Urdu sex story of horny teenager’s first gay encounter: 1

Urdu sex story: Kareeb aadha ghanta ho chukaa thaa aur ab dono hi shaant ho chukae thae… both were calm now. Dono ke hi saans ab phir se normal ho chukaa thaa, aur dono ka hi heart-beats bhi ab normal thaa.

Kamre me bilkul sannaataa chhaaya huya thaa… the room enshrouded in an eerie silence after almost two hours of unrestrained cries of arousal and loud sounds of sex — gasps, groans and moans mingled with the constant, steady creak of the chaarpai, and slap-slap of naked flesh…

Woh mas-masaahatt aur tez saanson ka be-dharak shor, woh zoron ka siskiyaan, woh be-qaid aahen… woh betahashaa chudaii kaa aawaaz… paseene me bheega nange badan kaa thap-thapaahat… ab sab shaant ho chukaa thaa.

They lay silent and unmoving, enwrapped in that amazing afterglow that invariably follow a highly satisfying sexual congress… enfolded in that nerve tingling lassitude, engulfed in the vigour sapping lethargy… enraptured in the joy of fulfilment!

Happy, and content!

The boy still flat on his belly, eyes closed, legs still splayed wide, sensing the liquid load leak out of his fluttering anus and gently roll down his ball-sac, pooling under him, wetting the sheet.

The youth on his back, limbs stretched out, languorous, his cock finally sated, once more flaccid… glistening in the mellow light of the room.

The union had been strident — steamily torrid… obscenely sloppy… vociferously loud and noisy — the culmination of almost a month of moderated encounters, and silent wooing…

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Bachhpan paar no-umar dahleez pe khada shadaab javaanii angdaayii letaa huyaa dastak de rahaa thaa, parr naa toh ilm thaa, aur naa hi koi hosh… naa ehsaas, aur naa hi shu’uur — unaware, unmindful, unconcerned — duniyaa-o-maa-fiihaa se be-khabar…

Janaab bas, apna masti me doobaa, was happy in his own little world!

Waise toh ‘alaamat-e-buluugh jism kaa harr hissaa, harr jaanib se yehi bedaar-karta huya tasdeeq kar raha thaa: woh zer-e naaf baalon ka bharpuur aana, raanon ke darmiyaan lund ka wasee hona — the underarm hair, the newly enlarged genitals, the freshly sprouted pubes…

The developing teen muscles, the shadow above the upper lips — but nothing seemed to matter: ghar, school, aur dher saare dost, bas khush thaa woh apna yehi chhoti sii duniyaa me!

Thoda shariir, thoda ziddi… gorgeously cute and adorably sweet… wide-eyed and innocent. Aur saath woh adaa, woh shokhii, woh saadgii… baat-baat pe khafaa honaa, naaraazgii jataana — those crafty sulks and those artful pouts — uff, kisi ko bhi paagal banaa de!

Bas, sirf ek hi baat usse bahut bother kar raha thaa – it was the sudden change in his friends, yes, ALL of them!

Things were fine till about a couple years back, and then over a short period of a few months they simply went bonkers — swooning over tits and pussies… drooling over girls!

No, they still hung out, and they still played their various games… still enjoyed horsing around, and having their usual youthful fun…

But the boys were like obsessed, constantly talking about girls… behaving weirdly whenever they saw girls, leaving him bemused one moment, and exasperated the next… totally bewildered by their sheer stupidity — GIRLS, of all things!!!

And it only got progressively worse over the year, watching with horror as his beautiful little world crumbled and fell apart with each one of his friend droping by the wayside – enamoured and ensnared by the charm and deathly siren song of the so-called fairer sex: GIRLS!

It made him wonder if this was it – how good things in life ended? Friends, guys, you’ve known all your life, suddenly going crazy? Everything you knew, you held dear, changing forever?

In fact, inn ladkiyon me aisaa hain kya, jo saalon kaa yaari-dosti, mauj-masti bhoolkar unke peeche chal paden, huh?

“Choot!” once a friend had stated in response when he had asked the question, “Hain kya tere paas, huh?!”

Really?!!!

Why couldn’t life remain simple – just friends and fun? Did things really NEED to change? – Girls? Sex?!!!

In fact, by the end of the school year he wasn’t sure about anything anymore and was actually glad when school closed for the summer… glad that he wouldn’t have to see the dopey look on the faces of his friends all day long, or listen to their senseless, utterly banal banter the whole day!

Toh chhuttion me ab akelaa hii ghumta thaa becharaa, apna cycle le kar ghar ke aas-paas, gali-mohalle me — fed-up, totally unwilling to spend the day with them at the mall, listening to their excited gasps, silly giggles and bone-rattling sighs each time a girl crossed their path!

Preferring to visit the neighbourhood park instead, where the slightly younger boys (jinhe abhi tak ladkiyon kii lat nahi lagaa thaa ) played, hanging out with them… playing football, and discussing the newest, most downloaded games at the play store.

Aur yuhi ek dinn, one late Saturday afternoon, about a week into his vacation, as he reached the park he saw a lot of activity in front of the house across the street, bang opposite… noticing his new friends huddled in a tight knot, watching… going over and joining them, curious…

It was the house of an old couple who lived alone, renting out the upper floor to students from the nearby college.

A small tempo-truck was parked before the house and men were unloading cartons and other odds and ends — a few cane chairs, a couple desk-tables, and such other assorted knick-knacks —

And as the men carried the items inside, with an ear-splitting roar, accompanied by squealing tires, a motorbike came to a screeching halt right in front of the house… a young dude astride the mean looking machine.

