Why? How? One Of Many

Imp notice: All the work is fictional (some of them is not :p) and for entertainment purpose only. Don’t put this thing in your head and behave irresponsible in the society.

Hello all, It’s been great pleasure to write into a community of which I am a great fan of. Indian sex stories this site has been in my life for years and it gives me break from my daily routine. And so continue in doing that I am starting to write a story of my own.

Let me clear few things, my stories are going to be lengthy (will usually include parts), because I like it that way. And even in normal life I don’t think any Indian story (which include actions like ISS) will or can end in one single story. I mean we are Bollywood people, story without little dose of romance, action, drama & here most imp adult play :D . Also there will not be any over-sized measurements of woman (like other stories have) or me :p .

If you are still reading this that means we share the same like hood. Great!! Let’s start the journey. I know you will enjoy it and it will make you wet. ;)

Why? & how? – 1 of many.

Hello again, myself Ankit, right now I am 26, living in pune, unmarried. Living with the family, in which my mom and dad is there. I am a single child.

It all started when I was a teen. I used to study in local private school in Marathi medium. Back there I was a good guy ( even today I am :p ). My life was only about waking up in the morning, do all the morning duties then go to school. I used to have morning shift school. After coming back from school in afternoon I used to eat lunch then go to sleep and wakeup from sleep around 5 pm.

Then watch the pokemon or small wonder ( I do remember those shows till date :D ) then after that eating something with tea around 6 pm, I used to go to outside of my home for playing with my friends. And at night eat dinner and sleep. Back there it was just like I was not aware of words like lust or anything. Forget about the feelings, I told you I was a good guy, rather a good moms guy.

My father have a shop of clothes in the city & my mother is  a housewife and she also helps my father in there shop. Because of my parents hard work we managed to build a nice home for all of us in the good area of the city. My home consists of four rooms.

We were using 3 of them as 1BHK flat and 1 room was on rent back that time. My house have two entrance, the main from front and one from back which my mom where all the dustbin and clothes are hanging for drying, like small Indian house in the city.

As I told you my father have shop in the city and my mom also used to help him in the shop, usually she used to leave for the shop around 5-6 pm as there is rush at the evening in the shop.

We used to have one Onida CRT tv with cable connection in my house and after my mom left for our shop I used to watch some cartoon shows like pokemon or something and then used to go out for playing. Because of only child of my parents I used to be little more pampered baby :D :p. and cable connection was my request for them and they got it done for me. :)

In my school days I used to have one close friend named vishal, He used to study with me in my class and used to live nearby my house. He used to come to me in the evening for playing.

Telling about vishal, he used to talkative guy and used to talk with or seniors and even to some elder guys which used to sit at the corner or the road (nukkad).

We were done with our mid sem exams, those exams used to carry out just before the Diwali vacation and after finishing them our Diwali vacations used to start. Because we have clothes shop at my home, anybody who lives in the india can understand that how rush is there in that season.

So my mom used to go our shop in the around 11 and used to directly come to home at around 8-9 with my father. And even vishal’s mom used to know about all of these so she used to let vishal accompany me for the day. Someday he used to come with the tiffin with him in the morning itself or someday he used to eat my home only. And this is how my Diwali vacations are going ,chilling, lying on bed with some cartoon shows for full day at evening playing with my friends outside.

On one fine day in those Diwali vacations we were really too much bored even by looking into repeated telecast cartoon on tv and I was lying on bed while vishal was browsing throw the random tv channels.

And suddenly he stopped at one tv channel. I have never visited that tv channel before or know that this tv channel exists. That channel was having name of ftv (fashion tv they used to say). My eye brows gone straight up when I see what I was actually seeing.

There was one fashion show going on , on that channel and models into that fashion show were wearing something that I havn’t imagined that woman can were , that openly reliving their body. Even guys and girl who grown up in 90s will get that what we used to have is some random Bollywood songs with some tight clothing’s on them. Even for them our mom (even mine) used say ‘how shameless girls are they :D :p :p . And suddenly I was watching something more skin showing mowan show.

