Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2023 20:38:20 +0700
From: vinoth karnan <vinoth02102@gmail.com>
Subject: CRUEL BOY IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD

CRUEL BOY IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD



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At last, Dheeraj's dream came true! Dheeraj got a research scholarship at
his favourite research institute in London. He was desperately waiting
for this moment to come true. He bid farewell to all his friends and
family in India and boarded the flight, with lot of hopes and
aspirations. He landed at Heathrow airport after 12 hours of
uninterrupted travel. After all the immigration and customs formalities
were completed, he came out of the airport to take a peek at the city. It
is beautiful! He boarded a taxi and reached the accommodations offered by
the company.

Dheeraj, a 24-year-old male, is in good shape. He stood 5 feet 10 inches
tall and had a medium build. He was a master's graduate in chemistry and
was selected for a fellowship at the North London university. He would be
given a decent salary, and his student cum work visa would be valid for 2
years.

Though Dheeraj was good in his studies, he was a hard-core pussy lover.
He never let any willing girl go without fucking the brains out of her.
Even the middle-aged women were not spared by him. There were times when
he fucked three different women in a single day. But He did not have any
feelings of love; he only fucked and forgot. If the call ever repeated,
once again, fuck and forget. That's the philosophy he followed in India.

The next day, he arrived at the university office and completed all
registration formalities. He met his guide, Mr. Richard, who was a
gentleman with many research papers in Organic chemistry. He introduced
Dheeraj to the fellow scholars and later discussed their forthcoming
projects and the work Dheeraj would be assigned. Once After his meeting
with his guide was over, Dheeraj was taken to the administration office.
Once again, he got confirmation about his pay roll and bank details, and
then he was told that Dheeraj should find accommodation on his own.
Already, he had saved some money in India. So, he did not feel this was a
problem.



For one week, he wandered around many places in London and finally
decided to rent a home in a decent neighbourhood. The location was closer
to his office. He could use public transportation to reach his office in
10 minutes. The location had a playground for kids, a cycling track, and
was very good for a jog either in the morning or evening. But the main
thing he liked about the neighbourhood was that there were a good number
of attractive middle-aged women. If he could play his cards correctly,
then his penis would sleep satisfied.

He relocated into the neighbourhood and occupied his home. His house
owner was a white guy and very appreciative about Dheeraj's work. The
initial lease for the house was fixed for one year. Then again the terms
would change. His home consisted of a living room, a bedroom with an
attached bath, and a small kitchen. He preferred to cook his own food, as
outside food in London was very expensive. The front has a small lawn and
a small parking space. He found the rent reasonable. It amounted to
one-fourth of his stipend. He could still save money from his salary once
all the expenses were covered, he thought to himself.



He started his work the very same week. Gradually, he was able to cope
with the change in climate and culture in London. He loved the cool
weather and scenic places that London offered. After returning from work,
he was trying to socialize with the neighbours. His immediate neighbours
were retired people, and the next neighbours were a couple with a little
9-year-old girl. Though he observed some attractive women, they were far
from his home.

Some weeks passed away. He went to the prostitute areas in London and got
his first taste of white pussy. Even the girls were impressed with his
performance, as he could perform the act three times in a night and
satisfy his partners on all occasions. For three consecutive weekends, he
met different women and created a good impression in the trade. But his
appetite for homemaking women started stirring in his loins. He
desperately wanted to fuck a woman who stays home and takes care of her
children and husband, unlike the whores who offer their holes to every
paying man.

After one or two months, one Saturday morning, out of boredom, he went to
the adjoining playground. There was no specific reason to go there. He
just wanted to kill some time. He went to the park and found some kids
playing cricket. There were around 10-12 boys, all in the age group of
10-13 years old. They were playing and fighting among themselves, which
was fun-looking. Looking at one particular blonde boy, Dheeraj found
himself suddenly heart wrenching. He was shocked himself; he never
considered himself gay, let alone interested in young boys.

He was very confident in his penis, which had measured several depths in
various women. But looking at this boy, who was around five feet in
height, Dheeraj felt his throat was becoming dry. He was confused
himself. He couldn't understand why he was feeling lost in the boy.



