Desi Gay Sex Story: Baarish aur Barber

Desi Gay Sex Story: Baarish and Barber

Desi Gay Sex Story:
This is a true story, that occurred with me on 26 July, 2005 – the day
of the Bombay deluge.

26 July ko Bombay ki tez baarish mein phasnewaalon mein main bhi ek
tha. Us din main apne kaam par gaya tha, aur roz ki tarah shyaam ke
paanch baje main choot kar ghar ki taraf aa raha tha. Magar tez
baarish ke kaaran koyi bhi rickshaw wala mere ghar ki taraf aane ko
taiyyar nahin tha. Buses bhi nahin the. Isliye main paidal hi ghar ki
taraf chalne laga. Mera ghar mere office se paanch kilometer door hai.

Baarish ho rahi thi aur sab jagah teen-chaar foot tak paani hi paani
tha. Kisi tarah mushkil se chalte-chalte main ghar ki taraf badh raha
tha. Chalna aasaan nahin tha, paani ka bahav tez tha. Ooper se baarish
bhi ho rahi thi. Kareeb do ghante is tarah chalne ke baad, main mere
pehchaan waale raaste par aa gaya. Vahaan se vaise to mera ghar sirf
kuch aadhe kilometer doori par tha, magar us din itna faasla bhi bahut
lag raha tha. Raaste mein mere pehchaan waale kaafi log the. Sabhi
mushkil se chale jaa rahe the. Utne mein voh hair-cutting saloon mujhe
dikha jahaan main hamesha haircut aur shave ke liye jaata hoon. Dukaan
khuli thi, magar koyi customer nahin tha. Sirf dukaan chalane wala
baahar khada tha. Uska naam Ashish hai. Usne mujhe dekha. Uski umar
utni hi hai jitni meri, 25, isliye meri aur uski dosti hi thi. Usne
mujhe naam se bulaya aur kahaa, “Arey Dinesh, andar aa ja.” Maine kaha
ki der ho rahi hai aur ghar jaana hai. To usne kaha, “Arey, poora
bheeg gaya hai. Thodi der baith jaa, phir jaana.” Maine uski baat maan li.

Andar jaakar, usne mujhe kaha, “Ponch le apne aap ko. Kuch der baith
jaa; paani utar jayega tab jaana.” Usne mujhe ek towel diya. Maine
apna sar poncha. Phir shirt utaari aur apni chaati ponchi. Ashish
mujhe dekh raha tha. Uski nigaahein mere nipples par thi. Maine use
dekha to usne nazren jhuka li. Asal main Ashish par meri nazar bahut
time se hai. Voh bahut chikna aur lamba hai, kareeb 6 foot. Average
muscular hai, magar built achcha hai. Uska face to itna masoom aur
sunder hai ki apne dukaan ki modelling voh khud hi karta hai. Mujhe
bahut samay se aise kisi mauke ki talaash thi. Jab bhi main uske
dukaan mein jaata voh customers ke saath bahut busy rehta. Main sirf
usi se shave ya haircut karata, aur kisi se nahin. Kabhi kabhi uski
jeans mere haath se ragad jaati to main jhoom uthata. Kai baar armpits
shave karane ke bahane main uske saamne bina shirt ke ho jaata tha.
Voh bade pyaar se mere armpits shave karta, aur us vakt uska haath
mere chaati par rehta.

Mere trousers bhi geele the, par maine voh nahin utaare. Ashish ne
poocha, “Shave karoon?” Maine socha, ab khali baithne se yahi achcha
hai. Main kursi par baith gaya. Shirt sukhane ke liye rakh diya tha.
Ashish ne mere face par cream lagaya. Ham baarish ki baatein kar rahe
the. Ashish bade hi dheere se razor chala raha tha. Itne mein maine
notice kiya ki uska jeans mere haath se lag raha hai. Mujhe kuch bulge
jaisa feel hua. Maine mera haath thoda sarkaya. Magar Ashish apna
position badalkar phir apna jeans mere haath ke paas ragadne laga.
Mera lauda khada hone laga. Trouser geeli hone ke kaaran mera khada
lund saaf dikh raha tha. Tab Ashish ne razor neeche giraya. Razor
bilkul mere taangon ke beech lund ke paas gir gaya. Ashish razor
uthane gaya, to uska haath mere lund ko lag gaya. Usko sab samajh
gaya. Voh muskuraya. Main bhi muskuraya.

