about what happened. It is just that I haven’t had a lover in a long time. I couldn’t control myself. You’re so sexy. I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable or unsafe. I’d never hurt you. I promise. And it will never happen again. I promise. I promise. I promise.”
He said it with sincerity and no malice, looking at me with those kind eyes.
“Umm, it was no problem at all, uncle. I won’t tell anyone and didn’t feel unsafe or in pain. We’ll let bygones be bygones.”
“Okay, now about that movie.”
A combination of rain and traffic meant the pizza took forever to arrive. We were nearly a third into an exceedingly boring Tamil film when he took the remote and smashed the stop button. “I can’t STAND another minute of that. Have they forgotten to make films? That was such a big pile of hog vomit.”
I giggled and nodded. “It was boring, uncle.”
“First, I was only hungry. Now I am hungry AND bored. Want to watch something else?”
“Yes, uncle, but what?”
“Let’s watch something good. Something critically acclaimed. Let’s watch something from my favorite director. Stanley Kubrick ‘Eyes Wide Shut’”
Oh dear, said a voice inside my head.
“Uncle, isn’t that movie a bit…adult?”
“What? NO! It’s a psychological thriller, and come on, pa, you’re 21. You should expand your horizons and stop watching all this crap in Tamil.”
The evening was turning
“Okay, uncle, ‘Eyes wide shut’ it is.”
“This kind of movie deserves a certain kind of ambience.” He said, dimmed the lights, and drew the main curtain that let in some of the light from the street lamp from across the road. The room was bathed in dim orange light.
I hadn’t seen ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ before. But had heard enough to know that it was a movie with lots of erotic talk and nude scenes. Was he trying to rouse me? Was that apology just a way to manipulate me into going with whatever he was trying here?
The first sex scene was only a few minutes in. I swallowed a lump in my throat. I turned to look at him, and he wasn’t looking at the screen. He was looking at me, his hand on his crotch.
“Uncle?” I said slowly.
“You can leave now. I will never approach you again. There will be no hard feelings between us. What happened near the water tank will be the end of our story. Or you could stay, and I could paint every inch of that body with my saliva. I will stick my cock so far down your throat that it comes out of your ass.”
My eyes widened, and I laughed involuntarily.
“Your choice,” he said.
I was rooted to the sofa. I couldn’t decide. A part of me wanted to scream and run. A part of me wanted to lie back and let this hot and extremely sensuous older man have his way with me.
He gently slid over and took my hand in his. He raised my hand to his mouth and gently suckled my fingers, one by one. The feeling of a warm mouth on them, a tongue spitting on them and sucking them, made me shiver and spasm as waves of pleasure burst through my body.
“Your choice entirely ” suck “stay ” suck.. “or leave “suck suck suck
I shyly looked away, my hand still on his tongue and my fingers.
A feeble “Uncle…” was all I could manage.
He moved closer and put his arms around me from the side. He put his lips on my ears, planting long suckling kisses. Every time his lips touched my body, there was no half-measure, no light peck. Every kiss was long, squelchy, wet, hungry and noisy.
My body was beginning to decide for me. I moaned and snuggled up to him as he made out with me. My arms wrapped around his neck as I slid over onto his lap. He grabbed my ass and held me tight as he licked my face – Long, spitty licks that he then kissed away noisily.
I giggled, moaned, and rubbed my spit-covered face on his t-shirt, wetting it. That was his cue to throw off his t-shirt and expose his bare, hairy, musky chest to me. My t-shirt was ripped off and thrown on the floor.
There we were – me in my tracks and he in his Bermudas. Me on his lap with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He held me tight with his hairy arms around me, crushing my chest while his lips sucked my face.
I was still passive. Letting him manipulate my body like a rag doll as he raised and lowered my ass on his shorts-covered cock. Every thrust felt heavenly and naughty, even though there were multiple layers of cloth between his cock and my asshole.
My face was buried in his neck. I felt the overpowering and intoxicating musk from him that I had first experienced when we met in the lift. I moaned, sniffing and nibbling the nape of his neck as he continued to squeeze my ass.
He pulled me away from his chest and said, “Open your mouth.”
“Why?”
He gave my ass an extra painful pinch.
“Aaaaah,” I screamed
His cue was to bring up a glob of spit and sail it into my mouth. It felt warm and strange.. another man’s saliva in my mouth. If I weren’t overpowered by lust, I wouldn’t have ever let him do that, but I did. I did all the other things that followed over the next few months.
“Don’t swallow it. Just swirl it around.” He said and put a hand around my throat. I nodded, still keeping the spit in my mouth.
A few moments later, he threw back his head and opened his mouth. I knew what I had to do. Gently and shyly, I leaned up and drooled into his mouth, him hungrily accepting my saliva mixed with his. He moaned loudly, swallowed and smacked his lips.
“Next time, we’ll do that with a little cum and a little tequila mixed in.”
