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Majid Part IV
By Simon Peter
"Dad, I'm gay." Inwardly, Majid was trembling like a leaf, but on the outside he displayed maturity, confidence and seriousness.
Majid had recognized his sexual tendencies towards men ever since he was a teenager, but had kept them all a secret until his high school senior year. At the beginning of that year, he had had his first gay experience with his classmate and neighbor, Fareed. They had enjoyed hot sex together without letting out their secret. Fareed, being a macho straight-looking guy and Majid being a serious non- effeminate guy, it hadn't been too difficult to keep their lovemaking to themselves.
Even during his subsequent college freshman year, his relationship with his Swedish roommate had also been a secret, confined within the four walls of their shared dorm room. It had been more fulfilling than his earlier relationship with Fareed since Majid had gotten more experienced and had enjoyed the European openness of his roommate, Jan, as opposed to the closed Middle East culture he was raised in.
But now, both Fareed and Jan were in the past. Majid was home for the summer and he just couldn't keep fooling everyone, especially his father, regarding his homosexuality. Last night, as he masturbated, pulling on his large cut dick, he decided that it was time to have a talk with his dad. It was going to be very tough, he knew, but he had to come out to someone who is not a fuck-buddy. In one weird way, these thoughts that had crept into his mind while masturbating made his ejaculation so intense that he was out of breath for a full couple of minutes as his dick went limp but still dripping.
"Gay?" Majid's father mumbled, his eyes growing wide, his eyebrows raised in an unbelieving expression. "Gay? Did you say gay, boy?" The tone was rising, not a good sign.
Majid stood in front of his shocked dad, not daring to move a muscle, but bravely looking at his father's eyes, trying his best not to show signs of embarrassment or weakness.
"Fuck!" his dad's voice rose to an even higher, louder pitch. "Majid, are you a homo? Fuckfuckfuck! My son a fruit!" The father's face grew crimson red and his eyes almost popped out of his face.
Majid's dad was shaking his head, his hand going through his thinning hair, in disbelief.
"Dad," Majid said in a low tone trying to ease the aggravation that was fast building between them.
"Please, understand me. Yes, I'm gay."
"Oh, God, shit! A homo son! What's there to understand? Oh, fuckandfuck," Majid's father was trying to control what was now turning from shocked disbelief to rising anger. "Who was it? Who fucked you, boy?" This was turning into a scream.
"It's not like that, Dad," Majid pleaded. He knew that the logic he had used last year to convince his father about going to college would be of no use now. His expected strategy had been that once he told his father, although there would be anger and recriminations, his father would accept and relent.
But that was not the case now.
"It's not like what, boy?" his father retorted angrily. "Your mom is turning in her grave. I can't believe this. Tell me Majid. Who fucked you? I knew something horrible was going to happen when I allowed you to go to this damned college of yours. Colleges full of fruits and homos. Fuck! Majid, Fuck, boy! Who the fucking fucked you?"
"Dad, this started before college," Majid maintained his conciliatory tone with difficulty. "And it has nothing to do with fucking. I just know that I am not attracted to girls, and I have enjoyed being with guys much more. It's not like I have chosen to be this way. People are born with tendencies like mine.
It's found all over nature. Please, dad, I love you so much that I couldn't bear keeping this secret from you." Majid made sure not to mention that, according to a lot of research he had done on homosexuality, these tendencies were in the genes, inherited! That would have made his father go through the roof.
Majid's father slumped down into the kitchen chair, his hands around his head, staring down at the table, shaking his head sideways in disbelief. How could his son, who he loved so much because he took after his mother... how could he... could he be a fucking faggot?
Majid, fearfully but bravely, approached his father and put his arms around his neck. "Dad, I'm still Majid, your son, who you love. Nothing has changed. I have known for years what I am and what I like.
My being gay all this time has not affected the way we feel for each other. I know what you are thinking. But, dad, gays are not effeminate. They just like to be with other guys rather than with girls."
Majid took a deep breath, feeling tears build behind his eyeballs, but he refused to show any weakness and he pushed the tears back. To his relief, his dad did not push him away. He put his hands on Majid's embracing arms around his neck, but kept shaking his head. Majid knew how torn his father must be and inwardly commiserated with him. He wished he was never born this way. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to push back the pain.
Finally, Majid let go of his father's neck and went around the table to sit on a chair facing his dad. He knew the worst was over. His dad needed some time, maybe, some space.