We quickly changed that channel and started laughing at each other. We had conversation something like,

Vishal: hey, close the door ( as my tv is in the hall anyone can come & 9th std guy watching ftv in those days was not considered to be good)

Me: without saying anything, rushed to the door, looked outside.

There was I aunty leaving next my house she was doing her household work. When I started to close the door she called my name , hey chotu! ( chotu used to be my nickname in the colony)

Me: yes, aunty?

Aunty: had lunch?

Me: yes aunty, you?

Aunty: no, aaj upwas hai.

Me : ohhh , achha, ok .

Me: chalo aunty I will slip now, see you in the evening.

Aunty: okay bye chotu.

Then I closed the door and rushed back to the bed and smiled bright to the vishal.

Till that vishal was all ready on the edge on pressing back button on the remote and starting the ftv. He hit it and the show started.

The girls in that show were wearing some fashionable cloths which were showing more of them. Some fancy dresses were also there but those were not showing much of their body.

Till this time me and vishal started making voice ohhh nice when ever a model used to come in the small cloths showing more of her and arrrrr.. purrrr … whenever a model used to come in some fancy dresses which used to cover more of them. We continue our that things for 1-2 hrs and then we both were too sleepy because of our habit of sleeping in the afternoon. So we went to sleep.

Next day also, as soon as everyone calms down ear by my house around 12 we closed the door and started the fashion tv again. And started to watch the girls on that ftv. Day by day this continues and becomes habit of ours. We used to enjoy that giving an rating to girls , complementing them.

On one fine day, when we were watching that ftv one fashion show ended and the next show started. I still remember (even after so many years :p) that the next show was from Miami fashion week & that was beach fashion show. Me and vishal started to watch it from the beginning with our eye brows u like anything and with full concentration.

We even stooped that making voices of ohuuu without noticing. There was a complete silence in that room, and both of us were fully concentrating in that show.

Models by models the show was getting hotter and hotter and more skin show. Soon enough I started to feel hardness in my pants. But till that time I was not aware of masturbation or sex.

For me it was more like a nicely shaped woman is showing me more than required. I was enjoying the show when I hard vishal was adjusting his pants. I thought it was itching problem. Because at teenage we all have that problem because of our bottom hairs were coming out. I thought it is the same thing and ignored that.

The show continued for next 15 min. till that time we were more than full for our self after looking into beautiful women showing their body.

After the show has been finished vishal got up and went directly to the washroom. I looked at him while he was going and though that how he can go to washroom now to pee? Only mine penis becomes hard or what? Because I can’t pee now with that hard penis.

After some time vishal came back from washroom, I asked him immediately ,

Me: hey, vishal, how you are able to pee man? My dick is hard like anything and I don’t think I can pee with this, your dick was not hard or what? O.0

Vishal: with angry face towards me, mine was too, and I didn’t went to pee in the washroom.

Me: then? For what? o.0

Vishal: to masturbate.

Me: huh, what’s that?

Vishal: started looking at me like a dumb eyes and after some time he started laughing at me. ( no body forgets when your friend laughs at you for these matters)

Me: tell me buddy, what that means?

Vishal: you seriously don’t know what is that? Hahhah ahaahh ahah? I mean seriously?

Me: no.

Vishal:ok ok will tell you.. such a dumb guy … hahh ahaha

Me: shut up!

Vishal: that’s why I always tells you, to go and talk with people and you are like 24×7 cartoon or study.

Me: okay, now tell me.

Vishal: idiot , whenever you feel that penis is hard , that means you are excited and you need to empty yourself.

Me: means?

Vishal: means , you need to masturbate and then you will feel nice.

Me: ohhh okay, how to do that?

Vishal: there is a skin on your penis you need to pull that skin down and again push it back, you got to do it for some time…

Me: then?

Vishal: then you will come to know what happens and what not.

Vishal: you haven’t done something like that before?

Me: nahhh, till date I use my penis only to pee.

Vishal: let’s try it now then.

