Indian Gay Sex Story: Mawaali k saath mauj: 1

Indian Gay Sex Story: Mawaali k saath mauj: 1

Indian Gay Sex Story: Sohan Agarwal ne jab apna naya ghar liya tab use laga ki uske jindagi
ka maqsad poora ho gaya hai. Voh abhi sirf 24 saal ka tha. Call centre
ke job se uski itni tankhvah thi ki usne bank se loan lekar apna hi
ghar le liya tha. Use uske dost poochte ki ab voh shaadi kab karega.
Magar voh unke sawaal taal jaata. Kyonki usne apne seene mein yeh
gehraa raaz chhupa liya tha ki voh gay hai. Use ladkiyon mein koyi
dilchaspi nahin thi. Halaanki usne do ladkiyon ke saath raat bitayi
thi, magar use koyi mazaa nahin aaya tha. Tab se usne apne aap ko gay
sweekar kar liya tha.

Subah ko voh utha hi tha. Uske chaddi mein uska lauda khada tha.
Vaise hi khade lund ko lekar voh bathroom mein brush karne chala gaya.
Jab voh nahaane ke liye taiyaar ho hi raha tha, tab usne bahaar kuch
aawaazein suni. Voh apni khidki ke paas gaya. Uska ghar second floor
par tha. Neeche kuch log jama the. Usne gaur se dekha. Ek mawaali
kisam ka aadmi ek kele bechne waale ke saath jhagda kar raha tha aur
log jama hokar dekh rahe the.
“Behnchod,” voh mawaali aadmi chilla raha tha, “Tu apni baat se
mukarta hai?”
Kelewala sab ko bol raha tha, “Dekho, sahab, main isko ek kele ka
teen rupya bola. Isne mereko khaali do rupya diya. Main to gareeb hoon
na?”
“Chutya banaata hai saala!”
“Gaali mat do, sahab, gaali main bhi de sakta hoon.”

Mawaali ne kelewaale ka gamcha pakad liya. “Laudu saale, tu kya gaali
dega be mereko? Tere biwi ko raand banaake uski chut mein mera yeh
waala kela ghused doonga, samjha? Jhaat ka baal, maadarchod! Mereko
gaali dega!”
Donon hi bahut gusse mein the. Kelewaala haath uthane hi waala tha ki
logon ne donon ko alag kar diya. Kelewaala ruk gaya, magar chillaya,
“Kya bola be, mere biwi ko raand banayega? Tera lund kaatkar do rupye
mein bechunga! Chaar baap ki aulaad, haraami!”

“Jaa be,” mawaali bola aur apne lund par haath rakhkar ishaara karke
bola, “Aur teri biwi ke baad main teri gaand marunga, behnchod. Bhak
saala!”

Kelewaala gusse mein vaise hi chala gaya. Log bhi apne-apne kaamon
mein chale gaye. Mawaali vahin raste ke kone par bench par baith gaya.
Kuch hi der mein uske kuch saathi aa gaye aur zor-zor se baatein karne
aur hansne lage.

Sohan bade maze se yeh sab dekh raha tha. Naye ghar mein aane ke baad
use pehli baar kuch manoranjan mila tha. Uska lauda ab poora tana hua
tha. Pata nahin kyon, magar us mawaali ki mardaangi bhari gaaliyaan
sunkar use taav aa gaya tha. Voh sochne laga ki voh us kelewaale ke
biwi ki chut aur khud kelewaale ki gaand maarte hue kaisa lagega. Usne
us mawaali ki taraf dekha. Bilkul typical tapori dikhta tha. Shirt ke
saare button khule, andar ek banian aur bilkul hi tight blue jeans.

Baal ghunghraaloo aur chaati par bhi halke baal. Saanvle rang ka tha,
magar chehra muskuraata hua tha. Use doston ke saath cigarette peeta
hua dekhkar Sohan bhi apna lund sehlaane laga. Usne shirt nahin pehna
tha aur voh khidki ke aur paas gaya taaki voh mawaali uske nangi
chaati ko dekhe. Mawaali bhi bilkul lund-khujaau tha; har minute mein
ek baar apne lund ko khujaa leta tha. Yeh dekhkar Sohan ko aur chadhne
laga.

