b757
01-29-2009, 10:47 PM
Hey guys, first time posting here. I wanna see how you guys respond to my story. It's about the last year and a half of my life. I met this awesome guy from Kuwait and I have developed feelings much too strong to ignore anymore. The year and a half go something like this:
I met him in a political science course on the second week of the Fall term of my first year in college. I was waiting outside the lecture hall along with some other students and I noticed him as I didn't recognise his face from the week before. I overheard him say he was from Kuwait and seeing as I had just started to learn Arabic, I thought that developing a friendship would come in handy during the final exam. I observed him and noticed he sat in the front row of the lecture hall, right in the center. I sat about ten rows behind him and pondered how to best approach him. Without much thought I said "do it", packed my stuff and moved to the front and sat right next to him.
"Is this seat taken?" I asked.
"I don't think so," he responded.
I sat down and pulled out my notebook and everything else. He didn't know I already a bit about him so I casually pulled out my Arabic text book as if looking for my notebook inside my backpack.
"You know Arabic?" he asked me.
"Not really, it's my second week learning it. Do you?"
"Yes, I'm from Kuwait" he responded.
"Well then you are my newest friend here" I joked.
His stern face and thoughtful eyes turned to a smile and chuckled a bit. He introduced himself and I to him. Before the lecture started we exchanged phone numbers and said that we could study together for this course and hopefully he could help me with my Arabic.
At that point, and for the months to come I saw him as a friend from class. I did not find him attractive and the thought of intimacy never crossed my mind. He is shorter than me by about four inches, and so if I had a type, he was definitely not it.
We spent countless hours together just being friends during that term. I would hang out at the dormitories on-campus with him and his roomates and drink beers, play video games, shoot pool, and obviously study. Many people did not understand our friendship. He back then was 25, I was only 18 and so the age difference was the frist thing to surprise people. They would ask him why he hung out with a teenager, to which he answered "he's cool, man".
My first intimate experience with him was a considerable joke really. The Fall term ended so the residence halls had to be vacated for the winter break. He was to spend winter break in another state visting his other college friends and two girlfriends he had. His flight would leave two days after the end of term so he got himself a hotel room for two nights. The first night he called me and said to drop by. He was inviting a group of people and so I picked him up and we bought beers and liquor to celebrate the end of term. After a good night of heavy drinking and celebrating, everyone but one guy and us two remained. The one guy took one bed to himself, and my friend and I passed out on the other bed at a rather odd angle.
I wake up at around 4 am to find that my foot was on his crotch. Maybe I was still a little durnk, I don't know, but my immediate thought was to have a feel with my toes. He was still in his jeans so it was hard to tell but I finally found his penis with my toe and when I did, I started to massage it. He was in a deep sleep so he never woke up. My toe made his dick get hard and obviously I got hard too when I felt how big he was. I spent about fifteen minutes caressing his dick with my toe. And that was it.
He leaves for winter break and we meet again at the start of Winter Term. We go back to the routine of meeting during the day for lunch and weekends we partied everywhere and anywhere. One cold Friday night, I go pick him up at the dormitory to go to a friend's house. He was still in athletic attire after working out and was sweaty and not in the best look for a Friday night. He says he's taking a shower and to just make myself comfortable in his room. By then I had started to grow attracted to him, but I knew the drill: I'm a closetted gay guy who always falls for the manliest straight men. I never get any from these guys so I learn to live with it. Besides, he has a girlfriend and literally dozens of girls who would drop their panties for him.
He gets back from the shower wrapped in a towel and tries to get dressed discreetly in a corner becasue I was in the room. Without time to think things through I blurted out: "you don't have to hide anything from me", and with all my might I squeezed the last few words in a joking "dude, that's so gay" kinda voice...
He turned around, his bare ass still facing me, and walked slowly towards me and took his hands away from his crotch to reveal his beautiful cock and balls. I stared and he slowly, as if teasing the sanity out of me, put his underwear on. I was so hard in my pants, I feared my jeans would not be able to conceal it. He was a traditional Arab guy in that he shaved his pits and pubes which accentuated his size. It was thick and rough and obviously very delicious.
With time, we were less inhibited about each other and our relationship as close friends got closer and much tighter. Jump now to the summer. Again, he had to move out of the residence halls and move into an appartment. He had to spend a week in my house because his appartment was not ready in time to move out of the residence halls. In that week on a random night, he got out of the shower and walked into my room where I was on the computer. He started moisturizing his legs and then asked me to see his knee. He sat on my bed and unwrapped the towel (which was really unnecessary in order to get to the knee) and showed me his goodies again. I asked him to stand up and he stood in front of me, totally naked and wet, and I was sitting in my chair hard as a rock. Again, instinct took over and my hands grabbed his dick, I inspected it and then his balls, one after the other, then his thighs and finally a sqeeze at each ass cheek. This was with the excuse of me checking him like a doctor checks on a patient's testicles. I immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower and jacked off before my head exploded with adrenaline. I got out of the shower and back to acting like nothing ever happened.
