Indian Gay Erotica of First Encounter with Neighbour’s Son

Indian Gay Erotica: My First Experience…. With Neighbor’s Son

Hi everyone. This is the first story of my real life experiences, more to follow if you like.

Till about a year back or little more, I considered myself a straight guy, never knew about my bisexuality till this happened.

I shifted to Kolkata about two years back for work, am fair, 5”9’ tall and have a personality of what a senior management executive in a big corporate would take. I live here all alone by myself and have rented a furnished flat on 10th floor. I like the place, particularly the living room as the large glass window opens to the sky and nothing is visible from outside unless one stands close to window. This offers quite a privacy to a man who is living alone not much bothered about his dressing ups.

Living alone also has a silver lining as I plan weekend parties with my colleagues in company. However, this is not possible every weekend, so when I am alone I usually sit in my living room with a glass of drink, enjoying the cool breeze from the window at 10th floor.

This December evening was another one of those when I had to be alone. While returning from my evening walk, I visited the Spencer’s nearby and picked up Old Monk, Black Label and other stuff that goes with it.

I arranged the setup on dining table, dimmed the hall light and went to take shower, planning to sip Old Monk with Coke, lying on sofa watching TV. I was just drying up myself when the doorbell rang. I was both surprised & annoyed; surprised as I never get any visitor here, particularly at this hour of evening and annoyed that this visitor will notice the preparedness on table. But OK, surely he would be here for less than minute.

So I just wrapped up towel around, planning to get rid of the person quickly. As I opened the door I found Arnab standing out there. Arnab is my retired neighbor’s son, who has taken break from his job and now preparing for executive MBA.

Arnab is about two inches shorter than me, fair, lean and always wears specs. We would usually cross each other during my evening walks else I would never see him. We hardly talked to each other except for some small chats at times that one does with neighbor.

So here I am, coming out of shower and standing at my door in a December evening with only the towel wrapped around my waist. Before I could say anything, he smiled apologetically for interruption and staring at my bare chest said “It’s very nice evening, I saw you bringing the stuff; can I join?”

I appreciated his bold frankness. “Sure, In fact, I would love the company”. I said, invited him in and asked “Shall I invite your father as well? Does he drink?”

He gave me an exasperated look like “Would I be here if he were there?” but he said simply “my parents are away for next three days”.

I switched on News on TV and gestured him to take a seat while I make myself presentable and return. I put on a T-shirt and Bermuda, tidied my hair and returned. I noticed that instead of sitting on sofa, Arnab had seated himself on dining table looking at my setup.

“Great! So?” I asked, “What would you like to have? Rum, Whiskey? I even have Absolute Vodka if required”. He wanted Old Monk only, large. I made large for him, mixed some ice and coke as he wanted. Prepared myself a large whiskey instead as I though quantity of rum may not be adequate both. I suggested that we go sit on sofa which is more comfortable.

He agreed, but instead went near the window, looking out of the window and sipping his drink he said “its heaven to have Old Monk in this chilly night”. I told him I wouldn’t disagree to that in the least, as Old Monk was my favorite winter drink. He stood there and finished the drink in abruptly. I cautioned him to be slow and asked if I should make another.

He just waved his hand in negation and went on to make his own drink, he was moving around with assurance as if he was in his own home and I was the guest. I noticed it was quite a hard drink that he made, double large with coke. He then came and sat beside me rather than the other seat that I expected him to take.

But I ignored the act, we started discussing the news items that was being played on TV. In minutes he finished his 2nd drink and went on for 3rd, this time it was neat. He noticed my worried look, gave a smile and said “Don’t worry I will be fine”. Though he said so but his walk showed that the alcohol had already taken effect on him.

When he came to sit on sofa, he fumbled and put a hand on my thigh to take a support and as it happened he landed very close to me, touching his thigh against mine. There was a faint odor of his sweat mixed with the smell of Rum in his breath. I looked at him, first time so closely. He was fair, unshaven for days, sort of undone hair, but his face was beautiful. Long sharp nose, pink smiling lips and brown eyes. I thought he must be a package treat for many girls.

As he sat there he continued to keep his hand on my thigh. The news channel was analyzing some viral videos on social media, suddenly asked “Sir, you know how these videos are made?” and without waiting for my reply he switched off the TV and said “I will show you, it’s interesting” and started browsing his phone.

He found something and said “Here it is” and came close to me to show his mobile. The chill entering from open window on my right was giving me little shiver and I started enjoying the warmth of his body on my left. I think I began liking the situation and his closeness that very moment.

By now he was high, pretending to be sober and continued getting closer. He teased me in between about me being slow and pointing out that I just started my second drink when he has taken the 4th one. I told him I drink to relax and not to get high.

While he was speaking he started caressing my thigh, reaching inner thigh once in a while. He was making the intentions quite clear but I was trying to ignore his act attributing it to his drinks. Ignoring also owing to the fact that he was at least 20-22 years younger to me and I was straight.

