Home and Garden

From an early age I have always been overweight and chubby. I was a good-looking kid but as time went on I tended to put on the pounds. The food in South India was rich and tasty and being a son of a wealthy businessman I had little in the way of daily exertions. I was chauffeur driven to school and back. I rarely walked. Initially I played some cricket and rugby but from about the age of 12 I gave this up for more sedentary hobbies such as reading and computer games. I was however very good at my studies and really enjoyed what I learnt from school. I particularly enjoyed the sciences and received consistently good grades in a highly competitive class. I was in fact a 'nerd'.

As you can imagine by the age of 17 I had really become quite a large teenager. I was roughly 5ft10 tall and weighed over 250lb. I started to develop large man breasts and a flabby gut. My butt also became more prominent and noticeable. As the years went by my clothes became tighter. I suffered some verbal abuse from some of the other sporty boys but due to my size they avoided any physical confrontation.

As a student of a single sex school, contact with girls was very limited. I knew I was not particularly attractive to girls and I did not seem to have the same excitement that some of the other boys had whenever we came into contact with them during joint school events.

I lived with my parents in a large house in an affluent suburb of the city in South India. I was an only child and as a result was spoiled by my parents. Our house was a bungalow with six bed rooms with en-suites, two large reception rooms, a dining room and a servant's wing. We had an old portly woman who did our cooking, a younger maid who did our cleaning and washing, a middle aged man who tended to the manicured lawns and a driver who ferried my mother to her various social engagements and charity work. The driver also did the school run. My father had a company driver who picked him up in the morning and dropped him back in the evenings. Due to my father's busy work and mother's social engagements and other activities I spent a lot of time after school on my own.

I had a very small group of friends. Our common bond was our love of sci-fi movies and books. We also enjoyed playing on our computers and consoles against each other. We had some good times but after school finished we all went our separate ways.

It appears that I had a blessed upbringing and to all intents and purposes life was pretty good. However I was typically horny teenager. I used to masturbate three to four times a day. The internet was a great help and I commonly masturbated to straight and lesbian porn (as it appeared to be appropriate) having been introduced to it by my friends. Having ensured that my parents were out, I used to lock my door, get onto my favourite sites pull my shorts down and really go hard at it. I had a fair sized 4inch cut penis when erect. When flaccid it really retracted and was barely visible through my bushy pubic hair. I usually had ample tissues around me to collect my seed which I used to dispose of in my en-suite toilet. It was always nice to feel that glow after masturbating and I sometimes used to enjoy a nap afterwards.

As time went by I slowly became bored with the same type of sites. I accidentally came across an amateur 'tube' site which had mixed content and became intrigued with the gay content. I really enjoyed watching men sucking, fucking and most surprisingly rimming each other. Rimming was a revelation as I would never imagine that ever taking place between two men. It really did titillate me and I enjoyed watching it. I started to imagine someone rimming me and then returning the favour.

From that point onwards I was masturbating five or more times a day. When surfing the internet I started to really expand my horizons to see what would excite me as gay sex between 'adonis-like' men (which appears to be the majority of gay porn) started to bore me. One day I stumbled upon gay sites for fat men and older men. I was hooked! Here were sites where people like me were accepted and lusted after! I myself also found these types of men who were fat, balding and older quite attractive.

I decided to create profiles with my stats and interest in some of these sites and was surprised by the number of hits and replies I got. Many of the responders wanted to see me on cam or see my pictures. I was somewhat shy and kept declining and things with these sites eventually went cold which was disappointing.

One day when I was at home after school, I was very horny and really wanted to play with myself. I decided to remove all my clothes and stand in front of my full length wardrobe mirror and look at myself. I was really turned on.

I had short hair, a hairy chest, big pendulous breasts at least a C-cup, flabby belly with love handles and a slight overhang. I also had wide hips with thick thighs and hairy legs.

My calves were huge and my ankles and feet were thick. I had a hairy bush with the tip of my penis barely protruding. Turning around, I found I had a huge moon shaped ass which was smooth. But hairy when I parted my cheeks, which also revealed a wet thick rose bud of an anus. I started playing with myself. I pulled on my penis and it slowly rose to attention and I bent over and started stroking my anus which really turned me on.

I inserted a finger into my hole which drove me wild. I came pretty soon after that and had to clean myself up. At that point I heard soft footsteps walking away from my door which turned out to be slightly ajar. I felt really uncomfortable and quickly threw on a T-shirt and a pair of shirts and went out to investigate, but found no one there. I knew my parents were not at home.

