Baat tab ki hai jab mein ek bahut hi “wanna bhi teenager tha. Mujhe yaad hai 2011 was the year when my parents were on their way to get divorced. Like any constantly fighting parents, they really didn’t care where I was and what I was doing. I was out all night and no one ever bother to ask questions. Apne 20s mein enter karne se pehle maine socha kyun na apne teens ki yaad mein kuchh kiya jaye. Maine mom ko bola ke main apni outer forearm pe tattoo banwana chahta hoon. I think she didn’t even hear me properly and handed me over money for it.
After looking out for designs on the internet for almost a week, I selected one cool Chinese hymn and decided on font size and everything. Apne friend ko lekar mein Gurgaon ke best tattoo parlor mein pahuncha. This was Saturday afternoon so parlor was comparatively less crowded. I was assigned a tattoo artist, his name-tag said – Gautam.
Gautam was a hot-looking, bearded, tattooed hunk. About 6 in height, he had wide, bulked gym-trained body. He had huge biceps and the t-shirt, he was wearing that day, was doing a bad job at holding two full halves of his chest together. The whole sexy ambiance of the parlor and a this guy’s hard-rock chest had me excited. I slowly started to get an erection.
Tattoo ka dard na jane kab Gautam ko jhuki aankho se chori chhupke dekhne mein guzar gaya. As expected he did a great job. He instructed me to save it from dust, water and sweat, and gave me lube to apply on that. Usne mujhe apna card diya so that I could contact him in case of skin emergency. Kisi tattoo artist ka after-care ki queries handle karne ke liye aisa card dena unusual nahi tha, magar meri dimag mein bas weird fantasies ghoom rahi thi.
Do din beete. Mera tattoo theek thak thang se heal kar raha tha. Summer break the to mujhe ghar mein chill karne ke alawa koi kam bhi nahi tha. Gym ki bhi chhuti maine last do din se kar rakhi thi. Well, hile, I was giving my shirt to laundry, I took the card out. Aur kuchh hi minutes mein mera chehra khil utha. Mujhe ek shararat jo soojh rahi thi.
I called Gautam and said that my tattoo is peeling off as I hit gym in the morning.
“Dude, maine bola than a tumko. Gym hit mat karna 2 weeks tak. Sweating ki wajah se kuchh na kuchh hua hoga,” Gautam sounded upset.
“I scratched it too,” I tried not laughing as I was telling him a plain lie.
“Gautam, ab kya karoo?”
“I think doctor ko dikhana padega. But, lemme take a look first. I am reaching parlor in an hour. Tum pahucho wahan.”
“Gautam, tum ghar nahi aa sakte na. I am scared,” I pretended to cry on phone.
“Arey! Please don’t cry. Text me your address. Mein aata hoon abhi.”
Phone disconnect hua. Mujhe yaqeen nahi hua ke Gautam itna asani se ghar aane ko man gaya. Mein thoda ghabraya kyunki problem to mere tattoo mein kuchh thi nahi. Before, I could think anything, the bell rang. Thankfully, there was nobody at home at the moment, not even our maid. Maine door khola.
“Dikhao, kya hua,” he asked me as he entered.
“Tumhein hole hi to chahiye na? Fu*k me,” I was aghast at the first statement I threw up in the air.
“What?” Gautam didn’t understand what I said.
“I promise you to give you the best orgasm of your life. Try me,” I could be this forthcoming even I didn’t know this.
He stood there completely shocked while I took helmet from his hand. Dheere se maine uske kan mein fusfusaya, “Maza na aaye to 2000 Rs doonga.
Gautam started sweating with excitement and his nipples started getting visible from that super-think red t-shirt. He saw me checking them out. The outline of his erection was now clearly visible too. I would keep looking at his erection occasionally. I reluctantly told him that I have never seen anything like this. “Uper se itna bada dikh raha hai to na jane andar kaisa hoga,” maine besharmi ki saari hadien par kar di thi.
He should have at least acted surprised, but he got too excited at this moment. His erect nipple was now poking out of his t-shirt. I hugged him from behind and placed my hands onto his chest. I inserted my finger in his t-shirt. Mujhe laga Gautam palat kar mujhe ek zorr se thappad marne wala hai. Magar, hua bilkul opposite. “Let’s fix it for 2500 Rs,” he whispered in my ear. “Anything for you my here!” maine hanste hue bola. Soon, he put his hands into my shirt and was now feeling my chest. He reached my nipple and pinched it. He gave me a hard bite on my upper back and we both started losing control. We were way too horny now.
Hum jaldi se bed pe chaddhe aur ek doosre ko paglo ki tarah kiss karne lage. I was biting his lips. Seems like his inner sex demon was now out too as he pushed his tongue into mine. Our saliva was dripping down our faces. Koshish thi ek doosre ke munh ki gehraiyo tak jane ki. As we reached the bed I pushed him onto the bed and climbed slowly on top of him. I removed my shirt and he started kissing my nipples. I was now lying on the bed naked and asked him to fuck me. He placed his d*ck onto my hole and started rubbing it. Kisi ki parwah kiye bina, I was moaning loudly.
I started clawing his back and bit his chest, leaving marks all over his body. He kept it slow in the beginning, but couldn’t resist going fast. With one hard push, he entered me. I screamed loudly and looked at him. In eyes, he asked for my approval. I nodded. He was now fucking me with long hard strokes and with each stoke he could feel my screams. Soon, we both started enjoying it. He kept fu*king me. After a good 30 minutes, I shouted that I was going to cum. To make the most of our mutual excitement, ab usne apni speed badha di thi. Meri ass is waqt jal ke garam tawa ho gayi thi!
Now, I was moaning louder. My body stiffened before I released some cum. With a few more stokes, he left his MAN-JUICE inside me too. The amount of cum was that much that I sucked the energy out of his. He collapsed next to me.
After 10 minutes, he got up and saw his cum marks all over my body. Maine use 2500 Rs diye and he left. Sham ko I received his text. It said – “Next time ke 3000 Rs dena kyunki tumhari ass bahut tight hai. Bahut mehnat lagti hai!” I couldn’t help but giggle like a kid at the moment.