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

Waise toh jism kaa harr hissaa, harr jaanib se yehi huya tasdeeq kar raha thaa: woh zer-e naaf baalon ka bharpuur aana, raanon ke darmiyaan lund ka wasee hona -- the underarm hair, the newly enlarged genitals, the freshly sprouted pubes... the developing teen muscles, the shadow above the upper lips -- but nothing seemed to matter: ghar, school, aur dher saare dost, bas khush thaa woh apna yehi chhoti sii duniyaa me!

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

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

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

No, they still hung out, and they still played their various games... still enjoyed horsing around, and having their usual youthful fun... but the boys were like obsessed, constantly talking about girls... behaving weirdly whenever they saw girls, leaving him bemused one moment, and exasperated the next... totally bewildered by their sheer stupidity -- GIRLS, of all things!!!

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

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

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

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

Really?!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

A small tempo-truck was parked before the house and men were unloading cartons and other odds and ends -- a few cane chairs, a couple desk-tables, and such other assorted knick-knacks -- and as the men carried the items inside, with an ear-splitting roar, accompanied by squealing tires, a motorbike came to a screeching halt right in front of the house... a young dude astride the mean looking machine.

"New tenant..." observed one of the boys.

"Hmm..." chorused the others in agreement, all eyes fixed on the bike, each boy immensely impressed by the machine!

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

Uff, kya swag, kya swagger !

Bike toh mast thaa, no doubt, but unmindful of the bike one pair of wide, enchanted eyes remained glued on the rider -- pata nahi kyu, pata nahi kis liye, par ek ajeeb saa phadkan, jism me ek anjaan sansanii daud pada thaa -- aur dil , aankh , dekhtaa hii reh gayaa... he went on staring even after the youth was long gone - nahi, bike nahi, uss gaye zil-e jamiil ko!

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

"Kaha khoya huya hain?" questioned another.

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

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

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

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

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

Uff, uska wo mardana andaz, wo zaalim adaa... maano wo ek jhalak, wo kar diiyaa thaa janaab ko, paagal huyaa jaa rahaa thaa bechaaraa!

Ek aag sii lagii huyi thii seene me, purey jism me ek ajeeb sansanii daur pada thaa, dil bechaen huyaa jaa rahaa thaa... aur ek 'ajab khvaahish lahr ki tarhaa badan me umbhar rahaa thaa... zer-e naaf raanon ke darmiiyaan sholaa bhadak rahaa thaa... lund khezii amal thaa, bilkul tanaa huyaa, throbbing and flexing with furious urgency!

Yun toh he had had many erections over the past couple years, and he had caressed and petted his throbbing hard cock numerous time... had even rubbed himself against the bolster, the mattress, extracting sexual contentment by that simple, innocent act -- bistar aur takiye pe khada lund ragadte huye ek suroor saa haasiil kar letaa thaa,

agarchealthough, though

, kabhi bhi

ehtilaamemission of the seminal fluid: ejaculation

nahi huyaa thaa ab tak, par haan, jinsi lutf zaroor haasiil ho-jaataa thaa.

In fact, it could be said that he didn't know how to masturbate... jerk off in the real sense -- kabhi seekhaa hii nahi thaa!

Par uss raat, zindagii me peheli baar, ke giraft hotaa jaa rahaa thaa... ek , ek jinsi talab sataye jaa rahaa thaa. For the first time in his young life he was experiencing such strong, such intense desire!

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

Hai re , bin tajurbae ke, bin hunar ke, uss raat, pehli baar, ne seekhaa hii diyaa!

Whoa, what an amazing feeling it was for him, his first jerk-off... what a mind-boggling sensation... and he was soon gasping for air, his heart slamming wildly as his body carried him to the crest... engulfing him in waves upon waves of intense pleasure, making his whole body twitch and jerk and spasm... his torso arching high as the pleasure roared at him, before finally tipping him over the top... his cock exploding with ground-shattering ferocity, spewing boiling hot lava as he shot his young life's first teen load high into the air!

