Diary of Lala Part 2

Part 2: You Diary of Lala (Mid 2024 – 2025)*

**05 August **

BBC

I turned a long-held filthy fantasy into reality by arranging for a massively hung African stud to be flown in directly from Kenya, covering every expense along with a generous fee. The instant his enormous black dick sprang free, thick and heavy, my body responded with pure hunger. I dropped onto all fours on the carpet like a bitch in heat, arching my muscular back and spreading my ass invitingly. He wasted no time. That massive cock stretched my hole to its absolute limits as he slammed in deep, pounding my prostate with brutal, unrelenting force. He fucked me for hours — choking my neck, spitting into my open mouth, slapping my ass while I came hands-free over and over, my own dick spurting uselessly onto the floor. He flooded my wrecked, gaping hole with thick, heavy loads until warm cum poured out in steady rivers every time he thrust. The overwhelming physical destruction and complete surrender delivered a raw, intensely sultry satisfaction that left me trembling and leaking for days afterward.

**10 November **

Arabian Sea – Private Yacht

The gentle rocking of my luxury yacht set the perfect stage for a decadent sex party I had meticulously arranged with top male whores and select foreign studs through discreet elite pimps. Money removed every last boundary. I began by fucking several of them raw right on the sun deck, my thick dick slamming into their tight asses as the waves crashed rhythmically around us and the salt air filled my lungs. Their moans mixed with the sound of the sea. Then the dynamic shifted — I surrendered completely. They passed my powerful muscular body around like a living toy, double-penetrating my ass, forcing their cocks down my throat, and covering every inch of my skin with layer upon layer of cum. I was used relentlessly until the first light of sunrise, my holes overflowing, body sticky and marked. The exhilarating group energy combined with the deep, cum-soaked satisfaction left me floating in pure bliss.

**15 February **

Cuckold

A lavish sex party I hosted for high-end escorts took an even filthier turn when a wealthy married couple, carefully vetted and generously compensated, joined the gathering. After securing their full consent, I first pounded the husband’s ass deep and hard on the living room floor while his wife watched with wide, hungry eyes. Then I turned my attention to her, breeding her fertile pussy with powerful, deliberate strokes at their explicit, desperate begging. They pleaded for my superior genes, so I filled her womb with load after thick, potent load.

**23 May **

Pandit

The sacred atmosphere of a grand puja ceremony in a sprawling Bandra residence unexpectedly fueled my lust when I spotted the cute young pandit with his innocent face and lithe build. Seizing a private moment backstage amid the ongoing rituals, I offered him ten thousand rupees — an amount that clearly overwhelmed him. His eager nod came quickly. I bent him over a dusty storage chest, lifted his traditional dhoti, and rammed my thick, throbbing dick into his tight ass without hesitation. I fucked him fast and dirty, hips snapping forward with urgent force while the distant sound of devotional chants floated through the thin walls. When I finally bred him deep, my cum ran visibly down his thighs as he straightened his clothes. As he left, dazed and flushed, he whispered that I was a sex guru who had just enlightened him in ways the scriptures never could — the best fuck he had ever known. The thrilling risk of discovery so close to the holy ceremony added an electric, dangerous edge to the deeply sultry release.

**28 August **

My growing reputation among working-class men continued to provide convenient, no-frills relief. A poor young labourer readily agreed for just one thousand rupees. I took him to a secluded alley and fucked his ass savagely against the rough wall, pounding him mercilessly until he begged loudly for my load. Later that same day, my regular barber, along with two drivers and a favourite waiter from a local restaurant, lined up eagerly. Small amounts of cash secured their participation. I used some of their holes with brutal efficiency, then spread my own muscular ass cheeks and let some fuck me raw in turn. Another memorable sexy day. Masturbating as I am writing it — oh boy, when will I get satisfied.

**12 February **

Trainer

One late evening, after the regular crowd had left, I booked an exclusive private training session with my strikingly muscular gym instructor. A generous cash offer ensured complete discretion and willingness. The empty weights area became our battlefield. I dominated him first, bending him over the adjustable bench and pounding his tight ass with powerful, rhythmic thrusts. Our sweat-slicked reflections multiplied endlessly in the surrounding mirrors, heightening the visual thrill. The constant risk of a night security guard walking in added sharp adrenaline to every slap of skin. Afterward, I surrendered on the heated sauna bench, letting him fuck me raw and deep until our combined sweat and cum pooled on the hot wooden slats. As we cooled down, he admitted breathlessly that I was a sex god who had delivered the best fuck of his life — his personal guru in pleasure. The risky, intensely physical session left me drained yet deeply satisfied.

**18 March **

High-End Mall Changing Room, South Bombay

While browsing in an exclusive South Bombay luxury mall, an attractive male model browsing nearby caught my predatory eye. Money changed hands discreetly, and we slipped into a spacious private changing room. The thrill of shoppers and staff moving just beyond the heavy curtain made my pulse race wildly. I slammed my thick dick into his ass against the full-length mirror, fucking him hard and fast while watching our reflections. He then turned the tables, railing my muscular ass with surprising force until I had to bite my own arm to stifle loud moans. The adrenaline rush of near-discovery transformed the quick encounter into an exhilarating, deeply sultry experience.

**25 April **

Khan

Through well-placed connections and a substantial payment, I brought a famous Indian cricketer Rahim Khan (name changed) to my private suite shortly after an important match. I was watching him on screen when the match was over. I asked him to come without shower as I was in full whore mood. As he arrived, I cleaned him well with my tongue. The clash of our equally muscular, athletic bodies was electric. I took him first with aggressive, powerful thrusts, then we flipped roles naturally — him pounding me deep and hard while we grappled and wrestled across the bed like competitors on the field. The exciting exchange of raw strength and stamina ended with thick loads exchanged between us, leaving both of us exhausted and filled with profound mutual satisfaction.

**02 May **

Bollywood After-Party

Significant funds and my natural charm secured my invitation to an exclusive after-party on a closed film set. The night evolved into a small but intensely hedonistic gathering with several industry insiders. I moved fluidly among them — fucking some raw with deep, commanding strokes while others took turns claiming my ass in the dimly lit lounge. Sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, the air thick with moans and the scent of sex. The thrilling atmosphere of forbidden celebrity indulgence culminated in a deeply satisfying, cum-covered exhaustion that carried me through the following days.

**10 June **

My Penthouse Servant Quarters

Lust sparked unexpectedly with one of my long-term drivers. A modest cash incentive led to a spontaneous, dirty session that began in the underground car garage and continued upstairs in the servant quarters. I fucked him mercilessly against the cool concrete wall first, then allowed him to use my muscular ass with eager abandon. The stark class contrast and his grateful, hungry compliance created a raw, satisfying thrill that felt both familiar and refreshingly direct.

**17 July **

Luxury Hotel Suite, Mumbai

I arranged for a top-tier international male escort renowned for his extreme stamina and willingness to explore extremes, booking him through a highly discreet pimp network. In the opulent hotel suite, we pushed boundaries for hours — edging each other relentlessly with toys and light restraints before I dominated him thoroughly, then surrendered and let him wreck my hole with powerful, sustained strokes. The prolonged buildup and eventual explosive release delivered layer upon layer of thrilling tension followed by ultimate, deeply sultry satisfaction.

**24 August **

Secluded Spot near Aksa Beach, Mumbai

During a quiet weekend getaway, I encountered a fit local near a relatively secluded stretch of coastline close to Aksa Beach. Cash secured his willing participation for an exposed outdoor session under the open sky. The thrill of waves gently lapping around our bodies as I fucked him deeply in the shallow water, then surrendered and let his cock take me with rhythmic urgency, blended the natural elements with raw physicality. The exhilarating freedom of the open air resulted in a profoundly satisfying, salt-tinged climax for both of us.

