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95.EK HASEEN SAPNA | hindi.gay.stories1


95.EK HASEEN SAPNA
 Ek haseen sapna


Main bees saal ka tha jab maine pehli baar hotel mein bell boy ki
naukri pakdi thi. Main Goa se Bombay settle hone aaya tha aur tab jo
naukri mili use lekar main karna chahta tha. Isliye bell boy jaisi
naukri bhi main kar raha tha. Magar raahat is baat mein thi ki hotel
ek five-star tha aur vahaan celebrities ki kami nahin thi.

Naukri ka doosra mahina tha. Ek din manager ne ham sab bell boys ko
bulaya aur kaha, “Dekho, yeh weekend bahut busy aur important hai
hamare liye. Ek famous filmstar yahaan rahne aa raha hai. Weekend ke
liye. Usko poora satisfaction milna chahiye. No complaint.” Hum bell
boys mein sabse senior tha Ali. Voh bola, “Okay sir. Lekin kaun hai
voh?” “Hai koyi,” manager bola. “Ab naam nahin bataunga. Lekin agar
koyi galti huyi, to sabki chaddi utarvakar gaand pe laat maarunga.”

Raat ko hamare quarters mein Ali mere paas aaya. Usne mujhe daaru ka
ek peg lagakar diya. Maine liya aur bola, “Ali yaar, bahut bada murga
lagta hai koyi, hai na?” Ali ne kaha, “Chhod yaar Aman, kitna bhi bada
kyun na ho? Nikla to chut se hi hoga na? Chutiya hi hoga saala. Dekh
lenge!”

Us Friday ko bahut chahal pahal thi. Sabne best uniforms pehne the.
Hamare uniforms ajeeb the. White shirts and blue jeans. Mere shirt par
ek chota sa daag tha, jise manager ne dekha tha aur usne mujhe shirt
badalva bhi li thi. Khair, jab maine evening 7 baje duty par report
kiya, to mahaul bahut shaant tha. Fourth floor par mera station tha.
Main vahaan gaya to Ali mujhe trolley leta aa raha dikha. “Kya baat
hai Ali?” maine poocha. “Shh!” Ali bola. “Aa gaya hai. Shor mat kar.”
“Magar hai kaun?” maine besabri se poocha. “Poochta kya hai?” Ali ne
kaha, “Ye trolley andar lekar jaa. Khud hi dekh lena.” Mujhe trolley
dekar Ali chala gaya.

Maine room number 405 par knock kiya. Andar se “Hmm” karke ek aawaaz
aayi. Dhadakte man se main andar ghusa. Jo dekha usse to mera dil tham
hi gaya. Main bas yunhi khada reh gaya vahaan, na jaane kitne minute.
Shaayad main marker swarg mein pahunch gaya tha. Kyunki us room mein
ek tight fitting white T-shirt aur jeans shorts pahenkar sofa par
baitha tha… John Abraham!!!

“Aao,” voh bola, “Daro mat.” Main dheere se aage badha. “Sir,” maine
kaha, “aapka starters.” John vahin baitha raha aur mujhe trolley uske
paas le aane ka ishara kiya. Usne mujhe Rs. 500 ka tip diya. Main
jaane hi wala tha ki usne kaha, “Ek minute, naam kya hai tumhara?”
Main to us pal mein mera naam hi bhool gaya tha. “Aman,” maine phir
kaha. “Achcha Aman, idhar aao, baitho.” Usne mujhe uske saamne wali
seat offer ki par main sankoch kar raha tha. “Baith yaar, ghabra mat,”
usne kaha. Uski is casualness se maine darna band kiya aur jaakar
baitha. “Mujhe jaanta hai?” usne mujhse poocha. Maine smile kiya aur
kaha, “Aapko kaun nahin jaanta hai, sir? Aap to hum sab ke hero ho.”
John ne kaha, “Haan, lekin ye hotel management ke sath mera condition
hai ki mera ye stay secret rakha jaye. Mujhe is weekend koyi kaam
nahin karna hai. Sab ko pata chalta hai to chale, magar Monday se
pehle nahin. Samjha?” Maine sar hilaya.

“Achcha, ab important baat,” John ne kaha. Usne apni taangen aur
phaila di aur pehli baar maine uske shorts mein uske laude ka bulge
dekha. John kehta gaya, “Mere relaxation ka koyi prabandh hai yahaan?”
“Haan sir,” maine kaha, “Ye hotel bahut comfortable hai.” “Abey voh
nahin, chutye,” John hansa. “Main iski baat kar raha tha.” Usne apni
naak par ek ungli rakhkar ishaara kiya. Main to uska lauda hi dekh
raha tha. Definitely, ye baat karte hue John Abraham ka lund khada ho
raha tha. John ne mujhe dekh liya. Usne dheere se apna haath apne
laude par rakha aur kaha, “Kya dekh raha hai be? Pasand aa gaya kya?”
Ab to uski chaddi mein tent ban gaya tha. Main dar gaya. Maine pehle
kabhi kisi ka lund nahin dekha tha, aur ye to John Abraham ka tha.
Main uthkar seedhe room ke baahar bhagne laga. John utha aur usne
mujhe pakad liya. “Lund dekhke dar gaya, saale?” usne kaha, “Bahut
achchi lagi mujhe teri ye ada. Ab to main tera hi game bajaunga. Agar
maje lene hai to raat ka khana lekar tu hi aana.” Main apne aap ko
usse chudakar bhaag aaya.

