So, I have decided to visit this relative of mine who lives in NYC, for the summer. And by summer, I mean August. I need to be away from my small town school, and as I have work to do still and am not going back home, this is a godsend! As I write this, this is my 5th day here, and I have already done more wild things than I expected to do here! (with a fraction of work that I was supposed to do, alas)
OK, just a bit more background. This relative always bugged me to visit him over in NYC since he moved there last year, and even though I did come over occasionally, I have never stayed in the city for a longer period of time, as he insisted that I did! School was frustrating me, so I’ve decided to pack up my stuff and take up the offer! Of course, as is the case with most South Asians, I am not out to anyone I know (apart from certain people who I met through the gay network and they eventually became friends, but that’s another blog post). Also, another major thing happened in my last NYC trip! I actually went to another level to interacting with the gay fraternity: Finally got the balls to go to a Gay Bar! My First Gay Bar! Though I admit that the very first time I went to one of them, it was afternoon and it was totally empty! After I was content that there wouldn’t be raping or incessant hitting by some old geezers, I became much, much more comfortable with the concept to go to a bar at a more appropriate time. Then I was bored after a bit, then I wished there was some raping and incessant hitting upon by old geezers.
I became much more comfortable with the concepts of bars in that trip, and even managed multiple making-outs in my first happy hour! I was so proud of studness! Hence, I have decided to be more adventurous this time around! However, I cannot go all out! The relative is from the conservative side of the family, hence he would so rat on my ass if he found out about my Punjabi drinking skills, and hence cannot party out too often because that would lead to rumours of why I am not performing good enough academically, as I should have had. Yes, there are certain things that a former acha bacha cannot get rid of! So have to pretend to party/hook up judiciously. Party out once a week, I tell myself, and the rest of the week I would hook up/meet for a “friendly coffee” only during the day time when that my host doesn’t know that I was out sneaking out Arabs in his neighborhood. Btw, to all Arabs: you are front of the line, as we speak.
This last Friday was my first “day/night out”. It happened because I was trolling my “bear” site for some really nice eye candy, and then I noticed someone. Someone familiar. Someone familiar who was also in fucking NYC, or atleast the profile said that he was visiting NYC.
Everyone has one guy they have their eye on, when they are starting out in the murky world of gawking and interacting with random strangers online. This guy was one of the first 3 or 4 guys who provided me with a generic tempelate of a hunk, on whom we jerked off to. So even though, he might not be as hot as he was 5 years ago or so, the idea of doing him excited me to bounds! Not that I hadn’t approached him in my past life, I had! And failed! Many times! I was naïve, and didn’t know the basics of seducing (I still don’t know them, but apparently I’ve transformed from a cherub shabbily dressed horny boy to a someone who can feign coolness for 5 mins). I thought I had a chance.
So, with nonchalance I approached with a “Oh Hey There, Hows it going? Visiting NYC?” Routine. And when I realized that it was his first visit to NYC and he was dependent on some other people to be here, it was obvious that he would be a) nervous going out with anyone random, b) totally dependent on someone to take him around. So then I dropped the big bomb with the question “Oh where are you visiting from?” “Oh, I’m from there as well!!” “What a coincidence” “Lets share more pics”. And he was hooked! WOHOO!
But then, he started thinking about whether it worth it? Was it acting on an old crush! He might not be as good-looking as I perceived him to be. Also, I knew he was a) married with kids, because it was told to me by his b) boyfriend, with whom hooked up a few times, back home, and he told about how he awesome he is! But I had to get rid of all the qualms and had to get into it! I don’t fucking care if he was married and committed to a guy, because its my vacation, and its vacation!
Let’s call the guy “Zaheer”. So Zaheer was totally sold to the scenario that someone from his home town is going to show him around the nasty sights and sounds of NYC, and who understands how things work back home. So, I was introduced as the friend of a friend to the cousin who dropped him off in the city from the suburbs. Though, the cousin wasn’t bright, so that wasn’t a hard sell. And we were off to the quickie sleazy NYC trip.
Oh btw, Zaheer was fucking hotter than I remembered him to be! The long sweeping hair might have been gone, but it was replaced with a short hair with a touch of grey! Oh man! And I could just sense his body hair trying to pierce through his A&F shirt! (That was a problem, a A&F shirt, dude! Seriously? Are you from the Punjabi business family demographic? At least, it wasn’t Ed Hardy)
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