Hey Guys:
I thought I would share one of the latest episodes of my life with you all. Let me start from the beginning. I live in a community that is very diverse and it features a lot of restaurants and bars to appease various tastes. A little over a year ago, a middle eastern restaurant had opened a few blocks down from where I live. I would frequent it from time to time because I liked the salads and the gyros and the souvlaki sticks. Since then, I had became acquainted with the uncle, Frank who owned the place and his older nephew, Dean. These two guys are of Arab descent and very handsome to say the least. In fact, Dean had so many females seeking him out that I just assumed he was a "player" and not a one-on-one type of guy.
Many times, "Uncle Frank" would see me jogging or on my way to the gym and would ask me to stop by afterwards because he wanted to talk with me in order to get my opinion on some things he was dealing with. Back in May of this year, "Uncle Frank" saw me jogging and called out to me to say "Hi". He motioned me over and asked me to stop by later on before the restaurant closed because he had prepared some food for me to take home and to chat as well. After hanging out with a couple of friends, I saw the lights on in the restaurant and decided to stop in as I promised. Frank and Dean were there cleaning and closing up for the evening and both were happy to see me.
Once I entered the place, Dean grabbed me and gave me a hug and sat me down and started chatting about anything and everything. All of a sudden, his cell phone started ringing. He ignored it at first and let it go into voice mail. Within a few seconds, the cell phone went off again, this time, I suggested that he answer it. He excused himself and went to a corner of the place and started telling the person on the other end to stop calling him and that he will be there as soon as he finish closing up. (The reason I know this is because he was talking loud enough that where I was sitting, it was not easy to not to).
However, while he was on his way back to the table to resume our conversation, his phone started ringing again. He immediately went back to the corner and started in on this person again. I had assumed that it was a female on the other end, but to my surprise, it was brought to my attention that it was a guy because I heard him say "Kevin, I will be there shortly". Although, I was looking in another direction and Frank had came out from the back of the restaurant to give me a little conversation and a drink, I act as if I was not paying attention although he was talking loud enough for me to listen. When his uncle walked away, he was still on the phone and I heard him call this guy Kevin "Baby".
Once he finished his conversation, he came back over to the table and went on to imply that his "girlfriend" is really jealous and that he was seriously considering breaking up with her. I played along with it, but inside, I was going off like firecrackers because I would have never thought of him being gay or ...a closeted gay. The reason I say "closeted gay" is because as I had mentioned in the beginning of this story that I have seen him with a lot of women and that was the farthest thing from my mind.
He and I got up from the table and he took me into the back office of the restaurant and we engaged into a conversation with his Uncle Frank. Frank had given me this huge bag of hot food and I decided to bring the evening to a close and said my good-byes. Dean walked me to the door and asked me if he could have my phone number. We exchanged phone numbers and he gave me a hug and I departed to my place.
After I got home, I could not help but think about what I heard. My buddy Kyle had been calling me because he always check on me to make sure that I got home okay whenever we go out. I told him what had happened and he had suggested that I should play the "silent card" and let him play things out if there's anything to be played out. A few days later, I received a call from Dean to which he said he just wanted to say "Hi" and to see if I was okay because he had not seen me in a few days. We chatted for quite a while but I had to bring it to a close because I had classes. However, the next evening around midnight, I got a call and it was him asking me if he could come over because he had been out with his buddies and they were drinking and he was in the neighborhood. I told him to come on and I would put on a pot of coffee.
Once he arrived, I could tell that he was feeling pretty good. He sat down and began to let me know that he had broken up with his "girlfriend" and things ended pretty bad between them. I let him chat away about "her" and then all of a sudden, he asked me if I had a girlfriend and why he has not met her? As I've mentioned in earlier posts, whenever I see where my friendships with straight men is beginning to grow, I let them know that I am gay because if a gay guy who lives in the neighborhood and they know that I used to bartend in a gay club as well as frequent them, they would go out of their way to let the guy know that I am gay. Therefore, I think its best that they hear it from me and not from mere gossipers.
