Urdu sex story of horny teenager’s first gay encounter: 4
Virgin gay sex story: “Hey there!” the greeting followed by the hand on his shoulder made him spin around and look up, his jaws dropping as his heart skipped a couple beats.
The enchanting sight of that full and firm pair of bare buttocks set atop those powerful, muscular thighs had left him in a benumbing trance… uss mukhtasar afsuun-nazara deewaanaa banaa diyaa thaa, and he had been assiduously avoiding going anywhere near that house (and park) for the pass two days…
“Yaar, kahan hon aaj-kal, huh?” the youth grinned down at him, the hand gently squeezing the shoulder, “I asked you to come in while I changed, but you just vanished, aur uss dinn ke baad miley bhi nahii!”
Be-his-o-hairaan, dekhtaa hi reh gayaa becharaa… zabaan khaamosh, eyes wide, and jaws agape… ears buzzing, and brain totally frozen.
“Kya huyaa?” the older boy laughted, tousling the boy’s hair, and then lowering his voice quickly added, “Uncle and aunty are leaving tomorrow afternoon, visiting their daughter for a week, so come over in the evening.”
The eyes widened even further as he looked on, the fluttering heart erratic as it skipped random beats. He heard the words, but somehow was unable to make much sense… the suggestion registering, but unable to respond.
“Chalo, kal aa jaanaa,” the guy grinned before giving a wink, and was gone!
Larazte seene me woh tez dhadkanon kaa mauj… ek anokhaa iztiraab-e-shauq, jadiid ehsaason kaa shadiid taqaazaa, jism me angdaaii letaa huyaa sone nahi de rahaa thaa. Der raat tak sochtaa raha, tossing and turning, his body burning with lust, his cock turgid with desire…
Yes, he wanted to go… go and give himself up to that stranger… allow him whatever he wanted, simply surrender… phir jo bhii hon… waise bhii toh, be-maut hii maraa jaa rahaa thaa!
But then, himmat jootaa nahi paa rahaa thaa… desperate, yet uncertain… desirous, but hesitant… kuch pashemaanii, thoda khhajil… aur yuhi kab aankh lag gayii, pata bhi nahi chalaa…
The house seemed weirdly empty, oddly silent… the porch, deserted – the old man and his quaint old rocking chair missing – the front door locked, the ground-floor windows shut.
He slowly walked to the side of the house, noting with a spine-tingling thrill that the door to the stairway was slightly ajar, quickly slipping in — his heart slamming and his cock rigid, throbbing furiously as it buzzed with exhilaration — staring silently at the staircase leading upstairs.
The glass-paned door to the groundfloor hallway – where the lady was always doing something or the other – was shut and locked, the room dark, silent and empty.
Jaise jalne kaa aarzoo liye parwaanaa khiichaa chalaa jaataa shamma ke paas, the boy quietly climbed the steps, heading upstairs… pausing for a moment once he reached the landing — everything was silent except for the soft squeak of a ceiling fan…
Dheere se, dabe paon, he went forward… unsure, yet powerless, drawn inexorably to the open bedroom door, cautiously peeking in…
The youth lay on the bed… shirtless, clad in just a lungi… still and unmoving, probably asleep…
As if under a spell, he walked in… going right up to the bed and stood looking down at the handsome young stranger… his eyes travelling from the face, down the well-defined torso… right to the centre between the slightly parted thighs…
His eyes wide as he stared in fascination, his little heart slamming — the soft cotton of the fabric seeming to meld over the contours, visibly displaying what it was covering!
And it was apparent that the youth was bare under the lungi… for the outline of a capacious member was clearly visible… the shape distinctly marked out.
In the grip of an inescapable enchantment, he stood rooted, his eyes transfixed at the spot under the fabric, when he heard a soft voice speak…
“Dekhna hain?” it said, “Lungi oothaa-ke dekh lo.”
It snapped him out of his trance, and as he looked back at the youth’s face, he saw the eyes open, observing him… grinning up at him.
Like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, he froze… his brain screaming for him to run, but his feet stuck to the floor, his legs leaden…
And as he stood, he saw youth reach up and undo the knot… slowly lowering the lungi… exposing himself… his heavy, adult sized genitals to the boy’s amazed view!
