Just Mohabbat
🙥 Just Mohabbat 🙧
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"Arre... arre... ruk toh zaraa!" Pulkit ne Ibhaan kae peeche aate huye avaaz diyaa, "Kahaa bhaagaa jaa rahaa hain yaar?!"
Sunday kaa late afternoon thaa, aur dono lunch kae baad restaurant se bas niklaa hii thaa kae achaanak Ibhaan jaldii se baahar kae taraf jaane lagaa...
"Yaar, ruk..." Pulkit ne bolaa finally catching up, "baahar kahaa jaa rahaa hain?"
"Cab book karnaa hain," Ibhaan ne javaab diyaa, curt.
"Cab kyu? Car toh basement parking me hain..." Pulkit ne surprise jataate huye kahaa.
"Tuheen kae ghar jaa rahaa hoon."
"Tuheen kae ghar? Kyu?"
"Aap ko aaj room honaa naa," Ibhaan ne cryptic saa javaab diyaa, the tone terse.
Pulkit ne Ibhaan kaa arm pakadte huye usse rokaa, aur phir apne taraf ghumaate huye poochhaa, "Baat kyaa hain, huh?" totally confused.
Eyes blazing, lips pursed, Ibhaan kaa face gusse se laal thaa... aagbabulaa huyaa jaa raaha thaa.
"Chal neeche, mein tujhe chhod doongaa Tuheen kae ghar."
Ibhaan thoda saa struggle kiyaa, parr thaa chhotaa kadd kaa, slim aur slender... while Pulkit was a large, powerfully built man, aur grip bhi firm thaa... toh waisaa hii pakad kar, lag-bhag kheechtaa huyaa, lift tak le gayaa, aur phir basement...
"Ab bol, Tuheen kaa ghar kyu, achaanak?" Pulkit asked as they settled down, fastening their seatbelts.
"Jiss hisaab se taak rahe thae aap, meine sochaa aaj mein aapko akelaa hii chhod doon... thodaa saa private space de diyaa toh theek rahegaa..." Ibhaan ne javaab diyaa, parr wo sirf baatey nahi, aangaare baras rahaa thaa!
"Kyaa bak rahaa hain tu, yaar?!"
"Kyu, usse ghar nahi lekar jaana, huh? Bas aur kuch ek aadhae ghante me uska duty khatam ho jaayegaa, phir ghar le jaakar you can enjoy yourself!"
"Kisey?!!!" Pulkit asked, totally baffled, utterly confounded.
"Aayan..." Ibhaan hissed, the tone icy.
"Yeh Aayan koun?"
"Wah, pechlae do gante se toh bada hans-hans kae baaten kar rahen thae, aankhon se hii kapde utaar rahe thae, mujhe toh lagaa bas wahi, table pe hii litaa kar kar daaloge!"
And as Pulkit stared at him uncomprehending, Ibhaan continued, the words acrid, the tone dripping insolent outrage...
"'Hello sir, good afternoon. I'm Aayan, and I'll be serving you today... blah-blah-blah'. Nazar bhi sirf aap parr, jaise me wahaa thaa bhi nahi, aankhon se nigal rahaa thaa. Aur aap kaa smile, wah, jaise dil me laddo phoot rahaa hon!"
"Aaah..." Pulkit responded, everything finally sinking in, aur phir hanste huye poochha, "you mean wo waiter?"
Ibhaan let out a snort looking away, furious as tears of jealous rage almost welled over.
Dono abhi bhi basement parking apne gaadi me hii baithaa huyaa thaa, andhere me, just the soft glow of the dash lighting up the interior.
"Wo busboy bhi bada cute thaa, naa?" Pulkit ne dheere se kaha, maano jaise apna silent thoughts anjaane me hii bayaan kar diyaa hon.
Baat poorii khatam bhi nahi huyaa kae Ibhaan jal uthaa, "Toh le jaao naa dono ko, mein kab rok rahaa hoon!"
Ab Pulkit hans pada, and undoing his seatbelt flung both his arms around Ibhaan, "Yaar, tu rehte huye mujhe aur kisi kaa kyaa zaroorat, huh?"