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

me tar-batar, pada rahaa, - listless and silent, drenched in his own copious cum. It took him a long while to regain his breath and gather his senses before finally realising what had just happened - amazed and thrilled, but utterly exhausted to do anything to mark the massive milestone!

Bas uss raat ke baad ek bechaenii hameshaa laga rehetaa, ek ajeeb sii betaabii... kisi bhi kaam me man nahi lagtaa -- naa ghar me, naa khel-kuud me, aur naa hii rafaaqat me... even the brand new smartphone held no fascination!

Dil-o-dimaagh me bas saara dinn chhaayaa huyaa ussi kaa khayaal... mashq-e-tasavvur me unhii kaa saraab, aur zehn musalsal unkaa hii fikr me ... unhii kaa liye ... aur me bhii ussi kaa chehraa -- naa jaagne detaa, aur naa hii sone detaa!

Aur lund kaa toh poocho matt, unkaa khayaal aate hii me bilkul garam... tanaa huyaa - engorged and rigid - leaving him red-faced and embarrassed... also, totally confused.

He didn't know what was happening -- why did the sight, the very thought of that youth set his heart aflutter, his whole body atingle, and his cock rock hard ?

He didn't understand any of it... but one thing he was very certain of, absolutely sure - he wanted to catch another glimpse of that youth, see him again... and again... AND again!

Issi soch me betaab, dil aur nigaahen be-qaraar liye dinn-bhar cycle pe uss ghar ke gasht lagataa phirta, liye ghanton bitaata ussi makaan ke ird-gird... mushtaaq dil me ek aas, ek ummeed: shaayad phir se dikh jayee, phir ho jaaye uss dilkash javaan kaa deedar!

Agar bike naa dikhaa toh bechaenii bad jaati... bekas... bebas, raah pe , tanhaa baithaa rehtaa jalvon kii aas liye; aur agar bike dikhe, toh khada rehtaa yehi ummeed liye ke woh baahaaar aaye... yaa khidkii me ek halkii sii jhalak, ek jhapkii dey jaaye...

Aur jab bikharte huye woh bike pe baithaa aa jaataa... yaa, 'gar me nazar aataa, toh bas, machalte kaa be-qaaboo dhadak ke saath cheheraa roushan-e maah'vash, aur shehvat se lund bhi full attention!

Uff, uska woh jamaal... woh , maano kaadi dhoop me sat-rangii ubhrey hon!

Chand hii roz huyaa thaa, pura hafta bhii nahi, par deevaana banaa diyaa thaa uss bike-wale ne... sote-jaagte bas ek hii khayaal, ek hii fikar; dinn-baa-dinn junoon sawaar hotaa jaa rahaa thaa... baarhaa milne kaa ek betaahashaa pyaas, ek ...

, larazte seene me betaab dil kaa woh dhadkan samete, , qalb pareshaan aur nazar udaas, uss begaane ... uss kaa be-sabrii se intizaar dekhtaa...

Naa dekhen toh khalish, aur dekhen toh khalish!

maartaa huyaa woh badan me ek dahaktaa, bhadaktaa aag lagaa jaata... purey jism me kaa toofaan uthaa detaa... aur kaa chaah jagaa jataa!

Ab toh fitratii taur pe shahoot-parast banta jaa rahaa thaa... akelaa, khalvat me, kaa aadat saa pad gaya thaa, daily raat ussi ko sochte huye letaa... waise bhi, khada liye aur kartaa bhi kyaa bechaara?!

Par ab ye mukhtasar lamhon kaa mulaaqaatein, ye pal-bhar kaa jhalak, ye jhapkiiaan, simply wasn't enough anymore, and he wanted more, much more...

Ye be-qaraar dil kaa ghair-mohtaat dhadaknaa, ye yaas-e bad-haal ab aur achchaa nahi lag rahaa thaa. Sabr-o-karaar ab huduud paar ho chukaa thaa... ab toh bas kaise bhii koi taqriib-e-mulaaqaat chaahiye thaa... ek tarkiib... ek tajviiz...

