11-03-2026, 04:50 PM
Hi all, my name is Prateek. I am 36-year-old. I was born and brought up in Delhi. I completed my college from Delhi and went to one of the IITs for engineering education. Post undergrad I spent about 12 years living and working in Canda and have recently moved back to Delhi to start something of my own. I have been an enthusiastic reader of erotic stories throughout my adult life (especially during undergrad days) and, have decided to pen down my own sexual and erotic experiences to share it with others who share this addiction or hobby with me.
Ever since the days when I had just started to learn about sex, I have been a very over-sexual person. It must have been over 20 years now since I learned how to help myself using my own hand. I feel that I have been very lucky and fortunate on the sexual front and had a life full of adventures and some very unrealistic and mind-blowing erotic/sexual experiences.
As I am starting to share my experiences with you, I want to stress on it and clarify that all these experiences are real and not a fiction of my fantasies. For some readers it might appear that these experiences are merely another story coming out from the mind of a pervert who had nothing better than writing this and jerking off behind closed doors. But I swear, all these experiences I am sharing with you are real – all these episodes happened with me in reality. Obviously, I will be changing the names of the characters and some of the words I use to describe a conversation that had happened at a certain time may not be entirely right word-to-word as it has been really long since they happened but the overall emotion and message will be the same as it had happened.
I belong to a well-off family. Both my parents are doctors. They met during their MBBS studies, mom was 2 years junior to my dad. Dad, an over 6-foot well-built Jat guy, fall in love at first sight with mom, a very pretty Punjaban. They got married when mom was still in last year of her MBBS. I have a sister, about 2.5 years elder to me. We grew up in Punjabi Bagh area of Delhi and our family background during my growing years can be conveniently considered as upper middle class if not the effluent class. Overall, we were a very happy family. I remember how much I have loved my sister as a sibling during my childhood days. I am someone who has always been very good at studies and excellent in sports. I am 6’2” tall, and being fit is very important for me – these days also I am a regular to Gym and play badminton/tennis 2-3 times every week. I have a very strong built overall with broad shoulder and broad chest. Looks wise, I would say I have always been considered a good-looking guy.
Anyways, I think I should go right into the things you guys are here to read. So, like any other guy I believe I started to learn about sex when I was in 8-9th std. I had already exposed myself to porn during those days and jerking off while watching porn or staring at actresses’ pictures was a normal thing. By then, I believe I had already grown up to about 6 feet, and I was fit and very athletic. Most of the girls and boys in my class were already having bf/gf, however, I didn’t have any gf at that time. I also don’t remember if I had an emotional or sexual crush on any of my classmates or seniors or teachers at that time. So, in all, I was a normal kid back then.
If I must make a guess, it was around middle of 9th standard when a particular incident changed a lot in me and for me. We had an independent house/villa in Punjabi bagh backing on to a park. Parents bedroom was at ground floor and upper floor had a large hall type bedroom with attached bathroom and terrace. Upper floor belonged to my sister and me. We had our separate study spaces and our bed in that big bedroom. Ground floor, we had two bedrooms, one belonged to my parents and other was a spare/guest bedroom. Behind the bedrooms was a big empty space then (veranda/lawn type space) and then we had the high wall separating the house from the park behind.
On that night, I was watching a cricket match on TV. It must be around 10-11 PM. Didi (my sister) had already gone upstairs after dinner. Mom and Dad have retired in their bedroom after their respective busy days at the hospital. I still remember, the match ended, India won, and I was super happy and excited. And somehow, I didn’t go directly to first floor to sleep. Instead, I went to the back side lawn through the guest bedroom. Outside it was quite dark as no lights were on. I noticed the lights in mom-dad’s room were on though. And then I further realized that there is a small gap between the curtain and the window frame around one corner of the big window. I am not sure why I did it, but I just put my eye on that corner and tried to peek inside. Most probably that was an honest action that I had done just out of curiosity, but that action would bring a lot of changes in my life. As my eye was literally next to the opening between curtain and window frame, I could see almost 70-80% of their bedroom space including whole of their bed space. I put my eye on that opening and within a fraction of second I moved away. I was shocked that mom and dad were in the bed fucking each other.
