Majid

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Note: I normally don't like stories divided into parts. When I started with Majid, I had no idea that the story would grow like it did. I had to divide it into parts because I couldn't let go of Majid. Now it's in11 parts and I really cannot tell whether you will stick with it, give up, or desire for more. Your comments will help me decide.

Simon

Majid Part I

By Simon Peter

Majid was gay. But Majid had never had sex with another guy.

He had just turned 18 and had started his senior high school year. The thing about Majid was that he kept to himself mostly. Since his mother died when he was born, he had been living with his dad and his two older brothers and he had made sure that he kept his life and interests very private. His dad was not the most congenial person in the world. He was a construction project manager who had gotten there through sheer hard work and strong character rather than college education. Majid's two older brothers also had decided against college and are working with their father. None of his all-male family members had gone to college and Majid guessed that he was not expected to do so either. He didn't much care for college anyway, but he had applied just so that he could be away from home.

Luckily for Majid, he had his own bedroom to himself. He would spend hours surfing the net and looking at pictures of nude men. He made sure to clear all traces of the websites all the time, just in case. He dreaded the idea of his two butch brothers finding about his gay tendencies. As he stared at the images on his laptop screen, he would imagine himself sucking on those hard dicks and would end up masturbating, his imagination going rampant.

At school, his only friend was Fareed, who also lived next door. He enjoyed Fareed's company mostly because he embodied what Majid wished his boyfriend to be. Unlike Majid, who was smaller than average in all aspects-height, weight, muscles-Fareed was a "hunk." Except for his dick size, Majid was a smallish, nerdy boy. Fareed was popular with the girls at school and would almost always be chatting up one or the other. Majid hated seeing his friend with one arm around a hot girl's waist, seemingly having the time of his life. On these occasions, Majid would just mope away, cursing his life, rushing to his laptop and the nude men, pulling on his large dick, teasing, edging, until he erupted in hot long streams of boy juice.

It took him enormous willpower to refrain from coming out to his friend, Fareed, and drag him to bed. His timidity had always stopped him from any kind of attempt. Most days, especially warm days, Fareed would come over in cut-off shorts and tight I-shirt and lounge in Majid's room. That drove Majid wild. Fareed had a killer man body for a boy of 18. Majid had seen his brothers naked quite often, but they did not turn him on the way Fareed did. He would surreptitiously glance at his friend's bulging crotch and wonder about the shape, the size, the taste of his buddy's tool. He ached and ached.

It was a Sunday afternoon. His dad and brothers were downstairs in the den watching a football game when Fareed came over. As usual, he was wearing a pair of running shorts and a half- sleeved shirt, the top two buttons open, revealing his patch of chest hair. In the running shorts, his bulge was invitingly visible. Majid inwardly heaved and longed for his friend. He had been looking at nude men on his laptop when Fareed barged into the room, and he had quickly put up the page on which he had been working his English assignment earlier.

"Hey, M," Fareed greeted him with enthusiasm. "What's up?"

"Nothing much Freddy," Majid shook a little at how close Fareed came to seeing what he had on his laptop. Fareed bent over his shoulder looking at the screen. Majid could feel the heat of his friend's body so close to him and his already erected dick quivered with lust inside his jeans.

"Don't tell me that on such a beautiful Sunday afternoon you are working on an assignment."

As Majid looked around at his friend, mesmerized by the glance into the open shirt, the revealed nipples, Fareed reached over and hit the Internet tab. A full image of a naked man with a huge hard-on sprang into view. Shocked, Majid froze. He barely realized the sound of inhaled breath coming out of his friend's mouth as the picture materialized in front of them.

Fareed hit the back button and further pictures of erected naked men fleeted across the screen.

"Fuck!" Fareed hissed. "What the fuck, M?"

Majid couldn't utter a word. He felt his heart had stopped beating. His gaze shifted toward the floor although in his mind he could picture every detail in the photos Fareed was looking at.

"M?" Fareed repeated. "What's this on your laptop? Pictures of fucking naked men? You like naked men, M?"

Still Majid was motionless. The proximity of Fareed's body, the heat emanating from it, made him wild as well as frightened. What was he supposed to answer? Yes. He fucking loved looking at fucking naked men. So fucking what? Majid seethed with trepidation turning to anger.

He looked up to meet his friend's gaze. Fareed had both hands on his hips waiting for him to respond.

"There's nothing wrong with looking at photos," he mumbled, a bit lamely, he thought.

"Of naked men with hard dicks?" Fareed insisted.

Majid kept his gaze. He didn't know where he was able to find the courage. But still he was embarrassed, wishing that the earth would split open and swallow him.

