Punawale Garden near 7Pd
There is one new cruising spot near Punawale Bazar there is pcmc garden closer to row houses,, so in eevning time there near washroom side in corner gay cruising and hook up is going on its near 7 plumberia dist road, near 7 pd soceity , garden name is: Punawale Garden. there is loo inside Reply/Post a comment
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LoveMatureMen | Posted On Jun 23, 2026
many comes there there is washroom too inside garden
and many labour class lives near by so they also come in evening |
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LoveMatureMen | Posted On Jun 26, 2026
too much cruising place as garden is having big jungle inside and lonely and washroom |
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LoveMatureMen | Posted On Jun 26, 2026
towards washroom last week i notice 2 guts enjoying and in garden till evevning normal couple also enjoys |
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RachitRai | Posted On Jul 1, 2026
Please share location of the garden |
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LoveMatureMen | Posted On Jul 3, 2026
JPPX+54R, Vishnu Dev Nagar, Punawale, Pimpri-Chinchwad, Maharashtra 411033
copy this location in google map its close SKY BLUE. AUNDH BRTS TURN |
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LoveMatureMen | Posted On Jul 4, 2026
i met a guy at kalewadi phata wearing white shirt clean shaven have moustache slim and around age of 40 , has big ***, dont even speak hindi or english , hardly speak hindi,
i met him 2-3 times casually i have fallen for him, he is from south Kannada he knows, after that i tried visit so many times to kalewadi phata i couldnt find him, but that day i came to this pcmc garden punawale there we walked in jungles and little bit of kisisng around 7 pm so dark, and then we did body fun in washwhere no one was there |
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LoveMatureMen | Posted On Jul 5, 2026
aww it was we jumped off the wall towards washroom area i enjoyed one of the man aah it was so awesome no one ws there it ws not at all dirty we did smooching and kissing in mid jungle bench too it was rainy and dark no one was there
this garden is bless for those who are not having place you washroom, you have total loneliness , you have jungle in mid and benches ,, all things you have to take care is gate closing and open time where pcmc guys keep standing , just directly jump of the boundary wall and go and if possible the washroom is at very corner side so no one come there
rather than going any other cruising spots like kalewadi phata or dange chowk this spot is awesoem full on privacy only thing is you have to bring your partner |
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LoveMatureMen | Posted On Jul 5, 2026
Location:Garden PCMC Punawale Near 7Pd Aundh Brts Road:-
हवा में गीली मिट्टी की महक और अनकही इच्छाओं का अहसास गहरा था। मुझे हमेशा से परिपक्व पुरुषों का आकर्षण (gerontophile) अपनी ओर खींचता रहा है—चेहरे की वे तजुर्बेकार लकीरें और वह गहरा ठहराव जो सिर्फ एक उम्रदराज पुरुष में ही होता है। ऑनलाइन ऐप्स हमेशा रूह के बिना, बहुत बनावटी लगते थे। एक पर्वतारोही और साहसी इंसान होने के नाते, मुझे असली रोमांच हकीकत के अनपेक्षित मोड़ों में ही मिलता है। हालांकि मैं डांगे चौक और कालेवाड़ी के पास रहता हूँ, लेकिन मैंने हमेशा कुख्यात क्रूज़िंग स्पॉट से दूरी बनाए रखी। सुरक्षा और शालीनता मेरी प्राथमिकता थी। लेकिन किस्मत को शायद कुछ और ही मंजूर था।
