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Mein naya-naya shift huya thaa - iss shahar, aur iss building me.

Ek chhota sa shahar, a small town - maano, yeh tai nahi kar paa raha thaa ki puraa shahar banna hain ya wapas phir se gaon ban jana hain... aur tabhi, paas, ek bada industrial complex aa jaane se within a span of four years chaar bade aur kayii chhote factories lag gaya. Dekhte hii dekhte aas-paas ke gaon se log naukri ke liye aane lage, aur basti badhta gaya... uss chhota shahar ko apna chapet me lete huye soon transforming into a bustling town... but a town still firmly rooted in its mofussil lethargy and habits.

Factories ke senior officials ke liye company housing provide kiya gaya tha, par mid aur junior level ke staff ko town me hii rehna padta thaa, kiraye pe.

And in those four years a lot of 'flats' had cropped up along the edge of town - shapeless structures of brick and mortar devoid of any aesthetics.

A couple months after college, mera job lagne ke baad jab mein shift huya toh aisa hii ek building me, top floor pe, muhje ek single bedroom wala unit rent pe mil gaya. It was one of the newer buildings, standing alone, away from the more crowded areas around the station and main road, a bit secluded.

Four storied building thaa - ground, first aur second floors pe do flats each (all occupied), aur third floor pe chaar single bedroom, attached bath wala bachelor units -- and I was the sole tenant on that floor!

Aur maze ka baat yeh thaa ki uss building me ek basement bhi thaa - though, since sabhi kiirayedaar factories ke hii staff thae, doosre shahar wale - sab hii two-wheelers se apna kaam chalate thae, no one had a car, and most parked their scooter/bike in front of the building - so, the basement was pointless.

Uss basement ke ek kone me ek room bhi bana huya thaa, which served as the building's watchman-cum-caretaker's residence.

Factory me mein jald hi settle ho gaya, aur mera lunch and dinner bhi factory ke canteen me hii ho jata tha - bas, factory aur ghar. Waise town me toh kuch aur thaa bhi nahi - naa hii koi dhang ka restaurant ya hotel thaa, aur naa hii koi mall ya multiplex... ek purana cinema hall thaa, but it mostly showed old movies - there was no nightlife!

Kareeb 3 weeks hii huya thaa mera naya aur pehla job pe aur uss week I was doing the late shift - 2 se 10 tak ka - aur kaam ke baad kareeb 10.45 tak wapas apne building me pahuch gaya thaa. As I parked my bike in the basement I heard a strange, muffled sound... ek ajeeb sa awaaz... dabi huyii karahne kii, jaise koi chadam peeda se tadap raha hon...

Jaisa ki meine pahale hii bata chuka, basement me ek kamra tha - for the watchmen/caretaker - I wondered if he was ill or something.

Mein aahista-aahista uss kamre ke teraf badha toh awaaz thoda tez ho gaya, mingled with the soft sound of TV playing in the background... and as I approached the room, I also noted a regular creaking noise...

I was really worried now -- was the man having some kind of attack - an epileptic seizure perhaps?

Hurrying forward as I got close to the room, the sounds becoming louder and clearer -- saath ek ajeeb sa thap-thaape kii awaaz bhii -- I paused with a start as realisation suddenly dawned... I could have kicked myself!

That was the sound of sex - the guy was having sex!!!

How stupid of me, I thought silently shaking my head, ready to turn around and make my way out of the basement, when curiosity got the better of me...

Meine phir dheere-dheere, dabe pao, uss kamre kii taraf badhaa -- the door of the room was closed, but there was a window, and it was slightly ajar, toh mein uss khidkii ke taraf gaya... aur bilkul paas jaa kar dheere se andar jhaaka...

Kamre ka tubelight on thaa, shayad bilkul khidkii ke ooper hii thaa, aur uss tez roshnii me meine jo dekhaa... Uff... mera toh hosh-o-hawaas udd gaya... mein dang reh gaya!

Khidkii ke bilkul paas thaa ek chaarpaii, aur uss chaukii ke ooper woh watchman, pura nanga, chod raha thaa -- his ass towards the window, heaving up and down as it powered his cock... and I had a complete and clear view of it... in fact, if I just reached in, I could touch his bouncing buttocks, it was so close!

His ass steadily rising and falling at a rapid rate... both pair of legs spread wide... and between those parted thighs I saw the watchman's heavy scrotum flopping and swinging with his movements... and another pair of balls between the lower pair of thighs, tightly knotted...

Instantly realising with surprise, and shock, that he was actually fucking a guy!

The guy lay flat on the bed, on his belly... and the watchman atop, over him... his ass rising and falling at a rapid rate, sending his astoundingly thick cock ripping in and out of the quivering little flesh hole... making the guy under him groan and whimper -- the same sound that had first drawn my attention, the sound that had led me to the window.

Mujhe maloom tha kii mujhe phoren chala jana chahiye, par mein khada raha, rooted to the spot - jaise mantra-mugdh ho gaya hoon - my eyes fixed at the point of their union... mesmerised as I watched the swollen, glistening shaft slide in and out of that grotesquely stretched hole... listening to the lewd sounds of sex: the slap-slap of flesh on flesh, the obscene squish of the rampant cock sliding in and out of that tight anus... and their lusty moans and grunts.

