Padosi ke saath bete ko pakda sex karte hue

Khana table pe rakh ke Yash mere saamne baith gaya, dono ke plates mein garam garam sabzi, roti aur daal thi. Khushboo se pet bhar raha tha, lekin mera dimaag kahin aur tha.

Main abhi bhi sirf tight Calvin Klein underwear mein tha, aur jaan-bujhkar apna lund side mein rakha hua tha taaki outline saaf dikhe. Thoda semi-hard tha abhi bhi, beer ke nasha aur excitement ka asar.

Yash ne pehli roti todi, lekin uski nazar baar baar mere taraf ja rahi thi. Mainne notice kiya ki wo apne haath se table ke neeche kuch adjust kar raha tha—shayad apna lund. Mainne muskurate hue bola, “Kya hua beta? Itna chup kyun ho gaya? Khana acha nahi bana kya?”

Wo jhat se bola, “Nahi papa, bohot acha hai. Bas… aap aise baithke… matlab… comfortable lag rahe ho.” Uski awaaz mein thodi si sharm aur excitement mix thi.

Maine haske bola, “Arre comfortable toh hona hi chahiye. Ghar hai apna, mummy nahi hai, tension kya? Tu bhi toh underwear mein hi hai aaj kal. Dekh, hum dono mard hain, sharir ka kya chhupana?”

Maine jaan-bujhkar apni thigh pe haath rakha aur dhire se massage karne laga jaise garmi se pareshan hoon. Mere baal wale pair aur underwear ke side se baal nikal rahe the, aur mainne dekha uski aankhein wahi atak gayi.

Khana khate khate mainne beer ki ek aur bottle kholi (acting mein toh main already nashe mein tha na). Maine glass mein daali aur ek sip leke bola, “Yash, aaj mood bohot alag hai mera. Beer ke saath thodi si baat kar lein openly? Tu college mein kya karta hai doston ke saath? Koi special friend bana kya?”

Wo thoda uncomfortable hua, lekin haske bola, “Papa aap bhi na… aap toh jaante ho main single hoon abhi. Bas padhai aur gym.” Par uska chehra laal ho gaya tha.

Maine nazar seedhi karke bola, “Aur Pralay uncle? Wo toh bohot close hai tujhe. Gym mein saath aata hai, kabhi kabhi ghar bhi aata hai na?” Maine jaan-bujhkar uska naam liya, aur dekha uski aankhein badi ho gayi.

“P-Papa… wo toh bas dost hai… gym ka…” Wo jaldi jaldi khana khaane laga jaise topic change karna chahta ho.

Maine haske bola, “Arre relax kar. Main kuch galat nahi bol raha. Pralay acha aadmi hai, body bhi achi hai uski. Gym mein dekhta hoon usko, solid built. Tujhe pasand hai na wo?”

Yash ka spoon haath se girne wala tha. Wo bola, “Papa aap… aapko pata hai kya?”

Maine ab seedha point pe aaya. “Beta, main tera baap hoon. Kuch cheezein aankhon se hi samajh aati hain. Aur kal jo tune mera photo Pralay ko bheja tha… wo bhi dekh liya maine.” Maine phone ki taraf ishara kiya jo table pe rakha tha.

Uska chehra ekdum safed pad gaya. Wo bola, “Papa… sorry… main… matlab… wo bas mazaak tha… maine kuch galat nahi socha…”

Maine haath aage badhaya aur uske haath pe haath rakha. Skin touch hote hi current sa dauda. Maine dheere se bola, “Sorry kis baat ka? Tune kuch galat nahi kiya. Main bhi toh mard hoon, samajhta hoon attraction kya hota hai. Bas ek baat bata… tu mujhe dekhke… excite hota hai kya?”

Wo chup ho gaya. Nazrein neeche. Par mainne dekha table ke neeche uska lund boxer mein full khada tha, tent bana hua. Maine dheere se apna pair aage badhaya aur uske pair ko touch kiya. Wo chaunk gaya lekin pair hataya nahi.

Maine bola, “Dekh beta, main tujhe force nahi kar raha. Par agar mann mein kuch hai toh bol de. Hum dono akela hain ghar mein. Jo bhi hoga, sirf hum dono ke beech rahega. No judgement.”