रात के करीब 8:00 बज रहे थे। दनादन बरसती बारिश ने आसमान को काले कंबल से ढक दिया था। काले-काले बादलों का पहरा था । स्थानीय बगीचे के भारी गेट हैरान करने वाले तरीके से अब तक खुले हुए थे, जो मूसलाधार बारिश से बचने का एक जरिया दे रहे थे। मैं अपनी गाड़ी लेकर अंदर गया और उसे एक बड़े बरगद के पेड़ की छाँव में खड़ा कर दिया। जब मैं गिरते पानी के पर्दे के बीच से वापस सड़क के किनारे आया, तो मैंने उसे देखा।
वह लड़खड़ा रहा था, लेकिन उसकी शख्सियत में एक अजीब सा राजसीपन था। वह किसी ऊंचे खानदान का लग रहा था—उसके कपड़े महंगे, बेहतरीन तरीके से सिले हुए और शालीन थे, हालांकि अब वे पूरी तरह भीग चुके थे और उसके शरीर से चिपक गए थे। वह पूरी तरह से शराब के नशे में था और तेज हवा के सामने अपने कदम संभालने में असमर्थ था। बिना दोबारा सोचे, मैं बारिश में आगे बढ़ा और अपना हाथ बढ़ा दिया। जैसे ही मेरा हाथ उसकी मजबूत, परिपक्व कलाई पर पड़ा, एक करंट सा दौड़ गया। ठंडी बारिश के बावजूद उसकी त्वचा गर्म थी।
"संभलिए..." मैंने धीरे से कहा।
उसने मेरी तरफ देखा। उसकी कनपटी पर सफ़ेद बालों की झलक थी और उसकी आँखों में एक तूफ़ानी समंदर की गहराई थी। उसकी आँखें मानों गहरा सागर थीं । उसकी नज़र में कोई डर नहीं था, बस एक गहरा, सम्मोहक आभार था। मैंने उसे उस अंधेरे, एकांत बगीचे के अंदर पहुँचाया। पेड़ों के घने झुरमुट के बीच एक पत्थर का बेंच था, जो तूफान के सीधे कहर से सुरक्षित था, लेकिन ओस और फुहारों से भीगा हुआ था।
हम करीब बैठ गए, ठंडी रात में हमारे शरीर से तीव्र गर्मी निकल रही थी। हवाएँ सर-सर चल रही थीं, और बूंदें टप-टप गिर रही थीं। उसकी महंगी कमीज अब पारदर्शी हो चुकी थी, जिससे उसकी परिपक्व, गठीली छाती साफ दिख रही थी जो उसकी भारी सांसों के साथ ऊपर-नीचे हो रही थी। शराब ने उसकी आवाज़ को धीमा कर दिया था, लेकिन उसकी इंद्रियों को और संवेदनशील बना दिया था। उसने एक शब्द भी नहीं कहा; इसके बजाय, उसने अपना भारी, गीला कंधा मेरे कंधे पर टिका दिया। वह निकटता नशीली थी। तजुर्बे से ढला उसका बड़ा हाथ धीरे से ठंडे पत्थर की बेंच पर मेरे हाथ से आ मिला। उसकी पकड़ मजबूत और सधी हुई थी—एक ऐसे पुरुष की पहचान जो जानता था कि उसे क्या चाहिए।
"तुम इस तूफ़ान में मेरे लिए साया बन कर आए हो," उसने फुसफुसाया, उसकी आवाज़ में एक मखमली भारीपन था ।
हमारा आंखों का संपर्क, जो एक मदद के रूप में शुरू हुआ था, एक गहरे, कामुक जुड़ाव में बदल गया। बगीचे के उस छिपे हुए कोने में, पत्तों की सरसराहट और बारिश की चादर के बीच, उम्र और अजनबीपन की सीमाएं धुंधली हो गईं। हर एक सांस जो हमने साझा की, वह कविता जैसी लगी; हर एक स्पर्श भीगी त्वचा पर लिखा एक मौन संदेश था। यह केवल एक शारीरिक मिलन नहीं था; यह मेरी युवावस्था और उसकी शाश्वत परिपक्वता के बीच एक अनकहा भावनात्मक टकराव था। इस वास्तविक दुनिया की मुलाकात ने वही साबित किया जो मैं हमेशा मानता था: कोई भी ऐप बारिश में होने वाली एक अप्रत्याशित मुलाकात के इस असली और दिल की धड़कन रोक देने वाले रोमांच की बराबरी नहीं कर सकता।
The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and unspoken desires. I have always been a gerontophile—drawn to the undeniable charisma, the seasoned lines on a face, and the profound depth that only a mature man possesses. Online apps like Grindr always felt clinical, devoid of soul. For an adventurer like me, who loves scaling trekking peaks, the real thrill lies in the unpredictable twists of reality. Though I lived near Dange Chowk and Kalewadi, I always steered clear of the notorious cruising spots. Safety and discretion were my anchors. But destiny, it seems, had its own map.
