Baat mere engineering days ki hai. Summer holiday ka season aate hi hum sare hostellers apne ghar ko rawana ho jate the. Mein bhi unmai se ek hua karta tha. Classes khatam hue nahi ke hostel register me apna naam, address likh kar, saman pack karke hum sab nikal padte the stations ki taraf. Magar is baar ki baat alag thi. I decide not to hurry and stayed back for 1 more day after final exams. The reason was my junior from the same city, Dev, who used to call me “Bhaiya”. Since Dev didn’t have confirmed train booking, he requested me to cancel my reservation so we can travel from our college in Nainital to Lucknow in the same bus.
Though Dev was studying in different engineering stream, we used to stay in the same boys’ hostel. Main IT stream mai tha while he was studying Electronics-Communication engineering. I met him during a ragging session. I asked my friend not to rag him anymore which made Dev respect me like an elder brother and since then he started calling me BHAIYA.
Next day, shaam hote hi hum dono bus station ke liye rawana hue. Hone ko to Dev hamesha formals mein hi hota tha, but aaj wo ek torn jeans aur almost, see-through skin-tight top mein tha. Probably this was the first time when I noticed that he had wide and wild shoulders. Top itna skin tight tha ke uske nipples pop out hue ja rahe the. I suddenly felt something towards him that I never felt before – a lustful attraction.
Dev ab mujhe sirf sexy hi nahi, balki beautiful bhi lag raha tha. He had smile I could die for. Bus chadhte wakt jab Dev ki bubble ass mere samne padi, all I could say to myself was – “Control, Rishi, control! Bhul mat yeh tujhe BHAI bolta hai.”
Hum bus mein baithte hi baatien karne lage. Usne mujhe bataya ki uska uski school wali girlfriend se breakup ho gaya tha jab wo engineering college join kar raha tha. Kafi serious relationship tha dono ka! Usne apne smartphone ki gallery se un dono ki “happy couple” pics bhi dikhayi. Pics navigate karte hue meri nazar ek aise pic par padi jismai Dev shirtless tha. Pic ek photoshoot se thi jo Dev ne college mein aane se pehle karaya tha.
Maine, natak karte hue usse kaha – “Aee! Yeh to Photoshopped hai. Yeh physique kisi supermodel ki hai jispe tumne apna face laga diya hai.”
Dev – “Yeh main hi hu, bhaiya.”
Lekin main nahi mana. I could see him getting little upset over this. Khair, kuchh waqt baad humne snacks khaye aur apni seats ko recline karke sone lage. Par hum dono ko iski adat nahi thi. To Dev ne bus conductor se baat ki aur usne ek khali sleeper berth humare liye set kar di. Hum dono opposite side sar rakh ke so gaye.
Subah jab meri nind khuli to maine dekha Dev mujhse sat ke soya hua tha. Kyunki main gehri neend sota hun, isliye mujhe nahi pata chala ye kab hua. Adhi raat me Dev uthkar mere se sat kar let gaya hoga aur tabse lekar subah tak hum dono shayad ek dusre se chipak kar hi lete hue honge.
Mera ek hath Dev ke sar ke niche takiye ki tarah laga hua tha. Aur dusra hath uske top ke andar uske nange badan par tha. Maine dekha ke Dev gehri nind me soya hua hai. My co*k was drying to come out of my pants. In a moment of weakness, I got little naughty. Maine apni ram-road ko gently uski bubble ass pe ghisa. Shayad mere is activity ki wajah se Dev ko nind me sexy sapne aa rahe honge. Wo ab neend me hi apni ass mere tool se ragadne laga. My dick had turned into a stone by now.
Kuch der baad mujhe laga jaise mera cum nikalne hi wala hai. Isliye maine na chahte hue bhi apne apko Dev se dur kiya. Maine kuch der baad Dev ko uthaya. Ek ghante baad we entered Lucknow. Hum bus stop se utre aur ek auto reserve karke apne apne ghar pahunche mi taraf badhe. Dev ka ghar mujhse pehle aaya. Usne utarne se pehle punchha ki kya mein uske liye books arrange kar sakta hoon. Maine hami bhari
Ek hafte baad mere parents Banaras chale gaye. I called Dev to collect his books. He got to know that my parents are not in town so he said that he would come in the evening with evening breakfast. Shaam ko Dev ghar tiffin lekar aaya.
Main – “Pasta kyun laye? Pizza late to behtar hota. Mujhe pasta pasand nahi hai.”
“Ye pasta pasand ayega. Mujhe batao kitchen kahan hai. Main pasta me ek naya flavor daloonga,” Dev had a naughty grin on his face.
Maine use kitchen ka rasta dikhaya. Kuchh derr hui magar wo abhi tak laut ke nahi aaya. Main uske liye books stack karne laga taki wo easily unko apni bike pe easily carry kar sake. Achanak, mere kano mein ek awaaz padi – “Lo, dal diya maine Pasta mein flavor.” Dev mere samne khada tha wo bhi bina shirt ke. His body had perfect V-shape; something was too good to be real. He had little chest hair, which made him look even super masculine.
Dev – “Ab batao. kya wo pic photoshopped thi? Lag raha hai kisi supermodel ke body pe meri face chipki ho jaise? Ab believe ho raha hai ki wo pic 100% real thi?”
I couldn’t say anything. The very next moment he sat on the table and put Pasta on his chest. I comforted him the way I could. I asked him to go to the washroom and clean himself. But, something mischievous awakened within him. He asked me to eat pizza from his chest. I obeyed his order. After eating pizza, I ended up sucking his damn, well-rounded nipples.
We stood up and hugged each other. The hugging was initially soft, but soon his rough, gym-trained hands started gripping my soft-skinned body. Dekhte hi dekhte mein apna control khone laga. He unzipped me and started kissing me like a curious teenager. I started biting his lips.
The passion got so real that I almost passed out with wild moans. Kisi tarah maine apna hosh samhala. Mere hath ab uski chest pe the. Aur fir, hath chest ke deep center se hote hue seedhe uski pants tak pahunche. How could somebody’s tool be so wide and big?” Mere hosh se ud gaye. A monster had been unleashed. It was at least 8.5″ and in any case 5″ in girth. With trembling hands, I took his shaft in my hand. It was real indeed. Now, the task was sucking that monster.
He dipped his fingers in his saliva and placed it on my hole. Then he started fingering me like a pro. I was too horny that I had to kiss him, again and again, to stop myself from throwing my juice on floor. Finally, garm saanson ke beech wo ghadi bhi aa gayi. I sat on his RAMROD. The tip of his TOOL was itself too big that I couldn’t take it at all initially. But soon, I got used to moaning and crying like a baby. I wondered what experience made him become such a pro like that. By now, Dev’s right hand was on my chest, left hand on my ass.
We moved onto the wall. And, after 20 long minutes of plaguing there, I bent down and gave him BJ once more. He lifted me up and put his dick inside me and leaned me to the wall. He was pushing it so deep now. I was uttering words like, “Oh yeah! Dekho kitni Mardangi hai tujhmein,” “Body se kya hota hai, ab apna asli stamina dikhao.” These words were so turning him on that he had applied more force into the act now.
I was not on the planet anymore. I just started myself enjoying before I could feel something warm inside me – it was his cum, lots of it. It was the thickest cum that had me look at him with amaze. He did not leave me until I cleaned the amazing amount of TESTOSTERONE he still had on his tool.
Gahri saanso ke beech, we drenched ourselves in sweat. We kept kissing like control-freaks until Dev left back for his home. Since then, those 3 years of engineering never remained the same. We kept plowing each other and soon discovered that both of us were great versatile gays.