Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2016 16:12:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Majid Part X

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Majid Part X

By Simon Peter


Finally, the summer was over.

"Majid," his father addressed him across the kitchen table where the family
was having dinner that Majid had prepared. "Have you thought about getting
a job, now that you have a college degree?"

Majid nodded his head, having anticipated this question for some time
now. Yes, he had to find a job.

"He could be a chef, Dad," Jad, his brother (and lover throughout the
summer) smirked. Majid would make a great chef."

"And all the time and money for college wasted?" His dad glared across the
table and Jad who snickered as their eldest brother broke into a wide smile
and added, "Or a dishwasher."

Majid was a bit upset at the way his two older brothers made fun of him, he
being the brains in the family. "A dishwasher is a machine, bros," he
glared at his brothers, eyebrows knotted.

"Stop that, boys," the father admonished his three sons. Their mother had
passed away right after Majid was born, and Majid took upon himself to take
care of his family even as a boy. "So?" his father turned back to look at
him.

"Yeah, Dad," Majid was uncomfortable. "I will. I sent out my CV to some
companies and I'm waiting for answers."

"Good," his father regarded him with a loving look. Majid was always the
favorite among the three sons, even after he came out to his father a
couple of years ago as being gay. But his father had no idea that his other
son, Jad, was gay also, that the two brothers were fucking away all
summer. Jad had begged Majid to keep it a secret and Majid honored his
request.

Majid had sent out CVs, but he made it a point to apply to companies other
than the few local ones in his hometown. He didn't want to live at home. He
wanted to maintain his own lifestyle without any constraints. Besides, he
was hoping to get offers from companies in the town where he went to
college. He'd be away, but at the same could come home and visit. Also, he
would be able to register for the new MBA program that his college had
started and was offering interesting packages to attract new candidates.

It wasn't until a week later, around the end of August, that Majid received
a phone call from an advertising company located in his college town. He
was asked to come in for an interview. He was elated.

He ended up accepting the job, junior accountant, and rushing over to
register for the MBA program.

He had "borrowed" a 2-month rent from his father for a one-room studio
apartment just off campus, and a walking distance from his workplace.

Now, three weeks later, all settled in, working from 9 till 4 and going to
class twice a week for 5-to-8 seminars, Majid heaved a sigh of contentment
and his mind inevitably wandered off to sex.

In his head, he ran the list of "lovers" he had had already. Quite a list,
he smiled to himself as the images of the guys he slept with flashed in his
mind, resulting in an erection.

Lounging back on his new sofa-bed, he slid his hand inside his jeans and
lovingly stroked his hard cock.

There were prospects, both at work and on campus. All he had to do was to
locate and hook the right one. He felt his dick throb in
anticipation. Closing his eyes, he pictured his first sex partner, his
neighbor, Fareed, who had acted so straight at first but who later
gratefully offered his butt to be fucked. He inwardly laughed at the moans
and grunts that Fareed gave out as Majid plowed into his butt hole, how
Fareed begged to be fucked deeper.

Majid quickened his stroking as he brought back his bouts with Jameel, the
town slut: how he used him over and over as a semen dump, how Jameel doted
on his big cock, always begging for more, never satisfied, sometimes even
offering money from his rich father to give to Majid.

His heart raced when he remembered the fantastic times he spent with his
freshman roommate, the Swedish Jan, Jan's smooth milky-white body writhing
under his dark-skinned thrusting, or his own hairy butt welcoming the thin
but long Swedish cock.

Majid's cock got even harder, pulsating. He got off the couch and raced to
the toilet. A few strokes later, his jeans and briefs around his ankles, he
was shooting his load into the toilet bowl with images of Jan swallowing
cum and looking up at him, lips glistening with semen.

But was Majid going to spend his time living on past conquests? There was
his English instructor. Oh, how he loved the way their relationship
developed. His dick flexed with the memory, still dripping cum. He also
thought about the way his relationship with Ralph ended, when he discovered
Ralph making out with his brother.

