Gay Sex Story of the Neighbour’s Torment: 1
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So, now to our story…
Everything has a beginning, sometimes good, sometimes bad. I believe, no one turns Gay/bi on their own will, some become gay/bi to get the love they have missed, some in need of physical pleasure, and some are molested/misused/ or forced to be so, and that exactly was in my case.
And this the story of how it all began.
Those were my summer holidays, I was a young boy, I was a fair and slightly skinny guy, which made a lot of bully’s to pick at me whenever they needed entertainment, and that made me a wimp, easily scared, and bullied. I am the only son to my parents, mainly because they were not in a position to raise another one, (I didn’t know it back then, but now I do).
I lived in a single room, separated by a small wall, to accommodate kitchen stuff. We were not literally poor, not financially proper either. Mom and dad both had to work to be able to pay for our food, clothes, my school fees and shelter.
So mostly I was all by myself the entire day. I had a few friends around my house, but their parents were all either well settled or belong to joint families, so they had someone or other at home to take care of them.
I was rather jealous of them, none of their moms had any obligation to be working, and they were home at all the times to take care of them. It was a very hot day, and all my friends were in their lovely cool homes, which had either air conditioners or coolers at the very least, with TVs with a cable to keep them entertained.
I had none of such facilities, and my house was as hot as an oven at that part of the day. I could not sit at home any longer. But where do I go? It was very sunny outside and no one would come and play with me. Slowly I walked in the street, when I saw him, his name was Cedric, a 30 plus something man, who lived all by himself, just two houses away from mine.
He was a widower. He was quite a friendly guy. My friends and I used to call him uncle.
“Hey! What on Earth are you doing in this boiling heat outside, you will get a heat stroke!” he yelled at me. I was immediately scared, what if he tells dad that I was roaming around in the hot sun. I immediately turned to run back home, but he easily caught me.
Without him asking I started telling him about how hot it is in my house, and that I have no one to play with. He waved my excuses aside, “Come with me” he said and took me with him to his house. I was scared, was he going to beat me or something?
But he just smiled and said, “Don’t be so worried, you can watch TV in my house” he said kindly, “and I will give you some cold drinks too” he added and steered me into his house. Like most houses in the colony, it was an individual house, with a nice compound around with plants and shrubs.
He locked the gate once we were in, and took me to his house. I was too excited at the thought of TV and a cool drink, that I didn’t mind him locking the door once we were inside. There was an old fashioned cooler in the hall, which he turned on. It started making loud noise while pumping cool air around.
But instead of making me sit in the hall to watch TV, he took me into his room. “I have an AC there” he explained, ‘that cooler is just to make the walls cool down”. He said and took me in, we were in his room. He turned the AC and TV on. I happily sat on the bed watching the cartoons which I always wanted to watch.
He went into the washroom, to freshen up. He came out after some time wearing just a boxer short. He had a smooth wide chest, and a nice body (not that I noticed it back then). He came and sat down next to me, “Hey go wash and come, your shirt is wet with your sweat” he commanded.
Which I knew was not entirely true, yes I did sweat a little, but my shirt was not wet with it. But I didn’t argue, just in case he gets angry and sends me back home. “Remove your shirt here, so that it can dry under the fan,” he said, when he noticed that I was hesitant, he came to me, and started unbuttoning it himself.
Within a few seconds, my shirt was off me and in his hands, “Go quickly now, the commercials will end soon and the cartoon will start” he said, I immediately obliged him. He followed me to the washroom and started instructing me to wash my chest, armpits etc properly.
Once finished and drying myself, I moved into his bedroom, my shirt was nowhere around, “I dried it in the hall” he answered rightly guessing my question. Sit beside me, no one will come now, there is nothing to feel shy, he said, pulling me to his side feeling my shoulder.
Gay sex story of a youthful boy’s initiation into homosexuality!
After a few minutes, he started feeling my body with his hands, and I was pretty uncomfortable. But he took no notice. I tried to move away but he didn’t allow. “Lie down” he commanded, when I didn’t, he pushed me down, “Whatever is going to happen now, you should not tell anyone, or else, I will tell your parents that you stole money from my house,” he said sternly.
Then he half-smiled and said “Don’t worry you will like it, now keep your hands under your head” he barked at me, I was too terrified to refuse, and did as he said.
He slowly started ruffling my hair and started kissing my cheeks, then started licking my face and ears, then moved to my mouth…
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See you soon with the next part of the story.
Till then… Enjoy… Play safe.
Love,
Kishan.
