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Majid Part V
By Simon Peter
Reflecting on his life, Majid relaxed in his seat on the 3-hour bus ride from home to college. This was the beginning of his second year and he would be living in the dorms, sharing a room with another guy.
At the beginning of the previous year, he had at first resented having a roommate, but he had had no choice since his dad was paying the tuition and he couldn't afford anything fancier. Lucky for him, Jan, his Swedish roommate was a clean, handsome, organized guy. But more importantly, Jan had liberal sexual tendencies which had included hot steady sex with Majid for the whole year.
Majid hoped that his roommate this year would be as nice as Jan had been, not only sexually, but in other aspects also. He hated sloppy people since he was used to having been the organized member of his all-male family of father and two brothers ever since his mother died when he was a boy. He didn't want to push his luck and hope for a hunk of a guy who was ready and willing to offer his ass for fucking.
As he closed his eyes and reflected, Majid went over his relationships with guys. Of course, there was Fareed, his friend, high school classmate and neighbor. When Fareed made the discovery of nude men on Majid's laptop, a gay relationship started between the two boys that lasted until Majid left home to join college.
Jan was his second sex partner, and this lasted throughout the college freshman year.
The most recent sex was during this summer with the rich, hot kid, Jameel. Majid felt a stirring in his groin as he remembered specific hot moments with these three guys, each so different in their own way. Fareed, macho and straight-looking, turned out to be not only his first sex partner but his first "bottom." Fareed, after the initial fuck session and his howling and screaming at Majid's large cock invading his virgin hole, became addicted to getting fucked. On the other hand, Jan was more of a give-and-take guy. Majid had to get used to getting his own ass fucked, but it turned out to be fine since Jan's dick, long as it was, was thin and did not hurt a lot. He preferred to fuck, but when his partner wanted to reciprocate, he would acquiesce. Jameel, the rich kid, was all about serving cock, in all manners of speaking. No feelings, no emotions, just plain sucking and getting fucked. Majid would plough ass and dump his load inside it over and over, without hearing a whimper. Jameel's ass was not as tight as Fareed's or even Jan's. Besides, Jameel reveled in the thickness of Majid's tool stretching his butt muscles. Actually, up till now, all his partners had been more than satisfied with his sexual endowment.
Now he had an erection, which he tried his best to cover in front of the middle-aged lady sitting in the seat opposite his, reading a paperback. He tried to force his mind to think about other stuff, his courses, for example. But he was fine in that department. He was able to maintain a 3.8 average in his freshman year, and he thought it wouldn't be too hard to keep this level up. He needed to get a scholarship, and the high GPA would get it for him.
The bus slowed down, awakening Majid out of his half-sleep reflections, with a fairly erected dick.
They were stopping for ten minutes at a rest area. Majid needed to stretch his legs and take a leak. He got off the bus, walked around for a minute or two to let his erection settle a bit and then headed for the toilets. There were two men already there, using the urinals, occupying the two ends, with the central one available. He stepped up to the vacant urinal, unbuttoned his jeans, and fished out his dick with a little difficulty because of its semi-erection. Closing his eyes and looking up at the ceiling, he let out a stream of urine, sighing with relief. He noticed the man on his right zipping up and leaving. On his left, however, the other man was still standing at the urinal. Other than the sound of his own stream of piss hitting the porcelain, Majid did not detect any sounds. He glanced sideways to notice that the man beside him was not pissing. He was starting at Majid's dick.
As Majid finished and started shaking his now-limp, but quite impressive cock, he made it a point to stare back at the man who had kept his eyes on Majid's cock. On impulse, he turned his body sideways, revealing his tool plainly to the inquisitive eyes of the man.
"I thought this would give you a better view," he said, smirking.
The man, perhaps around 30 years old, looked up from the cock to Majid's face, meeting his eyes.
