Sizzling hot story of two days gay boys- Aayan and Samarth

Mera naam Aayan hai. Main Kolkata ka rehne wala hoon—20 saal ka, slim-fit body, smooth skin, thoda wheatish complexion, aur aankhon mein ek alag hi curiosity rehti hai. Main apne baalon ko thoda messy style mein rakhta hoon, ek aisi look jo kabhi innocent lagti hai, toh kabhi kuchh aur jaada suggestive. Jab main chhupke se kisi ko dekhta hoon, toh aksar unki nazar meri taraf dubara palat kar zaroor dekhti hai.

Iss baar main Samarth ke saath uske gaon gaya tha. Samarth mera college ka dost hai—dikhne mein damn handsome, gym-toned body, sharp jawline aur ek aisi confident muskaan jo kisi ko bhi confuse kar de. Uske gaon mein unke parivaar ka bahut naam hai, kyunki uske tauji wahaan ke sarpanch hain.

Samarth ke papa, Sameer uncle, abhi sirf 40 ke hain, lekin unka body aur chehra dekh kar koi bhi unhe 30 ka kahe. Bahut hi jawan dikhte hain—broad chest, thick biceps, trimmed beard aur ek dum tight physique. Unki shaadi sirf 16 ki umra mein ho gayi thi, 17 mein pehla beta Suraj paida hua, 19 mein dusra beta Samarth, aur 22 mein sabse chhota beta Rishi. Abhi Rishi 18 ka ho chuka tha, aur uska birthday do din baad aane wala tha.

Tauji ke bhi do bete hain—ek 25 aur ek 23 ke. Sabke sab gym-type muscular guys—full testosterone filled environment. Mujhe lag raha tha jaise kisi secret male model camp mein aa gaya hoon. Har jagah hot bodies, tight vests, aur ek dum earthy mardaana energy. Gaon mein door-door tak sirf fields, neem ke ped, aur bare-chested ladke dikhte the—khet mein kaam karte, nahaate ya chill karte hue.

Woh do din kaafi maze mein guzar gaye—poora gaon ghooma, tauji ke dono beto se bhi mila, thoda masti ki. Par jo cheez mere zehen mein bar-bar flash ho rahi thi… woh ek moment ⁵⁵⁴ jab main Samarth ke bade bhai Suraj ko khet ke paas nahaate hue dekha tha. Bas usi pal se kuchh andekha sa silsila shuru ho gaya tha…

Us din dopahar ke waqt main akela hi thoda chal kar fields ke us paar chala gaya tha, jahan ek patli si nadi beh rahi thi. Gaon ke ladke aksar yahin nahaane aate the, lekin dopahar ke is waqt sab ghar mein rest kar rahe hote the. Peepal ke ped ke chhaon se main chupke se nadi ke kinare jaake ruk gaya. Thandee hawa, halki si mitti ki khushboo, aur nadi ka shaant behna… sab kuch ek ajeeb sa sukoon de raha tha.

Tabhi meri nazar uss taraf gayi—Suraj.

Woh akela tha. Uska tanav-mukt chehra, paseene se bheegi muscular chest, aur uska aadha geela jism mujhe ek dum se shaant kar gaya… ya phir bechain, pata nahi. Usne apna ganjee upar se utar diya tha aur dheere-dheere langot khol kar paani mein pair dala. Uski har harkat mein ek raw masculinity thi—koi sharm nahin, koi jhijhak nahin. Jaise sab kuch usi ka ho. Paani mein utarte waqt uski peeth se lekar kamar tak ki har muscle hil rahi thi, jaise koi live sculpture ho.

Main ped ke peeche chhupkar use dekhta raha. Paani se khelte hue usne kabhi apne baalon mein haath phira, kabhi apni gardan ko aise ghumaaya jaise thakan utaar raha ho. Uski chhati se paani ke boondein girti thi aur main bas usse takta raha… thoda door, chupchaap, ekdam se heavily breathing ke saath.