"Chhodo mujhe!"
"Kyu chhodun?" Pulkit he Ibhaan kaa gardan pe kiss karte huye bola, "Aur kaise chhod doon, huh? Pyaar kiyaa hain, aise hii chhod doonga kya?!"
"Jaane do mujhe..." Ibhaan snapped struggling in Pulkit's embrace.
"Kahaa?"
"Kahi bhi!" the voice choked with the unshed tears of anger.
"Aise hii, huh? Yaar, shaadi kii hain, baa-qaidaa, ring exchange kiyaa, aur phir teraa maang bhar kar tujhe mangalsutra bhi pehnaaya, toh phir aise kaise jaane doon?!"
It was a simple, double row gold aur black beads kaa choker style chain, but without the usual (and obvious) pendant... a small gold stud taking the place of the tanmaniya instead -- special order de kar banwaaya thaa Pulkit. Aur perfect banaa bhi thaa, uss narm-mulaayam, goraa saa suraahiidaar gardan pe kaalae beads kaa chain mast jachh bhi rahaa thaa!
"Jaane do..." Ibhaan pouted, chidaa huyaa bacchon jaisaa, "door unlock karr do."
"Yaar, mein koi usse taad nahi rahaa thaa, aur naa hii koi interest hain kisi aur me. He was doing his job, being courteous, toh mein bhi civil ho rahaa thaa."
"Civil ho rahe thae, yaa flirt karr rahe thae, haan?!" Ibhaan abhi bhi gusse me thaa, still looking away, blinking his eyelids rapidly to stall the tears from flowing.
"Arre, yaar, life me sirf ek baar hii flirt kiyaa thaa meine, wo bhi tere saath!"
Ibhaan let out another snort, still fuming.
"Yaar, tu meraa jaan hain," Pulkit ne uskaa chin pakad kar uskaa munh ghumaaya, "merii zindagii. Tu rehte mujhe kisi Aayan-Bayaan-Gayaan se kya matlab?!" aur phir wahi, uss basement parking lot me hii apna honth Ibhaan kae lips par rakhte huye kiss karne lagaa... unconcerned about people who might walk past, see them kissing.
Ibhaan let out a moan, sobbing into Pulkit's mouth.
"Sorry yaar," Pulkit ne Ibhaan kaa lips chhodte huye bolaa, his fingers gently caressing the soft, smooth cheeks, "but qasam-se, mujhe meraa Ibhaan chhod koi aur nahi chahiye. Ab chalen?"
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Kareeb dhaai saal pehle miley thae dono, office me...
College kaa first year just khatam hii huyaa thaa, aur itnaa acchaa opportunity, that too ek reputed MNC firm, Ibhaan super excited thaa apnaa pehlaa summer internship lekar.
Aur pehlaa din hii office me aankh takraa gayaa... hai, wo nazar kaa milnaa bhi kyaa milnaa thaa, uss ek nazar ne dono kaa hii duniyaa badal daalaa!
Pulkit thaa toh super hot... smart, awesome goodlooks, sirf 25 saal kaa... senior executive, HR.
Parr sholon me lipti, chadti javaani kaa pehlaa baahaar me nahayaa Ibhaan bhi kuch kam nahi thaa!
Do hafton tak khoob aankh-michaulii chaltaa rahaa dono kae beech, phir ek Friday shaam parking lot me Pulkit ne approach kiyaa...
"Date pe chalegaa mere saath?"
Dil yun dhadkaa, puraa hil gayaa Ibhaan, aur blush karte huye sarr jhukaa liyaa.
"Teraa yeh sharmaanaa haan samjhu kyaa?" Pulkit ne poochhaa.
Ab Ibhaan thar-thar kaamp rahaa thaa, woh kyaa javaab detaa.
"Kal saare-barah baje pick up karr loongaa tujhe tere ghar se... we'll have lunch, then a movie, aur phir jo tu chahen."
Ibhaan looked up, startled.
"Haan, mujhe teraa address maloom hain, remember, HR."
Khushi kaa ek muskaan aate-aate ruk saa gayaa unn mote-mote gulaabi honthon paar, aur chhupaane kae liye phir se sarr jhukaa liyaa.
