Gay neighbours story of horny and wild young men: 2
Fantasy gay story: It was a rainy Sunday. People were inside their houses enjoying the cozy weather of February. Who doesn’t love the smell of wet ground during rain. The weather was all romantic for lovey birds.
In Garv’s apartment, things were all dirty. His clothes were hanging from a thread and his yellow bedsheets were unclean from not being washed because of the rain.
It was time for going to laundry. So he grabbed his keys, dressed up, drank tea and went away. While locking his front door, he heard a loud sound. It was not from his rooms. It was from the apartment next door.
Must be cat, he thought. But Negi Ji doesn’t allow any pets or any kind of animals in.
Being a Sherlock Holmes that he was, he decided to search it up.
He entered the room to see a tall, well built guy, muscular guy. His black hair were hidden under a red cap. The room was half filled with furniture and the guy was hanging frames.
His ass was facing Garv’s. It was round, fluffy and TIGHT. “Would love to eat it!” thought Garv.
Beside him, was a broken glass and a picture of him and supposedly his wife. When Garv peaked, he was startled to see the face. He thought that THIS is the end of the world.
“Tum????!” He shouted loudly enough to scare the guy. The guy turned back was shocked too.
“You?”
“Answer me first” Garv said.
The guy from gym – now he is moving in next to Garv’s house! It was surprising and frustrating for Garv. He didn’t like this day anymore. It wasn’t cozy anymore.
It wasn’t romantic anymore. Instead it got irritating now. It got angry now. It got depressive now.
“Huh, I didn’t expect that you will follow me, stalker!” The guy joked but Garv didn’t laugh.
The feeling to taste and eat his ass was now gone long. He felt disgusted about that though for a while.
“Go to hell, Machine Guy!” He shouted.
“It’s Varun, actually” he said laughing. He raised his hands for a handshake but Garv refused it
“It’s Varun, actually.” Garv imitated him with a high pitch voice. “Fuck you and your name”
“Whatever, why are you here?”
“Mein yahan apne man se nahi aaya! You and I will be talking to each other more now. We are neighbours now, Varun ji” he said and turned away and went for his laundry.
All the while he hoped that something happens and that guy doesn’t move in, or maybe it’s better that he himself moves out!
After an hour, the rain stopped showering and the sky was as clear as a glass. It was perfect opportunity for Garv to clean his room which he did. After that he took out his dildo from his wardrobe and a lube.
He poured some lube in his ass and lube. He slowly took out his clothes. The cold winter made his nipples erect quickly. He thrusted the dildo inside his hole and slowly took it out.
He thrusted it back again and started to push it in and out. He moaned and sighed at every thrust his dildo made. By 10 minutes his hole was all loosen up.
It was warm from inside. Without any hands or any help, he cummed all over his bed.
A little while later he heard a knock on his door and to his anger there was Varun. He was standing with a box of sweets in his hand and a smile on his face.
His pink lips hid his teeth; the smile was gentle and kind.
“Ab kya?”
“Wanted to introduce myself” he said.
“Kar toh liya tha pehle, yaad nahi?”
“Haan but ache se nahi.”
“Uff, aaon ander fir.”
For over 45 minutes they talked. Varun was 25, from Dehradun and has been working as a Graphic Designer for 3 years of his life here in Delhi.
It came to be known later, that the girl was not hai wife( he is not even married), but his cousin. A big relief for Garv to know that he is not taken by someone.
Varun was a tall, muscular guy(almost as a bodybuilder), if you look at his arms, you could see veins all around then. He wore tight shirt and you could see his chest and nipple projecting.
Varun’s voice was sweet to hear yet full of hatred. Garv was a little charmed by him, but he didn’t show it cause he still hated him. After a while, Varun’s interest in music was revealed.
He was a typical Bollywood guy– Kishore Kumar to Arijit Singh, he liked everyone. Garv’s hobby of poetry came to the table too later. He showed his diary where writes all his work.
While reading, Varun thought that it was a mistake coming to his house, becuase Varun is not a “have friends” kind of person. He prefers to be alone.
But he was liking the poetry. They were love poems. Maybe written for someone he loved before, he thought to himself.
“Itni ghatiya kavitaein kaise likhte ho aap, Tagore ji?” usne bola. “I hate these poems, don’t ever write again. Pathetic, zyada poet mat ban, terse nahi hora vaise bhi”
He knew that Garv obviously got upset, he thought of saying sorry, but then his mind refused. He saw Garv’s eyes, they were shining from tears a bit.
He knew he hurt him. He could see tears on Garv’s eyes, although they weren’t too much.
After 45 minutes of talking he left the house. He liked the company a bit and thought that afterall this guy isn’t that bad. “Chii yaar ab toh iss bandhe se humesha baat krni hogi,” Varun ne socha.
“He is cute.” Were the only words Garv said for him.
Fantasy gay story of a horny guy imaging about his neighbour
A feeling started to develop in his heart, and he couldn’t stop it to grow. His heart was beating fastly. Maybe this is the one.
Maybe he is the Saran he is looking for. And who knows maybe he has a heavenly cock to worship. But above all– he really hope to meet him more for he is a sweet and dreamy guy.
He opened his diary, and saw a page. An empty page.
He took a pen and wrote.
“Mein tere liye pagal hua toh tu kya krega
Tere peeche peeche chalu toh tu kya krega.
Ab toh ho gaya pyaar, toh krle tu
Nahi rukega, kaha jara hai tu
Kaha jaara hai tu.”
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