Indian Gay Sex Story: CD wale babu se lauda chuswaya

Indian Gay Sex Story: CD wale babu se lauda chuswaya

Indian Gay Sex Story: Jab main school mein tha, mujhe tabhi se mard pasand aate the. School
ke saare ladkon ko dekhta, yahaan tak ki sir logon ko bhi nahin chodta
tha. Phir main junior college mein gaya, uske baad degree college;
magar mardon ka mera shauk kabhi khatm nahin hua. Vaise maine kabhi
bhi kisi ko approach nahin kiya tha, kyunki mujhe bahut dar lagta tha.
Bas har subah kisi na kisi ladke ke baarein mein sochkar bathroom mein
muth maara karta tha.

Phir jab meri pehli naukri lagi aur mujhe roz Fort jaana padta, tab
mujhe VCDs ka pata chala. Maine hamesha blue films ke baarein mein
suna tha, magar kabhi unhen dekha nahin tha. Ghar par mere room mein
computer bhi tha. Ek din maine socha ki ek blue film ki CD laakar mere
room mein raat ko dekhta hoon. Bas aisa hi iraada karke main office se
jaldi baahar nikla taaki koyi mujhe company na de sake. Main seedhe us
raaste par chalne laga jahaan har tarah ke pirated CDs bikte hai.

Mere haath mein mera briefcase tha. Mujhe mile to gay CD leni thi.
Magar darta tha ki poochoon kaise. Phir maine socha ki straight sex ki
hi CD le lunga, aur lund dekhkar muth marunga. DN Road ka voh lane
Bombay ka ek ajooba hai. Lane ke donon taraf pirated CDs ke stalls
hai. Har stall par do-do jawaan ladke khade rehte hai. Aksar ashleel
baatein karte, ya cigarette peete hue, har aane-jaane wale mard ko
‘Sir CD chahiye’ poochte hai. Agar koyi jawaan mard ho to ‘Sir, hot CD
chahiye – games CD, software CD, sex CD, sab milega’ karke poochte
hai. Main CD se jyaada in ladkon ko dekhkar taav mein aa raha tha.
Achanak mere man mein khayal aaya – Jab yeh ladke log raat ko CDs ek
saath dekhte honge, to kya karte honge?

Inhone mujhe bhi nahin choda. ‘Sir, CD sir’, kehkar mujhe har stall
wala bula raha tha. Main unki taraf dekhkar andekha kar raha tha.
Mujhe CD lena to tha, magar dar bhi lag raha tha. Phir maine ek stall
dekha. Doosre stalls se thoda alag tha. Uske paas ek hi ladka stool
par baithkar cigarette pee raha tha. Usne meri taraf dekha bhi nahin.
Par maine use dekha. Bahut hi chikna tha. Shirt ke do buttons khule
the aur ek tight blue jeans pehna tha. Typical mawali style mein low
stool par taangein phailakar baitha tha, jisse mujhe uske lund ki
golai dikh rahi thi. Mere munh mein paani aaya. Maine socha, chal isi
se CD liya jaaye.

Himmat karke main uske paas gaya aur bola, ‘Counter-Strike ki CD hai?’
Usne meri taraf dekha. Achanak voh furti se khada hua. ‘Hai na sir.’
‘Kitne mein dega?’
‘Sau rupaye ki ek CD sir. Counter-Strike double CD game hai.’
Maine kaha, ‘Theek hai. Doosra kaunsa game hai?’
Usne kaha, ‘Bahut hai, sir. Ek minute.’
Usne ek box nikala. Us box mein CDs hi CDs the. Voh ek-ek karke mujhe
dikhane laga. Main har game ko dekhkar sar hilaane laga. Mera dhyaan
to kisi aur hi baat mein tha.
Yeh CD vaale ladke bahut shaane hote hai. Unhein customer ke reaction
se pata chal jaata hai ki unhein kya chahiye. Usne mujhe dekha aur
taad gaya. Usne poocha, ‘Idhar naya aaya hai, sir?’
‘Haan, pehli baar aaya hoon.’
‘Mere paas doosre type ki CD bhi hai sir. Hot mein.’
Main anjaan ki tarah poocha, ‘Hot mein?’
‘Haan sir. Sex CD.’
Ab direct baat ho gayi. Maine poocha. ‘Chalegi CD? Aisa to nahin ghar
jaakar pata chale ki tu mereko chutya bana gaya?’
‘Aisa kyon bolta hai, sir? Nahin chalega to main idhar baithela hai
na sir!’
Maine kaha, ‘Achcha dikha’.

