Chapter 9 - Sex, Love and Party

9

SEX, LOVE AND PARTY

          “We should go to Submarine next weekend for sure” Saad was so excited after listening to my last night experience.

But Rihan was more interested in the sizes “You should have taken a picture of it”

“How can I? The toilet was very dark” I defended myself. “By the way how was Jumeira beach?”

“We didn’t go, we went for a movie” Saad said in an upset tone.

Rihan’s room was in Bur Dubai too. Somehow Indians love to live in Bur Dubai. Same goes to Deira for Pakistanis, Karama for Filipinos, Jumeira for Emiratis or Marina for Lebanese.  A one bedroom flat partitioned to three bedrooms and a small living room.  Living room used as a shoe racket room. He was sharing Kitchen and bathroom with other two guys.

“So are you not calling Hani?” Rihan was curious

“I don’t know, I will call him only if I am very horny and desperate, otherwise I don’t think I can handle that eagerness!”

“So are you in love with Hamood?” Saad was always interested in love stories. He always wanted a steady boyfriend. And he doesn’t believe in one night stands. But Rihan was just opposite; he never meets the same guy twice even if he is super cute. He believed only in one night stands and no boyfriend. I was with Rihan since last night and now I am confused in between.

“Not really, I think it’s just an infatuation, but he made me feel to have a boyfriend” I said.

“Did you see his Boyfriend’s picture?” Saad asked.

“No, there were no pictures of him, in his room.

“How is this guy?” Rihan showed us a profile in Manjam. One close up picture, other two full size topless pictures. A cute, tanned guy with an athletic body. His dimple makes his smile sweeter.

“He is really cute, not my type though” I said

“Yea, your type is old, fat, ugly Arabs” Saad made fun of my type!

“No.... My types are men not boys, but I don’t mind if he is little fat or above 35 as long as he is sexy and man enough” I pinched Saad’s hand. “Ok, who is this boy?” I asked Rihan.

“He is Egyptian (Nationality comes first in Dubain’s talk), he is my date tonight” Rihan’s face litted up.

“ohhh.. So we are not going out together tonight?!!” Saad’s face dimmed down “and what is your plan?” Saad asked me.

“I will take rest tonight, I am really tired” I said.

We spent another 2 hours discussing Submarine club, Hamood’s and Hani’s cock, Abdullah’s car, Bradley Cooper and Justin Timberlake look alike guy’s sexiness, Tall Salman Khan’s attitude, Rich Egyptian’s villa, curly haired guys nationality and on and on and on until we get claustrophobic in Rihan’s room.

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That night Saad met a local guy who had been asking him to have sex with. A married, little fat, medium hairy, not really Saad’s type of guy, also Saad knew that it is gonna be just sex and nothing more can be expected. As they say - every dog has a day, it was the local’s day, I mean night. An adrenaline rush caused by my ‘A night with Hamood’ changed Saad’s principle of one night stand. However they had great sex at a cheap hotel room in Deira.

Meanwhile Rihan met the cute Egyptian guy for drinks at his favourite Neon Bar in Burdubai. He was cuter than picture, just Rihan’s type. After the drink Rihan took him to his room, and the most unbelievingly shocking thing happened; Rihan fell in love with him.

My night was as boring as songless Bollywood movie. Dush dush dush... dush dush dush... Last night’s music and scenes were dancing in the head. Hani, Hamood, Abdallah, Rami – Options flashed one after another like salsa steps. I can just dial one number and have fun out of the four walls of my room. But I didn’t want to go out that night, so I decided to spend rest of the night with family, TV and home food.

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“How come you fall in love?” next day Saad questioned Rihan as if he had fucked without condom.

“I didn’t plan to; he was so sweet, stylish and sexy” Rihan used 3‘s’ words to describe the guy and looked up remembering some special moments of the night.

“How about the Egyptian? Does he feel the same?” Saad asked. I couldn’t decipher whether Saad is jealous of Rihan or jealous of Egyptian. 

“I think so, he treated me so special last night also he sent me a ‘I miss you already’ message”

“hm... 'I miss you' message after a week means I miss fucking you but I miss you on the very next day means something, isn’t it Saad?” I looked at Saad.

