Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2022 14:59:01 +0000 From: Raj Nandan Subject: Uncle and Me I spent four years in college as an introverted, timid, almost invisible boy. With a soft voice, with no distinct personality or charisma to speak of. Thankfully, I was 21 and had managed to secure a medium-paying job. But, thanks to the lockdown, my reporting date had been deferred by eighteen months. I had no distinct interests or hobbies (except a passing interest in yoga). I was, as many people were during that time, bored out of my mind. I spent my entire day scrolling through Netflix. I was reading senseless forwards on a dozen WhatsApp groups and occasionally going for walks. It was during this time that he moved into the flat opposite mine. A tall, slightly overweight man in his early fifties, with a full head of silver hair, a silver-black goatee, and a distinct pair of sunken but kind eyes. After the first few days of eye contact, he recognized me as the boy next door. He smiled at me as I came and went. I began smiling and nodding back after a few more days. I overheard my mother gossip with the other neighbours that Ashok `uncle' lived alone. He kept to himself and didn't cook (so many Swiggy deliveries). He worked in a senior position (VP+) in a prominent IT firm. One of my windows overlooked him, and I gathered that he slept late. The light in his bedroom stayed on until past 3 every day. My first real interaction with him began with a knock on my door. I opened it, and there stood a man in an orange shirt, a Swiggy delivery boy. "This is for B11. He's not opening the door," he said. In one fluid movement, he had transferred the bag from his hand to mine and sped off. Just as he disappeared around the landing, the door to B11 opened and out came Ashok uncle. He was speaking in a torrent of Tamil, "Naan Dhaan varen nu kathunen la! (I said I was coming!)." He stopped and looked at me. "Oh... So you work for Swiggy now?" He grinned. I automatically giggled almost girlishly as I handed him the bag. He examined the bag and swore. "He wouldn't wait for me, and he's given me the wrong order. Looks like he's given me two thali meals instead of one plate of chapathi." "Oh... umm..." was all that I said. "I heard you're waiting for a reporting letter from XXXXXX." "Yes, uncle," I said. "Good place to start your career. Did Kaalidas interview you?" "Yes, uncle! You know him?" "I know a lot of people in the field, pa. Want to join me? I can't eat two Thali meals on my own." "I already ate, uncle. Maybe some other time." I often wonder what would've happened if I had accepted his invitation that night. Would he have made a move? Our next interaction was a bit more... ummm... physical. We had gotten into the lift together (our flat still has one of those old lifts with a chain door that rattles as it closes). We smiled and nodded as he punched the button for our floor. Before the lift could begin its upward journey, one of the housemaids who worked in the building got in. Instantly, he moved across the space that separated us. He pressed his full body on mine, moving as far away from the old lady as possible. Before I could even breathe, he whispered in my ear, pressing into me from behind. "I heard her husband got Covid last week." His lips were almost touching my earlobe. I felt goose-pimples erupt along the nape of my neck. I felt his musk around me -- a potent mix of sweat, brut and old spice. I was still a virgin. My only sexual experiences had been in the shower with my soapy hands jerking my hard dick to orgasm. I had never been attracted to men and... The maid got off on the second floor. As she did, he put his arms around me from behind, hugging me with those two big tree trunks. He was much taller than me. I felt his crotch squish into the small of my back. He pressed his lips into the back of my neck playfully and said, "Now, if we get it, we'll get it together." I squirmed and tried to wriggle my way out of his hug while making his crotch grow harder and harder. My eyes widened as a rock-hard pole pressed into my back. When our floor arrived, he let me go, grinning as I ran away shyly. I was a raging mess of hormones and lust for a few hours until everyone at home went to sleep. I masturbated to sleep under the covers, the feeling of his large manly body mashing against mine still fresh in my mind. I woke up the next morning feeling a bit silly. I hadn't thought of Tamannah, Samantha, or any other sexy woman on TV while masturbating last night. I had thought of Ashok uncle, the man who lived across from me, who was old enough to be my father (who, by the way, lived and worked overseas). I shook my head as I picked up my yoga mat and headband and went to the terrace. I