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Majid Part XI
By Simon Peter
Majid had two months off before he would start his next job and before the fall semester started. He decided that he would spend part of the summer traveling around, just goofing off, using part of the money he had saved for his own enjoyment. But first he wanted to spend some time at home with his dad and two brothers-his mother had passed away when he was a boy and his father never remarried.
He got home on Friday, just in time for dinner. The younger of his two older brothers, Jad, had prepared the food. Everyone welcomed Majid with open arms and he felt the warmth and love for his family. Jad, especially, who during a previous visit, had shared his bed.
Jad was a closeted gay. He had asked Majid after their first sex session to keep it a secret, and Majid had respected that. As he hugged Jad, Majid realized that he missed his brother a lot, wishing that the both of them could develop their sexual relationship into something more meaningful, but knowing that this was next to impossible. He was almost certain that Jad was going to creep into his bed later that evening, and his groin tingled with anticipation. He had already gotten over the guilt of fucking his own brother, so the approaching night promised to be intense.
"So, Majid, my boy," his dad smiled at him across the kitchen table, "tell us about this new job you have landed."
"Oh, Dad," Majid smiled back. "Nothing fantastic, but it pays more than my previous job, and there is a chance that I could be selected for training sessions abroad, in the UK, perhaps."
"Great," his father nodded his head in approval, a look of pride in his son spread all over his face.
Majid held his father in deep respect. He was a hard-working man in construction. He totally understood and supported his son when Majid came out and told him about his homosexuality a few years ago. He never took another woman after his wife died, dedicating himself to raising his three boys. The father, Majid contemplated as they went through dinner, was not bad looking. He should have been able to find someone to warm up his bed. He wasn't that old either, just hitting fifty, and he carried himself beautifully, his work in construction keeping his body fit and his muscles firm. He exuded masculinity, the testosterone oozing from every pore of his hairy body. Majid bit his lower lip and scratched his head as incomprehensible sensations took over his own body. Jad was rubbing thighs with him under the table, and there was the inevitable erection throbbing for sex. Jad was like that, always impatient for cock.
"Why hasn't our dad ever got married again?" Majid asked Jad as they lay next to each other on Majid's bed, naked, still breathing fast after the hot sex, their dicks spent and glistening with male juice.
"How the fuck should I know?" Jad whispered back, placing his hand on Majid's limp cock, fondling it lovingly.
"Weird," Majid tried hard to ignore the fondling even though his dick was starting to respond. "You know, bro, Dad is quite a hot guy for a man his age. I haven't even noticed him dating, let alone fucking a woman."
Jad squeezed on Majid's hardening cock. "Bro, all I'm thinking now is how deliciously this hot dick of yours fucks me!"
Majid turned sideways towards his brother, pulling his face close and biting and licking on Jad's lips as his cock erected inside Jad's palm.
"You are the one who is delicious, bro," Majid whispered. "And fucking you has been awesome."
That was true. There was some kind of intensified eroticism in the fact the Majid was fucking his own brother. Jad was a hot guy and was always hungry for a fuck, but more than that, Jad was older than Majid by two years, yet Majid felt superior as he slid inside Jad's ass, brotherly love intertwined with sexual lust.
Jad wrapped one leg on top of Majid's hip, guiding the hard cock into his crack, rubbing it up and down from under his balls to his puckered butt hole. He made Majid lie back as he climbed on top of him and slid the cock into his eager, still wet ass. Majid thrust up deep until he felt Jad's butt cheeks resting on his crotch, his thick, long cock disappearing into the welcoming warmth of the fuck hole.
"But, Jad," Majid couldn't stop himself. He pushed up to go deeper inside his brother's ass, "why? It's not normal."
Jad bent down over Majid, kissed him as he grinded on the hard pole buried inside his body, trembling with lust. "What's not normal? What the fuck are you talking about?" he moaned.
"Dad," Majid whispered.
