Date: Sun, 28 Feb 2016 18:41:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Omar

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Omar

By Simon Peter

This was during my college years. I was 22, living in the dorms. At the
time, I knew that I was sexually attracted to guys, but I always thought of
it as a "sickness" to be ignored and fought against. However, my penchant
for the male physique couldn't be blocked by social norms widespread at the
time. How can you ignore a hot male physique sauntering along the dorm
corridor in shorts and nude torso, with hot hairy legs, a smooth dark
chest, and a noticeable bulge?

That was Omar.

Omar was one year older than me, a student exchange from the Sudan. He
stood around 190 cm tall, slim, with silky black skin, curly hair and a
beautifully chiseled face: deep brown eyes, high cheeks, very full sensual
lips. Omar, for me, was hot-and I guess for most of the coeds as well!

On the other hand, I was kind of a wimpy, nerdy type of student. I was
around 170 cm tall, hairy chest with a trail down to my pubes, skinny (ribs
showing), pale skin, and an average face, including the proverbial
eyeglasses. No way was I anything close to what Omar looked like. He was a
hunk. I was a skinny skeleton in comparison. Omar had this habit of walking
around in hot semi-tight shorts, naked torso, and flip-flops. I used to
love watching him as he would visit in his shorts and nude torso. But most
of the time, my roommate or some other guy from the floor would be there.

One Saturday evening, warm for this time of year, I decided I needed a
shower. The dorm floor was fairly empty since most of the guys were away
for the weekend. Our showers were actually one large hall with shower heads
and no partitions. For me, taking a shower was usually torture. As much as
I would have loved looking at naked guys, wet and soapy, I had two things
against me. First, I was a very shy person-still am-who wasn't too happy
with my body. Second, I always had to take off my glasses, which meant that
all I could see would be fuzzy, what with the steam and all. I would always
check whether someone was in the showers and only venture there when the
shower hall was empty, which was most of the time after 9 or 10 in the
evenings, especially on a Saturday.

I carried my towel, wearing my undershorts, and walked to the shower hall,
relieved that it was still empty. I was under the hot water jet, enjoying
my shower, lathering my chest and balls, enjoying the feeling of slippery
soap around my balls and the base of my dick, which was probably the only
thing about my body I was happy with-around 18 cm, cut, erecting right up,
pointing to the ceiling as I rubbed slowly up and down the
shaft. Everything around me was silent.

Suddenly, I heard someone walk in. Shit. Shit. I turned my back to the
entrance to hide my hard-on.

"Hi, Ed," came deep and throaty.

Oh, fuck, it's Omar. I would recognize his voice anywhere and I remembered
that being an exchange student he always stayed in the dorms during
weekends.

"Hi, O," I answered, a bit hoarse. I always called him O. It sounded more
than friendly, closer. And he liked it.

"I saw you walking in here with your towel, and I thought Ed is right. A
shower would be perfect at this time of the evening."

"Ummm... yea," I managed. I knew I was blushing and was thankful that Omar
could not see my face. I turned on the hot water knob to get more steam so
he would not be able to see my skinny ass and gawky naked physique. I was
sure he thought I was not appealing to look at.

From the corner of my eyes, fuzzily, I saw Omar slipping off his shorts and
step under the shower head next to mine, turning on the water. Fuck, he was
too close. He sighed as the water hit his body. God, how I wished that I
could see properly! I hated the fact that I had to wear glasses. But I did
make out his beautiful, slim, muscled, satin black body. Of course, I had
my body turned sideways to prevent Omar from noticing my erection, which
totally refused to listen to my orders for it to go soft. How would I
explain an erection? Or should I? My heart pounded, I thought, too loudly?

"So, Ed, how was your psych mid-term?" Again the throaty, sexy voice. Fuck.
My cock throbbed against my belly. Ed was lathering his chest and underarms
as he started the conversation.

"Oh, man," I answered with a quavering voice. "It was the same shit. I hope
I pass it. God knows, I studied hard for it."

He laughed. My God! My cock responded. My hole sphincter tightened. Omar
and I were showering together, with me stealing fuzzy glances at his
oh-so-hot body. I could make out his dick. Christ, it's long, even when
soft. But I couldn't really be sure, not without my glasses. Was it my
imagination? Was I willing Omar to be hung? How could I tell without
glasses and with so much steam? Fuck.

"Hey," Omar said after a while. "Want me to do your back?"

"Umm...," I mutter, surprised? Shocked? Scared? Oh my God. Cock hardened
even more. "Ok, O." I shivered all over in anticipation. Why did Omar want
to wash my back? Hmmm...

Without looking, I heard his feet splash in the water on the floor, and
then his hands, all soapy, were on my back. The shudder throughout my body
was so noticeable that Omar kind of snorted. Jeez, did he notice I was
turned on?

