Chapter 4 Part A - Then the First Arab

4 Part A

THEN THE FIRST ARAB

Just after Orkut got blocked in UAE, my Mumbai chat friend told me to make an account in Facebook. He said, most of the Arabs use this social network. Aha that is great, www.facebook.com I typed without wasting time and signed up with all the correct info. 

‘Now, how do I find gays?’ I asked my friend with a nudge.

‘Just search in the search box!!!!!’ he replied with 5 exclamation mark!

I know that, fuck... He must have thought I am dumb. Who cares!

Facebook search engine brought all the users, pages and groups with words Dubai and Gay. I categorised by groups – Gays in Dubai, Dubai gay guys, Gay, bisexual, straight guys Dubai, Sexy gay guys in Dubai, Dubai gay group and more and more...  I joined in 4 groups which had more than 1,000 members. I went through the wall posts; some were interesting (E.g.: Egyptian TOP, 30 years looking for smooth bottoms with place) some were funny (E.g.: Top here – only guys with soft and tight Ass message me) and some were racist (E.g.: 25 years, Middle Eastern bottom – TOP guys message me but no Asians plz) I also posted in all the 4 groups. The wall post was little racist too – “Looking for Arab friends in Dubai’. I had my real pictures in the profile because I trusted that, none of my village friends or family members would never come and see me in this cyber world.

Although my wall post subject specified that I am looking for Arabs; Two very interesting messages I got were from non Arabs; the first was from a sexy Argentinean student “Ronald” who is planning for his internship in Dubai and looking for friends, second one was from Ambrois, a south African interior designer whose hobby was photography: ‘Hello there, I am not Arab. I like photography, so I thought I should write to you because you have a photogenic face and a nice jaw line. Reply to me if you are interested’.

 I used to hate my jaw line when I was kid. Only after the age of 20 I figured out that, having a big jaw line is sexy.

‘Ok, why not, my number is 0502817234’ I replied and added two smiley icons.

Within half an hour I got call from Ambrois ‘Hello, How are you? It’s me Ambrois’ he sounded sweet and gentle. After 5 minutes of talk we decided to meet on a weekend.

On that weekend he came to pick me up in his white Yaris. He was a 30+ man with golden and black hair, baby face and slim athletic body. He was very kissable, but not my type. Though His beautifully designed 2 bedroom flat was my type. I was shy in the beginning. After few French kisses and hugs, photo shoot went really well. I liked kissing him but didn’t want to have sex with him.

He finds Indians attractive ‘you guys have a raw beauty. Very natural, nothing artificial, look at your skin, naturally tanned’ he laughed.

          Ambrois has a Filipino boyfriend and his pictures were on the table and wall. He asked me about my relationship status ‘Do you have a boyfriend?’

My village mind was too shallow to allow myself being in a gay relationship ‘Single! And will be single, I don’t think I will ever fall in love with a guy and be his Boyfriend’

‘hahahaha’ He laughed  ‘but I am sure, that so many guys want you as their boyfriend’

‘I don’t know’ I smiled. Flattering words always made me more confident. So I posed more confidently for the photos and got some nice pictures.

I used the new pictures in facebook. Two days later I got a message from a hot muscular, Tunisian guy Ghassam.

to be countinued

Chapter 3 - Part B Losing Virginity

 3 Part B

Losing Virginity

‘Mehbooka, No!  I never got fucked before.... Let’s do some oral’ I pleaded

‘Don’t worry, we will do it in a slow way, it won’t hurt! 

  Fortunately or unfortunately his cock size was normal and thin. It was not a real fuck; just inserting slowly inside halfway, keep it there for while and pull it back and repeat in a slow process.  I was not enjoying a cock in my ass at all, honestly it was very painful. But I was enjoying the fact that I am under a real man’s arms. Heat of his chest on my back and his hot exhale on my ears and alternate bite on my neck made it feel less painful. After few minutes I told him to stop. He did it without any hesitation. We did a mutual masturbation and came.

‘It was good, wasn’t it?’ Mehbooka asked lighting a cigarette. 

It was good. A drink before and a cigarette after - we did the usual sex routine. 

Next day early morning he dropped me back home. And whenever I felt horny I contacted Mehbooka and whenever he was horny he would call me too. We met and mate around 3-4 times in that month. Not real fuck but half fuck. 

‘What is your new year eve plan?' Mehbooka called a week before 2009.

‘No plans as such’ I said. I never had a New Year plan. I used to give New Year cards to friends when I was in college. Other than that I never had a New Year celebration.

‘Ok, then come to my room on New Year eve. I am having a party with some friends and cousins. I will be busy that day so I cannot come to pick you. You can take a Dubai-Sharjah bus; it has a stop in front of my building’

 I was excited. I never had a real New Year party in my village. There will be music, drinks and decoration like in the movies. I wore a nice jeans and T-shirt, the best from my wardrobe.  I reached there by 10PM. It wasn’t a gay party but it was guy’s party. Only men. More than 50 people, age ranges from 20 to 50. 

Surprisingly I met Fahad there. We exchanged ‘Hi’ and did not talk anything else. There was lots of food and boose. Party went on till 3 - 3-30AM and only me, Mehbooka and Fahad left at home. Mehbooka asked me to stay. Then I suspected that Mehbooka’s first call wasn’t a wrong number or coincidence. Fahad had given my number to Mehboobka. 

I went for sleeping in Mehbooka’s room and Fahad came into the room in a boxer and T-shirt. Mehbooka was watching TV.

‘Hello, how are you? I greeted him.

‘Good, you never called me after that’ He sat on the bed.

‘Yea, sorry, I was busy!’ I didn’t know what to do.

‘Do you mind if I sleep here?’

          “No, no problem, I will be back’ I got up and walked towards the toilet. 

