Chapter 5 - Friends and Dubai

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FRIENDS AND DUBAI

Though my sex life was affirmative and thrilling in Dubai, I felt lack of good friends. I have family, colleagues but I don’t have friends! Ghassam is just a fuck buddy, we meet only for sex. Ambrois only by phone and Ron only by MSN chat. My mind kept telling me - you need gay friends coz you are officially gay now. After meeting Ghassam and Ambrois I was convinced that I need a gay friend, to share my feelings, to gossip about the sexy Egyptian guard in the office building, to go out and whisper about the hot guys passing by.

That is when I received a message on facebook from Rihan. A handsome 25 year old south Indian. He sent me a message for sex: ‘Wanna meet up for fun?’ 

 But I didn’t ask him the usual questions regarding top, bottom version or place issues. I thought he can be a good friend. His profile mentioned that he lives nearby, he’s also a South Indian and his pictures don’t look gay; A lot in common.

‘Let’s meet in Burjman Food court, this is my number 0502817234’ I replied to his message.

 We became friends easily. He was just two months older than me in Dubai. But he got more experience. He told me about the gay life in Banglore. The bars, the parks, other cruising places. I was in Bangalore for 1 year and I wondered why I never noticed such things. May be because I was interested only in straight or bisexual people at that time!! 

He gave me the first gay info about the cruising area in Dubai; Jumeira open beach. I couldn’t believe what he told me about Jumeira open beach:

          ‘Go to the beach on Thursday or Friday night after 10. Near the beach road you can see guys roaming around looking for their type. But the best part is in the water near to the rock, it is full of guys having sex in the water. It is mostly Pakistani, Indian and Filipino guys, some Emirati and Egyptians and few other Arab nationalities.’ 

My eyes got wide opened with curiosity. Is it possible in this country? Aren’t guys ashamed or scared to have sex in the water in a public place? Then I remembered what Ghassam said; Dubai is full of bitches, escorts, massage boys, money daddies and 24/7 horny guys. Yes gays are horny all the time so that explains.

Rihan also introduced me to a short slim guy Saad, a Dubai born-brought up Pakistani. His slight gay acting bothered me in the beginning. But his friendly and kind character made me not to care.

Rihan and Saad had slept together once. And Rihan didn’t really like it. Nevertheless Saad still has crush on him. But they are friends. I was so relieved having them. I could open up all my gay emotions and feelings I had been carrying since I knew I don’t like girls. I don’t have to pretend checking out girls, don’t have to talk about girls or their boobs, neither has to discuss about last night cricket match. In short I don’t have to fake anything. I can be myself! At least in front of them.

We talked all the stuff we like, all the stuff we did, do and going to do. That is when Saad noticed my little finger left out when I was holding a glass. I never knew it is gay. I am not camp or gay acting! But this type of little things! Is there anymore gay mannerism I am posting out in the public? I was counting myself as st8 acting. Now I know that I am not 100% st8 acting. I am gay I cannot act 100% st8. Can any gay act 100% st8? Deep inside they are all gay and it will come out in a certain way. I pictured all the guys I slept with; but I couldn’t pick out any of their gay acting except they sleep with guys.

Meeting Rihan and Saad on weekends became a routine. On a Friday afternoon, Rihan introduced a new idea. Get a massage and get laid. I have heard of Thai massage and other type of massages by Filipino and Chinese girls and the happy ending, but those are for st8 guys. 

‘I am not interested’ I wrinkled my face in nonapproving mode.

‘Why? Rihan stared at me for three seconds and continued. ‘This is Moroccan bath; you said you like Arab men! I saw one of the masseurs the other day, when I went to a shop next to it, and he is hot!’

Rihan explained how Moroccan bath is different from other massage parlours. When he cleared all our doubts, my brain, heart and mind shouted at at the same time, ‘Go for it, go for it’. 

‘But I am not sure about the sex! One of my friends told me; there will be a happy ending’ Rihan concluded.

“Anyway, let’s go and find out” Saad was thrilled like never before.

On that evening we went to Satwa in Saad’s Nissan Sunny. It was a small room on the second floor of the building with a Filipino guy as receptionist. The parlour was not busy. We were the only customers at that time. The receptionist said that it is usually busy at night. There were only two guys to give the bath. A young, slim guy with sparkling eyes and pale red lips and a mature tall but little fat guy with penetrating eyes and smoked lips. Rihan chose the young guy and I chose the other guy who is more my type. One hour sponging, scrubbing and all other Moroccan bath stuff, I am nowhere near the get laid part. I tried my best to make him feel that I need something else too, not just Moroccan bath.

My best was not good enough.

But on the next room Rihan had it all, except fucking. just because they didn’t have a condom. He started with touching, moved on to catching and then he gave and got blow job and the bath.  Unfortunately Saad had to pick my masseur as I finished first and came back with a hard on. Rihan went home satisfied, me and Saad Horny...

However, I didn’t have to remain horny the whole night. Around 8PM Altaf (Chapter 2 – PATTANS AND BISEXUALITY) called me and said he is in Dubai at his same friend’s place. I didn’t have to think twice before saying yes.

This time Altaf was in his Pakistani traditional dress Salwar Kurta. A light blue one. He looked manlier and raw in that dress. Altaf’s friend gave us an extra bed on the floor. That made our night little riskier. Last time we slept in the same bed so even if Altaf’s friend come out from the bedroom at the middle of night, we could pretend that we are sleeping. But this time we got two beds!! 

          After midnight, Altaf crawled into my bed. We decided not to remove any of our dress. In case we hear the door opening sound, Altaf will get enough time to move back to his bed. After few minutes of kissing and hugging, I lowered the backside of my shorts and he lowered the front side of his Pyjama. His cock was hard rock ready to fuck. I prepared my ass with lube. Then he slowly slid his tool inside and started fucking with a great care of not making noise. In 5 minutes he came, and went to toilet for washing and flushing the condom. I wanted to cum too so I went with him. He gave his hand and helped me to cum. We did a second round early in the morning.

          I went home with a sweet pain in the ass and totally satisfied.

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