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.

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अजय आणि श्री

 एके काळी दिल्लीच्या गजबजलेल्या शहरात अजय आणि श्री नावाची दोन विलक्षण माणसे राहत होती. लखनौचा मोहक आणि महत्त्वाकांक्षी २६ वर्षीय अजय अलीकडेच कामासाठी दिल्लीला गेला होता. श्री, एक आत्मविश्वास आणि दयाळू 30 वर्षांचा दिल्लीकर, आयुष्यभर शहरात राहत होता. टिंडर नावाच्या डेटिंग अॅपद्वारे नशिबाने हस्तक्षेप केला तेव्हा त्यांचे जीवन कायमचे बदलणार आहे हे त्यांना फारसे माहीत नव्हते.

ती उन्हाळ्याची एक उबदार संध्याकाळ होती जेव्हा अजयने उत्साह आणि अस्वस्थता यांचे मिश्रण अनुभवून त्याच्या नवीन शहरात डेटिंगचा देखावा पाहण्याचा निर्णय घेतला. त्याने टिंडर अॅप उघडले आणि त्याच्या हृदयाचा ठोका चुकवणारे कोणीतरी सापडेल या आशेने स्वाइप करण्यास सुरुवात केली. तो प्रोफाइल स्क्रोल करत असताना, एक चित्र त्याच्या डोळ्यात आकंठ बुडाले - श्री, एक मनमोहक स्मित ज्याने उबदारपणा पसरवला.

उत्सुकतेने, अजयने श्रीला मेसेज पाठवला आणि त्याच्या आनंदात श्रीने लगेच उत्तर दिले. त्यांचे संभाषण सहजतेने चालू होते, विनोदी विनोदाने आणि एकमेकांच्या जीवनाबद्दल अस्सल कुतूहलाने भरलेले होते. त्यांना पुस्तके, चित्रपट आणि शहरातील लपलेल्या रत्नांचा शोध घेण्याबद्दलचे सामायिक प्रेम सापडले.

जसजसे दिवस आठवडयात बदलत गेले, अजय आणि श्री जवळ येऊ लागले, तसतसे त्यांचे संभाषण हलक्या-फुलक्या देवाणघेवाणीतून त्यांची स्वप्ने, भीती आणि जीवनानुभवांबद्दल सखोल चर्चेत बदलू लागले. त्यांच्यात दृढ संबंध निर्माण होत असल्याचे स्पष्ट झाले. त्यांनी ठरवले की हीच वेळ आहे व्यक्तिशः भेटण्याची आणि त्यांची आभासी रसायनशास्त्र वास्तविक जगात घेऊन जाण्याची.

त्यांची पहिली भेट मात्र त्यांच्या अपेक्षेप्रमाणे सुरळीत पार पडली नाही. अस्वस्थता त्यांच्यात चांगली झाली होती, ज्यामुळे काही विचित्र क्षण आणि संभाषणे थांबली होती. दोघेही त्या संध्याकाळी निराशेचे संकेत देऊन पण आशेचा किरण घेऊन निघून गेले.

सहजासहजी हार न मानता अजय दुसऱ्या दिवशी पुन्हा भेटायला सांगून श्रीकडे पोहोचला. त्याने कबूल केले की तो घाबरला होता आणि पुन्हा प्रयत्न करण्याची इच्छा व्यक्त केली. अजयचा प्रामाणिकपणा आणि प्रामाणिक प्रयत्न पाहून श्रीने पुन्हा एकदा प्रयत्न करायला तयार केले.

त्यांच्या दुसऱ्या भेटीत वातावरण वेगळेच होते. ते दोघेही अधिक आरामशीर आणि मोकळे होते, ज्यामुळे त्यांचे खरे स्वत्व चमकू लागले. अजयचे संक्रामक हास्य आणि श्रीच्या चुंबकीय व्यक्तिमत्त्वाने संध्याकाळ उजळली, हवेत उबदारपणा आणि आरामाची भावना भरली. त्यांच्या सामायिक आकांक्षा आणि आकांक्षा एका खोल भावनिक बंधनाचा पाया बनल्या.

जसजसे त्यांचे कनेक्शन वाढत गेले, तसतसे अजय आणि श्री यांनी अनेक साहसे एकत्र सुरू केली, दिल्लीच्या दोलायमान सांस्कृतिक दृश्यांचे अन्वेषण केले, ऐतिहासिक वास्तूंना भेट दिली आणि त्यांच्या चवीच्या कळ्यांना आनंद देणारे स्ट्रीट फूड घेतले. एकत्र घालवलेला प्रत्येक क्षण एकमेकांबद्दलची समज आणि आपुलकी वाढवत गेला.

