Date: Wed, 13 Apr 2016 13:55:34 +0000 (UTC) From: simon peter Subject: Majid Part III Dear Reader This story, like many of my other stories, has elements that are based on real personal experiences. However, the names and places are all fictitious. If you feel like sending me a comment, negative or positive, please do so: simon23232@yahoo.com I would love to read your comments and suggestions. Also, very importantly, please donate to keep nifty going. Thanks. Simon Majid Part III By Simon Peter It was a full and satisfying senior high school year for Majid. It was full of eager sex and satisfying in realizing his hidden sexual preference: being gay. It hadn't been easy for him, not in such a closed, judgmental Middle Eastern society. Had it not been by accident that his friend, neighbor, and classmate, Fareed, had discovered that he was surfing the web looking at pictures of naked men, his satisfaction wouldn't have been realized in such a fulfilling way. When Fareed made his discovery of the nude males on Majid's laptop, the relationship between the two boys started. Fareed, who was considered a "hunk" of a guy, and whose actions and behavior advertised the typical macho guy, had shown more than a passing interest in Majid's web sites. The first, immediate reaction to the naked men pictures had been a forceful shoving of Fareed's average 16-centimeter cock down Majid's throat, causing their long friendship relationship to practically shatter. But later, Fareed had apologized, and the two boys embarked on a healthier gay relationship, starting with making out and mutual blowjobs, culminating in anal sex during their camping trip. Surprisingly, Majid, who was much smaller than Fareed in physical build, less macho, nerdier, turned out to be the "top" in the relationship. It was a wonder to see this very straight-looking, big guy, thrashing and moaning under the nerdy boy who had his horse-dick all the way up his hunk of a friend's ass. But all that was over. "What the fuck are you talking about, boy?" Majid's father glared at his son when Majid told him that he was planning on joining the community college in a town not far from his home town. "Dad," Majid said, with consternation, trying to remember the strategies he had learned in his logic classes. "I know that you and my two brothers have chosen you careers, and you are all very good at it. Construction work is not easy." Majid noticed his father nodding his head, but still glaring at him, waiting. "Damned right!" "But I hope you realize that I am not really built for physical work like my brothers and like you. I take after my mom." "God rest her soul. Yes, she was sort of petite, and you do take after her," his father agreed, softening. "So you see," Majid continued, "Dad, college is the way I should go. Don't you think? I mean, can you see me beside my two big brothers working on a construction site?" "Shit, boy," his dad mellowed. "But how can we afford this?" "I don't expect you to pay for all the expenses, Dad, but only to help out at the beginning. My high school grades are good enough for me to apply for a scholarship and I can work at something to make extra money. Besides, I can stay in the college dorms saving on a place to live and a car." Majid's father was accepting the proposal more and more. "Son, since your mom passed away, you have been my favorite boy. I just don't want to lose you to some damned college away from home. But I guess you can take care of yourself. You have taken good care of all of us so far." That was true. In an all-male house, it was Majid who did most of the house chores while his dad and his two older brothers were away at work. A few times, his aunt would drop by and cook something special, while he was at school, and once a week, they had a cleaning woman coming in for the heavy stuff. But most of the rest was left for Majid to take care of. He never complained. Actually he liked doing the work, which made him useful around the house, him being the only member of the family not bringing in money. This also gave him a lot of independence to enjoy whatever he liked without questions or interference. During the past year, and before his father and brothers got home from the construction site, he would have sex with his lover, and then later clean things up. Not that his all-male family would have noticed, but he made sure that no signs of his escapades with Fareed were visible. He was looking forward to college. For a noticeable reduction of cost, he was offered a room in the dorms without a bath and shared with another student. That was fine by him, except for the fact that he would be giving up some of his privacy to another guy in the room. As he lay on one of the two beds that he chose as his own, he reflected on the approaching year. He was going to miss his lover, Fareed, like hell. He already missed him, only two days after they had said their goodbyes and had had the hottest sex since their relationship started. He erected as he closed his eyes and remembered the intense fucking session. Majid's thoughts wandered to what kind of guy he was going to share this room with. He hoped for a handsome hunk like his lover, but he knew that a lot of college guys were sloppy and crass. The image of Fareed, moaning and groaning under him, and of his expected roommate, mingled together, making him even harder. He considered jacking off but his roommate was expected to appear any time now. Rubbing on his erection, he let his thoughts wander, his eyes closed, his young body desperately in need of sexual release. His roommate arrived, barging