And as I stood watching... totally fascinated, I saw him speed up, the guy under him groaning even louder, suddenly lifting his ass up and slamming back at him...

They must have been at it for a long while, for now the watchman was fucking the guy with furious force, making him cry out... and then he shoved in completely, holding still... and I saw his ass cheeks flex savagely as he grunted... obviously ejaculating inside the guy's ass...

The guy too let out a low, guttural growl, furiously rotating his ass... his legs flexing and stretching... probably shooting his own cum!

After about almost five minutes the watchman pulled out with a loud, obscene sucking sound, and I saw the white liquid gush out of the violently twitching hole...

"Chal, choos ke nikaal le baaki ka maal..." I heard the man grunt as he lifted off and got up on his knees.

I was so engrossed in watching the scene, or rather, that thick cock sliding in and out of the tiny hole, that mein bhool hii chukaa thaa kii mein bilkul paas khada hoon, aur wo mujhe dekh sakhte hain agar unhonne khidkii ke taraf nazar kiya...

And that's exactly what happened - as the boy rolled over and was about to get up, his glazed eyes seemed to look straight at the window, staring toward where I stood... and at that moment I finally woke up from my stupor... quickly stepping aside into the darkness, and then ran out of the basement on silent feet... not stopping till I had reached my room on the top floor.

Kamre me pahuch kar me puraa haap raha thaa... kaanp raha thaa... lund bilkul tana huya thaa -- I simply couldn't believe what I had just seen, couldn't get that image out of my head -- those two naked bodies, that massive cock... the boy... and the raunchy sound of sex -- ek arsa ho gaya tha, almost two months, since I had last fucked... and the sight I just witnessed brought home the condition of my enforced celibacy with painful clarity... making me miss the joyful experience of fucking an ass!

Jab woh ladka roll over kiya, meine usse pehchaan liya thaa... aur mujhe shak tha, I was almost certain, kii woh bhi mujhe dekh liya hoga, though I had pulled back and stepped away from the window.

Abhi time hain mein bataadoon aapko uss watchman ke barey: Vikas, yehi koi early-thirties ka hoga - medium kadd, gathiila badan, brawny and powerfully built. Dikhne me good-looking hii kaha jaa sakta, puraa rustic, desi type... aur paas se guzron toh lagta kii koi sarson tel ka mill me aa gaye hon, he always smelt of mustard oil!

Waise, thaa kuch kaam kaa nahi - typical uncouth, small town slacker - sara dinn entrance ke paas ek khatiya pe baithaa, khainii chabate huye gungunate rehta thaa... aur beech-beech me gayab ho jata thaa. God only knew where he went, but he'd be back after an hour, beaming like a thousand watts bulb, once more humming away!

Par thaa bada hii hasmukh, and friendly type... a bit too friendly I must add... always chatting up whenever we crossed path, his eyes roving all over... popping up at my door enquiring if I needed something, asking for a cigarette...

I didn't encourage, but I didn't mind too much either -- after all, I had to work and live here, and such local people do come in handy and therefore I needed to keep them in good humour -- aise log hii kaam aate hain... aur haan, mujhe thoda bahut help bhi kiya thaa woh - like guiding me to the saloon, the dhobi, the local market area... even getting me an electrician, and a plumber, when I needed one.

Aur wo ladka: a gorgeously cute, effervescent adolescent, shayad school ka bachcha thaa -- chhota saa kadd, ekdam slim, bahut gora-chitta, bilkul chikna -- lund aur demaag, dono hiilaa ke rakh dene wala!

I had seen him many times on my way to work and back, and somethimes at the building itself... always dressed in tight, skinny jeans and bright, colourful short tees. Dekhte hii maloom ho jata tha kii wo kisi bade shahar ka ladka hoga, par yaha kya kar raha thaa? I didn't know who he was, or where he lived, and I simply couldn't place him - he plainly didn't belong to this town, and yet, there he was!

Yes, I had wondered as I eyed him, and his amazing ass -- uff, uska wo gaand ka ubhaar, maano jeans phaad kar abhi bahaar aa jayega -- aur uss gaand ko dekhte hii mera pant me khalbali saa mach jata thaa, an unbearable tingle in my cock... par mein kabhi bhi kuch karne ka socha nahi because it was a small town and I was very new, and didn't want any complications.

College me kayee juniors ke gaand maara thaa, aur pados ka ek ladka ka regular basis pe maarta thaa, but after moving to this shitty town, the past almost one month, I'd had no sex. Aur iss town me koi decent bottom milne ka hope bhi nahi thaa... apps pe koi listing bhii nahi thaa.

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Next morning as I left for breakfast, Vikas was at his post - khatiya pe baithaa - and when he saw me he gave a huge, big smile, "Kyu Babu, nashtaa karne jaa rahe hon?" the tone overtly familiar!

I nodded curtly, wondering if the boy had told him about seeing a person peeping in through the window... if they had identified that it was me watching.

"Aaj bhi doopahar ka duty kaa?" the smile wider, the eyes twinkling.

