Gay seduction story of watchman fucking master’s son: 4
Group sex story: Over the next two days Bittu went every afternoon, and offered his ass to Surya… who fucked him till the boy couldn’t even stand straight; and then dropped him home around eight in the evening.
That Saturday however, as they lay side by side in that room, Bittu’s body covered in his own teen spunk, his ass leaking Surya’s cum, the watchman suddenly said, “Aaj raat yehii ruk jaa…”
It was already past eight-thirty, later than usual, and Surya had fucked him for over four hours, filling his ass thrice… and now the suggestion startled Bittu.
“Aaj mera day off, duty nahi hain… mast chodunga tujhe, raat bhar, bas ruk jaa tu!”
“Par… gha… ghar…” Bittu mumbled softly, unable to finish the sentence — suddenly wondering how it would feel, to be fucked all night… would Surya keep him awake all night? Would he wake him up if he fell asleep, and then fuck him?
The idea seemed exciting, and he was suddenly desirous of spending a whole night with Surya, have him fuck and fuck and fuck; but it was scary too — would he even be able to get up and stand again, in the morning?!
“Toh phone kar de naa, bol dost ke paas ruk gaya tu…” Surya suggested, slowly reaching between the boy’s thighs, caressing his cock.
And as Bittu moaned in response, his spent cock slowly stirring, Surya said, “Chal, yaar, phone kar de, bol de tu dost ke ghar pe hain, aur raat yehi rukey gaa!” his hand releasing the boy cock and slipping in between the thighs, reaching lower…
Bittu remained silent, unsure… feeling the hand reach under, slip between the cum coated cheeks… one finger being roughly shoved deep inside his quaking ass.
“Aahhh…” Bittu moaned, his ass lifting off the floor, grinding into the man’s hand… and Surya quickly inserted a second, and then a third finger…
“Chal, phone kar…” Surya whispered, his mouth kissing and nibbling Bittu’s shoulder.
“Uhhh…” Bittu groaned, his cock now hard at the new sensation of the fingers twirling in his ass… the muscles of his rectum squeezing and tugging at the digits… and without even making a conscious effort his hips began moving… his ass fucking itself on the youth’s long fingers!
And as Bittu’s ass rose and fell, Surya suddenly tugged out his fingers and rolled away… leaving Bittu all empty and disappointed… making him cry out, looking at the watchman, eyes pleading.
“Chal, pehenle kapda aur jaa…” Surya said standing up, the tone dismissive… his monster once more awake, flexing.
Bittu just lay there, on the floor, staring up at him… at his cock.
“Hona yeh?” Surya laughed grabbing his cock and waving it at Bittu, “Hona toh phone kar, nahi toh jaa…”
Almost on the verge of tears, Bittu slowly reached for his phone in the pocket of his discarded shorts, and taking it out called his mom… lying to her about staying back at a friend’s… before cutting the call and looking up at Surya.
The young watchman smiled, “Shabash, chal, aa jaa aur choos le, phir chodta hoon tujhe!”
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At nine thirty Surya dumped his forth load of the evening, finally pulling out, and after a while got up, “Chal, khaana khaate, aur phir wapas aake teri gaand ka phirse kalyaan kar doonga!”
Surya took him to a tacky little joint further down the lane, right next to the railway tracks, and after the meal brought him back to the room — the lane dark, and empty — Surya’s hand deep inside Bittu’s shorts, squeezing his butt all the way home, continuously whispering, “Yaar, khaane ke baad bada mood ho raha hain, aaj raat teri gaand ka toh mein bhoosa banaunga!” sending a shiver down Bittu’s spine – both, the touch and the words.
Surya opened the door and entered, Bittu following…
“Aa gaye tum dono?” a voice greeted them, startling Bittu.
There, on the mattress, lay a young man, sprawled out… just a gamcha wrapped around his waist. He was the same age as Surya, similar built… earthy good looks… light wheatish, and clean shaven like Surya…
“Kaha tha sara dinn?” Surya asked the man, closing and bolting the door.
“Bas, tujhe mouka de raha thaa,” the young man grinned, his eyes fixed on Bittu, almost eating the boy, “Raazi ho gaya tera Bittu?”
“Haan,” Surya grinned, passing his arm around the boy’s slim waist, “bilkul raazi!”
“Toh aur derr kyu, chal aaja…” the man responded, slowly sitting up, undoing the knot before pulling off his gamcha. “Daily soonaate rehta, video bhi bataya, aaj mein bhi toh dekhu kaisi chikni gaand jugaad kiya hain tu ne!”
Bittu gulped, for the thing between the young man’s thighs was HUGE… as if it was Surya’s cock’s twin!
“Chal, aaja Bittu,” Surya said, already naked, “ho ja nanga, aur khol apni gaand!”
Bas, ab aage jo huya, woh toh na hii kehene ka, aur na hii shabdon me bayaan karne ka vaardaat tha… sirf ankho-dekhi hii samajh aataa… anubhav ho paata…
Group sex story of slutty boy with two wild tops
Uff, kya haseen manzar tha woh… uss raat… uss chhota sa kamra… do tana lund, aur ek kamsiin gaand… bilkul hosh uda dene wala!
Bas, itna samajh lo ke saari raat — bina soye, bina rookey, bina break liye, wo do vaishi lund Bittu ka munh aur gaand khoob choda… khoob maal pilaya… aur phir kareeb subah ke chaar baje, Bittu ka sandwich fuck bhi kar dala!
Bhoosa bolo, kachumar bola, bharta bolo… haan, sab bana dala!
And only after that did they finally rest!!!
Postscript: Ab Bittu bina gaand chudwaye reh nahi pata… Surya ka duty ke hesaab se uska room pe chala jata aur khoob gaand marwata, aur Saturday nights and Sundays, dono se hii chudwata. Once college reopened, once he couldn’t visit Surya in the mornings if the man had afternoon or night shift, toh wahi, building ke basement me, cars ke peeche, andhere me hii Surya se apni gaand chudwaa leta — naa sharm, naa haya, aur naa hii koi darr!
THE END
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