The humid air of the Delhi summer clung to my skin like a second shirt, even inside our apartment. A thin film of sweat coated my forehead, tracing a path down my temple. I pushed open the door to Ansh’s room, a half-formed question about the Wi-Fi on my tongue.
He usually kept his door ajar, a silent invitation, but today it was almost closed, a sliver of darkness peeking through. I nudged it wider, the wood groaning softly, and stepped inside. My breath hitched. The question evaporated. Ansh stood silhouetted against the window, the harsh afternoon light painting his form in stark relief. He was naked...
My gaze, unbidden, swept over him. His back muscles, sculpted from years of relentless gym work, rippled under his skin, a landscape of peaks and valleys.
The broad expanse of his shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, then flared again at his hips. His ass, tight and muscular, presented a firm, inviting curve. It was a sight I’d glimpsed before, through the fleeting crack of a bathroom door, or a towel slipping precariously low, but never like this. Never so fully, so brazenly exposed.
A strange heat bloomed low in my belly, unfamiliar and intense. My cheeks flushed. I felt like an intruder, a trespasser on sacred ground, yet I couldn't tear my eyes away. The air in the room thickened, charged with an unspoken energy. He hadn’t noticed me.
He was reaching for a fresh t-shirt draped over his desk chair, his movements fluid, unhurried. The sight of his powerful thighs, the dark hair tracing a line up his inner leg, sent a shiver down my spine. “Ansh?” My voice came out as a strangled whisper, barely audible. He froze, his hand mid-air. He slowly turned, his eyes, dark and fathomable, locking onto mine. There was no surprise, no immediate alarm, just a calm, assessing gaze.
My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat. His cock, thick and heavy, swung gently between his legs as he pivoted, the head a deep, dusky rose, a single pearl of pre-cum glistening at its tip. My eyes snagged there, captivated, a primal instinct stirring within me. “Sohan.” His voice was a low rumble, devoid of any inflection.
“What do you need?” The question felt distant, a meaningless sound against the roaring in my ears. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. The heat in my belly intensified, spreading outwards, a delicious ache. I felt a blush creep up my neck, hot and undeniable.
“I… I just… I was looking for you.” The words felt clumsy, inadequate. My gaze drifted back to his cock, now fully exposed, thick veins tracing its length. It looked impossibly large, powerful, almost intimidating. A tremor ran through me. He took a step towards me, his movements slow, deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. The air crackled with tension. My breath hitched again. He was so close now, his scent, a mix of sweat and his usual aftershave, filling my nostrils. It was intoxicating. “And now you’ve found me.”
A faint smile, almost imperceptible, touched his lips. His eyes, though, remained unreadable, a deep, dark pool. “Is there something specific you needed my help with?” The question hung in the air, loaded with unspoken meaning. My mind raced, a jumble of confused emotions. Fear, excitement, desire, all swirling together. I felt a sudden, desperate urge to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin, the hardness of his muscles. The thought shocked me, yet it pulsed through my veins, insistent. “I… I like you, Ansh.”
The words tumbled out before I could stop them, raw and unfiltered, tearing through the quiet of the room. My voice was barely a whisper, thick with emotion. My cheeks burned. I knew, even as I spoke, that I was crossing a line, stepping into forbidden territory. But I couldn't help it. The sight of him, so magnificent and vulnerable, had stripped away all my inhibitions. His eyes widened, a flicker of surprise finally gracing his face.
The smile vanished, replaced by a thoughtful frown. He studied me, his gaze piercing, as if trying to decipher the true meaning behind my confession. The silence stretched, taut and suffocating. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst from my chest. Then, a slow, deliberate smile spread across his face, a different kind of smile this time, predatory and knowing. His eyes gleamed with a dangerous light.
He took another step, closing the distance between us until he stood directly in front of me, his naked body a mere breath away. The heat emanating from him was palpable. “You like me, Sohan?” His voice was a low purr, a silken thread that wrapped around me, pulling me closer. He reached out, his large hand brushing against my cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. A jolt, electric and intense, shot through me. My skin tingled where he touched me. I could only nod, my throat too tight for words. My gaze was still fixed on his cock, now hardening, growing even thicker, a silent testament to the effect he had on me.
A bead of pre-cum dripped from its tip, clinging to the dark hairs at its base. “Tell me, Sohan,” he murmured, his thumb stroking my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. “How do you like me?” His voice was a seductive whisper, pulling me deeper into his orbit. My breath hitched. The air in the room was thick, heavy with unspoken desire. My body felt alive, every nerve ending buzzing. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the subtle scent of his skin, musky and intoxicating. My eyes, still mesmerized, drifted from his face to his chest, the sculpted pectorals, the dark swirls of hair, then down to his hardened cock, now standing proud and defiant. It pulsated slightly, a silent invitation.