“New tenant…” observed one of the boys.

“Hmm…” chorused the others in agreement, all eyes fixed on the bike, each boy immensely impressed by the machine!

Taking off his dark shades and casting a cursory glance around, the rider swung off the bike and strode inside… the keys jangling as he spun them around his left index finger…

Uff, kya swag, kya swagger !

Bike toh mast thaa, no doubt, but unmindful of the bike one pair of wide, enchanted eyes remained glued on the rider — pata nahi kyu, pata nahi kis liye, par ek ajeeb saa phadkan, jism me ek anjaan sansanii daud pada thaa — aur dil farefta, aankh shefta, dekhtaa hii reh gayaa…

He went on staring even after the youth was long gone – nahi, bike nahi, uss gaye zil-e jamiil ko!

“You coming or what, huh?” he suddenly heard the query as someone nudged him in his ribs, “Khelna hain ki nahi?”

“Kaha khoya huya hain?” questioned another.

“Tera cycle pe hi tu theek hain,” sniggered a third, “wo bike tere bas kaa baat nahi, chal-chal!”

And as he pulled himself out of the benumbing torpor, our little hero felt the now familiar tingle in his groin — wohi jaani-pehchaani, anokhaa salsalaahat — quickly realising, with shame and embarrassment, that he had a raging boner, a full-fledged HARDON!

Well, it had been a while now, at least three years, that his cock had developed a mind of its own… throbbing and flexing in turgid splendour at all hours of the day (and night) — naa jagah kii paabandii, aur naa hi waqt kaa lihaaz! — mood huya toh bas, sarr uthaa ke khadaa ho gaya!

Shahoot kaa aanaa, zakar kaa akadd jaanaa… ab toh kuch aadat saa pad gayaa thaa. Waise toh akele me bada mazaa bhi aata thaa – chhoone me, sahalane me, ragadne me… but a boner in public was shamefully mortifying, that too in front of those kids!

Uss raat, sukoot-e khalvat me, kaafi der tak jaagtaa rahaa, karvat badalta rahaa — tossing and turning late into the night — bandh aankhon ke samney baar-baar ussi anjaan shakhs kaa chehera lahraataa nazar aayaa, dimaagh ussi ko yaad-aavarii karta rahaa… ek saraab, ek jaisaa…

Uff, uska wo mardana andaz, wo zaalim adaa… maano wo ek sarsarii jhalak, wo aarzii tajallii, tilism-zaar kar diiyaa thaa janaab ko, paagal huyaa jaa rahaa thaa bechaaraa!

Ek aag sii lagii huyi thii seene me, purey jism me ek ajeeb sansanii daur pada thaa, dil bechaen huyaa jaa rahaa thaa… aur ek ‘ajab khvaahish lahr ki tarhaa badan me umbhar rahaa thaa…

Zer-e naaf raanon ke darmiiyaan sholaa bhadak rahaa thaa… lund khezii amal thaa, bilkul tanaa huyaa, throbbing and flexing with furious urgency!

Yun toh he had had many erections over the past couple years, and he had caressed and petted his throbbing hard cock numerous time… had even rubbed himself against the bolster, the mattress, extracting sexual contentment by that simple, innocent act.

Bistar aur takiye pe khada lund ragadte huye ek suroor saa haasiil kar letaa thaa, agarche, kabhi bhi ehtilaam nahi huyaa thaa ab tak, par haan, jinsi lutf zaroor haasiil ho-jaataa thaa.

In fact, it could be said that he didn’t know how to masturbate… jerk off in the real sense — kabhi jalaq laganaa seekhaa hii nahi thaa!

Par uss raat, zindagii me peheli baar, hawa-e nafs ke tah-e daam giraft hotaa jaa rahaa thaa… ek iztiraab-e shauq, ek shadiid jinsi talab sataye jaa rahaa thaa. For the first time in his young life he was experiencing such strong, such intense desire!

Yeh nau-khezii kaa wo shadiid taqaazaa thaa jisey nakaarnaa naamumkin thaa, aur woh apna lund aakhir haath me thaam hii liyaa… without even realising it his fingers curled around the flexing shaft, slowly… gradually beginning to jerk the throbbing, pulsing column!

Hai re saadgii-e sin, bin tajurbae ke, bin hunar ke, uss raat, pehli baar, ishtiyaaq ne khud-lazzatii seekhaa hii diyaa!

Whoa, what an amazing feeling it was for him, his first jerk-off… what a mind-boggling sensation… and he was soon gasping for air, his heart slamming wildly as his body carried him to the crest… engulfing him in waves upon waves of intense pleasure, making his whole body twitch and jerk and spasm…

His torso arching high as the pleasure roared at him, before finally tipping him over the top… His cock exploding with ground-shattering ferocity, spewing boiling hot lava as he shot his young life’s first teen load high into the air!

Urdu sex story of slutty teen’s crazy infatuation with a young man

Taqreeban kuch do ya teen minute tak inzaal hota rahaa… gut wrenching, energy sapping powerful explosions… at least a dozen forceful volleys, before petering out to short, vicious little spurts splattering his belly and chest, making him grunt out aloud as his body twitched and convulsed with the dying fury of his maiden ejaculation!

Khasion aur zayed aazaa se ratobat kaa afraaz me tar-batar, nidhaal pada rahaa, muzmahil – listless and silent, drenched in his own copious cum.

It took him a long while to regain his breath and gather his senses before finally realising what had just happened – amazed and thrilled, but utterly exhausted to do anything to mark the massive milestone!

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