Ek pal aisa aaya jab usne seedha nadi se upar dekha… mere taraf, ya us direction mein. Mere dil ki dhadkan rukh gayi. Kya usne mujhe dekh liya? Uski aankhon mein kuch alag tha—jaise usse pata ho ki koi use dekh raha hai, aur use koi farak nahi padta.

Phir usne apna haath apne chest ke across ghumaya, jaise apne aap ko dhoya ho… aur usi moment mein ek erotic slow motion jaisa scene bana. Har ang, har movement, sirf ek cheez keh raha tha—”dekh, mehsoos kar, lekin samajh na paaye tu.”

Woh moment meri aankhon mein chipak gaya tha. Uske baad main chupke se wapas mud gaya. Main kaafi disturbed tha, ya keh lo excited. Mere andar kuchh chal raha tha—kuchh jo normal dosti se alag tha.

Aur shayad wahi pal tha jab mere aur Suraj ke beech ek unsuna, unsamjha lekin dangerously erotic connection shuru ho chuka tha…

Rishi ka birthday tha, aur ghar mein poori raat celebration hone wala tha. Shaam hote hi terrace pe lighting lag gayi thi, speakers se loud desi beats baj rahe the, aur sab log apne apne mood mein enjoy kar rahe the. Main bhi ready ho gaya tha—ek slim fit black shirt, jeans, aur halka sa perfume.

Samarth mujhe terrace se thoda alag le gaya—“Ek kaam kar, chal neeche chalte hain, kuch special pilaata hoon.” Main haan mein sir hila kar uske peeche chala gaya. Ghar ke peeche ek purana room tha jahan uske bhai log aur kuch dost milke chhupke daru peete the. Vahin le gaya mujhe.

Andar jaate hi hawa mein daaru ki strong smell thi, aur andar already Suraj aur do aur ladke baithe the—Suraj ek low-neck vest mein tha, uska chest thoda sweaty, aur aankhon mein wo usual commanding shine. Usne mujhe ek baar dekha, thoda smile kiya—ek aisi smile jo normal nahi thi. Main andar hi andar uss nazar mein kuch feel kar gaya tha.

Pehla peg diya gaya. Fir doosra. Fir teesra. Suraj mujhe khud baar baar pour kar ke pilata raha. Main resist bhi nahi kar paaya. Uske haathon se glass lena… uska mujhe closely dekhna… sab kuch mere andar kuchh alag hi effect daal raha tha. Samarth ne bhi 2-3 peg ke baad chhupa diya ki woh zyada nahi pi sakta, aur phir bahana bana kar upar chala gaya. Baaki log bhi slowly chale gaye. Room mein sirf main aur Suraj reh gaye.

Mera sir ghoom raha tha. Main almost hil bhi nahi paa raha tha. Tabhi Suraj ne mujhe kandhe se support kiya aur bola, “Chal, upar le chalta hoon. Aise yahin mat gir ja.”

Uska haath mere kandhe pe tha, lekin mujhe laga jaise poora jism usne thaam rakha ho. Main kuchh keh bhi nahi paaya. Usne mujhe apne strong haathon se sambhalte hue seedhiyon se upar uthaya. Mujhe laga woh mujhe Samarth ke kamre mein le jaayega, par woh to mujhe apne kamre mein le gaya. Uska room thoda alag tha—andar strong woody smell, ek bada bed, aur ek dusky orange light ka lamp jisme sab kuch zyada sensual lag raha tha.

Mujhe bed par softly le jaake lita diya. “Yahin araam kar le,” usne kaha… Room mein sirf halke bulb ki roshni thi. Main still feel kar raha tha, mera nasha ab puri tarah Suraj ke presence ke saath mix ho chuka tha. Uski aankhon mein kuch aur hi tha—ek intensity jo mujhe thoda ghabra bhi rahi thi, aur kaafi excite bhi.

Suraj ne apne shirt ke buttons dheere-dheere khol diye—ek ek kar ke, jaise har button uske body ke ek naya raaz khol raha ho. Uska chest broad, aur perfectly defined tha… aur jaise hi usne apna belt khola, mera saans ruk gaya. Uska lund already half-hard tha, aur main bas uski taraf dekhta reh gaya.