"What the fuck!" Jad sounded upset. Sliding himself off Majid, he plopped down on the bed. "Are you obsessed or something? Your dick was way deep inside me and you were thinking of Father? What the fuck's the matter with you? How can you not think about fucking me when you are fucking me?"
"Shit, man, don't be mad. It's just that I can't shake it off, this thing about Dad. How can a man like him, so healthy, so manly, how can he go without sex? You work with him every day. Has he ever mentioned something about seeing some one? Have you had any inkling of a relationship he might be having while I have been away?"
"No, Majid," Jad shook his head. Closing his eyes and fondling his hole with his finger, now that he realized that his brother's mind was on something other than fucking. "Dad is Dad. You know. He's just... Dad."
Majid heaved, not convinced at all. Of course, his erection went down with all the thoughts going through his mind. He couldn't picture his father going through all this long time without sex. At the same time, he couldn't picture his old man in bed with a woman either. He was puzzled.
"Jad," he turned to his brother. "Get your ass back to your room before Ramzi notices that you are not in your bed and comes looking for you. You don't want our old brother to see us like this, do you?"
Jad snickered. "A brotherly threesome," he sneered. "Maybe Dad could join in. Family Fun."
"You're such a jerk," Majid said jokingly, slapping his brother's ass as the latter got off the bed and slid on his shorts and t-shirt.
"If you can't go to sleep because you are dying for my ass, wake me up, bro," Jad laughed as he headed for the door. "Remember: When you are fucking me you are supposed to FUCK me, you shit."
Majid shook his head as his brother left the room. Jad was right. Majid was thinking about his father and his sexual life even when his cock was deep inside his brother. He grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom down the corridor to take a shower. His cock and balls were all sticky with the amount of cum he had shot into Jad's body, most of which seeped back onto his crotch.
Feeling the hot water hitting his naked body, Majid relaxed and, as usual, reflected... about his dad. His old man looked virulent and healthy, with a fit physique and all, but no sex, as far as Majid could detect! Or was there any, on the sly? Was there a mistress somewhere that his father was afraid to advertize, knowing that the boys would not take it well? What was he doing for sex, Majid wondered?
Majid could never be able to live without someone in his bed. No matter how much a lot of people disclaimed the importance of sex, Majid knew that sex was a huge part of his life. How could his dad go with it?
And, by the way, why was Majid getting obsessed with his father's sex life? What was that to him?
Majid stepped out of the shower, dried himself, enjoying crotch sensations as he rubbed water off his thick pubes, his cut cock, his butt crack. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he walked barefoot back to his room. As he passed his father's bedroom, he thought he heard some kind of faint moaning. He stopped in his tracks and listened. Sure enough, there was moaning, sex moaning, coming out of his dad's bedroom. What? Had his father brought a woman into their house to fuck? Majid was intrigued.
He needed to find out what was going on. The door to his father's room was a couple of inches crack- open. He was able to see the foot of the bed. He could see his father's bare feet, at an awkward angle, but there was no other set of feet. Hmmm.
Slowly, silently, Majid pushed the door open a few inches more, praying that it would not squeak. He could now see halfway up the bed, his father's lower body laid out, naked, masturbating. The sight of the father's hand working what looked like an impressive thick dick made Majid erect, tenting the towel. Majid made sure he didn't make any sound as his breathing increased. He opened his mouth, not only of surprise, but also to prevent his breathing through the nose being heard. He froze, his eyes glued onto his dad's hand as it stroked the man cock, going faster.
With a lurch upwards, his dad bucked up his hips and shot a long stream of white cum up in the air.
There were maybe three or four other squirts in quick succession. Majid stood mesmerized, motionless, trying his best to control his breathing, his erect dick throbbing under the towel. He didn't dare touch himself for fear of making any sound, but more than that, for fear of shooting a load as soon as his hand encircled his engorged erection. He stood there, watching his old man's cock going limp, covered and glistening with semen. How he wished that his mouth was around that beautiful rod, buried in the wet and hairy bush, taking in the scent of male juice.