Usne stall ke peeche se ek kaala bag nikaala. ‘Police pakdegi to
gaand maarti hai, sir. Isliye chupaake rakhna padta hai,’ usne kaha.
Usne sirf ek nazar chaaron taraf daali aur CDs nikaal liye. Main
unhein chaantkar dekhne laga. Sab CDs straight sex ke the. Main thoda
dukhi hua. Phir maine ek CD chuna jiske cover par teen ladke ek ladki
ko chod rahe the. Maine socha teen-teen lund to dekhne ko milenge.
‘Achcha item hai sir,’ usne kaha. ‘Abhi-abhi aayela hai.’
Maine kaha, ‘Matlab baaki ka maal puraana hai?’
‘Nahin sir, lekin yeh current mein hai. Sir, aur do-teen CD le le.
Mazaa aayega.’
Maine theek samjha. Teen aur CD maine select kiya.
Usne kaha, ‘Sir, agar tum every week aayega, to main tumko discount
karunga.’

‘Voh to theek hai, magar agar yeh CDs chalega nahin to?’
‘Chalega sir!’
‘Dekh dost, main rehta hoon Borivali. Bahut door hai. Agar CD nahin
chalega to mera condition samajh sakta hai na? Khade lund par thanda
paani!’
Voh hansa. Uska chehra bhi bahut achcha tha – bilkul chocolate-boy
face. Phir usne kaha, ‘Theek hai sir. Tum pehli baar aayela hai. Tumko
CD check karwata hoon. Okay?’
‘Okay’
Phir usne ek ladke ko ishaara kiya. Kaha, ‘Hasan, idhar aa be. Yeh
mera stall sambhal. Main isko CD check karwake laata hoon.’
Main uske peeche-peeche chalne laga. Voh bola, ‘Sir, yeh building ke
ek room mein apun ladke char ladke log sote hai. VCD player aur TV
hai. Udhar hi check karaata hoon.’
Building bilkul puraana tha. Hum first floor par gaye. Ek room ke
darwaze par taala tha. Usne apne jeb mein haath daalkar chaabi nikali
aur usse taala khola. ‘Aaja, sir,’ voh bola.

Main andar gaya. Andar TV aur player tha aur ek bed tha. ‘Baith sir,’
usne kaha. ‘Main CD chalata hoon. Cigarette piyega?’
Maine usse ek cigarette liya. Usne CD start kiya. Kuch pal baad CD
chaalu hua. Mere liye yeh pehla blue film tha, isliye main taav mein
aaya tha. Mera lauda khada ho raha tha. Use chupane main taangein fold
karke baitha tha. ‘Aaraam se baith sir. Dus-pandrah minute dekh le,
chalega,’ usne kaha.

Usne mujhe cushion diya. Main aaraam se baith gaya. Voh bhi mere
baaju mein aakar baith gaya. ‘Chal raha hai na CD?’
‘Haan’, maine kaha. CD dhamaal tha. Teenon ladke sofa par baithe the
aur ladki baari baari unke laude choos rahi thi. Mera poora khada ho
gaya tha. ‘Kamaal CD hai yaar,’ maine kaha.
‘Main bola tha na? Mera yeh jab bhi dekhta hai to khadaich ho jaata
hai,’ usne kaha.
Maine uske lund ki taraf dekha. Ab golai kuch aur badi lag rahi thi.
‘Tu aaram se baith na sir,’ usne mere jaangh par haath rakhte hue
kaha. ‘Arey sharmaata kyun hai? Achcha, khada ho gayela hai, isliye?’
Main laal laal ho gaya. ‘Isme kya sharmaata hai, sir? Apun ladke log
jab bhi dekhte hai to apun ka sabka khada hota hai. Isme koyi sharam
nahin hai. Baith, taang phailakar baith.’