His brother! Jad! His heart ached. He had just spent a whole summer
sleeping with his brother. Jad was amazing. Majid had had the most
fulfilling relationship up till now, but he knew it was going nowhere, not
with a brother. Of course, there were the two passing bouts of sex in the
States, his cousin Danny and the American cowboy. But those were just that:
passing bouts of sex, however gratifying, just like the time he fucked the
older salesman that he had met on the bus coming to college. What was this
man's name? Fuck! He even forgot the guy's name! But he did remember the
look of gratitude as he fucked his ass and shot his load all over his
face. It lasted three days!  Collecting his notebook and textbook, he left
the apartment for his first seminar, sex on his mind.

Entering the classroom, he scanned the people. There were clusters here and
there waiting for the session to begin. His eyes focused on a lone guy,
around his age, sitting alone, his head in his hands, contemplating the top
of his desk. Majid took one seat over from this guy. During the seminar,
Majid's eyes roamed around, noting his fellow classmates. Who among the
guys would be interested? More to the point, who was interesting? He was
able to sift out three probabilities: the guy whom he chose to sit next to,
another guy who was physically very attractive but soon proved to be not
too bright, and a third guy, with a pony tail, who seemed to be popular
with a couple of girls.

The seminar was introductory and the professor let them go early.

As they walked out of the classroom, he was able to study the guy that was
sitting next to him saunter out. He had a lovely butt, and Majid liked the
way the guy moved. The pony-tail guy had both arms around the waists of the
two girls who were flirting with him. Majid counted out the third not-so-
smart-even-though-hot-looking guy. He wasn't going to get involved with
someone that didn't relate intellectually as well as physically and
sexually. Besides, who said that the guy was gay, anyway? But the one
walking in front of him was worth a try. Majid considered how he was going
to handle this.

Just walk up and say: hey, you're cute. Would you like to come over for a
fuck? Majid smiled to himself, but his dick tingled.

He quickened his steps and caught up with the guy.

"Hi," Majid said, extending his hand. "I'm Majid."

The guy looked startled at first. He stared at Majid for a moment, a frown
knotting his eyebrows, and Majid noticed that the guy was quite a looker.

"Samir," the guy took Majid hand and shook it, his expression relaxing and
a smile creeping onto his face.

"We seem to be going for the same degree, huh?" Majid said awkwardly, at a
loss for something more intelligent to say.

"Seems so," Samir answered, both walking side by side. Suddenly, Samir
turned to Majid and said, "How about a coffee? Since we are going to be
classmates for the next four months, we might as well get to know each
other."

Majid's heart skipped a couple of beats. "Sounds great. My treat."

They grabbed their coffee mugs and settled at one of the empty tables in
the cafeteria. The conversation was animated, but was centered about
generalities. Majid liked Samir a lot. He had a great sense of humor and he
smiled beautifully. They hit it off. Samir had moved in for the MBA program
from his home in the city. He liked the attractive package it offered. But
he was a bit confused about studying and living in a small town, mostly
catering for the college. Majid offered to show him around and help him
out.

"Where are you staying, then?" Majid asked as they walked out of the
cafeteria.

"Ah..." Samir sounded embarrassed. "Well, there is this place... you
know... that is like a hotel, more like a hostel. I've been staying there
since I came here three days ago."

"You mean the Youth Center?" Majid asked, raising his eyebrows. "That place
is a fucking dump, man."

"Don't I know it," Samir laughed. "But I haven't been able to find a decent
place yet."

An idea hit Majid. He had borrowed rent for two months from his dad. He was
planning on paying rent himself, now that he had a job. Wouldn't it be more
convenient if he shared the rent with someone?  Someone hot like Samir?
Even if Samir proved to be straight... But there was a chance that this hot
guy from the city could be gay! What a fantastic prospect. But even if
Samir proved to be straight, Majid would love the company and the sharing
of expenses. There was a problem. His place had one room only. His place
had one sofa-bed only. Another idea struck him. This was how he was going
to find out whether Samir was a possibility or not.