Sohan se ab raha nahin jaa raha tha. Voh kabhi gaali nahin deta tha,
magar ab voh us mawaali ki zubaan mein bolne laga, “Aa, chutye, meri
gaand maar behnchod… dekh phaila ke rakhi hai tere liye, chal meri
maar, maadarchod…” aur saath hi voh zor-zor se muth maar raha tha.
Zyaada der voh rok nahin saka, uske laude ka ras khidki ke neeche ki
deewar par chhidak gaya. Tab uska dhyaan phir se neeche gaya. Usne
dekha ki voh mawaali uski khidki mein dekh raha tha. Sohan ki nazrein
usse mili. Usne jhat se khidki band kar li.

Sohan bahut hi sharmeela tha. Saara din office mein voh sochta raha
ki kya usne muth maarte hue dekha to nahin hoga? Nahin, kyonki khidki
oonchi thi. Magar haath hilta hua dekhkar samajh to gaya hoga. Nahin,
itna nahin samjha hoga, kyonki doosre maale par zameen se saaf nahin
dikh sakta. Is tarah ke khayaal uske man mein aate rahe.
Shaam ko apni bike par Sohan apni bulding ki gate par pahuncha. Voh
gate ke andar aaya aur dekha ki voh mawaali vahin kisi aur ke parked
bike par baitha tha. Usne apni nazrein jhuka li. Mawaali use hi dekh
raha tha. Sohan ne nazrein uthayi to seedhe uski aankhon se mulaqaat
hui. Mawaali ne halka sa smile diya. Sohan apne confusion mein kuch
bhi nahin kar paaya. Usne apna bike park kiya aur apne ghar ke andar
gaya. Mawaali ki nazron se use koyi hint nahin mila tha.

Agli subah phir uska lauda khada tha aur uski chaddi se baahar jhaank
raha tha. Sohan ne brush kiya aur phir toilet seat par baithkar lund
pooja karne laga. Tab usse raha nahin gaya. Voh uthkar khidki ke paas
aaya. Use neeche koyi nahin dikha. Voh niraash hokar andar jaa hi raha
tha ki vohi mawaali use dekha. Aaj voh sirf ek safed chaddi mein tha.
Ek bike dho raha tha. Shaayad usi ki khud ki bike thi. Jab voh bike ke
tyres dhone ke liye usi safed chaddi mein neeche baith gaya, tab uske
laude ki golaai dekhkar Sohan se raha nahin gaya. Ek baar phir usne
apni khidki gandi ki.

Ek ghante baad voh taiyaar hokar office jaane ke liye neeche aaya.
Apni bike ke taraf jaa raha tha, tab usne dekha ki us mawaali ki bike
bhi uske bike ko rokkar khadi thi. Usne yahaan-vahaan dekha, magar use
bike ka maalik nahin dikha. Phir bade pyaar se voh khud hi uske
jaaneman ki bike hataane laga. Bike ko chookar use aasman ki khushi
mil gayi thi. Voh aankh band kar sapnalok mein chala gaya tha, ki usne
vahi jaani-pehchaani aawaaz suni, “Behnchod! Chhod meri bike ko!”
Sohan jaag utha. “Voh, aapki bike mere bike ke aage thi.”

Hot and wild Indian gay sex story of a guy’s first homosexual experience with a rough and rugged desi gunda mawaali!

“Oh, meri bike aage thi? Aisa kyon nahin bolta hai ki teri bike mere
bike ke peeche thi?”
“Ek hi baat hai na, yaar,” Sohan ne kaha aur use gaur se dekhne laga.
“Abey, kal ka chokra, kal idhar aayela hai aur apun ki bike ko
chhedta hai? Apun ki bike – Sanju ki bike!”
“Sanju… to yeh naam hai!” Sohan ne man hi man socha.
“Dekh kya raha hai be? Chhod apun ki bike.”

“Chhod diya, bas,” Sohan ne poocha. “Ab bataao main kaisa jaaun?”
“Shahana banta hai?” Sanju ne kaha. “Magar chal, tu naya hai na,
tereko concession de deta hoon aaj.” Usne apni bike nikaal li. “Lekin
dekh, yeh spot mera hai. Tu kidhar aur park karne ka, kya?”
“Okay boss,” Sohan ne kaha.
Sanju Sohan ko jaate hue dekhta raha.