“Perhaps” Saad Shrugged. Saad was upset for 3 main reasons

1.   He still has a crush on Rihan

2.   He was the one always wanted relationship; I and Rihan were against it till yesterday. Now Rihan has a date.

3.   He had a one night stand with not-his-type guy last night.

I didn’t know how to console Saad. Instead a phone call for

me added more oil in the burning mind of Saad. It was from Abdallah.

          “Hello” I answered

          “Marhaba, What are you doing tonight?”

          “Nothing particular, just with friends”

          “Great, there is a Pink party tonight at Ascon hotel rooftop; I will put you in guest list, It’s on the rooftop so don’t forget to bring a sweatshirt” he laughed for the last sentence.

          I really wanted to go for the party, but I didn’t want to give him a wrong idea that I am interested in him.

“Well, I will try my best but not sure” I said.

I did not try anything to go for the Pink party, but tried to make Saad happy by going out with him for a dinner and shopping.

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Chapter 8 - Exploring Dubai - After Party

8

EXPLORING DUBAI

AfterParty

          Afterparty was at Egyptian Businessman’s villa in Palm Jumeira.  Half of the crowd from Club were present there. 

After-party scene was exactly opposite from the Club scene. Unlike in the club everyone showed their intimacy and hidden feeling in the Villa. I saw the Bradley Cooper making out with a Justin Timberlake. I took a glass of water and sat on the beautiful leather couch monitoring public display of affection by the sexy crowd. Three guys started belly dance on Najwa Karam’s ‘Aam bimzah maak’

“You look lost” a young, slim guy sat next to me. He had large blue eyes.

I smiled.

“Where are you from?” He asked me before asking my name or introducing himself.

“India”

“I am Syrian” He told me as if that is his name.

Even though I was talking to the Syrian, my eyes were scanning Bradley Cooper and his Justin Timberlake. Bradley Cooper slid his right hand through the backside of JT’s Jeans. JT’s right hand was on Bradley’s bulge pressing in limited interwell. 

A tall version of Salman khan sat on the opposite couch blocking the movie. ‘Wow’ my lips pronounced without making a sound. He looked at me once and ignored me rest of the night.

15 minutes later Rami, Alester and Hani came. “We lost the direction” Alester said and sat next to the Syrian. Syrian said hi to everyone. I waited for him to ask everyone ‘Where are you from?’ But he didn’t.

“One minute” Rami excused me to go with him to the Bar.

“I like him, Do you know him?” he pointed his eyebrows to the Syrian.

“We just met” I shook my head.

Hani also joined us in the bar area. Alester was busy talking with the Syrian. Bradley cooper and Justin disappeared from their position, Tall Salman khan still in the couch. Hamood was nowhere in the scene.

“You free tomorrow?” Hani asked me in a heavy Arabic accent.

“May be, I am not sure”

“My number, call me” Hani gave me a miscall, I save his number as Hani Local.

“Come” Hani signalled me to follow him.

He went and opened a toilet door and signalled me to get in. He closed the door as soon as I entered. He was a different person inside. Silent serious guy became violent. He pulled me toward him and hugged me tight. I felt my bones are breaking. He didn’t kiss instead he rubbed his sharp thick beard on my cheek and neck and pressed my butt until I said Ouch. Then he pushed my head down and opened his jeans. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen. More than 10 inch and thick. Suddenly with no reason my mind changed.

“I have to go, Hamood will be looking for me” I got up.

“No go, First I cum, after you go” his English was bad. Then I knew his silence throughout night.

“I have to go, I call you tomorrow” I opened the door and went back to the Living room. I felt guilty for not having fun with such a strong guy and such a big cock. I have his number, I pacified myself.

          Dance floor had 6 dancers including Alester; a very hot number of Nancy Ajram. I sat next to Rami. Blue eyed Syrian had moved to the tall Salman Khan’s couch. Hani joined us after 2 minutes. His bulge was very obvious. He spoke to Rami in Arabic. I looked the mobile 4:45AM

“We are leaving” Rami said and got up to call Alester.