"Ok, ok," Majid's father stammered, looking up, staring at his son. "Ok. Damn it, ok. Fine. Ok. I understand. Fuck it! Ok, you are my son and I have to accept what you have told me. But it does not mean that I like it or that I have to condone it. I will live with it, but it has to be kept a secret. Do you hear me, boy? A secret. Does anyone in town know?"
"Fareed," Majid mumbled.
"Our neighbor's boy? Fareed?" Majid's father was even more surprised. "Fareed?" he repeated incredulously. "But the kid is such a macho boy. All the girls love him. Did he force himself on you? Did he fuck you?"
"Dad, if you really want to know, in our relationship, we did everything to each other. But to set your mind at rest, I was usually the one doing the fucking."
"You fucked Fareed, the hunk? You wimp? I can't fucking believe it. You fucked Fareed?"
"Yes, dad, over and over," the touch of a smile crept to Majid's mouth as he looked at his father squarely. He knew that his father was stuck to the usual stereotyping of sexual roles, that fucking was masculine regardless of the gender of the hole the dick was in.
Finally, after what seemed like an interminable pause, his father smiled back, the anger receding, replaced by amazement.
"My wimp of a son fucked the hottest hunk in the neighborhood!" he shook his head.
That was how it was that summer. His dad didn't breathe a word to anybody, not even to his brothers.
The relationship between father and son was strained, to say the least, but neither breached the subject. The father's concern was to keep the situation under wraps, which was fine by Majid. He promised himself to be as discreet as possible. Fareed was not an issue any more. They were still friends but not fuck buddies. Fareed had found another male partner while he away at college and they had been going steady for some time.
In preparation for his coming college sophomore year, Majid was able to find a job at a local service station, manning the car wash. This was easy work for him since it didn't involve mechanical repair or filling gas. Two other young guys were responsible for the gas and oil, and a third for the pit. The owner, a stocky man in his late forties, spent most of the time inside the station's mini-market, taking care of customers and the cash register. Invariably, he would go for lunch and a nap and would have one of the gas-filling guys replace him.
Majid usually wore a pair of old, faded cut-off jeans, tight but manageable. Because of the hot summer weather, he would invariably take off his t-shirt as he dried and cleaned the interior of the cars when they came out of the car wash machine in his naked torso. He had grown a nice patch of hair on his chest, with a trail down his stomach, ending in thick, curly black pubic hair around the base of his large cock and hanging balls. His ass crack was hairy, too, so were his thighs and legs. But even so, he kept his boyish look, enhanced by the relative smallness of his physique.
The other two guys at the gas pumps were more "hunkish" but they mostly kept to each other. At the pit, working on repairing mechanical car problems, was Khaled, a plump, awkwardly built guy in his mid-twenties. Khaled would make it point to leave the pit whenever there were no customers and sit around the car wash area, watching Majid. Majid knew that Khaled was interested. But he wasn't his type. Besides, he had promised himself not to start anything related to sex so close to home in respect for his father's wishes. He admired his dad for finally acquiescing to his homosexuality. It was true, he reflected, that his dad would never approve, but he had accepted. That was something he was very grateful for.
"Pretty hot this afternoon," Khaled approached the car wash area on especially a hot afternoon, where Majid was sitting on a folding chair, naked torso, tight cut-offs, sweating in the heat.
Majid looked up and nodded, running his hand through his chest hair, wiping off some of the sweat.
He didn't like Khaled at all, who was always sweating and slimy. He smelled terrible as well. So Majid did not encourage conversations with him.
A car rolled in, a red Mustang, with the top down. He immediately knew who the driver was and he was glad for the distraction from Khaled's forced conversation. Jameel, the driver, was the son of one of the wealthiest men in town, owning and running a large insurance firm, and making bundles of money. Jameel was the son and heir, and he acted it.
"Hey, Majid," he yelled as he climbed out of the hot-looking car. "This baby needs some tender loving care. Can you take care of it?"
"Hi, Jameel," Majid greeted the rich kid back. "Sure thing."
Majid drove the car through the car wash machine and started the process of rinsing and soaping and rinsing as it rolled into the thick revolving brushes. It usually took around 6 to 7 minutes for the car to roll out, glistening, ready to be wiped clean. Majid stood by watching the progress as Jameel came out of the mini market sipping on a cold can of soda.