After I revealed this to him, he did have a surprised look on his face and when I inquired about it, he went on to say that "I would have never thought you were gay because you do not act like gay guys that I have seen in my neighborhood" (hmmm...okay). All of a sudden, he grabbed my arm and sat me down and began to ask me all kinds of questions in regard to me having a boyfriend to oral sex and anal sex. It seemed as if we talked for hours about me being gay and what kind of guys that I was attracted to. Once he had enough coffee, he decided it was time for him to go home. He gave me a really long hug and told me that me being gay would stay between he and I which I thanked him for.
Needless to say, after that night, I purposely avoided seeing him because after the conversation we had and from what I've heard from his phone conversation, it was very apparent that either this guy was gay or bisexual. Therefore, I thought it would be in my best interest to keep things platonic. However, later in the week, he called me and invited me to hang out with him later that evening. Initially, I thought of every excuse I could think of at that moment in order to get out of it, however, he was very persistent and would not take "no" for an answer. Later that evening, he had came by to pick me up. He complimented me on how everytime he sees me, he always noticed how nice I look. He then went on to tell me that he was taking me to a very special place that he does not take a lot of people to.
While driving to this "special place", whenever we would stop at a traffic light, I noticed how he would be staring at me as if he was looking through me. After doing this a couple of times, I decided to ask him what was he thinking? To my surprise, he replied "You know, if I was gay, you and I would make a pretty hot couple and we would be the envy of a lot of guys and girls to say the least". He started laughing but although I was smiling on the outside, I was pretty much taken a back. Once we arrived to our destination, I became somewhat afraid because he had taken me to a Middle Eastern club that is frequent by Middle Eastern men and only their kind. He immediately took my hand and told me "Don't worry, I got this..trust me that in my hands, you are safe and I will not put you in harm's way".
I shook my head in agreement and after we entered the club, the music and the banter of the guys talking came to sudden halt. You could not hear a pin drop. Everyone eyes were on me...Dean spoke out something in Arabic and soon after, the music and the talk of the patrons resumed. We were seated at a table and Dean ordered us drinks and the waiter also brought over some kind of a pipe with a huge bottom. This was a popular tradition because a lot of the men in the club were smoking them also. Dean tried to get me to try it, but I declined. A few minutes later, a few of the guys that he knew came and joined us at our table. They were very gracious toward me and included me in their conversation.
As I engaged into a conversation with a couple of the guys, I felt Dean's hand on my thigh. I looked down under the table and he grabbed my hand and was holding it tight. I looked up at him and he was gazing into my eyes with a smile on his face. I still decided to let him take the lead on this just to see where he was going with this. A few minutes later, he told me that he was ready to go and he wanted me to meet a few more of his friends. I said goodbye to the guys at our table and they gave me hugs and shook my hand.
Once we got into the car, I asked him why he wanted me to meet his friends? He told me that he had told them about me and they wanted to meet me. I was shocked at the fact that he would discuss me with his friends to say the least. However, he took me to meet his other American friends and they too were very nice as though they already knew me. After Dean excused himself to go to the restroom, they began to tell me that he talks about me all the time and that they knew about me being gay but they thought it was cool and had no issues with it.
After spending a little time with them, Dean then was ready to take me home. After we arrived to my place, he asked if he could come in for awhile. Once inside, we talked about the evening and so on. I told him that I was tired and wanted to go to bed. He then asked me if I would have a problem if he wanted to join me in bed. He noticed my hesitation, but insisted that its okay and I have nothing to worry about. We stripped down and he joined me in bed. He started cuddling me and kissing me on my neck. He asked me what I thought of him and to be honest. I told him that I'm beginning to believe that he is gay or bisexual, but he is apparently a "closet case". I then revealed that I had heard him on the phone with "Kevin". I also mentioned that he was talking loudly enough that I had no choice to but to hear him even if I did not want to.
He did not say a word, then all of a sudden, he started crying and saying to me that he cannot be a gay man because his family will disown him and precede to afflict extreme punishment on him as well. I held him in my arms and told him that I will not say anything to anyone, and if ever need to talk or vent, I will be there for him because this is something that he will have to decide for himself on his own terms. He then asked me to hold him close. All of a sudden, he pulled me on top of him and his hands roamed all over my body. Of course, he stopped crying and started kissing me. While he was kissing me, he was grinding his crotch against mine. He started moaning and grinding in a rhythmic motion. I immediately stopped him and asked are you sure you want to do this because I value your friendship more so than a sexual fling. Right then and there, he stuck his tongue down my throat and preceded to take off my underwear and his also.
