Gay seduction story of watchman fucking master’s son: 3
Kinky gay story: The soft knock made him look up…
“Beta, what wrong, huh?” Bittu’s mom asked opening his bedroom door, “Tabiyat theek hain na? Do dinn se room me hii pade hon, not going out to meet friends?”
“I’m okay, mom…” Bittu replied, lying in bed on his side.
“Kisi se jhagda huya kya?” she asked again.
“No mom,” he answered, letting out a slight groan.
“Even at breakfast today…” she paused, still standing near the bedroom door, “um, and yesterday… you seemed so distracted, theek se khaana bhi nahi khaa rahe hon… squirming in you chair, hardly sitting still… I’m worried, beta… you can tell me if something is wrong.”
“No, mama…” Bittu sighed, “I’m good…”
“Theek hain, beta…” his mom sighed, adding with a smile, “today I asked the cook to make your favourite alu-jeera… and gajar ka halwa for dessert.”
Once Bittu heard the door close, he let out a groan… God, his ass was in agony!
Haan, do dinn se Bittu apne kamre me hii pada raha… chalna toh chhodo, baithna bhi mushkil thaa… his ass throbbing with a dull pain, aur woh chhota sa ched, bilkul sooja huya, pouting out like a doughnut… he couldn’t even touch it!
But, bechara, mummy ko kya batata? — That two days back Surya had fucked him thrice in his own bedroom? That his ass hadn’t closed since then, had remained open ever since? That he couldn’t sit still… walking was painful… he even had to lie on his side? Kaise bolta ye sab mummy ko?
Par Bittu ka lund do dinn se bilkul tana huya tha… haan, uss dinn ka ghantna soch kar — flexing and twitching like crazy.
Bittu had thought a lot, about going to Surya’s room, even wanted to… par chalne ka kabil nahi tha bechara, toh cycle chalakar uss ke room tak jata kaise?
With a sigh he rolled over on his other side… groaning as he felt the jarring shock deep in his ass.
But his cock gave an urgent flex… and his ass mouth twitched furiously at the memory of Surya… he hadn’t even jerked off since that afternoon, two days ago… too tired and drained for it, though his cock kept complaining vigorously, leaking a continuous stream of sticky precum.
With another sigh he rolled over again — he simply couldn’t find a comfortable position, his ass kept throbbing no matter what he did, and his stomach, oh, in constant turmoil!
He reached into his nightstand drawer… oh God! it was empty!!!
Bittu doston ke saath toh hangout karta, par na toh cigarette (ya weed), aur naa hi beer pita kabhi… uska agar koi nasha thaa toh wo thaa porn dekhte huye hilana, aur chocolate…
He loved chocolate (aside from jerking off), and gorged on them every day!!!
Par do dinn se bahar nahi gaya thaa, toh sara stock khatam ho gaya… ab kya karen? He had to now go and get some. Par bechara jaaye kaise? Pehele neeche jana, aur phir main road pe dukaan tak!
With a groan he sat up, slowly getting off the bed… he was already in his shorts and t-shirt, toh flip-flop pehen liya aur bedroom se nikla…
“Kahan jaa rahe ho, Bittu?” his mom asked, as he reached the front door.
“Neeche, dukaan tak, mummy…”
“Ok, beta,” she smiled, seeming happy to see Bittu up and about.
Bittu got off the lift and slowly, painfully walked out… the grounds were empty at that hour of morning, and the old watchman was on duty. But then Bittu already knew that Surya had night shift, and that’s why he wanted Bittu to visit him in his room in the evening.
Walking out of the building Bittu found the tree-lined lane quiet and empty, and as he turned towards the main road, Surya stepped out from behind a tree…
“Kyu nahi aaya, huh?” the watchman asked, grabbing his arm.
Bittu looked up at the man, his eyes wide.
“Kyu nahi aaya do dinn, bol?”
Bohut… bohut dard…” Bittu began softly before trailing off, shamed, but his cock already rock hard, twitching in his shorts!
“Kaha dard hain, huh?” Surya asked, and as Bittu remained silent, totally embarrassed, he repeated, “Kaha dard hain, huh, gaand me?”
Bittu nodded, his face going red with shame.
“Ab toh theek ho gaya na, chal raha hain tu…”
Bittu remained quiet.
“Aaj chaar baje aa jana, samjha?”
Bittu stared back at him… feeling his sore ass hole quake and quiver… the tiny mouth pushing out painfully.
Jerking the teen’s arm he once more said, “Chaar baje, bus stand ke paas, samjha?”
Bittu nodded.
“Aur aaj nahi aaya toh mein tere ghar par aa jaunga, aur us dinn jaisa tere hii bed pe tujhe chodunga, samjha?
Bittu nodded once more.
“Zyada dard hain kya?” Surya poocha.
“Haan,” Bittu nodded.
“Chalna mushkil hain toh bol, tujhe yahi se goad me uthakar, lund pe bithakar le jaunga!” Surya said with a loud laugh, his eyes twinkling.
Face red in shame Bittu lowered his head.
“Aa jana, bus stand, chaar baje…” Surya reminded him once more and then walked away.