Ab toh aankhon se aankhen chaar karna thaa, unke saath time spend karna thaa... be alone with that unknown stranger, the stealer of his young, innocent heart... his peace-of-mind!

But what?     How?

Becharaa pareshaan thaa, maraa jaa raha thaa... phir ooper se zaalim kaa wo - ek sitam, sau aadaen!

Hai-re bholpan, hai-re alhadd-pan, hai ye saadgii -- par nadaani me jo bhii fahmii thaa, jo bhii samajh thaa, usse yeh maaloom nahi thaa ki woh bike-wala bhi usse notice kiyaa thaa - haan, on that very first day - aur tabhii se uska nazar bhii thaa... eyeing and observing... keeping a close watch...

Ek : deliciously cute, disarmingly naive; ek : divinely delicate -- usse toh kisi haal me bhi haasil karna thaa!

Suurkh labon kaa wo larzish, wo halka saa thar-tharaanaa... wo ... and those fluttering dark, long-lashed eyes, jaise ... wo ... uff, jaise qayaamat kaa paighaam!

Aur wo , qatil adaa... jhukaa-jhukaa ke wo nazar churaana, nigaah miley toh jhenp jaana... uff, har lahza ... har ghamza payaam-e qazaa!

Curious to see him constantly hanging out near the house -- morning, evening, and even in the heat of the summer's afternoon -- just standing there, doing nothing... wondering... aur phir yuhi ek late afternoon, ( exactly two weeks after his move to the house ), on an impulse, he winked at the boy as he got off the bike...

The boy instantly went a fire-engine red, and remained rooted to the spot, staring back, unblinking and jaws agape -- and at that moment he knew what the kid wanted!

Out of sheer badass playfulness, giving a crooked grin he leaned close and whispered, "Munh bandh kar lo, nahi toh makkhi chalii jayegii andar!"

The jaws snapped shut as the boy literally jerked out of his stupor, and was gone in an eye's blink... leaving him chuckling softly as he sauntered into the house...

Haap raha thaa becharaa jab apna room me dakhil huyaa... kaanp rahaa thaa pooraa, his heart slamming like crazy -- he simply couldn't believe what had just happened!

Waise toh usse dekhte hi dimagh ho jaataa thaa, aur dil kaa dhakan tez... par aaj toh the guy winked at him... and even spoke! - [ Though the words never really registered, and he didn't even understand a thing ! ]

Ek pal ke liye toh saadaapan me yeh soch baitha kii shaayad ho, par muskuraate huye jab baat chheda, toh us-se aur raha nahii gaya... bas, bhaagaa waha se!!!

Oh, he simply couldn't get the image out of his head -- that impish curl of those sexy, full lips, the twinkle in those hazel eyes... wo mote-mote honthon kaa tiirchii muskaan, wo pale-brown kanchi aankhon me chamakh -- and, the spine-tingling sound of that husky baritone!

Aur wo mardana khusboo... uff-uff... janaab-e 'aalii kaa toh hosh-o-havaas sab udd chukaa thaa! Khushii kya, woh toh paagal huyaa jaa rahaa thaa!

Aur tabhi, suddenly, it was upon him -- unannounced and uninvited -- his knees buckling as they gave way and he stumbled, quickly grabbing his study-table for support as an unbearably fierce tingle engulfed his whole being, making his body shudder, his stomach scrunch... and through a heavy fog his benumbed brain registered the orgasm, making him aware of the event -- he was actually ejaculating in his pants without even having to touch himself... without even being aware that he already had an erection!!!

It was the most intense orgasm of his entire young life... the most powerful climax he had ever achieved over the past couple week (since he'd started masturabting), and it left him drained, depleted and numb... his fingers relinquishing their hold on the table as he crumpled to the floor, panting...

Then suddenly, everything changed the very next morning...

