Indian Gay Sex Play: Man in Black & Slut in White: 1
Indian Gay Sex Play: Act 1 / Scene 1
Place – Indore ke Rajendra nagar ilake ka ek medium class ghar. Parda hall me khulta hai, jaha se 2 rooms aur kitchen sab saaf saaf dikhai dete hai. Hall me dining table chhoti si aur bada sa sofa.
Parda uthte hi Vikram har roz ki tarah gym se aate hi taiyar hone ke liye bathroom me jata hai. Audience ko bas koi lamba chauda hunk lambe khule baalo wala, andar jata dikhai deta hai. Jaate jaate apni patni se bola – “Kiran! Jaldi se taiyar ho ja agar chalna hai to! Fir baad me mujhe mat sunana! Aaj mere paas time hai, jo bhi kaam hai market ka sara kar lena.” Is beech me wo andar kamre me apna lower aur underwear utarte dikhai deta hai.
Kiran – “Main to kitne dino se taiyar hi hu. Aap aa jao jaldi se, mujhe to kuchh jyada kaam nahi hai, bas 1-2 ghante lagenge jyada se jyada fir mujhe mummy ke yaha chhod dena. Bas aap free!”
Kuchh der shanti, kiran ki kitchen me kuchh khat khat ki awaze aati hai aur kamre me ek do bar Vikram nanga ghumta hua dikhai de jata hai.
Act 1 / Scene 2
Koi ghante bhar baad hall me Vikram ki entry! Bhari garmi me pankhe ke niche, kiran ke samne 6 feet lamba perfectly gym built 80+ kg ka insaan apne bahot hi sharmile nature ke sath innocent sa khada tha, tight black silk shiny trousers, tight black hi formal shirt, black hi goggles, black pointed formal shoes, chhatrapati shivaji maharaj jaisi ditto daadhi muchhe ghani gahri aur kaali, kandhe tak straight latak rahi tikhi tikhi black chamakdar laten.
Kam se kam 6’’ lambi gardan, pahad jaise kandhe, chhote chhote murtiyo ke jaise bhare hue hoth wo bhi halke sanwle pade hue, upar ka hoth muchho me chhupa hua, sirf nichla hoth dikhai de raha hai hemisphear sa, Dhad aur kamar pairo ke mukable bahot lambe dikh rahe hain, is tarah ke jaise Adam’s apple se lund ke joint tak ki length 3 feet, baki ke 3 feet me head aur legs proportionately adjust hain, manly smelling cologne.
Ekdum gora face aur gori skin, kashmeeri but raajpoot, gym ka kam aur akhade ka shareer jyada lagta hai, pet me hlaka sa ubhaar, ekdum fresh look, lambi chaudi pake hue kadak aam ke shape ki jaanghe, bhari bhari gaand, utna hi bhari deel-dol, kapde khud uske shareer ko aise kas ke pakad rahe the ke ab kabhi nahi chhodenge aur jee bhar ke uska shareer chhatenge.
Pant belly button se pura ek bilaat neeche yun atki hui hai ke agar wo jeb me hath daalne lage to lund ke niche tak khasak jayegi pant, agar shirt-in na ho to aage se lund ka uske shareer se joint aur pichhe se adha butt-crack darshan de kar kisi ko bhi maar sakte hain. Aisa hai Vikram. Umr 36 saal.
Ye hunk kisi ke upar chadh jaye to usko powerful saand se chudne ke barabar anand ayega, chahe ladka ho ya ladki. (Vikram ko kaano me kundal pahna do aur mathe par tripund bana do to ditto shivaji bante hain, aur Austin Wulf ko shivaji ki daadhi moochhe laga do to ditto Vikram banta hai.)
Nashta kar chuki kiran ne palat ke Vikram ko dekha aur kuchh bol nahi pai. Dekhti rah gai aur naughty smile de ke uski taraf badhi – “Aapne modeling kyu chhod di?”
Vikram ne jab tak kaha – “kyu ke tune fashion designing chhod di!” tab tak kiran us ki pant ki zip par apni saanse chhod rahi thi.
Vikram ne kaha “Kya?” aur sakpakaya! Halka sa pichhe hatne ki koshish ki aur bola – “Abhi kuchh ghante pahle kitni buri tarah se chudi hai tu…ab kya..??” aur halka halka Sharma ke hansne laga.
Lekin kiran ne kuchh nahi suna aur itne me uski shirt ko nikal ke upar kar diya, pant ka button aur zip bina khole hi dono hatho ki ungliyo se aage se pant aur uski black underwear ki g-string pakad ke pure jor se niche khinchi, apne hoth waha ki ekdum clean plain saaf ki hui chamakdar chamdi pe laga diye. Vikram ki jhaanto ka abhi abhi wax kiya hua pura area chaatne lagi.
“ab der nahi ho rahi tujhe?”