Ever since the days when I had just started to learn about sex, I have been a very over-sexual person. It must have been over 20 years now since I learned how to help myself using my own hand. I feel that I have been very lucky and fortunate on the sexual front and had a life full of adventures and some very unrealistic and mind-blowing erotic/sexual experiences.
As I am starting to share my experiences with you, I want to stress on it and clarify that all these experiences are real and not a fiction of my fantasies. For some readers it might appear that these experiences are merely another story coming out from the mind of a pervert who had nothing better than writing this and jerking off behind closed doors. But I swear, all these experiences I am sharing with you are real – all these episodes happened with me in reality. Obviously, I will be changing the names of the characters and some of the words I use to describe a conversation that had happened at a certain time may not be entirely right word-to-word as it has been really long since they happened but the overall emotion and message will be the same as it had happened.
I belong to a well-off family. Both my parents are doctors. They met during their MBBS studies, mom was 2 years junior to my dad. Dad, an over 6-foot well-built Jat guy, fall in love at first sight with mom, a very pretty Punjaban. They got married when mom was still in last year of her MBBS. I have a sister, about 2.5 years elder to me. We grew up in Punjabi Bagh area of Delhi and our family background during my growing years can be conveniently considered as upper middle class if not the effluent class. Overall, we were a very happy family. I remember how much I have loved my sister as a sibling during my childhood days. I am someone who has always been very good at studies and excellent in sports. I am 6’2” tall, and being fit is very important for me – these days also I am a regular to Gym and play badminton/tennis 2-3 times every week. I have a very strong built overall with broad shoulder and broad chest. Looks wise, I would say I have always been considered a good-looking guy.
Anyways, I think I should go right into the things you guys are here to read. So, like any other guy I believe I started to learn about sex when I was in 8-9th std. I had already exposed myself to porn during those days and jerking off while watching porn or staring at actresses’ pictures was a normal thing. By then, I believe I had already grown up to about 6 feet, and I was fit and very athletic. Most of the girls and boys in my class were already having bf/gf, however, I didn’t have any gf at that time. I also don’t remember if I had an emotional or sexual crush on any of my classmates or seniors or teachers at that time. So, in all, I was a normal kid back then.
If I must make a guess, it was around middle of 9th standard when a particular incident changed a lot in me and for me. We had an independent house/villa in Punjabi bagh backing on to a park. Parents bedroom was at ground floor and upper floor had a large hall type bedroom with attached bathroom and terrace. Upper floor belonged to my sister and me. We had our separate study spaces and our bed in that big bedroom. Ground floor, we had two bedrooms, one belonged to my parents and other was a spare/guest bedroom. Behind the bedrooms was a big empty space then (veranda/lawn type space) and then we had the high wall separating the house from the park behind.
On that night, I was watching a cricket match on TV. It must be around 10-11 PM. Didi (my sister) had already gone upstairs after dinner. Mom and Dad have retired in their bedroom after their respective busy days at the hospital. I still remember, the match ended, India won, and I was super happy and excited. And somehow, I didn’t go directly to first floor to sleep. Instead, I went to the back side lawn through the guest bedroom. Outside it was quite dark as no lights were on. I noticed the lights in mom-dad’s room were on though. And then I further realized that there is a small gap between the curtain and the window frame around one corner of the big window. I am not sure why I did it, but I just put my eye on that corner and tried to peek inside. Most probably that was an honest action that I had done just out of curiosity, but that action would bring a lot of changes in my life. As my eye was literally next to the opening between curtain and window frame, I could see almost 70-80% of their bedroom space including whole of their bed space. I put my eye on that opening and within a fraction of second I moved away. I was shocked that mom and dad were in the bed fucking each other.
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