10
Submarine Nights
One of the best things
being gay in Dubai is that 70% of Dubai population is men, 50% of men are Gay,
Bisexual, Bi-curious or Bi-horny. Though being gay is not legally allowed in
Dubai. Who cares, the cookies taste better only when your mom hide it somewhere
out of your reach, Right?
It had been two weeks since the
‘Submarine night’. Saad became more desperate to find his love since Rihan
started dating the cute Egyptian.
“He has a name, Saif” Rihan reminds me
every time I say ‘Egyptian guy’. Dubai made me use Country name over the
personal name.
“How is he in bed?” Saad rarely asks
sex related questions. He is a gay orthodox.
“Great, he has a perfect 7” cock,
sucks like an expert and very flexible in getting fucked. But the only problem now
is, he wants to fuck me, he almost tried last night, but man its fucking pain”
Rihan is versatile TOP; he enjoys
sucking but never wanted to get fucked.
“You will get used to it” I encouraged
him. “So how deep does it enter last night?” I asked.
“Introduce him to us, invite him and
we all can go to Submarine tonight” Saad interrupted the sex talk.
“OK, I will ask him to come” Rihan
seemed not to answer my question!
.......
Indians are famous for their lack of
punctuality but never knew Arabs were worse. Nicely dressed two Indians and one
Pakistani had been waiting for a cute Egyptian for the last one hour. He
arrived by 11:00PM. But he was worth waiting. He had a nice body which he showed
it off with a body fit black T-shirt and black jeans. His hair was short and
curly and he had a brown eyes. I doubted that his smile make global warming
more effective. Only thing that made me happy was his height, he was shorter
than me.
“Sorry, I finished work so late” Saif
apologised.
“Where do you work?”
“I work in a Saloon in MOE” His answer
made Saad happy.
That is the world, not just gay world,
you should see something lesser than you, to feel yourself happy and confident.
(Mostly 'classy' saloon guys are Syrians, Iranians, Turkish and Egyptians. They are sexy, but not all of them are gays. But they are ready to swing both ways. The saloon will be having a seperate pedicure and manicure section by girly , femme fetale filipino guys. Straight or Gay, Arabs, especially UAE locals like to get Pedicure and manicure in Dubai ;)
Saif did not want to go Submarine, but
with a sweet push from Rihan he accepted.
................
Submarine looked more colourful and
sexier than my first visit. Saw some familiar faces from the ‘After Party’.
Rihan
ordered two bullfrogs for him and Saif, I got a white wine for me and a beer
for Saad. Music was getting heavier and
I saw a guy looking at me from the other end of the Bar. He was just my type;
Tall, handsome with a beautiful stubble and smile. He was wearing a White
Shirt. Apparently most of the crowd were in white! He said cheers with his Beer
bottle from far. I did the same. Few minutes later he came next to me with a
sexy smirk.
“I
am Tareq” He introduced himself without any nationality enquiry. His lips were
dry and I felt like making it wet with my lips.
“Are
you with someone?” He narrowed his beautiful brown eyes.
“Yes,
I am with my friends” I answered innocently. I did not know that someone means
a special one.
“hahahaha,
I meant Boyfriend”
“No
no, I am single”
“Cool,
then let’s dance”
I
followed him to the dance floor. He put his hands over my hips and pulled
towards him. I could feel his bulge on me. The precious moment did not last
long. The Bouncer came and gave us a warning for dancing too close to each
other. So we went to join Tareq’s friends on the corner. Unlike Tareq, his
friends were definitely interested in my nationality. I could not stand his
pretentious friends. So I gave my number to Tareq and went back to my friends.
After 2’O clock and 2 drinks I was in
the middle of dance floor with my friends. Saad was shaking his hips like an
Egyptian belly dancer with another two guys, Rihan was with Saif making some
romantic moves.
Wine
always makes me 3 Hs – High, Happy and Horny. And the third always over rule
the other two, so I looked around for a possible fuck. Saw Ghassam (Chapter 4 –
THEN THE FIRST ARAB) from far waving his hands to me. I walked towards him.
That
night Saad went home with a slim sweet young Russian guy called Alan. Alan
liked Saad’s hip movements and asked his number. Saad liked his blue eyes and
cute smile, so gave his number. His place was in Marina. A big two bedroom flat
in a very posh building. Saad felt so happy; Alan is not only cute but rich
too.
“What
are your likes?” Alan asked by removing his Tshirt.
“I
like kissing, hugging and everything” Saad felt shy to say other ‘ing’ words.
“Are
you in to S&M?”
“S
and what?” it was the first time Saad hearing that word.
“Master
and Slave thing, when you were at the club shaking your hips, I wanted you
under my feet serving it!”
“I’m
not really in to feet”
“How
about some pain?”
“Pain?”
“Yes,
slapping and dominating while fucking”
“That
is fine” Saad agreed. A guy used to slap in his butt cheeks while fucking and
bite his neck while cuming. Saad always enjoyed that sweet pain. That guy was
much bigger than Alan. So Saad was happy to have the sweet pain from sweet
Alan.
After
a painless and short foreplay, Alan clutched his both hands behind in a doggy
position and entered in him and started the show.
“You
like it hard bitch?” first slap was on Saad’s face.
“Ouch,
don’t slap on my face!” Saad got angry but he could not move as he was under
Alan’s total control.
Second
slap was on right butt cheek, but with a belt.
“Ouch
Ouch, stop” Saad screamed in pain.
“You
are my bitch, you can’t say stop” Alan became more vigorous and moved his hip
front and back more dynamically than Saad did at the club, until Saad became a
Houdini to break away from Alan’s clench.
“I
don’t like this much pain, this is really painful!” Saad told his master.
“Ok,
then let’s do some dirty stuff” Alan sounded like an innocent boy.
But
Saad didn’t wanna know how dirty it’s gonna be! He started dressing. Alan
offered little less pain and less dirty. But Saad was scared to try for the
second time. So he left the perfect two bedroom flat in pain. Mentally and
Physically.
Meantime
I was at Bassam’s home.
to be countinued........