"Pretty hot this afternoon," Jameel said, and Majid inwardly smiled at the same conversation opening that Khaled had used minutes before. Khaled had already gone back to the pit, and the two gas-filling guys were inside the market enjoying the air conditioning and keeping the owner company. Jameel stood by watching Majid cleaning his Mustang.
As Majid started on the interior, Jameel approached and stood next to Majid. "Don't you like the way the dashboard is designed?"
Majid straightened, sweating, and wiped beads of sweat off his forehead. It was a chance for him to take a breather. His chest was already soaked with sweat and his cut-off jeans showed wet patches around the groin. Jameel's eyes dropped to the now wet bulge and licked his lower lip. The two young men stood facing each other. Jameel took a quick glance around, and, seeing no one in sight, unabashedly reached for Majid's crotch. He groped and his eyes widened at the size he felt in his palm. Majid just stood there, feeling his dick elongate. It was so typical of Jameel, the spoiled, rich kid, to do whatever pleased him regardless of others. But Majid wasn't really complaining, nor was his cock which was showing definite signs of interest. The heat combined with the dry fucking spell he was going through made Majid more susceptible.
However, Majid had made a promise to himself, and silently to his dad, not to get into any sexual relationships here in town. But he had been depending on his hand for sexual release since he got back from college, and he was pining for the almost-daily sex he had had during the past two years, first with his neighbor and first gay partner, Fareed, and later with his Swedish roommate in college, Jan.
With Jameel's hand groping and fondling his crotch, Majid felt his cock erect inside the wet cut-offs.
Jameel was running his hand along the hardening shaft appreciatively since Majid was free-balling with no underwear to lessen the impact of rubbing on a hard erection. As a result, Majid's cock took over his brain. Arching his back to give the hot, rich guy more access, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the fondling.
"For a small guy like you, Majid, I can detect a large tool here," Jameel commented as the cock elongated and hardened further through the fabric, under his rubbing hand.
"Does that bother you?" Majid hissed with his eyes still closed. He needed to fuck. And this rich guy seemed to be ready just for that. With a jolt, the image of his dad, sitting at the kitchen table facing him, scratching his hair with consternation at his son's declaration of homosexuality, popped into his mind. He drew back from Jameel. Regretfully, Jameel let go and stepped back also.
"No, it does not bother me, Majid," Jameel said in a somewhat disappointed and upset tone. "But I don't usually go around grabbing guys' dicks. As much as you attract my interest, I can do without. I have many partners, you know."
Jameel was very condescending, even after feeling the hung equipment, and Majid resented that.
Fine, this rich asshole of a guy wanted his cock, so he was going to give it to him, deep, hard, and juicy.
"Unlike you, Jameel," Majid said somewhat placatingly, "I am very discreet about my sexual escapades. If you tell me what you have in mind other than fondling my cock out here in public, I might be willing."
"Oh?" Jameel's expression turned back to interest. "What time do you get off this shitty job, anyway?"
"Shitty enough to clean your filthy car," Majid joked. "At four."
"I'll pick you up at four then."
Jameel drove off, leaving Majid with an erection that he had to do his best to keep hidden for a couple of hours. What had he done? He had just agreed to have a gay relationship here in town, a few kilometers away from home. He was crazy to do that, he knew it. But he was a hot-blooded young man with needs. These needs were now centered around his cock area.
Jameel picked Majid up at four o'clock sharp. Sliding into the passenger seat of the dream car, shining after the wash, Majid relaxed a little bit and decided that now that he had agreed to have sex with Jameel, he should make the best of it. He wasn't interested in the rich guy's money although he needed money for his college tuition. He was not about to sell his body. He would just relax and enjoy the moment. He slid back into the seat, allowing his bulging crotch to push up and reveal his tool inside the tight jeans, tantalizing, inviting.
As soon as they drove off, Jameel's hand reached for Majid's crotch, groping and rubbing, and he started to breathe faster at the erecting tool.
"Where are we going?" Majid wanted to know, placing his hand over Jameel's, guiding it up and down his dick.
"We have two choices: either my dad's cabin in the country club or a secluded place out in nature that I know of and that is fairly private." Jameel squeezed on the hard cock.
"Listen, Jameel," Majid said, straightening in the seat but keeping his hand over Jameel's hand, maintaining the pressure on his cock. "You have to understand that I am not ready to come out to everyone as gay. You are welcome to my dick as often as you like on the condition that this stays between us. Can I trust you on this?"