And suddenly I was sure he knew... I felt he knew... but how'd the boy know who I was? Yes, he'd seen me, but he didn't know me.

Not bothering to reply, I walked out...

I returned exactly at 10.47 pm and instead of going down to the basement I parked my bike near the entrance of the building... and as I was about to go in, I paused... ek ajeeb sa kheechao, an intense curiosity overtook me - wo aaj bhi kar raha thaa kya?

The next day was my off, so I was in no hurry, I could spare a few minutes... and get up late in the morning... I just wanted to see... check out...

Mein dheere se basement ke taraf badha aur neeche chala gaya...

As usual, it was dark... but there was the glow of light coming from the room in the corner... and as I approached on silent feet, I heard the unmistakable sounds again - muffled groans and muted grunts - the sounds of sex.

The door was closed, but the window ajar... and as I got closer I noted the throbbing, pulsating light - the steady glow of the tube was there, but it was accompanied by flashes of scintillating hues of green, blue, red and gold...

More curious now, I hastened to the window and cautiously peeked in - the room was aglitter with the vibrants shades of blinking lights - Vikas had set up fairy lights in his room!

And there, uss chaukii pe, dono fuck kar raha thaa...

Vikas apna ghutna mod kar, seedha baitha thaa -- like the traditional Japanese seiza posture -- sitting with his knees bent and his legs folded under, his buttocks resting on the soles of his feet - his back to the window.

Aur wo ladka, apna peeth ke bal laeta, taang phailaye huye, Vikas ke godd pe gaand rakh, uchaal-uchaal ke chudwa raha thaa!

Mein dekhta reh gaya, totally fascinated... utterly bewitched... watching the two groan and moan as they fucked -- the boy's arms flailing in the air one moment, then tugging at the bedsheet... Vikas holding the boy's narrow waist in a firm grip and moving him up and down on his shaft -- my cock instantly hardening, just like the previous evening!

I was so engrossed that it took me a while, but I suddenly realised something - yeh toh Vikas nahi, koi aur thaa!

Vikas thoda sa sawla rang ka aadmi, par mere aankho ke saamne jo aadmi uss ladka ko chod raha thaa wo bahut hii gora thaa, aur tabhi mere kaan ke bilkul paas ek halka sa awaaz dheere se bola: "Kya dekhat hou babu, andar jaa ke deikh lo..."

I literally jumped, bilkul chauk gaya... and turning my head, I froze - it was Vikas!

Vikas stood right by my side, a wide grin on his face, "Kyu babu, hain na chhoraa mast?" he whispered with a wink.

I simply stood there, staring back at him -- horribly aroused, yet totally appalled, and utterly shamed -- dismayed by the sudden appearance of Vikas when I wasn't expecting anyone, and horrified at being caught red-handed while shamelessly peeping in on other people having sex!

"Sassurii gaand bhi mast hain chhoraa kaa!" ussne muskuraate huye bola, "makkhan jaisan mulaayam aur dhobi kii bhatti jaisan garam, ekdam tightwa!"

I remained silent... still reeling from the shock, my cock still painfully rigid.

"Karna hai-baa kaa?" he grinned widely, giving another wink, "Tumre jaisan saharii launda hain, tumhre hii factory ka maneejar ka betwa. Eihaa chhuttio me baap ke paas aawae rahe, aur saraa dinn lund khojat rahe, ek bhii lauda naahi chhoda sassurii, ek number ka gaandu, bada hii chudakkar!

And suddenly I felt his hand on my crotch... full palm, squeezing...

He laughted out loud, "Arre babu, kouno saram naahi, jawan marad hon, chiknii gaand dekhbe toh lund khada hoe jaawe-baa, ab kya tana lund le ke kamre me mooth maaroge kaa, kal ratiyan jaisan?

More horror for me... he did indeed know about the previous evening... he was aware that I'd spied on them... oh, the shame!

"Aaj tum bhi kar lo babu, kal jaahi rahe hain wapiis sahar maa, isskool khatam, ab kaaleej ka chhora ban gayil."

Vikas had been whispering all this while, but this time he spoke out loud and the door almost instantly opened...

"Arre, Vikas bhaiya, aa gaye wapiis?" asked the guy standing at the door, ek chhota sa gamchaa lapete huye. "Kenne chale gaye thae, haa?"

I knew the guy - Arif - the young autowala from the station... the same guy who had got me here the day I first landed in this town, three weeks back!

"Arre, ee dekh, babu ehni chhoop-chhoop ke dekhat rahe hain, tana lund liye," Vikas laughed in response, his hand still caressing my hardon, "par andar aane se sarma rahe hain."

"Kaahe laaj karth ho babu," Arif too laughed, his hand rubbing his crotch, "doopahar se hii laaga hain chhoraa, tum bhi aajao, khoos ho jaawegaa sassurii!"

"Chala babu," Vikas smiled, his hand giving my cock one final squeeze before releasing it and taking my hand, "aur kaahe ka saram?"