**05 September **

Family Wedding Hotel Room, Mumbai Outskirts

Amid the festivities of a distant relative’s lavish wedding, I managed to isolate my brother-in-law in a quiet corner of the hotel. The urgent, forbidden thrill of the moment fueled an intense, multi-position marathon. I bred him desperately against the wall at first, then allowed him to take me hard on the bed while distant music and laughter from the celebrations filtered through the door. The constant risk of interruption only amplified every thrust, leading to a profoundly satisfying, taboo-soaked release.

**12 October **

Private Residence, South Bombay

A submissive young YouTube Insta influencer who had been admiring me from afar, making praising videos on me and my business, reached out to me and readily consented to a BDSM-tinged private session after he begged for a year. He agreed to worship me as my slave.

In my residence, I began by dominating him with bondage, marking his smooth skin with controlled slaps and stimulating him intensely. After massive action, I made him lick all my body parts and accessories like belt and shoe. I fed him my hot piss and load of cum which he swallowed well. I made him clean my toilet and kept him as my maid for the entire day naked. He was not allowed to walk, only crawl. I slapped him every minute — haha, he was getting orgasms serving me.

As the session ended, he looked at me with worshipful eyes and called me his sex guru — the one who had given him the best fuck of his life and taught him pleasures he had only dreamed of. The charged power exchange created thrilling intensity and left us both spent, marked, and deeply satisfied.

**20 November **

Affluent Couple’s Residence, South Bombay

Another high-society couple, met at a recent elite event, invited me to their private residence after generous negotiations. In their elegantly furnished home, I fucked both partners together — first pounding the husband’s ass with deep, commanding strokes while the wife participated actively, then shifting to breed her fertile pussy at their explicit, eager begging for my superior genes. They later turned their full attention to me, sharing my body as their combined focus. The multi-layered dynamic of dominance, breeding, and surrender delivered an exciting variety of sensations and a richly fulfilling climax to the evening.

**03 December **

– My 25th birthday

My twenty-fifth birthday.. Wanted to cross all my limit, nothing satisfy me.. So may be this, it became the filthiest, most exhaustive celebration imaginable.

In last few months I arranged for twenty-five carefully selected men — seasoned escorts, referrals from trusted pimps, locals, and a few foreigners, celebrity escorts — tested medically multiple times and quarantined to rotate through my penthouse in continuous shifts from sunrise until well past midnight. They treated my hardcore muscular body like a living, breathing sex doll with absolutely no mercy. Thick, eager dicks slammed into my ass without pause for nearly twenty hours. I was bent over furniture, lifted into the air, double- and even triple-penetrated while load after load flooded my stretched guts and painted my chest, face, and abs. I moaned shamelessly like a broken whore throughout, my voice hoarse as I demanded the next cock even while cum poured steadily from my wrecked, gaping hole. They slapped my ass, spat in my mouth, choked my throat, and used every inch of me relentlessly. By the end, I lay sprawled in a massive, sticky pool of seed — body trembling, holes ruined, skin marked — yet my nymphomaniac soul felt profoundly, overwhelmingly satisfied. Several of them, spent and reverent, called me their sex god — whose fucking had ruined them for anyone else. Twenty-five loads for my twenty-fifth year marked a new pinnacle in my endless pursuit of pleasure.

Birthday celebration not over though, on the way to London to fuck my childhood crush a most loved Hollywood star , first time with a fucking Oscar winner.. Damn.

Diary of Lala Part 1.

As I journeyed from the bustling streets of Mumbai to the majestic city of London aboard a transcontinental flight, an extraordinary and most unexpected encounter unfolded. Seated beside me was a strikingly handsome young man, his features chiseled and commanding attention. With focused intensity, he inscribed entries into a sleek black diary.

Driven by an irresistible curiosity, I discreetly attempted to glance at the pages. To my astonishment, the title emblazoned across the open leaf read: “25th Birthday with 25 Men.”

My intrigue deepened with every passing moment. Though his posture partially obscured the text, fleeting glimpses revealed provocative phrases such as “fuck,” “sex,” and “one by one on the table.” A profound sense of fascination gripped me, yet the angle prevented any coherent reading.

Upon our arrival at Heathrow Airport, as the aircraft taxied to a halt, the young man rose swiftly and departed down the aisle. In his haste, the diary slipped from his bag and tumbled to the floor. I promptly retrieved it, intending to return it to its owner, but he had already vanished into the throng of passengers. Despite my efforts, I could not locate him at the baggage claim.

Later, in the solitude of my hotel room, an overwhelming compulsion led me to open the diary. What unfolded before my eyes was nothing short of a bewildering and intensely provocative chronicle.

Thus, I present to you excerpts from this astonishing document: The Diary of a Lala... Filthy Rich Lokesh Agarwal, Agrawal Groups founder and CEO but a sex addict who in the heat of every possible encounter, he's known as Lala in his lust world — the rich young brat from South Bombay whose only true addiction is sex itself. No drugs, no alcohol, no chemical escapes; his empire of real-estate wealth fuels nothing but pure, relentless fucking.

Part 1: The Early Flames (2023 – Early 2024)*

**01 January 2023**

New year's first hunt

The clock had barely struck midnight when the fire inside me demanded its first sacrifice of the year. That New Year’s night, amid the loud celebrations at our family mansion, I locked eyes with my handsome cousin. His hesitant smile told me everything. I pulled him aside into one of the quiet guest bedrooms, pressed a thick envelope containing three lakhs into his palm, and watched his resistance melt. The moment the door clicked shut, raw hunger took over. I shoved him face-down onto the soft bed, yanked his trousers down roughly, and freed my already throbbing, thick-veined dick. Without a word, I spat on my palm, rubbed the head against his tight virgin ass, and rammed forward in one powerful stroke. He gasped sharply as I buried myself balls-deep, his tight walls gripping me like a fist. I fucked him with savage, unrelenting force — hips slamming forward, heavy balls slapping loudly against his skin with every deep thrust. The bed creaked violently beneath us as I bred him, pumping thick, hot load after load deep into his guts until warm cum began leaking out around my shaft and dripping down his trembling thighs. The forbidden thrill of claiming family blood sent shivers through my muscular frame. When I finally pulled out, his hole was gaping slightly, red and slick with my seed. He lay there breathing heavily, eyes wide with awe, whispering that I had given him the best fuck of his life and that I was like a sex god who had just opened a new world for him. I smiled to myself — already his guru, already addicted to the power.

**08 April 2023**

Ballu uncle

Today Ballu uncle arrived at my penthouse under the excuse of discussing property matters. I was already horny. The moment I saw the flicker of curiosity mixed with nervousness in his eyes, I knew the evening would not end with mere conversation. I slid a fat envelope holding eight lakhs across the polished marble table. He hesitated only for a second before nodding. We moved to the open balcony overlooking the glittering Arabian Sea. The cool night breeze brushed against my heated skin as I bent the older man over the sturdy railing, pulled his pants down, and spat generously on my thick dick. I drove into his hairy ass with one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. I pounded him mercilessly under the stars, my powerful muscular hips slamming against him again and again, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing softly. He groaned deeply, his body shaking with every savage stroke as I claimed him completely. When my orgasm hit, I flooded his guts with rope after thick rope of cum until it overflowed and ran down his legs. I sent him home still leaking my seed. The memory of turning a respected family elder into my personal cum-dump brought a deep, sultry wave of satisfaction that stayed with me for many nights afterward.

**14 July 2023**

Ex.

