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India ke Hyderabad mein gay mard Farhan ne Kunal se raat ka jawab maanga

9 min readHindi Sex Stories

Kapde fold karte hue meri ungli towel ke ghunde mein atak gayi, aur usi pal Farhan balcony se andar aa gaya. Uske dono haathon mein cutting chai ke glass the. Unhe table par rakhte hi usne meri roz ki folding ki aadat ko beech se kaat diya.

Hyderabad, India ke is chhote apartment society mein hum do adult mard shaam ko aise hi milte the, jaise koi seedha dost cricket ke baad ghar aa jaye. Padosi humein sirf badminton ke saathi maante the. Main samajhta tha yeh naqab kaafi hai, lekin aaj Farhan ke kadam tez the.

“Glass rakh, Kunal.” Uski awaaz mein woh roz wala halka mazaak nahi tha. “Aaj tu ek kaam kar. Seedha jawab de. Hum gay lovers ki tarah aaj raat ek doosre ke saath rahenge, ya main scooter nikal ke jaata hoon aur phir yeh darwaza nahi khatkhataunga.”

Towel almari par hi reh gaya. Farhan ke neeli polo par paseena sookh raha tha. Hum dono adult mard the, koi school ke ladke nahi. Phir bhi meri zabaan pehle atak gayi.

“Society ke neeche watchman baitha hai,” maine kaha. “Bharat mein aise flats ke andar bhi kaan hote hain. Agar koi dekh le ki do mard raat ko yahan band hain, to kal poori building ko pata chal jayega.”

Farhan ne apna glass aage nahi badhaya. “Main dawai ki shop band karke aaya hoon. Mujhe teri dosti ka natak nahi chahiye. Tu chahta hai to bol. Nahi chahta to main nikalta hoon. Beech ka rasta mat nikal.”

Chai ke glass se bhaap nikal rahi thi. Main uski aankhen dekhta raha. Unme gussa tha, lekin zabardasti nahi thi. Woh ruk sakta tha. Main bhi rok sakta tha.

“Haan.” Maine glass table ke kinare sarka diya. “Aaj kar. Tere saath. Main khud yeh maangta hoon.”

Jawab ne chai ko rok diya

Dono glass wahi thande padne lage. Farhan ek kadam aage aaya aur mere grey t-shirt ke kone ko ungli se khincha. Hum do mard itne kareeb khade the ki uski saans meri gardan par pad rahi thi.

Uske honth pehle meri jabde par lage, phir muh par. Chumte hue usne meri kamar pakad li. Main uske kandhon par apna ek haath rakh kar jawab diya, koi natak nahi, koi mazaak nahi.

Table ki kinare meri kamar tak atak gayi. Farhan ki jeans meri shorts se ragad khane lagi. Mera lund pehle hi tight ho chuka tha, aur uske kapdon ke peeche bhi wohi garmi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi.

“Kamra,” usne sirf itna kaha. Main uska haath chhod kar aage badha, woh mere peeche aaya. Bedroom ka fan pehle se chal raha tha. Parda thoda khula tha, maine use kheench kar band kiya, phir palat kar usi neeli polo ko upar utha diya.

Farhan ke seene par baal geele the. Maine unhe honth se chhua, aur usne meri shirt sir ke upar se nikaal di. Shorts ki cord meri ungliyon mein ulajh gayi, usne khud kholi. Kapde farsh par girte rahe, koi lined up naatak nahi, bas jaldi aur saaf iraada.

Jeans ki chain ne awaaz ki. Uske underwear mein lund tana hua tha. Main ghutnon ke bal utar kar uske saamne aa gaya aur kachhe ko neeche khincha. Mera muh uske lund ke sar par gaya, namak aur sabun ki milti hui smell ke saath.

Farhan ki ungliyan mere baalon mein ghus gayin, lekin dabao kam tha. Woh khud aage nahi thela. Main jitna le saka, liya. Thuk se geela karke sira chusa, phir zaban se neeche ki nass tak gaya. Uski lambi saans upar tuti.

