Gay gangbang story of wild fun in new town: 1
Gay gangbang story: Mein naya-naya shift huya thaa – iss shahar, aur iss building me.
Ek chhota sa shahar, a small town – maano, yeh tai nahi kar paa raha thaa ki puraa shahar banna hain ya wapas phir se gaon ban jana hain… aur tabhi, paas, ek bada industrial complex aa jaane se within a span of four years chaar bade aur kayii chhote factories lag gaya.
Dekhte hii dekhte aas-paas ke gaon se log naukri ke liye aane lage, aur basti badhta gaya… uss chhota shahar ko apna chapet me lete huye soon transforming into a bustling town… but a town still firmly rooted in its mofussil lethargy and habits.
Factories ke senior officials ke liye company housing provide kiya gaya tha, par mid aur junior level ke staff ko town me hii rehna padta thaa, kiraye pe.
And in those four years a lot of ‘flats’ had cropped up along the edge of town – shapeless structures of brick and mortar devoid of any aesthetics.
A couple months after college, mera job lagne ke baad jab mein shift huya toh aisa hii ek building me, top floor pe, muhje ek single bedroom wala unit rent pe mil gaya. It was one of the newer buildings, standing alone, away from the more crowded areas around the station and main road, a bit secluded.
Four storied building thaa – ground, first aur second floors pe do flats each (all occupied), aur third floor pe chaar single bedroom, attached bath wala bachelor units — and I was the sole tenant on that floor!
Aur maze ka baat yeh thaa ki uss building me ek basement bhi thaa – though, since sabhi kiirayedaar factories ke hii staff thae, doosre shahar wale – sab hii two-wheelers se apna kaam chalate thae, no one had a car, and most parked their scooter/bike in front of the building – so, the basement was pointless.
Uss basement ke ek kone me ek room bhi bana huya thaa, which served as the building’s watchman-cum-caretaker’s residence.
Factory me mein jald hi settle ho gaya, aur mera lunch and dinner bhi factory ke canteen me hii ho jata tha – bas, factory aur ghar. Waise town me toh kuch aur thaa bhi nahi – naa hii koi dhang ka restaurant ya hotel thaa, aur naa hii koi mall ya multiplex…
Ek purana cinema hall thaa, but it mostly showed old movies – there was no nightlife!
Kareeb 3 weeks hii huya thaa mera naya aur pehla job pe aur uss week I was doing the late shift – 2 se 10 tak ka – aur kaam ke baad kareeb 10.45 tak wapas apne building me pahuch gaya thaa. As I parked my bike in the basement I heard a strange, muffled sound… ek ajeeb sa awaaz… dabi huyii karahne kii, jaise koi chadam peeda se tadap raha hon…
Jaisa ki meine pahale hii bata chuka, basement me ek kamra tha – for the watchmen/caretaker – I wondered if he was ill or something.
Mein aahista-aahista uss kamre ke teraf badha toh awaaz thoda tez ho gaya, mingled with the soft sound of TV playing in the background… and as I approached the room, I also noted a regular creaking noise…
I was really worried now — was the man having some kind of attack – an epileptic seizure perhaps?
Hurrying forward as I got close to the room, the sounds becoming louder and clearer — saath ek ajeeb sa thap-thaape kii awaaz bhii — I paused with a start as realisation suddenly dawned… I could have kicked myself!
That was the sound of sex – the guy was having sex!!!
How stupid of me, I thought silently shaking my head, ready to turn around and make my way out of the basement, when curiosity got the better of me…
Meine phir dheere-dheere, dabe pao, uss kamre kii taraf badhaa — the door of the room was closed, but there was a window, and it was slightly ajar, toh mein uss khidkii ke taraf gaya… aur bilkul paas jaa kar dheere se andar jhaaka…
Kamre ka tubelight on thaa, shayad bilkul khidkii ke ooper hii thaa, aur uss tez roshnii me meine jo dekhaa… Uff… mera toh hosh-o-hawaas udd gaya… mein dang reh gaya!
Khidkii ke bilkul paas thaa ek chaarpaii, aur uss chaukii ke ooper woh watchman, pura nanga, chod raha thaa — his ass towards the window, heaving up and down as it powered his cock… and I had a complete and clear view of it… in fact, if I just reached in, I could touch his bouncing buttocks, it was so close!
His ass steadily rising and falling at a rapid rate… both pair of legs spread wide… and between those parted thighs I saw the watchman’s heavy scrotum flopping and swinging with his movements… and another pair of balls between the lower pair of thighs, tightly knotted…
Instantly realising with surprise, and shock, that he was actually fucking a guy!
The guy lay flat on the bed, on his belly… and the watchman atop, over him… his ass rising and falling at a rapid rate, sending his astoundingly thick cock ripping in and out of the quivering little flesh hole… making the guy under him groan and whimper — the same sound that had first drawn my attention, the sound that had led me to the window.
Mujhe maloom tha kii mujhe phoren chala jana chahiye, par mein khada raha, rooted to the spot – jaise mantra-mugdh ho gaya hoon – my eyes fixed at the point of their union… mesmerised as I watched the swollen, glistening shaft slide in and out of that grotesquely stretched hole… listening to the lewd sounds of sex: the slap-slap of flesh on flesh, the obscene squish of the rampant cock sliding in and out of that tight anus… and their lusty moans and grunts.