"This is certainly an interesting tool you have there, young man." The man's look once again dropped down to Majid's crotch. The cock was elongating. The man licked his lower lip and moved closer, reaching his hand to grab the erecting dick. Majid let him. The feeling of the warm, damp palm around his cock shaft felt very nice, and he started slow, pumping thrusts, fucking the man's palm. However, moments later, he withdrew, quickly stuffing his erection inside his jeans.
"Sorry," he said. "I don't do toilets." There was a look of disappointment on the man's face. "Don't get me wrong, sir. I enjoy being serviced and I wouldn't have minded this and more if we had any privacy."
Majid recalled the time when Jameel had done exactly this at the car wash. At first, Majid's reaction had been to let him. But his upbringing had made him withdraw. He just couldn't do it in a public place.
With that, he washed his hands and left, noticing that the man was still standing at the urinal.
Majid got on the bus, thinking how desperate one would be to reach for another guy's dick in a public toilet. Of course, the risky action excited him, but this was the kind of risk he was not willing to take.
Majid looked around the bus before heading to his seat and decided that he needed to be alone for a while, especially since the older lady who was sitting facing him was nodding her head in sleep, snorts coming out of her open and drooling mouth. A minute or two later, the man of the toilet incident climbed on. Seeing that Majid was sitting alone, he walked over and took the seat beside him.
"I hope you don't mind my sitting next to you?"
He wants my dick, Majid reflected. Ok, then, why not? his dick told him.
"No problem," Majid smiled. The man's face lit up.
The two males, young Majid and the older man who claimed his name was Imad, held a relatively normal, safe conversation for a while. Majid told Imad about his college and major and learned that Imad was a station manager for a chain store and that he was visiting the next town for a few days to check on their branch store there. Although they were sitting side by side, neither made any move to touch the other.
As they neared their destination, Imad looked at Majid straight in the face and said, "You know, Majid, now that I have had the opportunity to know you better," his eyes instinctively glanced down at the boy's crotch and then back at his face, "I would very much like to see you again."
Majid nodded. Yes, he wants my dick. Definitely wants my cock. "Yea, man, sure."
"What time is good for you for a coffee or something?"
The "something" is my dick, Majid smiled inwardly. Shit, why not? His cock instantly replied: Why not, indeed?
"Well, I'm not due in the dorms for two hours. And after this long trip, a coffee or something sounds quite nice." He made sure Imad noticed the stress he had put on "something."
"Great. We can walk over to my hotel, right next to the bus depot, and I can check in and we can go for something." Majid snickered inwardly at the same kind of stress on the "something," especially when Imad accompanied it by glancing at his crotch. The man just couldn't keep his eyes off Majid's tool.
He most definitely wants my dick. And it looks like he's going to get it. Oh, boy, picking up a guy on a bus and fucking him in his hotel room. Majid's cock quivered in anticipation.
Majid waited on the street outside the hotel for Imad to check in. Ten minutes later, Imad came out.
"Tell you what, Majid," he smiled as he approached. "There is a hot water kettle and sachets of coffee and tea bags in the room. We can do the coffee up there, if it's ok with you."
Majid smiled back and nodded. Imad is impatient to get fucked. He followed the older man to his hotel room. Sure enough, the kettle and coffee/tea were there. Imad got busy with preparing the hot drinks as Majid sat on the side of the bed and leaned back on his elbows watching. Imad was quite fit and the fact that he so apparently desired Majid sexually made Majid very excited. This would be his first time with an older guy. He wondered if it would be any different from his previous experiences with guys his age. How enthusiastic would Imad be when Majid climbed on top of him and fucked him?
Sipping on the steaming coffee, the two of them sat side by side on the bed. Majid placed his hand on Imad's thigh and rubbed up and down, trying to get the both of them into the mood since he had to hurry on to the dorms soon. In response, Imad slid his own hand onto Majid's crotch. Majid started to erect immediately. Without wasting any more time, he stood up, placed the mug of coffee on the bed night table and stripped.
Imad watched, mouth open. Majid stood naked right in front of the older man, his cock now hard and pointing upwards. Without hesitation, Imad bent forward and took the hard cock between his lips.