He was very confident in his penis, which had measured several depths of
various women. But looking at this boy, who was around five feet in
height, Dheeraj felt his throat was becoming dry. He was confused
himself. He couldn't understand why he was feeling lost in love while
looking at the boy. He tried to remember all his fuck sessions with many
beautiful women to clear the boy from his mind. In spite of his efforts,
his mind was wandering back to the same boy. Really, the boy had a very
cute, clear, and beautiful face. He wore a slight green T-shirt with
Khaki shorts. He wore sneakers and white socks. His hair was blonde and
beautifully spread around his forehead, falling on his eyes. His eyes
were tranquilizing blue, and Dheeraj thought that the kid had magnets in
his eyes. He was thinking of becoming the boy's friend. And the boy's
sheens are without any visible injury marks. Dheeraj was in a trance and
just kept on looking at the boy. Dheeraj was confused why was he thinking
of loving a boy?

The boys concluded their play and started going towards their homes.
Dheeraj blindly followed the boy. The boy had youthful energy, talking
and enjoying himself with two of his friends. Dheeraj followed the boys
from a fair distance. All the boys belonged to the same neighbourhood,
and the boy with whom Dheeraj fell in love was residing in the exact same
home, in the backyard of Dheeraj. Dheeraj blamed himself for never
checking the houses in the backward line. Once the boy entered his home,
Dheeraj returned home and was wondering, How the hell was he attracted to
a boy? He was sincerely trying to imagine all the beautiful women who
would make his penis hard, but it was no use. But once he started
thinking of the boy, his heart started beating fast.

Absent-mindedly, he started preparing his lunch. He thought of going out
in the afternoon to find a girl for a penis ride. But he was not getting
the horniness. His thoughts revolved around the boy. Went into the
bedroom and laid on his bed. Just thinking about the beautiful face and
blue eyes of the boy, he drifted slowly into sleep.

Afternoon, around 4.00, Dheeraj suddenly woke up from his sleep. The
first thing that came to his mind after waking up was the boy with
beautiful blue eyes. He couldn't comprehend why he was getting obsessed
with a boy. This had never happened to him before. He was making fun of
his gay friends in India, though he never really hurt them. All the
pussies he fucked hard during the last few years were swiped away. Only
the boy was swinging in his mind and heart. With the hope of catching a
glimpse of the boy again, he slowly approached the playground around 5:00
p.m. Already, some kids were playing there, but this particular boy had
not come there. With nothing to do, Dheeraj sat on the stands and looked
at the playing kids. His stare was blank. Preoccupied with the boy of his
fantasies, he did not observe that the boy had already come and started
playing. After staying in a trance for some 10-15 minutes, Dheeraj came
alive and observed that the boy was already there in the playground. The
boy was a good bowler and fielder, and he had a very flexible body. The
boy was fielding along the boundary zone, and when he caught the ball
diving his full length to the left, without his conscience, Dheeraj
clapped very hard. All the boys stopped playing and were looking at
Dheeraj like crazy fellow. When Dheeraj observed that he was the only
adult in the stands, he embarrassingly stopped clapping and kept quiet.
He felt ashamed when he observed that all the boys were looking at him
differently. Further, he was careful and did not make any noise.



Once the play was concluded, the boys started scattering to their homes.
Like in the morning, the three boys, including the particular boy
Dheeraj, along with his two friends, left the playground and were going
towards their home. Dheeraj followed them from a distance. The boys
randomly looked behind them and observed Dheeraj following them, but they
thought that he was going to his residence. So they did not mind. After
his lover boy entered his house, Dheeraj returned home. The same routine
of cooking, eating, and thinking of the boy Dheeraj became restless and
somehow fell asleep.

The next morning, immediately after waking up, the first thing that
Dheeraj started thinking about was the boy. He begrudgingly started for
the day and left for his research centre. He somehow concluded the day
and hurried home. Immediately, he changed into some casuals and hurried
to the playground. The boys were playing, and Dheeraj's lover was also
among the group. The playing boys observed the arrival of Dheeraj, but
they did not mind his presence. They were enjoying their play. And
Dheeraj was mindful of his behaviour, and he was careful not to draw any
special attention from the boys. As usual, the play was concluded, and
the boys started leaving for their homes. And as routine follows, Dheeraj
also followed the three boys. But he was lost in thought; he did not
notice that the boys started looking back and became suspicious that
Dheeraj was specifically following them. At the time Dheeraj observed,
the boys were whispering among themselves and entering their respective
homes.