Over the next couple of months, I had a daily routine after school which entailed me getting naked and playing with myself in front of the mirror. I used to spend a lot of my time naked in my room and really enjoyed the feeling. One day, whilst I was naked on the bed, the maid walked into my room with a pile of clean clothes and froze. She was a woman in her mid-40s. She wore a plain sari and was barefoot which is not unusual for servants in this part of the world. She was a rather plump lady with a kind face.

I was spread-eagled on the bed and playing with my penis and breasts. She could not avert her gaze initially and I felt embarrassed but could not move either. Eventually she carried on to my wardrobe, placed the clothes in the right shelf and made her way out of the room. On her way out, she glanced briefly in my direction and then shut the door behind her.

We never discussed the incident and she never told my parents. For the next couple of weeks I was very careful about what I did but then became horny and reverted to my naked self again after returning from school. The maid walked in on me again while I was naked. But this time she was more relaxed and had a smile on her face. In fact after a couple more times she got used to seeing me naked. I found it fun and due to her tolerance, became more brazen around the room and house. In reality she was the only one out of the other servants who spent any time in the house. I only seem to put clothes on when my parents came home for dinner. The maid who was called Gopika, started to spend a lot of time with while I was nude. I used to even leave my bathroom door open when showering or doing other activities and she used to walk freely throughout the bedroom and bathroom. I did not think it was a sexual thing, it was more comfortable and became natural. Over time we became close and she entrusted and sought advice regarding a lot of her family problems (namely a drunk, abusive husband).

The gardener however was more of a handful. He must have obviously noticed that I liked to be naked in the house when my parents were out. Later it transpired that he had been spying on me through the windows in the house. The gardener, who was called Sree, was a 40 year old wiry man who had spent plenty of time outdoors. He was very dark and had crow's feet on an already weathered face reflecting the time he spent out in the sun. He was around 5ft 6in and was around a 120lbs. He always smelt of sweat and betel, which he constantly chewed. From what I gathered he was not married and was a bit of a loner. He did a great job with the garden, as it was the envy of the neighborhood. The lawn was beautifully manicured and we had a wide variety of tropical flowers including orchids which flourished.

One day when I was lounging around the house which just a tight T-shirt on, he caught sight of me walking between the living room and the bathroom. He was in the house to water the indoor plants. Usually these plants were watered when I was at school in the morning. He managed to obstruct my path to the bathroom and had mischievous grin on his face. I was obviously surprised and rather embarrassed.

He laughed and commented 'Little master likes to be naked in the house... ah?! And little master has become so fat...ah?! Little master has breasts and hips like a fat woman'

I lost my composure at this point and could not say a word. He still had a grin on his face and seemed to be slightly salivating. I was frozen to the spot. He slowly walked up to me and put his right hand on my left breast and squeezed through the T-shirt. It hurt slightly but I found it strangely exhilarating.

'Very nice, little master', he commented. He promptly put his other hand on my right breast and squeezed both breasts together till I winced. He laughed and removed his hands from my chest. He then started stroking my hips and belly.

'So fat, little master, you have become so fat' he chirped. He continued stroking me and then suddenly he groped my pubic region which was slowly becoming hard and give my penis a tug.

He laughed and then commented 'but little master's penis is so small'.

For some reason I had completely lost all power of speech. Equally I was becoming very aroused as evidenced by my growing erection. He suddenly grabbed my arm and spun me around.

'Wow' he exhaled 'but little master has got a big arse, just like a fat woman'.

At this point I could feel both his rough hands squeezing and kneading my buttocks. I was getting very turned on. I was not really sure what came over me but I decided to bend over exposing myself fully to the gardener. He took a sharp intake of breath and just said 'Beautiful, just beautiful' and started stroking my crack and anus.

Suddenly the reverie was broken by the door bell ringing. I ran into my bedroom and locked the door not waiting to see what the gardener did or who was at the front door.

Later that night I masturbated several times; recollecting the events that took place earlier. Over the ensuing weeks I got several filthy lustful looks from the gardener whenever going to or coming from school. I was hoping to have another opportunity to bump into him.

It was not long before that opportunity took place. My parents decided to visit my uncle in the countryside in order to meet with his future in-laws. I feigned a stomach bug to remain at home. I was to be fed and looked after by the cook as our cleaning maid was also visiting her sister.

After my parents departed with the driver, I found I became bored very quickly. As it was the weekend the cook went to sleep after preparing lunch for me. After a heavy lunch I decided to wear one of my very tight vest top and lounge in the living room. I was naked from my belly down and was very horny.