Me: hey! Are you crazy man! I will not do soothing like that, shut up.

Vishal: fine ………

And after that we went to sleep rather vishal went to sleep quickly and I was still having difficulty with my hard penis which is not allowing me to sleep on my stomach.

Next day also we followed same schedule of watching the F TV inside my house and then went for sleep. Though for next few days there was nothing like that Miami fashion week show on that channel. All were normal fashion shows and we were giving rating to girls nothing really happened.

After 5 days vishal went to his village for celebration of his Diwali holidays and I was at home alone lying and bored with watching cartoon shows. After 2 days when vishal left I was too bored to watch more of cartoon and was lying on the bed so I switch to that F TV and started watching that fashion show.

After a while I was watching it was again the day when they were telecasting bikini fashion show. My eyes suddenly had a spark in them. I closed the curtains and started watching the show. There were all the beautiful models coming one by one on the screen.

Many of them were wearing bikini’s which are just covering their nipples and down just to cover their necessary parts. Till time my penis was like rock hard. One model from them was having bikini as a horizontal lines which were only covering her nipples , even they are visible from top and at the bottom only 4 horizontal lines which were covering her private part.

After looking to her my penis has become hard like anything, it has never become that hard and now it has started paining inside it. At that time my friends vishal’s voice was running into my head that, you have to pull that skin downward and then again push it back & repeat it for some time and then you will feel nice.

With some hesitation I inserted my ne hand inside my pant and grabbed that hard penis on mine & pulled my skin downward. While doing it , it was paining a bit but after doing that it feels like great relief from a tension of the skin. I got little confidence that whatever vishal has said was not lie. Let’s try more!

By saying that I lowered my pants and started to pull my skin down and again push it back to position.

Meanwhile bikini show was also going on. After doing it for few mins I started to feel a pressure of something inside me , that needs to lowered down.

I was continuing that and you know after the fashion show has finished all the models come outside and stand in the line , I was on the edge of pressure from inside when I saw that model with horizontal lines bikini came outside. After looking to her a small grasp of ahh.. came from me & my eyes closed automatically.

After that I only feel that I was having nicest feeling at my penis & something is coming out with very high pressure. And that continued for few seconds.I liked that feeling like anything!

After doing that when I open my eyes I came to know why on that day vishal went to washroom :p . there was a mess of while liquid ( till that time I was not aware of anything like sperms or anything). I need to clean that before my mom comes home, so I cleaned it with paper, wear my pants and decided that I will throw that paper outside right now, because I don’t want to get caught.

After wearing pants and collecting papers I opened the front door to throw paper outside. When I open the door, and aunty living next to my house ( her name is divya aunty) was again standing there in front of her door.( I hate that lady! I feels like she is one of the jassos appointed by my mom just to watch over me.)

Divya aunty: chotu, had lunch?

Me: yes aunty.

DA : whatsup with the papers? Where are you going?

Me: nothing aunty, just kuch juice gir gya tha so wo poch liya usase.

DA: juice of what chotu? Because your mom told me while chatting this morning that she don’t have any fruits at home abhi.

Me: (with fed up look)(I told you this aunty is like enough! I hate her ,but as she is my mom’s friends I have to talk nicely to her.) rasna kiya tha aunty , wo gir gya.

DA: achhaa vesa. Piya kya tune? Ya should I make you another?

Me: no no aunty I had it.

DA: okay

Me: chalo aunty sota hun ab.

DA: okay , bye.

Me: bye, and by saying so, I closed the door and cancelled the plan of throwing that paper outside and throw that paper into dustbin only.

After that day, as I was alone in the day time at my home, It become my habit to watch F TV model and masturbate while watching. I liked it so much that sometimes I started doing it twice a day

And this is how I came to know about second purpose of the penis ( rather the main one) :p .

To be continued.

It was just a beginning of exploration of the boy who is interested in looking of why & how of anything. Still more to come.

I will be waiting for your feeback and suggestions. And also who ever is interested in talking with me can e-mail me on [email protected]