To tell the truth, our little interaction was nothing more than kissing and touching and a lot of frottage. However, what really caught me off guard was that he was moaning loudly and whispering dirty talk in between kissing me. He also lift his body off the bed and asked me to grip his ass while we grind our cocks together. We continued with this and the more I gripped his hot ass..which is really nice by the way, the louder and more aggressive he got into it. When he came, he gave out such a loud scream that I wondered what he would have done if we actually had full on sex. However, I have to say that I did enjoy what we did but I was scared of what will happen with us now?..what is he expecting now?
After I came, he held me tight and whispered "Don't clean it up, I want to lay in it". We fell asleep, holding each other tight. A few hours later, he woked me up to start again. Afterwards, we fell asleep, and when daylight began to surfaced, he got up and said he had to go and will talk to me later. Unfortunately, we did not talk much or saw very little of each other afterwards. This was something that I was afraid of. Nonetheless, I decided to just let it go and concentrate on my studies and my future endeavors. Now, the reason I am writing this is because over the Labor Day weekend, his Uncle Frank had came to my place to pay me a visit. At first, I thought he had found out about what had happened between me and Dean, but he wanted me to help him with some paperwork.
After completing the paperwork, he asked me to help him move some supplies out of his truck into the storage room of the restaurant. Needless to say, Dean was there. When he saw me, he looked surprised, but he came over and to say "Hi" and gave me a huge hug. He started chatting with me a little and I was cordial but decided to cut it short in a pleasant manner. Later that evening, I was invited to a barbeque, and one of my closest friends had went with me. However, when I arrived home, I was very startled to see Dean had been sitting in his car in front of my place, waiting for me. He jumped out and asked me if he could come in and talk. He said he really needed to talk to me. I told him that I was not in the mood and to call me later the following day. He insisted and kept pleading for me to give him some time. I hesitantly gave in and told him okay. Once inside, he went on to tell me how confused he is about his sexuality and how he can't stop thinking about me but he is afraid to come out as a gay man. Again, I told him that although I can relate somewhat to what he is going through in regard to what he may go through if his family found out because of what I had endured from my family once they found out and yet, after all this time, I am still not accepted by them. However, I've learned to accept and embrace who I am with no apologies and this is something that he has to come to terms with on his own.
I could tell that he had been drinking heavily and let him sleep it off in the other bedroom instead of mine. However, once I fell into a deep sleep, I was awaken with him sucking my dick. As you can see, things had progressed from frottage to oral which he did very well for a "straight man". He climbed on top of me and started kissing me as if he was not going to kiss anyone ever again. He then pulled me up out of the bed and he went toward the bed room wall and positioned himself as if he was about to frisk by the police and stuck his ass out and parted his ass cheeks and asked me to put my cock between his cheeks. I could tell instantly that this was not his first time around the block and that he was much more experienced than what he put on. The more I grind my hard cock between his cheeks, the more he moan and stuck out his ass and grind it harder against my cock. I then turned him around and led him back to the bed where he pulled me down on top of him. He then told me "We can do whatever you want tonight". We started kissing again and this time, he wrapped his legs around my waist and started humping me.
I decided not to go for anal sex and just performed oral on him. However, the way he wiggled and scrumed across my bed, I was glad that I did make that decision. After we both came, we lay in bed, holding each other. He then got up and told me that he decided that he cannot see me again although he has very strong feelings for me. He also mentioned that he is not strong like me and cannot take the chance of living his life as a gay man. He told me that he was moving away to be with some relatives who are very discipline in their religion and they will find him a wife and he will do everything possible to lead a normal, married life that his family will approve of.
I then explained to him that although I have no choice to but to respect his decision, unfortunately, he is only fooling himself. I went through the same thing once I discovered I had feelings for men. However, due to the fact that he had been involved with men prior to meeting me, its apparent that this is something that is a part of him no matter how much he tries to suppress it, it always comes out when he get the urge to be with a man. I told him being gay is not a choice..its not something that you can turn on and off at your leisure, but this is something he has to find out for himself.
With all that being said, this is how my weekend ended. So, what I am asking you guys is do you think I handled this pretty well despite the little sexual escapades that occurred? Thanks in advance for taking a moment to respond.