"Yaar, yun muskuraate huye itnaa blush karegaa toh control nahi hogaa mujhse, yehi, public me, kiss karna padegaa!"
Ibhaan nearly died of shock and embarrassment... parr dil khusii se jhoom utthaa, beqaraar ho gayaa agle din kaa soch karr.
"Okay, tomorrow, twelve-thirty," Pulkit repeated, and then was gone!
Ibhaan kuch dus minute tak waise hii khadaa raha, numb with joy -- terribly thrilled, extremely excited, and totally nervous.
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As promised, Pulkit ne Ibhaan ko theek twelve-thirty pick kiyaa aur ek high end restaurant le gayaa._
"Kyaa piyegaa?" Pulkit ne poochha as they sat down.
"Coke..." Ibhaan ne answer diyaa, his voice barely audible.
"Beer nahi?" Pulkit asked, curious.
Ibhaan shook his head.
"Tu peeta nahi... whiskey, vodka, beer?"
"Nahi..." nazar jhukaaye Ibhaan ne javaab diyaa.
"Cigarette peeta?"
Phir se Ibhaan ne sarr hilaaya.
"Weed?"
"No..." Ibhaan answered, now visibly embarrassed.
"Kiss toh karne degaa naa?!" leaning across the table Pulkit ne dheere se whisper kiyaa, lips curled in a puckish grin, eyes twinkling mischievously.
Pehle se hii face laal thaa, parr ab toh jaise aag jal utthaa, aur sarr jhukaate huye jhemp gayaa bichaaraa.
Woh ek date -- lunch, movie and a long drive -- soon became a regular thing. Aur jab do week baad Ibhaan kaa internship khatam ho gayaa toh dono kaa milnaa jaari rahaa...
Parr ab movies and long drives kam, aur Pulkit kae kamre me time zyadaa beetne lagaa -- pehle toh simple saa kiss... phir some heavy make-out sessions... aur finally ek din sex ho gayaa!
Impervious to logic or reason, lust has a mind and momentum of its own, hurtling onwards without a thought for propriety or correctness... and their every encounter, unshackled by any privation of ideas or timidity of imagination, was packed with overwhelming passion... hours of very vocal and unrestrained lovemaking punctuated by surprisingly salubrious breaks of silent reflection...
Ghaanton nangaa ek doosre kae baahon me waisaa hii bistar pe pada rehtaa thaa dono... kissing and caressing... naa koi chintaa, aur naa hii kahi jaane kaa jaldi... both joint in love's rapture -- Ibhaan's legs still wrapped around Pulkit's waist, aur Pulkit kaa wo motaa saa lund, still encapsuled in Ibhaan's incommodious flesh sleeve...
By the time Ibhaan graduated, dono ne hii tai karr liyaa thaa, aur Ibhaan kaa job lagte hii dono ne announce karr diyaa -- apnaa ek saath rehne kaa plan, aur shaadi karne kaa iraada!
Pulkit's family pehle se hii unke saath koi bhi contact nahi rakkhaa thaa, aur Ibhaan kae parents ne maan toh liyaa, parr didn't attend...
There were a dozen of Pulkit's school and college friends and colleagues, aur Ibhaan kae side se uskaa three BESTEST friends: Simran, Kajal aur Nupur, and Tuheen, his older cousin.
Simple saa ceremony thaa, parr amazingly beautiful, and they all had great fun, clicking tons of pics as they chattered away, drinking and eating... Ibhaan all coy, blushing the whole while as everyone fussed over him, everyone wanting a selfie... till the newlywed finally drove off to their extended weekend honeymoon!
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"Kahaa jaa rahe hon?" Ibhaan ne poochha as Pulkit took a left turn.
"Ghar," Pulkit replied.
"Gaadi roko!" Ibhaan ne gusse se bol utthaa, "Mujhe Tuheen kaa ghar jaana hain."
"Haan, pata hain..." Pulkit replied, driving on, "parr yeh bataa, raat ko kyaa pehnegaa, huh? Aur kal? You need a change of clothes naa?"
