From Suhas
I had lived what everyone called a perfectly normal, settled life in Pune. At 34, I was married to Neha for eight years and we had a young son. From the outside, my life looked complete — a loving wife, a beautiful child, a stable job, and a comfortable flat. But the truth was far more complicated.
I never wanted to marry a girl. The marriage was sudden and arranged, forced upon me by the heavy expectations of my orthodox Brahmin Maharashtrian family. Coming out was never an option. Even thinking about refusing the marriage felt like betraying generations of tradition. So I did what was expected of me. I got married and tried my best to forget everything I had been before.
My bisexual desires had awakened much earlier. When I was 18, my own uncle had forced himself on me one night. It was violent and confusing. That unfortunate incident turned me into a beast for a few years. I fucked every man I could find — Tom, Dick, and Harry — with raw, merciless power, as if I was trying to punish the world or prove something to myself. It was dark and empty.
Then I met Sharad in my first job. He was my first real love. He loved me with all his heart, gently and completely. With him, I became human again. We both knew we could never have a future together — not in our world — but we loved fiercely until life pulled us apart. I used to cry for hours out of frustration, knowing there was no future for us. I would dream of running away with him — packing our bags and settling in Germany or Canada, where we could live openly like other gay couples, building our own little world without fear or shame. But reality is not the same for everyone. Life, family pressure, and societal expectations crushed those dreams. I was forced to marry Neha, burying that part of me deep inside.
Sex with Neha was enjoyable enough — I never disliked it — but something always felt missing. Her body was soft and beautiful, yet it never gave me the same deep satisfaction I craved. She was a good woman — kind, caring, and genuinely loving. She satisfied me physically with complete devotion. In the heat of passion, she even noticed how I loved grabbing her ass and playing with her ass hole sometimes more than vagina.. One night, in a moment of intense desire, she sat on me and pushed my cock into her ass. Ever since, we enjoyed anal sex too. She was such a lovely lady, always trying to make me happy. How could I ever betray her for my own selfish soul?
Yet, no matter how hard I tried, my body had needs my soul could never fully ignore. Deep down, I was still craving the kind of hug Sharad used to give me.
Then Raghuveer and Priya moved into the flat next door.
The day they arrived, I went over to help with the boxes. Raghuveer was 30, newly married, with a gentle smile and a firm handshake. The moment our hands touched, my heart nearly stopped. He looked strikingly like Sharad — the same quiet strength, the same warm eyes, the same gentle masculinity. It felt like love was visiting me twice. After eight long years of forcing myself to be straight and loyal, here was someone who reminded me of the one person who had truly understood my soul. Why not allow it to happen? My body and soul were both pulling me toward him.
Over the following weeks, we started chatting on the balcony every evening. Weekend dinners with both families became regular. I found myself looking forward to those moments more than I should have. Raghuveer was easy to talk to and had that same quiet masculinity that pulled me in. I started noticing the way his shirt stretched across his chest, the way he laughed, the way his eyes sometimes lingered on me a second longer than necessary.
I knew I was falling for him. Badly. And deep down, I suspected he might feel something too. I decided I would test the waters carefully. I wanted him, and I was willing to take the risk.
Then came the Goa trip.
Both couples decided to go together for four days. I was excited and nervous at the same time. On the third evening, Priya and Neha planned a girls’ day out — shopping and clubbing. They left around six, leaving Raghuveer and me alone.
“Finally some peace, Raghu,” I said with a smile, my heart already beating faster. “Let’s go to the beach and catch the sunset.”
We changed into shorts and walked down to the sand. After sitting for a while with cold beers, I stood up. This was the moment I had planned.
“I’m going for a quick swim. This heat is killing me.”
I walked into the water, swam for a while, and came back dripping wet. My shorts and underwear were soaked. I had deliberately left my towel behind in the room. I wanted Raghuveer to see me — really see me. I wanted to push him, to make him look.
Told him '' fuck I forgot my towel, don't mind " and without hesitation, I quickly pulled down my wet underwear right in front of him. I stood completely naked, letting the cool evening air touch my skin. My thick cock was already semi-erect, throbbing slightly with anticipation. I knew he had a clear, unobstructed view. I stood there longer than necessary, searching for something to dry myself with, giving him time to take it all in.
Then I saw it — Raghuveer staring openly at my cock. His eyes were wide, and he didn’t look away immediately. A rush of excitement and triumph ran through me. *Yes… he’s looking.* I grabbed his small towel and started drying myself slowly, deliberately letting him see every inch of my body.
“Kaisa hai, bhai?” I asked casually, with a teasing grin, nodding towards my own cock.
He looked flustered but laughed nervously. “Mazboot hai, bhai.”
I raised an eyebrow and pushed further. “Tumhara kaisa hai?”
“Fuck off,” he said, shaking his head and walking away a few steps, still laughing. But when he glanced back, I gave him my most lustful smile. I wanted him to know this was no accident. The air between us had changed completely. My heart was racing with excitement and nervousness. I had taken the first real step.
We spent a little more time on the beach, but the tension was electric. After sunset, as we walked back, the evening felt chilly. I stopped outside my room and said, “Come over for coffee after a cold shower. Neha and Priya won’t be back for hours.”
He hesitated for a second, then agreed.
Those ten minutes while he was in his room felt endless. My mind was racing — *Will he come? Is he nervous? Does he want this as much as I do?* When he finally knocked, my heart beat faster. I opened the door wearing only a towel.
“Come in,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
The room was dimly lit. I had already made two cups of coffee. We sat on the edge of the bed, sipping slowly. The silence was thick with tension.
Finally, I looked at him and said, “You were staring at my cock on the beach, Raghu. I saw it in your eyes.”
He swallowed hard. “It was nothing… just surprised, that’s all.”
I smiled. “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.”
He stayed silent, but I could see the conflict and curiosity in his eyes. I leaned in and kissed him. He froze at first, then kissed me back. The kiss quickly became hungry. I removed his clothes and explored his body. When I took his throbbing cock into my mouth and sucked him deeply, he moaned loudly and caressed my hair. I noticed him glance at his wedding ring and whisper, “Suhas… are we sure?”
I looked up confidently and said, “More than sure, Raghu. Just relax.”
The next moment, my mouth returned to his dick, sucking him even more intensely. The way he moaned and pushed into my mouth told me how much he needed this.
We moved to a 69 position. He sucked me eagerly for the first time, and the feeling was incredible. After that, I prepared him carefully and entered him slowly. He gasped in pain at first but begged me not to stop. I fucked him deep and hard, stroking his cock at the same time. He came hard, shaking, and I followed, spraying thick cum all over his stomach and chest.
Fuck that was awesome and satisfying after a so many years, how much I love this how do I tell anyone.
That night in Goa was only the beginning
TBC...
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