I never thought buying a flat next to Suhas would turn my life upside down.
My name is Raghuveer. I had recently married Priya six months ago and we had just moved into our new flat in Pune. Suhas, 34 years old, lived right next door with his wife Neha. Both couples quickly became close. We hung out often — weekend dinners, evening balcony chats, and family get-togethers. Suhas was easy-going, well-built from his morning runs, and had a deep, confident voice that I found strangely comforting. Within months, he and I had become good friends.
Then both families planned a four-day trip to Goa to celebrate our growing friendship. Priya and Neha were excited about shopping and clubbing, while Suhas and I looked forward to the beach and relaxed evenings.
On the third evening, our wives decided to go for a girls’ day out — shopping in Panjim followed by clubbing till late. They left the resort around six, dressed up and laughing. Suhas turned to me with a relaxed smile.
“Finally some peace, Raghu. Let’s go to the beach and catch the sunset.”
We changed into shorts and walked down to the almost-empty stretch of sand. The sky was turning a deep orange. We sat on our towels, opened two chilled Kingfishers, and talked casually. After some time, Suhas stood up.
“I’m going for a quick swim. This heat is killing me.”
He walked into the water, swam for a while, and came back dripping wet. His shorts and underwear were soaked. He looked around, realised he had forgotten his towel, and without thinking twice, quickly pulled down his wet underwear right in front of me. He stood completely naked for a moment, searching for something to dry himself with. His thick cock was semi-erect, throbbing slightly in the cool evening air, heavy and impressive between his muscular thighs. I had a clear, unobstructed view. The sight stirred something deep and primal inside me — a sudden, unexpected rush of heat that made my own cock twitch. I couldn’t look away.
Suhas noticed me staring. He grabbed my small towel instead of his own and started drying himself slowly, still naked, letting me see everything. He laughed softly.
“Kaisa hai, bhai?” he asked casually, with a teasing grin, nodding towards his own cock.
I felt my face burn, but the words slipped out before I could stop them. “Mazboot hai, bhai,” I replied, laughing nervously.
He raised an eyebrow, still standing there with his semi-hard dick swinging, and asked, “Tumhara kaisa hai?”
“Fuck off,” I said, shaking my head and walking away a few steps, laughing to hide my embarrassment and growing arousal. But when I glanced back, Suhas was watching me with a sexy, weird smile — his eyes dark with clear lust. That look sent a shiver straight down my spine and made my heart race.
We spent a little more time on the beach, but the air between us had completely changed. The casual friendship now felt charged with something dangerous, forbidden, and intensely exciting.
After the sun set, we walked back to the resort. The evening had turned a bit chilly. Suhas stopped outside his room and said, “Come over for coffee after a cold shower. It’s getting cold, and I could use one too. Neha and Priya won’t be back for hours.”
I agreed, but the moment I stepped into my room, nervousness hit me hard. Those ten minutes felt like an eternity. My heart was racing as I took a cold shower. Questions flooded my mind: Was forgetting the towel intentional? Did he plan to show himself to me like that? What exactly was going to happen when I went over for coffee? Deep down, I had a strong intuition that something more was about to unfold. Part of me felt scared, but a bigger part felt intensely curious. I changed into a loose t-shirt and shorts, my hands slightly trembling, and knocked on Suhas’s door.
He opened it wearing only a towel wrapped low around his waist. His hair was still damp, and water droplets glistened on his chest.
“Come in,” he said, his voice lower than usual.
The room was dimly lit. He had already made two cups of coffee. We sat on the edge of the bed, sipping slowly. The silence felt heavy.
After a minute, Suhas put his cup down and looked straight at me. “You were staring at my cock on the beach, Raghu. I saw it in your eyes.”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and raw curiosity. “It was nothing… just surprised, that’s all.”
He smiled that same lustful smile. “Don’t lie. I know you felt something. This is new for you, isn’t it? But I’ve wanted this since the day you moved in next door.”
