The Night I Became Someone Else

That evening, my friend and I went to the train station to see off a mutual acquaintance. After the train departed, even though it was already quite late, we stopped by a cafe for a beer. Azamat, my friend, isn't exactly a big drinker, but sometimes, once he takes a sip of something alcoholic, he can't stop until he spends all his money or someone literally drags him home by force.

That's exactly what happened that time: one mug was followed by a second, then a third... Time flew by unnoticed as we talked, and glancing at my watch, I said it was time for us to go. He lives nearby, but I have to go quite a distance. After walking

him home, I ran to the metro. At the entrance, the ticket inspector told me it was about to close and at first didn't want to let me in, but then she took pity on me.

Sitting in an empty carriage, I leaned back in the seat, closed my eyes, and before I knew it, I fell asleep. I woke up because someone was shaking my sleeve. I opened my eyes and saw the train driver's assistant.

"Young man, wake up, this is the final stop!"

"Final stop? When are you going back?"

"Only in the morning," he replied with a laugh. "Get out, the metro is closing already."

Cursing myself, my trip to the cafe, and even the driver who was essentially not at fault, I got out of the carriage that had brought me to the Alatau terminal station and started calculating in my head how far I would have to walk to Almali. Four stations! Damn it! How could I oversleep? And, as if on purpose, I had no money at all, not even enough for the night bus, let alone a taxi. "Nothing to be done, I'll have to walk," I said to myself, exiting the metro and briskly walking along Abay Avenue. The journey ahead was not short, and to be honest, I was a bit scared. What if someone accosted me, beat me up, or took my phone—who knows what could happen.

I walked quickly and often looked back. A couple of times, I encountered a few tipsy guys, whom I avoided, hoping they wouldn't call out to me or beckon me over. I covered most of the distance without any incidents, and then my luck ran out. As luck would have it, it occurred to me that it would be better to take a shortcut, and after a moment's hesitation, I turned left onto the narrow, dark Baiseitova Street. I hadn't run even a hundred meters when two Kazakh guys, roughly my age, came out from behind a building and blocked my path.

"Hey, bro, got a smoke?"

"No," I replied, thinking it would be madness to approach them and offer a cigarette.

Looking around, I stepped onto the roadway, deciding to go around them there, but they didn't let me.

"Got a hundred tenge?" the other one asked. I replied that I didn't have any money either and started walking even faster.

"Maybe you'll suck us off then?" the first one suddenly asked, and both stepped towards me at once. My heart sank, and I became so scared I felt a pit in my stomach. Like a stone from a sling, I took off running without looking where I was going. Even though the guys weren't completely sober, they didn't fall behind, and I realized with horror that sooner or later they would catch me, and then... At the intersection with Kurmangazy Street, for some reason, I turned left. Right after the turn, I looked back to see how far my pursuers were, and that's what did me in—I didn't look at my feet, tripped over something, and sprawled on the sidewalk, painfully hitting my right knee. While I, wincing in pain, tried to get up, they caught up with me and grabbed my arms.

"Well, that's it, you're caught!" the first one said gleefully. "Now you're ours!"

"Guys, let me go! I haven't done anything bad to you," I babbled in Kazakh, frantically trying to recall my modest knowledge of the state language and hoping it would somehow appease them and soften my fate.

"Look at that, he even speaks Kazakh. Good job!" the first one said with a smile. "Don't be afraid, brother, we won't beat you. And we won't take anything from you."

"But you'll still have to suck us off," the second one added. "We haven't had sex in a week, and we really want it, right, Yerlan?"

"You bet! Mine's already hard right now!" the first one responded and stroked his crotch.

"Guys, I don't want to suck! Find someone else! Let me go!" I pleaded, now in Russian. "I don't even know how to do it."

"Don't worry, we'll teach you!" laughed the one named Yerlan. "Come on, let's go into that entrance over there, there's no intercom. And don't even think about running, we'll catch you anyway and then we'll definitely beat you up."

"Don't worry so much!" the other guy said as I walked to the entrance under escort. "There's nothing scary about it. On the contrary, you'll like it!" And both of them burst out laughing.

On stiff legs and with my heart pounding in my chest, I climb the stairs, feeling like a real prisoner—one in front, one behind, nowhere to run. Though, I could try to scream. Surely some resident would hear and come out onto the landing, and the guys would get scared and run away. But for some reason, I don't do it and keep moving forward, like a rat to the call of a magic flute in that famous fairy tale. Maybe because I'm in a kind of trance from this whole situation, or maybe...

No, I'm not gay, I like girls, and I've never had sex with guys, but lately I've started noticing a strange interest in my friend Azamat, the same one I was at the cafe with that evening. About a week ago, we were relieving ourselves behind some garages near my house.

"Damn, Denis, I've got a hard-on here, don't pay attention, okay?" he suddenly said, pulling his hard and rather long penis out of his underwear.

"Yeah, sure, what do I care!" I replied, but I stole a couple of glances at his member, and for some reason, I suddenly wanted to touch it, even though before, when I'd seen him naked, I hadn't had such a desire. Coming home that evening, I went under the shower as usual and started jerking off. When masturbating, I always thought about girls, but this time, for some reason, Azamat was in my mind's eye with his hard, stake-like dick and large, circumcised head. And today, while we were sitting in the cafe, he got drunk and started telling me how he slept with some girl yesterday.

"Damn, she sucked me off so good! I almost pissed myself from the pleasure!"