The same routine followed the next day, and after the end of the play,
Dheeraj started following the boys. All three boys discussed among
themselves that they would let the stranger (Dheeraj) follow them, and
once Dheeraj started back for his residence, they would group again and
follow Dheeraj to his home. After his loving boy entered his gate,
Dheeraj turned back and started towards his home. The boy did not enter
his home; instead, he came out of his gate and started following Dheeraj.
On the way, the remaining two boys also joined the boy, and all three
boys followed Dheeraj to his home. Ignorant of the three boys following
him, Dheeraj entered his home and closed his doors.

The boys stayed at a certain distance and were talking among themselves.

Lover boy: What shall we do now? Shall we tell our parents that this guy
is following us?

Second boy: Yeah, that's better. They would take care of him.

Third Boy: No, first of all, let's talk to him. We will find out why he
is following us. If he is threatening, we can complain to our parents. If
he is not going to harm us, we would warn him not to stalk us again.

They discussed among themselves and ultimately agreed with what the third
boy said. For safety purposes, they carried one cricket bat-with them.
They waited for 10 minutes and started towards Dheeraj's home door.

Unaware of these proceedings outside, Dheeraj just took a shower and
dressed in a casual T-shirt and Basketball shorts. He landed on the couch
and started referring to his books for the next day's work. But he was
smiling to himself, thinking about the boy he had started loving. But he
was clueless about what he would be doing if he could befriend the boy.

While Dheeraj was immersed in his thoughts, he heard someone knocking on
his door. He was surprised. He was not expecting any guests. Wondering
who it would be, he went to the exterior window and peeked through the
curtains. He was shocked to find the three boys there, with a cricket bat
in their hand. He was scared to shit, thinking that they would beat him
up with the bat. The knock on the door turned into a bang, and Dheeraj
proceeded to open the door.

"Open the fucking door", the second boy with the bat in hand shouted, and
at the same time, Dheeraj slowly opened the door. The three boys were
surprised to see the scared face of Dheeraj, and it boosted their egos.
The boys forcibly entered Dheeraj's home and closed the door from inside.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you following us?", the lover boy
shouted at Dheeraj.

Dheeraj was shivering inside with fear, and he was sweating severely. He
was not able to talk because of fear. He got scared because of the bat
and because his secret got busted out.

"We are asking you, who are you, and why do you follow us?" The boy
repeated it again. The boy could easily observe that Dheeraj looked very
scared, and it gave them confidence this stranger was not threatening.
So, the boys relaxed themselves and started observing the interior. There
was nothing other than books other than the regular interior furniture
like the couch, TV, and kitchen.

Looking at nothing but books, the boys relaxed on the couch and were
swinging bat again at Dheeraj's face, and they were wondering why an
adult got scared of them.

"What's your name?" the second boy asked again.

Dheeraj wiped sweat from his forehead with his palm and meekly replied, "
Dhee......Dheeraj."



'What's your full name?" the lover boy shouted, irritated.

"My name is Dheeraj... Dheeraj Saxena," Dheeraj replied in a very low
voice.

"What is it? Dheeraj.... suck?' The boys giggled among themselves.

*I am Dheeraj Saxena." Dheeraj tried to sound confident, but his efforts
were useless. Still, the voice was very low.

"Where are you from and what do you do here?", looking at his different
skin colour, the boys inquired



"I am from Mumbai, India", Dheeraj tried to stay calm, swiping his sweat.



"Why did you come here? For study? What are all these books?", the lover
boy inquired.



"I work as a research scholar at North London University," Dheeraj tried
to reply confidently

.

"Now tell us, why are you following us?" The boys inquired in unison.



Since he didn't have a proper answer, Dheeraj tried to look at the boy's
feet in silence. Still, he didn't dare look at the boy's faces. He was
desperately longing to look at their faces but could not dare to do so.
The second boy rose from the couch with very serious intensity, and he
was trying to swing the bat at the television. Dheeraj abruptly took hold
of his hand and said "Please don't damage anything"



"How dare you touch my hand, you brown dog?", The boy got infuriated and
pushed Dheeraj on to the floor.