After playing with myself I eventually fell asleep, only to be woken up by a sudden banging from the garden. In a groggy state I decided to investigate. I entered the back garden and walked towards where the sound was coming, which happened to be behind our compost heap. Our vast back garden is surrounded by tall trees with lots of foliage and never overlooked by neighbors or nosey people mainly due to the tall reinforced walls.

I had momentarily forgotten that I was wearing my vest top only and my flip-flops but was otherwise naked. I turned around the corner of the walled compost heap and it was Sree was in the midst of knocking a metal post into the ground. He had is back to me and did not realise I was there until I stepped on a tree branch snapping it and thus alerting him to my presence. He spun around and was shocked to see me initially. He was wearing a dirty, stained sarong. His chest was bare and he looked disheveled. He was sweaty all over and was chewing betal leaf. I suddenly realised that I was naked below my waist and felt self-conscious. He hawked and spat betal-juice close to my feet and smiled mischievously.

'So little master is naked again, so fat, like a pig' he piped.

He walked upto me and started fondling my breast again with his dirty hands.

'Master should take this off' he ordered pulling at my vest. He pulled with sufficient force that it ripped, which caused my pendulous breasts to fall out.

'Ah that's better!' he growled.

I started to become aroused.

I squeezed my naked breasts again one at time, licking his red stained lips.

'Mmmm, so soft' he commented.

He then spun me around and slapped my arse. I was becoming aroused and my penis was becoming erect.

'I like little master's fat arse' he said in heavy breath.

He pushed me towards the shed that held all the garden equipment and pinned me against the wall. He fondled my ball-sack and tugged on my cock and laughed.

'Little master is a dirty bitch and is enjoying this!' he exclaimed.

He made me squat in front of him. He dropped his sarong, which pooled around his ankles thus revealing a 4 inch cock. It was uncut and glistening from sweat. He thrust himself in front of my face. He smelt of sweat and old urine. It was a sharp smell that indicated he had not washed in a while. I tried to move my head away, only to be slapped across the face. I was stunned.

'Little master must taste!' he ordered.

'But it smells' I whined.

'So.... Taste', he laughed but absolutely serious.

I put my hand on his cock and started to masturbate him. I pulled his foreskin back and was disgusted at the smegma around his glans.

I tried to get up, but was slapped again. The cock was then thrust in my mouth and he pinched my nose at the same time. I started licking and sucking the cock. It was salty and yeasty and smelt terrible. He started moaning with pleasure and pushed his cock further in with each thrust causing me to gag.

I took stock of my situation. I was naked in my back gardening sucking the gardener's cock in the open. I was being humiliated. Surprisingly I was hugely aroused at my predicament. I started getting into the swing of things and started actively participating in the blow-job, which did not go unnoticed by the gardener.

When I started to feel his cock quiver inside my mouth, he suddenly pulled out. He pulled me up from my squatting position and roughly man-handled me into the dimly lit shed. I was told to lie down on the dusty floor. He then threw off his sarong and stood over me naked. He stood over my chest, legs apart, with his erect cock and sat down on so that his balls were on my lips.

I dutifully started sucking on his balls, one at time. He started to spread his legs wider and leant back. He presented his arsehole to me. It was tight and smelt unwashed. He indicated that he wanted me to lick it. I initially resisted, but he forced himself on me by sitting on my face. So with reluctance I started to lick and probe his arse hole, which drove him wild.

'Mmmm. Master likes my arsehole eh?' he commented lustfully. 'It tastes good doesn't it?'

I continued to lick his arsehole, it started to protrude and my tongue started to probe deeper. I felt used but at the same time felt exhilarated.

After a couple of minutes of deep rimming, the gardener got up.

'Now little master I want to play with your big butt' he said greedily.

He got me up and slapped my big arse hard. He reached up to a shelf close to him and got a bottle of coconut oil. He bent me over some wooden boxes and poured the oil over my arse and thighs and started rubbing the oil in vigorously. He spun me around and then started rubbing into my belly and tits. He was like a man possessed.

'Just like a fat woman ...ah? Beautiful' he murmured. He then kissed me on my lips and stuck his tongue inside. It tasted bitter from the betal he had been chewing.

After a couple of minutes French kissing. He broke for a breath and I had a bitter after taste in my mouth. He then turned me around and bent me over and started rubbing oil into my crack. He then started probing me with one finger. I started to moan. He started inserting more fingers and managed to get four in up to his knuckles.

'ha master is loose... what have you been putting in' he laughed.

