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Gay lover Dev ke saath rehearsal ke baad main ruka

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Jhagda adhura tha lekin main ruka

“Agar main sirf dost hoon, to rehearsal ke baad bhi yahan kyun khada rahun?” maine kaha aur jacket kandhe se sarka kar haath mein le liya.

Dev kamre ke beech ruka. Uske haath script ke panno par the, lekin uski aankhen meri taraf uthin.

“Farhan, woh log committee se the. Pune ke is cultural centre mein Bharat ke kai shehron se log aate hain. Main unke saamne chillane nahi wala tha.”

“To main chup chap dost bana rahun? Hum do adult mard hain, Dev. Gay lovers. Yeh baat itni bhaari nahi honi chahiye.”

Usne panna table par rakh diya. “Tu nikal mat. Agar tu abhi gaya to yeh jhagda yahin adhura reh jayega, aur kal aur bhi ganda hoga.”

Main darwaze ke paas tha. Bahar corridor soona pada tha. Rehearsal khatam ho chuka tha, baaki actors nikal chuke the, sirf tube ki ek patli roshni bachi thi.

“Main thak chuka hoon chhupne se,” maine kaha. “Tu committee ke saamne haste haste bolta hai dost, aur raat ko mujhe apne paas rakhta hai.”

Dev aage aaya, lekin usne mujhe pakda nahi. “Ruk. Thodi der. Sirf baat. Phir tu jaaye to ja.”

Maine jacket kursi par daal di. Woh chhota sa faisla tha, lekin usi se main kamre mein raha. Hawa se darwaza peeche se band ho gaya, kisi ne lock nahi kiya.

“Thodi der,” maine kaha. “Uske baad main nikal jaunga.”

Dev ki awaaz dheemi pad gayi. “Main darta hoon. Yeh desh, yeh Pune, yeh log. Lekin tujhe dost keh kar maine jo kiya, woh galat tha.”

Main uske kareeb gaya. “Darta hai to keh de. Mujhe public mein nachane ki zarurat nahi, lekin jhooth se meri izzat girti hai.”

Usne mera haath liya. “To ruk. Main tujhe yahan, is kamre mein, waisa nahi kahunga.”

Uski ungliyan meri kalaai par thirakne lagi. Main hat nahi paya. “Dev, agar yeh sirf manane ka tarika hai…”

“Nahi,” usne kaha. “Main tujhe chahta hoon. Abhi. Agar tu nahi chahta to haath chhod de.”

Maine haath nahi chhoda. Ulta uski kalaai pakad li. Phir usne mujhe chuma.

Honthon ne jhagda beech mein kaat diya

Woh pehla kiss tez tha, jaise dono ke munh mein abhi bhi gussa baitha ho. Uske honth meri neeche wali honth ko daba gaye, meri saans atak gayi, phir dheere ho gayi.

Meri ungliyan uske baal tak pahunchin. Dev ke ghane baal pasine se chipke the, rehearsal ki garmi abhi utri nahi thi. Uske kandhon par meri hathon ki pakad tight ho gayi.

“Itna zor se mat masal,” usne honthon ke beech se kaha, lekin peeche nahi hata. Ulta meri shirt ke button kholne laga, ek ek karke, bina jaldi dikhaye.

Kamre mein naachne wale mat bichhe the, ek kone mein dholak pada tha, table par thandi chai ki pyali. In cheezon ne humein nahi rokna tha. Hum do mard akele pade the, aur meri marzi wahi thi jahan uski thi.

Shirt girte hi uski aankhen mere seene par ruki. Usne meri gardan ke neeche chuma, phir meri nipple ko daanton se halka sa kaata. Ek awaaz meri gale se nikal gayi jo jhagde jaisi nahi thi.

“Yahan mat chhod,” maine kaha. Yeh bheekh nahi thi, ek seedha kehna tha. Dev ne jeans ki belt kholi, meri bhi. Donon ke kapde ghutnon tak utre, phir pairon se nikal kar mat ke kinare gir gaye.