through the door, seeing Majid lying on his back, rubbing his crotch. "Hi," the roommate said. "Hey, I'm Jan your roomie." Majid immediately sat up, hiding his bulging crotch, looking at the guy. His jaw dropped. Not in his wildest imagination had he expected what he was looking at. His whole body went rigid and he couldn't force himself to react other than to sit on the edge of his bed and stare at the guy with an open mouth, barely breathing. Jan was Swedish, an exchange student, yellow blond, tall and slim, even skinny, with piercing light blue-gray eyes. This was definitely not a common sight in the Middle East, where guys are usually shorter, heavier, and mostly dark-haired and dark-skinned. Jan was even taller than Fareed, but much slimmer. Finally, Majid found words. "Oh, hi, Jan. I'm Majid." Jan dropped his sack on the second bed and smiled at Majid. "I can see you are surprised?" "Ah.. it's just... just that... yes," Majid smiled back nervously. "I'm surprised." "Pleasantly, I hope," Jan said as he sat on the edge of his bed, facing Majid. "Very," Majid responded. "I never expected a 'foreigner' to be my roommate. I hope you don't mind me claiming this bed before you arrived." He found out that English is pouring out of his mouth easily. He had never had the chance of using his speaking skills in a foreign language outside the classroom. But his grades in both Arabic and English were pretty good. He was very pleased that now he had the opportunity to improve his English. "Not at all," Jan said, kicking off his sneakers. "It's pretty warm in here. This time of year, back in Sweden, we would be freezing our asses off already." He followed that by pulling off his t-shirt, exposing a smooth, very white chest. Majid took in a deep breath. Other than his brothers and of course his lover, he had not been so close to bare male flesh before. They all had chest hair. His older brother, Amir, had hair on his shoulders and back as well, so did his dad. He, himself, had grown a nice patch of black hair in the middle of his chest that he was quite proud of. The pictures of nude, smooth men on his laptop couldn't compare with what he was looking at now. He was elated at the prospect of having this guy as his roommate. Jan promised to be a very interesting person. Besides, Majid's English would surely improve, if nothing else. "I'm excited to have the chance of spending my freshman year here, where everything is different from Sweden," Jan explained. "The weather, the food, the people, the strange language, everything is so excitingly different." "That's nice. I am also happy to share this room with you." That was the first day of being introduced to his roommate. During the initial two weeks of school, the two young men held casual conversations, mainly with Majid explaining and clarifying the cultural differences to Jan. Jan was quite attentive and appreciative of this experience. The two guys started to build a nice relationship. Mostly, Majid appreciated the fact that Jan was an organized, fairly clean guy. One aspect that took him totally by surprise was Jan's habit of being very open regarding his being undressed. He behaved in a very natural un-self-conscious way when it came to showing bare skin. Invariably, he would take off his shirt and jeans and walk around in his underwear, mostly jockey shorts, but sometimes in tight boxers that outlined his dick and balls visibly. Invitingly? Majid would never find enough courage to strip down like Jan did. His culture wouldn't allow it. But he savored his roommate's liberality and openness. He also appreciated the fact that Jan's nakedness in no way looked vulgar or purposefully done to excite. It was just natural. Nevertheless, it excited Majid's imagination, and by consequence his dick. Around a week later, Majid woke up in the middle of the night to a shuffling, moaning sound. Since he was used to having his own bedroom, he was sensitive to any kind of noise during the night, and this was a kind of noise that woke him up. The room was fairly dark, with only some moonlight streaming in through the window. He looked at where the sounds were coming from: Jan's bed. His eye-glasses were on the table next to his bed, so his vision was somewhat blurred. However, he could detect from the movements that his roommate was jacking off. He cursed his vision. He made sure not to make any sound, desperately trying to focus his vision on the shadow of his roommate working on his dick. The moans made him erect but he didn't dare touch himself. He couldn't reach for his glasses without interrupting Jan's masturbation. He just lay on his side, squeezing his eyes to see better. A few minutes later, Jan shot his load, heaving and moaning, reached for a towel, and wiped the semen off his bare chest. He then turned around and dropped off to sleep, his bare back and butt facing Majid. As soon as Majid decided that Jan was fast asleep, he reached for his glasses, put them on and gazed at Jan's bare, fuzzy butt, as he stroked his raging tool, until he shot a load also. The sheet under him was wet with cum. He tried to ignore that and to avoid the wet places, but he couldn't sleep. Finally, he got up, trying to move as silently as possible, and started to change the dirtied sheet in the dark. Jan turned and sat up in his bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "Oh, sorry, Jan. I'm just changing my sheet. Sorry to wake you up, man." Jan reached for the side lamp and turned it on, stretched his arms, revealing his skinny chest, the sheet just covering his crotch. "Shit, bro. Now? You're changing