He then pulled his fingers out and then thrust hi cock into my arse. He started slowly and then really started ramming it in and out of my arse. After five minutes his cock started to quiver and I felt his warm cum spurt inside me. He rested himself on my body and cum continued to flow inside me for about a minute. He then pulled out and made me squat again in front of his cock and shoved it in my mouth. At the same time I started to feel his semen come away from my arse and flow down my thighs.

'Master needs to clean me' he laughed.

I sucked on his cum covered cock until he was clean. Once it was clean he pulled out his cock out of my month. It instantly became flaccid.

'I need to urinate' he stated and started to pee on my face and body. I was shocked but frozen to the spot.

He continued to laugh. After he finished peeing, he put his sarong back on. The he pulled me up, patted my arse and took me outside the shed. He hosed me down with the garden hose.

'Master makes a good whore.....we must do that again. If master tells anything to anyone about this I will tell everyone that he is gay and Gopika (the maid) will back me' he threatened.

He then threw my torn vest at me and went back to his garden chores as if nothing happened. I was in a daze and felt light headed. I gingerly made my way back to the back door of the house. I was naked, had a sore ass, smelt of piss and had cum dripping down my leg. I got into my room unnoticed and shut the door behind me. I had a shower and recalled all the events of the last hour. I realised I was absolutely humiliated but was so turned on by the experience. I dried myself, lay in bed and fell asleep as I was exhausted.

I did not see the gardener for a while as I was busy with my exams. Finally school holidays arrived and was to last a month. My parents were going to be busy with their respective jobs. As a result I was going to be alone at home for most of the time. Many of my friends were going abroad on holidays and I knew I was going to be bored unless I found some other activities to keep me occupied. I decided to be naked at home as soon as my parents were out of the door.

Initially nothing much happened. Gopika was still in and out of my room while I was naked. Occasionally she giggled at me and slapped my arse. One day she came into the bedroom and said told me the gardener needed some help with moving some boxes, which had been delivered.

She said that he asked the gardener from across the road but he was busy. I volunteered to help. I got and went to the wardrobe to put a T-shirt and a pair of shorts on. She laughed and asked me why. She said I should not need to get dressed as she knew the gardener had seen me naked and the cook was also visiting family and so noone would not see me.

So I went to the back door of the house and walked down the path towards the shed, which was around 200 yards completely naked apart from my sandals. It was nice being outside nude surrounded by the tall coconut and jack trees. I got to the shed and heard the gardener swearing somewhere behind it.

I walked around the corner and saw Sree trying to lift a big crate full of flower pots to so he could move it into the shed. He saw me and instantly stopped. He walked up to me with a big grin. I smiled and felt my cock rising.

'Ah nice to see little master again....no clothes ah? I like that.' he said.

He squeezed my breasts and gave a tug on my dick. 'Can master help me move these pots?'

So we started to move the pots and other boxes. In the humid weather it was hard work and we got very sweaty. Sree took his top off and was just left in his sarong. After about half an hour we stopped to take a break. He went to the shed rummaged around and bought out some cold water. I was sitting on a very short stool trying to cool down. I spread my thighs open to let the breeze cool my sweaty groin area. He sat down in front of me and seemed to drink in the view.

'Oh....masters' fat thighs and arse.... So like a woman....ah?' he whispered. He moved closer and started fondling my cock and balls.

Suddenly I heard footsteps behind the shed. Before I could get up and hide, another man walked around the corner. He was around the same height as Sree, grey haired, and a lot older. He was fat with a big gut and wore a sarong, vest and slippers. He was shocked to see what was going on. He recognised who I was and I realised that he was the next door neighbours' gardener, Gopal.

He suddenly laughed and said 'So... this is what you get up to Sree, playing with the master's son eh...'

Sree laughed and said 'Yes as I told you... he is just like a fat woman... And he is so dirty'

I was obviously embarrassed and wanted to leave but Sree held onto my arm and indicated in no uncertain terms that I should stay.

'Yes you are right.....very nice...! Little master should dance for us ...no?' exclaimed Gopal.

'Yes why not.' agreed Sree.

I was roughly corralled into the shed and Sree turned a very dim light on. Gopal was lustily looking all over my fat body whilst Sree found a radio station with suitable Tamil dance music. Gopal sat down on a broken chair in front of me and Sree found a box next to him. He had also managed to find a bottle of arack which was three-quarters full. They both started swigging from it whilst staring at me.

'So dance!' shouted Gopal.

I was embarrassed and not keen on dancing. Gopal got up, walked upto me and slapped my arse hard.

'Dance!' he bellowed angrily.