Aur jaise hii uss ‘alaamat-e-mardumii ka deedaar huyaa, toh bas, gustaakh nazar dekhtaa hii reh gayaa… naa sharm, naa hayaa… naa hii koi jhijhak…
Uff, kya nazaara thaa — wo nanga jism, wo ghane baalon se ghira huyaa mast mota saa lund… wo bhaarii saa khaasia-daan, phoola huyaa…
He kept staring shamelessly, unblinking… totally mesmerised, his little heart slamming wildly as his own cock twitched and flexed with excited anticipation…
Becoming aware of the youth pulling off the lungi and discarding it, totally naked now… his hand reaching for his cock… beginning to jerk it slowly…
And as he watched, he saw the cock begin to fill out… swell and grow… soon fully erect, flexing furiously!
Wah, kya lund thaa – mota aur lambaa, anokhaa saa khamdaar… the frighteningly thick base slowly decreasing in girth as it rose up from the lush pubes, gently curved to the left… the narrow neck bent sharply before flaring out wide, the head large and bulbous!
“Chhoona hain?” the voice asked.
Bechaara, kya jawaab deta, kya bolta woh… shashdar khada rahaa dekhte huye — wo jamaal-e barahnagee, wo ‘alaamat-e-mardii — makhmuur, nashe me choor…
“Aa jao…” he heard the voice, and with a swift motion the youth rose and reached out, grabbing his arm and pulling him in an embrace, “Mujhe maaloon thaa tum aaoge,” he whispered, caressing the boy’s face before taking his chin and tilting his face up, covering his mouth with his own… literally sucking his breath out!
He moaned, his body going limp as he slumped in the older boy’s arms…
He didn’t know how long it went on, the older boy sucking and chewing on his lips, but after what seemed like an eternity, the youth pulled back…
“Khelna hain mere lund ke saath, huh?” the youth asked, taking his trembling hand and placing it between his thighs… right on the sizzling hot cock, hard as steel, rigid as a rod, throbbing and flexing, “Lo, pakad lo!”
Pata bhi nahi chalaa kab, ya kaise, but soon he was lying on the bed… stark naked… the youth chewing away on his tiny boy nipples while his hands roved the tender frame — one hand caressing, kneading, and tweaking while the other toyed with his young genitals…
The strong fingers repeatedly slipping between his smooth thighs, slipping under… sliding down his perineum right into his asscrack… making him groan and moan as his body twisted and jerked…
His legs spreading wide of their own free will… and he held onto the fat cock tight, frantically squeezing the throbbing shaft.
Thirakte labon se nikaltaa huyaa wo aahen, wo siskiiyaa, kamre me goonj rahaa thaa… dono kaa tez, garam saanson kii aavaaz-e-baazgasht se bhar gayaa thaa… paagal huyaa jaa rahaa thaa bechaara, writhing under the incredible sensuous stimulation…
His cock flexing like crazy, hovering on the verge… leaking a non-stop stream of slimy pre-cum!
But he wasn’t the only one going crazy though… uska wo ghair-baalon, narm-mulaayam jism, jaise khwaab-e-marmariin, his tender pink boy-nipples… usska wo mehkii, garam saansen, wo nashaa-taarii madh-bharii nigahen…
Wo larazte nam honth, jaise aab-e-aatish, gulaab kii pankhurii — was driving the older teen insane, and he simply couldn’t get enough of the boy flesh as he sucked and kissed, nibbled and licked… up and down, round and about, groping and fondling!
Virgin gay sex story of a horny guy’s first sexual encounter
Dono hii be-qaaboo huye jaa rahaa thaa… ab toh naa zameen thii, naa aasmaan, aur naa hii hosh… sirf woh kamra thaa aur havaa-e-havas… ek jaltii, sulagtii aag, shadiid jinsi talab kaa… betaab, javaan jismaani chaaha!
Hai, iss maahaul-e havas me shehvat kii chaahat se mafar kahaan — aaj kuch aur ho naa ho, takmiil-e havas zaroor honaa thaa!
“Palat jaao…” the older teen urged drawing back his mouth, grabbing the boy’s hip and nudging urgently.
The boy rolled over, his heart slamming at the unknown, his slim frame shuddering with an unfamiliar excitement… moaning and whimpering as he felt the strong hands grab his buttocks… squeezing and kneading the soft, smooth globes… his hips swaying off the bed.
To be continued…
