Longest chapter yet — woop woop! Sorry for the long interval between the last chapter and this one, but school has started in earnest and I am getting very busy.

WARNING: The plot continues long after the final sex scene in this chapter. After my scene with Dominic, please only read on if you are interested in the story. If you’re interested in the sex, stop reading after I cum 😉

Anyway, for those of you who are new:

NMR = “Naked Midnight Ride” Which is basically riding your bike outside at midnight, totally naked. Usually ends with fucking outside. Unfortunately there is not much of that in this chapter.

Fit = Sexy/Hot (in Britain)

There is a certain something that Abdul says here that might seem too far-fetched. If you don’t believe me, google it. There’s even a wikipedia page on the subject.

Also, I sort of edited the story so that events that actually happened across a few days seem to happen in one day… I just thought writing something like “a few days later” every few paragraphs would be too repetitive.

Anyway, thanks for the awesome feedback! If you love the story, don’t forget to rate it please 😀

My Dirty Little Secret (5)

The next days were sort of a life lesson for me. I truly learnt that good things don’t last forever and my relationship with Saahil had run its course. While we still managed to fuck at least one time everyday, I guess we’d gotten used to it. Now there were no barriers to break because we’d done everything a man possibly can do sexually. Well, that’s wrong, but we weren’t really interested in really kinky stuff like BDSM etc.

I started questioning whether we had had a proper “relationship” at all. I mean, sure we talked and had deep, meaningful conversation but when I thought of the word ‘boyfriend’, I didn’t picture Saahil. Saahil was almost like a fuckbuddy. To be honest, at this point of time, I felt that the arab guy Abdul was more romantic than Saahil was, and Abdul was the actual fuckbuddy.

Abdul was also fucking hot. He had a gorgeous face with nice curly black hair. He reminded me of Enrique Iglesias somehow, which wasn’t a bad thing. He was very different from Saahil and since Saahil was the only person I had actually had sex with until then, this was a welcome change. Although he wasn’t as toned as my boyfriend, he had many other features that I found really attractive. Since Saahil was the only person I’d fucked, I guess I got used to everything about him, even his skin colour. Not meaning to be racist or anything Abdul’s lighter skin was a nice change. Plus, he wasn’t as metrosexual as Saahil, and so he had a thin trail of hair between his pecs than ran down straight to his pubes. Although I wasn’t really a fan of pubes, something about his slightly hairy ass and thighs attracted me. When I first opened up his ass to fuck, I had been shocked because of all of the hair there, but somehow it just made his pink asshole look hotter in the middle of it and I buried my face in.

Other than that, Abdul was also a very interesting character with intriguing stories to tell. The first time I’d actually had sex with him was two weeks after Saahil and I had begun the whole NMR thing. Abdul and I had started chatting regularly on Facebook and, in the beginning, our conversations were awkward. I still thought the entire thing that had happened during the holidays was very creepy, but then a part of me wished it was my butthole Abdul had came on, not Saahil’s.

But I soon discovered that there was more to Abdul than simply cumming on guys’ buttholes. It was really easy to have long conversations with him and we’d traded skype details within two days. The skype sessions didn’t involve anything sexual in case you were wondering, but they did involve lots of sex talk. I found out Saahil had become a bit of a slut. Recently, Abdul had introduced Saahil to the underground gay scene in the city and Saahil had started going to orgies every three days since.

I’d already known this. Saahil had invited me loads of times, but I was pretty busy with schoolwork. Well, that was the false excuse I told him. The real one was the high risk of getting an STD and the fact that I wasn’t really sure whether I would be ready for that kind of stuff.

“Saahil’s probably been fucked by 10 different guys by now,” Abdul informed in one of our skype calls, “Not including you. Yesterday he told me how he’d just curled up on a table and let everyone fuck him. I’m worried. If this was America, those guys would be in jail by now because Saahil is only 16. But he lies that he’s 18, and the oldest guy in the group was 40… imagine being fucked by that…”

I felt a weird mixture ofe humour and jealousy. In the one hand, it was comical to imagine a 40 year old man fucking Saahil, but Saahil was getting more action than me. But it wasn’t the kind of action I wanted… “I’m not sure if me fucking him is safe anymore,” I wondered aloud, “I mean, he might have… caught something.”

Abdul replied, “That’s one of the major problems here. The government will deport you if they find out you have an STD, so everyone thinks that no one has STD’s here. But that isn’t possible. So many people just fly to this place from around the world. A hook-up might happen, and things will spread.”

“You know more than me, Abdul. You’re 19, and you’ve been at this for around 2 years. Is it safe for me to fuck him?”