loved going through my routine early in the morning -- in the cool morning air. I unfurled the mat and began stretching. Wearing thigh-length shorts and a sleeveless tank top that ended just above my midriff. I heard the terrace door open, and Ashok's uncle walked in. He was wearing a loose t-shirt and a dhoti. "I can hear you now. My signal is quite good here," He waved at me and continued talking business -- forecasts, projections, timelines etc. I continued through my routine. The doggy poses with my ass up and down. Raised arm poses that exposed my smooth armpits and flat stomach. Leg stretches that raised my loose shorts to the level of my crotch, and so on. Twenty minutes later, I was covered with a thin sheen of shiny sweat when he finally hung up and walked up to me. I was lying down with my arms above my head. He stood over me and said, "Oh. So you're a yoga master." I giggled and shook my head, "Edho konjam theriyum (I know a little)." "Show me that Adho mukha shvanasana again," he said. "Huh?" he startled me with his use of the full Sanskrit name. "Which one is that?" "Downward Doggy pa. Go to the Downward Doggy pose." I was slightly irritated with him for interrupting me. But I flipped over and raised my butt, stretching out with my hands on the floor. "Hmm, hold it right there." He went on his knees and got behind me, his face close to my ass. I felt one of his arms wrap around my midriff as he raised my ass even higher. He placed his other hand on the back of my head, pressing my head down to the mat. "Hmm, good, this is the right and full way to stretch for this asana." I felt his beard prickle into my thin shorts, tickling my smooth butt cheeks as he pressed his face into my ass. His arm around my midriff went a few inches higher, rubbing roughly against my nipples. I let out a moan involuntarily as my horniness from yesterday returned, raging like a hurricane. The moment he heard my moan, he stopped pretending. He stood up with his arms still around me. Lifting me like a ragdoll and dropping me hard on my feet behind the water tank. Here, shaded by the surrounding trees, he took my face in his large hands and brought his lips close to mine. "Ummmm...." He moaned, "I've wanted to do this for a while...." "No...please," I struggled weakly and tried to move my face away. He held me roughly and pressed his full lips on mine, engulfing half my face with his mouth. I felt his warm tongue lick my chin and give my lips a long wet lick. "Ummm... tasty." He was loud and insistent as he kissed me, sucking my lower lip, licking my chin, nibbling my nose and biting my cheeks. His tongue was warm, and his breath was minty cool. I moaned as he squeezed my cheeks together, making my lips open for him as he stuck his tongue into my mouth. I accepted his tongue shyly, moaning as it licked my teeth and swirled around my gums. I lost all sense of time and space, and his oral assault continued. I stood there, meek and passive, as he took what he wanted. Sucking my life out through my mouth. I realized that I wasn't wearing my tank top anymore, and my bare chest was exposed to him. He finally left my mouth. He licked my neck and moved to my arms as I gasped and caught my breath. He bit the smooth skin of my upper arm several times, leaving red marks. He raised my arm and plunged into my armpit, sweaty and musky from the morning sun and the yoga. He began with tiny sweet sniffs of my pits, licking and nibbling. But soon, he descended into long squelchy licks and kisses, his spit mixing with my sweat. He left my pits and bent down to my nipples, circling them with his tongue and nibbling them, making me moan and spasm. He grabbed one of my arms, which had been hanging passively on the side and took it inside his dhoti. He wasn't wearing any underwear. I felt a long hairy and hard cock, warm and throbbing inside. He made my petite hands clasp the monster between his legs. He looked into my eyes and pressed his body on mine as he shook back and forth, making my hand jerk him. He put his hand inside my shorts and grabbed my tiny balls. He was making me moan and gasp and let out a little scream. "Ahhhh." "Tiny little sissy bitch, aren't you?" he whispered. He squeezed my balls and my tiny but hard cock with his large hands. I felt the hair on his hands prick my thighs as he stroked, probed, and manhandled my crotch. All this time, he continued to make back and forth motions, making me stroke him. "Tiny little sissy bitch, aren't you? Yes or no? Answer me..." he gave my balls an extra-strong and painful squeeze. "Yes," I said, nodding, wanting him to let my balls go. "Yes, daddy," he said, with a bite on my nose. "Yes, daddy..." I gasped in return. "You want to cum for daddy?" he asked. "Yes, daddy," I