It was around 8:00 PM. The relentless rain had covered the sky in a dark blanket. The heavy gates of the local garden were surprisingly still open, offering a sanctuary from the downpour. I rode my vehicle inside, seeking shelter, and parked it under the canopy of a massive banyan tree. When I walked back toward the edge of the road, through the curtain of falling water, I saw him.
He was stumbling, yet there was a strange, regal dignity in his persona. He looked like a man of status—his clothes were expensive, tailored, and elegant, though now soaked through and clinging to his frame. He was clearly intoxicated, unable to steady his steps against the fierce wind. Without a second thought, I stepped into the rain and reached out. The moment my hand brushed against his strong, mature wrist, a jolt of electricity ran through me. His skin was warm despite the cold rain.
"Steady..." I said softly.
He looked at me. His eyes, framed by silver-streaked hair at his temples, held the depth of a stormy ocean. There was no fear in his gaze, only a heavy, seductive gratitude. I guided him inside the dark, secluded garden. Nestled deep between a dense cluster of trees was a stone bench, shielded from the direct fury of the storm but kissed by the mist.
We sat close, our bodies radiating intense heat in the cool night. The wind was rustling sharply, and the raindrops were pattering down. His expensive shirt was translucent now, revealing a mature, well-maintained chest that rose and fell with his heavy breathing. The alcohol had slowed his speech, but heightened his senses. He didn't speak a word; instead, he leaned his heavy, wet shoulder against mine. The proximity was intoxicating. His hand, large and weathered with experience, slowly found mine on the cold stone bench. His grip was firm, deliberate—the hallmark of a man who knew exactly what he wanted.
"You have come as a shadow of shelter for me in this storm," he whispered, his voice carrying a velvety heaviness.
Our eye contact, which started as a rescue, melted into a deep, sensual involvement. In that hidden corner of the garden, surrounded by the wild rustling of leaves and the sheet of rain, the boundaries of age and anonymity blurred. Every breath we shared felt like poetry; every touch was a silent text written on wet skin. It wasn't just a physical encounter; it was an unspoken emotional collision between my youth and his timeless maturity. This real-world encounter proved what I always believed: no app could ever replicate the raw, heartbeat-skipping adrenaline of a chance meeting in the rain. |
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LoveMatureMen | Posted On Jul 7, 2026
still active means what..
i had recent encounter ..place is like we have to bring out date here |
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LoveMatureMen | Posted On Jul 8, 2026
its written there on board and gate i think but if its close gay people or couple are jumping off the wall towards washroom and hooking up |
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LoveMatureMen | Posted On Jul 9, 2026
you hav to go with partner..its nt typical cruising place where u will get all shaking their *** like in dange chowk or kalewadi loo..here you can go with ur date or if ur good enough ttalk with random labour guys u can enjoy |
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LoveMatureMen | Posted On Jul 17, 2026
tonight around 10 pm some teenagers wwere nudely enjoying in mid junle inside garden |
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LoveMatureMen | Posted On Aug 1, 2026
it was awesome to enjoy labour man in washroom |
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itsme05 | Posted On Aug 1, 2026
Where did you found labou |
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Amanrajj | Posted On Aug 16, 2026
Ravet/ mukai chowk koi mature he ky mile ky sissy bottom hu |
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Kvilla | Posted On Aug 16, 2026
@amanrajj i am from k villa near mukai chouck |
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