With the initial shock and embarrassment fast wearing off, and the temptation being great, after all, it had been two months since I'd fucked anyone... besides, the kid was truly HOT... SUPER HOT!... and obviously, a slut to boot... and, as Vikas said - I'm a healthy, hot-blooded, young man, so why be ashamed? And if the kid was indeed leaving, this was my only chance to fuck that twink ass I've been lusting after!

"Bihaan se hii laangtaa pada hain ehija, gaand ke bhookh saanth karii ke vaaste," Vikas informed as he led me, "abao tum bhi tani pel do, tum bhii khoos, aur wo bhii khoos!"

"Aawa babu, aawa," Arif smiled in welcome, stepping back, making way for us as we entered the room.

"Ee dekhao babu, tohre vaaste hii kothariaa sajawal rahe hain..." Vikas announced as we stepped inside, Arif closing the door and bolting it.

The room reeked of sex, sweat and semen; the silent air reverberating with the sounds of sex - heavy breathing, groans and grunts, squeak of the chauki, slap of naked flesh... and the obscenly gross squish of cock sliding in and out of a sloppy, well used, slimy hole!

And now that I was seeing him, the man, I recognised him - he was Madan, the plumber that Vikas had brought over when I needed work done in my bathroom.

"Kal jaanglaa se hii jhaak kar chale gayil bina andar aaye, toh aaj tohre udghaatan karbe ka sajawat..." Vikas was saying, his hand gently pressed against the small of my back.

"Tumhre udghaatan samaaroh!" Arif giggled pulling off his gamcha. "Peechle teen saalon me hamre lundwa kaa swaad sassurii chakh chuka hain, aaj tumhre saharii lund kaa swaad bhii chakh legaa!"

Their tone, the raw, obscene words were an indistinct buzz in my ear as I stood there, transfixed... my eyes on those two - man and twink - mesmerised as I watched them fuck, illuminated by the flickering glow of the colourful lights... both seeming totally unconcerned, or probably, oblivious of our presence, continuing with their lewd act without pause, or a break in their rhythm...

And as I watched I saw Madan grab the boy's knees and lift his legs high... spreading his own knees wide before slumping forward, covering the writhing twink with his masculine body... his hip non-stop as it continued to pump his cock in and out of the boy's ass hole...

"Ae babu," Arif asked moving in close, his cock, now fully erect and swaying, "duur se hii dekhaa loob-loobaat rahoge kaa, laikaa ko chodbe kii naahi?" his hand caressing my fully tented crotch, "Lundwa tuhaar toh puraa tana hain, paant maa qaid rakhkhoge kaa? Ab toh laangtaa hoyi le babu!"

I had already got a good glimpse of Vikas's massive cock the previous night, and now seeing Arif's cock made my heart slam -- it was huge -- the kid (my factory manager's son) sure did know how to pick the best cocks in town, must be a size queen!

"Utaar le babu, utaar le," I heard Vikas say and found him on my other side, now completely naked too, sporting a huge hardon, "maja aa jaayi!"

And even before I could think or react, they were stripping me...

I didn't stop them, didn't resist... I was in the mindless grip of maddening lust... of crazed arousal... and nothing mattered, except burying my flexing cock in that tight, sloppy boy-hole... slam in and fuck his teen pussy till I added my own seed to the accumulated load that the boy's ass had amassed over the day.

Besides, I had done a couple group scenes in college -- two tops and two bottoms once, and four tops with two bottoms -- so having naked male bodies around didn't bother me... all four of us could happily share that slutty twink!

"Aahibaa..." I heard Arif exclaim, his hands roving all over my naked body, groping, "ae Vikas bhaiyya, tum sahi kahat rahe, tohaar banka babu toh bilkul uii chhoraa jaisan hii chikna hain re!"

"Chala, babu..." Vikas whispered into my ear, one hand taking my arm, and the other fondling my naked butt, the two men leading me towards the squeaking chauki...

Vikas and Arif ushered me towards the window at the foot of the bed -- Arif holding my cock, stroking the flexing length, Vikas groping and squeezing my ass, and we were now standing right above the mating pair, looking down at them.

"Ae Madanwa," Vikas called as we approached, "dopahar se hii chodan raha uii laikaa ko, ab babu ko bhii ek chaanas de re..."

Madan paused in mid stroke and looked up at us for the first time, grinning widely, "Arre, hum kab rokalba, tohre babu ke laage hii toh gaand garam raakhal baa. Ehija, babu..." he said looking at me, tugging out his rampant cock from that cum sloppy, gripping hole with a loud, obscene plop, making the boy groan with agony.

"Uuuunnnnnnhh..." the twink cried out, his hands tugging at the bedsheet, his ass swaying up high, desperate for cock, "ruko matt, chodo!" he demanded loudly.

Madan rolled off the boy and lay down by his side, stroking his slimy cock, grinning up at me... the look lusty.

The kid lay right before me, thighs splayed, legs bent at the knee... still swaying and rotating his ass in search of a cock, whining away as he asked for someone to fuck him!

And as I looked down at him, I groaned... my whole body tingling, my cock hurting as it flexed -- God! the boy was awesome, breathtakingly beautiful, like some Heavenly gift waiting for me to take!