‘Sachmuch bahut garam CD hai yaar.’
‘Vaakay bhidu,’ voh bola. Phir usne apne laude par haath rakhkar use
dabaane laga. Mujhe dekhkar hansne laga, ‘Arey kya taapta hai, sir?
Tereko bhi muth maarni hai to maar. Idhar koyi nahin hai, sivay apunke.’
Ab mujhe sahan nahin hua. Maine mera shirt nikaal diya aur apne lund
ko hilaane laga. Voh apne haathon se mere nipples ko pinch karne laga.
Mujhe voh bahut achcha lag raha tha, isliye maine kuch nahin bola.
‘Sir, mere paas ek offer hai,’ voh bola.
‘Kya?’

‘Agar tu hazaar rupya dega to mere saath kuch bhi kar sakta hai.’
Ab mujhe uska game samajh mein aaya. Magar mujhe itni chadi huyi thi
ki maine kaha, ‘Dega. Mera lauda choos.’
Usne apna bhi shirt utaara aur meri taangon ke beech baith gaya. Ek
do kiss mere pant ke ooper se mere laude par maar diye aur phir mera
pant utaara. Mera lauda uchalkar uske naak se takra gaya. ‘Sahi lauda
hai, sir tera! Bahut dinon se aisa tandurust lund nahin mila hai.’
‘Kha le, tere liye hi hai,’ maine kaha.
Voh mere laude ko har angle se ghooma ghooma kar choosne laga. Mere
balls ko halke se kaata. Main samajh gaya ki banda anubhavi hai. Isse
gaand nahin marwaunga ya marunga. Par main to naya banda tha. Paanch
minute bhi nahin hue the ki mera ras nikal gaya.

‘Itne jaldi choda sir?’ usne boondein munh mein lete lete kaha.
‘Naya hoon.’
‘Agli baar seekh jaayega, kyun?’ usne mujhe aankh maara.
‘Haan. Ab tera lauda dikha.’
Voh khada ho gaya. Uske khade lund ne uske jeans mein bahut bada
tambu bana rakha tha – lag raha tha jaise abhi phat jayega. Maine us
par haath rakha. Phir use kiss kiya. Voh bola, ‘Sahi jaarela hai bhidu.’
Phir maine uska zip khola. Uska lund kareeb 7.5 inch ka tha. Saavla,
shave kiya hua aur cut. Mere zindagi ka pehla lauda main face to face
dekh raha tha. ‘Le le munh mein,’ voh bola.

Dheere-dheere maine use apne honthon par mehsoos kiya. Mujhe achcha
laga. Phir maine use munh mein le liya. Usne koyi jaldbaazi nahin ki.
Phir maine poora lauda munh mein le liya. Dus minute tak chaatte raha.
Tab tak mera phir se khada ho gaya tha. Main utha aur hum donon ke
laudon ko apne haath mein lekar ek saath muth maarne laga. Ek hi saath
hum donon ne ras choda. Muth maarte maarte main use humaare laudon par
ghasne laga.

Hot and wild Indian gay sex story of a horny and wild guy getting his dick sucked off by a gay CD shop owner!

Vahaan ek chote bathroom mein humne dho liya. ‘Mazaa aaya na?’ usne
poocha.
‘Behad’, maine kaha aur apna briefcase le liya.
‘To pack karoon CD?’

Main muskuraya. ‘Jab mere ko live show milta hai tab tere CD ka kya
faayda?’ maine kaha aur uski khuli jeans ke zip mein hazaar ka ek note
daal diya.
‘Theek hai.’ usne jeans ka zip band kar diya. ‘Phir se aana, sir.
Tereko naya naya sikhaunga.’
‘Jald hi aaunga,’ maine kaha aur uske honthon par ek kiss diya. Phir
vahaan se chal diya.