"Wow, Ed," he snickered. "Seems like you haven't had anyone touch you
before." He DID notice.

I feigned a shy laugh and shrugged my shoulders as he moved his soapy hands
up and down my back. I shuddered even more. Oh my God, this felt so
hot. His hands were rubbing my back and I could feel the heat from his body
standing close to me. I then felt his hands move to my lower back, his two
thumbs pressing and kneading both sides of my spine. Shivers coursed up and
down my body, to my groin, and my cock responded with more pulsing and
throbbing. This was killing me. Strangely, I felt something soft and wet on
the side of my neck. With both his hands on my hips, I realized this must
be his lips. Oh, Fuck.

Suddenly, my shyness took over. Shit, shit, shit. I reached backwards
moving his hands up.

"Umm..., O," I croaked. "I think I can reach that part myself."

In response, Omar moved his hands to my hips, and ... Oh my GOD ... he
pressed his groin onto my butt without saying a word. He kept his lips
moving along the side of my neck. Much taller than me, he pressed his
erection into the small of my back, and I almost fainted. I could now tell
for sure that Omar was hung. Was my friend going to rape me in the showers?
Could I control my shivering? I was beyond worrying about that. Shy, shy,
shy. Scared? I quickly moved away and turned to face him.

"What the fuck, Omar?" I managed to say in a hoarse voice. "What are you
doing?"

Through the steam and my fuzzy sight, I could see his beautiful body and
the smirk on his face.

"Ed," he snickered. "We're both horny." He grabbed my hard cock as I
gasped. "See? Your little junior here wants some action. And he's fairly
big, too. I wouldn't have expected that, Ed. Hung dude," giving my cock
shaft a squeeze. He moved closer and pressed his-now I could tell for
sure-huge tool at my belly, my cock head barely reaching up and pressing on
the base of his balls. He bent down and placed a light kiss on my lips. Oh,
Fuck Me. My shuddering was out of control. My shyness was in high drive,
going at 500 miles an hour.

Without responding, in spite of my horniness and craziness about this hunk,
I found myself moving away, grabbing my towel, wrapping it around my waist,
and making a fast retreat out of the showers to my room. Was I a tease? Did
I want Omar to crave more, thus acting so weird? God knows, I wanted
him. But, no. I would not succumb to my physical and sensual needs in this
way. Omar was s guy, for Chrissakes. What was I thinking? I was not a homo
and no hot guy would make me one.

As soon as I got to my room and slammed the door behind me, I was thankful
that my roommate had gone home for the weekend. I sat on the edge of my
bed, dripping water, with the towel still wrapped around my waist and my
erection straining to come out. I touched myself through the towel and I
thought I would shoot my load there and then, the feeling of naked Omar,
hard and horny, pressed on my butt. I shivered.

Still shaking, I contemplated the scene in the shower. Yes, I wanted
Omar. Sexually. Very, very much so. Every nerve in my body shouted it. My
cock screamed it. My hole squeezed and squeezed as I recalled the feel of
Omar's erection on my back and then on my belly. The guy was a dream. What
did he see in me that was so erotic? Maybe it was the steam and the hot
water and the showers? He couldn't want to touch me, kiss me, with a body
like mine... could he? Maybe his girlfriend was away.

Did he have a girlfriend, I mused. Reflecting, I didn't remember seeing him
with any specific girl. Oh, yes, he was popular with the girls, but any
specific one? I couldn't recall. Fuck. He was a homo. But, then again, what
was I? Surely, I was acting very homo. Being turned on like this by another
guy was a definite, inarguable sign of homosexuality. Fuck. I was a fag!
Well, so fucking what? So was Omar. It takes two. But does it? Maybe he was
just hungry for sex. Just being horny. Just wanted another body. Oh,
man... MY body? No fucking way. Even I wouldn't want my fucking scrawny
body. But I did have a big dick, didn't I? Oh, well.

With these thoughts raging in my mind, my body still shivering
uncontrollably, I barely heard the soft knock on the door. Omar entered and
he stood right in front of me after closing the door softly behind him. He
had his towel around his waist, his chest dripping water, silken and
chocolate colored, with a very pronounced bulge, sexy as hell. Fuck,
fuck. I wanted this guy. I really, really wanted him. Or maybe it was just
the junior between my legs that was horny for him? No. All of me wanted
Omar. My eyes glazed, and my glasses clouded from the heat emanating from
my face. I must have turned beet red.

"Hey, Ed, buddy, I'm so sorry," he whispered, looking down at me as I
shuddered all over. "Buddy, come on, man, it's ok. I just got so hot when I
saw you. I always wanted to kiss you, man."

My eyes went wide; they must have gone double sized under my glasses. He
laughed and sat next to me on the edge of the bed. "Ok, buddy?" he said.