“Itna tez nahi,” usne kaha, awaaz bhari hui. Main ruk kar upar dekha. Uski aankhen band thi, honth khule. Phir usne mujhe bazu se uthaya aur bistar par dhakel diya, halke se, jaise pehla kaam ab badal chuka ho.

Main bed par let gaya. Farhan mere upar jhuka, mere lund ko apne haath mein liya aur muh mein le liya. Garmi seedhi pet tak utri. Meri thighs uske kandhon ke dono taraf khul gayin. Uske baal meri pet par gir rahe the.

Woh der tak chusta raha, kabhi tez, kabhi ruk kar sira chat-ta. Main uske kaan ke paas sirf uska naam le pata tha. Jab meri kamar apni marzi se uthne lagi, usne muh hataya aur wallet table se uthaya, jo chai ke saath hi rakh diya gaya tha.

Packet ki awaaz chhoti thi. Farhan ne condom nikaal kar apne lund par chadha liya, roll karke neeche tak. Rubber ki patli line uske haath ke neeche chamki. Uske baad usne meri thighs ko khol kar beech mein jagah banayi.

“Seedha bol, rukna ho to abhi.” Itna ek baar kaha, aur main sir hila kar uski kamar ki taraf khincha. Consent wahi khatam hua. Phir sirf do mard the, ek bistar, ek raat jo ab chhupane layak nahi rahi.

Kamre mein dono ruke nahi

Usne thuk aur haath se meri gaand ko geela kiya, ek ungli andar tak, phir do. Dard halka tha, jaan-pehchaan wala nahi, naya. Main tilli masos kar saans lamba kheenchta raha. Fan ki hawa kamar par padi, lekin andar ki garmi alag thi.

Jab ungliyan nikalin, uska lund meri gaand ke chhed par ruka. Pehle dhakke mein sirf sira ghusa. Maine chadar ko mutthi mein liya. Farhan ruk kar meri gardan par honth rakhta raha, jab tak meri body ne khud thodi jagah di.

Doosri dhakke mein woh aur andar aaya. Meri awaaz dab kar nikal gayi. Uski kamar meri gaand se takrai, jeans ab farsh par thi, hum dono nange the. Condom ke saath uska lund geela sarakta hua poora baith gaya.

Thodi der woh hila nahi, sirf andar bhara raha. Meri saans uski saans se takraati rahi. Phir usne dheere pelna shuru kiya, chhota daayra, phir lamba. Har baar meri gaand uske lund ko kas kar pakadti, phir chhodti.

Bistar ki paaye halki awaaz karti. Main muh mein chadar daba kar bhi poora chup nahi reh saka. Farhan ke daant mere kandhon ke peeche lage. Uski thighs meri thighs se chipak kar paseene se phisal rahi thi.

Beech mein usne mujhe palat kar pet ke bal kiya. Takia neeche sarak gaya. Is asan mein uska lund aur gehra gaya. Meri kamari uske haathon mein thi. Woh pelta raha, kabhi tez, kabhi ruk kar andar hi ghumata, jaise meri body ka map le raha ho.

Mera lund gaddhe aur pet ke beech dabaka. Maine apna haath neeche bhej kar khud ko masla. Farhan ne woh haath hata kar apni mutthi se mera lund pakad liya, condom wale dhakkon ke saath hi upar neeche. Do kaam ek saath, ek hi garmi.

“Aur de,” maine kaha, awaaz toot kar. Usne diya. Palang ki takkar tez hui. Meri gaand bhinchti, uska lund baar baar poora baithta. Paseena meri reodh par behne laga. Uski saans meri peeth par tut-ti rahi.

Kabhi uske honth meri kaan ke peeche ruke, kabhi usne meri gardan nahi chhodi. Hum akele the, darwaza pehle se band, parda kheench kar. Bahar society ke bachchon ki cycle ki ghanti dur se aati, lekin kamre ke andar sirf do mardon ki body thi.

Jab mera lund uski mutthi mein phadakna shuru hua, maine chadar ko aur kasa. Farhan ne dhakke nahi kam kiye. Main girte girte nikal aaya, apni hi pet aur uske haath par. Garam, chipchipa, itna ki meri ungliyan fisal gayin.