“I… I like you… like this,” I managed to stammer, my voice barely a whisper, my gaze fixed on his erection. The words felt inadequate, but they were the only ones that came to mind. My cheeks burned with a blush that surely painted my entire face crimson. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound that vibrated through me. His thumb continued its slow, hypnotic caress along my jawline, sending tremors through my body. He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear, his voice dropping to an even deeper register. “Like this, huh?” he murmured, his lips brushing against my lobe, sending a shiver down my spine.
“You find me… appealing, then?” My knees felt weak, threatening to buckle beneath me. I could only nod, my eyes still locked on his cock, which seemed to grow even larger, a testament to the potent effect he had on me. My mouth felt dry, my tongue thick. He pulled back slightly, his eyes, dark and intense, searching mine.
The predatory gleam was back, stronger now, almost overwhelming. He was no longer just assessing; he was claiming. “Good,” he said, his voice a low growl, a sound that vibrated through my very core. “Because I’ve noticed you, too, Sohan. For a long time.” My eyes widened in surprise. My heart, already pounding a frantic rhythm, lurched. He had noticed me? All this time? A wave of confusion and exhilaration washed over me.
He reached out, his other hand moving slowly, deliberately, to cup my cheek. His fingers were warm, rough against my skin. He tilted my head up, forcing my gaze to meet his. His eyes were dark, fathomable pools, reflecting a raw, untamed desire that mirrored my own. “You’re a beautiful boy, Sohan,” he whispered, his voice thick with a raw, primal hunger. “And you’re mine now.” The words, a declaration and a claim, sent a jolt through me, a mix of fear and intense excitement. My breath hitched. My entire body trembled. He didn’t wait for a response. His head descended, slowly, inexorably, until his lips met mine.
The kiss was everything I hadn’t known I craved. It was not gentle, not tentative. It was a hungry, possessive assault. His mouth devoured mine, his tongue plunging deep, exploring every crevice, tasting, claiming. I gasped, a soft sound lost in the intensity of his kiss. His tongue danced with mine, a passionate duel, swirling, sucking, intertwining. The taste of him, warm and musky, filled my mouth, intoxicating me.
My hands, almost instinctively, rose to grip his broad shoulders, my fingers digging into the hard, warm flesh. His body was a solid wall of muscle against mine, the heat of his skin seeping into me. His cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against my thigh, a constant, insistent reminder of his desire. He pulled back slightly, just enough to break the kiss, but his lips still brushed mine, his breath mingling with mine. His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, stared into mine, a raw, unbridled hunger reflected in their depths.
“You feel that, Sohan?” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “This is what you’ve awakened.” His hips bucked gently, pressing his throbbing cock harder against my leg, letting me feel its full, impressive length and girth. A moan escaped my lips, low and involuntary. My entire body was on fire. I could feel the insistent throb of his cock through my jeans, a delicious agony.
The sensation was overwhelming, exhilarating. He released my face, his hands sliding down my shoulders, across my chest, pausing briefly over my nipples, which instantly hardened under his touch. My breath hitched. He continued his descent, his fingers brushing over the waistband of my jeans, sending another jolt through me. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine, a silent challenge, a promise of what was to come. His fingers, surprisingly deft, unbuttoned my jeans, the metal button clicking softly in the charged silence. He yanked the zipper down, the sound a loud rasp in the quiet room. I stood there, frozen, mesmerized, as he peeled my jeans down my legs, his touch light but firm. They pooled around my ankles, then he kicked them away with his foot.
My boxers were next, his fingers hooking into the elastic band, pulling them down with a smooth, practiced motion. The cool air of the room hit my exposed skin, but the heat emanating from Ansh, and the fire within me, quickly chased away any chill. My own cock, already hard and straining against my boxers, sprang free, twitching, eager for his touch. His eyes dropped to my erection, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his face. He reached out, his fingers wrapping around my shaft, his thumb stroking the sensitive head.
“Oh, you’re ready for me, aren’t you, little brother?” he purred, his voice a low, seductive growl. His grip tightened, his thumb circling the rim of my head, sending a wave of exquisite pleasure through me. A gasp escaped my lips. My knees threatened to give out. “Ansh,” I whimpered, my voice barely audible, thick with desire. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Say my name, Sohan. Say it like you mean it.”
“Ansh,” I repeated, louder this time, my voice raw with longing. My body trembled under his touch. He released my cock, only to cup my ass, his strong fingers digging into the firm flesh. He pulled me closer, pressing my naked body flush against his. His hard cock, now fully erect, pressed against my belly, its heat seeping into my skin. I could feel the thick veins, the impressive girth, the pulse of his blood.