Arching his back, Majid fed the man, pumping halfway in then back out. Imad held onto Majid's thigh with one hand while the other hand fondled the young man's balls. Majid was starting to feel the buildup in his nuts, but he wanted more than a blowjob. He wanted tight, hairy ass.
Pulling his hard, dripping cock out of Imad's mouth, Majid said: "Do you want to keep your clothes on or are you going to strip?"
Imad stripped quickly, all the while licking his glistening lips and savoring the taste of young cock.
"I'm not into anal stuff," Imad said when he got naked. Majid noticed the hairiness of the older man's chest, his pubic hair, his average-sized dick fully erected, and his hairy thighs and legs.
"I am," Majid responded. "And there is always a first time."
Imad looked up at Majid, who was still standing with his erect 20-centimeter dick (8 inches) throbbing and wet with spit, and reflected. The kid was big! Imad would in no way be able to take him up the ass.
But the kid apparently wanted to fuck.
Reaching for the cock and fisting it, Imad breathed in hard. "But you are so big," he complained.
"Big enough to fill you." Majid was so sure of himself and he really wanted to fuck. "Do you have any lubricant or something?"
To Majid's surprise, Imad fished out a lube tube and a packet of condoms. And what are those for if you are not into anal stuff? Majid snickered inwardly.
"Lie on your stomach," he instructed the older man as he tore off the wrapping of the condom packet and started to sheathe his dick.
"But..." Imad hesitated, but slowly turned over and lay face down on the bed, exposing his hairy man ass. Majid felt himself getting even harder at the sight of the two firm, bubbled butt cheeks. Kneeling between Imad's spread legs, Majid applied the lube onto both his cock and the man's crack. He rubbed around the hole, probed it with his middle finger, stretching the muscles. With his knees, he pushed Imad's thighs apart.
When Majid felt the older man's rim muscle starting to relax around his probing finger, he lay on top of him, sliding his cock inside the man's crack. Imad reached back and guided his hard cock towards the waiting fuck hole. He pushed and penetrated. As the head went into Imad's body, Majid realized that this man had been fucked before. He thrust into him and went through the fuck tunnel, sliding all the way in, pushing back the insides. Imad was whimpering into the pillow but was not trying to move away. In fact, Majid felt Imad pushing back onto his crotch. With his thick cock totally inserted inside Imad's ass, Majid wondered why the older guy had claimed that he was not into anal fucking. The fuck tunnel was more than ready for a hard tool like his to plough into it.
The two men went into action. The pounding got harder, deeper, and faster. Imad's whimpering turned into begging to be fucked more. Majid obliged. It did not take longer than a few minutes for Majid to shoot his load into the condom.
Withdrawing slowly, Majid got off Imad, slid off the condom and reached for a towel to wipe his dick.
Imad turned over and lay back on the bed, his dick limp but glistening. Majid thought about servicing the man, but he had already spent his load and he really had to get to the dorms. He dressed and moving to the door he said: "That was a great fuck. Thanks, Imad. I have to leave to get to my dorm."
As he left the room, he glanced back at Imad who was still lying on the bed naked, but now fondling his dick. Oh, well, Imad would have to service himself.
"Call me at the hotel. I will be here until day after tomorrow and would really love to see you again,"
Majid heard Imad say as he was closing the door of the room behind him.
"Sure thing. I will," Majid said as he closed the door. Would he? Perhaps he would. The fucking was good, but it was nowhere near as satisfying as with Fareed and Jan. Even Jameel was a better fuck.
Majid's new roommate was a total disappointment in all aspects. Ahmad was unappealing: sloppy and loud. He was the antithesis of Majid's freshman roommate, Jan. Majid made it a point to keep to himself as much as possible, trying to avoid staying in the room whenever Ahmad was there. What he hated most of all was Ahmad's body smell, which reeked throughout the room.
