Erotic gay story of gay man seeking revenge: 2
Gay seducing story: I went to his place at about 9 PM. And we started drinking the scotch. I was making drinks and made sure my drinks were light while his were stiff. We also had a variety of accompaniments like chicken lollipop, finger chips, chilly paneer, etc.
To get in the mood, I also put some songs which became cheesier and cheesier as the night darkened. Finally, I took my first drink and sat across from him.
He appeared to be already high- his eyes were quite red. In the past few years, he had gained a rather big paunch- probably the effect of the comforts of a married life. This was a warm March night, so he was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt.
He was sitting across me, and wasn’t wearing underpants; I could see his bulge as his boxer collected around his crotch. He was the stereotypical bad boy; if I wasn’t brimming with revenge, I might have found him hot.
But then again, if I wasn’t brimming with revenge, I wouldn’t be sitting here in the first place.
I decided to ignore all this notion of revenge and to focus on the more immediate objective. I focussed back on what he was saying- he was talking about his work and some bureaucratic nonsense he was involved in.
I started taking more interest in what he was saying- I would compliment him for every little thing he had achieved, I would be amazed at his daredevilry, and would find excuses for touching him- I made it a point to behave in a feminine way in front of him.
I had dressed very carefully for the evening. I too had a pair of boxer shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt which was a size smaller to accentuate the curves of my chubby body and moobs.
I had also made it a point to shave and moisturise my entire body- after all what self-respecting straight guy likes a hairy man? Even though I was sitting across from him, I would find ways to rub my legs against his every now and then.
I think he noticed that as well, because my legs looked exceptionally fair, smooth and shiny. I had also shaved my beard completely so I was looking particularly androgynous.
We continued drinking; and I noticed that he was frequently scratching his dick. After three rounds of drinking, I decided to get up to pee. Peeing was just an excuse, but I wanted him to observe my ass.
So, when I went to pee, I deliberately wiggled my ass a little. Not sure if he noticed my rotund ass though.
Anyways, once I came back, I offered to make another drink and also took out some food. It was 11 PM now and the songs had become quite cheesy. The one playing right now was beedi jalile. 😀
Needless to say, I wasn’t particularly hungry, but ate a little bit anyway. After eating, I sat in front of him and started stretching a little in various ways- first I brought both my hands above my head so that he could see my soft, glowing, smooth and fair belly.
Then I brought both my hands in front of me to make my man-boobs more pronounced. All this time he was just looking at me through those red, drunken eyes. I blushed a little and asked what he was looking at.
He didn’t say anything. So, I made another drink for him; but used this as an excuse to sit closer to him.
I offered him the drink which he took. He was now sitting in a relaxed form in the chair such that his legs were bent and spread while he himself was leaning back on his chair.
As he took a few sips of the drink, I casually kept my hands on his knees and said that we should sleep now. He just grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch- exactly as I had planned.
At this point I dropped all pretence and behaved as if having sex with him was the only thing I really cared about. He was very drunk now and was abusing me using various cuss words.
Very aptly, the song that started playing at this moment was yeh mera dil yaar ka diwana, or rather, aane ko hai wo manzil jiska mujhe armaan hai!
He pulled my hand to his crotch and his hard dick which had now slipped out of his short shorts. I started squeezing it while I seated myself in front of him. He didn’t give me the chance to do much- he pulled out his dick and shoved it down my throat.
I however, grabbed his phallus and positioned myself so that I don’t choke on his eight inch, dark, and smelly tuber. Before I was comfortable though, he held me tight by my hairs and brought me all the way down on his dick making me cough and choke but he didn’t care.
Gay seducing story of a wild and horny young boy
It was almost as if he knew why I was there, and that he was prepared to relive our shared younger years only in a rougher and more aggressive way.
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