Chacha Bhateeje ki Chudaai ki Hindi Gay Sex Kahani
Chacha Bhateeje ki Chudaai ki Hindi Gay Sex Kahani
Hindi Gay Sex Kahani
Hi, site ka regular. Sarthak (naam changed), ab 19. Average looks, height theek, thoda girlish body. Ye tab hua jab main 18 ka tha.
12th ke exams chal rahe the. Bahar rehte relative ki death ho gayi. Mummy-papa out of station, Chachu ko mere saath rehne ko kaha.
Chachu Aryaman, 30, gym freak, muscular. Mujhe hamesha pasand. Wish: nanga dekhu, lund muh mein lu. Laga mauka mil sakta hai.
Shaam, gym ke baad. Garmi — red sando, black shorts, sando bheega. Biceps, chaudi chhaati. Khada ho gaya, control kiya. Haal-chaal, phir nahaane. Main “padhne” gaya, dimaag unke lund par.
Dinner. Tshirt-shorts.
“Koi GF hai?”
“Nahi, Chachu.”
“Koi ladki pasand? Patwa dunga.”
“Mujhe koi ladki nahi pasand.”
Upar-neeche dekha. “Dikhne mein to tu sexy hai.” Blush, chup.
Rooms. Unke paas sona tha. Kamre mein bhaaga. Phone dekh rahe the.
“Kya hua?”
“Room mein chipkali, darr lagta hai.”
“Jawaan ho ke bhi. Chal mere saath so ja.”
Yahi chahiye tha. Bed, tshirt-shorts.
Washroom se nikal ke sirf red Jockey frenchie. Gym body, jaanghein, bulge. Soft 4.5 inch. Muh mein paani. Taad raha tha.
“Kya dekh raha hai?”
“Body… mast hai Chachu.”
“Mehnat. Teri bhi banwa dunga. So ja.”
Hug, chhaati par haath. Hataya nahi. Haath pet par gaya — tab unki aankh khul gayi. Unhone haath pakda, rokne ke liye, peetne ke liye nahi.
“Sarthak. So raha tha. Ye kya hai?”
“Sorry Chachu. Aapko pasand karta hoon. Ladkiyan nahi. Gussa ho to main room chala jaunga. Papa ko mat bolna — blackmail nahi, sharm hai.”
Wo baithe. “Papa wali dhamki nahi dunga, ruk ya nikal. Seedha bol: jaagte hue chusna tha, ya sote ko chhedna?”
“Jaagte hue. Pahle poochna chahiye tha.”
“Theek. Main bhi sochta tha tu meetha hai. Aaj kuch karna hai to rules: saza nahi, thappad tabhi jab tu khede. ‘Red’ pe sab band. Armpit, deep throat, gaand — jo na ho, bol.”
Maine haan kaha. Dara size se, khush bhi.
Frenchie unhone khud utari. Khada hote ~8 inch. Maine chaata, precum piya. Jannat.
“Armpit chaatna hai?”
Haan. Gardan se nahi ghaseeta, paas aaya. Paseena us waqt amrit. Dono underarms, poori chhaati. Lund tight.
Muh paas laaye, poocha, “Kitna?”
Jitna gaya, utna. Aadhe se zyada nahi. Khaasi aayi to nikaal diya, baal nahi kheenche, chaata nahi.
“Saans. Poora tabhi jab nod.”
Doosri baar nod, thoda aur, aankh nam — pressure, maar nahi. Pair pakde, dekha; unhone break samjha, nikaal diya.
“Trailer yahin. Picture tab jab tu bole gaand deni hai. Aaj nahi di to kal baat. Das din baith na paane ki saza nahi — marzi hogi to tel nikaalenge.”
Maine kaha, “Aaj bas muh. Kal exams ke baad, agar dono ready.”
Next part: dono jaag ke, bina dhamki, tel aur pose.
