Mumbai Tales-I

The Handsome Hunk

This is a story of the time when I was new to Mumbai. I joined an MNC here, straight out of college and found a flat to live nearby. I found this flat through a broker, as I did not know anyone around there and in Mumbai it’s pretty much impossible to find a good one without a broker. So the day I went around looking for flats with the broker, he showed some 7-8 flats but none of them appealed to me, partially because I needed to share it with a stranger, so hygiene was important and I wanted a big balcony, which isn’t that easily available in Mumbai.

Finally we went to see this flat at 19th floor, which had great balcony and two rooms. Since the other flatmate was at office, broker opened the flat and showed me around. I saw this guy’s room, neat, well decorated and most importantly, had a picture of him on the wall, where he was posing just like Jon Abraham in Dostana. I finalised that flat and told that I will shift the following day. The next day was Saturday, and I reached with my bags at around 1 in afternoon. I rung the bell, and after ages, a fit, athletic guy opens the door. I recognised him instantly as the guy in the picture the other day. Most importantly, he was wearing just a vest and boxers, and looked pure godly. I swear my look lingered over his crotch for more than five seconds. He then extended his hand, introducing himself as Ravi. I introduced myself, asked him if the broker has informed him that I will be shifting here from today.  He responded positively and welcomed me, apologising for not being dressed. I chuckled and said, “ That’s Ok. Now I know I can also roam around in underwear without you minding.” He also Smiled. I went to my room, to set it up and also to freshen up a little.

I took a long, refreshing shower and lied down on my new bed, still wearing only a towel as moving had been a little tiring. I couldn’t remember when I fell asleep, only to wake up to knocking on my door. I opened the door, still in towel which had ridden up to my thighs.

Ravi: Hey, you want to watch some TV with a beer maybe? I don’t want you to feel unwelcome here.

Me: Hey, Sure. I would love to. Just give me 2 minutes, I will dress up and come.

Ravi:(Chuckling) Oh, I thought you are just gonna roam around in towel now that you know I sport around in my underwear.

Me:(flirting back) The thought came to me, but I know as soon as I do that I will find you hanging brain all over the place(Being naked all over the place).

In five minutes, I joined him in living room. Some random Bollywood movie was playing on TV and there he was, sitting on couch with 2 cold beers, sitting in his Shorts and a red t-shirt. I sat beside him. I was also wearing my cute Pokemon t-shirt, which coincidentally has his red cheeks at same place as my nipples (wink, wink!!) and a set of Puma joggers. I opened my beer, cheered to a fantastic stay here and started chatting. I got to know that he works at a startup in sales, gyms regularly (Not a surprise there) and is originally from Bangalore. We started talking about lots of stuff, how long has he been in Mumbai, what all places to see around, where can I find good food etc.It was the month of May, and Mumbai in May is sweaty as hell. In no time, I was feeling hot, and even chilled beer had no effect. Even Ravi was sweating, then he excused himself, went to his room and came back in a tight fitting vest and boxers. 

Ravi: Here I am, back the way I met you. Too hot to wear anything at all.

Me: I’ll also go change, otherwise I’ll have to bathe again.

I also removed my tracks and came in boxers and my pikachu tee. Soon, we were bored of the movie and started switching channels. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Ravi went and answered, again in his boxers only. It was the Newspaper delivery guy, asking for subscription payment. Ravi asked him to come inside, while he went to fetch cash from his bedroom. The Delivery guy was a young, 18-19 year old boy, who was clearly interested in Ravi’s abs, because I could see his eyes not moving for even a second from them. When Ravi came back, Newspaper guy was staring at his crotch too. After collecting money, he asked if he could have some water. While Ravi went to get some, he started checking me out from the corner of his eye. I was enjoying this moment, but Ravi soon came back with a glass of water. He drank it, thanked us and left. Ravi closed the door, and then removed his vest also, complaining that he is sweating a lot and its sticking to him.

If I thought he was hot before, now he became a chiselled statue of male beauty. Such finely refined abs, bulging chest, with a speck of light hair strewn around, like flowers at the first dawn of spring. He saw me checking him out, and said,”Thanks. I know I am hot”, and winked.

I teased, “I was just wondering, if you hadn’t wasted time on building abs and done something productive instead, how good would that have been?”

He replied, “Then all those girls who die to spend a night with me, and feel these abs wouldn’t have been there, and you wouldn’t be sitting here getting hot on these muscles”, and laughed. I then genuinely complemented him on his work, and asked him to help me also get in shape.