It's well into the summer and I helped him move to his new appartment. I was the handyman walking in a wifebeater around his place nailing and screwing things to walls, building cabinets, and fixing pipes. He would compliment on how handy I was and that I looked good in that role (for a girl to love, of course). That night we were going to a friend's house for a party. Before we left we had our share of beers and were happy enough to get touchy. Without excuse this time I managed to undo his pants and do the "doctor inspection" again but this time I rubbed his dick on my face jokingly but I could swear it increased his bloodflow to the shaft if you know what I mean. We continue with the party and in the guy's house we find each other alone in the dark back yard. We got to talking about his home and family. Then he described how you greet people by kissing in the cheek. I then said, "what about the mouth?"
and he grabbed me and put his lips on mine. We stayed like that for a few seconds and then I pushed the limit and asked again: "and the tongue?" and his tongue barely went into my mouth and it was over. To "straighten" things out I said: "high five!" and we did.
That was the first of three kisses we have shared. The last one being the best only three weeks ago where we did make out for a good minute sharing tongue and lips. He knows we have kissed three times now, but on all three occassions one of us (being him) was drunk so I don't know what to think of it.
By now I find him to be attractive and hot and now after such a long time I can say that I am in love. He has said "I love you" to me like a bro says it to another, but my gay friend says she sees someting else in it. She noticed before I confessed my feelings that we look at each other differently and definitely sees chemistry between us. I didn't think it was true until I found this site and read a few articles on how Arabs percieve homosexuality. Now I definitely feel there is something between us. I have only gathered up the courage to tell him I have wondered what sex with him would be like. He said we would fuck a girl together but when I asked about just the two of us, he politely denied and I decided to not push it further.
I think that we have more than just a friendship now, but is it love? We cuddled once, and he has given me back rubs as have I to him. That is definitely not just friendship I think. The issue is he has expressed that he sees homosexuality as wrong and he is very much in love with his current girlfriend of about three years. They don't see each other much because she lives in the other side of the country, but they call each other ALL the time. Their relationship is solid, but mine and his is also of considerable strenght. My gay friend and I talk about ways to convince him to hook up with me but I definitely don't want to stop at kissing next time.
What's your opinion? Share if you please any insight or just comment on my sad, sad, painfully sad, love story :) I hope that, if at least you have nothing to say, that you enjoyed reading my "romantic" story.
Have a good day, and I envy all of you who can see your Arab lover and tell them how you feel openly :p
I met him in a political science course on the second week of the Fall term of my first year in college. I was waiting outside the lecture hall along with some other students and I noticed him as I didn't recognise his face from the week before. I overheard him say he was from Kuwait and seeing as I had just started to learn Arabic, I thought that developing a friendship would come in handy during the final exam. I observed him and noticed he sat in the front row of the lecture hall, right in the center. I sat about ten rows behind him and pondered how to best approach him. Without much thought I said "do it", packed my stuff and moved to the front and sat right next to him.
"Is this seat taken?" I asked.
"I don't think so," he responded.
I sat down and pulled out my notebook and everything else. He didn't know I already a bit about him so I casually pulled out my Arabic text book as if looking for my notebook inside my backpack.
"You know Arabic?" he asked me.
"Not really, it's my second week learning it. Do you?"
"Yes, I'm from Kuwait" he responded.
"Well then you are my newest friend here" I joked.
His stern face and thoughtful eyes turned to a smile and chuckled a bit. He introduced himself and I to him. Before the lecture started we exchanged phone numbers and said that we could study together for this course and hopefully he could help me with my Arabic.
At that point, and for the months to come I saw him as a friend from class. I did not find him attractive and the thought of intimacy never crossed my mind. He is shorter than me by about four inches, and so if I had a type, he was definitely not it.
We spent countless hours together just being friends during that term. I would hang out at the dormitories on-campus with him and his roomates and drink beers, play video games, shoot pool, and obviously study. Many people did not understand our friendship. He back then was 25, I was only 18 and so the age difference was the frist thing to surprise people. They would ask him why he hung out with a teenager, to which he answered "he's cool, man".
My first intimate experience with him was a considerable joke really. The Fall term ended so the residence halls had to be vacated for the winter break. He was to spend winter break in another state visting his other college friends and two girlfriends he had. His flight would leave two days after the end of term so he got himself a hotel room for two nights. The first night he called me and said to drop by. He was inviting a group of people and so I picked him up and we bought beers and liquor to celebrate the end of term. After a good night of heavy drinking and celebrating, everyone but one guy and us two remained. The one guy took one bed to himself, and my friend and I passed out on the other bed at a rather odd angle.