The old couple was much loved in the neighbourhood... and everyone was happy to help and assist them in whatever little way possible -- run errands, accompany them if required (doctor, bank, etc.), send over some delicacy during festivals, or some seasonal special.

And that morning his mom asked him to go over and give them the fresh batch of aam-kaa-achaar that she had prepared...

"It's ready, and has come out perfect!" she added with evident pride.

He had done it a hundred times before - kabhi achaar, kabhi desserts, kabhi kuch toh kabhi kuch; but that morning his heart slammed at his mother's words - he'd be going to that house, entering it for the first time since that new tenant had arrived, and it set off all sorts of thoughts and emotions in his young mind and heart... and it also made his cock twitch and tingle -- what with the event of the previous evening still fresh ( and the briefs, which he had hurriedly washed in the bathroom, still wet )!

"Arre, beta, thank you so much!" the lady cried out with joy as he handed her the bottle, "You're mom's such a darling!"

He smiled sweetly and was about to leave when she called after him, "Beta, could you please go upstairs and check if he's in... oh, have you met our new tenant, huh? Nice boy, yehi college me padhta hain, second year. He's alone now, the other two boys will join him after they return from home, you know, just before college reopens."

"If he's there please ask him to come down," she added, uncapping the lid and taking a deep whiff, "Hmm... smells yummy! He just mentioned the other day that he loves aam-kaa-achaar, so wanted to tell him he can have some!"

Ab chhotu ke paas aur kya chaara thaa, silently he went up the stairs -- he knew the house, had been up too, knew the layout -- and as he reached the landing he saw his dream-guy walk out of the bathroom... fresh from the shower, wrapped in just a towel!

Awesome built, and subtly toned, the guy was spotless and smooth... the skin taut and translucent... literally glowing as tiny, stray droplets of water that still clung to him sparkled as they caught the beam of sunlight slanting in through the open window nearby!

Closing the bathroon door he ran the fingers of his left hand through his hair before shaking his head, sending the slightly longish hair flying out in a tantalising arc, spraying a fine mist of water everywhere...

For a moment the boy thought he had died and gone to heaven... warna, aisa haseen manzaar bhi yaha hota kya?!

"Arre, aap?" the youth smiled, pausing as he spotted the boy near the stairs... and as he remained silent and unmoving, staring back wide-eyed, added with a mischievious grin, "Kuch kehenaa thaa mujh se..." before dropping his voice a tad and lowering his eyes down his torso as he whispered, "yaa phir mujhe dekhna hain, huh?"

"Beta..." came the lady's voice floating up the stairs as soon as she heard him, "aap ghar pe hon? Aa jaao neeche, dekho, aam-kaa-achaar!"

"Ji, abhi aayaa!" he called back, before looking at the boy once more, "Mere liye laaye hon? Tumhe kaise pata chalaa mujhe pasand hain, huh?"

Janaab toh wahi-kaa-wahi khada rahaa... silent, frozen... going on staring...

"Chalen aao andar..." the youth said turning away and heading for his room, "let me put on some clothes, and then we can go down together."

And as chhotu watched, he saw the youth pull off the towel just as he entered the room... offering him a fleeting glimpse of his mesmerising naked butt!

He tottered, almost losing his balance, quickly grabbing the balustrade for support, steadying himself.... and then spinning around ran down the stairs at top speed, and right out of the house as if chased by the devil himself!

"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 , wo , 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!

The boy just stood there, immobile, literally shivering in the middle of a summer's day... silently praying he'd be spared further embarrassment and shame... dreading as he wondered if he'd have another orgasm right there in middle of the street, his adolescent cock simply spewing out his bubbling teen cum right there in open public? -- for he could feel the fierce rigidity in his pants, sense the urgent tingling as it pulsed and twitched -- liye jo khadaa thaa sar-e-bazaar, khule-'aam... oh, he could do without any further disgrace!