The summer heat matched the fire in my veins when I reconnected with my ex-girlfriend Ramya at an intimate private party in Worli. Old desires resurfaced instantly. A generous cash gift, paired with my promise of complete discretion, made her consent effortless. Back in my penthouse, I laid her down on the cool silk sheets. I spread her legs wide, positioned my thick, throbbing dick at her soaked entrance, and pushed in slowly at first, then with growing force. I fucked her hard and deep, my muscular body covering hers as I drove into her pussy with powerful strokes. Her moans filled the room as I flipped her onto all fours, gripped her hips firmly, and railed her from behind — my heavy balls slapping rhythmically against her clit with every thrust. I pumped load after hot load into her welcoming womb, marking her as mine once again. The intense, possessive release left both of us drenched in sweat and trembling in profound satisfaction, her body still quivering long after I withdrew.

Her father came to pick her up. Boy, he was hot as fuck. Mr. Raichand, the king of famous businessmen, a tycoon so many years ago, had tried to connect with me for business deals which did not happen because of his irrelevant demands. But boy, for the first time I saw him so close — he was hot and had a great ass. I wanted to fuck that ass.

**19 October 2023**

Rich dad

Ramyas father was still in my mind. I decided to start connecting with him, told him I was ready to sign all the demands as I was in a good mood. He was happy but I said I had only one condition: I wanted to fuck him.

He was known for being tough to deal with but the mother fucker agreed with the fuck — must have seen 100 crores coming through our deals.

On the same bed I fucked his daughter the other day, I turned him around, bent him over the edge of the bed, and spread his muscular ass cheeks wide, offering himself completely. I entered him, driving my dick deep into his greedy hole. I fucked like a man possessed, pounding my ex’s father’s prostate with relentless strokes while he moaned shamelessly like a cheap whore beneath me. The pressure built until I shot hands-free across the sheets in powerful spurts. I continued using him for hours, flooding him with thick, hot cum that poured out every time I pulled back slightly. Being reduced to such a thoroughly used fuck-hole brought a dark, deeply sultry satisfaction that only intensified my growing cravings. Best business deal ever.

**24 January 2024**

Mile high club

The long-haul business-class flight offered an unexpected thrill. The fit, uniformed air host kept stealing glances at my muscular frame. A discreet offer of four lakhs, passed quietly during service, secured his full cooperation. Once the cabin lights dimmed and privacy was assured, I pulled him into the forward private area, pinned him firmly against the bulkhead, and yanked down his trousers. My thick dick, already leaking with anticipation, found his tight ass. I slammed into him raw at thirty thousand feet — hard, fast, and relentless — breeding him deep with every powerful thrust while the steady vibration of the plane added to the sensation. The exhilarating risk of sudden turbulence or discovery made every stroke more intense. When I finally filled him with my load, the high-altitude release felt electric and deeply satisfying.

**30 April 2024**

Mumbai, South Bombay

After months of careful negotiation and escalating offers, I finally secured a private night with a famous A-list Bollywood celebrity Samar (name changed) whose bulge pic in his towel went viral and I wanted to taste it ever since, got to him through Orry. The fucker demanded several crores — as much as he charges for a movie. Money changed hands to guarantee absolute pleasure and privacy.

It was decided to go to Dubai in his private island at Palm Jumeirah villa.

The moment I arrived, his staff took all that I was wearing and gave me a robe. When we were alone in his lavish bedroom, dominance surged through me. I threw him onto the massive bed, freed his massive cock and sucked till my mouth went numb. I wanted this rod in my ass and asked him to do so. He fucked so well. Orry was right about it — he’s a pro with great stamina. I was dying to taste his ass. I started to rim him, soon spread his ass cheeks apart, and buried my thick, veiny dick balls-deep in one powerful motion. I fucked him mercilessly for hours — pounding with raw strength, slapping his skin, gripping his throat lightly as I drove deeper. His hole gradually gaped under the assault, dripping steadily with my cum by the time dawn approached. 3 crore mother fucker money worth spent, sala. As he dressed, still trembling, he confessed I had given him the best fuck of his entire life and that I was nothing short of a sex god — who had shown him pleasures no one else ever could. The thrilling conquest of such a public, desired figure left me drenched in sweat and filled with profound, lingering satisfaction.

TBC

English The Forbidden Love Suhas’s Story *Part 2

Forbidden Love Suhas's story Part 2**

After Goa, Raghuveer became my private obsession. I started creating opportunities for us with careful planning. I would suggest weekend treks or short drives to Lonavala, always framing them as harmless boys’ outings. To the world, we were just close friends. In reality, those hours were ours alone — filled with raw passion, quiet tenderness, and the kind of intimacy I had never known.

The thrill of secrecy became addictive. During family dinners, while everyone chatted and laughed, I would slide my hand under the table and gently squeeze Raghuveer’s thigh, then slowly move higher until my fingers brushed the growing bulge in his pants. He would try to keep a straight face, breathing shallow, while I stroked him slowly under the tablecloth.Sometimes grabbing him n kissing him in kitchen while everyone was in living room. The risk of our wives sitting right across from us made my pulse race every single time.

One unforgettable evening, Neha was talking to me from the hall about some household matter. Raghuveer was on the balcony. He quietly knelt down, unzipped me through the narrow grill opening, and took my cock into his warm mouth. I stood there answering my wife normally, trying not to moan, while he sucked me deep and wet till I cum in his mouth as there was no chance of pulling out. Raghu happily swallowed for the first time and smiled with satisfaction.

And the sheer audacity of it — getting a blowjob while casually conversing with my wife — gave me one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced.

We had several close calls. Once, Neha returned home much earlier than expected and caught us both coming out of the bedroom, my hair messy and Raghuveer’s shirt improperly buttoned. My heart nearly stopped. I quickly invented a story about fixing a noisy AC unit. She bought it, but the adrenaline from that narrow escape made our next encounter even more frantic and passionate.

Neha n Priya would teas us light-heartedly. My wife would jokingly call Raghuveer “sautan” whenever she saw us together. “Suhas, my sautan is here again,” she would say with a laugh. Little did she know how close to the truth she was.

My farmhouse just outside Pune was heaven specifically for us. We would drive there under the excuse of “checking on the property.” Those weekends became our private playground. We explored every fantasy we could imagine — slow, romantic lovemaking in front of the large mirror, light bondage with hands tied to the bedpost, role-play as strangers or boss and employee, outdoor sex on the terrace under the stars, edging each other for hours, and new toys we bought secretly. Every discovery brought us closer and made our connection deeper.

There is a private room in our farmhouse that remains locked and inaccessible to family members. This space contains our romantic photo frames, various gifts we have exchanged, toys ,fancy thongs that we love seeing each other in and even a sex sofa . We generally do not bring family members to this farmhouse . I have informed my wife that the house serves as an investment for our future, . And about the our room I maintain the excuse that it houses important property documents and functions as my personal solitude room.

One night at the farmhouse, after a particularly intense session, I told Raghuveer about Sharad. I described how Raghuveer reminded me so much of my first love story — the same gentle strength, the same warm eyes. Tears filled both our eyes as I spoke. We held each other tightly that night, and the lovemaking that followed was slower, deeper, and more emotional than anything we had shared before.

In that quiet moment, with tears still in our eyes, I confessed what I had been feeling for so long. “Raghu, I love you like a husband. We have wives and kids, but there is our own world which is beyond sex. I crave for you — for your glimpse, your mere presence in the house next to me is peaceful. We have to live a dual life and we have to accept it. Maybe in the next lifetime we won’t have to share ourselves with anyone else.”

He looked at me with the same depth of emotion. We both knew the weight of those words.

We both celebrate two birthdays every year. One with family — full of cake, laughter, and relatives. The other was private, just the two of us. I would gift him small things he could wear hidden under his clothes — a chain, a watch, a simple ring. He would surprise me with thoughtful notes or new toys for our farmhouse adventures. Even our Goa night as an anniversary every year.