"Listen," Majid said. "You can't really stay at that place. It's
horrible. Did you notice the size of the cockroaches?"

Samir nodded, a sad smile on his face.

"Tell you what," Majid continued, not without some heart fluttering. "I
have just rented a small apartment," he avoided mentioning that it was a
one-room studio. "An apartment" sounded more feasible. "You can move in and
share the rent with me. It would be convenient for both of us."

Samir stopped and looked at Majid. "Really?" he asked with an unbelieving
expression on his face.

Majid smiled. "Sure. Unless you prefer to live by yourself."

"Hey, man. That's very generous. And, no, anything is better than sharing a
bed with cockroaches!"

Majid frowned and Samir realized that he what he said was no
compliment. "Sorry, man. I didn't mean to say that. But I am really in need
of a decent place to stay and your offer is very generous."

"Cool," Majid breathed deep. "Come on over and I'll show you the place."

"Let me pick up my stuff from the Youth Center first," Samir said. Oh! Then
he had already accepted!  Without even seeing the place. Not only did
Majid's heart flutter this time, but his dick as well. Even his ass
twitched in anticipation.

But... There was always a but! Majid had just committed himself to a
roommate. Was that smart? Was the decision made by his dick's brain? If
this didn't work out, what then? Could he throw Samir out if Samir refused
to offer his butt for fucking? However, Majid considered, there was some
kind of chemistry between the two. Actually, it wouldn't be a bad idea if
they kept their relationship to friends and roommates, instead of adding
the sex factor, thus evading all the complications that a sexual
relationship could result in.

Life was about risks. Up till now, except for the instance of his boyfriend
making out with his lover, Majid hadn't been disappointed in his sexual
partners. The only thing missing was probably the experience of a lasting
relationship that would evolve further than sex.

Samir collected his stuff from the Youth Center and the two young men
walked over to Majid's apartment.

"Oh," was Samir's first reaction as they entered the apartment.

"Oh?" Majid asked quizzically, closing the door behind him.

Samir turned around to face Majid. "I love it. Thanks,
Majid. Really. But..."

"But?" It sounded as if Majid was reduced to single-syllable responses with
question marks. He couldn't read the expression on Samir's face although he
considered himself pretty good at doing that.

Samir had this partially enigmatic, partially amused, partially joyous
look. Both eyebrows raised, Samir waited for Majid to respond.

"Well," Majid finally breathed. "I can't afford anything more spacious. You
are welcome to whatever I've got to offer." Majid felt a knot in his
stomach as he realized the implications of what he had just said.

Samir smiled. "Tell you what, buddy. What you have to offer is very
interesting and promising. We don't know each other well yet, but I have
this feeling that we are going to get along nicely. One thing though..."

"Yeah?" Majid, for the third time, responded with a single-syllable
question.

Samir pointed at the sofa-bed. "There is only one bed."

Majid had thought about that. True enough, there was just the one bed, wide
enough for two, but only if they were sleeping together. Guys normally
didn't share one bed unless they were fucking!  "I didn't think," Majid
said with feigning concern. How would Samir react to that?  Samir dropped
his stuff on the floor and sat on the couch. "Quite comfortable," he said,
leaning back against the cushions. "I wouldn't mind sharing the bed if that
doesn't freak you out."

My God! Majid's heart beat faster. Samir had just accepted to sleep in the
same bed! Majid was in trouble, he thought. He thought that it would become
hellish for him to control his lust with hot Samir lying right next to him,
especially since he never wore pajamas and slept in his
underwear. Unless. Up till now, the signs were all positive.

For the first three nights, nothing happened between the two guys. It
turned out that Samir also slept in just his underwear, which gave Majid
the opportunity to examine his new roommate's naked torso and the bulge in
his briefs. The same went for Samir. There were many things in common
between them as they discovered each other during this short period.