Ibhaan remained silent.
"Aur maana tu abhi bhi school boy jaisaa smooth hain, daily shave nahi karen toh bhi chaltaa, but daant? Toothbrush nahi honaa? Ghar chal, ek overnight bag pack karr le phir chhod doongaa tujhe Tuheen kae ghar!"
Ibhaan kaa yun baat-baat pe ruuthnaa aur bigadnaa... wo bacchon jaisaa sulk karnaa... aur specially uskaa jealousy wala gussaa... hai, Pulkit ko deevanaa banaa detaa. Aur woh khushii-khushii manaane me lag jataa, coaxing and cajoling, coddling and pampering!
Aur ab jaise hii flat kaa darwaaza bandh huya Pulkit ne Ibhaan ko apne baahon me bharte huye utthaa liyaa, aur kiss karne lagaa...
Ibhaan drew in a sharp breath, moaning softly as he made a weak attempt to free himself, parr chhudaa nahi paayaa and as Pulkit moved his mouth lower, kissing down his neck woh phir se bol utthaa...
"Chhodo naa mujhe..." the tone a pitiable whine of an utterly spoilt child!
"Kaise chhod doon? Kyu chhod doon?" Pulkit mumbled between tiny pecks and nibbles along the neck and jawline. "Tere jaisaa cute saa koi mil jaaye toh koi chhodtaa kyaa, huh?
"Jao naa, wo cute saa busboy ko le karr aao aur usse pyaar karo!"
"Arre yaar, I love you to bits and pieces, aise kaise chhod doon?!"
Ibhaan's moans were now regular, and Pulkit could feel the boy's heated arousal pressed against his abdomen... the hardness unmistakable even through the denim!
"Chal chhod diyaa..." Pulkit suddenly said setting Ibhaan down, but then instantly dropped down on his knees, "parr yeh dekh, ghutnon pe girr kar kaan pakad kar sorry bol rahaa hoon, ab toh maaf karr de baba!"
Aur waise hii, on his knees, wahi front door kae pass, deevaar se sataa karr Pulkit ne Ibhaan kaa ubhraa huyaa crotch kiss karne lagaa... his fingers quickly undoing the fly and reaching in...
Ibhaan kaa lund poora tana huyaa thaa... throbbing hotly as it flexed and pulsed...
Cock ko baahar nikaal karr Pulkit ne kiss karne lagaa... the bloated tip, the rigid shaft, aur phir choomte-choomte munh me le liyaa.
"Aaah..." Ibhaan bol padaa, his hips strutting forward, feeding Pulkit more of his hardness.
Aur Pulkit bhi khushii-khushii nigal gayaa, soon deep throating the squirming boy!
Shoulders and hands pressed against the wall... head tilted back... Ibhaan rocked his hips in sync with Pulkit's movement...
God, the suction was incredible... and that regular fluttery pressure of the gullet around his swollen glans simply unbearable. Aur Pulkit kaa wo magical fingers, uskaa wo moist lips gliding along the throbbing length... and the swirling tongue... uff, bilkul paagal banaa rahaa thaa Ibhaan ko!
Ek puraa dus minute bhi nahi huyaa thaa kae Ibhaan reared up on his toes, thrusting into Pulkit's face, sending his cock diving down the gulping throat and exploded in a fiery conflagration... unloading a gallon of boiling hot boy cum inside Pulkit's adoring mouth!
Pulkit stayed with him the whole while... gently cradling his testicles while gulping down every drop as it shot out of the twitching tip... sucking on the engorged head like it was hard candy!
Once Ibhaan was done and slumped back against the wall, Pulkit cleaned him up -- kissing and licking his spent cock and balls, his groin and pubes... gathering up every last speck of leaked sperm before kissing his way up... back to the boy mouth, crushing his semen smeared lips over Ibhaan's... slipping in his tongue, giving the boy a taste of his own cum.
No one spoke a word as Pulkit undressed the shivering boy while still kissing, and then releasing those puffed lips began undressing...
