Me, The Landlord And His Ass Fetish

I have been reading ISS for quite some time and would like to share my life experiences with this community. I would like to share the sensuality of my experience initially to help the readers understand the course of events leading to the sexuality in my life.

I am Karthik, 32years old now. This happened about 10 years ago. Back then I was fresh out of college and got a job in Chennai in a reputed MNC. Initially, I stayed in a PG. But PG life did not suit me well as I have always been introvert. After a month in PG, I started looking for a single BHK house.

I was able to find a nice house on the top floor of a 2 story building. The landlord was a 52-year-old gentleman, who seemed to be a very funny and friendly guy. So I moved into the house the next month. The landlord was also staying on the same floor, right opposite to my door.

The landlord had several pharmacies and a physiotherapy center. As he had several employees taking care of his businesses, he was home almost all evenings. Whenever I returned home from work, he used to greet me for tea and snacks. Despite my earlier hesitation, I started engaging with him regularly.

Every evening, as soon as I reached home, I would freshen-up and go to his house. We would have tea, snacks. Best of all was the amazing conversations we would have ranging from politics, his business, my work, philosophy, history and much more.

Being an introvert, I found the 1-to-1 conversations with him very exciting and gradually we developed a great friendship. He had a very complicated character On the one side he was spontaneous and on the other end, he was meticulous in his methods. This aspect continued to intrigue me throughout our relationship.

Gradually we started spending weekends together. He showed me around Chennai, we would hang out at his house or mine, he even helped me to find good furniture for the house. The beach was our favorite place and we spent a lot of evenings there. Once I fell very ill and he helped me a lot to recover.

This went for about 2-3 months. One day he asked if I drink and I conceded to him that I have had booze a few times in college. I have always been a very light drinker and can hardly hold my booze. After 1-2 drinks, I tend to pass out. He laughed when I told him that.

He asked me if I would like to drink with him and I agreed. That night he prepared some food and offered me whiskey, in his house. As usual, after 2-3 drinks I passed out. When I woke up, I was sleeping in his guest bedroom. He told me about me passing out and him putting me in the guest bedroom.

This was the first of many weekends we drank together. Sometimes we would go to his farmhouse in ECR(close to Pondicherry) and spend the weekend drinking there. While coming back, we would buy some good Whiskey from Pondy. We would drink 2-3 times a month, on weekends.

Whenever we drank, I always had the feeling that he was staring at me, when my back was turned. But I always ignored it. One weekend, as our usual routine, we opened a bottle at my house. By now, I can have up to 3-4 rounds of Whiskey. As usual, after some drinks, I passed out on the couch.

The next morning I found myself naked below the waist and face down. Chennai’s weather is hot and humid, I always wore just a t-shirt, a boxer, and no innerwear. But never have I slept naked. The thought that my landlord was also in the house the previous night and I was naked on the couch in front of him, was embarrassing.

I thought I had gone rowdy and did something stupid while I was drunk. That day, I could not bear to see him, because of the embarrassment. A couple of days later, he came to my house. I hesitantly asked him about the night we had drinks. He said, after I passed out, he had the food and left for his house.

I felt relieved at the thought that I didn’t do anything stupid in front of him. I assumed I might have gone to loo sometime in the night and might have forgotten to wear my boxers. Next few weeks, we couldn’t spend the weekend with each other.

I had to travel to my hometown one weekend and he had to travel someplace another weekend. In a few weeks, we were back to our usual selves, hanging out, outings, sharing food and having drinks once in a while on weekends. After about a month, one weekend I passed out after the drinks.

In the morning, I woke up again to see myself naked below the waist and face down on the couch. This was very bizarre and started to nag my mind. Over the next few months, I found myself in the same position several times whenever I passed out. This was driving me crazy.

I was not sure why I kept doing this when I passed out. I couldn’t bear to tell him what was happening, yet I acted as if everything was normal. This continued for a few months, we had started to drink every weekend. I kept waking up naked waist down at a regular pace.

I even tried wearing innerwear, still, I would find myself naked waist down. By now I was able to handle liquor well now. One weekend I just got back from my hometown and was very tired and wanted to sleep. He came to the house and asked me to have drinks with him.

I told him I was tired, but he insisted. I agreed. We had 2 drinks and as I was very tired from traveling, I dozed off (not passed out). After some time, I got back to my senses, but too tired to open my eyes. I realized I was naked waist down again. But this time there was something different.

It took me a moment to realize that someone was caressing my ass cheeks, cupping them and running their finger through the cracks. I was startled and got up immediately. And there, sitting next to the place where my ass was moments ago, was my landlord. I felt embarrassed, angry and disgusted at him.

He tried to say something, but no words came out of his mouth. He got up and left my house immediately. I was mad at him for over a week. He tried to avoid the awkward encounters in the corridor, whenever possible. I was considering moving to a different house, but common sense prevailed.