Kuch der baad mujhe Ali mila. Usne mujhe dare hue dekha aur poocha,
“Kya hua be? Itna dara kyun hai?” Maine use saari baat bata di. Ali
hansa, “Tu ek number ka chutya hai be. Tera kuch nahin hone wala hai.
Tu jaa Goa waapas.” Maine poocha, “Kya matlab?” Ali bola, “Abey
behnchod, agar John mujhe poochta na, main to use jo chahe karne deta.
Uska lund mere munh mein, gaand mein leta, jidhar voh chahe. Arey,
akhir voh John hai John! Uska dil kiya na, to tu kya se kya ban sakta
hai. Chutye, le le ye chance. Tu pregnant thodi na ho jayega!”

Maine soch liya. Ali sahi bol raha tha. Aur John mujhe bhi bahut sexy
laga hi tha. Raat ki trolley lekar main jaane laga to Ali ne mujhe
aankh maari. Mere paas aakar bola, “Mujhe batana kya kya hua. Nahin
to, aisa karte hai, main tujhse replay hi karvaunga!” “Kya bola?”
maine poocha. “Dar mat. Andar jaa. Raat ko mil.” Usne dheere se mera
lund dabaya. Main chudakar chala gaya.

Is baar to John aur bhi qayamat dhaa raha tha. Usne apna T-shirt utaar
diya tha aura b voh sirf shorts mein tha. “Aa gaya, behnchod?” usne
mujhe dekhte hi poocha. “Aakhir John ke lund ko kaun naa bol sakta
hai?” Main kuch bola nahin. John mere paas aaya. Usne mere baal pakad
liye, mera sar peeche kiya aur apne honth mere honthon par rakh liya.
Bilkul filmi style mein usne mujhe French kiss kiya. Maine resist
kiya, par uske biceps mein voh taaqat thi ki main kuch nahin kar saka.
Usne bola, “Mujhe gaali de.” Main bola, “Kya?” “De bola na…” usne
kaha. Maine darte hue kaha, “Madarchod!” John hansa. “Waah! Kya style
hai. Aur bol…” “Bhosdi ke,” main bola… “bahen ka lauda saala, behnchod
John!” John ne mujhe apni baahon mein bhar liya. “Great, meri jaan!
Idhar aa ja.” Usne mera shirt utaara aur mujhe sofa par le aaya. Woh
apni taangen phaila kar baith gaya aur mujhe kehne laga, “Neeche baith
ja aur mera choos.” “Nahin John,” maine kaha, “Ye mujhse mat karva.”
John utha aur usne mujhe ek thappad lagaya. Mera gaal jalne laga.
“Saale, randi ki aulad,” usne mujhe kaha, “Apne aap ko samajhta kya
hai? John Abraham tujhse kuch karne ko kehta hai aur tu mana karta
hai?” Main ab baith gaya aur uske lund ko chaddi mein se hi ek kiss
kiya. Usne apni taangen aur phaila li. Mujhe bhi ab achcha lagne laga.
Mere kisses badh gaye. “Chutye, tub hi kamala hai,” John ne pyaar se
kaha. “Mazaa to aa raha hai, magar pehle nakre karega!” “Sorry John,”
maine kaha aur uski zip khol di.

Uska lauda kam se kam 8 inch ka tha. Bilkul uske skin ke hi colour ka
aur bahut hi mota. Main paagal ki tarah use 10 minute tak chooste
raha. John thrust kar kar ke mera munh chod raha tha. Phir usne mujhe
khade hone ko kaha. Meri jeans utaari. Mere lund ko dekha. “Tera lauda
bhi mazedaar hai, yaar. Main bhi ise loonga. Magar baadmein.”

Phir usne mujhe table par ulta litaya. Koyi cream meri gaand mein
daali. Mujhe dar aur aakarshan donon lag raha tha. Utne mein usne ek
jor ka dhakka dekar meri gaand maarna shuru ki. Dard ke mare main
chilla raha tha magar khush bhi tha. Kareeb paanch minute mein uska
ras mere gaand pe aa gaya.

“Bahut maza aaya,” usne kaha. “Lekin main itna bhi madarchod nahin
hoon. Aa jaa.” Usne mera lauda apne haath mein liya aur hilaane laga.
Main soch bhi nahin sakta tha ki ek din John Abraham meri muth marega.
Phir usne mere lund ko kiss kiya. Aur dheere dheere choosne laga. Main
bolne laga, “Choos chutye John, madarchod, choos mera lauda!” John
choosa aur kuch hi der mein uski poori India mein famous chaati par
main meri boondein tapka di.

John ne poore weekend mein chheh baar meri gaand maari. Jaate jaate
usne mujhe Rs. 10000 diye. Usne mera number bhi liya, magar kabhi
bulaya nahin. Ab to main use sirf movies mein dekhta hoon aur jab voh
heroinon ke saath romance karta hai to hansta hoon.

Is beech Ali ne bhi teen baar meri maari. John to gaya, par Ali mera
saathi ab bhi hai. Koyi bhi ye nahin maanega ki John ne mera
kunwarapan khola tha. Main bhi vishwaas nahin karta, agar Ali mujhe
baar baar na kehte rehta. Mano voh weekend ek haseen sapna tha!!!





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