Ashu’s slutty sex confessions where he got fucked like a bitch
January 2025 mein thodi der ke liye wapas Yamunanagar aa gaya tha. Aur phir hua kuch aisa…
Is chhote se Yamunanagar ke galiyon mein, jahan har taraf shor-gul hai, ek 25 saal ka mazdoor banda Imran apni shant si zindagi jee raha tha. Topi, kurta-pajama pehne, pura desi swag, par uska khurdura chehra aur solid body bolta tha ke isne khoob mehnat ki hai. Ek shaam, jab gaadiyon ka shor aur logon ki bheed thi, maine dekha ek ladka chowk ke paas khada hai.
Mushkil se 25 ka, saaf kapde, ek shoulder pe bag latka hua, par thoda ajeeb sa lag raha tha. Chehra udaas, harqatein jhijhak wali, jaise koi tension mein ho. Main bhi uske paas khada, phone pe ek dost se rasta pooch raha tha, par kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha!
“Shahar mein naya aaya hai kya?” Imran bol pada, uski bhaari awaaz ne meri soch tod di. Main toh thoda chaunk gaya, par sar hila diya.
“Haan bhai… abhi abhi aaya hu. Mama ka ghar hai yahan,” maine dheeme se kaha.
“Job ke chakkar mein?” Imran ne muskurate hue guess kiya, mujhe dekhte hue. Main bhi halki si smile de di.
“Haan. Ashu hu main,” maine apna intro diya, meri awaaz bhi uske jaisi soft thi.
“Imran, bhai,” usne haath aage badhaya.
“Lagta hai tere din mein thodi si mithaas chahiye.” Main samajh gaya, shayad isne mujhe Grindr pe dekh liya tha!
Maine sharmaate hue “thanks” bola, haath milaya, aur rasta pooch liya. Usne rasta bataya aur apna number bhi de diya, ke agar zarurat pade toh pooch lena. Main nikal liya, par Imran ka woh shant, solid wala vibe dimaag mein atka raha.
Agla hafta, mujhe baar baar rasta poochne ki zarurat padi, toh WhatsApp pe Imran se poocha. Har baar bina jhijhak usne help ki. Main mama ke ghar pe tha, ghar mein sab the, par phir bhi akela sa feel karta tha.
Do-char din baad sab apni apni routine mein busy ho gaye, aur main is duniya mein khud ko out of place feel karta tha.
Imran se chat meri chhoti si duniya ban gayi. Lagta tha jaise woh bhi mujhe pasand karne laga tha. Din bhar mazdoori mein busy, par shaam hote hi uska reply aa jata.
Uski DP mein uska solid badan, mazboot baazu, aur jab woh baat karta toh lambi palkon ka phadphadana, uski badi aankhon ne mere andar kuch gehra hila diya.
Ab usne chhote chhote hints dene shuru kiye—Model Town mein milne bulana, aur ek chhedne wali garmi ke saath “jaan” bolna, jisse mere gaal laal ho jaate.
Pehle toh main confuse tha ke iska jawab kya du. Uska dhyan mujhe bechain karta, par saath hi aisa feel karata jo pehle kabhi nahi hua. Imran ka shant confidence aur pyaar bhara style alag tha, aur meri sharam ke bawajood main uski warmth se kheechta chala gaya aur milne gaya.
Ek shaam, jab kaam ne mujhe thaka diya tha, main Imran ke saath chai ke thele pe baitha tha, kandhe jhuke hue.
“Bhai, yeh sab thaka deta hai,” maine kaha. “Lagta hai main kahi ka nahi hu.”
Imran ne ek smile di. “Tu yahin ka hai,” usne dheeme se kaha, uski gehri aankhein samajh se bhari thi.
Yeh baat dil tak chali gayi. Waqt ke saath main khulne laga, apni struggles, insecurities, sapne sab share karne laga. Imran ne pura sabr se suna, uska shant style mere bechain dil ke liye marham jaisa tha. Ab har shaam Nehru Park mein Imran se milna aur der tak baatein karna ek routine ban gaya. Ek raat, jab shahar shant tha aur taaron ne aasman chhupa liya, Imran ne mera haath pakad liya.
“Ashu,” usne kaha, awaaz thodi si kaanp rahi thi, “main jaanta hu main gareeb hu, zindagi ne mujhe zyada nahi diya. Par main tujhe apna dil, apna pyaar de sakta hu. Tujhe is duniya ka saamna akela nahi karna padega.”
Maine Imran ko dekha uski aankhon mein dard, uske chhune mein taakat, aur usme se nikalne wala pyaar. Dheere se main uske kandhe pe sar tikaya.
“Main akela nahi rehna chahta,” maine fisfisa kar kaha. “Aur mujhe tujh ke siwa koi nahi chahiye.”
Imran ka shant josh aur meri chhoti si umeed ek doosre mein balance ban rahi thi. Saari rukawaton ke bawajood, humara pyaar khil gaya, ek naram par jwalant bandhan jo umar, class, aur samaj ke rules ko thokar maar raha tha.
Tabhi Imran bola: “Bhai, thand badh gayi hai. Mera kamra paas mein hai. Chhota hai, par agar tu thik samjhe toh wahan baith ke baat kar sakte hain.”
Maine socha, kal chhuti hai waise bhi. Jaldi se mama ko phone lagaya, bola office se thoda late ho jaunga.
“Sambhal ke aana beta,” mama ki awaaz aayi.
Phone band karke jaise hi mudda, Imran meri peeche khada tha. Hum dono ke chehre takra gaye, hoth ekdum paas! Mera balance bigda, par Imran ne meri kamar pakad li aur main girne se bach gaya. Par hum dono itne paas aa gaye. Ek do pal main uski garam saansein apne chehre pe feel karta raha. Imran ne shayad mujhe bhap liya aur bola,
“Aaja Ashu bhai, baith mere gareebkhane mein.” Aur yeh bolke neeche bichhe gadda-type bistar pe baith gaya.
“Bhai, light toh jala de,” maine kaha.
“Mujhe andhera pasand hai, andhere mein baat karne mein jhijhak nahi hoti,” usne kaha aur mujhe apni taraf kheench liya.
Main uske paas ja gira. Usne mera haath pakad ke sambhala aur bola.
“Aaram se jaan!” Imran bilkul meri pasand ka ladka tha mazboot, pyaar se baat karne wala, na mota na patla. Main ab 39 ka hu, par mujhe 18-30 ka partner pasand hai. Hum dono ki height bhi same, 5’7”. Phir hum wapas apni baaton mein kho gaye, par usne mera haath nahi chhoda. Mera haath uski pant ki zip ke paas tha dekh toh nahi sakta tha, par usme harkat feel kar raha tha. Achanak Imran bola.
“Aaj tujhe paas se feel karna chahta hu.” Maine kuch jawab nahi diya, toh usne shayad isse meri haan samjha aur apna chehra paas laake apne hoth mere hothon pe rakh diye. Bhai, main iske liye ekdum ready nahi tha! Haan, jab usne kamre pe aane ko kaha, toh thoda andaaza tha ke uske dil mein kya chal raha hai, aur maine saath aane mein haan bhi ki thi.
Par yeh achanak attack? Nah, iske liye taiyaar nahi tha. Par Imran toh bada doob ke mere hoth choos raha tha.
Achanak usne apni zip kholi aur mera haath uske 7-inch, thik-thak mote lund pe rakh diya. Main ab dheere dheere doobne laga, uske kiss ka jawab dene laga…
Kahani abhi baaki hai! Main abhi Yamunanagar, Haryana mein hu.
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