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Majid Part VI
By Simon Peter
"Hey, Ralph," Majid said one morning just before the fall semester final exams. "Want to go home with me during semester break and visit?"
Majid couldn't stand the thought of having to spend ten days without his lover. Ralph froze, gazing incredulously at Majid. Was he serious? What would his folks say? Ralph would love to spend the break with Majid, but the idea was so far-fetched and crazy.
"Are you serious, baby?" Ralph asked.
Majid smiled and nodded. "They will love you!"
And so it was arranged that Ralph would visit.
Majid had to call his dad and tell him that he was bringing a friend over. His dad hesitated for a moment before answering in a hushed voice: "This friend: You and him are... you know?"
"Yes, Dad. We are roommates and ... you know."
"I don't know, son," Majid's dad's voice trembled a little. "This is a delicate situation. Your brothers, they have no idea."
"Don't worry, Dad. It will be alright."
Majid sighed with relief. He was full of anticipation for the time that he would spend with his lover at home.
Actually, things weren't too bad. The two brothers welcomed Ralph as Majid's roommate and accepted the fact that the two boys would be sleeping in the same room. The bed was large enough for the two of them, so there seemed to be no problem, especially since the two boys acted as friends not as lovers. Majid's brothers loved Ralph, especially the younger brother, Jad, who hung onto every word Ralph uttered. Ralph impressed them with his manners, his sense of humor, and his intellect, and they spent evenings discussing all kinds of issues and having a great time. Invariably, after the first meeting with Ralph, Majid's father would excuse himself and go to bed, leaving the four young men to their talks.
Later, Majid and Ralph would make love, very quietly. Three days into the break, Majid left for an hour to get some groceries. His younger brother had stayed at home with a sore throat. When Majid got back and walked into the living room, he found Ralph and Jad embracing on the couch, with Ralph's dick outside the fly of his jeans and Jad's hand around it, stroking it.
"What?" Majid croaked, feeling faint. "What the fuck? Ralph? Jad? Fuck, oh my God." Majid was almost screaming, his body shaking all over, his knees starting to get wobbly. Quickly, Ralph tucked his dick inside his jeans, moving away from Jad.
"It's not..." Ralph started lamely. "Majid, man, it just ... just ..."
"Just what, you fuck?" Majid croaked, feeling his throat tighten, tears started to swell behind his eyes. "Just what? Jad was stroking your fucking dick, Ralph."
Majid couldn't let his lover and his brother see him cry. The tears were building up. He had to get out of there. He turned around and stormed out of the house, almost running down the street. He barely heard Ralph call after him, but he didn't stop. Tears were now flowing down his face cheeks. Anger. Disappointment. Pain. Maybe jealousy? He had never suspected his brother, Jad, to have an attraction towards men. But he had just seen Jad with his own eyes, kissing Ralph and playing with his cock. Fuck! It seemed so unreal, so fucking unfair.
As he kept walking aimlessly, he knew that this was the end of Ralph. He could never picture himself with the guy that was doing his brother in his own home. He felt so cheated. But, as he started to calm down, he made his decision. Ralph would have to pack and leave. Majid didn't care where Ralph would spend the rest of the semester break. He had to leave, now. Majid also decided that as soon as they got back to the dorm, he would remove his stuff from Ralph's room and move back in with Ahmad. The stink and grossness of his earlier roommate seemed heavenly in comparison with what he was feeling right now.
Majid heaved, his heart aching, and fished out his cell phone.
"Jameel?" he said as he walked. "Wanna fuck?"
Majid needed to fuck someone right now. He needed to take his anger and frustration out. Jameel was a slut but was always ready for his cock, begging for it whenever they met.
"Oh, Majid, baby, baby, yea. Where the fuck are you. Let me pick you up. Are you at home?"
"No. Meet me at the municipality building."
"Will be there baby. I missed you, you hot stud. Oh, man, fuck, I want that monster cock of yours. I am fucking leaking already."
Majid fucked Jameel mercilessly. All his injured emotions and frustration came out through his cock and into Jameel's anus. He pounded him with vengeance, all the time picturing Ralph's ass under him. He was glad that he made Jameel get on hands and knees and he fucked him doggy style. This way, Jameel wouldn't be able to see the tears streaming down his face as he rammed the slut's ass. Jameel loved it. He was much into rough sex and was surprised to have been fucked so hard, with Majid's big dick pumping into him.
