Gym Ki Gandi Chudai

HRX Cultfit gym Mumbai ka sabse hot spot tha—woh jagah jahaan celebrities apni body ko polish karte the, sweat se bheegi shirts, heaving chests, aur woh musky smell jo har corner se aati thi, lund khada karne wali. Hrithik Roshan, Greek god jaisa, apna empire chala raha tha yahaan, ripped abs, veiny arms, aur woh intense stare jo har launde ko apna bana leti. Kartik Aaryan, lean aur slutty frame wala, nayi film ke liye body banana chahta tha, lekin asli wajah? Hrithik ka woh mota lund, jo usne chupke se dekha tha ek promo event mein—bulging shorts se, jaise promise kar raha ho ek raat ki tabahi.

Kartik ne gym join kiya, aur pehla din hi Hrithik ke paas gaya, tight tank top pehne hue jo uske nipples ko tease kar raha tha, shorts itne short ki gaand ki curve dikhti. "Sir, aap mera personal trainer banoge? Main aapke under train karna chahta hoon... poora dedication se," Kartik ne kaha, aankhein neeche karke, lekin nazar Hrithik ke crotch par. Hrithik ne muskuraya, woh cocky smile, "Theek hai, launda. Kal se shuru. But yahaan discipline chahiye—no shortcuts." Kartik ka dil dhadka, soch raha tha, Shortcut nahi, main tera lund shortcut banaunga apni gaand mein.

Pehla session: Cardio. Kartik treadmill par daud raha tha, sweat se bheega, shorts ke neeche lund half-hard, Hrithik paas khada monitor kar raha. Kartik ne jaan boojh ke speed badhayi, moan kiya jaise thak gaya ho, "Sir... aapki body dekh kar motivation mil rahi hai... kitna hard hai aapka... workout." Hrithik ne ignore kiya, lekin uski nazar Kartik ke ass par thi, jo shorts se bounce kar raha tha. Session khatam, Kartik ne towel se apna chest pochha, nipples ko rub karte hue, "Sir, aap touch karke check karoge mera form? Mere muscles... tight hain na?" Hrithik ne haath rakha uske shoulder par, woh electric touch, Kartik ka lund twitch kiya. "Haan, accha hai. Kal weights." Kartik ghar jaakar soya, haath apni gaand par, sochta Bas thoda time, tera lund mera hoga.

Doosra session: Weights. Kartik ne even tighter shorts pehne, gym shorts jo ass cheeks ko barely cover kar rahe the, bench press karte hue legs spread, crotch exposed. Hrithik spot kar raha tha, Kartik ne barbell uthate hue kaha, "Sir... aapka support chahiye... neeche se pakdo, warna gir jaunga. Aapki strong haath... feel karna chahta hoon." Hrithik ne haath rakhe uske thighs par, close to crotch, woh heat mehsoos hui. Kartik ne grunt kiya, "Fuck... sir, aapki grip... kitni tight, jaise... jaise kisi cheez ko andar se pakad rahi ho." Hrithik ka chehra flush hua, lekin control kiya, "Focus, Kartik. Yeh gym hai, flirt nahi." Lekin session ke baad, shower mein Hrithik ne socha, Yeh launda... ganda soch raha hai. Kartik ne apna lund hilaya shower mein, "Sir... jaldi aaoge mere liye."

Teesra session: Core workout. Planks, crunches—Kartik ne mat par let kar legs up kiye, ass in air, Hrithik ko perfect view. "Sir, aap hold karo mere legs... stable rahunga. Aapki haath meri thighs par... oh god, kitna garam lag raha." Hrithik ne pakda, fingers dig in, Kartik ne hips wiggle kiye jaise stretch, ass Hrithik ke haathon ke against ragad. "Sir... aapki fingers... yahaan dabao, deeper... accha lag raha hai." Hrithik ka lund stir hua pants mein, woh bulge visible, Kartik ne dekha aur muskuraya andar se. "Kartik, yeh professional hai," Hrithik ne kaha, lekin awaaz husky. Kartik ne whisper kiya, "Haan sir... but aapka bulge... professional nahi lag raha." Hrithik ne haath hata liya, session khatam, lekin raat bhar so nahi paya, Kartik ki gaand soch kar haath lund par.