“Tu ready hai, na?” Suraj ne mera chehra apne haathon mein le kar poocha, uski awaaz mein ek dum command thi.

Main sirf halki si neck movement mein haan bola. Suraj ne mujhe bed par seedha leta diya, aur mere haath pillow ke neeche bandhne laga. Leather straps nikaal kar usne mere dono haathon ko tightly baandh diya. Ek baar ke liye mere andar dar ka halka sa lehar utha… par usi moment mein ek thandi si excitement bhi. Yeh sab mere liye pehli baar ho raha tha.

Usne mere pair thoda spread kiye, aur mere underwear ko dheere se niche slide kar diya. Uski ungli meri crack ke beech se dheere se upar neeche hone lagi. Main hil bhi nahi pa raha tha, sirf mooh se halki si sargoshi nikal rahi thi.

“Bol… chahiye tujhe?” usne apne thande lips mere kaan ke paas laake kaha.

“Mujhe… chahiye,” maine halki si awaz mein kaha, meri awaaz bhi thodi toot rahi thi.

“Zyada zor se bol, main sab sunna chahta hoon.”

“Please… Suraj… chhod do mujhe… ya phir pura kaam kar do…”

Usne apna lund mere crack pe rub karte hue kaha, “Main tujhe todne aaya hoon… lekin pyar se.”

Ek tight slap usne mere bare ass par maara, jiski awaaz poore kamre mein goonj gayi. “Ab se tu sirf meri property hai… samjha?”

“Yes… main sirf tumhara hoon…”

Usne lube lagakar apne finger se andar start kiya—pehle ek, phir do… aur jab third finger andar gayi, maine chilla diya. “Ahhh… oh fuck… please Suraj… thoda slow…”

“Tu beg karega, tu chillayega… mujhe yahi dekhna hai,” usne keech kar mere hips ko upar uthaya, aur ek second mein pura lund andar daal diya. Mujhe laga main toot gaya.

“Ab bol… kya lagta hai tujhe… tu iske laayak hai?”
“Main… main bas tumhara hoon Suraj… please ruko mat…”

Aur wahi se dirty conversation ka ek silsila shuru hua:

Suraj: “Tere jaise slim ladko ko to chodne mein aur maza aata hai… tight thota, mooh se sirf ‘please fuck me’ wali awaaz…”
Main: “Main sirf tumhare liye bana hoon… sab kuch sirf tumhare liye… tod do mujhe pura…”
Suraj: “Main tujhe raat bhar chhodne wala hoon… har pose mein, har tareeke se…”
Main: “Karo… lijiye mujhe jaisa chahein… main hil bhi nahi sakta… sirf aapka hoon…”

Suraj ne kabhi mujhe upar se ride karwaya, kabhi apne neeche daba diya. Kabhi neck par kiss ki, kabhi bite. Har touch, har movement mere liye naya tha—ek aisa combination of pain and pleasure jo mujhe addictive lagne laga. Kabhi usne mera mooh band kiya, kabhi mujhe zyada zor se chillane diya. Leather ka belt kabhi meri thigh pe padta, kabhi back par…

Sex ka silsila lagbhag ek ghanta chala—positions badalte gaye, mera badan lagbhag numb ho gaya. Aakhri baar usne mujhe back se utha kar mirror ke saamne rakha aur bola, “Apne aap ko dekh… kis halat mein bana diya tujhe.”

Aur phir usne ek final thrust ke saath condom ke andar apna sab kuch gira diya… aur uska body mere upar gir gaya. Uski saans tez thi, mera saans to jaise band ho chuka tha.

Bas tabhi… ek knock hua darwaze par.

Ek heavy male voice aayi, “Bas Suraj bhai… ab toh tumhara ho gaya… toh kya main andar aa jaaun?”

Room mein silence chh gaya. Suraj ka haath ab bhi mere chest pe tha. Main bandh, nanga, aur still shaking. Darwaza ke peeche kaun tha?

To be continued…

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