Once fully naked -- Ibhaan hungrily eyeing Pulkit's massive erection -- he led the boy to the couch, and laying him face down scooted right between his legs... pushing the thigh wide as he parted the plump cheeks, burying his face in the exposed satiny folds... his tongue tip already seeking out Ibhaan's teensy-weensy opening...
"Mmmnnnh!" Ibhaan cried out as the moist tip swabbed at his tiny orifice... pushing back at Pulkit, sensing himself respond, the snug hole pouting high with desire...
For almost half an hour Pulkit adored that tiny orifice... kissing and licking... swirling his tongue around and then stabbing at it... till the whole cleft was dripping with saliva, the tight ring fluttering as it repeatedly pouted high in invitation... silently begging to be penetrated!
"Chal palat jaa..." Pulkit finally said leaving the quaking anus and drawing back.
Aur jaise hii Ibhaan rolled over, Pulkit uskaa knees pakadkar thighs spread karte huye ooper chadd gayaa...
"Le, set karr de..." he grunted as he got in position.
Ibhaan reached down between his splayed thighs aur Pulkit kaa khadaa lund haath me lekar apnaa hole pe set karte huye pakad rakkhaa...
Pulkit ab aage jhuk karr kiss karte huye dheere-dheere apnaa kamar hilaana shuru kiyaa... aur jaise hii wo chhotaa saa ched ubhraa, ek zor kaa dhakka dete huye lund kaa sirr andar karr diyaa!
"Aaah-hhh..." Ibhaan cried out as the large head forcing apart his tight ring finally bored in... his hips swaying high as he tried to relax and let it in.
Do saal se zyaada ho chukaa thaa sex karte huye, parr ab bhi Ibhaan kaa hole pehle jaisaa hii tight thaa, ekdam virgin jaisaa... or maybe, Pulkit kaa size hii aisaa thaa kii koi bhi hole tight pad jaaye!
Aur phir shuru huyaa dono kaa pyaar kaa suhaanaa safar...
Mouth glued together, arms tight around each other... Ibhaan's legs wrapped around Pulkit's waist, the two moaned with joy as they fucked on the couch...
In and out, round and round, Pulkit's hips rocked away as he powered his turgid cock through Ibhaan's clinging innards... the rectum a simmering cauldron of fluttery flesh, vicious as it grabbed at the rampaging cock, tugging at it... clamping down hard one moment, and then releasing the shaft the next... both groaning with the sheer pleasure of the fuck.
Somewhere along the way Ibhaan phir se hard ho gayaa, his cock flexing with hurtful urgency as Pulkit's engorged cock head rubbed against his swollen prostate... and as his swayed and rotated his ass, slamming back at Pulkit, his cock flexed, suddenly erupting with a vengeance... his molten seed gushing out in powerful spurts, arching high and splashing the floor beyond the couch, before splattering across his face and heaving chest... the powerful orgasm totally draining him as it emptied his balls, leaving him exhausted!
That vicious churning of his agitated rectum around Pulkit's cock in the agonising throes of sexual climax, tipped Pulkit over the edge... and letting out a grunt he shoved in, grinding his pelvis between Ibhaan's splayed thighs, flooding the furiously fluttering rectum with his molten passion, the liquid love gushing out in powerful spurts... coating the ravaged anal linings with the viscous fluid... calming them, soothing them... bringing relief and joy to both of them!
They remained that way, joint together, for a long while... still moaning and kissing as they caught their breath. Pulkit's large cock still trapped in Ibhaan's snug little rectal sleeve, held firmly in place by the fiercely tight muscle ring...
Phir, almost ek aadhaa ghantaa baad Pulkit ne dheere se apna lund kheej nikaala aur Ibhaan ko utthaate huye bola, "Chal, nahaa lete, aur phir movie chalte..." aur jaise hii Ibhaan unse lipat gayaa toh hanste huye bolaa, "Aur agar tujhe honaa toh shower me bhi ek round karr doongaa!"
"Haan, karr do..." Ibhaan dheere se bola, blushing furiously.
"Toh aaj Tuheen kaa ghar jaanaa cancel naa?"
"Haan, cancel!" muskuraate huye Ibhaan ne javaab diyaa.
~ Sirf Pyaar
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