Once i was assigned to my unit i felt out of place. My brothers in arms would be off to the local whore house on the weekend when we where n't in the ...field. On the week ends i would either take other guys duty so they could go out or i would hang out in my room either reading military manuals or writing letters to my mom. This was my life style and i was labeled a barracks rat. I was pretty much a loner until one Monday when my life would change forever. As i said it was Monday i decided to. .Babitaji keliye ye naya hota hai iyer ne kabhi babitaji ki nabhi ko chata nahi hai.. Pahale pahle babitaji ko gudgudi hoti hai fir use achaa lagne lagta hai aur o jethalal ka sar aone nabhi me dabakar rakhti hai..Jethalal todi der nabhi ko chata hai fir babitaji ko bed par dakel deta hai jise babitahi bed par gir jati hai . Babitaji ke pair niche rehte hai aur sir kamar ke upar ka hidaa bed pwr hota hai.. Jethala gutno ke bal chalkar ata hai aur babitaji ke pairo ko failata hai aur apni jeeb. I stripped off and laid face down on his maasage table and he put soft music on and lit an incense stick. Then he started to oil me. Wow , I had to keep moving as my cock hardened underneath me as his hands slowly caressed my back and then dug deep into my buttocks, then he slowly spread my cheeks and stated to slowly finger fuck my hole with his oily slippery fingers, eventually getting 4 of them deep into me, twisting and turning them and flicking his fingers deep in me, massaging my. I had one interesting friend there whose name was Pulkirt Singh (name changed) who was a Punjabi. He was a son of a business tycoon. His father had many chains of business shops, commercial hotels and other establishments not only in Imphal but also in other parts of the North eastern regions, as he claimed. What bothers me most was his physical attires, outlooks and manly gym toned body. He was blessed with bluish eyes that appealed me the most. I was sharing my bed room with him. It was a.