 "I am sorry... I am sorry, but please don't damage anything" Dheeraj
requested the boy, while trying to stand on his feet.



"If you don't tell us the reason behind following us, we will damage
everything", the boy threatened using his bat swing.

"Please. Please, I cannot answer that question. But I am not going to
cause any trouble. Please believe me", Dheeraj pleaded.



"You don't listen to words. Now I am going to break this fucking TV", The
boy lashed the bat hard at the TV, but in the last moment, he stopped his
moment. "If you don't tell the truth, I will not stop this time. I will
count until 3 and this TV will turn into pieces", he said, having said
that he started counting.

"Oh my god! Why don't you understand? Please. Please don't damage
anything. I am not threatening. If I tell you the truth, you will kill
me", Dheeraj pleadingly bargained.

The lover boy gently rose from the couch and came near to Dheeraj. "Look
at me", he told Dheeraj.

Dheeraj slowly raised his head to look at the boy he had started loving
recently. "Oh Boy!" He thought to himself. "How beautiful the boy is!
Cute cherry lips and those blue eyes! I can swim in those eyes for
years", Dheeraj wondered inside. "We will not damage anything, and we
will not hurt you. Tell the truth. Why do you follow us from the
playground?", the loving boy gently asked. For Dheeraj, the boy's voice
sounded like honey.

Dheeraj hesitantly looked at the boy's beautiful face and replied in a
low voice. "You will kill me if you come to know the truth. Or you will
hand me over to the cops. I came here with hope for a better future. If I
tell you the truth, my future will be ruined. Kindly forgive me. I will
not follow you boys anymore. In fact, I will never show my face again.
Kindly leave me alone. I beg you. Kindly leave me," Dheeraj said,
sobbing.



Looking at Dheeraj sobbing, the boys looked at their mutual faces and
were surprised. "Why does an adult cry in front of children?" they
wondered among themselves



Now the lover boy became serious again and warned Dheeraj with a stern
voice, " Enough is enough. We don't tolerate you anymore. Let us go and
tell our parents about this guy, Dheeraj suck something, who is following
us. They will take care of him."



Immediately, Dheeraj shouted, " Please don't do that. Please don't do
that. I will tell you the reason. Please don't do that", he pleaded
again.



Now the three boys were looking expectantly at Dheeraj's face. Dheeraj
hesitantly disclosed,

"The first time I saw you, I fell in love with you. I know it's a creepy
thing. It's like a pedo thing. But I am helpless. I wanted to be with
you. I couldn't understand what to do. But I wanted to stay in your
presence for more and more time, and I was scared at the same time. So
just in the hope that I could see you for some more time, I followed you.
This is the truth. Please forgive me. I will never bother you. I will
never follow you. Please don't report me to your parents or the cops.
Please."

The lover boy got shocked to the core. He never expected that some male
would fall in love with him. He was generally a straight boy and strictly
hates homosexuals. And for Pedo, all the talk from school and elders
injected more hatred towards paedophiles. Now one man is loving him,
which is utterly disgusting for him. The rage in him boiled
exponentially, and he started thrashing Dheeraj all over his body. "How
dare you brown pig that you are saying you love me! I hate you, fucking
pedo". Saying that he started kicking Dheeraj in all parts of his body.

The boy was in such a rage that he was not considering the damage he was
causing to Dheeraj's body. Both his friends intervened in between,
pulling the boy aside. " Calm down, Adam. Calm down. You will kill him.
He said that he would not follow, so let us leave him. Enough he
received. He will not come again in our way. Let us leave him." The boy
finally relented but told his friends, "One last kick for this pig. Never
to come our way. He should not even dare to think about a boy, let alone
any white boy "he said, having said that he came to Dheeraj, who was
already crumbling in pain. Adam gathered all his energy into his left
foot and kicked in Dheeraj's groin area, targeting his balls. Dheeraj
thought that he would die and collapsed in pain clutching his balls. Adam
disgustingly looked at Dheeraj, spat on his face, and left the room,
slamming the door !


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