It hurt me so much that I decided to start dancing. I gyrated my hips and arse and move my hands in an uncoordinated way.

They both laughed at me.

'He is not much of a dancer, but he does look like a fat whore', laughed Gopal.

'See I told you' exclaimed Sree.

After twenty minutes I started to wane and the two gardeners were becoming drunk. Sree gave me some of the arack, which I initially gulped and then nearly spat out. It made me feel fuzzy, warm and horny.

'Come and sit on my lap.' Gopal ordered.

So I walked up to him and sat on his lap. He started rubbing my thighs and fondling my cock and balls. This was driving me wild. He cupped my breasts and started sucking my left one. At the same time Sree walked upto me and dropped his sarong to reveal his erect cock. He shoved it in face and intimated that he wanted it sucked, which I readily obliged.

Again it had not been washed and tasted of old cum and urine. Gopal was really biting my breast at the same time causing me to moan. He then made me stand up and we all moved to the floor.

'He is very good with his tongue' Sree commented to Gopal.

Gopal decided to take his clothes off. His chest was full of grey hairs and he also had man boobs. His gut was huge and hung over his pubic area. He certainly would not have been able to see his cock. His cock was on the small side, about 2 inches long. His thighs were the size of tree trunks and his feet were dirty from never wearing shoes. He suddenly farted and then laughed. Sree made me lie on my back. Gopal walked up to to my head and then stood over me. He then promptly sat on my face and started rubbing his crack in my face. It was a very sweaty crack that probably had not been washed for some time.

'Lick!' he bellowed.

So I started to lick his anus. which was already protruding. At the same time Sree got in between my legs and spread them he then got Gopal to hold my ankles up. Revealing my arse-hole. Sree spat at it and then slowly started to insert his cock inside me.

He started slowly at first but then he built up speed. I was getting very turned on. Unfortunately with the alcohol on board Gopal had not got a lot of control over his bodily functions and farted whilst sitting on my face. It was an awful stench. But all he did was laugh and carried on rubbing his crack on my mouth. I was just glad that he did not follow through! Gopal started to moan and his hole started to open up. I inserted my tongue inside his hole, which drove him wild. He could not hold on any longer and came all over my chest.

Soon afterwards Sree's cock started to quiver inside me and then with a grunt he started to cum inside me. They both collapsed either side of me and then Sree made me lick his cum covered cock. While I was on all fours doing this, Gopal started fingering my gaping cum dripping hole. He slowly started stretching it wider and wider and eventually managed to get his whole hand in upto his knuckles.

'What a big hole this slut has !' commented Gopal.

'I told you.' Acknowledged Sree.

I was moaning loudly and both of them started to laugh. Sree then got to his feet, walked around and knealt behind my ass. I though he was going to re-insert his cock into my ass. Instead I started to have a warm sensation inside me. I turned around and Sree was peeing inside my gaping hole.

It felt amazing. Gopal was dumbfounded at the depravity that was taking place in front of him. Eventually after a minute when my rectum was full to the brim, Sree stopped and slapped my ass which caused my hole to clench. Sree got me standing and started to kiss me. He explored my mouth with his tongue whilst fondling my breasts. I had a sudden urge to open my bowels. I pulled away from his mouth and said I needed to go to the toilet.

Sree said 'No no, master can go here in front of us'

They took me to the back of the shed and made me reach down to my toes. I could not hold it any longer. Suddenly piss mixed with cum exploded out of my ass and hit the shed wall and dripped down it in little rivulets. Gopal was still in a stunned state. Sree just stood there with a big grin on his face.

'Why don't you come down tomorrow....if you like' Sree said with a laugh.

Covered in piss and cum, I excused myself and made my way up the garden path to the back door. Gopika opened it with a smile and let me in. I got to my room and had a long shower and then slept soundly through dinner until the next day.

The next morning, I awoke with a sense of guilt. But I was also very horny recollecting the events.

That day my father came into my bedroom and suggested that I go visit his older brother who owned a coconut estate by the sea. It had been I while since I visited my uncle who was divorced. He was a nice guy and made me laugh. I had also missed the sea, so I agreed to go the next day and stay for a week.

That day after my father left for work I packed a suitcase. I mainly put some shorts, t-shirts vests and a couple of smart shirts just in case we had to go to any formal dinners. I also took my laptop and camera. It was going to be a while again till I could lounge around naked but nevertheless I was looking forward to a change of scenery.

That afternoon I made my way down the garden path wearing shorts and a vest to tell Sree that I would be going away for a week. He was rather disappointed but said he would look forward to my return.

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