दिवस आठवडे आणि आठवडे महिन्यांत बदलले. अजय आणि श्रीची प्रेमकहाणी दिल्लीच्या गोंधळलेल्या पण मोहक लँडस्केपच्या पार्श्वभूमीवर बहरली. त्यांचा प्रवास आव्हानांशिवाय नव्हता, कारण सामाजिक अपेक्षा आणि वैयक्तिक संघर्षांनी त्यांच्या संकल्पाची चाचणी घेतली. पण एकत्रितपणे, त्यांना अडथळ्यांवर मात करण्याची आणि अतूट धैर्याने त्यांचे प्रेम स्वीकारण्याची ताकद मिळाली.

प्रत्येक दिवसागणिक, अजय आणि श्रीचे ऋणानुबंध अधिक घट्ट होत गेले, त्यांचे प्रेम त्यांच्या जीवनातील टेपेस्ट्रीमधून विणलेला एक अतूट धागा बनला. ते एकमेकांचे आधार, समज आणि प्रेरणा बनले. त्यांच्या कुटुंबियांनी, एकदा त्यांच्या नातेसंबंधाचा स्वीकार करण्यास कचरत असताना, त्यांच्या प्रेमाची सत्यता आणि सौंदर्य पाहण्यास सुरुवात केली आणि हळूहळू त्यांना मोकळ्या मनाने स्वीकारले.

जसजसा काळ बदलत गेला तसतशी अजय आणि श्रीची स्वप्ने एकत्र येऊ लागली. त्यांनी अशा भविष्याची दृष्टी जपली जिथे ते एकत्र जीवन निर्माण करू शकतील, प्रेम, सहवास आणि सामायिक आकांक्षा यांनी भरलेले. त्यांचा प्रवास प्रेम आणि लवचिकतेच्या सामर्थ्याचा पुरावा होता, हे सिद्ध करतो की जेव्हा तुम्ही तुमच्या हृदयाचे अनुसरण करण्याचे धाडस करता तेव्हा खरा आनंद मिळू शकतो.

आणि म्हणूनच, अजय आणि श्रीची कहाणी उलगडत राहते, त्यांचे प्रेम दिवसेंदिवस अधिकाधिक वाढत जाते. अशा जगात जे कधीकधी विविधता स्वीकारण्यासाठी संघर्ष करतात, त्यांचे प्रेम चमकदारपणे चमकते, इतरांना स्वतःचे सत्य स्वीकारण्यास आणि निर्भयपणे प्रेम करण्याचे धैर्य शोधण्यासाठी प्रेरणा देते.

या अफाट प्रेमकथांमध्ये, त्यांचा एक उल्लेखनीय धागा आहे - जो आम्हा सर्वांना आठवण करून देतो की प्रेमाला सीमा नसते आणि हृदयाला ते खरोखरच समाधान मिळते.

मसाज वाला

मी सहज सोशल साईट वर मसाज साठी माणूस शोधत होतो. एका 25 वयाच्या तरूणाचे प्रोफाईल बघितले. त्याच्याशी चँट करताना मला समजले की तो थोडा सेक्सी असावा.असा मी।अंदाज केला .  मी ठरल्याप्रमाणे मसाजससाठी त्याच्या रूम वर गेलो. तो उत्तर भारतातला होता. बारीक असला तरी कमनीय होता. मी अंडरविअर वर आडवा झालो. त्याने प्रथम पाठीचे मालीश सुरू केले. मी माझी जाँकीची कट वाली अंडरविअर थोडी खाली सरकवली आणि त्याला कमरेवर नीट मसाज करायला सांगितला. माझे कमावलेले शरीर आणि गोल गोल नितंब अपुरा असलेल्या प्रकाशात आकर्षक दिसत होते. तो मनातून खुश असावा, चांगले गिर्हायिक मिळाले म्हणून. चोळता चोळता त्याचा हात माझ्या गोल गांडीवर सहज नेत होता. मला अति गोड वेदना होत होत्या. माझा लंड गरम झाला, आणी फुलु लागला. हळू हळू त्याने मांड्या पाय चोळायला घेतले. त्याचे हात मांडी आणि लवड्या दरम्यान स्पर्श करीत होते. स्पर्श झाले की माझे पार्श्वभाग अचानक वर व्हायचा. सुंदर हालचाल बघून नक्कीच त्याच्या मनात वेगळीच भावना उत्पन्न होत होती . त्याने मला सरळ झोपायला सांगितले. माझा लवडा एव्हाना ताठ झाला होता. सरळ होताच लंडाचे पुढील गुलाबी टोक अंडरविअर च्या बाहेर डोकावित होते. त्याची नजर त्यावर पडताच त्याचा हावरेपणा वाढला. प्रथम त्याने माझी छाती चोळायला घेतली. मानेपासून बेंबीच्या ही खाली त्याचे हात सरकत होते. कधी त्याच्या हातात माझा लवडा सापडतो असे त्याला वाटत सारखे वाटत होते .  वक्षस्थळावरून तो दाबे तेव्हा माझे शरीर आनंदाच्या लहरी उत्पन्न करीत असे. 