Ravi: Dude, you don’t need to get in any more shape. You look good, and carry the right amount of weight.

Me: Yeah, but I am no you. I don’t have an endless parade of girls behind me.

Ravi: Well, I don’t know about girls, but I would have been behind you had I been gay. Dude, you are hot and very smart.

I blushed a little but moved on.

We settled on some Hollywood movie playing on TV and drank a little more. A little while later, he got a call and went to balcony while talking. It must have been important, since he was still on call and it’s already been half an hour. So I continued drinking beer, and as night gathered, it got more humid and sweaty. So I also removed my T-shirt and was sitting in my Jockey Boxers. All those beers had an effect on me and I was getting a little buzzed and also sleepy.

Then a scene came on TV, in that movie where the actor and actress were going hot and heavy at each other, undressing and kissing, biting on the neck, and I, being bisexual was a little turned on. Then she slipped her hand inside the hero’s underwear and instantly, somehow, my hand also reached inside mine. I was massaging my dick, still inside my boxers. Suddenly I heard the balcony slider opening, and Ravi walked into the living room. I removed my hand from my underwear in a hurry, but the tent was easily visible and I was very embarrassed.

Ravi: Bro, You could have at least put on some porn if you were feeling horny.

Me:(Defensively) Sorry, I forgot you were also here, and it’s not like I was masturbating.

Ravi: Hey it’s cool. I am just pulling your leg. I can’t tell how many times I have walked around here, sporting a full on boner.

Saying this he slapped playfully on my thigh, which was a little weird given I was almost naked. Our eyes met in that moment for like two seconds.

Then I changed the topic to how the beer is quite strong and the weather is still sweaty. I also covered my couch with a cushion to contain my shame. He then asked if I would like to play a game of Fifa in his room. I was unaware that he had a PS in his room. I love playing Fifa, so I said bring it on. We went to Ravi’s room, and my eyes again found the same, hot looking picture, though he was looking way hotter now, in his boxer shorts and glistening with a little sweat. I asked if it’s okay to light a smoke in his room, and he responded by lighting one himself. We started the game, me sitting on the chair and him lying on the edge of his bed, such that his face is at my crotch level. I ordered a big pizza in the meantime, as I haven’t eaten anything the whole day. I was good at the game, but he matched my level. In last few minutes, we were one goal each, and the game was heated. I was shouting at the top of my voice, asking ibrahamovic to dodge the defender and score a fucking goal. In the spur of the moment, I was not even aware that I was jumping on the chair and the tip of my dick was almost visibly out of my boxers and resting on my left thigh. Ravi’s attention went to it though, and he kept staring. That distraction proved enough for me, and I scored the winning goal with 43 seconds to spare. I jumped from my chair, yelling “Who’s the King of Fifa, that’s right, Varun is. All hail before the king.” Ravi high fives me, while I was completely unaware that a small part of my penis is still visible from my boxers.

That’s when the doorbell rings again. Turns it’s the pizza I ordered. So I went to collect it, and as soon as I opened the door the delivery guy (more like delivery uncle) was looking down towards my thigh. Anyways I took the pizza, but felt weird as to why he was looking down there, So I looked myself. That’s when I saw a part of my dick, including the head peeking out of the boxers. Embarrassed, I closed the door and then adjusted my dick. I was wondering whether Ravi saw that, and if he did, why did he not say anything. Anyways, I didn’t want to try anything with him, not that he wasn’t incredibly hot, But I was sure he’s straight and I didn’t want things to be awkward between us given we were roommates.

Anyways, I took Pizza to Ravi’s room, but he wasn’t there. I called for him and he responded from bathroom that had gone for a quick shower and will be out in a jiffy. I decided to wait for him, and just sat there. Now was the first time I was looking at his room in detail. Beside that poster also, he had many small pictures of himself, kind of how a model would decorate his room. There was one at a beach in Goa, another from his trekking trip to Himachal, one from his trip to Maldives with his family and one with his dog, apparently when he was young. Meanwhile Ravi called my name from Bathroom,

Ravi: Varun, Can you pass me the towel please?

Me:(jokingly) You forgot the towel and went for the shower? What if I weren’t here? Who would have passed you the towel then?

Ravi: If you weren’t here, why would I need a towel in the first place? I could just come out with my natural glory.

Me: Then assume I am not here. Let’s see how much guts you have.

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