Gay neighbours story of horny and wild young men: 3

Gay erotia tale: Hey, Garv here! After popular demands, here’s the next part to the story.

Read the from the beginning here!

He came inside the room. It was all lonely, it was a fine summer afternoon. Everything was hushed. He thought of doing his work. He opened his laptop and started working. After half an hour, Garv got tired from his work.

It wasn’t much fun as he can’t think of even one solitary idea and then he noticed a stain. It looked like oil stains from last night— which reminded him of lunch.

He took out a bread and fancied himself a peanut butter sandwich and continued his work.

He got free after an hour and decided to go to walk. Being a closeted gay boy in a big metropolitan city, it’s hard to look at other men with any thoughts. But his eyes straight went to this man.

He was about 45 or 50 years of age, muscular. He was out for a run, and being a summer time he was wearing a tank top which clearly showed his abs and biceps. He had hints of grey hair, and running made him all sweaty.

When Garv realised that he was embarrassingly staring at this random man, it was already too late because the man had noticed him and gave a smile and winked. That’s awkward. Wonder why he winked, thought Garv.

Next day, he again went for a walk, hoping to come across some guys exercising. To his surprise, he was that guy again. This time he was sitting exactly where Garv usually rests after his walk.

He looked at Garv approaching the bench and suddenly stood up in surprise as if he wasn’t expecting him but he was.

“Hey, I saved you a seat.” He said

“Umm, thanks I guess?”

The man gave a uncomfortable smile and sat beside Garv. It was getting darker. Lesser people were out in the park.

“You winked at me…” Said Garv complete out of the blue.

“Aah yeah,about that, I’m sorry. I don’t know what got—”

“No no no, don’t be. It’s totally fine.”

Interrupted Garv putting his hands on the man’s thick meaty thighs. It was obvious that the guy does a lot of leg exercise.

“Thanks”

They talked for a while, and one thing led to another and they shared their names. The guy’s name was Aashish. He lived just near the park and always comes out for a walk.

Garv was just about to walk away, when Aashish invited him to his house. He accepted the offer cause he lived just nearby.

Aashish was unusually quiet, he was maybe shy.
Unmarried, he lives alone in a small house.

Garv sat down on the couch and waited for Aashish to come back with water. They talked for 15 mins about each other’s interest and in no time were so close to each other that they can feel their breath.

Aashish was afraid, so was Garv. But that was what made it fun for them. And they kissed.

Their kiss lasted for a perfect 2 minutes. And soon, both were naked…his nipples were pointy and hard, the passionate smooch between them were making Garv feel them on his bare chest..

They were completely nude and hugged each other tighly, Aashish definitely felt cozy. The feeling of their saliva was making him mad, his buttery lips were dripping with it and Garv was licking it.

Aashish was a hairy daddy. Although they didn’t slept together but their small passionate moment was tingling in Garv’s mind even after he departed.

When he reached home, he was surprised to see Varun waiting for him at his door.

“Excuse me, you’re at the wrong door.” said Garv knowing that Varun was standing there intentionally.

“Meh meh– uh, Garv?”
“Han”

“Kal mere ghar mein party hai, choti si hai– mere dost honge aur kuch padosi bhi, tum aana pasand karoge?”

Garv was shocked, why is this guy who insulted his poetry inviting him to a party?

“Okay.”

“Cool, uh party kal 8 baje se hai, be there.” he went away to his own apartment.

Garv was still confused as hell. He didn’t know what was happening, is this some trick on him?

Next day, he went to mall and brought new clothes and shoes for the party to impress Varun. Little flirting may work a long way.

He found the perfect tight shirt, and perfect trousers which made his butt and crotch area stand out.

He arrived at the party precisely at 8 smelling like a blueberry cake. Varun invited him in and showed him around and introduced him to his friends with whom Garv got along very easily. His feelings for Varun were coming out.

He can’t fight this feeling, his heart is now too revealing. Even though it’s making him a fool, he can tell love when it’s true.

He saw Varun through a window, and it took his breath away; and he lost the floor beneath him and nothing was left to say.

After getting drunk, Garv was all in party mood. Singing one song after another, playing with Varun’s decor items. Or sometimes even hitting on a girl!

“Hey, Varun, it’s me, Garv!” Said Garv to himself at bathroom washing his face and all the drunkness at the same time.

“Hey Garv, it’s me, Varun!” he said again.

“Yo, Var-r-r-u-n, my boiii” he said again and laughed. Soon the laughter went out. “Ugh, mein kyun hi aaya Aaj”

He went to Varun’s room, hoping to tell his mind to him and declare his feelings. What could go wrong? I could always move out from the city! He joked.

He slowly opened the door to his room. And went inside.

There was Varun standing there in a quite weird posture.

He went straight to him and tapped his shoulders, and when he turned, Garv was shocked and embarrassed. Varun was with a girl. Not only “with”, but was making out with her.

His pants was unbuttoned, though not out, her shirt was little loosened up too. It was like Garv interrupted a sexy event.

Varun was embarrassed too, it was not at all a scene he wants his neighbour to see.

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Petrified, Garv started walking out backwards. “I thought it was the bathroom.” He lied. And went away, then came back — to close the door.

So, Varun is straight. Here is another stupid fantasy of Garv going straight to trash.

He went to his house, went to sleep. Next to his bed was his diary. Wind blew it’s pages and finally came to rest. The poem in the pages said:-

“Toh, aaj kya hai?
Oh, aaj mera dil dhadak raha hai.
Sirf tu aur mein, iss duniya mein.
Mein bhagunga, par kabhi tumhe chodhke nahi jaunga.
Toh, aaj kahan ho tum?”

To be continued…

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