Uska lund meri pet ke against hard tha. Mera lund uski mutthi mein aa gaya, aur usne dheere se masla, tane ko upar se neeche, jaise script ki line yaad kar raha ho. Main uski kamar pakad kar khada raha, saans meri tez ho rahi thi.

Table ki kinare meri kamar tak aayi. Dev ghutnon ke bal utar aaya. Uski aankhen upar uthin, ek baar poochti hui, phir usne mera lund muh mein le liya. Garam, geela, aur itna tight ki meri ungliyan uske baal mein aur khinch gayin.

Woh jaldi nahi kar raha tha. Zabaan ghumati thi, honth khichte the, kabhi meri tip ko chusta tha, kabhi neeche tak le jata tha. Meri thighs kaanpne lagi. “Dev… ruk, nahi to main yahin…”

Muh chhod kar usne kaha, “Yahin nahi. Abhi nahi.” Phir uth khada hua aur mujhe mat ki taraf ghumaya. Main let gaya, peeth neeche, uska chehra upar se meri taraf jhuka.

Usne apna ek haath mere muh par rakha, do ungliyan andar, geeli karne ke liye. Main chusta raha. Dusra haath meri gaand ke beech sehla raha tha, gol, dheere, jab tak ek ungli andar na chali gayi. Dard halka tha, lekin uske saath garmi bhi thi.

“Aur,” maine kaha, lafz toot kar. Dusri ungli aayi. Dev ne mujhe dekha, meri aankhen, meri khuli hui mouth. Jab usne feel kiya ki main tight nahi ho raha, balki khul raha hoon, tab usne ungliyan nikaali.

Uska lund meri gaand ke against laga. Pehla dhakka dheema tha, sirf sir ghusa, phir ruka. Meri lambi saans bahar nikli. Dusra dhakka gehra gaya. Table door se sarakne lagi, dholak ki ek dhamak si pad gayi jab meri kalahi uske kinare se takrai.

Hum do mard is tarah jude hue the ki jhagde ke lafz beech mein kahi gir gaye. Dev andar tak aaya, ruka, phir nikal kar wapas ghusa. Meri thighs uske kamar ke dono taraf lapeti thin. Har dhakke par mera lund humari peton ke beech ragad khati thi.

“Zor se,” maine kaha. Usne zor diya. Mat ke neeche floor thanda tha, upar se uski chhati garam. Pasina uske gale se tapka, meri honth par laga, namak jaisa.

Kabhi kabhi woh ruk jata, andar dabaaye rakha, aur meri gardan chumta. Kabhi tez ho jata, itna ki meri awaaz corridor tak ja sakti thi. Main daant se honth daba kar chup raha, kyunki bahar ab bhi koi gali se guzar sakta tha.

Uski kamar meri taraf jhukti, nikal ti, phir wapas aati. Meri ungliyon ne uske kandhon ko kheench liya. “Idhar dekh,” usne kaha. Maine dekha. Uski aankhen gusse wali nahi thin, bhari hui thin.

Mera lund uske haath mein aa gaya beech beech mein. Woh masalta raha jab andar chalta raha. Do rhythm mil gaye, ek andar, ek bahar. Meri peeth mat se uthne lagi. “Main nikalne wala hoon.”

Dev ne speed nahi giraayi. Ulta meri thighs ko aur khola, gehra gaya, aur mera lund ko tez kiya. Main uski chhati par gir kar nikal pada, garam dhaar uske pet aur mere pet ke beech fail gayi. Uske saath meri gaand sikud gayi, aur woh bhi ek lambe dhakke ke saath andar hi gir gaya, kaanpta hua, meri gardan mein munh daale.

Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Kuch der sirf yeh awaaz thi, aur door se kisi scooter ki. Dev andar se dheere nikal aaya. Main palat kar peeth ke bal let gaya, aankhen band, lekin neend nahi thi.

