FROM MALDIVES LGBTQIA+ HISTORY -- TRUE GAY SEX SHORT STORY: The Fishing Platform Behind West Park Cafetaria (used to be there in Malé, the capital of Maldives until President Yameen created the artificial beach RASFANNU on the island's west coast)

On my 29th birthday, after celebrating my first alcohol experience, I decided to go to a fishing platform attached to a seawall built around my island to protect our small archipelagic paradise The Maldives from the onslaught of climate change.

I wanted to catch some fresh air, and also because I was feeling so horny, after all that binging. I thought it would be nice to fuck a lone angler if we made a connection at first sight.

As it was after midnight, it was unlikely there would be anyone except perhaps an occasional angler or two, or the lone skinny dipper or two.

Despite an official ban on skinny dipping from the fishing platform, people still did it during the dark of the night, and law enforcement officers on patrol duty largely left them alone.

See, we come from a tradition of shitting in holes dug on the beach and therefore nudity was not a serious social issue.

Even now some youngsters would skinny dip in the official Swimming Track area - also on the ring road Bodu Thakurufaanu Magu earlier dubbed the Marine Drive - as it is not frowned upon.

There seemed to be no one around when I arrived at the fishing platform and I was a bit disappointed. So I decided to head home after half an hour when my mind should have cleared from the fresh oxygen blowing in from the unpolluted sea breeze.

I slowly walked around and past the graffiti celebrating the success of a certain football team called Eagles, I discovered in one of the corners a shirt, shorts, and a boxer. Someone must be in the sea!

There's a stone staircase which enables people to descend directly onto the house reef from the platform, mostly learning divers from Maldivers diving school in the vicinity who were very interested in exploring a rare underwater cave there. I went there to have a look and it coincided with the owner of the clothes coming up the steps to retrieve them.

I stepped back respectfully to courteously give him room to step onto the platform.

At that moment, our eyes met and he gave me a cute smile. A connection was made!

I checked him out and was amazed to see his balls swaying from side to side behind a what appeared to be an enormous cock even without an erection!

He bent over his clothes and from underneath it, he retrieved a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

He came towards me with the pack open and offered me a smoke. I withdrew one and he lighted it up.

We kept leaning on the platform's railing as we smoked.

I looked at one of the signboards which prohibited smoking on the platform.

By now we were halfway through our fags and I noticed that he had started gently stroking his willy.

I started getting a hard-on too and I stepped onto my cigarette butt and dumped it into a bin that was kept at one of the corners of the platform where a barbeque half barrel was eternally erected.

He did the same and then I realized that all this time he hadn't bothered to put on his clothes.

He turned his back to the railing and faced me and I saw that his pecker was already hard and throbbing like hell.

I knelt in front of him and took his erect dick into my mouth and started sucking him off.

He squeezed the base of his phallus shaft with his left hand and held the back of my head with his right hand. I guessed that he enjoyed face-fucking like every other guy.

I am assuming that he soon reached the point where he could no longer hold it in because the next moment he withdrew his member from my mouth and requested me to drop down my pants and leave it near our feet in case a patrol came over and we needed to get dressed quickly.

He made me face the railing and I held onto it as he spread my legs and found my butthole.

I was wondering whether he was going to eat it or just lick, and to my pleasure, he did both.

Once my anus was lubricated he stood up and I felt his glans poke my butthole.

I provided some leeway by loosening my rectum as if I was having a bad shit and this enabled him to easily insert his cockhead into my ass.

He started pushing forth and pulling back and I felt both pain and pleasure because his manhood felt very tight in my arse and I assumed he must have a penis that was more tremendous than I earlier saw and which I failed to notice later with the hard-on because it was the dead of the night.

His motions became faster and it seemed that the smacking sound made by his loins striking my bum might reach the street.

I don't have any idea of the exact moment when he cummed but I suspect it was when he came to a standstill, squeezing my hips, as if he was waiting for all his hot load to unload into my colon.

I think it was because we were lost in the throngs of passion that we failed to notice that two patrols were already on the platform and watching us give a live gay sex show.

Before we could decide what to do, they strolled towards us.

"Get dressed," one of them addressed us - quite calmly in fact.

We did and then they came near and did exactly as what I suspected they would do.

The one who ordered us to get dressed said that he would be more than willing to let us go if we gave them 100 Rufiya to purchase a marijuana joint.

My new friend handed them over a 100 MVR note and we started walking towards the seawall pathway from where we can step down to the Bodu Thakurufaanu street past the West Park cafeteria iron gate.

Before that, I turned around and saw that the two patrols were looking at us strangely.