Author's note: I am a very new and amateur writer and this is a very slow story. I would request everyone to read it with patience and comment on how you found it. It will help me with my future stories.
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I am a small town boy from India with a petite figure, long hair till my mid back which I usually keep in a bun, with very little body hair and an exceptionally big butt for a boy. As you must have presumed, I got bullied a lot by the macho boys in my school but that's life, I guess. I didn't choose to be this way, I was built this way and I am not ashamed of who I am.
Let me tell you a bit about India, the country I live in. It is a very beautiful country with people of many cultures, languages and religions living together which you don't find that often. People in small town are so connected with each other that everyone knows every other person in the town, even though our population in small towns is comparable to that of a big city in any other country. We still have a concept of living with our parents and children even when they grow old.
In terms of open mindedness, big towns are much forward than small towns, so LGBT community is not so much accepted in the place I live in. Although there are hardly any cases of violence against the community but people still judge you a lot if you are. Hence a lot of the LGBT people, remain in the closet, either due to the fear of being ousted from the society or due to fear of bringing shame to their family. Some are brave enough to come out and I really admire their courage. Having said this, people are still quite friendly in small towns as compared to the big towns.
Even though I have given you a description of India's view of LGBT community, I never thought I was a part of them. I was just fascinated by long hair and long hairstyles. I always believed that I was a straight boy as I used to masturbate watching lesbian porn. I had always had long hair and I sometimes thought about some random women braiding my hair and decorating the braid with hair accessories and making it entirely beautiful and feminine. Ah! That was so embarrassing yet so hot for me. I was a young boy, with such beautiful hair, and so many women playing with it. Those were some beautiful orgasms as I could remember.
My entire high school life and most of my college life went without any significant story in terms of my sex life. It was just me and my right hand in front of my laptop always watching the episodes of two girls making out. It was an obsession for me, lesbian porn. In real life, I was attracted to a couple of girls but none of them seemed to be attracted to me. I used to get a lot of interest from a few boys though, all of whom either wanted to call me names or throw me around. I was a good student and passed my college with flying colours and got a placement in one of the big cities of India. Moving there, I had to undergo a lot of changes. I was now living alone, so no pre cooked food, no pre washed clothes and no real time to watch porn anymore. I was so involved in my work and had no real time for myself. The positive changes in my life were, there were no more bullies and not so many people who knew me. I could now live as I wanted to.
After about six months of working in a huge company, people had started noticing me and I had made a few good friends in the company. My work was appreciated a lot by my boss and a few of my colleagues. One fine day, I was working on my laptop when I received a message on the company's messenger. It was weird as it was named anonymous. This person wanted to meet me alone in the parking lot. I ignored the post and kept on working. I had similar requests for the entire week at the same time on every single day. Although I was curious from the first day, I wasn't really brave to go alone and be caught in any kind of controversy. So after the week, I took a colleague of mine and said that I had forgotten some document in the car and to accompany me. I reached there but didn't find anyone. I came back and found a message that I should have come alone and it could have changed my world if I did. I kind of laughed at that silly message and let it go. I didn't have any other message after that for a week and I was very curious now. On a fine Monday, I had another message asking me to come alone. I reached the parking lot as soon as I had received the message. Again there was no one. I came back and had another message waiting for me.
It said, "I think you are very curious and ready to meet me alone. It was just a test. We will meet at 6pm in the Botanical garden near your house. I will be wearing a white top and blue jeans. Don't back out, I have a very nice proposal for you". That message was creepy. How the fuck did this guy or girl, know my address and there may be many in white top and blue jeans. I didn't even know the gender. Ah! What was I to do. I did my best to avoid going to the garden but curiosity was killing me and hence I was there at 6 pm sharp. I started roaming around the park casually when suddenly someone approached me. He wasn't in a white top. So we started talking. I had seen this guy a couple of times and he lived just a block away from me. We were sitting and talking on the bench for an hour, just about his new car and football and it was all casual boys talk. He then asked me to accompany him for a coffee as he had an urge for it. I was still looking for the other person but thought that he/she must not have approached me because of the other guy. I thought I would deal with it another day and accepted his offer for a coffee.
We went to the nearby coffee joint and there was no body other than us. We just spoke some more about the things I liked and the things that he loved. He complimented me for my long hair casually which I didn't think was awkward and that probably got him in my good books. He was around 10 years older than me and was living alone as his wife had died in a tragic accident. We exchanged our numbers and that was it for the day. I was back home and wondered about the person.