The times when both our wives and kids were away were the most liberating. We would fuck in every room possible, take long baths together, walk around the house completely nude the whole day, order our favourite food, watch movies cuddled up on the sofa, and talk about life for hours. Whenever one of us got hard again, we would go at it immediately — we simply could not get enough of each other.

Sometimes, in the dead of night, we would wake up at 3 or 4 a.m., hearts pounding with risk, quietly cross the balcony, and fuck intensely until the first light of morning before slipping back to our respective beds beside our wives. Those stolen moments — hurried, desperate, and full of adrenaline — only made our secret bond stronger.

Our wives are happy, we try hard to do so, whatever they want we make sure they get, time money body romance and what not we try hard to prioritise them but yes raghu n me love each other bit more than everything else.

Even today, 4 years later, when I see Raghuveer smile at me across the balcony or feel his hand brush mine secretly, I remember that first deliberate night in Goa. What began as my careful plan on a moonlit beach has become the most authentic and beautiful part of my life.

English The Forbidden Love Suhas’s Story *Part 1

From Suhas 

I had lived what everyone called a perfectly normal, settled life in Pune. At 34, I was married to Neha for eight years and we had a young son. From the outside, my life looked complete — a loving wife, a beautiful child, a stable job, and a comfortable flat. But the truth was far more complicated.

I never wanted to marry a girl. The marriage was sudden and arranged, forced upon me by the heavy expectations of my orthodox Brahmin Maharashtrian family. Coming out was never an option. Even thinking about refusing the marriage felt like betraying generations of tradition. So I did what was expected of me. I got married and tried my best to forget everything I had been before.

My bisexual desires had awakened much earlier. When I was 18, my own uncle had forced himself on me one night. It was violent and confusing. That unfortunate incident turned me into a beast for a few years. I fucked every man I could find — Tom, Dick, and Harry — with raw, merciless power, as if I was trying to punish the world or prove something to myself. It was dark and empty.

Then I met Sharad in my first job. He was my first real love. He loved me with all his heart, gently and completely. With him, I became human again. We both knew we could never have a future together — not in our world — but we loved fiercely until life pulled us apart. I used to cry for hours out of frustration, knowing there was no future for us. I would dream of running away with him — packing our bags and settling in Germany or Canada, where we could live openly like other gay couples, building our own little world without fear or shame. But reality is not the same for everyone. Life, family pressure, and societal expectations crushed those dreams. I was forced to marry Neha, burying that part of me deep inside.

Sex with Neha was enjoyable enough — I never disliked it — but something always felt missing. Her body was soft and beautiful, yet it never gave me the same deep satisfaction I craved. She was a good woman — kind, caring, and genuinely loving. She satisfied me physically with complete devotion. In the heat of passion, she even noticed how I loved grabbing her ass and playing with her ass hole sometimes more than vagina.. One night, in a moment of intense desire, she sat on me and pushed my cock into her ass. Ever since, we enjoyed anal sex too. She was such a lovely lady, always trying to make me happy. How could I ever betray her for my own selfish soul?

Yet, no matter how hard I tried, my body had needs my soul could never fully ignore. Deep down, I was still craving the kind of hug Sharad used to give me.

Then Raghuveer and Priya moved into the flat next door.

The day they arrived, I went over to help with the boxes. Raghuveer was 30, newly married, with a gentle smile and a firm handshake. The moment our hands touched, my heart nearly stopped. He looked strikingly like Sharad — the same quiet strength, the same warm eyes, the same gentle masculinity. It felt like love was visiting me twice. After eight long years of forcing myself to be straight and loyal, here was someone who reminded me of the one person who had truly understood my soul. Why not allow it to happen? My body and soul were both pulling me toward him.

Over the following weeks, we started chatting on the balcony every evening. Weekend dinners with both families became regular. I found myself looking forward to those moments more than I should have. Raghuveer was easy to talk to and had that same quiet masculinity that pulled me in. I started noticing the way his shirt stretched across his chest, the way he laughed, the way his eyes sometimes lingered on me a second longer than necessary.

I knew I was falling for him. Badly. And deep down, I suspected he might feel something too. I decided I would test the waters carefully. I wanted him, and I was willing to take the risk.

Then came the Goa trip.

Both couples decided to go together for four days. I was excited and nervous at the same time. On the third evening, Priya and Neha planned a girls’ day out — shopping and clubbing. They left around six, leaving Raghuveer and me alone.

“Finally some peace, Raghu,” I said with a smile, my heart already beating faster. “Let’s go to the beach and catch the sunset.”

We changed into shorts and walked down to the sand. After sitting for a while with cold beers, I stood up. This was the moment I had planned.

“I’m going for a quick swim. This heat is killing me.”

I walked into the water, swam for a while, and came back dripping wet. My shorts and underwear were soaked. I had deliberately left my towel behind in the room. I wanted Raghuveer to see me — really see me. I wanted to push him, to make him look.

Told him '' fuck I forgot my towel, don't mind " and without hesitation, I quickly pulled down my wet underwear right in front of him. I stood completely naked, letting the cool evening air touch my skin. My thick cock was already semi-erect, throbbing slightly with anticipation. I knew he had a clear, unobstructed view. I stood there longer than necessary, searching for something to dry myself with, giving him time to take it all in.

Then I saw it — Raghuveer staring openly at my cock. His eyes were wide, and he didn’t look away immediately. A rush of excitement and triumph ran through me. *Yes… he’s looking.* I grabbed his small towel and started drying myself slowly, deliberately letting him see every inch of my body.

“Kaisa hai, bhai?” I asked casually, with a teasing grin, nodding towards my own cock.

He looked flustered but laughed nervously. “Mazboot hai, bhai.”

I raised an eyebrow and pushed further. “Tumhara kaisa hai?”

“Fuck off,” he said, shaking his head and walking away a few steps, still laughing. But when he glanced back, I gave him my most lustful smile. I wanted him to know this was no accident. The air between us had changed completely. My heart was racing with excitement and nervousness. I had taken the first real step.

We spent a little more time on the beach, but the tension was electric. After sunset, as we walked back, the evening felt chilly. I stopped outside my room and said, “Come over for coffee after a cold shower. Neha and Priya won’t be back for hours.”

He hesitated for a second, then agreed.

Those ten minutes while he was in his room felt endless. My mind was racing — *Will he come? Is he nervous? Does he want this as much as I do?* When he finally knocked, my heart beat faster. I opened the door wearing only a towel.

“Come in,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

The room was dimly lit. I had already made two cups of coffee. We sat on the edge of the bed, sipping slowly. The silence was thick with tension.

Finally, I looked at him and said, “You were staring at my cock on the beach, Raghu. I saw it in your eyes.”

He swallowed hard. “It was nothing… just surprised, that’s all.”

I smiled. “Don’t lie. I know you felt something. This is new for you, isn’t it? But I’ve wanted this since the day you moved in next door.”

He stayed silent, but I could see the conflict and curiosity in his eyes. I leaned in and kissed him. He froze at first, then kissed me back. The kiss quickly became hungry. I removed his clothes and explored his body. When I took his throbbing cock into my mouth and sucked him deeply, he moaned loudly and caressed my hair. I noticed him glance at his wedding ring and whisper, “Suhas… are we sure?”

I looked up confidently and said, “More than sure, Raghu. Just relax.”

The next moment, my mouth returned to his dick, sucking him even more intensely. The way he moaned and pushed into my mouth told me how much he needed this.

We moved to a 69 position. He sucked me eagerly for the first time, and the feeling was incredible. After that, I prepared him carefully and entered him slowly. He gasped in pain at first but begged me not to stop. I fucked him deep and hard, stroking his cock at the same time. He came hard, shaking, and I followed, spraying thick cum all over his stomach and chest.