"Oh, man," Fareed scratched his head. "Man, bro, you're a fruit, aren't you."

"Fuck you, too, Freddy," Majid heard himself saying, the anger building.

Fareed laughed. "So you like naked men, huh? Have you imagined seeing me naked, M?"

Majid nodded his head, still gazing at his friend, who now, he was certain, was not going to be his friend anymore. He wondered what Fareed would do next. Would he run down to his dad and brothers and spill the beans? Shit, and shit, and double fucking shit!

However, slowly, ever so slowly, Fareed unbuttoned his shirt. "Do you like this, M?" He stood with his naked torso revealed, with the patch of hair in the middle of his chest, the pronounced abs, and the trail down south, just barely away from Majid's face. Majid took in a deep breath.

"Any of the men you look at on the net beat this?" Fareed rubbed his chest, fondling his nipples, tracing down the trail to the waist of his shorts.

"Please, Freddy," Majid begged, finding his shaky voice with difficulty. "Can we forget about this? It's not a big deal. We're friends."

Fareed, ignoring Majid's pleading, pulled down on the waist of his shorts to show the beginning of thick, black pubic hair. "Shall I continue, M? Do you want to see more of me? This is real flesh here, buddy, not a picture off the internet." Majid knew that his friend was teasing. The attitude of macho, straight guys towards homosexuals was well known.

"Freddy, come on, man," Majid was close to tears but he couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful male torso of his friend. He started to get his erection back and cursed himself for being the way he was. He couldn't ignore his feelings and his preferences and now all those were focused on the hot specimen in front of him.

To Majid's surprise, Fareed proceeded to pull down his shorts all the way, arching his back, showing a semi-erect, cut dick covering his balls. Majid inhaled audibly, the beautiful man cock in the flesh at his reach. This was not a photo on the screen: Fareed was right. This was real.

"Well? Do I beat the men on your screen? Want to touch it?" Fareed seemed to tease some more.

Majid reached out and tentatively held Fareed's tool in his palm. The shivers from the touch electrified his body. God, it felt so good. His feelings of embarrassment and shame receded as Fareed's cock hardened in his palm. He felt the throbbing, the shaft getting harder. He jerked off almost every day, some days two or three times, but his dick had never felt the same. For one, Fareed's cock was not as big as his own, even now that it was fully erect. But he felt the silky mushroom head pulsating against his the skin of his palm as he bravely wrapped his fingers around it. He kept his grip on his friend's shaft, making sure every fraction of a second was imprinted in his mind. His heart was racing.

He looked up at Fareed's face, still palming the erect dick. His friend had a kind of a smirk on his face as he started to slowly pump Majid's hand. "Pretty awesome, M, huh? Work it. Work my cock."

It felt awesome, but it also felt embarrassing. What was he doing jerking on a guy's cock? And not any guy. This was his friend, Freddy. His attention returned to the hard rod in his hand.

Without daring to look at Fareed's face, he watched his hand move up and down the shaft, which was not too long-perhaps just over 15 to 16 centimeters-but thick in the middle. He felt his erection straining at his pants.

"This is nice, M," Fareed's breathing was becoming faster, heavier. "Have you ever done this to another guy?"

Majid shook his head.

"Come on, M, tell me. I won't tell anyone. Who did you do? Some guy I know?"

Again Majid shook his head.

Fareed reached and placed his hand on Majid's head. "And you have never tasted one either, huh?"

The shaking of the head. Majid knew that he was being grilled, and he should have gotten upset with that, but the hard cock in his hand made him lose all sort of emotions other than the emotion of palming a real, hard cock.

"How about giving it a try?" Fareed continued. "You know you want to, and my cock is right here for you. It's real and it's hard. Go ahead. Lick the tip. Just the tip." He nudged Majid's head toward his crotch, arching his back more.

Shakily, not letting go of the hard dick shaft, Majid touched the head with his lips. The electricity he had felt coursing through his body when he first wrapped his hand around the cock was mild in comparison with what he felt when his lips touched the silky head. Still stroking the shaft, he licked the head tentatively, his whole body shivering.

"Oh, yea, fuck, yea," Fareed was breathing hard. He tried to push his cock into Majid's mouth.

"Suck it, M, you hot fuck, suck my fucking cock."

As soon as Majid opened his lips and wrapped them around the cock head, Fareed pushed hard driving the shaft into Majid's mouth. It was only Majid's hand around the base that stopped the shaft from penetrating his throat. He gagged and coughed on the invading cock and tried to pull away, but Fareed's hands on the back of his head pushed it into his groin, forcing himself inside.