What to do what to say, nothing came in my mind. I walked towards the living room without giving eye contact to Fahad. He was sitting in the bed with blanket on his foot.

‘Hey, I am going to watch TV for sometime’ I said and walked out of the room.

‘You did not sleep?’ Mehbooka asked.

‘No, I am not sleepy’ I sat on the opposite couch. A horror movie on TV.

After half an hour Fahad came all dressed back and told us that he is leaving. He realised that there is no hope to stay over. I didn’t say or ask Mehbooka anything about Fahad. After Fahad left we went to room and slept. 

Eventually I lost my interest in meeting Mehbooka and so did Mehbooka. He stopped calling me,  and I never expected his call either.

Chapter 3 Part A - Losing Virginity

3 Part A

LOSING VIRGINITY

After meeting Altaf, I didn’t find anyone interesting in Orkut. Got some messages, but my expectations were high and my standards had risen. But there is a horny moment in every gay’s life. You feel so horny that you want to meet someone, you won’t think much about your taste or expectation in that moment. In such an evening I was chatting in yahoo messenger with a South Indian guy “Fahad”, who speaks my mother tongue. His pictures look good, he is ready to drive to my place and I am horny. What more to ask!

While waiting for him, I lost my mood and got lazy. I did not take shower or got ready to see him. He called when he reached my neighbourhood. I walked to the landmark Spinneys supermarket in my shorts and T-shirt. Spinneys is not crowded like Lulu supermarket. It is quite expensive and normally Westerners buy from there. Their tomatoes look fresh like a cheek of a fat British guy and vegetables look beautiful like  nude blonds.  My brother and family normally go to Lulu though it was farer. When I was waiting outside Spinneys, I saw from far a typical South Indian guy in his neatly pressed trousers, blue check shirt tucked in and black shoes. He was fair with neatly combed black shiny hair and a nice smile. His eyes were big with thick eye lashes. He had baby fat on his cheek and it was glowing. He was tall and handsome but wasn’t my type. There is something missing in him that I want in a man. I could never figure out what is that little thing. Those who I find very sexy, my friends see totally not-good-looking, and when I reject some guys in clubs my friends are like: ‘are you stupid?’ I guess everyone has their own type, but my problem is that I can’t figure out what is that little thing in a man that makes me Horny!

‘Let’s go to my place?’ He asked.

It is always difficult to say No to someone on his face. So I acted busy ‘Sorry man, I have to be home in half an hour, my brother will be waiting there’

‘OK, then at least something in the car?’ he was horny.

‘Ohhh... In the car? This is Dubai, I am not ready to take a risk’ I acted naive and wise.

Finding excuses for everything means a NO; he realized it and we said goodbye.

Two days later I got a call from a guy called Mahboobka.

‘Hello, Lateef’

‘Lateef? Sorry, I am not Lateef!’

‘Oh, I called my assistant’s new number and may be dialled wrong, what is your name?’ He was friendly.

‘Sameer’ I told him a wrong name. The name Sameer is very famous in Bollywood movies. Either the Hero or one of his friends must be Sameer. So why not me being a Sameer. I am the hero in this story.

From my accent he got my home place and he said he is from the near city too.

We talked another 5 minutes. A middle aged business man, married with two kids living in Sharjah. There were no gay talks at all but I smelled a sausage cooking somewhere. He invited me for a dinner or drink on the weekend. Since middle aged men are always my thing, I accepted the invitation and was excited to meet him. 

On Thursday night (Friday and Saturday are the weekends in UAE) he came to pick me up in a black BMW. I am not a car fan. But expensive cars always turned me on. A handsome man in his late 30s with silver lined black hair and one day old beard with a smile and a cigarette on the lips. His hair was short and his face was sharp and long. He had an athletic body, not slim not fat. He had dark circles around his eyes, Small wrinkles near the eyes but it gave him an extra maturity. His perfume was telling me ‘sex in the air babe’. (He was the best smelling South Indian I had ever met) 

‘Where do you wanna go?’ Mehbooka started the conversation.

‘Anywhere’ I recommended my usual place.

‘That is interesting! Then let’s have dinner and drinks at Kaveri and then go home. Is your brother OK, if you don’t come back home tonight?’

‘Yes, weekends I am free. I told him that I might not come back home’

 He took me to a nice Indian restaurant cum bar. It had a north Indian Mughul interior and dark red lighting. We sat in a corner table for 4. It had an Indian candle holder with an artificial candle. Waitresses were wearing cream color Sari and blue blouse. They looked modest and sexy at the same time. Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan was singing in the background.

‘Hello Sir, long time... Where have you been?’ The girl who came to take our order seemed to know Mehbooka very well.

‘Long story’ He made the conversation short!

We ordered very spicy curry, Chapatti and Red Wine. We Indians mix and match every food and drinks. There is no food theory for Indians, especially Gulf Indians. I got tipsy after three glasses of wine. Compared to other drinks, wine gives me high sex drive.

 ‘Let’s go’ wine started talking. I talked all the way to his apartment in Sharjah. A two bedroom apartment with lots of family atmosphere; a small bicycle on the doorway, cartoon pictures on the wall, cryons and pencils on the table. White walls had pencil drawings.  The untidiness of the rooms explained that his wife and two kids were on vacation.

His bisexuality, mixed smell of his expensive perfume and cigarette made me want him so much. I did not feel guilty of screwing a married man. After all its just sex, I am not going to affect his family life in any ways. 

He kissed me on the door way, softly but very passionately. Our clothes fell off on the way to bedroom. He had a soft skin, and minimum hair on his chest. Unlike Altaf he was gentle in the bed. He kissed all over my body and made a 69 position. After the cuddling process Mehbooka reached his hands on the drawer of side table. I knew it was for condom.

to be continued