Kinky gay bike ride fun desi sex story
“Aashu, tu trainer hai, tujhse behtar kaun handle karega?”
yeh sunke maine ek chhota sa bag pack kiya, do shirt, ek jeans, laptop, aur thodi si himmat aur Chandigarh ke liye nikal pada. Train ka safar ekdum thaka dene wala tha, subah 6 baje nikla, aur shaam ke 5 baje Sector 11 ke ek chhote se office mein pahuncha. Meetings ek ke baad ek, dimaag chakkar kha gaya. client ke demands, boss ka pressure, aur upar se Chandigarh ki garmi mein paseena chhoo raha tha.
Shaam ke 7 baje jab meetings khatam hui, toh main ekdum toot chuka tha. Socha, bas ab hotel jata hoon, thodi si chai piunga, aur bistar pe dher ho jaunga. Hotel tha Kharar (Chandigarh ke paas ka ek area) mein, ek theek-thaak 4-star wala, jahan maine ek room book kiya hua tha.
Thakaan ke maare maine socha, auto ya cab ka jhanjhat nahi chahiye, toh phone nikala aur inDrive app kholi. Ek bike book kar li, aur app pe driver ka naam aaya, “Rafeeq (name changed for obvious reasons)”. Thodi der baad, ek ladka bike leke office ke bahar khada tha, haath mein phone aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak. Rafeeq, kareeb 19-20 saal ka, patla par mazboot jism, kareeb 5’9” ka hoga. Usne ek tight black t-shirt aur jeans pehni thi, jismein uski toned baahen aur mazboot thighs saaf dikh rahi thi.
Saanwla rang, clean-shaven chehra, halki si daadi jo uski jawline ko aur sharp kar rahi thi, aur ek smile jo thodi si shararat se bhari thi. Bike pe baithte hi maine haste hue poocha,
“Bhai, tere paas license bhi hai na?”
Woh zor se hasa aur bola,
“Haan sir, company saare kaagaz dekh kar hi app pe naam daalti hai. Tension mat lo.”
Uski awaaz mein ek desi swag tha, par thodi si masoomiyat bhi. Main uske peeche baitha, aur jab bike chali, toh uska jism mere jism se lag raha tha. Raat hone lagi thi, Chandigarh ki sadkon pe thandi hawa chal rahi thi, sadkon pe streetlights ki roshni aur thodi si bheed. Maine usse baat shuru ki,
“Yahan kaise rehta hai, Rafeeq? Kahan se hai?”
Usne bike chalate hue bataya, “Sir, main Muzaffarnagar se hoon. Yahan ek dost ke sath kaam ki talash mein aaya hoon, Kharar mein ek chhota sa room liya hai. Guzaare ke liye bike chala raha hoon.”
Uski awaaz mein ek sincerity thi, par uska style ekdum bindas tha, jaise zindagi se koi shikayat hi na ho.
Maine thodi masti mein poocha, “Arre, itna smart aur sexy ladka, girlfriend toh hogi? 2-3 toh banta hai! Kitni chod li ab tak?”
Woh zor se hasa, bike thodi si ladkhadayi, aur bola,
“Sir, aaj kal bina paison ke kahan milti hai girlfriend!”
Uska jawab sunke mujhe laga, yeh ladka khula dil ka hai, aur maine thodi aur himmat karke poocha,
“Toh fir? Haath se kaam chalata hai?” Rafeeq ne bike aur dheere ki, ek pal ke liye meri taraf palta, aur naughty smile ke sath bola,
“Haan sir, aur kabhi kabhi koi ladka choos de toh kaam ban jata hai…”
Bas, yeh sunte hi mujhe lga l shayad kuch signal de raha hai.. Maine dheere se apna haath uski mazboot thigh pe rakha, aur usne bhi meri taraf ek pal dekha. Bike ki speed aur kam ho gayi, aur maine feel kiya ki vo ab chup ho gaya hai. Maine dheere se kaha,
“Hame bhi sikha de kuch…”
Woh hasa aur bola, “Sahab, kahan aap, kahan main!”
Par maine uska haath pakda aur kaha,
“Chal, mere saath hotel room mein chal, mujhe bhi sikha sab…”
Rafeeq ne bike roki, meri taraf palta, aur ek intense nazar se dekhte hue bola,
“Sir, abhi ride chalaunga.. 10 bje milte ho toh batao… vaise main sex karte hue bahut jangli ho jata hoon.”
Yeh kehte hue usne mera haath apne lund pe rakha. Chalti sadak par, uski jeans ke upar se maine uska kadak lund mehsoos kiya kareeb 7 inch ka, mota, aur ekdum garam. Excitement mein maine usse kaske pakad liya, aur dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga.
Woh hasa aur bola, “Sir, ab toh hotel jaldi pahunchte hain!”
Hum hotel pahunch gaye. Maine use apni telegram ID di “Ashusharma156”.
Rafeeq chala gya.
Room 305 mein main andar gaya, maine darwaza band kiya, Room chhota par saaf tha, ek bed, ek chhoti si table, ek LED TV, aur bathroom ke sath ek chhoti si balcony jisse vahan ki sadkon ka thoda sa view dikhta tha. main bathroom mein ja ke fresh hua. Ek chhoti si towel lapet ke bahar aaya, aur sirf underwear mein bistar pe let gaya. Ghadi main 10:10 PM hue, rafeeq ka msg aaya “Sir bahar hu hotel ke”
“Andar aa ja .. room no. 305 hai.. , main reception pe call kar deta huin” maine reply kiya. Vo room main aa gya. Main abhi apne underwear main hi leta hua tha.
Main Rafeeq ko bola, “Tu bhi fresh ho ja.”
Woh bathroom gaya, aur jab wapas aaya, toh sirf ek tight black boxer mein tha. Woh mere paas bistar pe aaya, mujhe dekha, aur thodi si smile ke sath bola, “Sir, pakka na?”
Maine uski aankhon mein dekha, dil mein ek ajeeb si bechaini aur josh ka mixture tha. “Haan, Rafeeq, pakka,” maine kaha, aur uski chhati pe haath rakha. Uska jism garam tha, aur uski saansein tez. Woh ek jhatke se mere upar jhuka, aur usne mere hoth chusne shuru kar diye. Uska kiss itna intense tha ki meri saansein ruk si gayi.
“Aah… Rafeeq…” maine siskari bhari, par usne mere hoth apne hothon se bandh rakhe, aur uski jeebh meri jeebh se khel rahi thi.
Pata hi nahi chala kab woh meri chhati tak aaya aur mere nipple chusne laga.
“Aah… uhh… Rafeeq… bas…”
main siskariyaan bharne laga, par usne meri kamzori pakad li.
Woh baari-baari mere dono nipple chusta, halke se kaatta, aur meri siskariyaan kamre mein goonj rahi thi,
“Aah… ohh… bas kar…!” Par woh rukne wala nahi tha, uski jeebh mere nipple pe lap-lapa ke mujhe pagal kar rahi thi. Fir usne mujhe bistar pe neeche bithaya aur apna boxer utaar diya.
Uska lund, kareeb 7 inch ka, mota aur saanwla, mere muh ke saamne tha. Lund se paseene aur veerya ki mili-juli gandh aa rahi thi, jo mujhe aur garam kar rahi thi. Usne mera sar pakda aur dheere-dheere apna lund mere muh mein daal diya.
“Chuso, sir… aah…” uski awaaz mein ek wild josh tha. Mera muh uske mote lund se bhar gaya, par main bhi masti mein aa chuka tha.