They were both quite organized, never just leaving things lying around like
most other guys did. They were both good cooks. They went to the same
school, followed the same program there. They both were avid readers and
they found out that neither of them missed having a television set or a DVD
player in the apartment. They both preferred the movies to television
programs.

All things considered, after only three days of living together, and except
for sex, the two young men matched nicely.

It wasn't until the first weekend after Samir moved in that the
relationship began to change. They had just finished Saturday dinner and
were lounging side by side on the couch, each with a book. Majid was on his
first book of the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy, of which he had heard so
much. He wasn't too happy with the soft porn in the book seen from the
perspective of a woman. Specifically, he wasn't turned on by the
sado-masochistic depictions that the novel kept focusing on. Samir was on
the second book of Hunger Games, a totally different genre of novel.

A bit disgusted with the description of the torture room in his novel,
Majid got up and walked over to the kitchenette.

"Coffee, Sam?" he asked as he filled up the electric kettle and brought
down the coffee press from an overhead cabinet.

Samir looked up from his book, smiled: "Great, M."

The two guys were now quite comfortable with each other, getting into the
informal intimacy of living together. As he waited for the water to boil,
measuring the coffee into the press, Majid was thinking about Samir's
sexual orientation. His new roommate never showed any real interest in
sex. He didn't have any of the typical "gay" signs that Majid usually was
able to discern in other guys. At the same time, during the short period
they had spent together, Samir never mentioned a girlfriend, nor had Majid
seen him with a girl when they met for class on campus.

Samir put down his book and studied Majid as he was preparing the
coffee. He didn't take his eyes away when Majid poured the coffee in mugs
and brought them over. Majid was wearing a pair of baggy shorts, naked
torso, bare feet. So was Samir. There were those two hot guys, almost
naked, living in the same apartment, sharing the same bed, and no sex!
Sipping the hot coffee, they conversed about their respective novels. Majid
was not too happy with his, but Samir was excited about the way his novel
evolved, the concept of competing to survive. After a while, yawning and
stretching, they decided it was time for bed. They turned down the
sofa-bed, arranged the pillows and got in. It was warm enough for them to
only use sheets instead of blankets.

Majid was lying on his back, his arms under his head, his body fully
stretched, the sheet reaching up to his navel, and his crotch bulging under
it. Samir rested his head on one hand, facing Majid sideways.

Using his peripheral vision, Majid realized that Samir was looking at his
crotch. Without having any control on his feelings, Majid started to
develop an erection. The sheet showed the rise of a boner clearly.

As if on cue, Samir extended one hand and placed it on the rising bulge.

Majid moaned and trembled with surprise. "What?" he managed to croak
turning his head sideways to look at his mate. His arms were still behind
his head, exposing his hairy armpits. Samir didn't say anything: just the
palm of his hand lightly placed on Majid's erection. As if in a dream, the
two guys moved towards each other, lips meeting. It felt so natural that
this would eventually happen. That it hadn't happened before was a mystery
for both of them. That it was happening now, and in such a way, was even
more mysterious. More importantly for the both of them was that it was
happening.

Removing his hands from behind his head, Majid wrapped his arms around
Samir and drew him closer.

He could feel throbbing pressed at the side of his thigh as the two bodies
touched each other. Samir was running his hand up and down Majid's
now-fully erected penis, the kissing getting more intense, with open lips
and intertwined tongues. Majid turned sideways, pulling the sheet away, and
glued himself onto Samir, the two erections pressing and grinding on each
other. Inhibitions dissolved, wandering about each other disappeared,
desire and lust took over.

Majid and Samir's first love making that night was indescribable. They had
apparently been aching for it all throughout the past week. They had both
needed it every time they climbed into the same bed, almost naked but never
touching. It was electrical. Samir ran his tongue and lips all over Majid's
hairy chest, his trail, his balls, his thighs, and down to his feet. The
sensations of wet tongue and lips on his body made Majid shiver with
lust. When he pulled off his underwear, his 20-centimeter, cut cock (8
inches) sprang out with force, plastering on his belly, reaching all the
way to his navel. Samir licked up and down the under shaft, around the
mushroom head. He slobbered all over. When he reached the point of having
to take that hard, big knob between his lips, Samir looked up at Majid and
his lips pursed tightly just under the head, around the ridge. Majid
instinctively bucked up.