He made himself another drink and stood next to the window, he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the evening and despite my inhibitions I too was getting into the mood, sipping the Black Label. As if looking at him with a renewed eyes, I noticed his body. His slender athlete body was looking great in the track suit he was wearing, resting on the window sill making his buttocks look awesome. I think he caught me staring at him and smiled.

I hesitated and quickly shifted my eyes to the clock and was surprised that it had been about two hours we were talking drinking. I asked him if he would like to eat something, he ignored the question, came and sat on sofa, again very close to me. Pulled the center table and placed his legs over it.

While holding his glass in his left hand he put his right hand on my inner thigh, squeezed it and said “Thank you so much”. That squeeze sent a hot surge all over my body, I felt my face flush; the feeling I never expected a man would cause me.

I looked at him and said “Always welcome”. He once again squeezed my thigh, this time unhesitatingly brushing his fingers over my crotch. I was now finding it difficult to control myself.

I noticed for the first time, between his stretched legs resting on center table, that he wasn’t wearing anything under his track suit as his tool was clearly visible, erected.

He abruptly finished his drink, getting up he replied to my question sometime back “No, I don’t want to eat anything, but thank you so very much for this lovely evening. You have no idea how much I enjoyed….enjoying”. I was both relieved and disappointed; relieved because he was leaving while I am still in control, disappointed that I wanted him to continue.

I got up to see him off, as we reached up to the door; he suddenly turned and hugged me tightly, his eyes closed. Looked like he came to my flat right after his walk. His underarms were smelling sweat but to my surprise I was enjoying it. His body odor smelled like exciting fragrance. “To hell with the decency“, I thought and hugged him too; very tightly. He brought his lips close to my ear and said “This is what I actually came here for…sir”.

I was feeling his hot breath on my neck, he bit my earlobe lightly and said “Your hairy chest and dark nipples and your bulge everything is just amazing. I have been noticing them every time I got a chance and used to think ‘Someday I will have it all’”. Biting my earlobes, he was pressing against me, letting me know his hardness on my thigh.

I decided to let go my inhibitions and kissed him on his neck, it was salty but I still kissed again. I noticed he was sweating at this late hour of a December night, his breath heavy. Holding him close to me with one arm, I started moving my hand softly over his back, feeling him.

Smoothness of his tracksuit was adding to the excitement. He had started breathing rapidly but heavily. I slowly brought my hand to his hardness giving a gentle touch; he moaned loudly and pressed himself hard against my thigh, my hand sandwiched in between.

I slowly started caressing his balls, they appeared full and hard. He had stopped licking my earlobe, his eyes closed and was grunting & moaning regularly, he was surely enjoying immensely. Moving my hand upward I started feeling his tool, it appeared bent upward, like a banana but was rock hard. His precum had made the fabric wet.

I grabbed his tool and squeezed, just as he did to my thigh. He cried and then laughed pleasurably and tightened his hug. I let my left hand slip over his butt; feeling the softness and bubble of his butt. I was enjoying every moment of it. I once again kissed him on his neck and started licking his earlobe, moving my one hand on his butt and other on his tool; softly and slowly.

He was moaning, murmuring “God! Wow! Wow!!” and then suddenly holding me tight and close, he ejaculated inside his suit, I can still feel the shudder he gave and the way he slumped on the chair nearby; all drained but happily satisfied, his eyes closed. Though it ended much earlier than I expected but this was really fascinating.

I offered him water, he held my hand and thanked again; then pointed out towards my Bermuda that had deformed in a tent and had big wet spot on it. I smiled, trying to recall when was it last that I had secreted so much of precum.

He got up to leave finally and hugged me again. I did the same and thanked him for showing me this side of my personality and that I would be a different person now, I told him. He gave me a butterfly kiss on my lips, fondled my bulge and left.

I closed the door as I saw him entering his flat, closed that big glass window, poured myself a whiskey and sat on sofa. Recounting the last around 3 hours with Arnab and deliberating whether I really am straight or bisexual or gay. Feeling a guilt that was trying to dominate.

Indian gay erotica of a straight man’s first gay encounter with his neighbour’s son

I have gone through many personal & professional experiences in my life; faced many typical, strange situation and tackled them successfully. But tonight’s experience introduced a new me that had been within me all these years and that realization perturbed me a little. I was seeing my past in new light, many instances of sexual advances by people I came across; that I found unusual but chose to ignore.

My tool had softened by now but the wetness of precum on Bermuda made me uncomfortable, I got up leaving the drink unfinished, went to washroom, cleaned myself, got into a fresh Bermuda and went to bed.

Laying on the bed, I decided to ignore this evening with Arnab as one time encounter. After all he was my neighbor and I certainly didn’t want any complications.

I fell asleep not knowing that tomorrow Arnab will throw this decision of mine out of window and change me forever.

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