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.