"Baby, for a dick like yours, which I am dying to see out of your jeans, I'd agree to anything you ask."
Jameel drove his Mustang onto a country dirt road for about five minutes, reaching a clearing that looked quite secluded. Killing the engine, he bent over Majid's crotch and felt the bulging cock with his lips and teeth. Majid instinctively thrust his hips up pressing on the rich guy's face. He was aching for release. Sliding his hand under Majid's waist band, Jameel grabbed the hard tool. He inhaled as his palm could barely encircle the thick shaft. "Boy, you are big!" he whispered as Majid helped in unbuttoning the cut-offs, releasing his raging cock, 20 centimeters of thick, hard man meat, eager for action. Still bending across the front seat, Jameel took the cock in his mouth. Slobbering, licking, spitting, Jameel worked the cock. Majid bucked in response. This rich guy certainly knew how to treat a cock with his mouth.
But Jameel apparently had further designs, now that he had this hard dick within his reach. He got off Majid's cock and slid out of the car, eagerly pulling down and kicking off his pants and his underwear, baring his fuzzy ass. Majid followed suit, his raging dick pointing upwards, glistening and throbbing with lust.
Jameel leant on the stem of a nearby tree, applying spit into his ass crack, spreading his legs. In no time, Majid was at the open invitation. Jameel's scream as Majid rammed his hard cock head into the inviting hole could have been heard kilometers away had Jameel not buried his face into his arm.
Holding the rich boy's hips with both hands, Majid fucked, mercilessly, hard, deep. He was fucking Jameel bareback, which wasn't very smart. But the feeling of his cock skin sliding into the wet fuck hole was exhilarating, with no rubber dulling the sensations. The buildup of cum quickly rose in his nuts as he pounded the rich boy-ass. When he exploded into Jameel's bowels, he knew that weeks of sex abstinence were spewing out of his body, filling the fucked cavity with hot, thick, creamy semen.
Jameel was stroking his own dick, and the constriction of the rim muscle around Majid's cock base as he squirted cum told Majid that his fucked mate was shooting his load, too.
Breathing heavily, Majid pulled out of the just-fucked ass, his cock still semi hard and dripping juice.
More cum seeped out of Jameel's butt hole, and Jameel reached back, wiped some with his fingers and licked them, sucking off the cum.
"Mmmmm," he moaned as his fingers slid in and out of his mouth. "Tastes fucking creamy, man, although my ass is sore as fuck."
"You're welcome to a lot more, rich boy," Majid said smiling, fisting his wet dick, "if you keep to your promise."
"I will, I will. When can I get another taste of this heaven?"
"Right now," Majid said stroking, smirking, his dick coming back to life.
Jameel's eyebrows shut up in surprise. "But you just shot a load inside me, man."
Majid, smaller in body than Jameel, nevertheless, made Jameel bend over the hood of the Mustang.
Seconds later he was inside the hole again, fucking away. His first load acted as lube and his cock slid in and out much more easily. His second load was not as intense as the first, but it was intense enough for Jameel to buck and moan as Majid shot streams of cum, mixing with his earlier juices, lubing the fuck tunnel more and more.
Later that evening, Majid was consumed with guilt. He wasn't supposed to give in to his dick's desires.
But the invitation had been too good to refuse and he did have a good time fucking Jameel. He realized that this was a passing thing, unlike his two previous relations. But that was fine with him. He also knew that Jameel was going to come back for more. That was fine with him also. He wondered whether the rich kid was stupid enough to reveal the fucking sessions to his gay friends. Majid's big cock could be a hot conversational topic. Would any of Jameel's friends approach him for a fuck? He could do them for quickies, sure. Would word come out? He doubted it since this was not something young men advertised around this basically conservative town. They would be lynched.
Jameel had offered him money after the two fucks in the woods, which he refused. He just didn't want to be dubbed a male stud, prostituting himself for money. The sex was satisfying, but the money, as much needed as it was, would spoil everything.
The rest of the summer, Majid served a few members of the town's closeted gay community, something that Jameel didn't mind at all. Jameel sometimes joined for a double blow job. However, for Majid, this was just sex. The emotions were all physical and animalistic. He realized that he was developing into a stud, much in demand, and his self-esteem grew by big bounds. He stopped regarding himself as nerdy or small. The guys the served his cock worshipped him.
Majid was starting to wonder about his future dorm roommate now that the college year is approaching. He was hoping for another Swedish Jan. Would he be so lucky, he wondered?