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Bittu paid the driver and got off the auto, it was exactly four…
He was, yes, filled with lust, but also apprehensive — he wanted to see that cock, hold it in his hand, feel it inside his belly — and the mere thought had made him come. But his stomach was still in turmoil, his ass still burning, and the once tiny hole, still horribly sore… and since he couldn’t ride his cycle (with the pain in his ass), he took an auto
His mother seemed glad when he told her he was going out… to meet friends — “Have a good time,” she had smiled.
Bittu looked up, and there he was, Surya, smiling at him.
“Aa gaya?” he said coming forward, “Chal room pe, tera sara dard duur kar doonga…” taking his arm and leading him down a dirty, narrow lane.
Three minutes later Surya ushered Bittu into a single room tenement at the end of a dark alley.
“Chal, utaar le…” he said closing and bolting the door, switching on the tube light.
Bittu stood there, silent and shaking, watching as Surya took off his own clothes, soon naked, his cock massive!
“Kya huya, kapde pehen ke hii gaand marwana hain kya aaj? Ya phir tera kapde phaad ke, tujhe nanga karke, chodna padega?!”
The thought of Surya ripping off his clothes, tearing off his shorts and t-shirt made Bittu promptly take off his clothes… soon standing naked before the young watchman… his teen cock already hard, and his ass hole wide open.
Looking at Bittu, Surya smiled, “Yaar, kya maal hain tu, wah! Aur kya mast gaand, chal, ghoom ja, deekha zara…”
And as Bittu silently turned around, displaying his smooth ass to the watchman, he let out a laugh, “Yaar, mast rahega agar mein tera sara kapde phaad doon… phir tujhe nanga hii ghar lautna padega! Kya pata… tera ye gora, chikna badan, ye mast gaand… shayad road pe hi tera public chudai ho jaye! Raat bhar har aane-jaane wale tujhe bari-bari pelta rahe!”
Bittu shuddered at the though, quickly lowering his eyes in shame.
“Chal, aa jaa, choos de zara…” Surya smiled, gripping the base of his fat cock and waving it at Bittu.”phir karta hoon duur tera dard!”
Bas, aur kya hona thaa… pehele toh Bittu ka munh choda, aur phir gaand… purey teen ghante tak lagataar choda, non-stop! Kya power, kya stamina… kya force! Wah! Bina dekhe naa toh samajh aataa, aur naa hii yakeen!
“Yaar, itna cheekh mat…” Surya kept grunting as he fucked that tight hole, covering the boy’s mouth with his hand, “itna shor na karr, warna sara mohalla ikattha ho jayega, aur phir haath me lund dhare room ke bahar line lag jayega teri chikni gaand maarne walon ke!”
Pehele toh goad me bithakar, oochaal-oochaal kar choda, phir uthakar kamra bhar phirte huye… aur phir ulta litakar mast choda…aur aakhir me apne kandhon par Bittu ka paer rakh, gaand phailaakar choda. Aur do baar gaand me maal bharne ke baad hi jaa kar shaant huya!
Aur dono ka wo siskiya… wo aahen bharna… those grunts and the groans… wo nanga badan kaa thap-thapana, paseene me bheega jism kaa ek doosre par ragadna aur phisalna… wo chikni gaand me andar-bahar hota huya lund sa meetha dhun… uff, binaa suney samajh nahi aayegaa.
“Chal, tujhe ghar chhod doon,” Surya said after a while, sitting up and looking down at the exhausted twink, “tujhse toh chalna nahi hoga aaj!”
Bittu could barely move… and to stand or walk was nearly impossible… feeling Surya’s cum leaking out of his horribly gaping ass with each step… the once tight mouth pouting painfully… the cum gushing out in spurts, smearing his plump cheeks, and rolling down his thighs – it was a horrible feeling, and exhilarating!
Surya led the shivering boy to the small door at the back of the room, opening it…
The door led out to a tiny strip of open space… a toilet in one corner, and a tap… there were three other doors too – obviously three other rooms, with three other tenants!
God, he was stark naked, how could he walk out in the open like that? What if those other people came out? They would see him!!!
“Chal, aa jaa, dho le…” Surya said, tugging at him, seeming unconcerned with their nakedness.
Bittu let out a whimper, his eyes looking around, at the three closed door…
“Oho, ye baat?” Surya laughed, “Yaar, koi nahi hain, sab kaam pe hain, chal aa jaa… dho le jaldi, warna jab wapas ghar jaayega toh sab ko pata chal jayega tu kya kar raha thaa pura shaam!”
Surya then took him out and stood him near the tap, cleaning him up with a wet cloth — wiping off Bittu’s dried semen that coated his torso, and his own copious cum that kept leaking out of the devastated ass…
After that he took Bittu on his bike and dropped him off near the building’s gate…
“Kal aa jaana, same, chaar baje…” he said as Bittu got off the bike, groaning as his ass throbbed in protest at the movement.
Bittu nodded.
“Agar nakhra kiya, nahi aaya, toh mein aa jaunga, samjha? Aur phir yehi tujhe apna lund pe sawar, bike pe bithakar le jaunga!”
Bittu quickly shook his head.