I nodded my head, not daring to look at him, squirming, trying to hide my
tell-tale erection. "Yea, O," I mumbled. "Yea, I guess it's ok. But..." I
stammered.

"What?" he smirked, placing his hand on my thigh. My shivering increased a
degree or ten.

"It's just... just that... fuck O, I'm not as hot as you are. I mean look
at you..." I found myself unable to stop. "Look, O. You're so fucking good
looking, man, and ... and ... I'm such a dork." I could feel myself
blushing and shivering, although I knew it wasn't the weather. I babbled
on: "I mean, yea, you are very attractive, but any girl would have you. I'm
a GUY, O... a guy with a dick, just like you. What are we doing?" I closed
my eyes and the shuddering increased to a hundred.

He was encouraged when I didn't move away and he started to slowly rub his
hand up and down my thigh, managing to slip it under my towel, feeling my
inner thighs. I jumped when his hand found my cock and palmed it. He
pressed around the shaft. I moaned.

"Fuck, Ed," Omar said.

"What?" I muttered, feeling my cock doing all sort of acrobatics being
wrapped by his smooth palm.

"You have a big fucker down there," he smirked, rubbing my cock up and
down. "I like!"

Oh, fuck, FUCK. His other hand touched my chest. He played with my chest
hair between my nipples and I shuddered under his touch, feeling my load
building in my balls.

"Ummm... O... stop, man, I think I'm going to shoot," I say in a stuttering
voice, one octave higher than my normal voice. My heart? Pounding away like
a fucking train under full steam. My balls aching to explode.

He immediately took his hands off my cock shaft and my chest and pulled me
down on the bed, leaning over me and kissing me on the lips, his erection
pressed at my side.

As I felt my shyness start to surface again, I willed myself to order it:
NOT NOW BITCH! I opened my mouth and felt his tongue invade my lips and
play around my tongue. We slurped and his thick, sexy lips totally covered
my mouth. He shifted, removing his towel, and lay on top of me. His cock
was throbbing against the towel covering my crotch. Oh, I needed him,
needed to feel his nakedness against mine, needed to take the pressure of
his hardness on my belly. I raised my butt and removed my own towel and we
kissed with our nakedness rubbing, all steaming hot and wet from the
showers.

I almost shot my wad as his cock pressed on mine, skin on skin, and we
rubbed against each other, his lips never leaving mine, his tongue buried
deep inside my mouth, probing, tingling, urgent.

His hands were all over me. How could this hunk want my freakish skinny
body? Omar was so beautiful, so sexy, so man. I had never thought of him as
a fruit. His tongue slipped out of my mouth down to my chin, my neck, my
chest, round my nipples that were now hard, down my trail. Fuck. He was
making love to me as if I were his girl bitch. His lips found my cock head
and wrapped themselves around it tightly. I moaned loudly and bucked up to
have more of his mouth around my shaft. He pushed me back down as he teased
my cock head with his wet lips and tongue, both hands squeezing my
nipples. "Still," he breathed on my cock. I stilled, letting the sensations
of his ministrations take over.

Then he started on my balls. I automatically spread my legs to give him
more access as I shuddered under his tongue. He was doing my crack, finding
my hole and pressing his tongue against it, his nose buried between my butt
cheeks. Oh. My. God. And I was so hairy down there! New sensations that I
had never, ever experienced before rippled throughout my body. There was
only one time before when a girl went down on me. She felt, like, it was a
duty since we were making out in the car and she didn't want to go all the
way. Her mouth just slobbered on my cock and I really knew that she wasn't
enjoying it. I finally came after she masturbated me with her hand rather
than because of the blow job. But this? This was different. Omar was loving
my cock. He was making love to it. He was awesome as I looked down at his
bobbing head swallowing junior, licking, kissing, slobbering. Again I
started to feel the build-up of jizz in my nuts. Oh this is
wrong. Wrong. I'm a homo. My mind is in overdrive, so is my body. Fuck, I
can't be doing this. I can't. Christ. Oh, Fuck. Fuck. I'm a fucking faggot.

I pulled Omar's head from between my thighs, feeling his frizzy wet hair,
and he slid over my body to take my mouth again, his body fully pressing
mine against the bed mattress. The build-up in my balls receded a little
and I was able to rationalize the sensations I was feeling even though
Omar's tongue was doing wonders in my mouth and his body felt so right on
top of me. I shouldn't be doing this. No.

No way. No fucking way. Ed, move away. Push him away. WHAT? Oh, no. I
wanted my Omar. Bad.

Instead, I pulled Omar up and he moved willingly to sit on my chest, his
balls resting in my chest hair, his cock pointing right at me. Now I had
full view of this beautiful instrument. Fuck it. Pushing my shyness all the
way back to a place I was hoping it would never return from, I encircled
his manhood in my palm and pulled him closer to my face. I kissed the tip
of his dripping cock, tasting some saltiness mixed with soapiness, my lips
automatically wrapping around the tantalizing cut head, feeling the
silkiness and heat and throbbing of this beautiful cock.