Jaise kii mein pehele hii bata chuka hoon... ladka bilkul gora-chitta thaa, very fair, aur uska pura badan me, kahii bhii, ek bhi baal nahi thaa... his whole body totally smooth and hairless, except for the lush, dark and curly pubes, and a light growth under his arms... the contrast of the jet black pubes against his fair skin startling!

"Fuck me!" he cried in English as his glazed eyes briefly focused on me... lifting his legs higher and spreading them wide, offering me his glorious ass!

"Dekh, babu..." Vikas whispered into my ear, the fingers of his other hand sliding along the glistening cleft of the boy's widely parted asscheeks... roughly nudging at the pouty, wildly fluttering hole, red and swollen from the day-long fucking, "ekdam laram aur mulayam... maal se bilkul chikna... Dhookaa de, babu!

Mad with arousal, totally blinded by lust, I climbed in between the splayed thighs... Arif still stroking my dick, Vikas sliding two fingers in and out of the sperm leaking, squishy boy hole... both whispering obscene suggestions as Madan lay there looking up at me, his eyes hooded, his lips curled in a grin, as if waiting... waiting for something.

I was just aware of the boy in front of me... and the ferocious flames raging in my loins... my only aim: ram in and fuck that awesome twink ass and fill it with my two months worth of unshed load... nothing else mattered - the three men, their presence in the room, their senseless banter... nothing was important.

And as I leaned forward, placing my hands on either side of the boy's shoulders... Arif released my cock and moved back, both his hands now kneading my naked ass... Madan rolling over on his side and reaching in between the boy's thighs, his hand in the crack of the boy's ass, the full palm sliding up and down along the deep cleft... Vikas pulling out his fingers and grabbing my cock... tugging it... guiding me to the waiting hole... aligning my throbbing shaft to the boy's twitching pussy.

"Ghonp de babu," Arif urged me, whispering close to my ear, "ek hii jhakte me ghonp de!"

Mein bilkul hii pagal ho gaya tha... do mahinaa baad mujhe chodne ka mouka mil raha thaa, aur wo bhi such a lovely young boy... mujhe ab sirf usey chodna tha... yeh Vikas, Madan aur Arif didn't matter.

With Arif caressing my buttocks, Vikas still holding my cock in a firm grip, and Madan's hand still flat against the open ass cheeks of the boy, his fore and middle fingers parted, the tiny hole peeking from between the two fingers -- the thin lips pushing out high, offering mesmerising glimpse of the moist, pink innards -- I lurched forward... feeling the mouth open wide and suck in my cock head!

I groaned, and the boy cried out...

It was a smoldering furnace inside, and viciously tight... smooth and slippery from all the cum it had taken that day... the powerful muscles squeezing my cock with a vengeance, making me grunt as I sank in completely... the boy writhing under me, his cries loud... and all three men laughing.

Soon I was fucking the boy furiously, slamming into that tight boi-hole with a ferocity that was new even to me... maddened with hunger, mein pichle do mahinon ka kasar nikaal rahaa thaa... and it seemed the twink was loving it too, thrashing under me as he groaned and cried... his ass slamming back at me!

Arif was still kneading and fondling my ass with both his hands... Madan still sliding his palm along the boy's spread cheeks, his fingers curling around my pumping cock each time I pulled out... but Vikas had released my cock, reaching in between my thighs and craddling my swinging balls instead, squeezing softly!

"Chod le, babu, ji bhar ke chod le," Vikas was saying as he squeezed my balls with one hand, his other hand slithering between my asscheeks, "phir aisan mouka miley kii naahii!"

And they, all three of them, were talking nonstop... talking dirty, but it had no meaning for me as I continued... my ass rising and falling in a steady beat, going in deep each time, and pulling out completely, before ramming in!

Suddenly Madan shifted, quickly getting up and moving towards the boy's head, knealing right above the boy's face... but his hands didn't move, his palm still sliding between the boy's splayed thighs, his fingers still clutching my cock each time I pulled back.

"Le, choos le..." he said, lowering his pelvis, offering the boy his slime coated cock... sliding it in as the boy opened his mouth wide!

The boy was ready I guess, for suddenly he grabbed my shoulders and pushed back at me, grinding his ass up with furious force, and then began to shudder... screaming and spluttering around the cock in his mouth as he came, splashing his already caked torso with more of his own teen cum!

But I wasn't done... I was thoroughly enjoying my first fuck in two months, and intended on extending the moment for as long as I could... slowing down a bit as his ass went crazy around my cock while he ejaculated... squeezing like he would tear it off the root and swallow it whole!

I felt Madan's hand withdraw... and Vikas too released my balls, his hand joining Arif's on my butt... two pairs of hands groping and pawing my ass... caressing my thighs... repeatedly pulling my asscheeks apart...

The boy went limp under me, just groaning as I kept fucking him, suckling on Madan's huge cock, moaning nonstop!

"Arif, zara tel ka shishi dena..." I heard Vikas say, his voice low and husky.

"Kenne baa?" Arif asked, his hands leaving my buttocks.

"Onne, dekh, jaanglaa ke paas..." Vikas replied, his thumb sliding up and down my crack, repeatedly pressing down on my exposed anus.

