Desi Gay Sex Story: Raat bhar ka maza: 1

Desi Gay Sex Story: Raat bhar ka maza: 1

Desi Gay Sex Story: Ambarish school mein mera dushman tha. Main padhta tha; voh nahin.
Main shaant tha; voh toofaani tha. Mere dost sab achchi aadaton ke
the; uske sab aawaara the. Phir bhi mujhe use jhelna padta tha, kyonki
hum donon padosi the.

Jab main tenth mein aaya, tab voh mere class mein aaya. Voh naya
shift hokar aaya tha. Pehle din se hi uska dhamaal shuru ho gaya.
Recess mein usne mujhe tiffin share karne ka sujhav diya. Mera
sandwich to usne kha liya, magar baad mein apna tiffin to khola hi
nahin. Vaise hi bhaag gaya. Ek aur din usne mere pant ke seat par
‘Kick me’ ka poster chipkaya. Sab doston ne mazey le-lekar mujhe
laatein maari. History ke sir sabse strict the. Magar ek din usne mera
notebook chipa liya aur main sir ko homework nahin dikha saka. Mujhe
poora period uski vajah se murga banna pada. Uski in sharaton ke vajah
se voh mera kattar dushman ban gaya. Magar uske bahut saathi ho gaye
aur ab to sab milkar mujhe bakra banaate.

Mujhe is baat ka achraj hota tha ki yeh mere hi peeche kyon pada hai.
School ke doosre ladkon mein aur mujhmein koyi bhi farak nahin tha.
Phir bhi isne mujhe hi bali ka bakra kyon banaya tha? Main uski
complaint kar sakta tha; magar school ke final year mein mujhe koyi
lafda nahin karna tha. Aur phir board exams ke liye sirf teen hi
mahine bache the.

Ek din jab main apni building ke terrace par akela baitha padhai kar
raha tha, tab uski maan ne apni khidki se mujhe dekha aur ghar mein
bula liya. Main gaya. Usne kaha, “Beta Shailesh (meri maan ne mujhe
bataya tha ki jo tujhe bina vajah ‘beta’ bulaye, unse hamesha
saavdhaan rehna), mujhe tujhse ek baat karni hai.”
Maine kaha, “Boliye na, aunty.”
“Ambarish ke baarein mein hai beta,” unhone kaha. Us vaqt voh ghar
par nahin tha. “Use is nayi jagah par sab ajeeb lagta hai. Padhai bhi
nahin kar paata.”
Main unhein kya batata sachchai ke baarein mein. Chup-chaap sunta gaya.
“Beta,” ve kehti gayi, “tu use padhai mein thodi madat karega?”
Main stumped ho gaya. Yeh fast ball to maine bilkul expect nahin kiya
tha. “Voh mujhse nahin padega, aunty.”
“Arey kyon nahin padega? Voh to kehta hai ki tu hi uska sabse achcha
dost hai. Aur tu padhai mein itna hushar hai. Uski madat kar de, to
tujhe bhi mera aashirvaad milega.”
In sab baaton se main pak raha tha. Baat taalne ko maine kaha, “Theek
hai, aunty. Use bhej dena.”
Main jaanta tha ki voh nahin aayega aur matter apne aap solve ho jaayega.

Lekin us raat 10 baje, Ambarish mere ghar aa hi gaya. Mera ghar ek
bungalow-type hai aur mera kamra first floor par hai. Uska entrance ek
alag seedhi se hai, jisse ghar ke doosre logon ko disturb nahin hota
hai. Ambarish usi seedhi se aaya tha.
Maine sar peet liya. Ab koyi padhai nahin hogi, mujhe maloom tha. “Tu
ab aaya itni raat ko?” maine kaha.
“To kya hua?” usne kaha. “Mujhe maloom hai tu raatbhar padhta hai.
Main bhi tere saath padhoonga.”
“Tu mujhe bhi padhne nahin dega.”
“Nahin yaar, serious. Main bhi padhoonga, tu bhi padh. Aaj koyi
mazaak nahin…” usne kaha aur phir kaha, “Chutiye…”
“Dekh, dekh, shuru ho gaya tu,” main taav mein aa gaya. “Chala jaa
ghar aur mujhe padhne de.”
Magar voh meri sunta kaha. Thahaaka lagaakar has raha tha. Phir vahin
ek chair lekar baith gaya. “Ab koyi mazaak nahin, bas. Chal ab padhte
hai.” Usne kaha aur aankh maari, “CHUTIYE!”
Main use ignore karke apna padhne laga.

