I’ve been getting a lot of negative feedback on my stories of late, so thought of making a fresh start. Got rid of all the crappy stories. Hopefully this one will turn out to be better than my other efforts.
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It was a hot summer day, the mercury touching 42 degrees Celsius and still climbing. Even though it was evening, it felt like a furnace. Thankfully I had the day off from work. The ceiling fan in my room barely provided any comfort. Living alone has its advantages, so I spent most of the day lounging around in my underpants, or naked. The heat was making me hornier with each passing hour.

Some time later I heard voices in the corridor and looked through the keyhole. Someone was moving in to the room just opposite mine. Two young men, about my age. “Good, at least I’ll have some company when I’m bored,” I thought, going back to my laptop to watch some porn.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang; it was one of the guys who had just moved in. “Hi, I’m Harsha,” he smiled, offering his hand.
“I’m Ashu,” I smiled back, shaking his hand.
“My friend and I just moved in, thought we’d introduce ourselves to our neighbour.”
“Sure, come on in. Would you like some cold coffee?” I asked.
“That’d be nice, thank you. This is my friend Puneet,” Harsha said, introducing the guy who just exited his room, locking the door behind him. We shook hands again and I led them inside.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I said, as I went to make some cold coffee.

“So, you live all by yourself?” Puneet asked, as I handed him his coffee.
“Yeah, I like the solitude,” I grinned. “So how did you guys zero in on this building? There aren’t many young men in this complex,” I asked.
Harsha and Puneet glanced at each other.
“Let’s say, where we used to live earlier, people didn’t like our nocturnal activities!” laughed Harsha.
“Ah, your girlfriends must have brought the roof down with their moaning!” I winked.
“Actually, no. We brought the roof down with our banging,” Puneet said matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, we’re gay.” Harsha added, again, in a no-nonsense tone.

To this moment, I have no idea what happened to me when he said that, but I remember that a wide smile had formed on my face, a smile “eager and excited” as the two of them later described to me.

I quickly recovered myself, but it was too late. They had noticed, and exchanged knowing glances at each other, knowing what I was up to. I tried to change the topic, but they just sat there, sipping their coffee, smiling at me. I gulped, I had been caught, it was all my fault and now I was wishing they’d leave, so that I could just go back to watching porn and jacking off. How was I to know, the night would turn out to be so different, so intense, so passionate, so memorable?

“So, Ashu, how many times have you done it?” Puneet asked.
“Err…done what?” I tried to salvage myself from the awkwardness.
“You don’t need to play the innocent fool here, man,” said Harsha, “how many times have you had gay sex?”
“Never.” I answered truthfully.

He put down his mug, stood up, walked over to me and placed both his arms gently on my shoulders.

“How about we show you the kingdom of forbidden pleasures?” he asked, gazing into my eyes.