As I took him in my mouth, he arched his back and started a low, deep moan
from the back of his throat, pushing to get more of his long tool into my
mouth. I swallowed and gagged, not even halfway down the long
shaft. Holding his cock in my hand, I pulled back and managed to work the
head with my lips and tongue. Omar was shivering and moaning. "Oh yes,
Eddie, please suck on my cock, baby." With somewhat of a shock, I realized
that Omar was actually fucking my face! Holy fuck. Fucking my fucking face!
I was being fucked in the fucking face. Oh, maaaan. I slurped!

In the back of my head, as sensations of feeling Omar's hot cock between my
lips and his ass butt on my chest, I kept thinking how wrong this all
was. But suddenly, I was choking on a stream of hot cum as Omar pushed
deeper into my throat and squirted his cum. I fought back my choking
instinct and started to swallow, but I couldn't get all of it. I felt his
jizz dripping out of my mouth to my chin. He kept shooting hot cum down my
throat forever. He didn't seem to stop. He must have squirted six or seven
big ones-I wasn't really counting-and I kept swallowing, never
stopping. Omar was holding my head between his two hands as he shot glob
after glob of his juice, his eyes squeezed shot, his moaning loud and his
breathing coming out in whistles. I thought his cum would start squirting
out through my nose-there was so much of it. Finally, he pulled out slowly,
ever so slowly, dripping. His chest was heaving fast with his breathing,
already showing sweat beads. He rubbed his cock head on my lips as I
tongued the wet underside, holding onto his round, firm butt cheeks.

With a sigh, Omar pulled away, but he stayed squatting on my chest, his
cock remaining surprisingly and beautifully erect and
throbbing. Amazing. Slowly, he eased himself down on my trembling body
until his butt cheeks were pressing on my hard cock. He reached back and
lifted himself, guiding my cockhead towards his ass hole. WHAT? Slowly, oh
very slowly, he sat on my cock. I felt the puckering hole as it relaxed and
I penetrated. A loud moan escaped my mouth. Omar covered my mouth with his
hand as he slid down on my cock shaft. As I felt my cock press against his
insides, I also felt his balls nestled in my pubic hair. I reached down and
fondled his still-hard cock, amazed at this beautiful guy sitting on my
cock, fucking his ass on it.

I started to thrust up to meet his down movements. This was a first for
me. Never had I imagined I would be fucking ass, let alone Omar's. I was so
turned on that all it took were a few thrusts until I exploded inside
him. He kept his moving up and down my cock shaft milking me for every
drop. Finally, he slumped on top of me, my cock still buried inside him,
flexing in the wetness of his hole and my own juices. His sphincter was
shut tight around the base of my cock, which totally refused to go soft.

Eventually, he slowly eased off me and lay next to me on his side,
breathing hard, and nibbling on my ear. "Oh, Ed. What a fucker. Baby, we
are going to have so much fun, you and me."

"Oh, yea," came my throaty assent. "Yes, O." Did I just fuck this hunk?
Unbelievable. No fucking way.

But yes, my cock was buried inside him. Yes. I did fuck him and suck him
and swallow his cum. Yes. We fucked. FUCK... we fucked! I had emptied my
balls inside his beautiful black body! I had fucked my first guy. Would he
fuck me, too? Could I take his monster of a cock into my ass hole? He took
mine, and I was not small either. I must have stretched him to the limit
and he never winced as I thrust into him.

Would I be able to do the same? His cock was still pressing at my thigh as
we kissed and tasted each other's saltiness. My mouth was full with the
richness of his cum. My cock was still plastered to my belly. Looking down
in amazement, I wondered at my ability to sustain an erection after
shooting a huge load. This had never happened before. True, I usually did
not go soft right after I masturbated.

But this was hard. Hard. Like a rock. Throbbing. Wanting, no needing, more.
Omar's hands caressed my chest and over-sensitive nipples, as I ran my
fingers down his back and around his deliciously firm butt.

This hunk! I had fucked this hunk! I pressed his butt cheeks and he
squirmed.

"I will have to return the favor, Ed," he moaned under the pressure of my
hand on his butt. My heart missed a beat. He would fuck ME! "You are so
delicious, and so fuckable," he went on. "I can hardly wait to penetrate
you and drive deep inside you, baby." I inhaled audibly at his words into
my ear, his teeth nibbling the lobe. Looking down, both of our young cocks
were still ready to go. Would it now be Omar's huge monster of a cock
invading my virgin ass? Oh, my God. I guess it would. Fuck.

And, later, it surely did. Ummm.