After few minutes Hamood appeared with a slim, dark guy. The guy had a curly long hair and a boyish charm. Somehow I did not feel jealous because my mind was filled with Hani’s Burj Khalifa. He said bye to Hamood and went out. What is his nationality! My mind followed Dubai rule.

“Shall we go? Did u have fun?” Hamood asked me.

“Yes I did” I got up. I said bye to Syrian. Tall salman khan turned his head to look at me only for a second.

The weather was very chilly in January Morning.

“Oh, wait here, I will ask my friend to drop us home” Hamood went back inside.

“Ya allah... shu ...........................................................................” Someone from behind talked to me in Arabic. I turned back. An average looking tall slim guy.

“You are from?” It was a third guy asked my nationality in a night.

“India”

 

“Oh I love India. I am Abdullah, Local”

He would have looked better in a local dress, I thought.

“I saw you were shivering, If you are waiting for someone, you can sit in my car” He showed his white BMW parked behind us.

Car was warm. Abdullah gave his mobile number and asked my name, age, period in Dubai, nature of work, phone number, MSN id, location and boyfriend details in 5 minutes. He was very friendly.

Hamood came with a fat short guy. He was wearing a tight white jeans and a very tight purple T-shirt which showed every extra fat in his body. He walked like a teenage girl behind Hamood.

“Thanks for the company” I said bye to Abdullah

“Call me sometime” Abdullah drove off his car.

Hamood and fat guy kept talking in Arabic until we reached Hamood’s place. I listened to them to understand. But there wasn’t a single English word in their topic.

          When we reached back to room, Hamood gave me a navy green Puma shorts ‘This is Roshan’s, you can wear it to sleep’

It was my size. I slept on one corner of the king size bed. I expected and wanted one more action at night. But Hamood didn’t take any initiative. Hamood might have had fun with the long curly hair - unknown nationality guy I guessed.

 Even though Hamood snored a little bit, I slept well till 11:30AM.

“I am leaving” I got ready by 12 and woken up Hamood.

“Why so early? You can go in the afternoon.” Hamood pulled and made the blanket proper and turned to my side.

“I have to go to Mosque” I said.

“Ah OK. Bye, See u soon’ Hamood said in half sleep.

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“Hello, last night was the best night” I called Rihan on the way.

“Why? Hamood got such a big one?” Rihan was in his usual mood

“I will come to your room in the evening, I will inform Saad also to join” I closed the phone keeping Rihan in anxiety.

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Chapter 7 - Exploring Dubai Part B - Party

 

7

EXPLORING THE CITY PART B

Party

“What is your plan tonight?” He asked while I was changing.

“Nothing as such, go home and then sleep” I smiled.

“Then come with me, I am going for clubbing, There is a gay club around” He came close and pressed my butt.

“Really?” I looked at his eyes. I was over the moon. Firstly Hamood is inviting me for clubbing; secondly it’s a gay club!

He wore tight blue jeans, black T-shirt and a red canvas shoes. He looked younger.

“It will be nice on you” he gave me a wooden wristlet.

After we dressed up, we sat on the living room for another round of drinks. He became more romantic physically and verbally making me more jealous to his boyfriend.

“You can be my second boyfriend” he said by pinching my nipple.

It was his drinks speaking. I wanted to say ‘I want to be your first boyfriend’

We left his apartment around 11-30 in a cab. The club was in Bur Dubai too. Cab stopped in front of the Hotel. Instead of entering the lobby, Hamood took me down to the car parking lot. I wondered first, why is he taking me to the Parking lot? Any open place fantasy!! But the nearing loud music informed that the club is in underground. An underground club with metallic cave like pass way. Two six something tall, large black bouncers smiled at us on the entrance. Hamood paid 200 Dirhams for the entrance. (In Dubai all men has to pay entrance in a night club. Most of the club has couple or mixed group policy – that a single or a group of guys can’t enter the club without a girl)

 

 I walked in with mixed feeling of nervousness and confidence. I looked around. The bar was on the middle of the club with Filipino and Indian bartenders, dance floor and DJ was on the far left from entrance. Few red couches and tables with reserved boards on every corner. DJ was playing house music.