ground my crotch into his hands. I was his, now and forever. My brain was a mess of pleasure chemicals and lust. I was now stroking his cock alone, not needing him to move. He realized that and smiled, stroking my cock with long, insistent strokes, staring into my eyes. I melted for him. "That's it, baby, keep stroking daddy, make daddy cum too." I felt his cock grow harder as my hands grew sticky with precum and sweat. "Keep stroking. Go faster," he said, nodding and moaning. My hands moved fast under his white dhoti as he gave a small scream. "Aaaaah. Don't stop." He spasmed. His large body shook and shivered as his cock throbbed. He came with another loud moan, coating my hand with his hot, sticky cum. He hugged me close and ground his body on my crotch. He was rubbing his thighs on my shorts-covered dick. I hugged back as I cum, wetting the front of my shorts. I collapsed and fell over him. Reeling from the biggest and best orgasm of my life so far. He hugged me, holding me close and feeling my heart pound against his chest. "We're having dinner together. Be at my house at 8 pm. Tell your mother you're spending the night in my house, attending some Java training during US time." He said and let me go. He straightened his dhoti and dialled a number on his phone. As he walked away, leaving me spent and wet, I heard him say. "Okay, so those projections in the third quarter...." This continues my previous story about Ashok uncle, my hot, hairy and hungry older neighbour. I went home, showered and spent most of the day dealing with a strange combination of fear and lust. I told my mother that Ashok uncle was treating me to dinner and I would be home late from his house. I was half praying that she would say No. But she said yes. She was happy that I was finally leaving the house for something other than buying groceries. The clock struck four. I didn't want to go. I was so scared, but I was horny. My lips still felt sore from all the kissing. His bites along the length of my boyish arms stung. My armpits felt so sensitive from all the kissing and nibbling. My tiny cock throbbed all day, and my balls felt heavy and sensitive What if my mom found out? What if my dad found out? At 6 o clock, fear and reason took over. I told myself I would go. It would be foolish to refuse an invitation from someone powerful in the industry. But I would sit as far away as possible and not allow physical contact. If he even tried to give me so much as a lingering handshake, I would scream and run. I showered at half past seven and put on a t-shirt and a pair of track pants. I knocked on his door. He opened the door and smiled. I braced myself as he led me in. He didn't try to hug me or touch me. I hadn't been to his house before. It was a simple 2 BHK.. a living room, two bedrooms, one of which served as his office. He brought out his cell phone with the Swiggy app open. "So, what'll you have? You can get anything you like." "I... you can get anything you like, uncle." "I'm thinking pizza and a movie, isn't that what you young people do? Meatlovers supreme, okay?" I nodded and giggled. "Yes, uncle." I had been there for a full five minutes, and he hadn't done or said anything that would make me uncomfortable or rouse me in any way. I began to breathe easily. Maybe it was just a one-time thing. Some parts of me felt slightly disappointed, but I didn't show it. As he placed the order and paid, he plopped his large body on the sofa beside me. He looked at me and said, "About this morning...." Here we go, I thought. "About this morning. I'm sorry about what happened. It is just that I haven't had a lover in a long time. I couldn't control myself. You're so sexy. I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable or unsafe. I'd never hurt you. I promise. And it will never happen again. I promise. I promise. I promise." He said it with sincerity and no malice, looking at me with those kind eyes. "Umm, it was no problem at all, uncle. I won't tell anyone and didn't feel unsafe or in pain. We'll let bygones be bygones." "Okay, now about that movie." A combination of rain and traffic meant the pizza took forever to arrive. We were nearly a third into an exceedingly boring Tamil film when he took the remote and smashed the stop button. "I can't STAND another minute of that. Have they forgotten to make films? That was such a big pile of hog vomit." I giggled and nodded. "It was boring, uncle." "First, I was only hungry. Now I am hungry AND bored. Want to watch something else?" "Yes, uncle, but what?" "Let's watch something good. Something critically acclaimed. Let's watch something from my favorite director. Stanley Kubrick `Eyes Wide Shut'" Oh dear, said a voice inside my head. "Uncle, isn't that movie a