Uske baad ek ghanta koyi nahin bola. Voh vaakay ekdum seriousness ke
saath padh raha tha. Mujhe use dekhe bina raha nahin gaya. Voh blue
football ke loose T-shirt mein aur safed chaddi pahenkar aaya tha –
tel se baal chipkakar. Uske baal vaise ghungraloo the aur aankhein
itni shararati ki voh sote hue bhi aise lagta tha ki ab koyi toofaan
khada karega. Voh mujhe pareshan nahin kar raha tha magar main phir
bhi disturb ho raha tha.
Baat aisi thi ki main raatbhar padhai to karta tha, magar roz raat
11:30 baje mera ek time-pass hota tha. Meri khidki se saamne vaale
building mein ek ghar ki khidki dikhti thi, jismein ek nayi-nayi
shaadi kiya hua joda rehta tha. Theek 11:30 baje, unki chudaai shuru
hoti thi. Unko dekhkar main apna lund roz raat hilaata tha. Magar aaj
yeh bewakoof mere saamne baitha tha. Ab unke live show ko das hi
minute bache the.

Utne mein Ambarish ne apni kitaab band ki. “Kya hua?” maine poocha.
“Break time,” usne kaha.
“Tere yahi naatak chalne waala hai.”
“Arey yaar,” usne kaha, “Sirf das minute ka break. Padh-padhke meri
maan-bahen ek ho gayi. Yeh chutiya history banaya kisne?”
Main bhi padhai se bore hi ho gaya tha. Uthkar main uske paas jaa
baitha. “Theek hai. Das minute ka break.”

Usne apne bag mein haath daala aur ek dibba nikala. “Lega?” usne
mujhe poocha.
Main hararat se us cigarette ke box ki taraf dekhta raha.
“Abey bhosdi ke, aisa dekhta kya hai?” usne poocha. “Cigarette to
hai. Piyega?”
“Main nahin piyunga,” maine kaha.
“Theek hai,” usne kaha. “Teri gaand phat rahi hai to mat pee. Main
piyunga.”
Usne matches se apni cigarette sulgayi aur ek kash liya. Dhuaan mere
munh par udaaya.
Uske is bindaas attitude se mujhe jalan hoti thi. Mujhe maan-baap ne
hazaaron paabandiyon ke saath paala tha; magar yeh kitna carefree tha.
Mujhe us jaise banne ki laalsa man mein jaagi.

“Kya mazaa aata hai yeh dhuaan andar lene mein?” maine poocha.
“Tu nahin samjhega, jaane de,” usne kaha. “Cigarette peena mard ki
nishaani hai.”
“Matlab kya hai tera, main mard nahin hoon?” maine kaha aur uski
cigarette cheen li. Maine use mere honthon se lagaya aur ek lamba kash
liya – mere zindagi ka pehla kash. Achanak mujhe khaasi ka daura pad gaya.
Ambarish hasne laga. “Sirf asli mard cigarette ke dhue par khaasta
nahin hai.”
Maine mushkil se khaasi rok li. Ab voh khada hokar room mein tahelne
laga.

Maine rakhe hue pack mein se ek doosri cigarette le li aur use
sulgaya. Dheere dheere main uske kash lene laga. Ab mujhe khaasi nahin
aa rahi thi.
Main bhi uthkar khidki ke paas chala gaya. Taaki dhuaan room se
baahar chala jaaye. Ambarish bhi khidki ke paas aaya.
“Achchi baat hai,” usne kaha. “Chal toone to mujhe kuch nahin
sikhaya, par maine tujhe cigarette peena sikha liya.”

“Tu yahi sikhayega aur kya?” maine kaha aur dhuaan uske munh par
choda. Voh hasa.
Itne mein meri nazar saamne vaali khidki par gayi. Us ghar se hamare
ghar mein sirf kuch 50 m ko doori thi. Andar light chaalu tha, matlab
aadmi ghar mein aa gaya tha. Do minute baad voh aaya. Shirt nahin
pehna tha; aur mazboot chaati ka tha. Poora mard. Usko dekhte hi mere
rom-rom mein bijli daud jaati thi. Peeche se uski biwi bhi kamre mein
aa gayi.

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Ambarish ne kaha, “Chal yaar, bore ho raha hoon. Kuch der cable par
late-night film dekhte hai.” Hamara cablewallah 11:00 baje ke baad
blue films chalata tha.
“Nahin yaar,” maine kaha.
“Chutyagiri mat kar,” Ambarish ne kaha. “Pehle kabhi dekha nahin hai
kya? Mazaa aayega tereko.”

Maine tab socha ise mere game mein shaamil karte hai. Maine uska
gardan pakda aur uska sar khidki ke baahar ki taraf kiya. “Jab yeh
live telecast hai,” maine kaha, “To cable ka film kise chahiye?”
Ambarish ne badi-badi aankhon se us makaan mein dekha. 11:30 baje ka
live telecast shuru ho gaya tha.