Spent, feeling weak after the hard fucking, but more so after he was able to vent his frustration and anger, Majid made sure not to get back home immediately. He called Ralph.
"Ralph, you shit, pack and leave. You have one hour and when I get back home I don't want to see any trace of you."
"Please, Majid, it..." Ralph started to plead. But Majid hung up.
There was no excuse or justification for Ralph to get sexually involved with someone else behind his back, and with his own brother, for God's sake. He wondered whether the two of them were fucking as well. Majid seethed. Jad, his brother, a homo, too? Did his father know about Jad? Well, it was none of his business. Jad was his brother and he was free to lead the life he wanted to lead. Who was Majid to judge? Was it Ralph that made the first pass? The fucking shit! Or was it Jad? It made no difference. The two of them cheated him, hurt him, badly. This was not supposed to happen, but it had. He must live with it. He must be strong and he knew that his life would be full with disappointments. This should teach him a lesson, hard as it was, but a lesson nevertheless.
Ralph was gone by the time Majid got back home. He avoided Jad. He didn't want to talk about what he had witnessed. He didn't really hold a grudge against his brother. Shit happened. He decided to pretend that everything was okay.
"When will you have to get back to school?" his father asked later when he got home from work.
"In a week," Majid said. He had explained to his father and oldest brother that Ralph received a call from his mom that his dad was sick and they needed for him to come home.
"Well," his father smiled at him. "Do you remember Danny and his parents? Your cousin in Texas? He called and asked for you. He didn't have your cell number, so he called me. He is sending you a return ticket to go visit them in Texas. If you open your email, you will find it there. Danny says that he has made reservations for you to leave tonight. You should be there by tomorrow afternoon, their time."
Majid held his breath. Texas? As in the United States of America? As in his dreams? Oh, thank you dear God. This was probably what he needed the most. Of course, his father had no idea that he had kicked Ralph out.
Majid was excited about the trip. It would be his first time to visit the US. He had dreamt very often about the States and about life there. He always imagined meeting a hot blond American who would sweep him off his feet and make wild love to him. Now, he had the chance of actually visiting. His cousin, Danny, had sent him an invitation to come over to Texas!
Views of downtown Dallas and Houston flashed in his mind as he remembered photos of those two great American cities, gleaned through the Internet. He imagined driving through the streets, looking at all the hot cowboys. But the invitation was to Waco, where his cousin lived. He had no idea what Waco was like, but the fact that he would be in America was enough to make him sizzle with anticipation.
The flight was long and tiring. He had to connect in Dallas and take a domestic flight to Waco. His cousin met him at the airport and drove him home. Danny was a nice guy. Majid had first met him when Danny visited the home country with his parents two summers before, and Majid took them sightseeing. He immediately bonded with Danny. He felt there was more than blood that related them together; there was some sort of chemistry between the two. He did notice what he thought were a few effeminate behaviors in his cousin, but he figured that that was how Americans behaved. For example, Danny smoked menthol-flavored cigarettes, which to Majid was feminine.
On the plane coming to Texas, Majid reflected about his cousin. Will he have sex with Danny? Danny was not the hottest looking guy in the world. But Majid was sure that Danny was gay. And how many gay friends did he have now? No one. Zilch. Zero. Ralph was history, he thought bitterly. Fareed was living with another guy. Jan was in Sweden, most likely fucking Swedish boys. Jameel was just a cum dump, a slut.
Danny introduced Majid to his older brother, Robert, who Majid hadn't met since Robert didn't accompany his mom and dad and Danny on their trip to the old country. Unlike Danny, Robert was a hunk. He played football on the college team and he looked and acted manly. Majid and Danny were to share the same bedroom, and after the greetings and a half an hour of news of relatives and such, Majid excused himself. He needed a shower and some sleep.
Showered, relaxed, and overjoyed at being able to make it to America, Majid lay under the sheet naked except for his boxer shorts. He heaved a sigh of contentment and started to drift away. Sometime later, perhaps after an hour or so, he woke to the sound of heavy breathing. He kept his eyes closed when he realized that the breathing was very similar to his and to Ahmad's when they masturbated quietly, careful not to wake someone up. Inwardly, he smiled to know that his cousin was masturbating in the next bed. Still feigning sleep, he heard the bed next to his creak. He felt some pressure on his own mattress, and a hand very gently touching his bare chest. He was tempted to open his eyes, but for some reason, he just didn't.