Club wasn’t very crowded; 5-10 guys were dancing on the dance floor and more than 50 guys spread all over the club. After 12 more and more guys poured in. The crowd was good looking and classy. 80% of the crowd were Arabs.. mainly Syrians, Lebanese, Egyptians, 10% Ghoras and the rest Emiratis, Indians, Pakistanis and Filipinos. Everyone was acting very decent. No kissing, smooching or any such gay scenes. Just the crowd is gay and enjoying each other’s company and meeting new people. I really liked the club.

Hamood’s friend had a table. Very rich but old Egyptian business man. Hamood introduced me to him. He was very nice but his other two young friends were arrogant. I stood next to them watching a Bradley Cooper look like guy. But he did not notice me at all.

“Hey” someone poked me from behind.

I turned back to see my first admirer, It was the Jordanian I had sex with 4 months back. “Oh... you....” I couldn’t remember his name.

 “Are you with Hamood?” He asked.

“Yes, you know him?”

“Yea, but I didn’t know that you ARE his Boyfriend!”

Blood flushed in to my face but I had to say “No.... Hamood is not my BOYFRIEND, he is just a friend”

“Oh cool, then let’s go to the dance floor, I will introduce you to my friends”

I asked permission from Hamood and went to Dance Floor with Jordanian.

He introduced me to an emarati guy Hani and an Australian Alester.

“Where are you from?” Alester asked me (That is the first question a Dubaian ask to another Dubaian as there are more than 100 nationalities in this country)

“India”

“India?” he sounds surprised “You don”t look Indian! I thought you are Brazilian or Latin”

I didn’t know to take that positively or negatively “Hm... we have got same skin tone, may be my jawline?” I shouted so that he can hear coz of the loud music.

“He can be mistaken as an Emirati as well” Jordanian said

“How do you know Rami?” Alester asked me in a doubtful way.

 I got Jordanian’s name. Rami Rami! I repeated twice in my mind and said “We had sex once”.

We all laughed.

Alester seemed interested in me, but Hani was the sexiest among, he was tall, large and has a typical Emirati face, but he didn’t show any extra interest in me.

 “I will be back” I told them and decided to walk around and go back to Hamood’s table. After 10 steps through the sexy crowd, Rami stopped me from Behind.

“Hani and Alester .....................  number......................,”

“What?” I couldn’t hear properly. I closed my ear with a finger and bent close to Rami.

“Hani and Alester asked your number, Can I give?” he shouted in my ear.

“Why not” I was happy Hani also asked my number.

Bradley Cooper was still on the same place with another two gorgeous guys.

Music stopped exactly at 3AM and Hamood came to me and said “There is an after party, we are going there OK?”

“Ok” I walked next to him. I was pretending that I am his boyfriend. In one day my mind turned 160 degree. Yesterday I was finding gay relationship silly and stupid but today I am pretending that I have a boyfriend.

Chapter 7 - Exploring Dubai Part A - Party

7

EXPLORING DUBAI PART A

Party

On the way back home after having sex with a Jordanian, I realised that it’s been 10 months in dubai but I never explored the gay scenes of the city. In fact I know nothing but some sites where you can find guys.  I immediately called Rihan and complained.

He refused to admit that we didn’t explore at all

“come on, we had a Moroccan bath and you had an Iranian mouth” but promised me that we will do something this weekend.

But what? I asked myself. Dubai is not New York or London. It is a city where you can go to Jail if you are gay. Also I heard about CIDs in the city looking for gays to arrest.

          On Tuesday evening Rihan, Saad and I gathered for the usual 3some meeting. This time the topic was ‘How to explore the gay scenes in the city’.

Rihan suggested “as a beginning, let’s start from Jumeira Open beach on this weekend, the infamous gay night beach”.

“Yes its summer, so at least the water will make us happy” Saad approved

I felt the idea creepy “I was thinking something like clubbing or some decent places; Ghassam had told me about a Submarine club in Bur Dubai”

“Clubbing in Dubai need a girl for the entry” Saad said.

“Don’t worry man, Club we can try another time” Rihan promised me. “So this Thursday night we will meet at Burjman centre and can go for a drink at Neon Bar first”

“I don’t drink! How about Karama Bar restaurant, so we can eat and drink” Saad suggested.