The first three weeks into the semester went by with Majid staying celibate, other than the occasional masturbation. There were a few guys on his dorm floor who were interesting, but he wasn't able to strike any serious relationship with any of them.
One in particular attracted his attention. Ralph's room was two doors down the corridor from his.
Lucky for Ralph, he didn't have to share his room with another student. What was striking about Ralph was his slim, tall body. Majid was also attracted by Ralph's eyes: dark brown, but very intense and reflective of acute sensitivity.
It was only a few days into the second month of the semester that Majid had a chance to meet Ralph on a personal basis. At the beginning of the semester, Majid had decided to join the Debate Club. To his surprise, and pleasure, Ralph was also a member of the club. Holding elections, Ralph was running for club president. The evening before the election meeting, Ralph walked into Majid's room.
"Hi, Majid," Ralph said as Majid turned away from his laptop, surprised at this unexpected visit.
"Hi."
"I just wanted to drop by to check on whether you are going to attend the election meeting for the Debate Club tomorrow. You know that I am running for club president."
Damn, thought Majid. I wish he's here for a blowjob or something. "Oh, yea, sure, man. I'll be there.
And," Majid added with a widening smile, hoping that it would be attractive enough, "you get my vote."
"Hey, bro, thanks a lot," Ralph said. Majid expected Ralph to leave after he got what he had come in for. Instead Ralph looked around the room, sniffing. "What the fuck do you have in here? A dead skunk?"
Majid laughed. "It's my roomie. He's kind of smelly. Sorry."
"Oh man," Ralph said, wrinkling his nose. "I wouldn't want to be in your shoes. Tell you what. Come on over to my room and we can chat for a while."
Majid's heart skipped a beat. Yes! This was his chance to get to know this very attractive guy on a personal, private level. "Give me a minute," he hoped he didn't sound breathless.
When Majid walked into Ralph's room, he was struck by how neat everything was. The guy was even more organized than him. Ralph sat on the edge of his bed as Majid took the chair at the study table.
"We haven't had the chance of getting to know each other better, you know. I've been meaning to, but somehow it hasn't happened. I thought with the both of us on the same floor and in the same club, we should start to communicate."
"I agree, Ralph. I love your room. I wish Ahmad were a bit more organized and a lot less smelly."
The two boys laughed at that. Ralph was very easy going, but it was very difficult for Majid to move his eyes away from the other boy's brown eyes. He felt as if Ralph were probing deep into his soul. He shivered at the thought inwardly. Could Ralph detect Majid's desire for him? Could he actually see inside Majid and tell how much Majid needed the connection with another guy?
"So, are you into other stuff than having to live in that stinking room and joining the Debate Club?"
"No, not really. I tend not to stay in the room for long for fear of passing out. And I haven't registered for any other club."
"Then why the Debate?" Ralph probed. "Perhaps there is another member there that you have your eye on?" Majid knew that Ralph was probably teasing. He desperately wanted to tell Ralph how close he had come to the truth.
"Let's say that I am attracted to brainy people," Majid countered, smiling, again inwardly shaking.
Ralph laughed and his eyes shone even more brightly. "So you think that I am brainy, huh?"
"Well, you're running for club president. You have to be brainy. And the fact that I am voting for you makes you the brainiest."
"I'd hate to think of myself as the brainiest, bro. I would rather be -est in other things as well."
"We haven't known each other for long yet," Majid found some courage. "But I think that you are -est at a couple of things."
"Yea? Like what?" Ralph smirked, his eyes showing another glint of sharpness and intuitive probing.
Majid decided that it was time. "For one thing, you're the tidiest on the floor."
"Compared to your Ahmad, you mean?"
"Not just Ahmad. This room is ideal by any standard."
"Ok. Is there another -est? You said a couple of them."
"Yea. But it's your turn. Do you think that I am any kind of -est?"
Ralph smiled; Majid's heart raced. "I think that you are the most serious guy on the floor, which I like very much."
"That not an -est," Majid joked.
"So what's the second one for me?"
Without any hesitation, Majid blurted: "You are the cutest."