Danny's hand slid down under the sheet and ever so slowly, so gently rubbed Majid dick inside the boxers. In no time, Majid was hard and he was fighting to keep his breathing regular. Danny started a slow stroking as soon as he quietly fished Majid's hard cock out through the boxers fly. Danny's hand was light on the cock shaft, scared of waking Majid. Majid ached for some lube or spit to make the stroking more pleasurable. He also ached to be able to pump his dick through his cousin's palm. But he dared not move. He almost jumped when he felt the light touch of warmth at the tip of his knob, and the wetness. He forced himself to remain still, realizing that Danny was engulfing his cock head with his wet lips. There was a light pressure around the ridge and some flicking around the mushroom head.
Majid emitted a low moan. He couldn't help it. Danny immediately let go of the cock and inched back. Majid pretended to stretch and go back to sleep, hoping for Danny to get back to what he had been doing. Sure enough, the wet, warm lips returned to the cock, engulfing the head. Stifling a scream, Majid shot his load.
Danny let go of the softening dick and quietly returned to his bed. Majid turned on his side and forced himself to remain still although he felt his body shiver all over with the after-cum sensations. He couldn't believe what had just happened. A guy, his own cousin, just sucked on his dick. He dumped a load inside Danny's mouth, who seemed to have swallowed all the juice.
Majid waited for around half an hour, hoping that Danny would be asleep by then, stretched, yawned and got out of bed. There was some sticky wetness on his shorts, but he needed to pee. He tiptoed to the bathroom, glancing at Danny, who seemed to be asleep, lying on his back. When he got back from the toilet, Danny reached out for the side lamp and switched it on.
"Having difficulty sleeping, cousin?" Danny asked.
"Well," Majid was surprised that Danny was still awake. "It was a long flight but I don't seem to be sleepy now after I had this dream."
"Dream?" Danny probed, his heart starting to race.
"Yea," Majid said as he sat on the edge of his bed, aware of the spot of cum which had dried on his boxers, his bare legs spread, making sure that his shorts fly was open enough for a glimpse of his dick. "I dreamt that someone was sucking me off and I shot a load in my undies. It was pleasant though. Now I can't sleep." Majid stared at Danny's face to see what expression Danny had.
"Nice," Danny croaked. "And this someone? Did you get to see who it was?"
"Does it matter, cousin? I just had a wet dream and whoever it was, the sucking was heavenly."
Danny didn't respond. Majid stood up and moved to where his suitcase was to get another pair of undershorts. He made it a point to take off his boxers and slowly pull up the clean undies right in front of Danny. Danny's eyes widened at the sight of his cousin naked, his dick limp but impressive. Danny had noted the hung size when he sucked and stroked it a little time ago. But seeing it right there, practically in his face, was a totally different experience. Danny wondered whether Majid would have let him suck his cock had he been awake.
Majid got back into bed. "I doubt if I can sleep. My dream was so vivid it felt real. I felt as if someone was actually blowing me," he told Danny.
At this, Danny got out of his bed and slid beside Majid. "I sucked you while you were asleep," he confessed, placing his hand on Majid's crotch, feeling a twitch as Majid's cock responded.
"I know," Majid whispered as he licked Danny's ear.
"You were awake?" Danny asked incredulously. "And you let me believe you were asleep?"
Majid snickered and pressed his crotch against Danny's hand. "You can do it again now, knowing that I am awake."
Danny gave Majid one hell of a blowjob.
Majid could not have enough of the sights and men of America's Texas. On the streets of Waco, he spotted hot guys in cowboy hats, tight jeans, wide belts with fancy buckles, bulges that looked delicious. Even the cars had cowboy flavors: bumper stickers, decorations, bull's horns on the hood. He really desired an experience with one of those macho guys in their fancy cars and clothing. But he couldn't ask his cousin, could he? Danny would never approve. For the past three days, Majid had received a fantastic blowjob before going to sleep. But this was not enough. He wanted a cowboy stud.
"These cowboy guys look extremely sexy," he joked as he sat with Danny at a Starbuck's sidewalk table. "I wonder..." He left the sentence dangling, waiting for some reaction from his cousin.
"They are, aren't they? But you would be surprised that behind all this macho look, how many of them are gay-inclined," Danny licked his lower lip.
"Really?" Majid feigned surprise. He egged on, "Could you tell which is which?"