In the grip of lust, driven out of my mind by the boy's sizzling rectum, their dehati talk made no sense, and their groping and fondling didn't hold any meaning... none of it even registering in my sexually overloaded brain... happily fucking away!

[ Par mujhe tab ye maaloom nahi thaa kii yeh sab ek well planned scheme thaa Vikas ka... aur ab mera gaand ka udghaatan hone wala thaa ! ]

Soon I felt two pair of oily hands massaging my buttocks, kneading the flesh... oily fingers sliding and slipping between the cheeks... repeatedly circling over and around my tight little, untouched hole, gently caressing it, rubbing in the oil... stabbing at it...

"Le lotta!" I heard Arif gasp with wonder, "Bhaiyya, tum sahii bole la, babu toh bilkul hii laram aur mulaayam, aur ee dekhau, bahut chhotkaa baa!" his tone hushed as he added, "Le paayi kaa?"

But with my whole body tingling, my cock flexing wildly, my mind swimming with the thrill of the fuck, I didn't care, in fact, their obscene touch felt nice, adding to my joy of fucking the squirming boy, when the hands suddenly withdrew...

I heard the chauki squeak, and felt hands pulling my cheeks apart once more... soon followed by something hot pressing down on my pucker...

Through the mind numbing fog of sexual arousal, the exquisite mind-boggling heat and flutter of the teen ass around my buried cock... I finally woke up... it was a cock knocking at my back door... Vikas ya Arif ka lund meri gaand ke chhed pe dabao daal raha thaa...

I wanted to scream... tell them that I didn't take cock in my ass - I was a pure top, I only fucked ass. No one had ever fucked me, or even tried to fuck me!

And as I lifted my head, Madan pulled out his cock from the boy's mouth and grabbing the thick base lifted it up... rubbing it against my parted lips, softly laughing as he said, "Le, babu, ab tu bhi choos le jara, khol apna munh..."

Forget about sucking cock, I never even touch a guy's cock, even when I fucked them... I was a TOP!

But I never got to tell them that, for Madan shoved his cock in my mouth... stretching my lips wide, almost unhinging my jaws... going deep, hitting the back of my throat... and as my gag reflex kicked in, my whole body arching as I retched, my asshole opening in response... Vikas' cock tore in!

[ It's an old trick, gag a guy, and along with his throat, his ass too will open wide ! It is reflexive, a natural bodily reaction, and widely used for breaking in reluctant virgins ! ]

I screamed around the cock in my mouth -- both from the shock, and the jarring pain, of penetration -- desperately struggling to free myself, but Madan was holding fistful of my hair with both hands, keeping my head still, my face buried in his groin, and a pair of strong hands were firmly holding my waist... and with both my hands supporting me, I was trapped... the fat cock already halfway in my ass, going in deeper!

I tried to shake my head... tell them to stop... but there was nothing I could do... feeling the man behind me pushing forcefully... stuffing more and more of his rigid cock deeper in my ass...

I groaned, suddenly realising that I had lost my erection... my cock slipping out of the boy's ass!

The boy let out a loud, disappointed grunt, exclaiming, "What the fuck dude, you can't even keep a bloody hard-on, huh? Loser!" giving me an ugly look before rolling away from under me.

"Mast tightwa, kaa Vikas bhaiya?" I heard Arif exclaim with excitment, laughing... and inferred that it was Vikas who was fucking me!

Vikas didn't bother to reply, busy working his cock into my virgin ass... grunting as he stretched me painfully wide, sinking in deeper... till finally he was fully planted, filling me completely!

And all the while I kept screaming, telling him to stop... but it was a meaningless gurgle, my cries muffled by Madan's crazily throbbing cock...

"Lah!" Vikas finally huffed victoriously, the tone satisfied, "Dhuk gayil, babu!"

Aur phir uska chodne ka silsila shuru huya... what power, what force... slamming into me... ripping into my ass, straightening out every curve, every bend... going right up into my belly!

"Aahibaa!" Arif laughed, one hand between my thighs, grabbing and squeezing my whole package while the thumb slid along my perineum, gently pressing... his other palm gliding in my oily crack, the fingers circling my stretched hole, nudging at the stuffed orifice, making me groan even louder!

God knows how long Vikas fucked me, but suddenly I felt him go berserk... before grinding in and holding still, his hands fiercely tight on my hips... his cock swelling inside me, and then he was filling me with his liquid, dehati seed... spurt after furious spurt... boiling hot!

He hadn't even pulled out fully when Madan took his cock out of my mouth and went behind me, and pushing Vikas aside rammed in, romping home... making me scream out.

Vikas slumped down on the bed by my side, grinning up at me as Madan began to fuck...

Madan had been fucking the boy when Vikas had interrupted him, asking him to move, let me have the boy... and now, with all that pent up lust, he took it out on me, slamming in with vengeance, ripping into me, making me cry out in discomfort, laughing as he said, "Tani aahista bola babu, tohaar awaaj se filaatwale sab neeche aa jaaibe!"

"Aur mujhe kau..." the boy began to say (he was still lying there in bed, his cock once more erect, jerking off), but Vikas snapped at him, shutting him down.