“Good boy,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “Now, let’s see just how much you like me.” He lifted me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. I gasped, my arms tightening around his neck, my face buried in the curve of his shoulder. His scent, a mix of sweat and his natural musk, filled my senses, intoxicating me. He carried me towards his bed, the mattress groaning softly under our combined weight as he gently laid me down. He hovered over me for a moment, his dark eyes burning into mine, a silent question, a silent promise.
Then he descended, his body pressing mine into the mattress. His cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against my inner thigh, teasing, tantalizing. He kissed me again, a deep, hungry kiss that left me breathless. His tongue plunged into my mouth, exploring, demanding, conquering. I met his urgency with my own, my tongue dancing with his, a desperate, passionate tango. My fingers tangled in his thick hair, pulling, urging him closer. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my jawline, across my neck, to the sensitive hollow of my throat. He sucked gently, leaving a faint red mark, a silent brand.
My head lolled back, a soft moan escaping my lips. “You’re so beautiful, Sohan,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. His hand moved down my chest, over my stomach, and finally, to my cock. He wrapped his fingers around it, his thumb stroking the sensitive head, sending waves of pure pleasure through me. My hips arched instinctively, seeking more. “Ansh,” I whimpered, my voice thick with lust. “Please.” He chuckled, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine.
“Please what, little brother?” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. “Tell me what you want.” “I want you,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “All of you.” He pulled back, his eyes dark with a triumphant gleam. He shifted his weight, his knee nudging my legs apart, opening me up. My heart pounded in anticipation. He reached down, his fingers brushing against my ass, exploring the sensitive flesh. A jolt, electric and intense, shot through me. “Relax, Sohan,” he murmured, his voice a low command.
“Let me take care of you.” He leaned down, his tongue flicking out, tracing a path down my chest, across my belly, his hot breath sending shivers through me. My muscles tensed, then relaxed under his ministrations. He reached my cock, his tongue flicking out, tasting the pre-cum at its tip. A gasp escaped my lips, my body arching.
He took me into his mouth then, slowly, deliberately. His lips were soft, his tongue warm and wet, swirling around the head of my cock, sucking gently. My breath hitched. The sensation was overwhelming, exquisite. I groaned, my fingers digging into the sheets. He sucked harder, his mouth working its way down the shaft, taking more and more of me inside. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, never leaving mine. I watched him, mesmerized, as he devoured me, his expertise evident in every stroke. My hips bucked, an involuntary response to the intense pleasure.
My body trembled, on the verge of splintering. I was close, so close. He pulled back, just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, leaving me gasping for breath, my cock slick and throbbing. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile. “Not yet, little brother,” he whispered, his voice husky. “We’re just getting started.” He shifted, his body moving between my legs, his hard cock pressing against my asshole. My breath hitched. A wave of apprehension, mixed with an even stronger wave of excitement, washed over me. “Ansh,” I whimpered, my voice laced with a tremor. “Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Just relax. I’ll be gentle.” He reached down, his fingers spreading my ass cheeks, his thumb circling my asshole. I gasped, my body tensing. He pushed gently, a single finger sliding inside. I cried out, a sharp, involuntary sound. “Easy, easy,” he whispered, his voice soothing, yet firm. “Just breathe, Sohan.” He worked his finger in and out, slowly at first, then with more confidence, exploring, stretching. The initial discomfort slowly gave way to a strange, intense pleasure. My muscles relaxed, allowing him deeper access. He added another finger, stretching me further, preparing me. I gripped his shoulders, my knuckles white, my teeth gritted. My breath came in ragged gasps. The feeling was intense, overwhelming, a mixture of pain and pleasure that bordered on unbearable.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. “Almost there.” He pulled his fingers out, leaving me aching and exposed. I felt a sudden coolness, then the warm, thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. My breath hitched. My eyes flew open, meeting his. They were dark, unreadable, filled with a primal hunger. “Ready, Sohan?” he whispered, his voice a low growl. I nodded, unable to speak, my body trembling with anticipation. He pushed, slowly, deliberately. I cried out, a sharp, involuntary sound, as the thick head of his cock breached my opening. It was a searing, stretching sensation, overwhelming and intense.
My body arched, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Breathe, Sohan, breathe,” he whispered, his voice a low command. He paused, letting me adjust, letting my body stretch around him. Then he pushed again, a slow, inexorable thrust, burying himself deeper inside me. I gasped, a guttural sound torn from my throat. The feeling was immense, overwhelming, a deep, aching fullness that stretched me to my limits. His balls slapped gently against my ass, a soft thud against my skin. He paused again, letting me acclimate, letting my body accept his invasion. I could feel the rhythmic pulse of his cock deep inside me, the warmth, the incredible fullness. My eyes, wide and unfocused, stared up at him. He began to move then, slowly at first, a shallow rocking motion, teasing, stretching, preparing me for more. The friction was incredible, a slow burn that intensified with each movement.