Kiran ke muh se bas “ammmm…” aur tej tej naak se garm saanse hi nikal pai. Vikram ka lund ab tak khada ho chukka tha. Kiran ne ek hath uske shirt ke andar se uske bheem jaise seene pe ragad diya, dusre se pant ko bina khole hi niche khincha. Ab bade struggle ke sath Vikram ka lund khud bahar aane ko tadapne laga.
Kiran ne pant ko jitna niche kheencha us se Vikram ke lund ka head aur uske aand uski jaangho ke beech me gahre dhans gaye lekin baki sara lund aur pura jhaanto ka area kiran ke muh ke samne khulla fail gaya. Kiran ne vikram ke pure v-shape ko chat chat ke geela kar diya aur daanto se hi pakad ke uske tadap tadap ke jhatke khate hue lund ko pura bahar nikala.
Kareeb 7.5 inch ka mota lund aisa dikh raha tha jaise wo bhi Vikram ke sath gym me khoob kasrat karta hai. Ek full size ki kheera kakdi!
Pichhe ki taraf se dekho to vikram ki gaand ki naali adhi dikh rahi thi upar se, balls puri pant ke andar aur lund aur pelvis pure khulle, bahar aane ke baad ek second ke liye bhi lund hilte hilte ruka nahi. Jaise koi baccha neend ke mare apni gardan sambhal nahi pata aur jhapkiyan khata hai waise kabhi idhar kabhi udhar apne hi bhaari wajan se girte padte hue Vikram ke had se jyada tannaye hue lund ko 2 minute tak kiran ne pyar aur gaur se dekha.
Wo apne pati se itna pyar kyu karti hai, wo Vikram ki body se jyada uske lund ko dekh ke samajh me aata hai. Pura gusse me aa jaye to lund itna tannata hai ke kheenchne par bhi horizontal ho jane se jyada ek dgree bhi niche nahi jhukta. Vikram agar oonchi table pe khada ho jaye aur kiran 5-10 kg wajan ghata le to main shart laga sakta hu ke kiran dono hatho se Vikram ka khada lund pakad ke aram se jhoola jhool sakti hai.
Ye aadmi jis ko chodega wo jindagi bhar kisi dusre lund ke bare me sochega/sochegi bhi nahi.
Vikram ne kaha – “Ek bar choot me aur ek bar gaand me aadhi raat ko 3 ghante tak le chuki hai, ab kya?”
Kiran ne sirf exhale kiya aur kaha – “Muh baaki hai na!”. Khair, lund ko dekhu, ke khau, ya pi jau ya choos lu ye decide nahi kar pa rahi kiran ne bahot hi gahri saans bhar k uske lund ki, chaddi ki aur cologne ki smell ko enjoy kiya. Itne me Vikram k lund ki tight foreskin pe pre-cum chip-chip karne lag gaya.
“An…nahi nahi…sirf soonghne se kaam nahi chalega ab!” bolke Vikram ne kiran ki chin pakad ke jabde dabaye taki uska muh khul jaye. Muh khulte hi duser hath se apne lund ki foreskin piche kheench ke kiran ki zaban pe lund ka topa ragad diya. Ragadte ragadte dhire dhire wo topa kiran ke tonsils ko choone laga.
Halanki adha lund hi andar ja ke tonsils ki ghanti baja raha tha fir bhi kiran ki aankhe ansoo se bhar gai aur use ubakiyan aane lagi. Kiran ki aankho me bhi namkeen pani aur muh par bhi vikram ke lund se jharta hua namkeen pani. Kiran ne pre-cum ka sara namkeen taste apne thook ke sath nigal liya aur doodh ki desi kulfi ki tarah aur jyada jyada chusne lagi.
Vikram ne fir se bahot koshish ki ke kiran ka sar pakad kar bas ek bar pura uske halak me apna lund fit kar de aur kiran khud bhi yehi chahti thi lekin uski capacity nahi hai. Ye koshish hamesha ki tarah aj bhi vikram ki fail hui.
Fir bhi kuchh der tak isi tarah chusaane ke bad vikram ne kiran ke soft soft gaalo aur hotho par andar bahar ragadte hue lund ka juice charo taraf faila diya. Kiran ne use piya nahi ulta Vikram ke lund aur jhaanto ke area pe hi apne hotho se masal ke uski pant wapas upar kar di.
Kiran muh dho aai lekin Vikram ko saaf nahi karne diya. Boli – “Aap kaha ja rahe ho jo? Bajar ja ke mujhe mummy ke yaha chhod ke wapas hi aaoge, fir main to kal aaungi. To saaf kar ke kya karoge raat ko naha hi lena direct. Kisi ke samne nanga hone to jaoge nahi, mujhe aap pe pura bharosa hai.
Koi ladki bhi hath laga degi aap ki chaddi me fir bhi aap dur hat jaoge main janti hu. Mujhe kisi apsara se bhi koi khatra nahi.”
