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Chapter 24: Cupcake Ranch, the Muslim
The next day -- I was on my day off in Cheyenne, having had a good three way the night before with a chub and a Native American, and woke up hard. I had a dream I was fucking George, the Native, and almost came in my sleep, but woke up in time to finish myself off -- wet dreams, in my experience, are just not as pleasurable as a JO, even if I wake up at the end with cum all over my belly.
I cleaned up, shaved, went out for breakfast, and came back to my room (check out time was noon and I wanted to get back to the ranch for supper at 6) so I was looking for something (or better yet someone), to occupy my time until 3 or so. I got on line and looked, and made my profile say I was in Cheyenne, and available for NOW, but could only host until noon, but was available to travel after that.
A guy named Abdul responded first. His pictures showed a medium dark-skinned guy with a good muscular ass, a narrow waist, nice pecs, generally all around a good-looking guy. He was 27. He then wrote me:
"You need to know I was raised as a Muslim, if that bothers you. I was born in Bethlehem, just like Jesus, and came to the US to go to college, and since then I have gotten my Green Card and will be a US citizen next year if all goes as planned. My family had money and I went to a private Catholic school in Jerusalem, and started learning English in Kindergarten. A crazy childhood, and even crazier that I am in Cheyenne Wyoming, but I have a good software job here. And, I am versatile, but not very experienced in any of it. Homosexuality is very frowned upon in my culture, although it is very much in existence in private, due partially, I think, to arranged marriages to women for whom there is no sexual attraction. So, no tell is important to me. And I am engaged to a woman our parents found, I was sent on three dates one weekend I went back, I did not really like two of them, the 3rd one was OK, and that was it. No choice on the part of either of us. But as long as I fuck her often enough to produce a few kids, that will be OK. But I am really sexually attracted to men, but have not done much, and want to do a lot before I get married."
"Sounds OK to me," I said, "I am fine with newbies, I can teach, they can learn, and almost every guy I have had sex with has taught me something, newbie, or old hand."
"It is my day off," he said, "do you want to come here?"
"Yes," I said, "I need to check out of my motel and I will be there, maybe in 20 or so minutes."
"Great," he said.
I arrived at his apartment, he opened the door and locked it after me. It was clearly a no shoes house, so I took off my boots. The lights were dim in the living room, he sat down in an armchair, I was left with a couch. He offered me a variety of soft drinks, saying he was a Muslim and did not consume alcohol, but, did not follow all their rules. I noted that I was a Christian, and did not follow all of their rules either.
He was dressed in a basketball shirt and basketball shorts, very long, and very loose, yellow and green. As he shifted in his chair I could see he was going commando, and, was hard. We talked about not much, for a couple of minutes, then he was giving me a view of his cock, so I got up, went over, and said, "May I?" and reached up his shorts for his cock.
"Yes," he said. And he grabbed my cock through my jeans, I was going commando as well, and we then both took off what was left to take off. Basically shirt, pants, and in my case, socks.
His cock was very dark brown, but the head was very pink -- mine is just pink -- and his cock head was wet with precum. It had a pronounced curve to the left, whereas mine goes straight out and up. But it was very hard, and nice to feel.
"69?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. I we got in position, me on top, he took my cock in his mouth, but just the head, while I, having had a lot more experience, took his as deep as I could to begin with, knowing I could eventually deep throat him once I got into it. We played this for a while, then came up for air. "Can I rim you?" he asked.
"Go for it," I responded.
I got on all fours, he got behind me, and began to lick my taint, then my hole, just on the surface. It felt great, but I wanted more. "Tongue fuck me," I said. He did. It was even better.
"Can I fuck you?" he asked. "Sure," I said, "just take it easy, you want to do it like this?" And he put his cock up to my hole. "Condoms and lube," I said, "there are some in my jeans pocket."
He got the supplies, I took the lube and lubed up my hole while he struggled with the condom, he had it inside out to begin with, I told him to use another one, and to blow it up a little to see which way it unrolled first. He lubed it up, and addressed my hole. "Go slow," I said. He did. I relaxed, pushed out, let go of my cock, took a deep breath, and in it went. "All the way," I said, "it's OK, just push." He did. It felt great to have his very hard cock up my ass. "Screw me," I said, "make a circular movement." His cock aiming to the left, it was pushing against one side more than the other.
"Here," I said, "get on your right side, and I will lift up my right leg, and put your cock back in, so the curve is up against my prostate. That feels so good. And if you do your wife that way, it will hit her G spot and maybe you will send her over the edge."
He did, and we fucked slowly for a long time. He played with my cock and my nips, I told him to suck on the nip closest to him, he did, and that, plus me having two hands free to play with my cock, put me over the edge, and he followed.
He pulled out, still hard. I commented, he said, "I always stay hard for at least 3 or 4 minutes after I cum, and if I play with it, it can go again, no problem. But once I cum the second time, it stays hard like the first time, but it really is too sensitive to play with for at least 15 minutes after that, and, although I can get hard again, I have a hard time cumming. In fact, it gets painful, rather than pleasurable."
"I can cum twice, no problem," I said. "Suck me and I will be hard again in no time." So, we 69'd again, both hard, lots of exploration about what made each other feel good, and finally came in each other's mouths.
"It's never been this good with women," he said. "I don't know what I will do when I get married."
"I sure do not envy you," I replied. We talked about his culture and growing up in a situation where on the surface the Israeli Jews were at war with the Arab Muslins, but underneath, the human beings got along -- his best example being going to a Catholic school where Jews, Arabs, Christians, and Armenians (who were mostly Christian) all went, to get a good education and mastery of English, Hebrew and Arabic.
We traded addresses and phone numbers and he promised to keep me informed of the progress of his arranged marriage, which, in fact, he did.