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Gay boyfriend ke admission ne do mardon ki raat palat di

7 min readHindi Sex Stories

Main right joota ka feeta kheench raha tha jab Nikhil ne glass sink par rakh di. “Yash, ek minute.” Main utha, jacket ka zipper adha khula. Humare Andheri wale chhote flat ki dahliz se main nikalna chahta tha, is liye nahi ki gussa sirf thanda ho, balki is liye ki mujhe laga tha woh mujhe logon se chhupata hai.

Uske kandhe tight the. Hum dono pichhle saal se boyfriend hain, do mard ek chhat ke neeche, Mumbai ki garmi shirt ke neeche chipki hui, neeche gali se horn. Main soch raha tha kisi dost ke yahan raat kaat lunga. Nikhil ne meri taraf ek kadam liya, lekin darwaza abhi bhi mere peeche khula sapna ban ke khada tha.

“Tu yeh samajh ke ja raha hai ki main sharminda hoon,” Nikhil bola. Uski aankhen seedhi meri aankhon mein thi. “Aaj shaam office mein maine unhe saaf keh diya ki tu mera gay boyfriend hai. Call isliye kaati thi kyunki woh mazak uda rahe the. Main unki hansi nahi sunna chahta tha.”

Bharat ke is bade shehar mein aisi baat keh dena ab bhi bhari padti hai, aur usne keh diya tha bina mujhe pehle bataye. Gusse ka ek hissa utar gaya, jagah pe ek aur sawal aa gaya. “Tu ne unhe kyun bataya aaj?”

“Kal presentation thi aur unhone poocha kaun ghar pe wait karega. Maine jhoot nahi bola.” Nikhil ne meri jacket ke zipper ko nahi chhua, sirf dekha. “Agar tu phir bhi jaana chahe to ja. Main tujhe yahan rok ke apna point nahi jeetna chahta.”

Main lambi saans bhara. “Main rukta hoon. Aur haan, main tujhe abhi yahin chahta hoon.” Itna kaafi tha. Usne meri gardan pakdi aur hum dono dahliz se hat ke sofa ke kareeb aa gaye. Sirf do mard, ek dusre ke muh ke itne kareeb ki saans mil gayi.

Darwaze par ruka faisla

Pehla kiss jaldi tha, doosra dheema. Nikhil ke honth namak aur paani jaisa taste dete the. Maine uske baal ungliyon se peeche kiye. Woh meri shirt ke button kholne laga, ek ek karke, jaise har button ke peeche koi jhagda toot raha ho. Meri shirt kandhon se fislai, uski palmon ke neeche meri kamar garam ho gayi.

“Yahan, sofa par,” maine kaha, awaaz bhi apni nahi lagi. Nikhil hans ke meri belt ke buckle par ungli rakh di. Hum dono ke kapde dheere dheere kam hue, bina kisi naatak ke. Uska seena meri chhati se sata, dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Main uske jeans ke button khola, usne mere zipper.

Underwear ke upar hi uska haath ruk gaya, meri nazar ne haan kahi. Phir kapde sofa ke kone par gir gaye. Nikhil nanga tha, main bhi. Mera lund uske pet se sata, uska lund meri jaangh ke andar. Hum dono ek pal ke liye bas saans lete rahe, jaise Mumbai ki raat bahar ruk gayi ho.

Usne mujhe sofa par dhakela, lekin zor se nahi. Main let gaya, woh mere upar jhuka. Maine uski kamar pakdi. Uski gaand meri hatheli ke neeche garm thi. Woh meri gardan chusne laga, phir neeche aaya, meri chhati, meri pet, phir mera lund uske muh mein gaya. Garam, geela, dheere.

Main uske baal pakad ke nahi kheench raha tha, sirf rakh ke tha. Woh upar dekhta, meri aankhon se milata, phir dubara leta. Meri ungliyon uske kandhon par kasti rahi. Woh itna tez nahi tha ki main kho jaun, itna dheema bhi nahi ki main sochun. Jab meri saans tezi se uthne lagi, usne muh hataya.

“Ab tu,” usne kaha. Main uske lund ko haath mein liya, honthon se chhua, phir andar liya. Uski awaaz meri gardan ke upar giri, ek dabi hui si. Main uski jaangh pakde raha. Woh meri sar ke peeche haath rakh ke guide nahi kar raha tha, sirf chhoo raha tha. Jab uska lund meri jeebh par kathor ho gaya, maine hat ke uske honth chume.

Nikhil ne side table ke drawer se condom nikala, packet phaada, apne lund par chadha liya. Maine pair khole. Usne finger par thook lagaya, meri gaand ke bahar ghumaya, phir andar ek ungli. Dard nahi, bas bhari hui si pehchan. Doosri ungli ke saath main uske seene par haath rakh ke saans lena sikha. “Ab,” maine kaha.

