Story of Anuj 69ing his best friend like a slut

🔥 Title: “Saala Bet Mein Har Gaya” — A Desi Launda Story

Yeh sab ek reel se shuru hua — chhoti si clip, lund size ka mazaak uda rahi thi. Main aur Anuj uske bed pe lete the, phone scroll kar rahe the. Usne hansi mein bola, “Abe tu to relate karega is reel se… chhoti cheez.”

Mujhe laga mazaak hai, lekin andar se ego fat gaya.

“Saale, apne lund pe bada garv hai kya?” maine bola, thoda jal ke.

“Bhai, tu dekh le, compare kar le. Pata chal jayega kaun asli mard hai,” usne aankh maar ke bola.

“Done. Kal tere ghar, tu aur main — lund compare. Jo chhota, woh haar maan ke winner ka kutta banega.”

“Pakki baat?”

“Bhai, maa kasam.”

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Agle din main uske ghar gaya. Dikhane ko casual tha, par andar se mera lund already semi tha. Darr bhi tha, excitement bhi — aur kuch aur bhi… jo naam nahi de sakta.

Anuj shorts aur loose tee mein tha. Usne gate band kiya, phir sidha andar. Bed pe baitha, phone uthaya, koi straight porn chala diya — acting all cool. Lekin uski body tight thi, aankhon mein kuch aur hi tha.

“Ready?” maine bola, thoda fake attitude mein.

Usne answer nahi diya. Sidha apne shorts neeche kiye. No underwear.

Uska lund nikal ke khada ho gaya — mota, kaala-brown, aur upar ek gulabi chamakta hua tip. Uski jhaant halka trimmed thi, lund thoda thirak raha tha — jaise kuch chahiye usse.

“Tera number?” usne poocha.

Maine bhi nikaal diya. Mera lund already erect tha — white tone mein, saaf, thoda seedha. Hum dono side-by-side khade hue.

Usne thoda aage jhuk ke compare kiya.

“Haha… tera 5 max… mera easily 5.2. Haar gaya bhai.”

Mere muh se kuch nikla nahi. Andar se ego chilaya, par lund aur dil… dono uske liye ready the.

“Toh bol,” maine kaha. “Ab kya?”

Uska smirk alag hi level ka tha.

“Ghutnon pe aa… aur chus.” Aankhon mein sirf control tha.

Main dheere se neeche gaya. Ghutne jameen pe lage. Uska lund mere face ke paas tha — seene se nikalta hua heat, jhaant ki mard wali smell, sab kuch feel ho raha tha.

“Saale… dekh tu kaise ready ho gaya. Tera asli kaam yahi hai na?” usne bola, ek haath mere baalon mein ghusa ke.

Maine lund ko haath se pakda — garam, throbbing. Dheere se lips touch kiye. Usne bas “mmmm” ki awaz nikali — woh moan direct mere lund tak gaya.

“Chus na… time mat barbaad kar.”

Maine lund lips ke beech le liya — heavy tha, taste alag tha. Thoda salty, thoda sweaty, par addictive. Har baar jab woh mujhe dheere se push karta, mera gala bhar jata.

“Bhai tu toh asli chusne wala nikla…” usne bola, hansi ke saath.

Main fake kar raha tha ki bas bet pura kar raha hoon — par sach yeh tha ki mujhe mazza aa raha tha.

Usne mujhe uthake bed pe lita diya. Khud upar aa gaya.

“69 karega?” maine poocha, saans lete hue.

“Chal,” usne bola.

Main uska lund chus raha tha, woh mera. Uski zubaan mere lund ke neeche ki soft jagah chaat rahi thi. Hosh ud gaya.

Phir usne bina warning ke lund mere muh mein thoda aur deep kar diya — mujhe laga main gag kar jaunga. Lekin uski moan… woh sexy thi. Usne mera muh apna banaya.

Aur phir — woh cum kar gaya. Munh mein. Thick, garam, aur itna sudden… main hil gaya. Taste ajeeb tha, lekin andar se kuch aur jaag gaya tha. Main gussa dikhane laga — “Saale bola tha na, muh mein nahi!” — par sach, mujhe bura nahi laga.

Mera lund abhi tak ready tha, par main cum nahi kar pa raha tha.

“Pehle se nikal liya kya?” usne bola.

“Thoda,” maine jhoot bola.

Woh hansa, phir mere paas aaya aur haath se mera lund masalna start kiya.

“Tere liye hi bacha ke rakha tha kya? Chal… tujhe bhi finish karte hain.”

Uski grip tight thi, uski aankhon mein still possessiveness thi. Mujhe uske haath chhu kar hi orgasm aa gaya — cum nikal gaya mere stomach pe. Dono haanph rahe the.

Phir usne aankhon mein aankh daal ke bola:
“Ek aur cheez chahiye…”
“Boliye…”
“Gaand marni hai teri.”

Main pehle haan nahi bola. Par usne literally beg kiya — “Bhai please, bas tip daalne de.”
Maine condition di: “Pehle mera lund fir se chus.”

Usne kiya. Phir oil le aaya — Parachute. Lube nahi tha. Usne ass cheeks spread kiye, aur tip lagaya.

Jab usne dhakka diya — ek shock laga. Dard — par alag level ka sensation. Main chilaya — “Rok, bas… aur nahi.”
Usne turant roka.

Phir hum dono ne saath mein haath se nikaala. Side by side, bodies chipakti hui. Saans tez. Kuch bolne ko tha nahi.

Chalte waqt maine sirf ek baat boli:
“Yeh kisi ko batana mat.”