There was an awkward moment of silence. Thankfully for Majid, Ralph dropped his eyes to stare at the floor between his feet. Slowly, Ralph raised his head and stared deeply into Majid's eyes. A stream of wordless communication passed between the two boys.
They slowly leaned towards each other and kissed.
Oh my God, Majid's thoughts raced as he felt the warm, wet lips of the one and only guy on the floor that he was attracted to. We're kissing. God. His lips are so hot. Oh my God. Majid's tongue probed into Ralph's mouth and he could hear his own moaning issuing from deep down his throat. Ralph had one hand on the back of Majid's head, the other hand resting lightly on his thigh.
The kiss felt both like ages and light seconds. When they broke, Majid's eyes were still closed. He couldn't bear opening them and looking at the hottest brown eyes he had ever seen. It would have been too much. He felt Ralph's hand move slowly up from his thigh to his chest, feeling for his nipple under the t-shirt. Ralph's other hand moved from the back of his neck to his throat, up to his lips, running a finger along Majid's still-wet lower lip. Majid erected fiercely. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw the look of lust in Ralph's eyes and he knew that they both had connected in such an intense way that he couldn't comprehend.
For the next five or ten minutes, Ralph and Majid kissed, their hands running all over each other's bodies. "I love the way you smell," Ralph whispered between kisses.
"I love the way you kiss, the way you everything," Majid whispered back, holding onto Ralph's body with both arms, standing in the middle of the room. Their bodies glued onto each other, their bulges pressing, the two young boys with their hard, throbbing cocks were intensely eager for release.
Finally, the kissing stopped. The two boys reluctantly moved away from each other and resumed their previous seats, Ralph on the side of the bed and Majid on the chair, breathing heavily.
"How the fuck did this happen?" Ralph finally managed to ask.
"How the fuck should I know?" Majid retorted, his breathing subsiding, but still elated at the hot kissing.
They stared at each other. Majid felt as if he were being sucked into Ralph's body though his deep brown eyes. "All I know is that what happened is awesome," he mumbled, still feeling sucked in by the brown eyes.
Ralph nodded, smiled, and extended his hand to touch Majid's cheek. "Awesome," he breathed it out.
The next half hour or so was spent with the two boys discussing each other's gayness. It turned out that Ralph, similar to Majid, had had a couple of encounters with guys, one of whom was his cousin. As if by mutual consent, the two of them decided that Majid should move in with Ralph.
"The reason why I have chosen a single room is because I'm too picky regarding who to room with,"
Ralph admitted. "I could end up with an Ahmad. I had no idea that I would meet someone like you."
After arrangements were made with the dorm monitor, Majid moved in two days later.
All this while, the kiss was never repeated. They did touch each other every now and then when they were alone, but they seemed to have agreed to delay the actual experience until things were settled and they were both comfortable.
When Majid finished putting away his stuff, the two boys embraced, standing in the middle of the room, kissing hungrily. It seemed to Majid that he had never touched or kissed another guy before, like this was his first time. Ralph was too excited for words, unlike when he had won the club president elections. The kissing lasted forever. By the time they broke, both of them were reaching the apex of their desire for each other. Even so, they took their time to get naked.
Slowly, between kissing and groping, they got rid of their clothing. They lay on Ralph's bed, entwined, naked skin to naked skin, feeling each other, discovering each other. Because Ralph had grown a light beard, Majid assumed that his new mate was going to be hairy. He was delighted to see that Ralph had only a sprinkling of hair on his light skin in the middle of his chest, as opposed to his own hairy chest.
But to Ralph, Majid's chest hair was an elixir. He couldn't stop feeling it with his fingers, kissing it, flicking at it with his tongue, sending electrifying sensations throughout Majid's body down to his balls.