Usne apna haath meri chhati par rakha. “Ab bhi nikalna hai?” sawaal chhota tha, jaise pehle wala jhagda ab bhi adhura ho.

Maine aankhen kholin. “Abhi nahi. Kapde pehenne do. Phir sochungaa.” Yeh pyaar bhari line nahi thi. Bas itna ki main abhi bhi yahin tha, uske saath, do mard, nange, rehearsal ke baad.

Woh meri taraf palat kar let gaya. Uski kamar meri kamar se satti. Thodi der hum chup rahe. Tube ki roshni ab bhi waisi thi, chai ki pyali ab bhi thandi. Jo hua tha woh jhagde ka jawab nahi tha, lekin usne mujhe darwaze se wapas kheench liya tha.

Maine uske baal sehlaaye, bina mithaas ke, jaise koi line theek kar raha ho. Dev ki saans meri gardan par pad rahi thi. Bahar Pune ki raat dhal rahi thi, lekin kamre ke andar time jaise mat ke upar atak gaya ho.

“Kal committee dubara aayegi,” usne dheere kaha. Maine kuch nahi bola. Kal ki baat kal ki thi. Abhi sirf uska haath meri chhati par tha, aur mera lund dheela hota ja raha tha, thakaan ke saath.

Kapde ab bhi kinare pade the. Meri shirt ek jooti ke neeche dabi thi. Dev ki jeans table ki taang se uljhi hui thi. In chhoti cheezon ne yaad dilaya ki yeh koi bedroom nahi, ek soona rehearsal room hai, aur hum yahan zyada der nahi ruk sakte.

Chowkidar ne shutter bahar se khatkhataya

Pehle ek dhaat ki awaaz aayi, jaise koi chain khinch raha ho. Phir knock hui, bhari, teen baar. “Bhaiya, centre band karna hai! Kaun andar hai?”

Dev ek jhatke se uth baitha. Maine bhi. Shirt pehle haath aayi, ulti, phir seedhi ki. Jeans ghutne tak khinchte hue main khada hua. Jacket kursi par waisi hi padi thi jaisi maine rakhi thi.

“Do minute, kaka!” Dev ne awaaz di, bhaari saans rok kar. Chowkidar bahar se bola ki shutter utarna hai, raat ke das baj rahe hain, management gussa karegi.

Hum jaldbazi mein kapde pehne. Meri belt skip ho gayi, Dev ke kurta ke do button galat hole mein chale gaye. Mat par jo geela nishaan tha, usko kisi ne nahi ponchha. Dholak wahi pada raha.

Corridor mein nikalte hue roshni dim thi. Chowkidar gate ke paas khada tha, lathi haath mein, chehra thaka hua. Usne humen actors samajh kar sir hila diya. “Kal subah lock khulega. Aaj bas nikal jao.”

Bahar gali mein hawa garam thi. Hindustan ke is shehar ki raat mein tapri par ab bhi log chai le rahe the. Shutter humare peeche utarne laga, ek lambe dhaat ke raste ke saath, aur woh awaaz ne kamre ko band kar diya.

Dev ne meri sleeve pakdi, bas itni si. Maine jacket pehn li. Jhagda adhura tha, committee wala lafz ab bhi meri jeebh par khatakta tha, lekin main nikal nahi paya tha jab usne rukne ko kaha tha.

Auto stand ki taraf kadam badhaye. Peeche cultural centre ka board palat raha tha, Pune Municipal ke purane rang mein. Chowkidar taala jhad raha tha. Hum do mard gali ke us paar alag alag khade ho gaye, phir ek saath chalne lage, bina kal ka wada kiye, bina us kamre ka zikr kiye.

Meri saans ab bhi poori nahi bhari thi. Dev ke galat button raaste ki batti mein dikh rahe the. Maine unhe nahi theek kiya. Itna kaafi tha ki shutter ne humein bahar dhakka diya, aur main ab bhi uske kandhe ke kareeb tha.

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