Fuck that was awesome and satisfying after a so many years, how much I love this how do I tell anyone.

That night in Goa was only the beginning

TBC...

English The Forbidden Love Part 2

Part 2 Forbidden Love

That was just the beginning,” he whispered. “I can never get enough of you, We still have one more night in Goa… and many quiet evenings back in Pune when the wives are not around.

What started that night in Goa continued regularly once we returned to Pune. Behind closed doors, whenever our wives were out for shopping, office parties, or visiting their parents, Suhas and I would meet and fuck like animals. On holidays and long weekends, we planned fake “trekking trips” that were really just excuses to book a quiet resort near Lonavala or Mahabaleshwar. We would spend the entire weekend sucking each other’s cocks, fucking in every position, and satisfying our deepest desires.

Every second with Suhas felt memorable. We were like secret boyfriends who happened to have wives. There was never any guilt between us — only pure comfort, excitement, and a deep connection that felt completely natural. We laughed together after every intense fuck, held each other afterward, and talked about everything. The secret affair brought a new kind of happiness into my life that I had never known before.

Thanks to Suhas being so bold that night in Goa, I finally experienced the real me and the real pleasure I had been missing all my life. Today we both have wives and kids, but we also have our own secret world. There is genuine love between us that everyone notices, but they all think it is just pure, strong friendship. Sometimes our wives fight playfully because we prefer spending time with each other over them, but it always ends in jolly mood and laughter.

We keep our wives happy — emotionally, physically, and financially. In fact, my sex life with Priya also became much more intense after Goa. She once mentioned during a quiet moment, “In the first six months of our marriage, you were not so good in bed. What happened? You’ve changed so much.” I simply smiled and replied, “I learned.” In my mind, however, I knew the truth — unlocking my true desire for Suhas had awakened something powerful in me. Whenever I was with Priya, I would think of him — his strong body, his thick cock, the way he fucked me and sucked me — and that fantasy would drive me to satisfy her completely. I would fuck her hard and passionately until she reached multiple orgasms, moaning my name in ecstasy. She had no idea that the man making her scream with pleasure was secretly fueled by thoughts of another man.

We can’t wait to be in each other’s arms whenever we get the chance. We have to be careful; many times we almost got caught, but we managed to pass those moments without raising any suspicion. Many nights we wake up at 3 or 4 a.m., quietly cross the balcony with heart-pounding risk, and have intense sex right there in the closed balcony till morning, then slip back to sleep next to our wives again. Sometimes it is just a quick, thrilling blowjob or a long, passionate smooch — the danger of doing all the things lovers do while hiding from our own families gives us a different kind of rush.

Even today, years later, whenever I see Suhas smile at me across the balcony or feel his hand brush mine when no one is watching, I remember that first raw, painful-yet-perfect night in Goa when he stood naked in front of me. What began as an accidental, thrilling view on a moonlit beach has become a beautiful, secret part of who I am.

This was only the beginning of something that still continues — quietly, passionately, and without regret.

English The Forbidden Love Part 1

I never thought buying a flat next to Suhas would turn my life upside down.

My name is Raghuveer. I had recently married Priya six months ago and we had just moved into our new flat in Pune. Suhas, 34 years old, lived right next door with his wife Neha. Both couples quickly became close. We hung out often — weekend dinners, evening balcony chats, and family get-togethers. Suhas was easy-going, well-built from his morning runs, and had a deep, confident voice that I found strangely comforting. Within months, he and I had become good friends.

Then both families planned a four-day trip to Goa to celebrate our growing friendship. Priya and Neha were excited about shopping and clubbing, while Suhas and I looked forward to the beach and relaxed evenings.

On the third evening, our wives decided to go for a girls’ day out — shopping in Panjim followed by clubbing till late. They left the resort around six, dressed up and laughing. Suhas turned to me with a relaxed smile.

“Finally some peace, Raghu. Let’s go to the beach and catch the sunset.”

We changed into shorts and walked down to the almost-empty stretch of sand. The sky was turning a deep orange. We sat on our towels, opened two chilled Kingfishers, and talked casually. After some time, Suhas stood up.

“I’m going for a quick swim. This heat is killing me.”

He walked into the water, swam for a while, and came back dripping wet. His shorts and underwear were soaked. He looked around, realised he had forgotten his towel, and without thinking twice, quickly pulled down his wet underwear right in front of me. He stood completely naked for a moment, searching for something to dry himself with. His thick cock was semi-erect, throbbing slightly in the cool evening air, heavy and impressive between his muscular thighs. I had a clear, unobstructed view. The sight stirred something deep and primal inside me — a sudden, unexpected rush of heat that made my own cock twitch. I couldn’t look away.

Suhas noticed me staring. He grabbed my small towel instead of his own and started drying himself slowly, still naked, letting me see everything. He laughed softly.

“Kaisa hai, bhai?” he asked casually, with a teasing grin, nodding towards his own cock.

I felt my face burn, but the words slipped out before I could stop them. “Mazboot hai, bhai,” I replied, laughing nervously.

He raised an eyebrow, still standing there with his semi-hard dick swinging, and asked, “Tumhara kaisa hai?”

“Fuck off,” I said, shaking my head and walking away a few steps, laughing to hide my embarrassment and growing arousal. But when I glanced back, Suhas was watching me with a sexy, weird smile — his eyes dark with clear lust. That look sent a shiver straight down my spine and made my heart race.

We spent a little more time on the beach, but the air between us had completely changed. The casual friendship now felt charged with something dangerous, forbidden, and intensely exciting.

After the sun set, we walked back to the resort. The evening had turned a bit chilly. Suhas stopped outside his room and said, “Come over for coffee after a cold shower. It’s getting cold, and I could use one too. Neha and Priya won’t be back for hours.”

I agreed, but the moment I stepped into my room, nervousness hit me hard. Those ten minutes felt like an eternity. My heart was racing as I took a cold shower. Questions flooded my mind: Was forgetting the towel intentional? Did he plan to show himself to me like that? What exactly was going to happen when I went over for coffee? Deep down, I had a strong intuition that something more was about to unfold. Part of me felt scared, but a bigger part felt intensely curious. I changed into a loose t-shirt and shorts, my hands slightly trembling, and knocked on Suhas’s door.

He opened it wearing only a towel wrapped low around his waist. His hair was still damp, and water droplets glistened on his chest.

“Come in,” he said, his voice lower than usual.

The room was dimly lit. He had already made two cups of coffee. We sat on the edge of the bed, sipping slowly. The silence felt heavy.

After a minute, Suhas put his cup down and looked straight at me. “You were staring at my cock on the beach, Raghu. I saw it in your eyes.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and raw curiosity. “It was nothing… just surprised, that’s all.”

He smiled that same lustful smile. “Don’t lie. I know you felt something. This is new for you, isn’t it? But I’ve wanted this since the day you moved in next door.”

Memories flashed through my mind. As a child, during a crowded local train ride, an older boy had accidentally brushed his hand against my ass while holding the pole. That innocent touch had sent a strange, warm flutter in my stomach that I never forgot. In my teenage years, I had felt an intense attraction to a muscular guy at the local gym — the way his sweat-glistened body moved during workouts used to make my heart race. I never dared to explore those feelings. Instead, I pushed them aside, got married to Priya, and convinced myself I was straight. Sex with her felt nice and loving, but something always seemed missing — a deeper, raw hunger that I could never quite name.

Now, sitting here with Suhas, that missing piece suddenly felt within reach.

Suhas leaned in and kissed me. His lips were firm and confident. I froze for a moment, nervousness making my hands tremble, but curiosity pulled me forward. I kissed him back. The kiss grew deeper, hungrier. His hand slid under my t-shirt, caressing my chest and pinching my nipples gently. I gasped into his mouth.