"Bahut ho gaya, bahut maal bhar liyaa aaj, ab gaand ko thoda aram de aur ghar jaa, nahi toh tohra baap dhoonte huye phir aa jaibe uss din jaisan."

The boy started to complain, but then fell silent, slowly getting off the bed and searching for his clothes... and as he finally left, giving me another disdainful look, a phone began to ring...

"Haan?" Vikas answered as Arif handed him the phone, listening for a moment before saying,"Le baat kar," and handing it back to Arif.

"Kaa chalat haa?" Arif laughed, obviously repeating the question he was asked, "Vikas bhaiyya kaa bole rahii? Wohi chalat..." he paused, before laughing some more, "Haan, babu... ... Haan... ... Haan... ... Aawa."

"Aawat rahii kaa?" Vikas asked as Arif cut the call.

"Haan."

All of it was a blur for me, barely registering in my numbed brain... my arms had given up and I had slumped forward, my shoulders on the bed, my face buried in the sweat drenched, cum stained, stinky sheet... my hips held high by Madan, his cock rampaging in my sore, burning ass... on and on, without a break, without pause... before suddenly speeding up, giving about a dozen very powerful thrusts, growling as he pressed in, unleashing his manly seed deep in my violently agitated rectum, the liquid mixing in with Vikas' semen, together overflowing as it leaked out of my stretched hole...

Another ten minutes and Madan pulled out with a loud sucking sound, and Arif slammed in almost immediately... making me groan as he hilted himself.

My ass was on fire, my stomach in turmoil, but thankfully, unlike Vikas or Madan, Arif was in no rush... gently rocking his hips as he fucked me, the strokes short, but powerful, more than half his cock remaining inside me... his hand going between my thighs, under me, taking my cock in a firm grip and jerking me off...

Though I had gone soft when Vikas entered me... later, with his fat cock constantly rubbing my prostate, sending electric jolts shooting throughout my tingling body, I had once more regained my erection, well, partial erection... and had remained that way while he finished... then Madan, right up to when Arif entered me... my semi hard cock swaying with the movement of their hunching, drooling a nonstop stream of sticky pre-cum, the slimy strands smearing my thighs and wetting the sheet under me...

God, his hand around my cock, as he jerked me, felt amazing... and I moaned, lifting up my ass and slamming back at his groin, feeling my balls begin to crawl up!

And exactly at that moment there was a soft knock on the door...

Vikas got up and went to answer the door, not bothering to even wrap a gamchaa around his nakedness!

"Aai na re, Shankar..." I heard him say.

"Kyu Vikas bhaiyya-ji, mahinaa bolen aur teen hii hafton me?!" I heard a voice laugh in reply.

Vikas laughed back, closing the door.

"Kaa chalat haa?" the voice came closer to the bed...

"Kowcho naahi..." Madan responded with a mirthful laugh, slowly sitting up, "ratiya bhar babu ko khoos kariibe kaa taiaari!"

The newcomer was now standing right in front of me, at the head of the creaking chaukii... and as I lifted my eyes, I groaned -- it was Shankar, the boy from the medical store in the main market... a kid, a teenager, not a day older than eighteen!

Almost six feet tall, he was a very handsome boy -- sharp, beautiful features, slim and slender, aur bilkul gora-chitta... sar pe kaale ghungrale baal, gaal bilkul mulaayam, with just chin scruff - silky strands of curly, dark hair, trimmed short.

I saw him look at Arif, grinning, already taking off his clothes, "Kaa ho marde!"

Arif simply grunted in reply, humping away, his hand still jerking me off...

And as Shankar dropped his pants... seeing him naked... his cock, I gasped!

Vikas, Madan and Arif were all hung, each with almost equally fat dicks... but Shankar was a GIANT -- easily nine and a half, maybe even more, as thick as his own wrist -- and he wasn't even hard! His leathery scrotum was like a heavy pouch, hanging low, almost halfway down his thighs -- ek bhaari thaila jaisa, jhoolta huya -- the incredibly large balls loaded!

Hearing my gasp they all laughed, Madan reaching out and tweaking my engorged nipple, "Bauka gayil kaa, babu?"

Yes, I was dumbfounded... and I went on staring, my eyes wide, disbelieving!

"Aisan barkaa dekhailaa kabhi, heh?" Shankar laughed, waving his dick in front of my stunned face, "Choosbe kaa?"

All three laughing as Madan pinched my nipple hard, making me groan.

"Ae babu, bhakuaail gawa kaa?" Shankar asked, getting up on the bed, on his knees, lovingly stroking his quickly hardening tool, centimetres from my face... before thrusting his pelvis forward, rubbing the bloated head against my lips, "Le babu, tani choos ke geel kar de!"

Almost unconsciously my lips parted, opening wide, and Shankar thrust his pelvis forward, shoving in the head... filling my mouth to capacity, letting out a sigh as his fingers curled in my hair, holding my head.

I heard Vikas and Madan laugh as Shankar began rocking his hips... forcing more of his rigid cock in my drooling mouth as he leaned in, his other hand sliding down my back... going between my buttocks... his long fingers reaching in...