I groaned, my hips instinctively rising to meet his thrusts. “That’s it, Sohan,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Ride me.” He plunged deeper, each thrust more confident, more powerful than the last. The shlicking sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, a wet, rhythmic symphony. My ass squelched with every withdrawal, the air being pushed out, then pulled back in. I cried out, a continuous stream of whimpers and moans. My legs, still wrapped around his waist, tightened, pulling him even closer, urging him deeper. I could feel him stretching me, filling me completely. The sensation was raw, primal, overwhelming. My nails dug into his back, leaving faint red marks. He began to thrust harder, faster, his hips slamming into mine with increasing urgency. The bed groaned under our combined weight, protesting the violent rhythm of our coupling. My head thrashed from side to side, my eyes squeezed shut, lost in the maelstrom of sensation. “Ansh,” I gasped, his name torn from my lips, a plea, a prayer, a desperate cry.
“You like this, don’t you, little brother?” he growled, his voice rough with lust, his hips pounding into mine. “You love feeling me inside you.” I could only moan in response, my body trembling, on the verge of shattering. The pressure built, a sweet, agonizing ache, spreading through my entire being. My cock, still hard and sensitive, brushed against his belly with each thrust, adding another layer of exquisite torture.
He leaned down, his lips finding mine again, kissing me hard, deep, his tongue plunging into my mouth, mirroring the thrusts of his cock inside me. I kissed him back with equal fervor, my tongue dancing with his, tasting the salt of his sweat, the raw flavor of our combined desire. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, sucking fiercely at the sensitive skin, leaving a bruising mark. My body convulsed, a wave of pure pleasure washing over me. He pulled back, his eyes, dark and intense, locking onto mine. “Look at me, Sohan,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. “Look at me as I take you.” I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze. They were filled with a raw, untamed hunger, a possessive gleam that sent a shiver down my spine. The sight of his face, contorted with pleasure, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning into mine, was incredibly arousing. He thrust deeper, harder, his cock burying itself to the hilt.
I cried out, a long, drawn-out moan, my body arching violently. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me. My muscles tensed, my ass clenching around his thick shaft. “Oh, God, Ansh,” I gasped, my voice barely audible. He continued his relentless pace, his hips slamming into mine, the shlicking sound of our bodies filling the room. My balls slapped against his ass with each thrust, a rhythmic percussion. My cock twitched, eager to join the release. The pleasure intensified, building to an unbearable crescendo. My vision blurred, my ears roared. I could feel the imminent explosion building within me, a desperate, urgent need for release.
“I’m close, Ansh,” I whimpered, my voice thick with desperation. He chuckled, a low, guttural sound. “Good. Let go for me, Sohan. Let go.” He thrust a few more times, deep and powerful, his hips grinding against mine. Then, with a final, deep groan, he pulled back slightly, then plunged forward, burying himself one last time, deep inside me. A wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over me. My body convulsed, my muscles clenching, as I cried out, my orgasm ripping through me, intense and overwhelming.
My cock pulsed, spurting hot, sticky cum over my belly, a warm, thick release. Ansh groaned, a deep, guttural sound, his body tensing above mine. His hips bucked violently, his cock pulsing inside me, emptying his load deep within my ass. I felt the warm gush of his cum, thick and hot, filling me, a delicious invasion. He let out a final, shuddering breath, his body slumping against mine, his weight heavy and comforting. We lay there for a moment, our bodies intertwined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The air in the room was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and cum. My body trembled, still reeling from the intensity of the orgasm. He stirred, lifting his head, his dark eyes meeting mine.
A faint smile touched his lips, a look of satisfaction, of triumph. “See, little brother?” he whispered, his voice still hoarse with spent passion. “I told you you’d like it.” My cheeks flushed, a fresh wave of heat washing over me. I could only nod, too spent, too overwhelmed to speak. My body still throbbed, a delicious ache settling in my ass.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine, a soft, lingering kiss. This one was different, softer, more tender, a silent promise of what was to come. “You’re mine now, Sohan,” he murmured, his voice a low, possessive rumble.
“Always.” And as I lay there, his body still heavy on mine, his cum still warm inside me, I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my bones, that he was right. I was his. And I liked it. More than I could ever have imagined.
Well this is just a starting of a story which i hope will interest you all. This story is written by one of my subs who considers me as his brother too. Let me know how u feel.