I thought I would share one of the latest episodes of my life with you all. Let me start from the beginning. I live in a community that is very diverse and it features a lot of restaurants and bars to appease various tastes. A little over a year ago, a middle eastern restaurant had opened a few blocks down from where I live. I would frequent it from time to time because I liked the salads and the gyros and the souvlaki sticks. Since then, I had became acquainted with the uncle, Frank who owned the place and his older nephew, Dean. These two guys are of Arab descent and very handsome to say the least. In fact, Dean had so many females seeking him out that I just assumed he was a "player" and not a one-on-one type of guy.
Many times, "Uncle Frank" would see me jogging or on my way to the gym and would ask me to stop by afterwards because he wanted to talk with me in order to get my opinion on some things he was dealing with. Back in May of this year, "Uncle Frank" saw me jogging and called out to me to say "Hi". He motioned me over and asked me to stop by later on before the restaurant closed because he had prepared some food for me to take home and to chat as well. After hanging out with a couple of friends, I saw the lights on in the restaurant and decided to stop in as I promised. Frank and Dean were there cleaning and closing up for the evening and both were happy to see me.
Once I entered the place, Dean grabbed me and gave me a hug and sat me down and started chatting about anything and everything. All of a sudden, his cell phone started ringing. He ignored it at first and let it go into voice mail. Within a few seconds, the cell phone went off again, this time, I suggested that he answer it. He excused himself and went to a corner of the place and started telling the person on the other end to stop calling him and that he will be there as soon as he finish closing up. (The reason I know this is because he was talking loud enough that where I was sitting, it was not easy to not to).
However, while he was on his way back to the table to resume our conversation, his phone started ringing again. He immediately went back to the corner and started in on this person again. I had assumed that it was a female on the other end, but to my surprise, it was brought to my attention that it was a guy because I heard him say "Kevin, I will be there shortly". Although, I was looking in another direction and Frank had came out from the back of the restaurant to give me a little conversation and a drink, I act as if I was not paying attention although he was talking loud enough for me to listen. When his uncle walked away, he was still on the phone and I heard him call this guy Kevin "Baby".
Once he finished his conversation, he came back over to the table and went on to imply that his "girlfriend" is really jealous and that he was seriously considering breaking up with her. I played along with it, but inside, I was going off like firecrackers because I would have never thought of him being gay or ...a closeted gay. The reason I say "closeted gay" is because as I had mentioned in the beginning of this story that I have seen him with a lot of women and that was the farthest thing from my mind.
He and I got up from the table and he took me into the back office of the restaurant and we engaged into a conversation with his Uncle Frank. Frank had given me this huge bag of hot food and I decided to bring the evening to a close and said my good-byes. Dean walked me to the door and asked me if he could have my phone number. We exchanged phone numbers and he gave me a hug and I departed to my place.
After I got home, I could not help but think about what I heard. My buddy Kyle had been calling me because he always check on me to make sure that I got home okay whenever we go out. I told him what had happened and he had suggested that I should play the "silent card" and let him play things out if there's anything to be played out. A few days later, I received a call from Dean to which he said he just wanted to say "Hi" and to see if I was okay because he had not seen me in a few days. We chatted for quite a while but I had to bring it to a close because I had classes. However, the next evening around midnight, I got a call and it was him asking me if he could come over because he had been out with his buddies and they were drinking and he was in the neighborhood. I told him to come on and I would put on a pot of coffee.
Once he arrived, I could tell that he was feeling pretty good. He sat down and began to let me know that he had broken up with his "girlfriend" and things ended pretty bad between them. I let him chat away about "her" and then all of a sudden, he asked me if I had a girlfriend and why he has not met her? As I've mentioned in earlier posts, whenever I see where my friendships with straight men is beginning to grow, I let them know that I am gay because if a gay guy who lives in the neighborhood and they know that I used to bartend in a gay club as well as frequent them, they would go out of their way to let the guy know that I am gay. Therefore, I think its best that they hear it from me and not from mere gossipers.