And as I stood watching… totally fascinated, I saw him speed up, the guy under him groaning even louder, suddenly lifting his ass up and slamming back at him…
They must have been at it for a long while, for now the watchman was fucking the guy with furious force, making him cry out… and then he shoved in completely, holding still… and I saw his ass cheeks flex savagely as he grunted… obviously ejaculating inside the guy’s ass…
The guy too let out a low, guttural growl, furiously rotating his ass… his legs flexing and stretching… probably shooting his own cum!
After about almost five minutes the watchman pulled out with a loud, obscene sucking sound, and I saw the white liquid gush out of the violently twitching hole…
“Chal, choos ke nikaal le baaki ka maal…” I heard the man grunt as he lifted off and got up on his knees.
I was so engrossed in watching the scene, or rather, that thick cock sliding in and out of the tiny hole, that mein bhool hii chukaa thaa kii mein bilkul paas khada hoon, aur wo mujhe dekh sakhte hain agar unhonne khidkii ke taraf nazar kiya…
And that’s exactly what happened – as the boy rolled over and was about to get up, his glazed eyes seemed to look straight at the window, staring toward where I stood… and at that moment I finally woke up from my stupor… quickly stepping aside into the darkness, and then ran out of the basement on silent feet… not stopping till I had reached my room on the top floor.
Kamre me pahuch kar me puraa haap raha thaa… kaanp raha thaa… lund bilkul tana huya thaa — I simply couldn’t believe what I had just seen, couldn’t get that image out of my head — those two naked bodies, that massive cock… the boy… and the raunchy sound of sex —
Ek arsa ho gaya tha, almost two months, since I had last fucked… and the sight I just witnessed brought home the condition of my enforced celibacy with painful clarity… making me miss the joyful experience of fucking an ass!
Jab woh ladka roll over kiya, meine usse pehchaan liya thaa… aur mujhe shak tha, I was almost certain, kii woh bhi mujhe dekh liya hoga, though I had pulled back and stepped away from the window.
Abhi time hain mein bataadoon aapko uss watchman ke barey: Vikas, yehi koi early-thirties ka hoga – medium kadd, gathiila badan, brawny and powerfully built.
Dikhne me good-looking hii kaha jaa sakta, puraa rustic, desi type… aur paas se guzron toh lagta kii koi sarson tel ka mill me aa gaye hon, he always smelt of mustard oil!
Waise, thaa kuch kaam kaa nahi – typical uncouth, small town slacker – sara dinn entrance ke paas ek khatiya pe baithaa, khainii chabate huye gungunate rehta thaa… aur beech-beech me gayab ho jata thaa.
God only knew where he went, but he’d be back after an hour, beaming like a thousand watts bulb, once more humming away!
Par thaa bada hii hasmukh, and friendly type… a bit too friendly I must add… always chatting up whenever we crossed path, his eyes roving all over… popping up at my door enquiring if I needed something, asking for a cigarette…
I didn’t encourage, but I didn’t mind too much either — after all, I had to work and live here, and such local people do come in handy and therefore I needed to keep them in good humour — aise log hii kaam aate hain…
Aur haan, mujhe thoda bahut help bhi kiya thaa woh – like guiding me to the saloon, the dhobi, the local market area… even getting me an electrician, and a plumber, when I needed one.
Aur wo ladka: a gorgeously cute, effervescent adolescent, shayad school ka bachcha thaa — chhota saa kadd, ekdam slim, bahut gora-chitta, bilkul chikna — lund aur demaag, dono hiilaa ke rakh dene wala!
I had seen him many times on my way to work and back, and somethimes at the building itself… always dressed in tight, skinny jeans and bright, colourful short tees. Dekhte hii maloom ho jata tha kii wo kisi bade shahar ka ladka hoga, par yaha kya kar raha thaa?
I didn’t know who he was, or where he lived, and I simply couldn’t place him – he plainly didn’t belong to this town, and yet, there he was!
Yes, I had wondered as I eyed him, and his amazing ass — uff, uska wo gaand ka ubhaar, maano jeans phaad kar abhi bahaar aa jayega — aur uss gaand ko dekhte hii mera pant me khalbali saa mach jata thaa, an unbearable tingle in my cock…
Par mein kabhi bhi kuch karne ka socha nahi because it was a small town and I was very new, and didn’t want any complications.
Gay gangbang story of a horny voyeur watching a fuck
College me kayee juniors ke gaand maara thaa, aur pados ka ek ladka ka regular basis pe maarta thaa, but after moving to this shitty town, the past almost one month, I’d had no sex. Aur iss town me koi decent bottom milne ka hope bhi nahi thaa… apps pe koi listing bhii nahi thaa.
Next morning as I left for breakfast, Vikas was at his post – khatiya pe baithaa – and when he saw me he gave a huge, big smile, “Kyu Babu, nashtaa karne jaa rahe hon?” the tone overtly familiar!
I nodded curtly, wondering if the boy had told him about seeing a person peeping in through the window… if they had identified that it was me watching.
“Aaj bhi doopahar ka duty kaa?” the smile wider, the eyes twinkling.
And suddenly I was sure he knew… I felt he knew… but how’d the boy know who I was? Yes, he’d seen me, but he didn’t know me.
Not bothering to reply, I walked out…
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