I knew he was a good, honest man in all aspects, except this behavior. I realized my anger was caused by the confusion. I suffered for months about me waking up. I decided to talk to him, to hear his side, before I make a decision. That evening I knocked on his door. He opened the door.

I went in without waiting for him. We sat opposite each other, unable to face each other. After a few moments of awkward silence, we spoke. I ranted out my frustration and he kept apologizing. Once I vented out my anger, I realized I was shouting at a man, twice my age.

He was kind and caring towards me for the past 9-10months. I apologized for shouting at him and asked him if he wanted to talk about why he did what he did to me. He was very reluctant. I asked him to have a drink with me to lose some of the inhibitions both of us had.

After 2 drinks, he started telling me about his fetish for bubble butts ever since he was a young man. I was slightly taken aback by this direct answer, but I was expecting something worse. He said he never sexually saw me in the beginning. It all started when we started drinking together.

He somehow was very attracted to my ass whenever he was drunk. I was not sure how to respond to this. I know I was not the greatest looking guys. I come from a family of obese/overweight people. But I always kept that in mind and was physically active with workouts and cycling.

I was neither slim nor stocky. I had an average body with somewhat prominent looking ass. The cycling and workouts helped to put a decently toned shape to my ass though. Out of curiosity, I asked him what he used to do when I was passed out.

He gave me a weird look and poured himself another drink as if he needed it. The drink went in and he started narrating things. When I passed out, he would turn me over to lie face down. He would start from my knees groping up to my waist.

He would continue to grope, squeeze and feel every bit of my body from waist till knees. After savoring this for some time, he would remove my boxers and repeat everything. He would kiss and bite my ass cheeks, running his fingers through the crack and play with lower back to his satisfaction.

He even confessed that sometimes he would rub his cock along my crack. Finally, he would masturbate and release his cum on my ass. Once done he would clean himself and my ass, before leaving. Being in an inebriated state, he found it difficult to put the boxers back on me, out of the fear of waking me up.

For some reason, his narration excited me to a hard-on and it was a very hard one at that. We had another drink in silence. But my mind was racing through the thoughts of what he was doing. I told him in a somewhat stern voice, never to take advantage of me ever in the future and he agreed.

I don’t know whether it was the whiskey or the excitement from his narration or both. I hesitantly told him if he wants to repeat his actions he can do it only when I am awake. He looked up with a lot of curiosity and excitement in his eyes. He pointed to the seat next to him on the couch and I moved there.

The moment before I sat down, he placed his hand where I was about to sit. He grabbed my ass cheek the moment I sat. I was slightly startled but was getting excited. I told him, I am new to this and asked him to walk me through everything he wants me to do.

He asked me to stand up, facing away from him and I obliged. He ran his hand from my knees up towards my ass. He pressed the cheeks and rubbing his palm in circles over my ass cheek, alternating between my left and right cheeks. Out of nowhere he bit my ass cheek and started to squeeze the other cheek a bit rough.

He asked me to lower my boxers while bending over. I started to lower and bend over, but he stopped me. He asked me to bend over first, arch my back, push my ass towards the back, tuck my thighs together, bend my knees slightly and then slowly lower my boxers. I followed his instructions to the letter.

When the boxers were below my knee, he asked me to stop and hold that position. I was expecting a touch, but it didn’t happen. I slowly turned my head to see his face. I can see he was enjoying the sight in front of his face. My ass cheeks were almost wide open.

I can feel the cool air passing through the cracks. He started to caress my ass gently, pressing the cheeks gently, running his middle finger along the crack and even gently circled his hand around my hole. I was standing bent over for some time. I told him this position is becoming uncomfortable.

He asked me to kneel on the floor, bend over and lean on the tea table. I did that and felt a bit comfortable. Still facing away from him, I could feel him playing with my butt for quite some time. I felt only one of his hands on me and guessed he might be masturbating. I was very excited and wanted to see his cock.

I turned around to see the sight of my life. There it was, a very unusual looking cock. He had removed his lungi and innerwear and stroking his cock. To say about him, he was a slim built guy, but not skinny slim. Slim like a farm worker or something like that.

His arms were muscular and he had very wide palms. He could grab the whole of my ass cheeks and more. I had the habit of watching porn once in a while, but never have I seen an unusual cock. He had an unusually thin cock, say 2-2.5 inch circumference.

This would be a common thickness for a cock. but the length of his cock made it appear slimmer. The cock was very long. I know my cock was about 6.5″ long and 3-4″ thick, his cock was atleast 2″ inch longer than mine. The head of his cock was almost the shape of the wide-open mushroom head.

He was vigorously stroking it while groping my ass with his other hand. When he noticed that I was watching his cock, he asked if he can rub his cock against my ass crack. I agreed. He immediately got on his knees behind me and started rubbing his cock against my ass crack.

I had my thighs tucked together the whole time. He inserted his cock between my thighs and started to dry hump my thighs. His cock came in contact with my cock. There was some mild frotting action happening between our cocks as well.

