Hindi Gay sex story — Ghulaami

Ghulaami

Taariq ki chinta badhti hi jaa rahi thi. Voh ab 23 saal ka ho chuka tha, MCom poora kar liya tha, magar use koyi naukri nahin dena chahta tha. Usne koshishein aur minnatein bahut ki, magar Bombay mein naya hone ke kaaran use koyi kaam nahin dena chahta tha. Isliye jab use ek coaching class mein Maths padhaane ka offer aaya, tab tankhvaah ki chinta na karte usne voh kaam le liya. Chheh mahine beet chuke. Usne badi lagan se apne students to padhaya aur apne boss ko khush kiya. Tareeq ko lag raha tha ki ab uske achche din aane vaale hain. Magar phir us class mein admission liya teen doston ne – Sujal, Afzal aur John. 12th ke students the, magar padhne mein bahut kamzor. Teenon ameer the, classes mein bikes par aate the aur mahenge mobiles rakhte the. Teenon ek aur class mein jaate the; magar maths mein kamzor hone ke kaaran unke maata pita ne unke liye Tareeq ke class mein extra coaching ke liye daakhil kiya tha.

Tareeq ko unhone samjhaya tha ki inko dabaav mein laakar hi padhaana padega. Tareeq ne yeh chunouti sweekar kar li. Ek din Tareeq ne apna class shuru kar liya tha. Sujal, Afzal aur John gaayab the. Kareeb aadhe ghante baad unki bikes ka aawaaz Tareeq ne suna. Teenon class mein aaye aur bina Tareeq ki anumati liye, ghus gaye. Tareeq ne kuch nahin kaha. Usne apna lecture jaari rakha. Lecture Integration ka tha, jo ki 12th ke liye ek bahut aavashyak topic hai. Tareeq ne ek naya sum board par likha aur apne students ko use solve karne ka tareeka bataane ko kaha. Sab students soch rahe the, magar teenon dost kuch dilchaspi nahin bata rahe the.

Tab Tareeq ne John se kaha, “John, tum bataao. Hum iske liye kaunsa formula istemaal karenge?” John ne sochne ka naatak kiya.

“Sir… Sir…” kehkar voh ruk gaya.

“Bataao John,” Tareeq ne kaha.

“Itna difficult nahin hai. Humne aisa ek problem kal hi solve kiya tha.” John nahin bata paaya.

Tareeq ne Sujal ki taraf dekha, magar nazar bachane ke liye voh khidki ke baahar dekhne laga. Afzal ne apni kitaab mein apni aankhein gadaa li. Tareeq ko gussa aaya. “Maine kal itni mehnat se yeh formula samjhaya tha, magar aaj tum teenon ka yeh haal hai,” usne kaha.

“Tum teenon gadhe ho, hazaar baar samjhaane par bhi kuch tum logon ke dimaag mein nahin ghusega. Gobar jo bhara hai vahaan.” Yahi Tareeq ki galti thi. 18-19 saal ke ladke is tarah ka apmaan sehte bhi nahin hai aur bhulte bhi nahin.

“Ab tum teenon mere class mein nahin baithoge,” Tareeq ne kaha. “Tab tak nahin jab tak tum log padhne mein ruchi nahin bataate ho.

Get out, I say.” Kuch der tak sannata tha. Phir teenon uthe. Apni kitaabein lekar voh log class se baahar chale gaye.

Jaate-jaate teenon ne Tareeq ko ek gussebhari nigaah de di. Tareeq saat baje class khatam karke apne one-room bhaade ke flat mein jaata tha. Voh galli se guzar raha tha ki saamne use Sujal, Afzal aur John apni motor bikes par dikhe. Teenon shaayad uski raah dekh rahe the. Tareeq kuch simta, magar chalta raha. Use un teenon se hokar guzarna tha. Jab voh kareeb aaya, tab Afzal ne use rok liya.

“Hello sir,” usne kaha. “Hello,” Tareeq ne kaha.