After I revealed this to him, he did have a surprised look on his face and when I inquired about it, he went on to say that "I would have never thought you were gay because you do not act like gay guys that I have seen in my neighborhood" (hmmm...okay). All of a sudden, he grabbed my arm and sat me down and began to ask me all kinds of questions in regard to me having a boyfriend to oral sex and anal sex. It seemed as if we talked for hours about me being gay and what kind of guys that I was attracted to. Once he had enough coffee, he decided it was time for him to go home. He gave me a really long hug and told me that me being gay would stay between he and I which I thanked him for.
Needless to say, after that night, I purposely avoided seeing him because after the conversation we had and from what I've heard from his phone conversation, it was very apparent that either this guy was gay or bisexual. Therefore, I thought it would be in my best interest to keep things platonic. However, later in the week, he called me and invited me to hang out with him later that evening. Initially, I thought of every excuse I could think of at that moment in order to get out of it, however, he was very persistent and would not take "no" for an answer. Later that evening, he had came by to pick me up. He complimented me on how everytime he sees me, he always noticed how nice I look. He then went on to tell me that he was taking me to a very special place that he does not take a lot of people to.
While driving to this "special place", whenever we would stop at a traffic light, I noticed how he would be staring at me as if he was looking through me. After doing this a couple of times, I decided to ask him what was he thinking? To my surprise, he replied "You know, if I was gay, you and I would make a pretty hot couple and we would be the envy of a lot of guys and girls to say the least". He started laughing but although I was smiling on the outside, I was pretty much taken a back. Once we arrived to our destination, I became somewhat afraid because he had taken me to a Middle Eastern club that is frequent by Middle Eastern men and only their kind. He immediately took my hand and told me "Don't worry, I got this..trust me that in my hands, you are safe and I will not put you in harm's way".
I shook my head in agreement and after we entered the club, the music and the banter of the guys talking came to sudden halt. You could not hear a pin drop. Everyone eyes were on me...Dean spoke out something in Arabic and soon after, the music and the talk of the patrons resumed. We were seated at a table and Dean ordered us drinks and the waiter also brought over some kind of a pipe with a huge bottom. This was a popular tradition because a lot of the men in the club were smoking them also. Dean tried to get me to try it, but I declined. A few minutes later, a few of the guys that he knew came and joined us at our table. They were very gracious toward me and included me in their conversation.
As I engaged into a conversation with a couple of the guys, I felt Dean's hand on my thigh. I looked down under the table and he grabbed my hand and was holding it tight. I looked up at him and he was gazing into my eyes with a smile on his face. I still decided to let him take the lead on this just to see where he was going with this. A few minutes later, he told me that he was ready to go and he wanted me to meet a few more of his friends. I said goodbye to the guys at our table and they gave me hugs and shook my hand.
Once we got into the car, I asked him why he wanted me to meet his friends? He told me that he had told them about me and they wanted to meet me. I was shocked at the fact that he would discuss me with his friends to say the least. However, he took me to meet his other American friends and they too were very nice as though they already knew me. After Dean excused himself to go to the restroom, they began to tell me that he talks about me all the time and that they knew about me being gay but they thought it was cool and had no issues with it.
After spending a little time with them, Dean then was ready to take me home. After we arrived to my place, he asked if he could come in for awhile. Once inside, we talked about the evening and so on. I told him that I was tired and wanted to go to bed. He then asked me if I would have a problem if he wanted to join me in bed. He noticed my hesitation, but insisted that its okay and I have nothing to worry about. We stripped down and he joined me in bed. He started cuddling me and kissing me on my neck. He asked me what I thought of him and to be honest. I told him that I'm beginning to believe that he is gay or bisexual, but he is apparently a "closet case". I then revealed that I had heard him on the phone with "Kevin". I also mentioned that he was talking loudly enough that I had no choice to but to hear him even if I did not want to.
He did not say a word, then all of a sudden, he started crying and saying to me that he cannot be a gay man because his family will disown him and precede to afflict extreme punishment on him as well. I held him in my arms and told him that I will not say anything to anyone, and if ever need to talk or vent, I will be there for him because this is something that he will have to decide for himself on his own terms. He then asked me to hold him close. All of a sudden, he pulled me on top of him and his hands roamed all over my body. Of course, he stopped crying and started kissing me. While he was kissing me, he was grinding his crotch against mine. He started moaning and grinding in a rhythmic motion. I immediately stopped him and asked are you sure you want to do this because I value your friendship more so than a sexual fling. Right then and there, he stuck his tongue down my throat and preceded to take off my underwear and his also.