Shaving ho gaya. Phir Ashish ne dukaan ka shutter band kiya. Voh phir
mere paas aaya aur bola, “Aur koyi service?” Voh mere lund ki taraf
dekh raha tha, jiske ooper maine apna hath rakh liya tha. Usne kaha,
“Tera pant geela hai, nikaal de.” Maine na kaha. Usne poocha kyun. To
main bola, “Mujhe sharam aati hai.” Usne kaha, “Usmein kaisi sharam?
Theek hai, main bhi mera shirt pant utaar deta hoon. Phir chalega?”
Maine trouser utaar diya. Neeche jockey ka v-cut underwear pehna tha.
Voh rehne diya. Ashish ne apna shirt utaara. Uski chaati par bilkul
baal nahin the. Maine kaha, “Sahi hai dost teri chaati.” Voh
muskuraya. Phir usne jeans utaara. Neeche boxers the. Uski taangon par
bhi baal nahin the. Uska chikna badan dekhkar main paagal ho raha tha
aur mera lauda bilkul khada mere jockey mein hullad macha raha tha.
Ashish aage badha aur usne mere laude par hath rakh diya, “Chal abhi
iska bhi kuch karta hoon.” Main haath hataana chahta tha, magar ekdum
kaamuk ho gaya tha. Uske havale main apna lund kar diya. Mera jockey
usne utaara. Usne kaha, “Arey yaar, itna must lauda tu ab tak mujhse
chipa raha tha?” Maine use kaha, “Le le yaar, ab se yeh tera hi
khilona hai.” Usne mera lauda hath mein pakadkar hilaaya aur mere
nipples ko halke se choosne laga. Phir apna munh neeche le jaakar mere
lund par rakh diya. Ek rundi ke jaise use choosne laga. Main bhi uski
gori peeth ko sehla raha tha. Phir main thoda jhook gaya aur uske
boxers ke andar peeche se haath daalne laha.

Main uski gaand ki maalish karne laga. Uska boxers neeche utaara. Phir
maine thoda sa gel mere haathon par laga liya. Apni chikni ungliyon se
uski gaand ki maalish karne laga. Voh mera lauda maje se choos raha
tha. Tab maine meri do ungliyaan uski gaand mein ghusa di aur uski
gaand apni ungliyon se maarne laga.

Phir maine usko uthaya. Use kaha, “Chal be, rand saale, ab ghoom ja.”
Voh bade maje se ghoom gaya. Maine apna lauda uski gaand ki taraf
laaya. Ek minute tak uske gaand par ragadte gaya. Phir ek jor ke
dhakke ke saath uske gaand mein mera poora saat inch ka lund ghused
diya. Uski gaand maarne laga. Voh pehle halke halke phir jor jor ki
aawazein nikaalne laga. Main paanch minute tak uski gaand phaadte raha.

Phir main ruk gaya. Uske palta diya aur uska munh mere lund ke paas
rakh diya. Usi vakt mere laude ka garam paani uske munh mein chalak
gaya. Voh paagal pyaase ki tarah use munh mein lene laga.

Khud ko poori tarah se saaf karne ke baad, maine use kaha, “Yaar,
mujhe maaloom nahin tha ki tu behnchod itna mere laude ka diwana hai.”
Usne kaha, “Hoon to, dost, magar kehne se darta tha. Aaj baarish nahin
rukegi. Tu raatbhar yahin thehar jaa.”

Hot and wild desi gay sex story of a wild and crazy time a guy had with his Barber on a rainy day!

Bas phir kya tha. Saari raat maine uske saloon mein guzaari. Raat bhar
ham donon nange pade rahe aur chaar baar maine uski gaand maari. Usne
bhi do baar meri gaand maari. Raat bhar ham nahin soye.

Ab jab bhi mujhe shave karana hota hai, to main use phone kar deta
hoon. Voh apna saaman lekar mere ghar hi aa jaata hai, jahaan main
akela rehta hoon. Ismein kehne ki baat nahin hai, ki jab main use
bulaata hoon, uski dukaan ke baaki customers ko saara din ‘closed’ ka
sign dikhta hai.