Majid gazed at his father's cock, now resting on the hairy balls, pulsing with post-ejaculation jerks.
Majid's face resembled his mom's, in a masculine way, but he definitely inherited his father's equipment. The thickness of his father dick matched his own although his cock was longer. He felt his mouth go totally dry. For some moments, he closed his eyes, bringing back the image of his father's hand working the thick man cock to ejaculation, the squirting of cum, the bucking and heaving.
Majid jumped with alarm as the door to his dad's room suddenly opened. There was his dad, standing in front of him, fully naked, hairy chest, thick pubes, limp dick, holding the door open with one hand.
"I thought I heard something," the father whispered, eying his son, noticing the bulge under the towel.
Majid was speechless. His body trembled all over and his head swooned. His father reached out with his other hand and pulled Majid into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
"Since you told me that you were gay," the older man said, gripping Majid's wrist, "I always thought about you and about the men you were having sex with. This always gave me a hard-on." Majid realized that his father was confessing something important. "Right now?" the father continued. "I was thinking about you as I played with myself."
Majid remained speechless, responding to his father's pull towards the bed like a puppet on a string, with no will of his own, except for the racing heart and the throbbing cock. His old man pushed Majid down on the bed, pulling off the towel, exposing the young hard dick, bouncing with lust. Kneeling between Majid's dangling thighs, the father grabbed the pulsating erection in the palm of his hand and stroked it gently, lovingly. Majid died! "You have quite a big man-dick, son," the father said, gazing at Majid's large cock. Majid's whole body felt like jelly except for the bone his father was fondling. When he felt his dad's warm, wet lips around the mushroomed, cut head, Majid not only died, but he died and went to heaven. The father went down on his son's erection hungrily, sucking down the thick shaft, tonguing the head, fondling the balls.
Oh my God! My Dad is sucking on my dick! God, oh God, yes. Daddy is blowing me. Oh, heaven! The intensity of his feelings brought Majid's juice straight from his balls to his cock shaft at the speed of light.
Majid came strong: stronger than he had ever shot a load, faster than any of his sex sessions with guys. He had just fucked his brother and dumped a couple of loads less than an hour ago. But with his dad's mouth around his dick, sucking and licking, he exploded with such vehemence, and within seconds after his dad wrapped his lips around his cock. The older man swallowed the juice, all the while looking up at Majid's face.
"You know?" the father said as he let go of the still-pulsating young cock, his lips glistening with boy cum. "You so take after your mother. Same eyes. Same lips. I look at you and I see her."
Majid lay back on the bed, his legs still dangling over the edge, unable to speak, not believing what had just happened. He watched his dad as he lay beside him, pressing his body against his, skin to skin, dad to son. Majid felt his father's cock spring back to erection. What the fuck! Majid thought, trembling.
His old man, at over fifty, just developed another erection a few minutes after he shot a huge load up in the air. Old men didn't get erected so soon, so hard. Old men needed time between fuck sessions, hours, maybe even days, before getting another boner. Not minutes! Unbelievingly, the father's hard cock prodded Majid insistently, wantonly, lovingly.
Majid's father held the boy tight, nibbling at his ear, rubbing his hard man cock on his son's hip. "Just like her," he heaved. "You bring her back. I have never taken another woman since she passed away.
Every time I look at you, I see her. When you left to college I felt as if I had lost her again. I ached for you to come over during breaks."
Majid's father kept rubbing his hard erection on Majid as he confessed. Slowly, he climbed on top of Majid and spread his thighs. Kneeling between the widespread legs, he slid his hard erection under the boy's balls, lifted his son's butt by the legs, and penetrated him.
The pain was enormous. His dad's cock was thick and there was no lubrication or preparation. The invasion was sudden. Even so, biting on his lower lip, stifling a scream of pain, Majid took his dad into his body willingly, in spite of the excruciating ass stretching. He tried his best to accommodate the invading cock, his whole body on fire. The feeling of the thick rod sliding into him made him dizzy. It was totally strange since he was used to being a "top" in his relationships. Not that his ass was virgin.