“Suhas… this is my first time with a man,” I whispered, voice shaking with both fear and excitement.

“I know,” he replied softly, kissing my neck. “Relax, Raghu. I’ll go slow. You’re safe with me. It feels right, doesn’t it? Like it was meant to be.”

His words calmed me. Strangely, despite the nervousness, everything felt comfortable — as if this moment had been waiting for me all along.

He pushed me gently onto my back on the bed and climbed over me. He removed my t-shirt and shorts, leaving me completely naked. His eyes roamed over my body with raw hunger. He kissed my neck, then moved down to my throbbing cock. As he took my dick deep into his warm, wet mouth and sucked me with slow, deep, sloppy strokes, I instinctively caressed his hair with trembling fingers. In that moment, my eyes fell on the wedding ring on my finger. A sudden wave of guilt hit me — *Oh no… Priya…*

I whispered breathlessly, “Suhas… are we sure?”

He lifted his head, looked straight into my eyes with complete confidence, and said, “More than sure, Raghu. Just relax.”

The next moment, his mouth returned to my dick, sucking me even more intensely. This was the first time anyone had ever sucked my cock like this. Priya had always found it disgusting and refused to do it. But Suhas was devouring my dick without hesitation, taking it deep into his throat, and the sensation was pure heaven. *Oh wow… I need this,* I thought, moaning loudly as waves of pleasure coursed through me.

Suhas pulled back slightly, his lips glistening, and asked with a knowing smile, “First time getting a proper blowjob, na? Feels like heaven, right? Only a man can satisfy another man fully, my dear.”

His words sent a fresh thrill through me. I nodded, unable to speak. Then I wanted to return the pleasure. “Suhas… let me suck you too,” I said, my voice shaky with curiosity and desire.

He smiled and shifted so we were in a 69 position. I took his thick, hard cock into my mouth for the first time. It felt heavy, hot, and slightly salty. I sucked him eagerly, trying to take as much as I could while he continued devouring my cock. We sucked each other hungrily, moans filling the room, our bodies pressed tightly together.

After several minutes, Suhas moved between my legs. He poured lotion on his fingers and worked two inside my tight ass, stretching me open. Then he positioned his thick cock at my hole and pushed in slowly.

The pain was sharp at first — a burning stretch that made me grit my teeth. But even through the discomfort, I didn’t want him to stop. The fullness felt too good, too right.

“Fuck… it hurts,” I gasped, “but don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

Suhas kissed me gently and whispered, “I won’t. Just breathe, Raghu. You’re taking my cock so well.”

He went deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried balls-deep inside me. The pain slowly melted into intense pleasure. He started fucking me with steady, powerful thrusts, his heavy balls slapping against my ass. I moaned shamelessly, my own cock leaking precum all over my stomach.

“Harder,” I begged, surprising myself.

Suhas grinned and pounded me faster, his thick cock slamming into my ass again and again. He stroked my dick at the same time. The combination was overwhelming. I came first — hard and shaking — shooting thick ropes of cum across my chest. Suhas followed moments later, groaning loudly as he pulled out and sprayed hot, thick cum all over my stomach and cock.

We lay there panting, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Suhas pulled me into his arms and kissed me softly.

To be continued

English Sleeper bus 2

So, after that wild sleeper bus ride from Pune to Bangalore in 2022, this Punjabi munda was stuck in my head like a catchy Bollywood song. I was in Bangalore for a week-long work thing—some dull office training in Koramangala—but his WhatsApp number was basically begging me to text him. I did, the very next day, and man, it was electric—flirty texts, him sending shirtless gym selfies that had me blushing in the middle of my lunch break. He’d be like, “Jaan, kab milne aa raha hai?” and I’m like, “Babu, stuck with work, but soon, pakka!” We kept chatting all week, and every ping from him had my heart doing a full-on dandiya.By the weekend, he hits me up, like, “Mummy ji and papa are going back to Pune tomorrow. Come to my flat as soon as they’re gone, love.” I’m like, hell yeah, training’s done, and I’ve got a day free before heading back to Pune. I roll up to his place in Koramangala, heart racing, and when I ring the bell, he opens the door in just his boxers—black, tight, showing off everything. I’m standing there, totally floored, and before I can say a word, he grabs me in his arms, pulling me into this warm, tight hug. His hairy chest is pressed against me, and he’s kissing my neck, my cheeks, my lips, like he’s been craving me all week. I’m melting, babu, completely lost in him.He pulls back, flashing that sexy grin, and says, “Chal, love, I cooked something special for you, dinner karte hain.” I’m so touched, like, this hot guy cooked for me? We sit at his small dining table, and he’s made this insane Punjabi spread—butter paneer , jeera rice, garlic naan, the aroma hitting me like a warm hug. I’m like, “Babu, you didn’t have to do all this!” and he’s all, “Arre, mere jaan ke liye toh banta hai.”

After dinner, we can’t keep our hands off each other. He pulls me to his bedroom, all cozy with dim lights and some soft Diljit tracks playing in the background. He grabs me again, his hands roaming my body, and I’m losing it in his masculine vibe—those broad shoulders, that hairy chest, that beard scratching my skin. Our clothes hit the floor fast, and we’re kissing like it’s a Bollywood rain song, all spicy and messy. He’s wild, babu—spends ages rimming me, his tongue doing things that make my whole body shake. I’m moaning like crazy, grabbing his hair. Then he’s sucking my chubby man-boobs, nibbling and growling like a hungry wolf, and I’m just gone.He flips me around, and his thick, juicy cock—man, it’s as delicious as I remembered from the bus. I take him in my mouth, savoring every inch, clean and musky, driving me nuts. He’s groaning, whispering, “Jaan, you’re too good,” in that deep Punjabi accent. We go at it for ages, frotting hard, our bodies grinding, sweaty and hot. He finishes between my thighs, this warm flood that makes me shiver, and we collapse, tangled up, his hairy body on mine. We stay like that forever, just breathing, hearts pounding.He grabs a towel, cleans my thighs all gentle, and then cuddles up again, his weight like a cozy blanket. I’m so comfy I pass out, and next thing I know, it’s early morning, and I wake up to his tongue playing with my ass again. Babu, it’s the best feeling ever—like my body’s on fire in the best way. We go for round two, slower this time, all lazy and intense, and then crash again, his arms wrapped around me.I wake up later to him nudging me, like, “Uth na, love, breakfast ready hai.” He’s cooked aloo parathas, curd, and masala chai, the smell making my stomach growl. We sit on his balcony, Bangalore’s morning breeze cooling us down, and he’s just staring at me, saying, “Jaan, tera body itna thick aur juicy hai, I can’t get enough.” I’m blushing so hard, hiding behind my chai cup. We talk about random stuff—his startup hustle, my Pune life, how he loves my “cute chubby vibes.” I’m like, “Babu, stop, you’re gonna make me fall for you!”We take a shower together after, and it’s steamy in every sense—his hands soaping me up, water dripping down his hairy chest, more kisses we can’t stop. But then reality hits. I’ve gotta head back to Pune that evening—work trip’s over, and my bus is booked. I don’t wanna leave, babu. We kiss one last time at his door, and he’s like, “Jaldi wapas aa, love. Yeh dil tujhe miss karega.” I’m all choked up but manage a smile, like, “Pakka, babu.”We kept texting for a bit—late-night WhatsApp calls, him sending me goofy reels—but life got in the way, you know? Work, distance, all that drama. It faded, and we’re not in touch anymore. But those memories? So damn fresh, like it was yesterday. I can still feel his beard on my skin, hear him call me “jaan.” That week in Bangalore wasn’t just about work—it was about this Punjabi babu who turned my world upside down.

