Baat tab ki hai jab kuch 18 saal ka tha. Bachpan se hi humare ghar mein ek cook – Shiv – kaam karta tha. Mai literally uske hah ka khana kha ke bada hua as my mother was working as a teacher and father was hardly at home due to his posting in Indian army, in Kashmir. Main bachpan se hi unhe Shiv uncle bulata tha. So you can tell how important he was to me like any other member of our family.
Kuchh dino baad Shiv uncle ko kidney stone ki problem hui. My mother recommended him to take a break from work taki wo operation ke baad thoda aram kar sakien. Shiv uncle ne bola ke wo apni jagah apne bhanje ko bhej denge. Mom agreed. Agle din ghar mein Nakul ki entry hui. Nakul, Shiv uncle ki bahen ka beta tha. Age kareeb 20-21 ki hogi. Kareeb 5’6-5’7 height thi uski.
Nakul dheere dheere gahr ke mauhal mein dhal gaya. Wo abhi B Com third year ke exam de raha tha aur khana banane mein usko bilkul bhi interest nahi tha. At least that’s what he told me. And, to my surprise, he was too good looking for being a cook. He wore ironed clothes and was super particular about personal hygiene. Plus, he never smelled like food unlike Shiv Uncle.
Since I was the only child, ghar pe the main, mom, aur Nakul, jo roz subha 9 baje aata aur shaam ko 7 baje jaata. During weekdays, day time, mom used to go to her college, while I used to have my room for preparing for CAT exam at home. Magar hota to kuchh aur hi tha – Main TV pe, mom college mein, aur Nakul kitchen mein. Kareeb 2 baje tak sara ghar ka kaam nipta ke Nakul lobby mein baith jaata. Days passed aur hum dono weekdays mein ek sath hi lunch karne lage. Main aur Nakul roz baat cheet karne lage. Woh mere college ke baare mein pucchta ya fir TV pe saath drawing room mein WWF dekhta. Ab hum kafi frank ho chuke the.
Ek din afternoon mein hum dono TV dekh rahe the. Suddenly, Ranvir Singh appeared on TV, absolutely shitless in a song from Ramleela. I got hard in my pants. Kisi tarha maine apne erection ko chhupane ki koshish kari, par aakhir mein uth ke bathroom hi bhagna pada. Maine jaldi se pant pehni, flush kiya, hath dhoye aur bahar aa gaya. Jab tak main lauta, Nakul kitchen mai bapas ja chukka tha.
Raat hui. Mom dinner kha kar so gayi. Par mujhe neend nahi aayi. Aakhen band karne par bas Nakul ki bubble ass mere samne aane lagi. Main bhi hairan tha key yeh sab achanak kyun ho raha hai.
Next day, I waited for 2 PM to strike the clock. I was keen to know instead of Ranvir Singh why was I thinking of Nakul’s ass last night. After lunch, main aur Nakul TV dekhne lage. Na woh kuch bol rahi, na main. Pata nahi kya hua tha mujhe. “Kucch bolo Nakul! Kucch to bolo!” Bas yahi mere dimag mein ghum raha tha. 10-15 minutes ho gaye. Aur mera dimag fatne pe aa gaya. Fir, Nakul ne meri taraf dekha aur bahar chala gaya. He locked the main door and came back to me.
Usne mera hath pakda aur mujhe mere bathroom ki taraf le gaya. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” This is all I could say in my head.
He picked up the tissue that I used to unload my cum yesterday and asked me, “Yeh kya hai?”
“Kya, matlab?” Meri shakal pe barah baje the.
Dekho pagal mat samjho mujhe. Tum bhi jante ho aur main bhi janti hu ke yeh kya hai aur kiska hai,” Nakul ne mujhe dante hue kaha. Meri to sharam se gardan hi nahi uthi.
“Arey ladkiyo ki tarha kya mooh chhipa rahe ho. Upar dekho.” Maine sharmate hue apna chehra uthaya aur uski taraf dekha.
“Sharma kyu rahe ho? Waise bhi sab karte hai ye.” He said as if he was my therapist.
Usne meri taraf dekha aur meri aakhon mein aakhe dali. Mere nazdeek aaya aur mera hath apni chest pe rakh diya. He put his hand on my pants, under which I had my hardening c*ck. Not once did he break the eye contact.
“Maza aa raha hai? Bolo na. Fu*k karna chahte the na tum mujhe?” Nakul was being shameless now. What the fu*k!
“Ek minute ruko.” Usne jaldi jaldi se apne kapde utare aur mere room mein mujhe le aaya. Before Nakul could say anything I lost my sense. I arrested his lips in my mouth and made him breathless. I was smooching him as if I wanted to eat his rose, juicy lips. Since this was the first time I was making out with anybody, I didn’t know how to react and what to do.
“Aaj mujhe itna pyar karo ke kal mujhse chala bhi na jaye. Use karo mujhe aur kone mein fenk do ek use karke,” uff yeh Nakul kya bol raha tha itna tharki to mein bhi nahi tha. Par uske is comment se to mera tool itna sakht ho gaya ke meri pant hi fat jaati. Usne ye dekha aur ek dam se mere lips se apne lips hataye. Mujhe laga ke shayad maine kuch galti kar di hai. Nakul ab bed pe late gaya.
“Aao, mere upar aao,” usne mujhe apne uper baitha liya aur maine uske nipples pe apne lips se kabza jama liya. “Thora neeche!” Nakul directed me to put my virgin di*k in his pants. Instead, I started stroking my tool and started kissing him even more passionately.
Nakul undressed and rubbed my shaft on his hole. Soon, I entered him. Since it was my first time, I was feeling uncomfortable while going in and out.
“Han, mere chehre ko dekho.” Nakul ne meri attention apni taraf divert ki. Magr mujhe pata tha ke bas 20-30 stokes ke baad hi mera cum nikalne wala hai.
“Haa. Bas thoda aur.” Nakul wasn’t making it easy for me.
I was too close to losing it all. And, hearing all of this sexual commentary by Nakul could make me unload my juice in him. It happened and it happened within 2 minutes of me trying to hold it back.
Kuch der lambi lambi saasein lene ke baad Nakul hansne laga. Aur meri bhi nervous hassi nikal gayi. Hum dono bathroom ki taraf gaye and we showered together.
“Ab se roz ye karenge hum. Theek hai?” Maine smile karte hue haa kardi aur Nakul phir se hans pada.
Kuch panch minute ek doorse ko kiss karne ke baad we were back to watching WWE in the drawing room.