Sam and Kevin - chapter 1

Amith wanted me to write this story. He thinks that if I write this and share it with other people, it might help me to overcome some of my feelings. I guess he is right. I have never said these to anyone before. Here it goes. My own story…………….

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Everything started after I got to know that we are wealthier than I thought we are. I started to demand things I never did before because I never thought we could afford them. First I wanted to go to an International School. I thought that’s the best way to polish my English. Then I stop studying for the GCE O/L and took London O/L instead, then London A/L. by the time I am 17, I have finished school. At the same time I changed school, my brother and I managed to convince my father to build a new house. We three together made the house plan. That’s where I got interested for architecture for the first time. After A/L I wanted to study to become an architect.

I knew I was gay since puberty. I never had feelings for girls. However I had a girl friend when I was 15-16 years old. That’s mostly to show off to my friends. I had my first gay experience when I was 11 years old. That was a sleepover at a friends’ place. One thing leads to another and we did some fooling around. However we weren’t capable of Cumming at that time. My real gay experience happened when I was 14. A bridge near to my house was renovating those days. He was an engineer there.

I have to walk about 10 minutes to my home from the main road. I pass that bridge every day. First he smiled and I returned it. Couple of days later he waved and I returned that too. One day he wasn’t there to wave or smile. I was sad but I saw him waiting around the corner. He walked me home. This continued couple of days. One day I invited him to my home because no one was there. That day I let him guide me through the things that I have dreamed of doing with another guy. He was a good teacher and a great guy too.

The reason why I wanted to go abroad for my higher studies was not because they had good study programs there. I simply wanted to get away from Sri Lanka, where I can explore more about myself without hiding, somewhere I can e myself. With lot of research, based on study programs and sexual freedom I chose university of California in Los Angeles AKA UCLA. My best friend Arun also decided to follow me there. I was majoring in architecture and he chose interactive media.

It is a must that first years have to stay in hostels. As much as Arun and I wanted to rent an apartment, we had to obey the rules. We both were 17 years old, minors hence there had to be a guardian assigned. Luckily an uncle of Arun was living in Los Angeles those days. He became our guardian. He never interfered with our lives; he was there just for the paper.

We left Sri Lanka 2 weeks before the orientation. Arun’s Uncle Sean had come to meet us to the airport. We planned to stay with him till the university starts. He was a really nice guy. He treated us like adults. He took care of all the legal stuff; it was easy since he is an attorney. Both Arun and I wanted to buy cars but Sean (he insisted we call him just Sean) pointed out since we will be living in hostel, there is less chance we will need it. He said we can use one of his cars whenever we need it. We accepted. Either he or his friend Andrew took us all around the city. We were wandering what kind of friend he was.

Mean while we prepared ourselves for the task ahead. Andrew suggested we should buy new cloths which match LA style. We sure didn’t want to be seen like men from mars. Arun wanted the craziest thing in the stores. I always tried the more conservative, but trendy look. I gave up my nerdy looking spectacles and bought new stylish one. We bought many jeans, different colors and different styles. Then we went laptop shopping. Arun bought an apple mac, I bought a good old reliable, durable Dell.

3 days before the campus start, we could get to the hostel. It was ok. Not great. But ok. We moved our things from Sean’s to our new room. Andrew had played some politics and could get Arun and me the same room. We were yet to buy the books we needed. So we went to the information counter and asked for a good book shop. She suggested “The Bookmark”. It was about 10 minutes walk from the campus. It was a huge bookshop. We didn’t know where to find what we wanted. We were roaming around with the list when a hunky guy came and asked,

“Can I help you sir”

“you certainly can”

Arun jumped and answered. But not before checking him out well. I gave him the list. He looked at it and helped me find what I wanted. I was following him and checking him out. He was a Greek god; Perfect physique, heart melting smile. Thankfully Arun was after another guy. So I could have him for myself. My gaydar is working overtime. I got the signals from him but didn’t try to push it.

“All done”

He said after finding all we wanted. I thanked him and paid for th books. Then I found Arun, grabbed him and went back to hostel.

“That guy is off limit to you ok?”

I told Arun. I had to mark my territory.

“keep him. Don’t want him. You know anyway I don’t like white skin.”
Arun liked dark guys. Thank god.