"Sam, oh, man, Sam, baby, yea. Eat me. Suck my dick, Sam," Majid heard
himself pleading, placing one hand on the back of Samir's head, guiding him
onto his hard throbbing shaft. Invariably, guys who had sucked Majid's big
tool gagged and coughed. But Samir went down the long, thick shaft as if it
was second nature to him. Majid trembled violently at the feeling of the
pursed lips around the base of his dick and the hot air coming out of
Samir's nose and into his thick bush.

"More, baby, yesss, more, Sam. Suck on my fucker, baby."

Sam obliged. Working his lips up and down the shaft, he maintained flicking
his tongue around the head. The technique he was using on Majid was a first
experience for someone who had had quite a few blowjobs. This was so
different, sensations reaching his brain and announcing them to his whole
body were originating from the base of his cock, from the hard shaft, and
from the sensitive cock head.

Majid thrust his pelvis up to meet the downward swallowing of his
apartment-mate-turned-lover- cocksucker. He fondled his hair. The build-up
of an expected huge load was fast reaching ejaculation.

His thrusts into Samir's throat became quicker, more demanding, more
lustful. The final shooting of cum was even more intense than Majid had
expected. Squirts and squirts of semen shot out of his cock, filling
Samir's mouth, who was totally taken by surprise although he did feel
Majid's cock thicken in his mouth, stretching his lips further, probing his
throat deeper. For the first time since he took Majid in his mouth, Samir
gagged and coughed. There was so much juice spurting out, endlessly. No
matter how hard he tried to swallow the hot semen, Samir failed to be able
to contain the volume of man cum inside his mouth. It dribbled out onto his
chin and down on Majid's hairy balls, which constricted up and down with
the intensity of ejaculation.

Finally, the stream of cum thinned out to a dribble. Samir courageously
kept on it, sucking out the last drops of the thick creamy man juice. Majid
almost passed out, his breathing shallow and fast, his heart going at the
speed of light. He lay on his back, legs spread wide, chest heaving, eyes
closed shut, mouth wide open, whole body trembling.

His lips covered with cum, Samir slid over Majid's body and found his
mouth. The kiss was much more intense than the first one they had shared on
the couch earlier that evening. It had the taste of man cum and reminded
both guys that they had just made love.

Taking a short breather, Majid returned the favor. It was easier for him
since Samir was not as hung.

But even so, taking in 15 centimeters (6 inches) of hard cock down your
throat could be quite suffocating. Majid was determined to suck Samir off
to ejaculation, which didn't take long. Samir's squirts were not as intense
as Majid's. After three or four long streams of cum, Samir settled back
with total sexual gratification.

With balls now emptied, all curiosity about each other melting away,
replaced by a much deeper understanding of each other's needs, the two guys
held each other as lovers. Slowly, but surely, they regained their
erections and it was more of an unspoken agreement that Majid would kneel
between Samir's thighs, bend and lick out his butt hole, and then penetrate
him.

Majid's fucking was urgent, to say the least. Just like the blowjob,
Samir's ass hole welcomed Majid's huge monster cock with zest and
excitement. The initial penetration was a bit difficult, which Majid
expected, but once the fuck tunnel stretched enough to handle the thickness
of the invading cock, the fucking went into rhythm, from slow and long to
fast and hard. Samir moaned and grunted and bucked with every thrust into
his bowels. It wasn't the length over which Samir reveled: it was the
thickness, stretching his rim muscle to an extent that he had never
experienced as a bottom. He felt he was being split in half as Majid drove
in and out of his butt hole. A few times, Majid would totally withdraw, and
then drive back in, penetrating and sliding all the way. He would grind,
withdraw completely, and then invade the hole. Samir grunted, his hole
stretching further and further with each cock assault.