Memories flashed through my mind. As a child, during a crowded local train ride, an older boy had accidentally brushed his hand against my ass while holding the pole. That innocent touch had sent a strange, warm flutter in my stomach that I never forgot. In my teenage years, I had felt an intense attraction to a muscular guy at the local gym — the way his sweat-glistened body moved during workouts used to make my heart race. I never dared to explore those feelings. Instead, I pushed them aside, got married to Priya, and convinced myself I was straight. Sex with her felt nice and loving, but something always seemed missing — a deeper, raw hunger that I could never quite name.
Now, sitting here with Suhas, that missing piece suddenly felt within reach.
Suhas leaned in and kissed me. His lips were firm and confident. I froze for a moment, nervousness making my hands tremble, but curiosity pulled me forward. I kissed him back. The kiss grew deeper, hungrier. His hand slid under my t-shirt, caressing my chest and pinching my nipples gently. I gasped into his mouth.
“Suhas… this is my first time with a man,” I whispered, voice shaking with both fear and excitement.
“I know,” he replied softly, kissing my neck. “Relax, Raghu. I’ll go slow. You’re safe with me. It feels right, doesn’t it? Like it was meant to be.”
His words calmed me. Strangely, despite the nervousness, everything felt comfortable — as if this moment had been waiting for me all along.
He pushed me gently onto my back on the bed and climbed over me. He removed my t-shirt and shorts, leaving me completely naked. His eyes roamed over my body with raw hunger. He kissed my neck, then moved down to my throbbing cock. As he took my dick deep into his warm, wet mouth and sucked me with slow, deep, sloppy strokes, I instinctively caressed his hair with trembling fingers. In that moment, my eyes fell on the wedding ring on my finger. A sudden wave of guilt hit me — *Oh no… Priya…*
I whispered breathlessly, “Suhas… are we sure?”
He lifted his head, looked straight into my eyes with complete confidence, and said, “More than sure, Raghu. Just relax.”
The next moment, his mouth returned to my dick, sucking me even more intensely. This was the first time anyone had ever sucked my cock like this. Priya had always found it disgusting and refused to do it. But Suhas was devouring my dick without hesitation, taking it deep into his throat, and the sensation was pure heaven. *Oh wow… I need this,* I thought, moaning loudly as waves of pleasure coursed through me.
Suhas pulled back slightly, his lips glistening, and asked with a knowing smile, “First time getting a proper blowjob, na? Feels like heaven, right? Only a man can satisfy another man fully, my dear.”
His words sent a fresh thrill through me. I nodded, unable to speak. Then I wanted to return the pleasure. “Suhas… let me suck you too,” I said, my voice shaky with curiosity and desire.
He smiled and shifted so we were in a 69 position. I took his thick, hard cock into my mouth for the first time. It felt heavy, hot, and slightly salty. I sucked him eagerly, trying to take as much as I could while he continued devouring my cock. We sucked each other hungrily, moans filling the room, our bodies pressed tightly together.
After several minutes, Suhas moved between my legs. He poured lotion on his fingers and worked two inside my tight ass, stretching me open. Then he positioned his thick cock at my hole and pushed in slowly.
The pain was sharp at first — a burning stretch that made me grit my teeth. But even through the discomfort, I didn’t want him to stop. The fullness felt too good, too right.
“Fuck… it hurts,” I gasped, “but don’t stop… please don’t stop.”
Suhas kissed me gently and whispered, “I won’t. Just breathe, Raghu. You’re taking my cock so well.”
He went deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried balls-deep inside me. The pain slowly melted into intense pleasure. He started fucking me with steady, powerful thrusts, his heavy balls slapping against my ass. I moaned shamelessly, my own cock leaking precum all over my stomach.
“Harder,” I begged, surprising myself.
Suhas grinned and pounded me faster, his thick cock slamming into my ass again and again. He stroked my dick at the same time. The combination was overwhelming. I came first — hard and shaking — shooting thick ropes of cum across my chest. Suhas followed moments later, groaning loudly as he pulled out and sprayed hot, thick cum all over my stomach and cock.
We lay there panting, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Suhas pulled me into his arms and kissed me softly.
To be continued
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