Desi porn story of a young trainee masseur: 1

Desi porn story: SATURDAY: 09.30 AM

“Good morning, sir!” Ismail ne phone uthaate huye kaha, avaaz me hairat, chehere pe ashcharya.

Subah ke saare-nau hii baje thae, aur sirf chaar ladke hii aaye huye thae… being a Saturday morning they still had over an hour before the first calls/customers stared arriving.

Ismail kuch daer tak sunntaa raha, phir bolaa, “Bilkul, sir, abhi bhej raha hoon!”

The boys huddled around Ismail, wondering — his strangely surprised tone, his expression of astonishment was new, something they had never seen before, and it aroused their curiosity.

“Prem aa gaya kya?” Ismail puchhaa call cut karte huye.

“Haan, bhai…” Prem responded entering the tiny little ‘lobby’ of the massage parlour at that very moment — an exclusive escort service offering well trained college boys for the discerning, mostly male, client — a cosy little maisonnette discreetly tucked away behind the hurly-burly of an anonymous back alley off the downtown area… a trot away from the heart of CP.

It was an assorted gaggle of young boys, ranging between late teen and early twenties, kids one may easily come across outside any highschool, or college… Hanging out at street corners whiling away their precious time.

Mostly cute and slender, like only a teen can be… some more athletic, and a few all buffed-up and muscular – all types to cater to the varied tastes of their clientele.

And each one of them was there not just for the easy sex, and quick money, but because there was a demand for their fresh, youthful flesh…

Of course, the cash did help supplement their middle-class allowances that couldn’t otherwise support their youthful, extravagant lifestyles.

“Tere liye call thaa…” Ismail bolaa phone ke taraf iishaara karte huye, his tone still amazed, his look utterly astounded, “Jaldi jaa.”

“Prem ke liye call?” exclaimed Abdul, very curious, as were the other boys, “Wah!”

“Kaha Ismail-bhai?” Prem asked, slightly excited at being asked for by a customer.

“Kal jaha gaya thaa…” Ismail ne jawab diya, the voice tinged with a newfound admiration (and respect) for the newest recruit.

“Whoa, takla uncle? Phir se?!” Gullu and Venkat exclaimed together.

“Par woh toh sirf duss-pandraah dinn me ek baar call karta,” Jimmy gasped in astonishment, “aur harr baar naya boy hii hona!”

“Kyu Prem…” Abdul grinned slapping the teen’s back, “kya kamaal kiya kal, aunty ko puraa khush kar diyaa kya, huh?”

“Chup!” Ismail snapped irritably at the boys before turning towards Prem, “Chal, Prem, tu nikal…”

Prem nodded, heading for the door and then paused as he reached it, looking over his shoulder as he gave a crooked smile, “Sirf aunty nahi, uncle ko bhi!” and was gone, leaving the boys stunned into silence…

But they soon recovered, letting out loud whistles and hoots aimed at the empty doorway!

FRIDAY: TWENTY-THREE HOURS EARLIER…

“Haan sir…” Ismail smiled answering the phone.

He was silent for a while, listening, nodding his head, and then smiled once more, “Yes sir, ekdum naya bachcha, handsome aur bilkul gora-chitta, sirf unnees saal kaa…” he paused, listening, and then smiled, “Fully trained, sir!”

After another moment’s pause, listening, he once more smiled, “Bilkul sir, ek ghante me pahuch jayegaa,” before disconnecting and looking around, “Imran aaya kya?”

It was just ten-thirty, early for a weekday morning, and only four boys had turned up… the other four would be in only after eleven.

“Nahi…” Jimmy ne jawaab diya before asking, “Kahaan jaanaa?”

“Jor Bagh…”

“Bhenchod!” exclaimed Abdul, grimacing as he asked, “Woh takla uncle?!”

“Saala, creep!” Sunil snorted, the other three boys going tsk-tsk, as they shook their head in disgust… while Prem, the newest masseur – a horny eighteen, first year college twink – watched silently.

“Gullu, tu chale jaa,” Ismail said looking at the teen – another nineteen year old with almost a year’s worth of experience.

“Uh-uh, nahi!” Gullu announced firmly, “Pagaal khusadd, mein nahi jaata!”

“Khusadd nahi…” Jimmy sniggered shaking his head, “Angrezi me kehte hain na, closet gay, saala buddhaa homo hain, bina lund dekhe, bina lund chhuye, khada nahi hota, usliye ha…”

“Tujhe usse kya matlab, huh?!” Ismail snapped cutting him short, “Apnaa kaam ke kaam rakh, customer hain, regular customer, bas!”

“Par bhai, app toh bole naya bachchaa, mein toh pehele bhi gaya…” Gullu said.

“Haan, Imran kaa soch ke bolaa thaa,” Ismail replied, “par aaj abhi tak nahi aaya…”

“Dekho bhai, hum me se koi bhi nahi jaayegaa, aur aap hii bole naya bachchaa,” Abdul suggested, “Prem ko bhej do… yeh bhi toh hain ekdum gora-chitta, bilkul chikna Imran jaisa… cute bhi, aur sirf atthraa!”

“Tu jaayegaa?” Ismail asked Prem, the tone not very sure.

Prem had joined just a week earlier — lured by the thoughts of quick buck and easy sex, and after four days of ‘training’ — which mostly involved him sucking off the other boys, learning to deepthroat without gagging, and having his virgin ass ploughed sore by them.

He had serviced just four customers in the past two days: a college twink like himself, who didn’t care much about the massage, simply wanting to blow him, gurgling happily as Prem shot his load in his mouth.

A man in his forties who wanted a BJ after the massage; and two other young dudes who simply fucked his ass raw halfway through the massage…

And after a week of just blowing and having his innards delved deep, Prem was desperate to fuck… fuck ass, any ass… yes, even an uncle ass if that’s all that he could get. Besides, this would be his first out-call!

But before Prem could respond he heard the boys giggle, Jimmy asking, “Koi aunty ke saath kuch kiyaa kyaa pehela?”

“Aunty zaroor, par mast maal hain…” Gullu winked, “poori totta!”

“Chup kar…” snapped Ismail, turning to Prem as he informed, “Massage karna hain ek auraat kaa, aur uska husband baithe dekhegaa, bas. Sambhaal lega naa?”

Waise toh Prem ko pehele se hii maaloom thaa kii sometimes they also got called to ‘service’ women, par yeh kuch ajeeb saa thaa… was the guy a freak, into kinks… like, sitting and watching another guy with his wife?!

Jo bhi ho, Prerm ko ab chodnaa thaa, sirf chodnaa thaa, mard ho ya aurat… suddenly willing to do it even with a woman if that’s all that was available!

Desi porn story of a young boy at the massage parlour

“Ji, bhai,” Prem nodded, wondering.

“Jaisaa bole, waisaa hii kar dena…” Ismail said, “purana customer hain, samjha?”

Prem nodded… the boys still tittering as they eyed him.

“Karega aunty ko?” Abdul gave a sly grin, quickly adding with a snigger, “But don’t bet on it…” leaving the sentence intriguingly incomplete…

“Tera phone pe address aur number bhej diyaa…” Ismail said, “building main road pe hain, bank ke side pe.”

Prem fished out the phone from his jeans’ pocket, checking the message.

“Chal jaa, nahi toh late ho jaayegaa, aur achchaa service denaa.”

To be continued…