Chautha session: Cardio again, lekin is baar boxing. Kartik gloves pehne, Hrithik pad dikha raha tha, close contact, bodies brushing. Kartik ne punch maarta hue kaha, "Sir, aap mujhe pin down karoge agar galat kiya? Main handle nahi kar paunga aapki strength ko... but try karna chahta hoon." Hrithik ne usko mat par dhakela demo ke liye, bodies pressed, Hrithik ka hard lund Kartik ke ass ke against mehsoos hua. Kartik ne moan kiya, "Sir... yeh... kitna bada hai aapka... punch. Meri gaand... vibrate ho rahi hai." Hrithik ne jhat se uthaya, "Bas kar, Kartik. Yeh seduction hai kya?" Kartik ne innocent ban kar kaha, "Sir, main toh sirf train kar raha hoon... but agar aap chahein, extra training de sakte hain... private mein." Hrithik ka control tootne laga, lekin resist kiya.

Paanchwa session: Full body, lekin gym band hone wala tha, sirf woh dono. Kartik ne sports bra jaise top pehna, nipples visible, shorts se ass half out. Squats karte hue, "Sir, aap neeche se spot karo... dekho mera form. Meri gaand... upar neeche, tight hai na?" Hrithik ne neeche baitha, face ass ke samne, woh musky sweat smell, Kartik ne squat kiya slow, ass Hrithik ke chehre ke against almost touch. "Sir... smell karo mera sweat... motivate karta hai na? Aapka lund... ab full hard hai, dekh rahi hoon." Hrithik ne saans li gehri, "Kartik... tu saala randi hai. Kitne din se yeh khel raha hai." Kartik ne muskuraya, squat khatam karke Hrithik ke paas gaya, haath uske bulge par rakha, "Haan sir... aapke lund ke liye. Ab de do mujhe... faad do meri gaand, personal trainer. Main tera slut banunga, roz aunga yahaan chudne."

Hrithik ka sabr toot gaya. Usne Kartik ko locker room mein dhakela, darwaza band, lights dim. "Tu saale harami, itne din se tease kar raha tha? Ab dekh, tera trainer kaise destroy karega teri randi gaand." Hrithik ne Kartik ka top faad diya, nipples ko pinch kiya hard, "Yeh chhote titties... choosunga main." Zubaan se lick kiya, bite kiya, Kartik moan kar utha, "Ahh sir... haan, chooso... main tera ganda launda hoon." Hrithik ne shorts neeche kiye, Kartik ka lund bahar, hard aur leaking, lekin ignore kiya, ghumaya usko, ass up bench par. "Yeh perky gaand... kitni baar socha faadne ka. Bol, kitna chahta hai mera lund?" Kartik ne beg kiya, "Bohot sir... pel do, faad do meri tight gaand... aapka mota lund mera pehla trainer hai chudai ka."

Hrithik ne lube nikala drawer se—gym ka secret stash—haath bhara, fingers se hole ko tease, circle kiya, phir ek finger andar, "Tight saali... relax kar, randi." Kartik arched, "Fuck... deeper sir... stretch me, make me your whore." Do fingers, scissoring rough, prostate hit, Kartik ka lund drip, "Ahh... yes, sir... aapki fingers... jaise lund hi hain." Hrithik ne tshirt utari, apna pants down, mota lund bahar—veins bulging, 8 inch ka monster, tip wet. "Le saale, yeh tera prize hai itne din ki mehnat ka." Ek thrust, tip andar, Kartik screamed, "Fuuuck! Itna bada... rip my ass, Hrithik sir!" Poora andar, no mercy, Hrithik ke hips slam, bench hil utha.

"Chod raha hoon tujhe, kutiya... yeh gym ab teri chudai ki jagah hai," Hrithik growled, haath se Kartik ke baal pakde, pull back, thrusts deep aur fast, balls slap ass par, wet sounds goonjte. Kartik ki moans porn level—"Haan sir... harder, faad do meri randi gaand... aapka lund mera malik hai, roz pelna mujhe!" Hrithik ne speed badhayi, ek haath se Kartik ka lund pakda, jerk kiya rough, "Cum kar de saale, teri gaand clench kar rahi hai mere lund ko... le mera maal andar." Sweat drip, bodies slap, Hrithik ka pace savage, "Tu mera personal slut hai ab, gym ke baad bhi aayega chudne."

Climax aaya storm jaise—Kartik pehle toota, spilling on bench, "Sir... cumming... fuck your cock!" Gaand tight hui, Hrithik ko milk kiya. Hrithik ne last thrusts diye, deep, "Le saale... bhar raha hoon teri gaand mera garam maal!" Hot spurts andar, overflow, Hrithik collapse, still inside, biting Kartik ke shoulder. Dono saans le rahe the heavy, cum gaand se tapak raha.

Baad mein, shower mein, Hrithik ne Kartik ko saaf kiya, lekin haath ass par, "Kal aa ja... extra session." Kartik muskuraya, "Haan sir... tera hi randi hoon main."