Hindi Gay sex story — Sazaa paane mein bhi bahut mazaa

Sazaa paane mein bhi bahut mazaa

Jab main school mein tha, tab mere ek dost Saagar ke pitaji mujhe padhaate the. Saagar bhi mere hi umar ka tha aur hum donon ko ve saath mein hi padhaate the. Saagar ke pitaji bahut achche the, magar padhaai mein bahut strict. Roz humein koyi na koyi sazaa dete – kabhi murga banaate, to kabhi utthak baithak to kabhi aur kuch. Ek din to unhone hum donon ko nanga karke poori dopahar terrace par khada rakha tha. Yeh silsila tenth standard tak chalu raha. Phir Saagar ka parivar Bombay chodkar chala gaya.

Dus saal beet gaye. Phir ek din achanak mujhe raste par Saagar dikha. Voh pehle itna sundar nahin tha, magar ab to nikhar gaya tha. Uska rang saavla ho chuka tha aur shakal kuch kuch Rahul Dravid jaisi. Usne mujhe dekhte hi pehchaan liya. Vahi raste par humne ek doosre ke haalchaal pooche. Saagar ab kaam ke liye phir se Bombay aa gaya tha – ek flat usne instalment par liya tha, vahin akela rehta tha. Humne us raat uske ghar par dinner karne ka plan kiya.

Raat ko main uske ghar gaya. Mujhe Saagar bahut achcha laga tha, pata nahin kyun mujhe uske prati aakarshan ho gaya tha. Pehle to kabhi main uske baarein mein sochta bhi nahin tha. Magar us din main bahut ban-thankar aur ek Royal Stag ka khamba lekar uske ghar pahuncha. Usne ek faint yellow GAP wala T-shirt aur grey kate hue jeans ka shorts pehna tha. Kuch hi der mein humaare peene ka silsila shuru hua.

“Pitaji kaise hain?” maine pehla peg khatam hone par poocha. Un nasheele aankhon mein mujhe Saagar aur bhi khoobsoorat lag raha tha. Uske baal ab ghungraloo ho gaye the aur usne use lambe rakhe the.
“Achche hain,” usne kaha. “Yaad aatein hain tujhe?”
“Kaise nahin aayenge yaar! Kitna pareshan karte the humein, nahin?”
Saagar hansa. Phir bola, “Tu to bach gaya. Magar mujhe to abhi bhi nahin chhodte hain.”
“Kya! Abhi bhi? Abhi to tu pachees saal ka hai!”

“To kya hua?” Saagar ne kaha. “Unke saamne to meri gaand hi fat jaati hai. Ab Bombay aane se just pehle hi mujhe cigarette peete hue pakda. Phir kya tha, poora din mujhe sirf isi chaddi mein kursi par khada rakha. Aur haath bhi ooper.”
“Sach?” maine ascharya se poocha. “Nahin to kya! Tu to pitaji ko jaanta hi hai.”
“To tune cigarette peena chhoda ki nahin?” maine poocha.

Meri nazar uske chaddi par thi jahaan uska saaman kaid pada tha. “Abey, koyi chhodta hai kya?” Usne ek Gold Flake ka pack nikala aur mujhe diya.

“Le maarega?” mujhe poocha.
Maine cigarette lekar jala li. Phir maine himmat karke use kaha, “Dost, ek game khelte hai.”
“Kya, teen patti?” usne poocha.
“Nahin yaar. Ek naya game. Khelega?”
“Bol to bataaun,” usne kaha.

“Saagar, sach baat to yeh hai ki mujhe tere daddy se sazaa paane mein bahut mazaa aata tha. Ab to itne saal ho gaye, kisine mujhe sazaa di hi nahin. Tu apne pitaji ki tarah ban jaa aur mujhe sazaa de.”
“Paagal ho gaya hai kya?” Saagar ne poocha.
“Ismein paagal ki kya baat hai? Try to kar. Mazaa aayega.”
Saagar sochne lag gaya. Phir kaha, “Theek hai. Karte hai.”

Feel sahi lagne ke liye Saagar ne mujhe kapde pehnaye. Usi tarah ke jaise humara school uniform hua karta tha. Ek safed sleeveless shirt, blue zip wali half pant aur ek blue tie. Maine apne aapko aaine mein dekha. Chaddi chhoti thi, Saagar ki hi puraani waali. Mera lund phoolkar zip ke taraf dikh raha tha.

Padhai chalu huyi. Main palati maarkar zameen par baith gaya. Saagar ooper sofe par. Usne apne pitaji ki tarah moti aawaaz nikaalkar kaha, “Bol Vicky, homework kiya hai?”
Maine ekdum darne jaisi shakal banayi. “Bhool gaya sir,” maine kaha.

Voh gusse mein khada ho gaya. “Kaisa gadha hai re tu!” usne kaha, bilkul uske pita ki tarah. “Roz yahi naatak hai tera!” Voh mere paas aakar khada raha. Kyunki main zameen par tha, ooper dekhte hi mujhe uski chaddi mein se uska ubhaar dikh gaya. Meri khud ki chaddi mein bhi mujhe gudgudee ho rahi thi.

Usne mera kaan pakda. Itna kaske ki meri cheekh nikli. “Aaj tujhe main aise sabak sikhaunga ki tu kabhi bhoolega nahin. Chal khada ho.”
Main sehma khada ho gaya.

“Shirt utaar tera,” usne kaha, “Tere jaise naalayakon ko sharam dilaani chahiye.”