"Sure," Danny said. "See that guy sitting two tables to your left? Don't look yet, but he has been eying you since we came here."
Surreptitiously, Majid slowly turned. The guy was the stereotype of a cowboy, with the clothing, the beard, the rough outdoor look. "Wow," he breathed out, turning back to his cousin. "You think...?"
"I think he is attracted by the dark color of your skin. There are many dark Mexicans here, but you don't look Mexican, so the guy seems interested. Watch." Danny lifted his coffee mug, gazed at the guy pointedly, and licked the rim of the mug slowly. Majid could only see the guy in his peripheral vision, but there was no mistaking the gesture that he gave Danny in return. He actually grabbed his crotch suggestively. Majid couldn't make out the facial expression, but he definitely understood the body language part.
"I'll give you a chance to see whether he's interested in you or in me," Danny said as he pulled back his chair and rose. "I'm going to the toilet."
Majid turned sideways and rubbed his own crotch, making sure the guy saw. As soon as Danny disappeared into the coffee shop, the guy stood up and came over.
"Hello," he greeted Majid.
"Hello," Majid said.
"You don't look as if you are from around here," the guy said in a pronounced Southern drawl. "Can I join you?"
"I have a friend. He went to pee. But yes, please do."
Majid was turned on like never before. The guy spoke with a strong Texan accent, just like actors in Westerns. Even his name was a turn-on, Judd. How much of a cowboy could one be?
"You have an accent," Judd said after sitting down and getting introduced. "Where do you come from?"
When Judd learned that Majid was Middle Eastern, his eyes glowed with a look that can only be described as lustful. "I have never met anyone from there. Are y'all dark-skinned?"
"Well," Majid smiled. "Now you have. What do you think?"
Judd glanced down at Majid's crotch then back at his face. "Very positively. What do you think of us cowboys?"
"Very positively also."
The conversation was interrupted when Danny came back from the toilet. He had an I-told-you-so look on his face. After hellos and introductions, Danny said: "Listen, cuz. I need to pick up something and should be back in an hour. Do you want to come or should I leave you to discover our town on your own?"
Judd immediately suggested, "Oh, I can take Majid around for some sightseeing."
Judd drove a Chevy SUV. Majid climbed into the passenger seat and Judd took off. After a few minutes of small talk and pointing to buildings and parks, Judd placed his hand on Majid's thigh. Without hesitation, Majid moved Judd's hand up to his crotch, which by now was showing an interesting semi-erection. Judd inhaled.
Rubbing Majid's dick with one hand, Judd used the other to drive. He swerved off the road into some trees, bent over, and took Majid's cock in his mouth. Judd wasn't as good a cock sucker as Danny, but Majid was excited by the fact that this macho male cowboy was actually slobbering on his hard dick. He wanted to fuck Judd.
After a while, Judd got off the throbbing dick and slid out of the SUV. Majid followed suit, his cock poking out of his fly, wet and dripping. Judd dropped his jeans and bent over the hood of the car. Majid was immediately behind him, spreading the very hairy cheeks and pressing his hardness to enter, covering the head with some spit.
It didn't take Majid long to penetrate the cowboy hole and slide inside the hot ass. He held Judd by the waist with one hand, and with the other he reached for the cowboy dick. He was surprised with the size. Judd was hung and hard. Majid stroked him as he plowed his hairy ass. He started to feel Judd's hole tighten around his cock shaft and knew that Judd was about to shoot. He increased his fucking tempo and at the same time his stroking of the huge pulsating cowboy cock. They came simultaneously. Judd squeezed his hole with each squirt, milking Majid to the last drop.
"Well?" Danny inquired when they met later back at Starbuck's. Judd had thanked Majid for the wild fuck and had driven away some minutes earlier.
Majid smiled and simulated a fucking gesture.
"You did?" Danny asked. "You fucked him?"
Majid nodded.
"But you never wanted to fuck me," Danny pouted.
"First, you are my cousin."
"That's so lame. You let me suck you off. You even pretended you were asleep the first time."
"Second," Majid continued, "you always wanted my dick in your mouth. How was I supposed to know you also took it anally?"
That night, Danny took it anally, deep and hard, gratifyingly filling.
Majid's US memories were pleasant to say the least, and judging by his Waco visit, Americans were hot fucks. He was totally over Ralph. He even forgave his brother.
Majid was such a nice guy-a hot fucker-but a nice guy.