No progress at all! He sighedwith frustration. Was twenty six minutes very good? He just wasn'tsure.He noticed that there were still thirty six day... left that he would haveto struggle. Thirty six days of pure hell - as he now knew. He thoughtagain about the mess that had just come out of him - into his diapers.He would be wearing that for the rest of the afternoon - ugh! Yet itsomehow thrilled him deep down too. Despite the problems and thehumiliations, he was still living his dreams -. This story is an experience i had at a massage parlour in del.This was a year back when i had finished my graduation. I woke up one morning with an urge to be touched and played with. Before this day i had feeling the urge of going for a massage and being played with. It always felt like a very naughty thing to me to go to a gay massage parlour. Hence i started researching on the internet for gay masage parlours in del. i came across one interesting place that seemed decent and value for money.. Thump. Thump. Thump.“I’m coming dear, I’m coming!” his mom answered, her heavy breaths as she climbed up the stairs to her son’s room to the 3rd floor. It’s certainly a long trip from the kitchen on the ground floor, his mother always in a rush to tend to her boy’s needs. She paused at the top of the stairs, taking only a moment to catch her breath and--“MOM, HURRY UP!!” he hollers again, making her jump slightly from the sudden loud yell.With a sigh, she steals herself and approached his door,. Mujhe pata tha ki monu mujhe pasand karta h. Hum dono ek dusre se bahtu der tak baaten kiya karte the aur ek dusre se najro me najre dal kar smile bhi karte the. Monu ki najar baar baar meri chuchi par aa jati thi aur wo meri chuchi ko bahut der tak dekhta tha. Monu mera dost tha aur uski bahan bhi meri friend thi isliye hum sab ek dusre se whatsapp par chat karte the.Main waise whatsapp par mamta se jyada baat karti thi lekin monu mujhe whatsapp par bahut message karta tha aur dheere dheere.