He did get fucked a few times, but he always preferred to fuck. Now, he was getting dizzy from the sensation of being stretched wide, fucked deep. Was it the fucking? It couldn't be. It was his dad. Dad is inside me. Dad is fucking me. Dad's cock is sliding into me, filling me, making me whole.
Majid couldn't control himself any longer. His dad's weight pressed on top of him, fucking him. The thick man cock was inside him, stretching his ass, moving in and out of his young, aching body. With a loud moan, he exploded just after four or five thrusts from his father's cock. He cummed and cummed. He just couldn't stop shooting semen all over the place, hitting his dad's hairy chest and belly, reaching all the way up to his own face, covering him with loads of jizz. This must have made his father go over the edge because very soon after his last drops left his balls through his dick slit and onto his crotch, the older man filled his son's body with stream after stream of cum. Majid milked the jerking man cock as it spewed semen inside him, squeezing his burning rim muscle around the cock shaft, drawing out every drop of his father's cum. Was this how Majid was made? His dad's sperms racing inside his mom's vagina to find the egg? Were his dad's sperms racing inside his body now? Was his body sucking in his father's thick milk?
Back in his room, Majid stayed awake for what seemed like hours. His ass burned. Pleasantly. He wasn't used to being fucked. It was mostly him that did the fucking. But now he reveled in his father's love-making. Was his dad thinking that he was making love to his mom as he plowed his ass? Did he see his wife under him instead of his son? A proxy fuck? Thousands of questions milled around in his young head. Along with the pleasure, there was the confusion. Was his dad gay? He did fuck him. That must make him gay, for sure. Or did it? He brought back the image of his father's face as he buried his cock in his young ass. His dad kept his eyes closed tightly throughout the fucking. His dad did tell him that he took after his mom. Was his dad really fucking him? Or his mom? He wanted his father to fuck him, not to use him as a replacement for his lost wife.
Majid turned on his side, his cock rock hard. He never lost his erection ever since he crawled out of his father's bed to his own room. He didn't shower after the father-fucking. He wanted to keep his father's semen on him, in him. His ass felt sore and sticky as the semen that trickled out of his hole slowly dried. His chest and even his face that were covered with his own juice still felt covered with love and still smelled of sex. Looking outside the window of his room, Majid could detect the beginning of daylight creeping into the room. At first, he thought that the saltiness on his lips and tongue was from the semen he shot when his father entered him. But he realized it was his tears, running down his cheeks.
Why was he crying? He loved the way his dad fucked him. How his dad filled him with cum. How his dad emptied his balls inside of his young body, squirt after squirt. He was full of an amazing load of fatherly sperm. Surely, this was something very few young men could be proud of.
There was a creak as the door to his bedroom opened, without a knock. Without turning around he knew it was his father. The naked body sliding into bed behind him, pressing onto him, felt strong and muscled, felt masculine, felt needy. The hard cock throbbing against his butt cheeks sent tremors throughout his body. His dad turned him around and saw his erection.
To Majid's amazement, and he had thought that there was nothing in the world that would make him more amazed when his father fucked his ass, the older man held Majid's hard dick, squatted on top of his son, and sat on the rod, driving it deep into his bowels.
The look on Majid's face was indescribable as he felt his cock engulfed inside the warm fuck tunnel.
Amazement was an understatement: more confusion, more intense lust.
No way! His old man was riding his cock. No fucking way! He was thrusting up into his own father's fuck hole. The hairy chest, chiseled, stared him in the face as the abs rippled with the fucking movements. The hairy pubes at the end of a thick hair trail glistened with sweat. His dad's cock bounced up and down as he rode hard on Majid.