Larazte seene me woh tez dhadkanon kaa mauj... ek anokhaa , 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 , thoda ... 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 clmbed 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 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 ... 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... khada rahaa dekhte huye -- wo , wo 'alaamat-e-mardii -- , 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 , his tender pink boy-nipples... usska wo mehkii, garam saansen, wo nashaa-taarii madh-bharii nigahen... wo larazte nam honth, jaise , 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!

Dono hii be-qaaboo huye jaa rahaa thaa... ab toh naa zameen thii, naa aasmaan, aur naa hii hosh... sirf woh kamra thaa aur ... 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, 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.

If the boy was becharmed by the youth's immensely fat, weirdly curved penis, then the older teen now looked stunned at the sight of the naked boy-butt!

Oh, what a glorious pair of buttocks the boy had... naa toh dekhaa thaa aisaa , aur naa hii vahm-o-gumaan me sochaa thaa kabhii!

Chaaha bharii nigahon se dekhte huye sehelaataa gayaa, lovingly stroking and caressing the silken globes, both hands kneading the soft flesh mounds... pe ungliiyaa phertaa gayaa...

"Kyaa gaand paayii hain, yaar!" he finally exclaimed dragging his fingers along the crack, "Ye aaj mujhe de-de!"

Bechaara aab-aab ho gayaa, laalaa-rukh... moaning softly as his hips swayed high, seeking out the magical touch... and as he felt the older boy tug his cheeks apart, peering in... he cried out with an unknown desire, pushing back, taang phailaate huye!

Hairat ke saans bharte huye chaukhtaa reh gayaa uss , dekh karr -- chhotaa saa, tight, bilkul gulaabii! Bas aaj toh iss gaand ko apna banaa-naa hii thaa... apna thaa!

Holding the cheeks spread wide he ground his face in with a sigh, his lips puckering as he sucked at the tiny opening, his tongue lashing out!

The boy groaned, wailing as he grabbed the pillow with both hands, his ass swaying high... the legs spreading even further... simply driven out of his young mind at the incredible pleasure roaring at him!

Choosne kaa, choomne kaa wo avaaz... dilon kaa wo tez dhadkan, unke garam saanson kaa mas-masaahatt... wo ghair mohtaat siskiiyaan... kamre me chaar-su goonj rahaa thaa...

Ek madhoshi kaa aalam chhaaya huya thaa, mai-e nafsii jo pee rakhkhaa thaa dono... zabton se be-niaaz, dono hi ab be-qaboo thaa... dono hii diivaanaa huye jaa rahaa thaa... ek ke maaraa, toh doosraa hawaye nafs kaa!

Haijaan urooj pe thaa, be-sabri ka aalam badtaa jaa rahaa thaa... aur jab jinsi hijaan intihaaii tak pohunchaa toh ladka uthaa, quickly mounting the boy... pushing his legs further apart with his knees and taking his crazed cock in a firm grip aligned it to the quivering little boy-hole...

Aadaab-e shobat me maahir thaa launda, chhote hii umar se kaafii ladkon kaa gaand maar chukaa thaa, seal todaa thaa, bas, se lathpath pe apna lund set karte huye dheere se dabao daala... gently rocking his hips, coaxing and cajoling the virgin anus to relent and let him in...

Bechaara, wo be-tajurbaa kamsiin gaand kaa kab bas chalnaa uss puraane, kkhurraant khilaadii ke aage, dekhte hii dekhte khul gayii, aur tana lund kaa siiraa garam gaand ke aaghosh me samaa gayaa!

The boy threw back his head and wailed, but the older teen grabbed a fistful of his hair and plastered his mouth over the twink's, shutting his screams as he shoved in, hilting himself!

Bas, ab baaki thaa toh , aur ho gayaa shuru -- naked flesh slapping noisily against naked flesh as the powerful hips rose and fell in unbroken rhythm driving the fat, curved cock deep into the gripping folds of the sizzling boy rectum... rubbing the quivering inner membranes as it stretched the virgin passage wide... nudging the swollen prostate mercilessly, driving the boy wild!