I shyly hugged him and pressed my face on his chest, a hairy musky powerful man, and me, a submissive little twink who was falling for him. He hugged me and stroked my hair. “Ummm, so you liked what we did this morning?”
I refused to meet his gaze and whispered into his chest skin, “Yes, ” I giggled and added, “Daddy.”
“But you didn’t even see your master did you?”
“Huh?”
“He has hidden under my dhoti all along.”
I giggled and nodded shyly.
“Why don’t you introduce yourself to him.”
“Umm, I don’t know. ”
He planted me on the floor and gently pushed me to my knees. “Uncle, I don’t know.”
“Just help me with my pants.”
I kneeled between his massive thighs. He took my hand to his waistband. I mechanically pulled it down, exposing his cock, erect and angry. My first instinct was to refuse to look at it. I mean – it was another man’s cock. Why would I want to look at another man’s cock?
He held my face with his hands and brought me close to his crotch and his bush. The smell of cock-sweat and musk was overpowering.
I looked.
His crotch was a hairy triangle of flesh between three large mounds – his two thighs and his large pot belly. His hard brown rod, throbbing, uncut with the foreskin’s back, was in the middle of that triangle.
At the bottom of the shaft, hanging like a large bell, were his balls, hairy and slimy from the precum that had been oozing from his cock tip. “Oh my,” I began when he took my head and pressed it on its crotch. My nose on his balls and my forehead on his cock shaft
I struggled, but he held me in place and said, “Just breathe, breath.”
I breathed deeply, taking in his musk and man sex
“Soon, this will become your favourite smell.”
I moaned and grunted as his soft, pendulous and damp balls rubbed on my face, covering me in his scent. He was marking his territory. I belonged to him. I was his.
“Say it,” he said.
“Soon, this will become my favourite smell, daddy.”
“Now, kiss your new master.”
I pouted my lips and planted them on his cock head, large mushroom-shaped and wet. I kissed him softly. I began with soft nibbles and kisses and soon made out with his cock head like a pair of lips, loving it as it responded to my every kiss and lick – twitching, throbbing, pulsing.
He began to moan and ooze more precum – some of it got into my mouth. I spat it back out on the cock. It coated my face, making it a slick, slutty, slimy mess. This turned him on a lot. He pulled me up and began licking my face from top to bottom, sucking all his precum into his mouth before he could ask.
I was ready with my open mouth for him to spit it all, precum and saliva into my mouth. I swallowed the lust overtaking me. I sank back and took the mushroom head of his cock into my mouth and sucked hard. He moaned and held me in place.
“Relax your throat, breathe through your nose.”
He said and pressed my head down further. I felt his cock, slimy and strong, push itself deeper into my mouth until it touched the back, making me gag. I gagged once or twice. Then he pulled my head off his cock, strings of drool between my lips and his cock.
Seeing me drooling like a fountain drove him crazy as he pulled me up and kissed me, tasting his cock musk and my drool. He pushed me back down on his cock and put his hands on either side of my head, beginning to fuck my face in a steady rhythm.
His balls hit my chin with every stroke. His cock pushed past my teeth, crossed the back of my gums and invaded my tight throat. It felt like I was trying to swallow an entire log of wood. I gagged and gagged. I tried to pull back, but his grip on my head was indescribably strong.
When I realized I couldn’t pull away, I relaxed my neck and shoulder muscles, letting him take control of me. In his hands, I was a fleshlight, a toy. I gagged, sputtered, wailed, spit up, and shuddered as my tears flowed freely. But he didn’t stop, moaning and egging me on as he fucked my deep throat.
“Oh yes, baby. Oh yes, sissy baby. Take it all in. Oh, my fucking hell, yes. So young. So tender. So lovely.”
Seconds turned to minutes, and I began to feel lightheaded. I had long since closed my eyes. My only sense of the outside world was the incessant invasion of my throat by Ashok’s uncle’s cock, the smell of musk, saliva, phlegm and precum all around me.
Flowing down my chin and covering my chest and the prick of his public hair as it scraped my face with every stroke. Finally, he stopped thrusting and held my head in place, his cock thrusting deeper and harder than it had gone so far. My whole body shivered and shook as he screamed. “OH FUCK YES!”
His entire body began to spasm. His balls on my chin tightened as a burst of salty, creamy fluid splashed into my mouth, flooding it and mixing with all the fluids already there. I felt his cum overflow my small mouth and drool onto my neck and chest, turning me into a slime-covered statue of hormones and sex.
I swallowed the rest and felt his warm cum filling my empty stomach. He held on for a few seconds and pushed me off him. I fell back, slamming onto the carpet with my back to the floor and my head facing the ceiling. Panting, moaning, crying.
He was still moaning, stroking his cock, coaxing the last few drops of cum. I looked at him through a glaze of cum, tears and saliva. I coughed and closed my eyes. I drifted off to sleep half naked and exhausted.
To be continued.
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