I imagined it and realized with horror that it would be interesting to be in that girl's place and try it. Just try it, and only once. Like in that famous saying, once doesn't count...

"We're here," Yerlan announced when we reached the fifth floor. "What are you thinking about? You look like we're about to kill you. Come on, relax! Get on your knees, do it yourself, the nice way!"

As if under hypnosis, I kneel on the dirty, spit-stained floor, and my face ends up right at the level of his crotch. He lowers his shorts, takes out his dick, not very big, with a dark red head glistening with a drop of pre-cum, and brings it to my mouth. The smell of an unwashed cock immediately hits my nose. I open my mouth and, for some reason, squeeze my eyes shut. Within a second, I feel his penis in my mouth, penetrating deeper and deeper until I feel nauseous and start coughing.

"Not so deep, or he'll puke now," says the second guy. "Let him get used to it gradually."

"Come on, suck!"

I remember the last porn I saw, where a young girl was sucking a huge black guy's massive club, and trying to imitate her, I start moving my head back and forth.

"Awesome!" Yerlan mutters and also starts making thrusting movements, fucking my mouth. This goes on for several minutes. In the stairwell, his rapid breathing and characteristic slurping sounds are heard. The second guy stands silently, but out of the corner of my eye, I see he's also taken out his dick and is slowly jerking it with both hands.

"Yerla, are you almost done? I want some too!" he says.

Yerlan's penis becomes even harder, he starts moaning, and now it's sticky and sour in my mouth. There isn't a lot of cum, but I still have to make two swallowing motions to send it down my esophagus. Then the guy pulls out his dick, shakes off the saliva, and puts it back in his underwear.

"You suck well! Good job!" he says with a satisfied look.

This time, I take his dick in my hands myself and start sucking the head. The guy moans and closes his eyes in pleasure. He comes very quickly, probably because he was jerking off before. Literally a minute later, his dick starts pulsing, and a powerful stream of cum hits my mouth. There's much more of it than Yerlan's, and it's not as thick. After finishing, he pulls out his member and smears the remaining semen on my lips.

"Cool! You suck better than a chick!" he compliments me.

I continue kneeling, completely in the grip of this new feeling, regretting only that I hadn't tried this earlier! Imagine, I lived to be twenty, fucked many girls, and never even imagined there was something more pleasant in life than just shoving a dick into a tight vagina.

"Do you live far?" asks Yerlan. I give him my address. Then I catch myself and think I shouldn't have done that. What if they're planning something? "Let's go, we'll walk you home," he continues. "Otherwise, you might meet someone else, and others might beat you up; we, Aibek and I, are peaceful, all we wanted today was sex."

Strangely enough, the guys walked me all the way home. Moreover, right near my entrance, Yerlan unexpectedly said:

"Aibek, wait here, we need to talk."

We went into my entrance together, and I looked at him questioningly. What did he want to tell me?

"What's your name?"

"Denis," I reply.

"So, Den, I have a proposal for you. Let's meet again tomorrow, okay? I just didn't want to say it in front of Aibek, you never know, he might think I like guys. But I really liked it; before this, only girls sucked me off, but with them, it's somehow different, more complicated, I guess. With you, it's simple. Damn, what am I saying! Tell me, how did you like it?"

"I liked it," I tell him the truth, thinking that if Yerlan hadn't suggested meeting again, I would have had to look for someone myself to experience what I went through that night.

I met with Yerlan a few more times; I sucked him off in the elevator, on the top floor of my building, and even behind those same garages where I first saw Azamat's erect dick. I said 'first' because after a while, Yerlan disappeared, and I couldn't find him anywhere, even though I purposely went to that area and, overcoming fear, wandered around the street late at night where I had met him and Aibek, but it was all in vain; the guys had vanished into thin air. The desire to take a guy's penis in my mouth again grew and grew until one day it became so strong that I couldn't hold back anymore, and when Azamat came to visit me and we, after drinking beer, started talking about girls, I said to him:

"Listen, Zema, I want to tell you something... you're my friend, right?"

"Well, yeah!" he replied, surprised. "What happened? Do you want to borrow money? I don't have much, but I can give you about ten thousand tenge. What do you need it for?"

"No, it's not about money! Something happened to me recently..." and I told him everything that had happened a few months ago, only omitting that I had met with Yerlan a few more times and sucked him off.

"You sucked? Wow! Wait, so what does that have to do with me? If you think we won't talk after this or that I'll stop drinking from the same bottle with you or sharing a cigarette, that's not true. We're friends."

"Thank you!" I put my hand on his shoulder. "But I also wanted to ask... Can I... with you too...?"

"So that's it! I don't mind!" he smiled, and his black eyes gleamed strangely. "I've wanted to try with you for a long time, but I never dared to say that besides girls, I also like guys. Only if you hadn't started it first, I probably wouldn't have told you, it was kind of awkward."

"What???"

Instead of answering, he pushed me onto the sofa, pulled out his hard dick, and shoved it into my mouth, and with his other hand, he took out my penis and started jerking it off.

***

A year has passed. Recently, Azamat went into the army. I stood on the platform with his parents and friends, and tears were streaming from my eyes. No one knew why I was crying. No one guessed that I was losing not only a friend for a year but also my boyfriend, which he became soon after that day when I told him about my desire. And during that time, we had more than just oral sex...

Now, like in an old song, I count the days until we meet again, and every morning, tearing off a calendar page, I happily think that there's one less day to wait. And I often remember Yerlan and Aibek and that night that completely changed my life.