“Hato, mujhe ghar jaana hai.” “Ghar bhi chale jaana,” Sujal ne kaha. “Pehle in gadhon se to mil lo.” “Dekho, doston,” Tareeq ne kaha, “Main aaj gusse mein tha, sorry. Magar main tumhari bhalaai ke liye bolta hoon. Padhoge to hi aage chalkar…” “Chup be maadarchod!” John ne achaanak zor ki aawaaz se kaha. Tareeq dar kar chup baith gaya. Usne dekha ki John cigarette pee raha tha. “Idhar bhi teri tein-tein nahin sunni hai. Chutya saala, hamaara insult karta hai!” Tareeq bilkul baukhla gaya tha. Use samajh nahin aa raha tha ki kya kare. “I am sorry,” usne kaha. “Aage se aisa nahin karunga.” Sujal ne apni jeb mein ek haath daala. Phir ek hi pal mein usne doosre haath se Tareeq ka gala pakda aur jeb se ek cutter nikaal liya.

Tareeq rone jaise ho gaya.

“Dil to kar raha hai yeh chura tere gaand mein ghusa doon,” Sujal ne kaha. “Magar aise nahin. Tune hamaara insult kiya hai. To hum bhi tera karenge.

Chal hamaare saath.” “Mujhe maaf kar do,” Tareeq sisakne laga. “Jaane do.” John ne ek kaskar thappad Tareeq ke gaal par lagaya.

“Baith bike par!” usne hukum diya Tareeq chupchaap rote rote John ke peeche vaali seat par baith gaya. Sujal aur Afzal bhi apni apni bikes par baithe aur chaaron chal diye.

Kareeb aadhe ghante baad John ne ek puraane se building ke paas apni bike rok di. Baaki donon ne bhi apni bikes ruka di.

“Chal,” John ne Tareeq ko sirf ek shabd kaha. Chaaron building ke andar ghuse. Seedhiyon se teesri manzil par aaye. Phir Afzal ne ek darwaaze par chaabi ghumayi aur sab us kamre mein ghuse. Tareeq ne aaju baaju dekha. Kamra chhota tha, magar ganda nahin. Kamre ke beechobeech ek table tha. Usse lagkar teen kursiyaan thi. Side par ek chhota sa bar tha, jisme kuch bottles aur glasses the. “Kya dekhta hai?” John ne poocha.

“Yeh humaara adda hai – Afzal ke baap ka puraana flat. Yahaan hum har tarah ki masti karte hai. Magar aaj kuch aur planning hai.” Afzal aage badha. “Aaj apun jo bolega, vaisaich tu karega. Hum teenon tera maalik hai, aur tu apun ka ghulaam.” John aur Afzal kursiyon par baith gaye. Sujal ne kaha, “Main ise taiyaar karta hoon.” Sujal Tareeq ke paas aaya. “Shirt utaar,” usne kaha. “Nahin,” Tareeq bola. Sujal ka thappad uske gaalon par pada. Tareeq ne apna shirt utaar kar zameen par rakh diya. Uski chaati par halke se baal the, aur nipples abhi abhi kaale nahin huye the.

Teenon uski chaati ko dekh rahe the. “Ab yeh,” Sujal ne kaha aur Tareeq ki jeans ki taraf ishaara kiya. Tareeq ne is baar kuch nahin kaha. Usne apni jeans bhi utaar kar zameen par phaink di. “Underwear bhi!” Tareeq ne sharmaate huye apni underwear neeche ki. Sharam ke maare uske gaal bhi laal ho gaye the. Uska lund ab khuli nigaah mein tha, aur sharam ke maare khada ho gaya tha. John aur Afzal mawaalion ke tarah hans rahe the. Phir Afzal ne apna mobile nikaal kar camera on kiya.

“Nahin, please nahin,” Tareeq ne kaha, magar teenon hanste hi jaa rahe the. Sujal ka chaaku ab bhi baahar tha, aur Tareeq khamosh hua. “Isko punishment dete hai,” John ne kaha, “Voh kaunsa hum logon ko teachers dete the school mein” “Utthak baithak?” Afzal ne kaha. “Murga…” Sujal ne kaha. “Haan, murga,” John ne kaha. “Usmein zyaada sharam aati hai. Aur uska lund uske munh ke ekdum paas aa jaayega.” “Chal murga ban,” Sujal ne kaha. Tareeq ne dheere se apni taangein door ki, aur beech mein se apne haath nikaalkar apne kaan pakad liye. Afzal shooting nikaal hi raha tha. Uska video camera on tha. Achcha view lene ke liye voh paas aaya. Usne Tareeq ke gaand ka close shot liya, aur phir neeche baithkar uska lund bhi shoot kiya. Sujal ne Tareeq ki gaand par apna haath phailaya. John ne drinks nikaal liye. Sujal aur Afzal Tareeq ko murga chhod table par jaa baithe. Sujal ko ek idea aaya. Usne John aur Afzal se kaha, “Ab mazaa dekho.” “Abey maadarchod, idhar aa,” usne Tareeq se kaha. Tareeq utha aur aage aaya. Uske lauda ab bhi khada tha. “Table ke neeche ghus jaa.” John ne Afzal ko aankh maari.