Yash ne dheere se sir uthaya. Uski aankhon mein sharm thi, lekin hawas bhi. Wo bola, “Papa… sach bolun? Aapko dekhke… bohot din se… mann karta hai… touch karne ka. Aapki body, aapke baal, aapka… sab kuch. Par dar lagta tha aapko bura lagega.”

Maine muskuraya. “Bura kyun lagega? Tera baap hoon main, tujhe khush dekhna chahta hoon.” Maine apni chair peeche sarkayi aur bola, “Aa ja yahan, mere paas baith.”

Wo utha, thoda kampte hue mere paas aaya aur sofa pe mere bagal mein baith gaya. Mainne apna haath uske kandhe pe rakha aur dheere se uske baal sehlaane laga. Uska saans tez ho rahi thi.

Maine bola, “Ab bata… kya karna chahta hai tu?”

Yash ne dheere se apna haath mere thigh pe rakha. Uske fingers kaamp rahe the. Phir dheere dheere upar badha… aur mere underwear ke upar se mera lund touch kiya. Mainne aankhein band kar li—bohot din baad kisi ne aise touch kiya tha.

Wo bola, “Papa… yeh… bohot bada hai aapka…”

Maine haske bola, “Tera bhi toh acha hai beta. Dikha zara.”

Usne sharma ke apna boxer thoda neeche kiya. Uska lund bahar aa gaya—tunn, thoda wet tip pe. Mainne haath badhaya aur dheere se pakda. Garam tha, pulse kar raha tha.

Dono ek doosre ko dekh rahe the. Silence tha, sirf saans ki awaaz.

Phir Yash ne jhuk ke mere lips pe kiss kar diya—pehla kiss, halka sa, testing. Mainne uske sir pe haath rakha aur kiss deepen kar di. Zabaan andar daali, usne bhi respond kiya. Taste of beer aur uski sweetness.

Kiss karte karte mainne uske nipple pe ungli ghumayi, wo siskari bhar utha. Mera lund ab full hard tha, underwear se bahar nikalne ko tadap raha tha.

Mainne uske kaan mein bola, “Chal bedroom mein chalte hain beta… wahan araam se… aage jo mann karega, karenge.”

Yash ne sir hilaya, aankhein chamak rahi thi.

Hum dono uth gaye, haath mein haath daale bedroom ki taraf badhe…

Hum dono bedroom mein ghuse, maine light dim kar di—sirf side lamp jalaya tha, orange glow mein sab kuch aur seductive lag raha tha. Darwaza lock kiya, aur mud ke Yash ko dekha. Wo wahi khada tha, boxer neeche sarak chuka tha, lund full erect, tip pe pre-cum chamak raha tha. Uski saans tez, seene upar neeche ho rahe the, aankhein meri taraf bilkul bhookhi si.

Maine dheere se uske paas gaya, haath uske gaal pe rakha. “Beta… dar mat. Sab theek hoga. Jo bhi mann kare, bol dena.”

Usne sir hilaya, phir jhuk ke mere lips pe firse kiss kar diya—iss baar zyada gehra, zyada bhookha. Zabaan andar daali, uski zabaan se khelne laga. Uske haath mere peeche chale gaye, meri peeth pe baal sehlaane lage, fir neeche meri gaand pe squeeze kiya. Mainne uske kaan mein fusaara, “Mera beta kitna garam hai aaj…”

Maine usko dheere se bed pe dhakela. Wo peeth ke bal let gaya, main uske upar jhuk gaya. Pehle uske gale pe kiss, fir collarbone, nipples pe zabaan ghumayi—wo siskari bhar utha, “Papa… ahhh… bohot maza aa raha hai…” Maine ek nipple ko mooh mein liya, dheere se chusa, doosre ko ungli se pinch kiya. Uska lund mere pet pe ragad raha tha, garam, geela, tadap raha tha.

Phir main neeche ki taraf badha. Uske navel pe zabaan daali, circle banaya. Wo kamar utha raha tha, “Papa… please… aur neeche…”

Maine haske bola, “Itna jaldi? Abhi toh shuru hua hai beta.” Par main bhi control nahi kar pa raha tha. Maine uska boxer poora utaar diya, uske pair failaye. Uska lund seedha khada, mota nahi par lambai achi, tip laal, shiny. Maine haath mein pakda, dheere se hilaya—wo moan kar utha.