माझ्या तोंडातून काही विचित्र चित्कार निघायचे. त्याला आणखी उत्तेजित करण्यासाठी मी त्याला पोट आणि कंबर नीट चोळायला सांगितले आणि हळूच अंडरविअर थोडी खाली सरकवली. माझा ताठ जाडा लांब ८ इंची लवडा एव्हाना बराच बाहेर आला होता. त्याने विचारले, "साब, बहोत गरम हो रहा हो तो अंडरविअर निकाल दिजिए आप, यहा कोई है नही देखनेवाला" त्याला म्हणालो,  "तुमको तो ज्यादा गरम होता होगा मुझसे, क्यो की तुम काम कर रहे हो". "तुम भी कपडा उतार दो". माझी परवानगीचीच वाट पहात होता तो. मी माझी अंडरविअर उतरवली. माझा गोरा चिकना देह तेल लावल्याने अजून चमकू लागला. त्याने सरळ सरळ लवड्याच्या आसपास चोळायला सुरूवात केली. मी त्याचा हात धरला आणि लवड्यावर ठेवला. तो माझ्या डोक्याजवळून चोळत होता. त्याने त्याची शर्ट उतरविला. लवडा चोळत असताना त्याची छाती माझ्या तोंडाजवळ होती. मी त्याची बोंड चोखायला लागलो. तो आता पुर्ण वेडा झाला. मी त्याचे शरीर कुस्करायलो लागलो. माझे श्वापद आता माझ्या ताब्यात होते. त्याच्या नितंबावर हात फिरवित मी त्याच्या तोंडात माझा टाकला. लवडा घश्यात कोंबल्याबरोबर त्याला उलटीसारखे झाले. तो म्हणाला "साब आस्ते करो, अब सब तुम्हारा ही है" , "तुम्हारा लंड बहोत बडा है, मैने अब तक देखा नही" मोठ्या प्रेमाने तो चोखत होता. मी मधून मधून माझा लवडा बाहेर काढून माझ्या गोट्या, गांडीमधला भाग त्याला चाटायला देत होता. तो गुलाम होता माझा. आता मला त्याच्या भोकात टाकायची जबर इच्छा झाली. तो अंगयष्टीने माझ्या निम्मा होता. पटकन त्याला  मी त्याची गांड माझ्याकडे करून ओणवे उभे केले. त्याने घाईघाईत कंडोमचे पाकिट फोडले. माझ्या लवड्यावर चढविले. मग तो म्हणाला "साब थोडे धीरे धीरे डालना, तुम्हारा लंड बहोत बडा है" एकीकडे त्याने जेल त्याच्या गांडीत घुसविले आणि माझ्या लंडावर फासले. मी हळू हळू आत टाकला. माझ्या मनासारखीच कडक गुलाबी गांड होती ती. मी झवायला सुरूवात केली. त्याच्या ओरडण्याने त्याचा आनंद व्यक्त होत होता. थोडा असे झाल्यावर मी त्याला टेबलावर उताणे केले. त्याचे हावरे डोळे मला अधिकच उचकवित होते. मी परत माझा लंड सरकविला. आताही थोड्या वेदना त्याच्या चेहरावर दिसल्या, पण आनंदही. माझी गांड मागे पुढे जोर जोरात करीत मी अजून अजून झवत होतो. आता त्याचे लाल ओठही माझ्या ओठात मिसळले. त्याच्या तोंडात माझे तोंड टाकुन त्याच्या जीभेलाही मी कुस्करत  चावत होतो. अश्याच अवस्थेत मी त्याला उचलले. त्याच्या दोन्ही पाय मी माझ्या हातात घेऊन त्याला पेलले. त्याने त्याचे हात माझ्या मानेवर पकडले. आणि ओठात ओठ. मागे आरश्यात आमचे प्रतिबिंब दिसते होते. माझा कमनीय देह उभ्या उभ्या त्याला झवत होता. हीच ती माझी आवडती पोझ. पंधरा ते वीस मिनिटे होऊन गेले असतील. मला आता रहावेना. वीर्य कधीही संख्खलन होईल. म्हणून त्याला मसाज  टेबलावर उताणा झोपविला. त्याची पाठ माझ्या छातीशी होती. मी पटकन कंडोम काढून परत लंड त्याच्या भोकात सरकवला. माझे हात त्याची छाती कुस्करत होते. मी वेगळ्याच दुनियेत होतो. गपागप मी माझा लंड मागेपुढे करीत होतो. शेवटी तो क्षण आलाच. मी तोंडाने आह आह आवाज करीत माझा माल त्याच्या गांडीत टाकला. जबरदस्त पकड त्याच्या शरीराला बसली होती. सगळे वीर्य बाहेर पडल्यावर मी मोकळा झालो. दोघांचेही श्वास जोरजोरात होत होते आणि शरीर घामाने चिंब. तो अतिशय खुष होता. माझे चुंबन घेऊन तो म्हणााला " तुम साब कमाल के हो, वापस आना, बहोत मजा आया" 

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