But it was not meant to be for longterm

English Sleeper bus 1

Okay, so this happened in 2022, and I’m still kinda shook. I was on this sleeper bus from Pune to Bangalore, one of those AC ones with the cozy double berths, you know? I’d booked a single upper berth cos I just wanted to chill, listen to some Badshah, and sleep. But, like, life’s got a way of messing with your plans, right? This sweet aunty comes up to me before we leave, says her leg’s acting up, can’t climb, and asks if I can swap with her son for the top double berth. Her son’s standing there—dude’s my age, tall as hell, total Punjabi munda vibes. One look at him, and I’m like, damn, he’s fine, but his mom’s right there, so I’m thinking, nah, nothing’s gonna happen.I say cool, no problem, and climb up to the double berth. He follows, all grateful, like, “Bro, you’re a star, mummy ji’s leg was killing her, thank you yaar!” His voice is deep, super hot, and I’m just like, “Arre, it’s all good, this berth’s pretty comfy.” We start chatting—random stuff, like Bangalore’s crazy traffic, Pune’s monsoon chai scenes, and what’s hot on Zomato. He’s a Bangalore boy, but not Kannada—proper Punjabi, roots in Chandigarh. I’m sneaking looks at him, and man, he’s built like a gym bro but natural—broad chest, thick beard, hairy in all the right places, and taller than me. I’m trying not to stare, but it’s tough, okay?Bus stops at some dhaba for dinner, and we grab spicy masala dosas, the sambar smell making my mouth water. Back in our berth, the curtains are drawn, and it’s all dim and cozy with the AC humming. Outta nowhere, he’s like, “I’m changing, yaar.” Bro, he strips down to his briefs, no shame, and I’m just sitting there, eyes stuck on his abs and that hairy trail going… you know. He catches me staring, flashes this naughty grin, and slips into a sando and shorts. “Kya dekh raha, bhai?” he teases, all flirty. I’m blushing like I’m in a Karan Johar movie, mumbling some nonsense, and grin back.He points at my jeans, like, “Oye, you sleeping in those? Change na, get comfy.” I’m like, “Uh, didn’t pack anything else, I’m fine.” Truth is, I’m mad shy. He’s all, “Arre, kon dekhega? Just chill in your boxers, koi nahi bolega.” I laugh, like, “Nahi yaar, too shy for that.” He shrugs, but his eyes are doing this thing, like he’s undressing me with them, and I’m getting all tingly.It’s late now, bus is cruising, and the berth feels… small, you know? I’m lying next to him, his warmth hitting me even with the AC. My hand’s near his thigh, and suddenly, his fingers brush mine. I freeze, like, was that a mistake? Then he does it again, slow, sliding his hand from my palm to my shoulder. My heart’s going dhak-dhak like I’m in a Salman Khan flick. His hand moves to my chest, grabs my chubby man-boob, and he lets out this low “Mmm.” I’m nervous but also, like, hell yeah, this is happening.I whisper, “Bro, yeh safe nahi hai,” cos the curtains aren’t that thick, right? He just smirks, all Punjabi swagger, “Chill, koi nahi dekhega.” His hand’s back on my chest, squeezing, and he’s like, “Yeh toh bada mast hai.” I’m blushing so hard I could light up the bus. I get bold, pull off my shirt, and he’s on me, kissing my chest, sucking like he’s starving. His beard’s scratching my skin, driving me wild. Then, he slides his hand down, sneaky-like, and before I know it, his fingers are teasing my ass, slipping in slow and firm. I gasp, like, whoa, this is intense, but it feels so damn good, his touch all warm and confident, making my whole body buzz.I’m curious now, so I reach down, and oh my god, he’s… big, thick, super hairy down there. He pulls it out, lets me play, and I’m just like, damn. We’re all tangled up, his sando’s off, and his hairy chest is like a jungle I wanna live in. We start smooching, all spicy and messy, tasting like dhaba dosa and desire. I can’t stop myself, go down on him, and it’s so clean, no weird smells, just him. He’s moaning soft, grabbing my hair, and he’s playing with me too, his fingers still working their magic, making me feel things I didn’t know I could.Morning’s creeping in, bus is slowing down near Bangalore. We stop, panting, just staring at each other, like, what the hell just happened? He leans in, whispers in my ear, “Yeh toh bas shuru hua, bhai. Mera flat Bangalore mein hai, aa na, I’ll show you a proper Punjabi dhamaka.” He slips me a crumpled note—his number, scribbled messy, with a “Call me, sexy” and a wink.I step off the bus, the Bangalore sun hitting my face, his scent still on me. That note’s burning a hole in my pocket. This city’s not just a stop now—it’s where I’m gonna hit up this munda and see what kinda fire he’s got waiting. I’m already dreaming of late-night fun, sneaky makeouts in his car, and maybe more in his flat, curtains drawn, just us. Who knew a sleeper bus could turn into this kinda wild ride?

English - WIFI wala

He was wifi technician who had appointed for setup at house..he came around 3 pm and no one was home other than me, he was teen 18 years , dusky, slim guy

I was surprised why such young guy working as technician for such big company so I started asking out of curiosity so came to know he got job b'coz his brother and recently joined. I noticed he was being shy around me. Once his job done I tipped him 100rs and he said thanks. While going he said sir aap gym shym karte ho kya, mast body bana hai "

I laughed n said nai re kaha body kuch nai.. He suddenly touched my arms n said kya sir kya mast dole hai.. I said are natural hai bus kuch nai. He said badhiya hai n he left. It was totally normal conversation for me n I didn't thought of anything sexual .

He came back in an hour to check if service started and it was working. I was checking sites.. Speed n he waited.. I looked at him without getting noticed saw him looking at my bulge n i was surprised.. I let him n I thought of doing some masti n i opened a porn site which was blocked by Govt bt I acted innocent n asked him yar ye site nai khul raha.. N gave him mobile.. He saw site n smiled n explained its banned n said if you want u can try other xyz sites n I was like dikhao to..kabhi kabhi man karta hai dekhne ka he immediately opened few n then sat in pose to show him bulge n played porn n got semi hard.. He again started looking at my bulge.. I got comfortable n rubbed my dick n he was shy again.. I said kya hua.. Tera uthta nai kya...he was like bada tight uthta hai.. Aapse bada hoga.. I was like chal bhag tu hi itna chota tera kya hi hoga.. He said hai to

I was like dikha.. He said bas dekhna hai kya.. I said kya karna hai aur.. He said hila dete hain ek dusre ka.

I said chalo andar n closed door n took him in bedroom n asked him to remove clothes n to my surprise he was biiigggg I grabbed it n started rubbing told him sale kya khata hai Itna mast Lund.. He smiled removed my pant n grabbed mine.. Apka bhi mast hai sir ji.. Ekdum mardana naso wala hai.. He was rubbing it well.. I said itne se nai niklega mal, he got the hint n he started sucking n I was moaning n started fucking his mouth

After a while I asked him to lay down on stomach.. He was like sir gaan maroge kya.. I said han.. He said nai sir mai nai marwata.. I said try kar bc.. I convinced him to do it and grabbed condom n started trying to insert in him he was scared n it was tight hole so could not in n he was yelling at tip getting inserted so I fuck in ass line only n cumed. N laid next to him.

He said mera to nikla.. I said hila le.. He said aap lete ho kya piche.. I was like nai leta.

He said thik n said samne se karu kya i said ok n he inserted between thighs n stars fuckin things he then grabbed my chest n sucked them and licked

His fking style was so amazing I slowly started lifting my legs n he grabbed the chance, wore condom n first fingered 🖕 n then pointed his dick on my ass and held my legs up in air

N gave a push n it went bit in, it was okish pain.. Again took out and push n slowly almost all went in..He enjoyed it well n almost 10 min after He came ..n laid on me..