"Kaa're babu, tu hamke aapan gaand debaa?" Shankar asked as his finger nudged at my stretched, already stuffed hole.

Arif's throbbing dick in my ass, and his hand jerking my cock... Shankar's massive tool in my mouth, his strong masculine smell overpowering my senses... his arrogance, his obscene words, the lewd tone... all finally combined to push me over the edge... my cock exploding in Arif's grip... twitching violently as it spewed my two month's stock of stored cum all over the bed... the thick, viscous semen gushing out with nerve-wracking force...

It seemed like my balls had simply melted and was flowing out of my flexing shaft... jaise mera shariir kaa har hissa nechod kar saraa ras, saarii shakti, mera lund se bahar beh raha thaa...

Drained and exhausted, I went limp... but Arif held my hips, keeping my ass up, while Shankar kept my head up... both continuing to fuck my two ends... till my crazed ass finally forced Arif to shed his youthful seed, humping wildly as he emptied his balls in my ass, filling me with his bountiful cum... falling over my back as he gave the final few powerful thrusts before going still.

As soon as Arif's dick slipped out of my sloppy, cum oozing ass, and he rolled off me, Shankar pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed my shoulder, "Chal babu, bhuiyaa par chal..." tugging my limp body off the bed and laying me on the floor, on my back, quickly going between my legs and lifting them high... spreading them before pushing my knees right up to my shoulder, pressing down -- my thighs flat against my torso... my calves (shanks) pressed down on my thighs... and my ankles on my upturned buttocks...

"Thaehunaa tani gardaniya se pakad rakhkhaa..." he said, to no one in particular, but I saw Vikas get up and kneel above my head, his hands grabbing my knees, pressing them down against my shoulders... his balls brushing against my forehead, his erect cock flexing right above my eyes.

Shankar grabbed my flaccid, drained genitals with one hand, holding the package aside, while his other hand went between my parted asscheeks... directly to my anus... shoving in two finger as he laughed, "Gaand mast tightwa baa, cheeyaar debe!" rapidly fucking my sore hole with his fingers.

After about ten minutes of that he rose, getting into position, guiding his scarily massive penis to my quacking hole... and I felt the heat... the rigidity... and then he was pressing down...

I cried out as I felt his cock head stretch my aching ass mouth... the pressure relentless, fierce... making me groan as I thrashed my head around on the bare floor between Vikas' knees... my hands flailing wildly as I tried to grab the boy's shoulders, stop him... but someone grabbed both my arms, holding them down...

I still struggled, squirming my ass as I tried to shift away from his merciless onslaught... when his hand holding my genitals, squeezed me hard, making me cry out as he growled fiercely, "Ae babu, chup-chap le le, jaada chapad-chapad kiya naata dhar ke naretiya teep denge!"

And that's when he gave a massive thrust... forcefully shoving the huge head inside... and I screamed!

"Arre, bas babu bas, dhook gayil," I heard Vikas saying, "le, ab tani aaraam se chudwa le!"

Aur phir kya?

Agle 45 minute tak Shankar lagataar chodta gaya... kya force, kya stamina... powering his hips as he send the massive cock ripping in and out of my totally ravaged, desensitised hole... bina ruke, bina chuke, bina thake, without slowing down even once... on and on...

And sometime during his wild fucking, bina khada huye, bina lund chooye, mera phir se maal jhad gaya -- a hot stream of thick cum gushing out of my flaccid penis as it lay on my abdomen, swaying from side to side in tune with Shankar's hunching... puddling on my stomach before rolling off the side...

And as my ass flexed, pumping out my semen, Shankar finally ground in, his pelvis pressed hard against my spread thighs... shooting his teen sperm deep in my belly... kam se kam ek gallon taaja maal meri gaand me bhar diyaa!

And I could feel every pulse, every flex of his cock, with each burst of cum as it shot out... sizzling hot... thick... and soothing!

Poora maal jhadte hii Shankar ne apna tana lund khej nikala aur uth khada huya, looking down at me as he grinned, "Babu, aaj ratiya bhar, bina soye, paari-paari, kaa?!"

I just lay there on the floor, my whole body numb... shaking from head to toe as I looked up at the handsome teenager towering over me, my eyes settling on his still rigid, still flexing cock... wondering what more was in store for me!

Bas, aage ka aur kya batana... raatbhar ghamasan chudai chalta raha -- woh chaar top, aur mein akela bottom -- spending excruciating hours squirming uncomfortably under them as they took turns fucking my mouth and ass... ek ke baad ek, baari-baari, chodta gaya charon mil kar... aur beech me Shankar aur Vikas mera sandwich fuck bhi kar daala!

Bas, subah hote-hote na toh me uth paya, aur naa hi chal paya, aur wahii, Vikas ke room me hii pada raha...

After that night (it's been three months now) they, all four of them, visit my room whenever they want (according to my shift at the factory) -- sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs... sometimes all four together, especially on holidays -- fucking me till I can take no more, pleading with them to stop, give me some rest... but somehow also liking it, eagerly waiting for them to come... aur chup-chaap gaand marwa leta.

- Samaampt         

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