Watchman And Me - Part 2
I’m Rahul, an 18 year old boy narrating the second part of my experience with my watchman and lover. After my watchman gave me a brilliant orgasm and a final kiss and went down to finish his shift, I realised the pain on my nipples and the pain of love bites all over my slender body. I stayed mostly naked for the rest of the evening, wearing only a thong and watched TV. More than anything I wanted to get more of what had started. I kept looking out of my window and noticed the watchman staring back and smiling often, he even blew me a kiss a couple of times. His moustache covered his upper lip, and his beardless face was angled with a strong jaw. He was a tall guy and really muscular too. He noticed me staring at him and removed two of his upper buttons and signalled me to open the door. I went to the door in just my thong, unafraid of anything and waited for him to come. He hadn’t taken my number, nor I his, so the only way we could communicate was by actually meeting. He sneaked up and I opened the door, noticing him through the peeking hole. He quickly entered and closed the door. As soon as he closed the door he grabbed my free butt and pulled my paining nipple and pulled my entire frame towards his massive torso. He instructed me holding me completely in his arms and power, “Raat ko 10.30 baje aaunga, chamiya taiyar rehana aur tel bhi rakhna. Tujhe jannat ki sair karaunga” (I’ll come at 10.30, keep yourself ready, slut and keep oil too. I’m going to take you to heaven). He kissed me on my lips again, longer and with both his lips, no tongue, no teeth, only lips. It wasn’t the best kiss I’ve had, but he was trying and I could tell. He turned me around, laughed loudly and left again. I didn’t know what to do, I stood there naked, completely awestruck and surprised to find such tender romances in a hunky watchman. I loved the feeling of being this desired and satisfied. Well, not completely satisfied, my ass still had a giant itch that needed to be scratched and rubbed and fucked. I wasted away my time till 10.30, not in a mood to masturbate, or to even watch porn (I was sexually content because of the evening orgasm) and just roamed around my house in my thong, my penis hidden, and my butt free to be seen and explored. I didn’t want to eat dinner because I wanted to get fucked, but I ate a fruit anyway and called my parents around 9.45, so they wouldn’t disturb me throughout the night. I made sure I was clean all over and cleaned up my house and room, getting bored of waiting. At 10.15, I had an erection, without him even being present, around 10.20 the bell rang and I ran to check who it was. I peeped through the hole and I could only see the chest area of a man in a blue shirt. I picked up a towel and opened the door to find my watchman in fresh clothes and smelling of soap and a bath. He smiled at me and didn’t say a word, only walked inside pulling my towel away. I quickly and quietly closed and locked the door. I offered the watchman food and water, both of which he refused and instead called me to him. He was sitting on the sofa and just commanded me to come to him. He made me sit on his lap and said, “Shyamm ko mazaa aaya?” (Did you enjoy the evening?). I could only blush feeling small and little in his lap and arms. “Bolo, mazaa aaya?” (Tell me, did you enjoy?) “Bohut” (A lot) I sheepishly replied. He hugged me tight and started with my neck again. I stopped him and asked him to remove his clothes too. He raised his finger to his lips and basically made me shut up saying “Mein jo kahu, waise. Thik hai?” (The way I say it has to be, okay?) I silently nodded, frightened and excited about what he meant. He was biting my neck and sucking it, and I wanted to please him. I was aroused again and wanted to be fucked real hard. In a swipe, I was naked and being fondled in his lap, whereas he was still completely dressed, and smelling nice. I tried unbuttoning his shirt and he allowed me to. He let me rub my hands on his muscular back as he squeezed my body and boobs. He moved my head towards him and started to kiss my lips. I hugged him tight and he hugged me back and we progressed with our kiss. Slowly I started giving my tongue and so did he and in a matter of seconds, we were passionately making out and I managed to arouse him and make him really wild. He picked me up and pushed me on my back on the sofa and went wild. He bit my lower lip, licked it with his tongue and went on a biting rampage across my naked body. His shirt was almost off by now and I could feel his erection rubbing against me. He kept mauling my ass and boobs, he kept squeezing every part and sucking and biting whatever he liked. He went down to my thighs and kissed me. I was tickled and started to giggle. The thigh is where i can’t bear being kissed or licked. He pushed my hands down and continued tickling me with his mouth. I couldn’t bear it and begged him to stop, he eventually did and came back up to my lips, panting. I tried to pull down his pants, which he himself removed and threw aside. He lifted me off the sofa and asked me, “kaha?” (where?) I directed him to my bedroom and he put me down on my bed and got completely naked. The orange light of my room made him look like a hero, with his big body and his hairy chest and pubes. His muscular arms fell on either side of me and I could see his long thick penis, completely erect and free and eventually rubbing against my penis and belly. He continued to kiss me for the longest time, but it felt like seconds and I wanted more. He was on top of me, rubbing his hard thick tool against my body, kissing my lips, neck, and then nipples. And then he started eating them again, but he was gentler this time, because I couldn’t stop moaning and pushing him away. The foreplay lasted for I don’t know how long, but I was itching to blow him and have him fuck me.