I said sale meri gan mari ab teri bhi maruga n I layed him down n got hard again n this time fuked him fully he was shouting at first n then moaning.

It was great experience

I call him once in a while, and fk each other. Tip him every time.

English Sonu My Nephew

Once upon a time, a sudden invitation came to spend a few days at my distant cousin sister’s house for her Vastu Puja.

When we reached, Sonu, my cousin's sister’s son, who was just 22, had come to the station to pick us up earlier that day. I was seeing him almost after 10 years and was shocked to see how handsome he had turned out. The moment I stepped down from the train, he pulled me into a tight hug. His strong arms wrapped around me, and I breathed in his warm, musky scent — a raw, manly desi mard smell mixed with fresh sweat that made my cock twitch instantly. While walking to the car, my eyes kept drifting to the heavy bulge straining against his tight jeans. The sight sent a secret thrill through me.

After reaching their house in the small Maharashtrian town, I settled into Sonu’s room on the topmost floor. That first evening, while everyone else was busy downstairs with the Puja, I lay on the bed and opened Grindr and PR on my phone. I started searching for local guys nearby, hoping to find someone interesting. Most profiles were far away or not appealing. Then suddenly a profile popped up just one meter away. I was shocked. There were hardly any other houses nearby, but some visitors were staying for the Puja. My heart started beating fast. I wondered if it could be someone in the family. Before I could do anything, the profile visited mine and went offline instantly. I had my half-cut pics in the profile, enough to identify me if someone knew me. That moment left me restless with forbidden excitement.

The first two days passed with fun and laughter. We roamed the town and farms together, ate hot vada pav and spicy misal pav from the street stalls, and chatted like close friends. But every night the biting cold forced us under double thick blankets. Our bodies naturally pressed closer for warmth, and I could feel the heat radiating from his young, muscular frame. That mysterious profile from the first evening kept playing in my mind.

On the third night we returned late from a movie, after 2 a.m. Sonu was shivering badly because he had skipped a sweater. We quickly merged all our blankets and slipped under them together.

As soon as we were covered, Sonu pressed his warm, firm body tightly against mine. “Mamu, how cold it is tonight,” he whispered, his breath hot on my neck as he hugged me closer. After some time the shivering stopped, but he stayed glued to me, his chest rising and falling against my back.

I murmured, “It feels much better under these double blankets, na.”

He smiled in the dark and pulled me even tighter. The closeness made my heart race. I could not hold back anymore. I turned my face and buried it in his armpit, inhaling deeply. His strong, musky scent with light perfume — sweaty and masculine after the long day — flooded my senses and made my cock harden instantly. Sonu noticed it and simply smiled, saying nothing, but his body shifted closer.

Sleep refused to come. Tomorrow I had to return to Pune. I kept turning restlessly from one side to the other, my mind filled with dirty thoughts about the young man lying next to me — his chest, his bulge inviting me to cross boundaries — while trying to link that mysterious profile from the first evening.

In a while Sonu got up and went to the bathroom. When he returned, he saw my bubbly ass and his lust awakened. He lay down behind me and hugged me from the back, spooning me tightly. His hand slowly moved down and boldly squeezed my ass over the thin underwear. Such a bold and direct move surprised and excited me at the same time. A soft, needy moan escaped my lips. That moan seemed to encourage him more. He grew bolder, slipping his fingers inside my underwear to grip my bare ass cheek firmly, kneading it with strong hands.

I turned towards him, my breathing heavy, and placed my hand on his broad chest, slightly squeezing his gym-built pecs and feeling the light hair and firm muscles. He looked at me in the dim light and said quietly, “Sorry, Mama… we are relatives. We should not do this.”

I whispered back, my voice thick with desire, “We are not cousins or close blood relatives, Sonu. It is okay.” I gently rubbed his chest, moved closer to suck his pecs, and asked, “Are you on Grindr, Sonu? That first evening here, I was searching on Grindr and PR. A profile appeared just one meter away. I was shocked because there are hardly any houses nearby. It visited my profile and went offline suddenly. I had a strong doubt it might be you… or someone in the family.”

He stayed silent for a moment, then admitted softly, “Yes… that was me. I saw your profile too. BTW, I am a top.”

That confession sent a fresh wave of heat through my body. I pulled him closer and said, “What are you waiting for… come closer.”

He rolled on top of me and kissed me hard, his lips crushing mine, biting and sucking with raw hunger. The sloppy kiss dripped his saliva into my mouth like nectar. He moved down to my neck and shoulders, sucking and biting possessively, leaving dark marks in hidden places where my clothes would cover them. I could feel his rod getting ready.

He undressed me in one go, yanked my underwear down roughly, and attacked my chest. His mouth latched onto my moobs, sucking and biting them roughly, pulling my nipples between his teeth again and again. He kept sucking hard and long until my chest became swollen, sensitive, and completely numb from the intense pleasure-pain. The wet sounds of his mouth and my loud, shameless moans filled the room. Being on the top floor, I did not hold back — I moaned freely as waves of arousal rushed through my body.

After devouring my chest for what felt like forever, he moved lower. He lifted my legs high, stripped his own underwear completely, and buried his face between my cheeks. His hot tongue licked my hole with long, wet, greedy strokes, pushing inside me with bites and licks, making me leak precum like never before.

Then he climbed up and brought his thick cock to my mouth. It was a raw, throbbing dream — very hard, bright pink because the skin was fully pulled back, veins standing out. His balls were big and heavy like ripe oranges. I could suck only one ball at a time, rolling the smooth, musky orb in my mouth, tasting its delicious raw flavour. I sucked his cock greedily, taking as much as I could until thick, sticky precum started oozing steadily from the tip onto my tongue. He held my head and fucked my mouth with slow, deep movements, his breathing ragged.

After long minutes of sloppy, wet sucking, he turned me onto my stomach. He poured some random oil on my ass, rubbed it in with his fingers and inserted a finger inside, and a moment later slowly pushed his thick, rock-hard cock inside me. At first the stretch burned sharply, but soon it turned into pure, intense pleasure. He fucked me with strong, steady thrusts, his heavy balls slapping loudly against me each time. I moaned loudly and pushed my ass back to meet him, completely lost in the feeling.

He bit my back and shoulders hard, leaving more hidden bite marks, and kept pounding deeper and faster, his hips slapping against my ass.

Finally, with a deep grunt, he pulled out and shot thick, hot ropes of cum all over my back and ass, marking me completely.

We were both panting heavily. He slept on my back for a moment. His cum between us glued us together. Instead of pulling away, we fondled like passionate lovers under the double blankets. He wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me close, and kissed my neck and shoulders softly. The tender warmth after the raw fucking felt surprisingly intimate and satisfying.

After resting for some time, my hand found his cock again. It grew hard quickly under my touch. I wanted him once more. He gently turned me onto my back for the second round in missionary position. He started eating my thick thighs, licking me all over. I pushed him to suck me; he hesitantly did so for a minute and then prepared my ass to enter again. This time he entered me slowly, looking straight into my eyes as he sank deep. He fucked me with long, loving strokes while we kissed deeply. His mouth returned to my numb, sensitive moobs, sucking them gently now. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside me. He thrust steadily, building speed, until he buried himself fully and came inside me with a long, deep groan of pure pleasure… and I also came with that pleasure. He didn’t clean up and just wrapped himself around me with cum oozing everywhere. It was a pure, satisfactory moment.

Morning light was just beginning to appear outside and the cold started to feel again as body temperature dropped. We slipped back under the double blankets and slept cuddling each other tightly, bodies still buzzing with warmth and satisfaction.

This was only the beginning.