Gay seduction story of watchman fucking master’s son: 2
Gay sex erotica: Bittu remained silent… still in shock.
Surya laughed, “Chal, dikhaa hi deta hoon… tu bhi khoosh, aur me bhi!”
Jaws gaping, Bittu stared back at him – scared… nervous… ashamed – his heart pounding in his throat… but his cock didn’t seem to loose its hardness from the shock or shame, in fact, he felt it flex and throb even harder at the young man’s words.
He wasn’t wearing his uniform, just normal clothes – a plain shirt, and tight jeans – and as Bittu stared on, he began to strip – first his shirt… and then… undoing the button he unzipped his fly… slowly pushing down his jeans… he was wearing nothing underneath!
“Chal, dekh le… aur karle jo karna!” the youth grinned, his hand reaching up to tweak Bittu’s left nipple. “Waise maal toh tu mast hain, gora aur chikna… aur nanga toh bilkul first class!”
Desirous, but nervous, Bittu’s eyes slowly moved lower… almost popping with disbelief and horror – uss watchman ke thighs ke beech, ghane kaale baalon me se uthta huya woh lamba aur mota lund – maano koi vishaal sa khamba thaa…
And it wasn’t even fully hard, just partially erect… and yet – IT WAS ALREADY HUGE!
“Hain na mast?” Surya asked with a laugh, “Tujhe yehi hona tha na? Aaj bana le apna!”
Bittu gulped, eyes wide… feeling his cock twitch and pulse.
“Chal, aa jaa…” the watchman said, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the bed. He sat down and jerked Bittu’s arm, making him fall face first, his ass on the edge of the bed… sticking up high.
“Yaar, tera yeh gaand toh mast hain,” Surya laughed, roughly grabbing the soft, smooth buttocks with both hands, squeezing and fondling the pair, “Marwaya kya pehle?”
Bittu could only moan in reply… his heart slamming wildly, his mouth dry.
Surya pulled apart the cheeks and peered in… letting out a whistle as he saw the tiny little pink opening — tightly clenched shut and totally hairless. “Yaar yeh toh bilkul hi chhota hain, lagta sealpack… mast tight hoga,” and then touching it with a finger tip added, “Bol, tudwana hain kya seal?”
Bittu just lay there, silent and shaking… feeling the strong finger probing his untouched little hole… roughly prodding the tight opening.
Surya slapped his ass, “Sala, mera lund takta hain, mera nanga badan dekhte huye mooth marta hain, ab chup kyu, bol, phodon tera seal?”
Bittu groaned in respond… feeling the pressure of the finger trying to force its way inside… enter him.
The young watchman caught his shoulder and pulled him off the bed, throwing him down on the floor, and garbbing the base of that monstrous cock with one hand he waved it at Bittu, “Le, choos ke pura khada kar de, phir karta tera gaand ka subh udghatan!” curling the fingers of his other hand in Bittu’s hair as he pulled his face into his crotch…
Bittu had dreamed of sucking cock for years now, but had never done it before… and seeing Surya’s massive cock up close, he baulked.
Surya was breathing hard now, in the grip of maddening lust… and his fingers roughly tugged at Bittu’s hair guiding his face closer as his other hand holding the cock, rubbed it against the boy’s lips, “Chal, munh khol…”
Bittu parted his lips and Surya pushed the large head in… stretching the boy’s lips, pushing his jaws wide apart… letting out a satisfied grunt.
Saliva flooded Bittu’s mouth as another inch of the fat cock pushed inside… making the jawbones creak… and as Surya lurched up, Bittu felt the swollen cockhead touch the begining of his throat!
The watchman rocked his hips, gradually feeding the boy more of his cock… but Bittu’s mouth was already stuffed full, and he hadn’t even taken a quater of it!
Bittu spluttered, and choked, but Surya was relentless, grunting as he tried to force more of his cock into that warm, moist mouth… one hand still gripping Bittu’s hair, while the other held him under his lower jaw… and suddenly he thrust his pelvis, sending the cockhead sliding past his tonsils, right down his throat!
The boy gagged… but Surya didn’t budge, holding still… and once the feeling passed, he shoved in another inch…
Bittu couldn’t breathe… his lungs screaming for air… he thought he’d pass out when Surya slowly tugged it out of the throat… and as Bittu gulped air, the watchman shoved it back in… begining to slowly fuck his mouth!
They soon set a smooth rhythm… Surya tugging back his cock, Bittu gulping air, and the man shoving it right in…
The cock was fully hard now… impossibly long and unbelievably fat… and even after having it pushed down his throat repeatedly, Bittu was barely able to take half of it!
He didn’t know how long Surya fucked his face, but finally he pulled back and out, “Chal, tel hain to le aa, phir tera seal phodta hoon!”
Bittu just lay there on the floor, gasping for air… mind blank, body numb…
“Jaa, le aa,” Surya said impatiently, “nahi toh thook se hi kaam chalana padega…”
The very thought of Surya stuffing that huge monster in his ass without lubricating his virgin hole first quickly made Bittu stand up and rush to the bathroom, getting the bottle of coconut oil… handing it to Surya.
“Chal, lait jaa aur uthaa le apna taang!” Surya grinned at him, slowly standing up and opening the cap, his rigid cock pointing high up… throbbing and flexing with lust at the thought of finally breaching the untouched ass hole of the fresh teen boy.
The watchman poured the oil directly over the hole, smearing it with his fingers… shoving in one, and then applied some on his own cock…
“Ab khol apni gaand aur le le andar…” he said, tossing the bottle aside and getting into position between Bittu’s widely spread thighs.
Ab agle aadha ghanta kya huya ye shabdon me kaha nahi jayega… par pura tees minute mehanat ke baad jaa kar Bittu ka seal aakhir tooth hi gaya… aur Surya ka vaishi lund pura andar sama gaya!
Wah, kya scene tha woh – Bittu ka wo cheekna, chatpatana… Surya ka ghurrana… dono ka wo siskiya… wo karahna… wo aahen bharna – bas, dekhte hi banta!
Gay sex erotica of virgin ass hole fucked hard
Kareeb ek dedh ghanta ghamasaan chudai ke baad Surya ne Bittu ki gaand maal se bharne ke baad apna lund nikaal liya aur paas lait gaya, “Yaar maza aa gaya, ab toh daily hona mujhe, shaam ko aa jana mere room pe, tera bhookh-pyaas sab mita doonga!”
Bittu ka bhi do baar nikal chuka tha… pait aur chaati maal se bilkul bheega pada tha… uska pura shareer numb tha, dimaag bhi numb… aur gaand me jalta huya aag!
Pandhra minute ke baad Surya utha, “Chal, khaana khila, aur uske baad phir chod doonga…” and that’s when Bittu saw him pick up his phone – not Bittu’s, but his own – and wave it at him, “Aur iss me pura recording kar liya, tera choosne ka bhi, aur gaand marwane ka bhi, poora sound ke saath. Ab daily dekh ke garam kar loonga, aur tu aane ke baad mast chod doonga!”
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