Phir maine jhuk ke tip pe zabaan rakhi—sirf touch kiya. Wo jhatke laga, “Papa… oh god… yeh… sach mein…” Maine poora mooh khol ke uske lund ko andar liya, dheere dheere, throat tak.

Uska taste salty, musky, mera beta ka. Maine suck karna shuru kiya—upar neeche, zabaan se tip ko tease karte hue. Wo mere baal pakad ke kheench raha tha, hips upar utha raha tha, “Papa… bohot tez… main… jhad jaunga…”

Maine ruk gaya, nikaala. “Abhi nahi beta. Abhi bahut kuch baaki hai.” Maine apna underwear utara—mera 8 inch ka lund full hard, veins ubhre hue, tip pe bhi pre-cum. Yash ne dekha to aankhein badi ho gayi. “Papa… yeh toh… mera se kitna bada… aur mota…”

Maine uske upar let gaya, dono ke lund ek doosre se ragad rahe the—skin on skin, garam, slippery. Maine uske kaan mein bola, “Ab tu mujhe taste kar beta. Apne baap ka lund mooh mein le.”

Wo utha, main peeth ke bal let gaya. Usne pehle haath se pakda, hilaya, phir jhuk ke lick kiya—tip se shuru karke shaft tak. Phir mooh mein liya, kitna bada tha toh poora nahi ja raha tha, par wo try kar raha tha, gagging awaaz aa rahi thi. Maine uske sir pe haath rakha, dheere se guide kiya, “Aise hi beta… achha kar raha hai… papa ko maza aa raha hai…”

Karib 10 minute dono ek doosre ka mooh mein lete rahe, 69 position mein—main uska chus raha tha, wo mera. Dono ke moan room bhar rahe the. Mera control khatam hone wala tha. Maine bola, “Beta… ab main tujhe andar lena chahta hoon… teri gand mein… ready hai?”

Yash ne aankhein band ki, bola, “Haan papa… le lo… mujhe aapka chahiye… bohot din se soch raha tha…”

Maine usko ghodi banaya. Uske gaand pe haath ferne laga—tight, gol, thodi si baal wali. Maine drawer se lube nikala (gym ke baad kabhi kabhi use karta tha khud), uski gand pe lagaya, ungli daali—pehle ek, fir do. Wo siskari bhar raha tha, “Papa… dard ho raha… par rukna mat…”

Mainne apna lund lube se geela kiya, tip uski entry pe rakha. Dheere se push kiya—sirf tip andar gaya. Wo cheekh utha, “Ahhh… papa… bohot mota hai…” Maine ruk gaya, uske peeche se hug kiya, gale pe kiss kiya, “Relax beta… dheere se… papa sambhal lega.”

Thodi der baad maine aur andar dhakela—half andar gaya. Wo pillow mein mooh daba ke moan kar raha tha. Maine dheere dheere full andar kar diya—pura 8 inch uske andar. Tight, garam, pulse kar raha tha. Maine hilna shuru kiya—slow strokes, fir tez. Har thrust pe wo awaaz nikaal raha tha, “Papa… fuck me… harder… aapka lund… bohot acha lag raha hai…”

Maine uske baal pakde, peeche kheench ke kiss kiya, aur tez tez dhakke marne laga. Bed hil raha tha, skin slapping ki awaaz, dono paseene se bheege hue. Mera control khatam hone wala tha.

Yash bola, “Papa… main… jhadne wala hoon… aap bhi andar hi…”

Maine zor se ek final thrust maara—pura andar—aur jhad gaya. Garam maal uske andar bhar raha tha, pulse pulse. Usne bhi bina haath lagaye jhad diya—bed pe white streaks, uska pura sharir kaamp raha tha.

Hum dono haanfte hue gir pade. Maine usko apni baahon mein bhar liya, peeche se hug kiya, lund abhi bhi andar tha, dheere dheere soft ho raha tha.

Yash ne dheere se bola, “Papa… yeh… sabse best raat thi meri life ki…”

Maine uske maathe pe kiss kiya. “Aur bohot raatein aayengi beta… ab tu mera hai… poora.”

Hum dono aise hi let gaye, paseene mein, maal mein, ek doosre se chipke hue…

Agla jo hoga—subah uthne ke baad… wo next part mein. 🔥