To tell the truth, our little interaction was nothing more than kissing and touching and a lot of frottage. However, what really caught me off guard was that he was moaning loudly and whispering dirty talk in between kissing me. He also lift his body off the bed and asked me to grip his ass while we grind our cocks together. We continued with this and the more I gripped his hot ass..which is really nice by the way, the louder and more aggressive he got into it. When he came, he gave out such a loud scream that I wondered what he would have done if we actually had full on sex. However, I have to say that I did enjoy what we did but I was scared of what will happen with us now?..what is he expecting now?
After I came, he held me tight and whispered "Don't clean it up, I want to lay in it". We fell asleep, holding each other tight. A few hours later, he woked me up to start again. Afterwards, we fell asleep, and when daylight began to surfaced, he got up and said he had to go and will talk to me later. Unfortunately, we did not talk much or saw very little of each other afterwards. This was something that I was afraid of. Nonetheless, I decided to just let it go and concentrate on my studies and my future endeavors. Now, the reason I am writing this is because over the Labor Day weekend, his Uncle Frank had came to my place to pay me a visit. At first, I thought he had found out about what had happened between me and Dean, but he wanted me to help him with some paperwork.
After completing the paperwork, he asked me to help him move some supplies out of his truck into the storage room of the restaurant. Needless to say, Dean was there. When he saw me, he looked surprised, but he came over and to say "Hi" and gave me a huge hug. He started chatting with me a little and I was cordial but decided to cut it short in a pleasant manner. Later that evening, I was invited to a barbeque, and one of my closest friends had went with me. However, when I arrived home, I was very startled to see Dean had been sitting in his car in front of my place, waiting for me. He jumped out and asked me if he could come in and talk. He said he really needed to talk to me. I told him that I was not in the mood and to call me later the following day. He insisted and kept pleading for me to give him some time. I hesitantly gave in and told him okay. Once inside, he went on to tell me how confused he is about his sexuality and how he can't stop thinking about me but he is afraid to come out as a gay man. Again, I told him that although I can relate somewhat to what he is going through in regard to what he may go through if his family found out because of what I had endured from my family once they found out and yet, after all this time, I am still not accepted by them. However, I've learned to accept and embrace who I am with no apologies and this is something that he has to come to terms with on his own.
I could tell that he had been drinking heavily and let him sleep it off in the other bedroom instead of mine. However, once I fell into a deep sleep, I was awaken with him sucking my dick. As you can see, things had progressed from frottage to oral which he did very well for a "straight man". He climbed on top of me and started kissing me as if he was not going to kiss anyone ever again. He then pulled me up out of the bed and he went toward the bed room wall and positioned himself as if he was about to frisk by the police and stuck his ass out and parted his ass cheeks and asked me to put my cock between his cheeks. I could tell instantly that this was not his first time around the block and that he was much more experienced than what he put on. The more I grind my hard cock between his cheeks, the more he moan and stuck out his ass and grind it harder against my cock. I then turned him around and led him back to the bed where he pulled me down on top of him. He then told me "We can do whatever you want tonight". We started kissing again and this time, he wrapped his legs around my waist and started humping me.
I decided not to go for anal sex and just performed oral on him. However, the way he wiggled and scrumed across my bed, I was glad that I did make that decision. After we both came, we lay in bed, holding each other. He then got up and told me that he decided that he cannot see me again although he has very strong feelings for me. He also mentioned that he is not strong like me and cannot take the chance of living his life as a gay man. He told me that he was moving away to be with some relatives who are very discipline in their religion and they will find him a wife and he will do everything possible to lead a normal, married life that his family will approve of.
I then explained to him that although I have no choice to but to respect his decision, unfortunately, he is only fooling himself. I went through the same thing once I discovered I had feelings for men. However, due to the fact that he had been involved with men prior to meeting me, its apparent that this is something that is a part of him no matter how much he tries to suppress it, it always comes out when he get the urge to be with a man. I told him being gay is not a choice..its not something that you can turn on and off at your leisure, but this is something he has to find out for himself.
With all that being said, this is how my weekend ended. So, what I am asking you guys is do you think I handled this pretty well despite the little sexual escapades that occurred? Thanks in advance for taking a moment to respond.