Table chhota tha, aur Tareeq ko neeche jaane mein thodi dikkat huyi. Mushkil se voh ghusa. Voh andar jaate hi, Sujal, John aur Afzal ne apni taangein phaila li aur Tareeq ko andar kaid kar liya. Andar Tareeq nanga baitha tha, aur use teenon jawaan ladkon ke jeans ke crotch ke siva kuch nahin dikh raha tha. Usne dhyaan se dekha. John ke faded blue jeans mein se uske lund ka bulge dikh raha tha. Uska lund ek side par ho gaya tha. Tareeq samajh gaya ki John ka lund bhi khada hai. Utne mein Afzal ne apna haath apne crotch par rakh liya. “Chal be chutye, ab kaam pe lag jaa,” Afzal ne kaha. “Humaare teenon ke laudon ko baari baari se choom.” “Bilkul nahin,” Tareeq ne kaha. “To yeh video clip ka mazaa sab le sakenge,” usne kaha. “Nahin,” Tareeq ne kaha. “To iska simple solution yeh hai,” John ne kaha, “Ki tu humaara lauda choosne lag.” Tareeq pehle Afzal ke paas gaya. Usne uska haath hataakar uske jeans ke golaai par ek chumban rakha.

Uske jeans se mardaane paseene ke sugandh aa rahi thi. Phir Tareeq ne John ke laude par apne honth rakh diye. John ka crotch mahenge perfume se mahek raha tha. Phir aayi Sujal ki baari. Vahaan use cigarette ki khushboo aane lagi. Tareeq ne kabhi sex nahin kiya tha. Use dheere dheere mazaa aane laga. “Ab ooper ooper se hi kiss maarega ya jeans kholega bhi?” John ne poocha. Tareeq ne pehle John ka jeans khola, aur uske laude ko aazaad kiya. Phir Sujal aur Afzal ki baari aayi. John ka lund sabse lamba aur mota tha, Sujal ka bilkul gora tha aur Afzal ke sabse zyaada jhaantein thi. Ab to Tareeq jaise paagal ho gaya. Voh kabhi John ka lund choosta to kabhi Sujal ya Afzal ka. Saath hi voh apna khud ka lund bhi hila raha tha. Jab voh ek ladke ka lund choosta, tab baaki do apna lund khud hilaate. Voh John ka lund choos raha tha, ki Sujal ka maal nikal gaya. Uska safed ras Tareeq ki peeth par gira. Utne mein John ne bhi uske munh mein chhod diya. Ek pal baad Afzal ka virya Tareeq ki chaati par gira. Tareeq itna uttejit ho gaya ki usne bhi apna maal chhod diya.

Chaaron nange ladke apna apna lund saaf karne lage. John Tareeq ke paas aaya aur usne Tareeq ke kandhe par haath rakha. “Kaisa laga?” John ne poocha. “Kya?” Tareeq ne poocha. “Ban mat,” Afzal ne kaha. “Mazaa aaya ya nahin?” “Jhoot nahin bolunga,” Tareeq ne kaha. “Bahut mazaa aaya.” “Good,” Sujal ne kaha. “Humein bhi bahut mazaa aaya.” “Ab main jaa sakta hoon?” Tareeq ne dheeme se kaha. “Kyun?” John ne poocha, “Humein Maths nahin padhaayega?” Tareeq use dekhte raha. John hansa. “Haan be,” usne kaha. “Hum sachmuch gadhe hi hai. Yeh to sirf tu itna …chikna hai isliye humne kiya. Ab humein padhayega nahin? Humne kitaabein bhi saath laayi hain.” “Sorry,” Sujal ne kaha. “Sorry, Tareeq,” Afzal ne kaha. “Dost?” John ne kaha aur haath badhaya. Chaaron ne haath milaya aur hansne lage. “Chalo to padhaai ho jaaye. Aaj aur aaj ke baad isi tarah, yahaan, roz.” John ne kaha. “Magar isse pehle ek ek drink aur. Humaare naye dost Tareeq ke naam.”

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