“The people who Saahil is having orgies with are actually my ‘group’ you could say. I know all of them and I know they take care of themselves. But if one of them goes and introduces Saahil to certain clubs or something, I can’t guarantee anything.”

“So you like having orgies with a 40 year old guy?” I chuckled.

“He actually takes care of himself. He’s a hunk and he’s got a nice 8-incher, so he’s clearly not your average 40 year old man. Everyone likes him… I mean there is something exotic about having sex with a guy with so much experience. You would like him if you met him. But he’s the only guy who’s that old. Otherwise, after him the oldest guy is 26.”

I still thought 26 was a bit too old but it seemed Saahil had become an “age is just a number” kind of guy. I didn’t really know what to do. I tried to talk about it with Saahil but he always used the “you have no control over me” argument. And afterwards, to express his disappointment, he wouldn’t put out that day…

The last day of the week arrived and I found myself on skype with Abdul again. He broke the small nagging tension I’d been feeling ever since I’d started talking to him and asked me if I wanted to fuck. Having not had sex in 2 days (which was sort of a record) I conceded. He came to pick me up in a Viano (which is like a van but is smaller with 7 seats, and a large open space in the middle of 5 seats)

“So how are things with Saahil?” he said as a way of conversation.

“Horrible,” I said casually, “But I’m not really bothered at the moment.”

“I feel really bad because it was me who introduced him to the whole thing.”

“Don’t,” I said, not really feeling dejected at all, “He likes it. He’s probably very grateful.”

“You don’t look like you care.”

“I don’t.”

There was quiet for a bit, but Abdul took a turn from the road and led the car into a big area that was just full of sand.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Figured you’d be wanting some hot lovin’ because your girlfriend isn’t putting out.”

I looked at him and the mischievous smirk he had on his face. “You could have told me. I always like sex out in the open.”

“So, where do you wanna fuck?” Abdul asked, “In the car or outside?”

“In the car, don’t wanna get sand on me.”

“Good choice,” Abdul smirked a little more, looking very cute at that moment. As he was undressing, he told me, “I often come here with my friends to fuck. People never come here even though it’s near to the city… the sand is soft so it’s sort of comfortable.”

“Are you a top or a bottom?” I asked.

“Bottom, mostly. I figured because Saahil is such a bottom you’d be the top.”

“Yeah.”

We stepped out of the car and went to the back of it. Not to mention totally naked with boners. We were such exhibitionists… I kept checking Abdul out and decided I liked what I saw. He was fit enough but his arms and legs were unremarkable. His face was amazing, though, and as he was searching for lube and condoms in the back of the car, my finger slid up his butt easily. I assumed he would be really good at what he did, having at least a year and a half of experience, probably more.

I pressed my hard on against his butt and pulled him into a tight hug, kissing the back of his neck slowly. “Actually,” he said, “Let’s just go bareback for now.”

He turned around and his tongue slid between my lips. Our kisses were slow and passionate, as if we were in love. He didn’t waste time and lubed my dick up as we were making out. I, in turn, did his, which was cut, nice and thick. All I could thing about was how good he was. His lips moved in the exact motion which I wanted and pressed to mine, letting our tongues slowly lick each other before we broke apart with a satisfying sound.

I really liked the different feeling of his dick. Saahil’s was straight, but this guy’s cock slightly curved like mine. They were already oozing out pre-cum, and the lube just made it feel better. The hot temperature of the air made us sweat as the sun’s rays beat down on us. I stopped kissing his lips, going for his nipples instead, sucking the sweat off of them. Abdul’s moans were fucking hot as well, breathy and deep. I kissed the hair between his pecs, licking the light abs on his skinny abdomen. My mouth went down to his veiny cock and I started sucking it. He started moaning in Arabic, which was somehow very sexy. His cock throbbed in my mouth and he fucked my face, gently yet roughly holding my hair as his thick cock went down my throat. “FUCK!” he yelled out, as my throat closed around the head of his dick. I swallowed the excessive amounts of precum dripping from his head, licking his shaft one final time as he pulled me up.

“Lie on the ground,” he commanded. I did, letting the sun shine off my sweaty body. He lay on me, so our dicks bulged against each other. He sucked my nipples, and it was one of the best feelings ever, and he knew when to bite so I didn’t get used to the sucking.

Then he got up, put his hand around my cock and put his a-hole right above it. He let go of my cock, leaving it in my hands, as he lowered his body. “Wait!” I shouted, not meaning to, “I wanna see your ass.”

A minute later my head was buried in that tangle of hair as my tongue went in and out of his tasty butt.