Gay neighbours story of horny and wild young men: 1
Gay neighbours story: Garv was a 21 year old Delhi boy, he was a closeted gay kid. A fair-looking, tall and handsome guy. Ab tak yeh baat kisi ko nahi pata tha ki voh gay hai. It’s been 2 years since he found out.
Whenever he looks at good looking men, he always wishes for being with them. He has been living alone in an apartment. The apartment next to his has been empty for a year and is constantly in search for renters.
It’s been lonely for Garv for a long time. Living alone in a city like Delhi does take a toll on you. But to save himself from boredom, he often enters the dark side of the web to watch gay pornography to which he masturbates his penis.
One of his small hobbies. His favourite being that of “Austin Wolf”.
At office, mostly he does his work alone. The only friend he has is Aditya, who has been with him since school. He was a kind- hearted and a good friend who was always there for him.
Aditya recently got over a break up, all he said about it was, “She just found out about my deeds” Garv liked him, not as crush though as he knew Aditya was straighter than a pencil.
“Did you know that Saran is married?” he told Garv.
“Oh, sach mein? Yaar!”
“Kya hua, feelings hai kya uske liye haha” he joked not knowing that there is truth lying behind his mocking.
Garv gave a uncomfortable smile and thought how he wasted his months thinking about Saran.
Going back from house, he thought of hitting the gym for a while. It was evening, so you won’t find a lot of people there at that time of the day. He started doing his regular workout.
The gym had only 7 people then. It wasn’t looking like it will increase. He went to a machine and started doing his workout, he was now all sweaty and out of breath.
He went to bathroom after a while and came back to see a new guy. Garv has seen him before.
“Must be a regular comer” he thought.
But then, the most weird thing happened, the guy started coming near to him. Garv dar gaya, yeh yahan kyun aa raha hai, he thought.
“Aapko pata hai ki Mr. Rajan kahan hai?” He asked, in the most polite way possible.
“Uhh, aaj unki duty nahi hai, he has taken a leave.”
“Acha. Dhanyawad”
He went away. An hour went very fast. Garv was over Saran. It’s time to move on from unrealistic fantasies and concentrate on work.
Afterall, he can’t do anything about it, the guy is married to a woman. He is not gay, he doesn’t like men.
“Hey!” a shout came.
Garv chauk gaya, usne yahan vahan dekha toh usse vohi ladka dikha. He was looking at Garv with a irritating face.
“Kabse yeh machine le rkhi hai apne!” He explained his frustration.
Garv got a little tempered. Iss gym mein aur bhi kitni aisi machine hai, isse kya problem hai ki mein yeh 1 ghante use kri, ya 1 saal, he thought.
“I’m sorry, but kya tumhara naam likha hai isme?” Garv replied.
“Likha ho ya na, par aap kyun baithe ho isme?”
“To exercise.”
“Han ab Karli na, ab utho.” The guy said childishly.
“Kyu-u-u-u-n” cried Garv. “Dusre machine mein karlo.”
“Nahi, I like this one.”
Are kya ajeeb bandha hai yeh, isse yehi machine chahiye..Garv ne man hi man socha.
“Uth jao please. Aur kuch karlo. Vaise bhi lag toh nahi raha koi asar padh raha hai tumpe” he said.
The comment made Garv angry and he said: “han tbhi toh occupy ki hai, Dumbo. Try try but don’t cry.”
At last, he gave up and went off.
Next day, he met the guy again, and by now Garv has already started to hate him. Possessive and insulting bastard, he always used to say to himself whenever he looked at him.
He doesn’t like such boys who just shouts at people.
One day, leaving the gym, he saw the guy standing outside under a tree. He was on his mobile.
“Han, theek hai, okay.” he said and then hung up. He saw Garv and made a weird face.
“Who was that? Your machine?” Mocked Garv, knowing that the guy is already frustrated.
“Haha, very funny” was the guy’s sarcastic remark. “Get lost”
“Huh, Mr. Khadoos.” Garv left.
Coming home, he remembered some hot guys from the gym. Their pecs thrusting out of their tight sweaty shirts. How when they exercise they moan just like someone would do when they are about to cum.
Their sweaty muscles that he would die to lick. They ripped biceps and triceps that could never be left unsucked. He imagined the biggest penises he could.
14 inches long, thick brown shaved penises that he would suck all day long. Muscles that he would worship for eternity. All he need right now is a man. A man to be with in a serious yet sexy relationship.
When Garv reached home, he saw that the apartment next to his was wide open. Somebody must be in looking at the apartment afterall.
He thought of introducing himself afterall they’ll be neighbours. Wonder who would it be. A girl? A boy? A family? Two girls?
He went in and saw the owner of the building. “Are, kya hua, Negi Ji? Apartment bik Raha hai?” he tried to ask.
“Haan beta, abhi paka nahi hai, phone mein baat Hui thi 30 min pehele paiso ki. Ab dekhte hai. Tumhe shayd koi dost mil jaye”
Garv doesn’t want any friends. He is happy with his only one single friend. He sees no reason in having more. After meeting that Mr.Khadoos, he doesn’t wish for any friends.
“Haha, mein koi lonely banda nahi. I have a friend. Good friend, actually. And I don’t need any.”
“Aditya hi chahiye?”
“Han” Garv ne kaha confidently.
He went to his home and ate his food, looking at porn and stroking his penis. His dick was hard and long and was ready to burst a huge amount of load. He watched different porns. Daddy-son, muscle, twink.
Gay neighbours story of horny young boys
Man bare-backing another man. Domination. Bondage. Nipple Play. You name it. After getting finished, he cleaned his sheets and planned to go to bed. But before that he had one last important thing to do–
Not knowing who the new neighbour will be, he went inside his home, he took out his diary and wrote few lines:
“Kahan hai jaa raha, krna hai pyaar to aa zara
kkehte hai, tu kr nahi skta Ishq kisi se
Toh mein koshish krunga– tu Zara toh aa
Kahan Jaa Raha tu vaapas toh aa– terpe Ishq ki krunga”
To be continued…
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