As Fareed pushed in, Majid felt his throat blocked and his nose was filled with snot. He couldn't breathe. Tears were streaming down his face cheeks as Fareed pumped into his mouth. He tried his best to relax and suck, but all he could do was slobber, gag, and cough. It didn't take long for him to feel Fareed's cock thicken and jerk and he felt the stream of hot semen fill his mouth. He wasn't able to swallow. He felt some of the cum ooze out of his nose as Fareed squirted down his throat. Fareed's moans were so loud as he dumped his load that Majid was scared his dad or his brothers might hear.

Finally, Fareed released his grip on the back of Majid's head and pulled his dick out. Majid was barely able to breathe, slobbering and spitting the rest of the man juice out of his mouth onto the floor, but tasting the saltiness and slickness of semen for the first time.

"Fuck! Fuck, M, you fucking sucked me off! Cocksucker! Fuck! Cock sucking homo." He slapped his wet softening cock at Majid's face. "You will suck my cock whenever I tell you to, M, you fucking homo."

Majid couldn't believe his ears. Never had Freddy, his friend, been so abusive. He looked up with tears swelling in his eyes, now with hurt rather than with gagging. How could Freddy treat him so badly?

He stood up to confront his now-not-so-sure friend, standing totally naked, his cock getting limp and dripping cum and spit on the floor. Fareed was bigger, taller, more muscled, but Majid suddenly overcame his timidity.

"Freddy," he managed to say, swallowing salty cum, trying hard not to choke. "Yes, I sucked you off. Yes, you are a hunk. Yes, I have fantasized about seeing you naked and touching you and even sucking your dick. But, Freddy, I have never imagined that you'd treat me this way, that you are such a shit. You know what? Now that you are aware of the kind of sex I like, you would have enjoyed it much more if you had given me half a chance instead of calling me names and forcing yourself on me."

Majid was totally out of breath. That was a shockingly long speech right after being mouth- raped. Fareed's eyes went wide as he froze, still naked but now more exposed than bragging, his shorts around his ankles. "B..but you sucked my dick!" he said lamely.

"No, Freddy, you raped my face!" Majid challenged.

"Fuck this!" Pulling up his shorts and retrieving his shirt, Fareed dressed and walked to the door, with Majid all the while watching. He could still feel semen drying on his chin, but he didn't move to wipe it off. He felt angry, ashamed but angry. He never asked to be born like this.

Freddy had no right. On another level, the experience had left him extremely excited. His erection raged.

As soon as Fareed, shut the door behind him, Majid rushed to the bathroom and masturbated, intense and hard, with vengeance. His dick felt huge compared to Fareed's, and he shot streams of semen into the toilet bowl. When he finished dripping, he bent over the toilet seat and heaved, throwing up.

For a few days, he managed to avoid meeting his friend. He didn't know how to act if they did meet. Or what Fareed's attitude would be. It was not until the following Saturday afternoon that they bumped into each other outside his front porch.

"Hey, buddy," Fareed said amiably. Buddy? I am not a cocksucker anymore? BUDDY?

"Hey," he responded icily and moved around Fareed to get to the house.

"Listen, M," Fareed said following him. "Hold up for a minute, bro."

"What?" Majid said, anger beginning to swell as he looked at who was supposed to be his friend. He was astonished to still find himself marveling at Fareed's hot body, and the memory of touching this guy's dick and feeling it erect in his palm jumped into his head vividly although he had been trying to push it away all week. He weakened and cursed himself. "What, Freddy?"

he added a bit more gently.

"M, bro, about the other day? Man, I'm sorry. I was a bitch. Can we forget about it? I miss our friendship."

"You mean to say that you miss the friendship of a cock-sucking homo?" Majid couldn't but make this stab although the look on his face had lost some of its anger.

"Man, I said I was sorry. What do you want? For me to suck your dick?"

"That's good for starters." They both laughed. The ice was broken.

Fareed followed Majid to his room. What followed was raw man sex but, this time, mixed with mutual gentleness and respect. It turned out that Fareed had similar feelings towards men as well as towards Majid. When he laid his eyes on Majid's dick, Fareed's eyes bulged.

"Oh, fuck, that's a horse dick, M. Shit, man! I never realized that you are packing such a huge tool." That afternoon was restricted to oral blow jobs, with Fareed never letting go of his friend's monster cock, slobbering and trying to swallow the long shaft through the gagging and coughing. It seemed that he couldn't get enough of this much-bigger-than-average cock.

Each boy blew a few loads.

In the future it would be Majid breaking Fareed's macho virgin ass with his monstrous, rock-hard, insisting dick.

But that's another story.