My Dirty Little Secret (1)

Hey everyone! I’m new to erotica, but I’m looking forward to a great time here! As you can see from the tag, this is a true story. I guess it’s my way to record recent events in my life (“recent” is used loosely there). The stories won’t be full of sex (sorry) XD but there is a lot of build up. I also won’t be starting out with full on sex, because that’s not how it happened. But we’ll get close enough soon 😉 Also, I changed the names of everyone to avoid embarrassing moments in the future.

I guess that’s it. Hope you all enjoy! 😀

P.S. Whenever I say “fit”, I really mean “hot”. It’s English slang 😛
P.P.S. I do sound sort of egoistic and conceited in this chapter. I was 16, guys! I’m much more mature now XD

My Dirty Little Secret (1)

I am gay. I’m also 16, and I live in Dubai. As you can guess, I sort of have a hard life… but this is diminished by the fact that Dubai is an ‘international city’. My school, which follows the British curriculum, has people from around the world… but the majority is from the UK. I’m Indian, but having been brought up in such an English environment, I often surprise people when I say I’ve never been to England. I guess your accent, mannerisms etc. really depend on who your friends are and what school you go to.

I came out last year, and my friends are really accepting. I haven’t been bullied a lot of times, and when I have, it wasn’t too severe. I guess it’s because I realised I need to be as tough as the bullies to stop them from picking on me. After a few months of hard working out, I have biceps, triceps, pecs and abs to show off. As well as a nice ass, to hear some of my gal pals say it.

However, even with the muscles, I haven’t seen much action. The only sexual activity I’ve had was in summer flings. I had the bad luck to friend zone the only gay guy I had been interested in who also lived where I did… and that was because I thought he had friend zoned me. But I guess everything happens for a reason, as I soon found out.

My name is Ali. I’ve got light brown skin, short black hair and dark brown eyes. I’ve got many best friends… most of them are girls and all of them are straight. I say “best friends” because I think it would be really unjust to name just one or two of them “best friend”. They’re all really close to me, and the one who is the closest is more than a best friend.

One of my really close best friends is a guy called David. In year 10 I had the hugest crush on him, so it was lucky we weren’t that close then. It would have been awkward as fuck. He’s really attractive, and what makes him more attractive is that he doesn’t mind when I let him know he is attractive. He just smiles in an exaggeratedly shy way and says, “Thank you.”

He’s tall, he’s tanned and he’s got brown hair, dark grey-green eyes and lots of people say his lips are bigger than they should be. But they’re fine in my opinion, because I have fantasised about them being around my cock many a time. Of course, I don’t let him know that. What I like about him is his sheer massiveness. He doesn’t have a six pack, but since when did anyone need a six pack to look fit? His large arms and pecs more than make up for it, and his nipples make my saliva rush up to my mouth.

So why am I describing him in huge detail? Well, to be quite honest, I don’t know why. Two weeks ago, I hit a low point. I discovered that the guy I had friend-zoned was going out with someone else from my school, and that somehow made me like him again. All the working out I did… it had subconsciously been to make myself more attractive to him… I’d just denied that fact. Sure my new body had been the surprise of many when the year had started, but if this guy I had been interested in had started going out with someone else over summer… urgh, what was the point?

I felt jealous and hurt, even though I had pretended we were friends. I hadn’t met him at all over summer or since the school year had started, but still… Thoughts crept into my head: “Maybe he would like my six pack more than his new boyfriend…?”

But after some more thinking, I decided I didn’t want to be involved in any sort of infidelity before having a proper relationship. I made myself feel happy for them and, in the end, I truly did.

The same night, I got a message from David on Facebook. Our social interactions had become limited to texting and IMing because all of our classes were different this year (we had begun the IB diploma), and if you read our conversations, you would soon become tired of seeing “Hey I don’t see you much these days” or “I miss you…” etc.

This time however, Dave was telling me that he was having a party at his house next weekend and that I should come. I told him I would and I did, and the party was amazing. Besides the usual party stuff, nothing dramatic happened. I found out David had acquired a new girlfriend over summer and I decided I felt genuinely happy about them as well. Before, I used to feel jealous, but over two years I had long given up hope that he might be attracted to men in the slightest.

However, with David, there were obviously rumours.