Gay fun story of seducing landlord’s son: 1

Gay fun story: Hi everyone, Veer here. I’m a 35 year old, well-built, 6’2” Punjabi guy with short cropped hair and a slight stubble. Most people say I look like Mohit Dantre if I was to grow my beard.

Our physique and body hair situation is quite similar, so I can see where people are coming from. I’m extremely proud of my body and have often been mistaken for someone younger, but my salt-and-pepper hair gives me away.

I have a few stories up my sleeve, but thought I’d start with a recent one that took place in March of this year. I had just moved back to Delhi after Covid restrictions had been lifted and my work wanted me to locate to Delhi again.

My work provided me with a nice 1-bedroom flat on the first floor of a posh South Delhi neighborhood. The house was built interestingly — the owner (and landlord) lived on the ground floor with their family.

The first floor was divided into three separate houses (all 1 BHKs) which you couldn’t tell from the outside. My house had a nice balcony that overlooked the backyard and back lane. Anyway, onto the story.

Since the weather was really good in that part of March, I used to work out shirtless on the balcony in the mornings, around 5:30am. Around the same time, the landlord’s son used to go on a run.

The landlord’s son would have been about 23 or 24, clean shaved, slim but with toned arm muscles and beautiful calf muscles. I’m a sucker for a nice, round ass — and every morning I would see his ass bouncing behind him as he would go on his run.

We would often wave to each other when he’d come back and be able to see into the balcony where I’d be working out. His sweaty body would turn me on so much, and I would often masturbate in the shower right after thinking of him.

One afternoon, my doorbell rang and he was standing at the door holding some documents and a bag.

“Hi, I’m Shiv,” he introduced himself, “Mr. Jadhav’s son. He wanted me to provide you with these documents that he had to countersign, said he forgot to give them to you. Also my mom wanted me to give you some lemonade.”

He finished, pulling out a bottle of lemonade from the bag he was holding.

“Thanks Shiv — I’m Veer,” I replied, taking the documents and the bottle. “It’s nice to finally put a name to your face! I see that you’re jogging every morning. That’s impressive, when I was your age I used to sleep in until noon.”

He smirked. “Thanks, haha, I also see you working out on the balcony. The morning is the only time I can go on a run and I don’t know much about working out from home, so that’s the only form of exercise I’m comfortable with.”

“If you’d like, you can come up one of these days and I can show you parts of my routine and you can see what all you like?” I offered, smiling broadly.

He smiled back and replied, “Yeah, that’d be awesome actually! Maybe I’ll pop by tomorrow, say around 6?

As soon as he left, I rushed to my room to masturbate thinking of him. I didn’t pick up a gay vibe from him, but I couldn’t help myself from making up all sorts of fantasies for the next morning.

I woke up as usual and decided to wear my red jockstraps instead. Also since this was the first time I’d be interacting with Shiv, I wore a tank top out of respect. At 6am sharp, the doorbell rang.

I opened up and saw Shiv wearing a white tank top with a deep neck and deep sides and grey joggers that showed just the outline of his bulge.

I could see his smooth chest and the firm outline of pecs that would one day be better than mine. His lean arms were bigger up close, and cut to perfection. I saw that he had smooth armpits.

“Come on in, we’ll start with some light stretching.” I said.

We went to the balcony and I started showing him some of my basic stretches, which I changed a little to get glimpses of his body here and there. We started with some pushups, and I saw that his form was wrong.

I took this opportunity to hold him by the navel and have him push down on my hands. I could feel his abs and I was afraid that my boner would betray me. Over the next hour, we went through a variety of workouts and I took every opportunity I could to touch him to “improve his posture.”

Towards the end, his tank top was drenched in sweat and had become semi-transparent. I could see his nipples through the shirt, contrasting with his otherwise light skin.

“Alright, it’s time for cooldown now. Would you be okay if I take off my shirt?” I asked

“Sure thing man. I might do the same.” He replied.

We both took off our tank tops. Sweat was shining over his smooth body, glowing in the morning sun. Shiv looked over to my bulge and quickly looked away, but I saw it and followed his gaze and looked down.

My shorts were riding lower than my jockstrap, so you could clearly see the top of the underwear. I looked back up and noticed that Shiv had also pulled down his joggers a little, allowing me to see the top band of his underwear.

I don’t know what came over me, but I took that as my hint. I told him to go into the downward dog position, and while his form was correct, I came around to “fix” it.

I stood behind him and pulled his hips backwards, making them touch my crotch. With my other hand, I pushed down his sweaty back until it came resting just before the back of his neck.

My boner was uncontrollable at this point and was very obviously poking into the back of Shiv’s ass, through his ass.

Shiv came out of the position and lay down on his back. He held his knees to his chest and looked me in the eyes and said, “could you help push my knees further down so that my glutes are stretched further.”

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I did as he asked, almost laying on top of him as I did that. To my surprise, I felt his hand grab my crotch. “Mmm,” he said, “I think I need something else stretched as well right now.”

Knowing he was the landlord’s son, I had been very careful not to say anything that suggested that I really wanted to fuck him. However, he had picked up on my clear horniness and was reciprocating.

While my mind was running through a thousand thoughts a minute, I bent lower and started making out with him on the balcony. His hands pulled down my shorts and pulled my cock out of my jockstrap pouch.

He pulled his own joggers down ever so slightly and took my cock near this hole. I was nervous cause I’m quite thick and about 8” long, we had no lube, and I didn’t know how experienced Shiv was.

But he was a fucking pro. He rubbed his sweaty hole a little and guided my sweaty cock to it. The sweat acting as lube, my bare cock entered his hole with ease. I kept pushing through while he was gasping and he said, “let’s go inside.”

To be continued…