“Ok” we all agreed and went to Karama souk for a window shopping!

          But on Thursday I got a message I had been waiting for; Hamood’s message. It was short and direct as before ‘Free tonight, wanna meet?’

At the excitement I forgot Jumeira beach plan and replied ‘Yes, after 8?’

1 minute, 2 mints, 5 minutes – No reply.

After 10 minutes he called “Hello, Where do you want to meet?” He sounds commanding.

“Spinneys next to Burjman?” I suggested my convenient place.

“ok, bye”. He disconnected the line.

Ok bye! That’s it? Wow. He is a gentle man. Like other guys, he didn’t ask my history or biology. Didn’t argue over the place or time. The thought of his picture in the profile already turned me on.

 But what to tell Rihan and Saad. Today is our big night! Prepared some lies and called Rihan to deliver it. Instead I told him the truth “Hamood called me and we are meeting tonight... So say hi to Jumeira beach and hot tub guys there.”

He was supportive on one condition “You can go, I will explain to Saad, But I need all the info tomorrow, including his cock size. Take a picture if you can.” Rihan was always supportive for every sex related issues with anticipating ears next day.

          Confronting Rihan was easy but it wasn’t easy to choose the dress for the sex date. After 2 hours struggling, I decided to be simple but elegant. Nothing can beat a blue jeans and white Shirt.

          I went to spinneys by 7.55PM and sent a message ‘I am here’ without expecting a reply. 5 minutes later he came in a black Bentley and lowered the window glass and waved his hands like a Bollywood hero. He looked above 35, older than what he mentioned in his profile But was as perfect as I saw the picture and read other details in the profile. He was wearing a black shorts and a yellow T-shirt. He had a short hair and trimmed beared. His eyes were red and had a just out of bed look. 

“So, my place?” he asked in a sexy way.

“Sure, where is your place?”

“Very nearby” he grinned. We didn’t talk much in the car, instead Maria Carey in ‘Virgin radio’ sang for us “Touch my body, put me on the floor... rustle me around”. I felt like Radio is reading my mind.

His home was in Bur dubai too, near Bank Street, 5 minutes walkable from Burjman centre. A well decorated one bedroom flat. Living room had 2 naked women’s and a naked man’s sculpture. Even the paintings were half or full naked human beings. In my expectation he was a kind of guy, take you directly to the bedroom and bang. But I was wrong; we started it in the living room with red wine, warm kisses and talk.

He pulled me to his lap and I sat on his lap facing him with my legs on both side. I felt his bulge on my ass. He bite my lower lip and asked a normal question in an unusual way “Boy, where is your boyfriend?”

Usually I say ‘I am gay, but I don’t see myself having a relationship with a guy bla bla bla’ but first time in my life, I felt bad that I don’t have a boyfriend!  I pulled up his T-shirt and said “I don’t have a Boyfriend” and ran my fingers through his chest and asked “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes, he is a cabin crew in Emirates” He opened my Shirt buttons, looked my body, kissed my neck and said “you have his same tanned athletic body; I love this type.”

He went down and down from my lips and tickled my stomach in an exotic way... I was enjoying every inch of his lips on my body, but at the same time I was feeling jealous inside with his boyfriend.

“You broke up with someone?” He removed my Jeans and placed me with my boxer back on his bulge.

“No...I never had a Boyfriend” I said and kissed him passionately blocking him from asking more Boyfriend questions.

“Why?” He asked as soon as I released his lips. His eyes and eyebrows made a curious question mark.

“Haven’t found the right one” I said. Did I say that??? It was a lie; I never looked for a right one to find one.

He got up, lifted me, walked to the bedroom and hurled me in his bed. He started licking from the toe and ended in my lips. He was an expert in sex (Most of the Arab guys are expert in sex, but Hamood was a step ahead), and his cock was an expert too. It was big, thick and rock hard; fit and juicy in mouth and didn’t make any pain in its movement in the Ass. Don’t know how long it took. I came first while he was inside, then he came on my chest. He roared while cuming like a Lion. He lifted me again and took me to the bathtub. 

We took shower together and I noticed his cock was still up and hard!!! With no reason, I felt more jealous with his boyfriend.

to be countinued