I wake up at around 4 am to find that my foot was on his crotch. Maybe I was still a little durnk, I don't know, but my immediate thought was to have a feel with my toes. He was still in his jeans so it was hard to tell but I finally found his penis with my toe and when I did, I started to massage it. He was in a deep sleep so he never woke up. My toe made his dick get hard and obviously I got hard too when I felt how big he was. I spent about fifteen minutes caressing his dick with my toe. And that was it.
He leaves for winter break and we meet again at the start of Winter Term. We go back to the routine of meeting during the day for lunch and weekends we partied everywhere and anywhere. One cold Friday night, I go pick him up at the dormitory to go to a friend's house. He was still in athletic attire after working out and was sweaty and not in the best look for a Friday night. He says he's taking a shower and to just make myself comfortable in his room. By then I had started to grow attracted to him, but I knew the drill: I'm a closetted gay guy who always falls for the manliest straight men. I never get any from these guys so I learn to live with it. Besides, he has a girlfriend and literally dozens of girls who would drop their panties for him.
He gets back from the shower wrapped in a towel and tries to get dressed discreetly in a corner becasue I was in the room. Without time to think things through I blurted out: "you don't have to hide anything from me", and with all my might I squeezed the last few words in a joking "dude, that's so gay" kinda voice...
He turned around, his bare ass still facing me, and walked slowly towards me and took his hands away from his crotch to reveal his beautiful cock and balls. I stared and he slowly, as if teasing the sanity out of me, put his underwear on. I was so hard in my pants, I feared my jeans would not be able to conceal it. He was a traditional Arab guy in that he shaved his pits and pubes which accentuated his size. It was thick and rough and obviously very delicious.
With time, we were less inhibited about each other and our relationship as close friends got closer and much tighter. Jump now to the summer. Again, he had to move out of the residence halls and move into an appartment. He had to spend a week in my house because his appartment was not ready in time to move out of the residence halls. In that week on a random night, he got out of the shower and walked into my room where I was on the computer. He started moisturizing his legs and then asked me to see his knee. He sat on my bed and unwrapped the towel (which was really unnecessary in order to get to the knee) and showed me his goodies again. I asked him to stand up and he stood in front of me, totally naked and wet, and I was sitting in my chair hard as a rock. Again, instinct took over and my hands grabbed his dick, I inspected it and then his balls, one after the other, then his thighs and finally a sqeeze at each ass cheek. This was with the excuse of me checking him like a doctor checks on a patient's testicles. I immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower and jacked off before my head exploded with adrenaline. I got out of the shower and back to acting like nothing ever happened.
It's well into the summer and I helped him move to his new appartment. I was the handyman walking in a wifebeater around his place nailing and screwing things to walls, building cabinets, and fixing pipes. He would compliment on how handy I was and that I looked good in that role (for a girl to love, of course). That night we were going to a friend's house for a party. Before we left we had our share of beers and were happy enough to get touchy. Without excuse this time I managed to undo his pants and do the "doctor inspection" again but this time I rubbed his dick on my face jokingly but I could swear it increased his bloodflow to the shaft if you know what I mean. We continue with the party and in the guy's house we find each other alone in the dark back yard. We got to talking about his home and family. Then he described how you greet people by kissing in the cheek. I then said, "what about the mouth?"
and he grabbed me and put his lips on mine. We stayed like that for a few seconds and then I pushed the limit and asked again: "and the tongue?" and his tongue barely went into my mouth and it was over. To "straighten" things out I said: "high five!" and we did.
That was the first of three kisses we have shared. The last one being the best only three weeks ago where we did make out for a good minute sharing tongue and lips. He knows we have kissed three times now, but on all three occassions one of us (being him) was drunk so I don't know what to think of it.
By now I find him to be attractive and hot and now after such a long time I can say that I am in love. He has said "I love you" to me like a bro says it to another, but my gay friend says she sees someting else in it. She noticed before I confessed my feelings that we look at each other differently and definitely sees chemistry between us. I didn't think it was true until I found this site and read a few articles on how Arabs percieve homosexuality. Now I definitely feel there is something between us. I have only gathered up the courage to tell him I have wondered what sex with him would be like. He said we would fuck a girl together but when I asked about just the two of us, he politely denied and I decided to not push it further.
I think that we have more than just a friendship now, but is it love? We cuddled once, and he has given me back rubs as have I to him. That is definitely not just friendship I think. The issue is he has expressed that he sees homosexuality as wrong and he is very much in love with his current girlfriend of about three years. They don't see each other much because she lives in the other side of the country, but they call each other ALL the time. Their relationship is solid, but mine and his is also of considerable strenght. My gay friend and I talk about ways to convince him to hook up with me but I definitely don't want to stop at kissing next time.
What's your opinion? Share if you please any insight or just comment on my sad, sad, painfully sad, love story :) I hope that, if at least you have nothing to say, that you enjoyed reading my "romantic" story.
Have a good day, and I envy all of you who can see your Arab lover and tell them how you feel openly :p