Majid's expression was that of elation, of total abandonment, as his cock slid in and out of his father's ass, feeling the squeeze from the rim muscle milking his fuck member. It only took a minute or so for Majid to explode, ejaculating forceful jets of cum into his father's bowels. Normally, he enjoyed prolonged fucking sessions, taking his time, regulating the sliding in and out to delay ejaculation; he would grind, pound, and then grind to resume his pounding as soon as he felt the jizz recede back into his balls. Now, he just exploded.
With Majid's cock still flexing inside the squeezing hole, his father climbed off of him.
"Take a shower and make us some nice hot breakfast, boy," he heard his father say as he left the room, as if in a dream. Or was it? A dream? Had he dreamt that he had been fucked and then had fucked his old man? Had his cock actually plowed into his dad's man ass?
In a daze, Majid wobbled to the bathroom, showered, slipped on shorts and t-shirt, and went down the stairs on weak legs to make breakfast. His dad needed the energy after last night. So did his brother, Jad, who had also been fucked.
As he broke the eggs on the spattering bacon fat, Majid smiled. Finally! Yes, he smiled. Why would they all need breakfast when their bodies were filled with thick and creamy man juices? He didn't think that his family was a bunch of weird homos though. He loved his family. He loved his brother dearly and loved fucking him. He adored his dad, and adored getting fucked by him. He just loved his family.
Majid's plans for travelling around the country were totally scrapped. His nights were divided between Jad and his father. During the early evening hours, he would fuck his brother. After sending Jad off to a blissful sleep, he would shower, rubbing his body, carefully removing all the cum and sweat, cleaning his fuck hole, getting ready for Dad.
During the first week, his ass hurt like hell. But he soon got used to the plowing he received from his father. The session in his parents' bedroom usually started with his dad doing him, deep, hard, but never rough, dumping his man juice in his ass, making him tingle all over. After a little period of rest, his head nestled into his dad's side, it would be his turn to fuck. His father took him with difficulty. But he never complained about the huge Majid cock sliding into his ass. He heaved and grunted as Majid pushed inside the hole. Majid would feel his father's rim muscle stretch for his huge mushroom cock head, pressing to penetrate. Invariably, he cummed inside his father. But sometimes, his dad would make him pull out and would take him in his mouth, sucking him dry.
Needless to say that Majid's summer vacation was tremendously enjoyable, but equally disturbing.
Where would his sexual sessions with Jad and Dad go? Neither his father nor his brother was aware that he was fucking both. How long would this last before one or both of them did? What would happen then? Jealousy? Anger? Disappointment? Rejection? Majid had no way of telling and this kept him awake for long hours in the after-glow of sex.
Then again, Majid knew that it would be almost impossible for him to find future sex partners that could give him the intensity he experienced with his father and brother. The family ties would not be there. The fraternal/paternal love relationship would not be there. Was Majid going to go through life comparing his sexual experiences with his incest? How guilty was he going to be once he put geographical distance between himself and his family members?
In the final analysis, it wasn't just the sex, Majid came to the conclusion. The sex was fantastic, true, but he had had similar and sometimes more gratifying fucks. It was the bond. The fact that his cock was filling his brother or his father, the fact that their cocks were filling him, the fact that family semen was running through their veins, absorbed by their bodies, all of this was too amazing for Majid to grasp or digest.
Questions and more questions. But in the end, Jad and Dad were his lovers for the summer, and that was more than enough. What came next would come next, whatever his did and wherever he went.
The last night he spent at home before leaving the next day was spent fucking. But the rest of the night was devoid of sleep for Majid. He must have shot five or more loads in a period of a few hours.
The physical exertion was nothing compared to the emotional one. He couldn't sleep because of the myriad questions running through his mind. What was even more amazing to him was that he maintained his erection throughout the night, until finally, with the first hints of light seeping through his window, he tiptoed to the bathroom and jerked off, Jad and Dad alternating in his head. The ejaculation was intense, needless to say, and what was natural was for the young man to go back to bed and sleep like a log.
But Majid never did. He showered, shaved, and went down to the kitchen to feed his family members, his lovers.