Also slowly, both boys worked their way down to each other's dicks. First, there was the fondling and stroking, both dicks cut, then the licking down, the following of trails, then the taking each other into their mouths. Majid was the first to engulf Ralph's dick with his lips. Ralph had an average-size cock, around 16-17 centimeters (6.5 inches), with a fairly thick shaft and an inviting mushroom head. His pubic hair, like his chest hair, was not thick and his balls were fuzzy instead of hairy. He tasted heavenly. As Majid swallowed his new friend's cock, he could taste and smell the cleanliness of Ralph's body. Ralph was moaning almost uncontrollably as Majid ran his tongue and lips over the cock and balls.
When it was Ralph's turn, Majid stood up next to the bed and offered his own impressive 20- centimeter (8 inches) erection to the impatiently waiting friend. Ralph was hungry. He gobbled on the head, fisting the shaft, using his spit to stroke it up and down as he slobbered on the cut, mushroom head. He tried to swallow the whole cock a few times but always ended up gagging and coughing.
"One of these days," Ralph croaked between the coughs, looking up at Majid, "I'm going to swallow this monster." He playfully slapped the large cock, veiny and hard. "One of these fucking days."
Majid smiled and guided him back onto his raging erection, pumping slowly, careful not to push too deep into Ralph's throat. When Majid shot his load in Ralph's mouth, it was the most intense ejaculation he had ever experienced. A couple of minutes later Ralph shot his load down Majid's eager throat, and the experience tripled Majid's excitement and lust. He swallowed Ralph's semen, which also tasted so very clean and soapy.
It wasn't until three nights later that the two boys evolved into anal action. It started with Majid rimming his friend's fuzzy butt and clean hole. The scent drove him wild with desire. Ralph did not seem to mind the hairiness of Majid's crack. Actually, he reveled in it, burying his face between the hairy cheeks and sucking on the hair around the ass hole. The session ended with both boys ejaculating onto each other's butt.
The actual fucking happened around two weeks later. The decision of who was to fuck whose ass was taken by tacit, wordless agreement. After Majid rimmed his friend in the usual way, he started to insert his middle finger inside the pinkish, puckered hole. Ralph's response was eager and receptive.
Majid slid over Ralph who was lying on his stomach on the bed. Majid's cock slid into the hot fuzzy crack, finding the wet hole and pressing to enter. Ralph raised his butt to help, but with all the tenderness and care and preparation, the penetration was painful for Ralph, unlike the way Imad's ass had sucked his cock in as soon as he had penetrated him in the hotel room.
Ralph took the penetration bravely, though, burying his moans and whimpering into the pillow. Majid was careful not to pound into the tight ass. He knew that he was hung and that Ralph was hurting under him. He took the fucking slow and easy and realized that that was even more pleasurable for him than the hard fucking he had experienced with Imad and his other earlier lovers. When he came inside Ralph's body, it was like an explosion. He thought he was actually seeing stars behind his eyeballs as he squirted his juice deep, his eyes squeezed shut, his heart almost coming to a full stop.
The twitching of Ralph's ass muscle around his dick drove him wild. He figured that he must have shot more than six or seven huge squirts of cum.
Sliding out of Ralph's ass, Majid plopped down on the bed next to Ralph, totally spent. Ralph got up and straddled his chest and Majid could feel his own semen seeping out of Ralph's just-fucked ass onto his chest hair as Ralph masturbated and shot his load all over Majid's face.
The lovemaking was intense every time the two boys lay together. Whether it was just kissing and fondling, or stroking each other, or sucking cocks, or fucking ass, it was intense. They never grew tired of each other. Anal penetration did not happen every time they were together. It only happened when both boys got into it naturally. For a while, Ralph's ass was too sore even for light rimming.
Their relationship was not a forced one. It was full of lust but at the same time full of respect and companionship. Many a night they would spend in one bed, spooning each other as they slept off their sex session. Majid knew that they were the perfect couple. Ralph was his perfect man.
The two boys maintained their love relationship until graduation from college two years later, never tiring from each other, never having an argument or any kind of hassle. Their relationship remained secret. No one would imagine that those two hot young men, so straight looking and acting, were really lovers.