Again, the ejaculation was intense. Again, Majid's balls pushed out a huge
volume of juice. Again, the cavity into which Majid's load emptied got
filled out quickly, and cum seeped out from around his cock shaft onto
Samir's balls and the sheet.

The two roommates' relationship deepened day after day. They had sex almost
every night. During the weekends when neither of them had to visit their
home, they didn't even leave the apartment except for some quick shopping
for food. They spent hours, cooking, having sex, eating, having more sex,
reading and then back to sex. They were at it four or five times a day, and
the nights were countless bouts of fucking between some hours of
sleep. Invariably, one of them would wake up, all boned up, would nestle
against his lover's naked body next to him, grind and nudge, to finally end
up with hot sex followed by deep satiated sleep.

Majid was a "top." Samir was a "bottom." This, however, never stopped the
two guys from switching roles. It wasn't like they had a husband and wife
relationship. They fucked on equal terms, no matter who was fucking and who
was getting fucked. In their culture, the one who fucked was considered
somewhat superior to the bottom. Implicitly, fucking was manly, getting
fucked was womanly. Even if not gay, a straight man wouldn't budge at
offering his cock to someone for a blow job or even a deep ass fuck
regardless of their gender. Not the case between Majid and Samir. They
never felt that they were acting pre-set roles. Samir would sometimes be in
a fucking mood, not as often as Majid, but whenever he was, there would be
Majid's butt ready and willing to take him. They filled each other with
their love juices and reveled in the fact that something from the other was
being sucked into their bodies, their veins. Even as top, Majid enjoyed
getting fucked immensely. Sensations were multiplied with each fucking
session. Nerves never got dulled with the routine of having sex. They
simply enjoyed each other in whatever way possible.

Majid's favorite fucking position was missionary. His long cock posed no
problem in penetrating in this position although he penetrated deeper
whenever Samir offered his butt doggy-style. What Majid preferred was the
ability to watch his lover's face as he entered him, as his slid in and out
of him, his lover's expression of ecstasy at being fucked, expression of
love even.

Majid also loved bending over to kiss and nibble on his lover's lips, ears,
nipples, to lick and to suck on the hot skin, sweating and shaking under
him. He loved to stroke Samir, who never lost his erection while being
fucked. Samir's erected dick responded with every thrust into his ass. It
would mostly be Samir who would ejaculate first, his butt muscle squeezing
on Majid's fat cock shaft with every squirt he shot onto his belly, and
sometimes up onto Majid's hairy chest as Majid bent over him, supported by
his hands, thrusting away. Majid would cum inside his buddy, filling him,
flexing inside him, with Samir's hole milking the squirting cock as he shot
his load.

Seeing that he usually sustained his erection after ejaculation, Majid
would resume his fucking, using his own cum as lubricant, as it got
stickier with the sliding in and out of Samir's ass. During one session, as
Majid kept on fucking after the first ejaculation and Samir had already
shot his load, the two guys were able to ejaculate simultaneously a second
time only after minutes of their first explosion.

Needless to say, the two young guys' relationship developed into deep love
and respect for each other. It was only two years later, when they finished
their MBA requirements that Samir sadly said goodbye and left for the city
to take up a job with his dad. Majid went back home and tried to find
solace in Jad, his brother. But it was different now, having tasted the
pleasures of living with another guy as a couple, as lovers, transcending
sex, going way over fucking and sucking cocks. Jad was lovely, for sex. But
between brothers there would never be the same feeling of togetherness, of
meshing, of becoming one soul.

For months and months afterwards, even as he was fucking Jad, Majid ached
for Samir. But that was the way of life for gay men. They come and go.
Relationships, no matter how deep, how meaningful, would end.

Majid sighed and jacked off in the bathroom, with Samir's butt hole
imprinted in his mind.