Act-2 / Scene 1
Place – Indore ke Rajbada market ki ek shop, shop me thodi bheed bhaad aur mosam me bhari garmi aur tez dhoop.
Shop me kiran bahot busy hai aur Vikram yunhi khada-khada bore ho raha hai, jitna fresh, clean aur khushboodar har taraf se dikh raha hai utna hi ganda, paseene, smell aur ddhule hue cum se chip-chip apni chaddi me hai.
Idhar udhar bazaar me nazre ghuma raha hai. Jis dukan pe wo khada hai usme se andar se koi abhi abhi uske paas se nikal ke gaya jisne sirf uske lund pe hath hi nahi fera, balki thode se pressure se uske lund ko aand tak daba bhi diya.
Vikram ne jhat se neeche dekha. Hath lagane wala hath hata ke kuchh kadam aage badh chukka tha. Vikram ne uski taraf dekha. Ek dubla patla (exactly dressed as vikram, par sab kuchh white color me) 5’1’’ ka gora ladka palat ke Vikram ki aankho me ek bar dekh ke dukan ke bahar ja ke khada ho gaya.
Koi 5 minute baad Vikram ki nazar wapas udhar gai. Wo ladka ab ek pole par tike hue vikram ko hi dekhe jar aha tha. Ab Vikram ne apni eye-brows ko sikod ke dhyan se use dekhna shuru kiya.
Khuli chhati ka white tight t-shirt, patli gol gardan, koi adma’s apple hai hi nahi, one sided hair cur, chhoti chhoti aankhe, lambe laal aur patle hoth, kaano me studs, ladkiyo jaisi ujli skin, roj doodh se nahata hai shayad, baal sar ke alawa kabhi shareer par ugenge bhi nahi shayad, ek dum slim fit fir bhi shareer ka ek ek curve tight kapdo me pura jhalak raha hai, jiska seena abhi uga hi nahi aisi 18 saal ki gym-fit ladki ke shareer par chhote se ladke ka chahra.
Vikram bhi uske attraction se aankhe hata nahi paya aur wo ladka to hata sakta bhi nahi tha Vikram jaise shareer par se. Kuchh der serious looks dono ne lagatar share kiye aur wo ladka ab tadapne ki halat me aa gaya.
Vikram ko laga ke ab ye rone hi wala hai to wo bola – “A..aa…a..kiran! Tu dekh le job hi dekhna hai, main thodi gaadi side me laga ke aata hu.” Kah ke wo dukan se bahar aa gaya aur us ladke ke paas jake direct pooch liya – “Kya bachhe? Khayega kya mujhe?”
Bachha darne ke bajay hans diya aur bola “Khana to nahi chahta par kuchh peena jaroor chahta hu.”
Vikram ne kaha “What? Kya chahiye bhai? Baat kya hai? Main kuchh samjha nahi.”
Ladka bola – “Dekho sir! Can I call you sir? You are elder to me so…”
Vikram – “Hmm..mm.. go on!”
Ladka bola – “Mera naam Moinder hai, aap mujhe Monty bol sakte hain. Aur baat ye hai ke main ek gay hu, aap ko dekh ke rah nahi saka. Jo dil me hai saaf saaf honestly bata raha hu, bura lage to just say No and I’ll take my way. But haan kahte ho to aap ko pata chal jayega ke main bachha hu ya kya hu.”
Vikram – “Kya? Bolo?”
Monty – “Mujhe aap se chudna hai, aap ka cum peena hai!”
Vikram ka koi expression change nahi hua. Wo kya bole samajh hi nahi aya, par sochne laga ke kya sach me ye ladka mera cum piyega?
Monty – “If that offended you in any ways, please forgive me. Here is my card. Massage karta hu. Think and if it interests you, please call me. Bye handsome!”
Jaate hue monty ko vikram ne fir neeche se dekha. White patle kapde ki pant me se red cut underwear saaf dikh rahi thi.
Indian gay sex play of a straight man’s seduction
Act 3 / Scene 1
Place – Vikram ka wohi ghar. Vikram sofe pe adhnanga pada kuchh padh raha hai. Sirf shorts pahane hue hai, wo bhi sofe par khinch ke adha niche hai, aadhi gaand dikh rahi hai. Sham ka wakt.
Shaam hui. Kiran apni mummy ke yaha hai, kal aayegi aur Vikram ki raat hote hi halat kharab hone lagti hai. Lund ko geela aur garm kasa hua tight cover use har raat chahiye hi chahiye.
Bazar se wapas aya tab se hi Monty ki shakl bhi hat hi nahi rahi uske samne se. Badi der tak sochne ke baad akhir usne monty ko phone laga hi liya – “Aa jao!”
Monty – “Kahan? Where do you reside?”
Vikram – “Rajendra Nagar!”
Monty – “that’s cool! I am in Silicon city! Give me just half an hour!”