Woh dheere andar aaya. Pehle sirf sir, phir aur. Maine uski kamar pakdi, usne meri jaangh. Hum dono ke beech woh pal tha jahan na office tha, na call, na dahliz. Sirf uska lund meri gaand mein, meri saans uske kandhe par. Jab woh poora andar tha, dono ruke. Phir usne hilna shuru kiya, chhote dhakke, phir lambe.

Sofa ke cushion ne meri kamar ko sambhala. Main uske honth dhoondhta raha. Kabhi milte, kabhi sirf saans. Uski thighs meri jaanghon se ragad kha rahi thi. Maine apna lund apne aur uske pet ke beech daba ke rakha, uske har dhakke se ragad milti. Nikhil ki aankhen band nahi thi. Woh dekh raha tha, jaise admission ke baad ab yeh bhi saaf rakhna ho.

“Tez kar,” maine kaha, aur usne kiya. Pehle dhakke gehre hue. Meri gaand uske lund ko pakad ke rakhti, chhodti, phir pakadti. Uski ungliyan meri kamar par nishaan chhod rahi thi. Main uske kandhon ko kheench ke apne seene se sataya. Dono ki saansein ek dusre ke kaan mein bhari padi thi.

Hindustan ki is badi raat mein bhi bahar ke horn ab door lag rahe the. Andheri ki khidki par parda adha gira tha, lekin humne use nahi chhua. Nikhil ne meri taang upar uthayi, angle badla, aur uska lund aur gehra gaya. Maine dant honth par dabaye. Woh ruka. “Theek hai?” Maine sir hila diya. Phir usne wahi gehraai rakhi.

Mera lund uske pet aur meri mutthi ke beech bheeg raha tha. Usne apna ek haath neeche bheja, mera lund pakda, meri hi rhythm pe hilaya. Hum dono ka kaam ab alag nahi tha. Jab uske dhakke tez hue, meri mutthi bhi tez hui. Sofa ki ek taang halki si chhalki, hum hans diye, phir wapas usi gehraai mein chale gaye.

Nikhil ki awaaz gad Gadane lagi. Maine uske baal peeche kiye, uski gardan chumi. Woh meri gaand mein itna tez choda ki meri saans tootne lagi, lekin ruka nahi, kyunki main uske seene ko apni taraf kheench raha tha. Meri ungliyan uski peeth par khurach gayi. Uska lund andar phoolta laga, condom ke saath bhi garmi saaf thi.

“Yash, main…” usne kaha, poora jumla nahi bana. Maine uska lund andar liye rakhne diya, apna lund tez hilaya. Pehle main gira, pet par gila, uski mutthi mein. Phir uske dhakke ek, do, teesre par ruk gaye, uska jism kas gaya, usne meri gardan mein muh gopa, aur andar hi nikal gaya, condom ke andar.

Dono kuch der aise hi pade rahe. Uska lund dheere bahar aaya. Usne condom utar ke tissue mein lapeta, side table par rakh diya. Main sofa se nahi hata. Nikhil mere bagal mein let gaya, meri chhati par haath. Paseena saaf karne ki jaldi nahi thi. Sirf saans, aur woh admission jo ab jism tak aa chuka tha.

Do mardon ke beech wahi raat

Kapde dhire se laut aaye. Maine underwear aur jeans pehne, Nikhil ne apni t-shirt pehle daali. Meri shirt abhi bhi sofa ke kone par thi. Usne uthake mere kandhon par rakh di, button nahi lagaye. Hum dono ke baal bikhre the. Kitchen ki taraf koi nahi gaya. Baat bhi lambi nahi hui.

“Kal unhe phir dikhega tu,” maine kaha. Nikhil ne sir hilaya. “Dikhega. Aur main wahi bolunga.” Itna sun ke meri jacket ka matlab badal gaya. Pehle woh nikalne ka hathyar thi. Ab woh bahar ki hawa ka bahana thi. Main zipper upar kheench liya, lekin gusse se nahi.

Joota pehle se bandha tha. Main khada hua. Nikhil bhi. Humare beech wahi dahliz thi, lekin ab uska rukh alag tha. Usne meri kalaai pakdi, zor se nahi, bas itna ki main jaan loon woh peeche nahi reh raha. Darwaze ke paas aake maine handle pakda.

Hum dono saath nikle

Main darwaza khola. Andheri ke corridor ki thandi hawa andar aayi, Mumbai ki raat ke saath. Nikhil mere peeche aa gaya, haath ab bhi meri kalaai par. Lift ke button ki taraf kadam badhate hue humne peeche mud ke flat nahi dekha. Sirf saath nikalna tha, aur nikal gaye.

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