Uske baad uski pel tez ho gayi, chhoti, gehli. Condom ke andar uska lund aur sakhth laga. Meri gaand ab geeli aur dhil-i thi, lekin har dhakka ab bhi seedha pet tak jata. Usne meri kamar ko dabaye rakha.

Akhri dhakkon mein uski awaaz meri peeth par giri, koi shabd nahi, sirf ek dabaa hua saans. Woh andar tak jam kar rah gaya, condom ke peeche garmi phailti hui. Meri thighs kaanp rahi thi. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.

Thodi der woh nikalta nahi. Phir dheere lund bahar aaya, condom bhara hua. Usne use khinch kar band kiya aur kone ke bin mein phenka. Main palat kar let gaya, pet par apna hi pani sookh raha tha, tangen khuli.

Farhan mere bagal mein aa kar let gaya, ek bazu meri chhati par. Hum nange the, fan tez, kamra garam. Chai bahar table par thandi pad chuki hogi. Koi doosra round nahi chaha, na maine maanga. Body ab bhari thi, dimaag halka.

Uske baal mere honth ke kareeb the. Main unhe sirf ungli se hata kar uski aankhen dekhta raha. Uski aankhen ab kadi nahi thi. Polo farsh par padi thi, meri shorts darwaze ke paas. Raat ab bhi baaki thi, lekin kaam khatam ho chuka tha.

Tanker ki wajah se utha

Main aankh band karke soch raha tha ki ab yahin so jaunga, kal subah folding poori karunga. Farhan ki bazu meri chhati par bhari thi, uski saans meri gardan par aa rahi thi. Society ki awaazein door lag rahi thi.

Tab intercom ki ghanti bajayi gayi, ek, phir turant doosri. Farhan palta, lekin uth nahi. Main nanga hi bistar se uth kar diwar wale box tak gaya aur button dabaaya. Neeche se Raju watchman ki awaaz aayi, saaf, jaldi mein.

“Kunal bhai, visitor parking mein scooter pada hai na aapke dost ka? Paani ka tanker gate par khada hai, rasta band hai. Abhi hatao, nahi to driver horn deke poori line jaga dega.”

Box ke speeker ne woh naqab phaad diya jo main kapdon ke saath fold karke rakhna chahta tha. Farhan bistar par hi tha, nanga, aankhen khuli. Usne sirf itna kaha, “Meri jeans de de, main utar aata hoon.”

Jeans uske pair ke paas nahi mili, woh palang ke neeche sarak gayi thi. Main jhuk kar nahi dhoondh saka, kyunki intercom phir se chillaaya. Tanker wait nahi karta. Maine apni shorts farsh se uthai, pehni, t-shirt ulti si chadha li.

Chabi table par chai ke glass ke saath thi. Main woh nahi chhua. Pair mein chappal daal kar darwaza khola. Peeche Farhan bistar par hi baitha raha, condom wala packet table par khula, kamra ab bhi garam.

Seedhiyon par utarte hue meri gaand ab bhi bhari mehsoos ho rahi thi, har kadam par woh raat yaad aa rahi thi. Neeche gate par peela tanker khada tha, driver already door se dekh raha tha. Farhan ka scooter visitor line mein tedha khada tha, jaise koi jaldi mein utar kar bhool gaya ho.

Main scooter ko side kheench kar khud ke named parking ke kone tak le gaya, engine band, stand nikal kar. Watchman Raju ne sirf nod kiya, koi sawal nahi poocha, lekin uski nazar meri ulti t-shirt par rukti hui lagi. Tanker andar ghusne laga.

Upar wapas jaane ke bajay main gate ke bahar khada raha, haath scooter ki grip par. Kamre mein Farhan nanga intazaar kar raha hoga, lekin ab meri agla kadam wahan so na jaana nahi tha. Pehle is scooter ko andheri line se hataana tha, aur uske baad hi sochna tha ki darwaza kaise kholunga.

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