Maine apna shirt dheere dheere utaara. Ab main sirf tie aur half pant mein tha.
Saagar ne ek jhalak mere mardaane nipples par daali aur phir bola, “Chal, ab murga ban ja.”
Saagar ne mere gaal par ek thappad raseed kiya. Ab uske haath bhi taakatvar se. Thappad zabardast laga tha, isliye mere aankhon mein paani aane laga. Un geeli aankhon ko lekar, main dheere se jhuka. Halke se mere haath mere taangon ke beech mein se nikaalkar maine apne kaan pakad liye. Murga banne par mujhe mera lauda chaddi mein dikha. Mujhe dard ho raha tha, magar yeh bhai mast maze mein khada hokar chaddi phaadne hi wala tha.

Phir Saagar andar jaakar ek belt lekar aaya. “Tu kabhi nahin sudhrega,” usne kaha, “Sharam ke saath tujhe dard bhi chahiye.” Usne belt khola aur usse mere gaand par ek de maara. Main kas gaya, aur doosri maar mere gaand par padi. Saagar ek minute ke liye ruk gaya. Maine ulte se dekha ki voh apna T-shirt nikaal raha hai. Ab voh bhi mere tarah sirf chaddi mein tha. Farak sirf itna tha ki main murga bankar apni gaand laal karva raha tha aur voh mujhe belt se maar raha tha. Teesri maar ke baad voh meri taangon ke beech baith gaya aur mujhe dekhne laga. “Bol, chutye, aur kabhi aayega bina kaam kiye?” (Saagar ke pitaji gaali kabhi nahin dete the, magar ab voh taav mein aa gaya tha.) “Nahin sir,” maine bilkul dheeme se kaha. Ab mujhe gaand par jalan ho rahi thi, haalaanki chaddi abhi bhi thi. Tab maine Saagar ki chaddi dekhi aur phir meri. Hum donon ke hi lund ab yakeenan must ……khade ho gaye the.
“Chal uth jaa ab,” usne kaha.
“Ho gaya sir?” maine poocha.
“Behnchod, tereko itne mein chhodunga to kal phir teri pooch tedi hogi. Ab to aur baaki hai.”
“Kya sir?”
Saagar ne belt se meri chaddi par ishaara kiya. “Ise utaar de,” usne kaha.
“Nanga karoge sir?”
“Nanga hi nahin, bahut kuch karunga,” usne kaha.

Maine apni chaddi utaar di. Phir andar pehni huyi VIP Frenchie bhi. Mera lauda khule aasmaan ki taraf jhool gaya.
“Lund pe itne jhaatein uge hai, magar akal nahin aayi ab tak,” Saagar ne kaha.

Phir Saagar ek rassi lekar aaya. Us rassi se usne ek khambe par mere haath baandh diye. Ab main bilkul nanga aur besahara tha. Saagar andar se kapde sukhane ke clips lekar aaya. Usne do mere kaan par laga diye. Mujhe dard hua, magar main bandha hua tha. Phir ek-ek mere nipples par. Isse mujhe bahut chubhan huyi. Agle clips usne mere armpits mein chuba diye. Teen-chaar clips mere chaati par yahaan vahaan laga diye aur phir mere lund ko haath mein le liya. Pehla clip mere scrotum ke nichle bhaag par lagaya, gaand ke bilkul paas. Phir doosra mere thaili ke thode ooper. Jahaan bhi jagah mila, vahaan voh meri thailo un clips se bharne laga. Chamdi dabne ke kaaran mera lauda aur bhi tana hua lag raha tha.

Uske baad voh ek naada aur ek chhota sa patthar lekar aaya. Usne mere laude par voh naada baandha, phir us naade ke doosre chhor par usne voh patthar latkaya. Vajan se mujhe dard hone laga aur main dheere dheere rone laga.

Saagar ne mere saamne ek aaina rakh diya taaki main apne aap ko us sharamnaak haalat mein dekh sakoon. Apne mobile se usne mera ek photo bhi liya aur sofe par jaakar baith gaya aur apna lauda masalta raha.

Aakhir usne apni chaddi nikaal di. Mere paas aakar usne mere honthon par ek kiss liya. Us dard ki haalat mein bhi mujhe uska sexiness lag raha tha. Main uske munh ko betahaasha chaatne laga. Voh mere peeche gaya. Main thoda jhukne ki koshish karne laga, magar mmkin nahin tha. Phir usne apna lauda dheere dheere mere gaand mein daalna shuru kiya.

Peeche se voh mujhe maar raha tha aur aage se ek-ek clip nikaalkar vahaan ungli kar raha tha. Anth mein mere laude par se vajan hataakar hilaane laga. Uska garam ras mere gaand par mujhe laga, usi vaqt maine mera paani uske haath mein chhod diya.

Baad mein hum nange hi baithkar daaru peene aur cigarette phoonkne lage.
“Mazaa aayi?” usne poocha.

Maine apne laal laude ko dekha. Meri gaand ab bhi jal rahi thi. Aur mere nipples ab bhi khiche hue the. “Tere pitaji to yeh sab nahin karte the. Kehte hain na, baap ser to beta sava ser!”
Donon hanse.
Agli subah mujhe jaate hue usne kaha, “Yaad rakhna, aaj raat ko. Main bhi bahut chutya ladka hoon. Aaj mujhe sazaa dena tu.” “Bilkul,” maine kaha. “Aaj se humaara education shuru hota hai.”

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