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Vijay unemployed and heartbroken sitting on his couch wondering how he would pay the rent that has been due for 5 months.
Ramesh his landlord, a recent widower in his 50s Knocked on his do...
Vijay lay snugly on Ramesh's chest, basking in the warmth and comfort of their afterglow. The gentle rise and fall of Ramesh's pot belly beneath his cheek was hypnotic, a soothing rhythm that lulled him into a state of deep relaxation.
As he listened to the steady beat of Ramesh's heart, Vijay felt his own heartbeat slow, syncing with the older man's.
"Yesterday was incredible," Vijay thought to himself, a smile spreading across his face. "I never expected it to be like that."
He recalled the passion with which Ramesh had held him, the way their bodies had moved in perfect harmony.
Vijay's gaze drifted down to his own hands, where his bangles lay broken, a testament to the intensity of their lovemaking.
His blouse was torn, and his lipstick and makeup were smudged, but he didn't care. For the first time in a long time, he felt truly alive.
As he snuggled deeper into Ramesh's chest, Vijay's thoughts turned to the future. "What will tomorrow bring?" he wondered.
But for now, he was content in this moment, surrounded by the scent of Ramesh's skin and the gentle cadence of his breathing.
His eyes drifted down to the morning wood that jetted out from the older man's groin, and without thought, his mouth watered.
He reached down, taking the warm, firm shaft in his hand, feeling the pulse of life beneath his fingertips.
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Slowly, Vijay lowered his head, his ey gob of saliva onto the cock, watching as it glistened in the early morning light.
The smell of sex still lingered in the air, musky and intoxicating. He leaned in, his mouth enveloping the head, his tongue swirling around the tip. The taste was familiar now, a flavor he craved.
As he took more of Ramesh into his mouth, he felt a twinge of pain in his ass. The memory of their first night together, of the way Ramesh had claimed him, filled his mind. It had been agonizing, a burning fire that had consumed him from the inside out. But now, as he felt the beginnings of arousal, he knew he wanted more. He craved the feeling of fullness, the sensation of being owned.
Just as he was finding his rhythm, Ramesh's eyes snapped open. For a moment, there was confusion in the older man's gaze. Then, as he took in the sight of Vijay, his mouth wrapped around his cock, the confusion turned to shock, then anger.
"What the hell are you doing on my bed?" he bellowed, pushing Vijay away with surprising strength.
Vijay's heart sank as he sat back, the sari pooled around his legs. He had thought they had shared something profound, something that could change their lives. But now, he saw the reality of the situation—he was just a rent boy, a toy to be used and discarded.
"I'm sorry," he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought—"
But Ramesh was already out of bed, pulling on a pair of pajamas with jerky, angry movements. "Go back to your room, Vijay," he said, his voice like gravel. "We'll never speak of this again."
Vijay felt a coldness spread through him, colder than the floor beneath his bare feet.
He had given Ramesh what he needed, had been the woman he missed so desperately. And now, he was being tossed aside like yesterday's newspaper.
He stood slowly, the sari clinging to his sweaty body. The room spun around him as he stumbled towards the bathroom, the towel clutched in his trembling hand.
He paused outside the open door, the sound of the shower's spray a siren's call to his bruised ego.
The sight of Ramesh's broad back, his skin slick with soap and water, was almost too much to bear. The man's hand was a blur as it pumped his erect cock, his moans echoing off the tiles. "Lakshmi," he gasped, the name a prayer on his lips.
Vijay's chest tightened, the pain of rejection momentarily forgotten as he watched the raw passion play out before him.
His own hand crept up to his chest, his fingers brushing over his nipples—now sensitive and erect. He pinched one gently, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure down to his core.
He watched in the mirror as Ramesh's hand worked faster and faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Vijay felt himself getting hard again, his cock straining against the fabric of the sari.
As the man came, his eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a roar of pleasure.
The hot spurt of cum hit the wall with a wet slap, a stark contrast to the otherwise pristine white tiles. Ramesh's hand fell to his side, his chest heaving.
Vijay took a step forward, the sari whispering around his legs. He knew he had to win this man's love, had to make him see him as more than just a replacement for his dead wife.
He reached out and handed Ramesh the forgotten towel, their fingers brushing for a brief, electric moment.
"Thank you, Lakshmi," Ramesh murmured, his eyes not meeting Vijay's. Vijay felt his resolve harden.
He would do whatever it took to become more than just a convenient stand-in. He would make Ramesh love him, truly love him.