bit...adult?" "What? NO! It's a psychological thriller, and come on, pa, you're 21. You should expand your horizons and stop watching all this crap in Tamil." The evening was turning "Okay, uncle, `Eyes wide shut' it is." "This kind of movie deserves a certain kind of ambience." He said, dimmed the lights, and drew the main curtain that let in some of the light from the street lamp from across the road. The room was bathed in dim orange light. I hadn't seen `Eyes Wide Shut' before. But had heard enough to know that it was a movie with lots of erotic talk and nude scenes. Was he trying to rouse me? Was that apology just a way to manipulate me into going with whatever he was trying here? The first sex scene was only a few minutes in. I swallowed a lump in my throat. I turned to look at him, and he wasn't looking at the screen. He was looking at me, his hand on his crotch. "Uncle?" I said slowly. "You can leave now. I will never approach you again. There will be no hard feelings between us. What happened near the water tank will be the end of our story. Or you could stay, and I could paint every inch of that body with my saliva. I will stick my cock so far down your throat that it comes out of your ass." My eyes widened, and I laughed involuntarily. "Your choice," he said. I was rooted to the sofa. I couldn't decide. A part of me wanted to scream and run. A part of me wanted to lie back and let this hot and extremely sensuous older man have his way with me. He gently slid over and took my hand in his. He raised my hand to his mouth and gently suckled my fingers, one by one. The feeling of a warm mouth on them, a tongue spitting on them and sucking them, made me shiver and spasm as waves of pleasure burst through my body. "Your choice entirely " suck "stay " suck.. "or leave "suck suck suck I shyly looked away, my hand still on his tongue and my fingers. A feeble "Uncle..." was all I could manage. He moved closer and put his arms around me from the side. He put his lips on my ears, planting long suckling kisses. Every time his lips touched my body, there was no half-measure, no light peck. Every kiss was long, squelchy, wet, hungry and noisy. My body was beginning to decide for me. I moaned and snuggled up to him as he made out with me. My arms wrapped around his neck as I slid over onto his lap. He grabbed my ass and held me tight as he licked my face -- Long, spitty licks that he then kissed away noisily. I giggled, moaned, and rubbed my spit-covered face on his t-shirt, wetting it. That was his cue to throw off his t-shirt and expose his bare, hairy, musky chest to me. My t-shirt was ripped off and thrown on the floor. There we were -- me in my tracks and he in his Bermudas. Me on his lap with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He held me tight with his hairy arms around me, crushing my chest while his lips sucked my face. I was still passive. Letting him manipulate my body like a rag doll as he raised and lowered my ass on his shorts-covered cock. Every thrust felt heavenly and naughty, even though there were multiple layers of cloth between his cock and my asshole. My face was buried in his neck. I felt the overpowering and intoxicating musk from him that I had first experienced when we met in the lift. I moaned, sniffing and nibbling the nape of his neck as he continued to squeeze my ass. He pulled me away from his chest and said, "Open your mouth." "Why?" He gave my ass an extra painful pinch. "Aaaaah," I screamed His cue was to bring up a glob of spit and sail it into my mouth. It felt warm and strange.. another man's saliva in my mouth. If I weren't overpowered by lust, I wouldn't have ever let him do that, but I did. I did all the other things that followed over the next few months. "Don't swallow it. Just swirl it around." He said and put a hand around my throat. I nodded, still keeping the spit in my mouth. A few moments later, he threw back his head and opened his mouth. I knew what I had to do. Gently and shyly, I leaned up and drooled into his mouth, him hungrily accepting my saliva mixed with his. He moaned loudly, swallowed and smacked his lips. "Next time, we'll do that with a little cum and a little tequila mixed in." I shyly hugged him and pressed my face on his chest, a hairy musky powerful man, and me, a submissive little twink who was falling for him. He hugged me and stroked my hair. "Ummm, so you liked what we did this morning?" I refused to meet his gaze and whispered into his chest skin, "Yes, " I giggled and added, "Daddy." "But you didn't even see your master did you?" "Huh?" "He has hidden under my dhoti all along." I giggled and nodded shyly. "Why don't you introduce yourself to him." "Umm, I don't know. " He planted me on the floor and gently pushed me to my