All this excitement, combined with whiskey was slowly pushing me to an orgasm. I can sense his humping getting faster and faster by the minute. He was grunting and groaning very loud. Fortunately, we were on the top floor and it had only 2 houses.

I enjoyed hearing the sounds arising from him and started to enjoy every bit of the moment. After maybe 5-6mins he pulled out and with very loud grunting he came on my ass. I can feel his very warm and gooey essence on my ass. He sat on the floor right next to me, breathing heavy trying to catch his breath.

I was still erect and wanted more excitement. So I stayed in the knelt, bent over position for a few minutes. After catching his breath, he got up, took some tissues and wiped my ass clean. He started to thank me profusely and that’s when he noticed that I still had an erection.

He felt ashamed to leave in the middle like that and asked me to sit on the couch. I did. He knelt down between my legs and grabbed my cock. That was the very first time in my life, someone’s hand had actually touched my adult cock. He clenched my cock a bit tight and started to stroke it.

I yelp out, as it was hurting a bit. He relaxed his palms and started to stroke my cock gently. After a few minutes, I came in his hands. I apologized for cumming on his hand. He asked me to ignore it. He cleaned his hand and my cock with tissues.

We got up, went to the bathroom cleaned ourselves and came back to the couch. We sat there in silence for some time. He broke the silence and thanked me again profusely. He asked me to sleep with him in his bed, that night. I agreed. We had another drink and had some food. He took me to his bedroom.

It was an AC bedroom with a King size bed and a very comfy mattress. I was naked waist down and still had my t-shirt on. I asked him if we can sleep naked and if he is okay to cuddle. He smiled and nodded affirmatively. In no time, we were naked in his bed.

Cuddling, running our hands along each other’s body, feeling each other while we were at it. That’s when the most magical thing of the night happened. He kissed gently on my lips and I reciprocated in a newbie way. I can see he was a great kisser versus my lousy kissing.

We were lip-locked for some time and then I dozed off, still embraced in a cuddle. The next morning, I woke up sober and my inhibitions have kicked back in. When I realized I was fully naked sleeping in his bed, I felt the guilt, shame, and embarrassment coursing through me.

We have all been there in our first gay sexual encounter and that was what I was feeling. I immediately got dressed up and exited his bedroom. He was sitting on the couch and smiled at me. I don’t know how, but he realized how emotions were running at the moment. He greeted me and asked me to sit with him.

I was confused, yet took a seat on the further side of the couch from him. He said he wanted to talk to me over a cup of coffee. He asked me to wait and went inside the kitchen. I was still thinking about running to my house and hiding somewhere, yet sat there in silence.

He came in a few minutes with a cup of coffee for each of us. I took the coffee, sat there in silence. He explained what happened the last night, briefly. He explained it in a way that sounded more romantic rather than lustful. This intrigued me and helped me open myself to talk to him.

I told him about the shame, guilt, and embarrassment I was feeling. He came near me, put his arms around me and consoled me. He explained how everyone feels like this after their first encounter. It is normal to feel that way. He told me, he would never put me through this ever, if I don’t feel comfortable about it.

I started to feel better and said I am going home to take a bath and get some rest. He agreed and asked me if he can bring me lunch at my house, I agreed. As promised he brought lunch around 1 or 2 pm. I was still feeling weird and told him I am not hungry.

He left the lunch at my home and said he will come back in the evening to check on me. I didn’t say anything and he left. He came in the evening and found that I haven’t touched the food. He asked me if we could talk and I nodded. We sat on the couch.

After a few moments, he started opening up to me. Ever since I moved in, I knew he was single as his wife had passed away a few years ago. His daughter was married and living in another part of the city. I always wondered why his daughter never came to see him.

He started explaining what had happened in his life. I do not want to reveal that part of his life out of respect for the man. But I can say he had suffered quite a bit. He had been lonely and sad for a few years. He said he was thankful that I came into his life, it was not just his sexual fetish.

He said he was thankful for my friendship. His fetish resurged sometime after we became friends. We talked openly for quite some time. Then we went out for dinner, went to the beach at night. I have always found the beach at night as peaceful and it had helped me think clearly.

I started to think clearly about our relationship. When we came back, I told him, I needed some time to think this through and he agreed. I took a week to think it through and realized I enjoyed his company. I am okay with the physical aspects of our relationship as well.

The next weekend, I went to his home, we spoke openly for a long time. I expressed my willingness to continue his friendship, as well as the physical pleasures we were involved in. We discussed our sexual relationship. How we are going to continue with that and everything.

As this was my first time, we agreed to take things as slowly as possible, to help me understand what my likes, expectations, and dislikes were. At the end of our conversation, he came near me and asked me if he could kiss me. Without a moment of hesitation, I kissed him. Thus began our sexual relationship.

This is not the end of my story. There is much more for me to share with this community. Now that I covered the sensual part of my relationship, I will write about the erotic part of my relationship in the next part.

Thank you and sorry for the long read.