knees. "Uncle, I don't know." "Just help me with my pants." I kneeled between his massive thighs. He took my hand to his waistband. I mechanically pulled it down, exposing his cock, erect and angry. My first instinct was to refuse to look at it. I mean -- it was another man's cock. Why would I want to look at another man's cock? He held my face with his hands and brought me close to his crotch and his bush. The smell of cock-sweat and musk was overpowering. I looked. His crotch was a hairy triangle of flesh between three large mounds -- his two thighs and his large pot belly. His hard brown rod, throbbing, uncut with the foreskin's back, was in the middle of that triangle. At the bottom of the shaft, hanging like a large bell, were his balls, hairy and slimy from the precum that had been oozing from his cock tip. "Oh my," I began when he took my head and pressed it on its crotch. My nose on his balls and my forehead on his cock shaft I struggled, but he held me in place and said, "Just breathe, breath." I breathed deeply, taking in his musk and man sex "Soon, this will become your favourite smell." I moaned and grunted as his soft, pendulous and damp balls rubbed on my face, covering me in his scent. He was marking his territory. I belonged to him. I was his. "Say it," he said. "Soon, this will become my favourite smell, daddy." "Now, kiss your new master." I pouted my lips and planted them on his cock head, large mushroom-shaped and wet. I kissed him softly. I began with soft nibbles and kisses and soon made out with his cock head like a pair of lips, loving it as it responded to my every kiss and lick -- twitching, throbbing, pulsing. He began to moan and ooze more precum -- some of it got into my mouth. I spat it back out on the cock. It coated my face, making it a slick, slutty, slimy mess. This turned him on a lot. He pulled me up and began licking my face from top to bottom, sucking all his precum into his mouth before he could ask. I was ready with my open mouth for him to spit it all, precum and saliva into my mouth. I swallowed the lust overtaking me. I sank back and took the mushroom head of his cock into my mouth and sucked hard. He moaned and held me in place. "Relax your throat, breathe through your nose." He said and pressed my head down further. I felt his cock, slimy and strong, push itself deeper into my mouth until it touched the back, making me gag. I gagged once or twice. Then he pulled my head off his cock, strings of drool between my lips and his cock. Seeing me drooling like a fountain drove him crazy as he pulled me up and kissed me, tasting his cock musk and my drool. He pushed me back down on his cock and put his hands on either side of my head, beginning to fuck my face in a steady rhythm. His balls hit my chin with every stroke. His cock pushed past my teeth, crossed the back of my gums and invaded my tight throat. It felt like I was trying to swallow an entire log of wood. I gagged and gagged. I tried to pull back, but his grip on my head was indescribably strong. When I realized I couldn't pull away, I relaxed my neck and shoulder muscles, letting him take control of me. In his hands, I was a fleshlight, a toy. I gagged, sputtered, wailed, spit up, and shuddered as my tears flowed freely. But he didn't stop, moaning and egging me on as he fucked my deep throat. "Oh yes, baby. Oh yes, sissy baby. Take it all in. Oh, my fucking hell, yes. So young. So tender. So lovely." Seconds turned to minutes, and I began to feel lightheaded. I had long since closed my eyes. My only sense of the outside world was the incessant invasion of my throat by Ashok's uncle's cock, the smell of musk, saliva, phlegm and precum all around me. Flowing down my chin and covering my chest and the prick of his public hair as it scraped my face with every stroke. Finally, he stopped thrusting and held my head in place, his cock thrusting deeper and harder than it had gone so far. My whole body shivered and shook as he screamed. "OH FUCK YES!" His entire body began to spasm. His balls on my chin tightened as a burst of salty, creamy fluid splashed into my mouth, flooding it and mixing with all the fluids already there. I felt his cum overflow my small mouth and drool onto my neck and chest, turning me into a slime-covered statue of hormones and sex. I swallowed the rest and felt his warm cum filling my empty stomach. He held on for a few seconds and pushed me off him. I fell back, slamming onto the carpet with my back to the floor and my head facing the ceiling. Panting, moaning, crying. He was still moaning, stroking his cock, coaxing the last few drops of cum. I looked at him through a glaze of cum, tears and saliva. I coughed and closed my eyes. I drifted off to sleep half naked and exhausted.