the sheet now?" he said yawning. What could Majid say to that? It was certainly very weird for someone to wake up in the middle of the night and change sheets, except for one possibility, which, to his horror and embarrassment, Jan caught on immediately. "You had a wet dream, huh?" Jan smiled, tauntingly. Without looking at him, Majid nodded as he got busy with the clean sheet. He was in his pajamas, without underwear as opposed to the total nakedness of Jan. He strongly wished for the sheet to slip off and expose his roommate's cock. "Oh, man, you are lucky," Jan said jokingly. "I wish I had one, too. But no. I had to service myself manually," he admitted matter-of-factly. Again, Majid nodded. Raising his eyebrows, Jan said in a lower voice, "You watched? Were you awake?" Majid was startled by his roommate's sharpness. That was very smart of Jan. He looked at the hot, naked Swede and smiled. "How could I sleep when you were one meter away, pulling at your dick and moaning and groaning?" "Man, I'm sorry. But I thought you were asleep. You had a wet dream. Who was it? Your sweetheart? Details. Wet dream detail, Majid," Jan ordered insistently, his hand dropping to his crotch, rubbing his dick. "I didn't say that. I didn't say I had a wet dream. And I don't have a sweetheart either," Majid explained. "Oh, so you also helped yourself manually?" Incredible how quickly Jan caught on. "Yeah." He had finished changing the sheet and was now sitting on the edge of his bed. Jan did the same, stretching his long legs over the side of the bed, and the sheet covering his groin slid off to expose his limp, long dick. It was only once when Majid had had the chance of seeing Jan's cock. A couple of days back, he walked into the showers to see Jan coming out of the shower stall, naked and wet, to get his towel. For a few seconds, Majid was able to see the long penis erected at a sharp angle upwards, with fuzzy balls hanging low. There was a light patch of blond hair around the cock base, and the length almost reached up to touch the navel. Jan dried off his hair and chest and wrapped the towel around his waist, his bulge very noticeable and appealing, and left the showers, smiling. That was all, but it was enough for Majid's imagination to go frenzy. He masturbated under the hot water with Jan's dick very clear behind his closed eyes, erect upwards and inviting. Now, Jan was sitting very close, naked, his dick long and limp covering his balls, facing him. He looked delicious, and Majid's own cock quivered and started to erect even though he had just shot a huge load onto the sheet of his bed. Jan noticed the rising bulge under the pajama pants. "You masturbated when you saw me? Were you so turned on by watching someone stroking his cock?" Jan touched his limp dick. Majid breathed in deeply and audibly. His response was to lie back on his bed without saying a word, which was an admission to Jan's questioning remarks. In his peripheral vision, he saw Jan stand up, naked, step over the narrow space between the two beds and slide onto Majid's bed, stretching his tall body next to him. "You were excited." Jan said as he pressed himself on Majid's body, his breathing hot on Majid's neck. Again Majid inhaled audibly, not moving away. Encouraged, Jan rubbed his hardening penis against Majid, who started to feel the erection pressing at his thigh. He turned sideways, facing Jan, and their dicks met, Majid's already hard through his pajamas, and Jan's quickly getting harder. Rubbing dicks through the flannel pajama pants, Majid moved closer and put his lips on Jan's lips. The electricity he felt was even more intense than when he had first kissed Fareed back home. This was so unexpected. This was so delightful. The two roommates kissed hungrily, their dicks pressing hard on each other. Majid reached down and palmed Jan's tool. It was definitely longer, if not thicker, than Fareed's. With increasing lust and desire, he squeezed on the hard penis. Jan had moved down to lick at his neck as he stroked the long dick. It was uncircumcised, which turned him on even more. Again, he'd seen uncut dick in pictures, but had never touched one. Now he was stroking one, feeling wonder at the sliding skin along the shaft. Jan helped him strip off his pajamas. Both lay naked, against each other, kissing and groping. Jan slid down the bed and started to suck on Majid's cock. Instinctively, Majid pumped into Jan's face. His ejaculation was so intense since Jan was gobbling the long shaft all the way down to the base. Twenty centimeters (8 inches) of Majid's cock was not easy to swallow. But Jan had his own way of working his throat against the probing head, his lips pursed tightly around the base, and his tongue flicking up and down and around the shaft. This drove Majid wild with desire. Fareed never sucked like this. Watching Jan take his load, Majid poured squirt after squirt down Jan's throat as the Swede swallowed, licking up and down the quivering, shooting cock. His breath subsiding, Majid kept his hand around Jan's erection, who was fucking it with increasing speed, using the skin instead of the spit that a cut cock needed. Very soon, Majid felt the wetness of Jan's juice inside his palm as Jan erupted, panting and moaning loudly, mumbling something in Swedish. "Oh, fuck, Majid, man. That was intense." Jan was still panting, still rubbing his dick in and out of Majid's palm, his semen as well as the uncut skin working as lube, wet and getting stickier. "I never thought that you were interested in guys," Majid whispered as he stroked the long, wet dick, his palm getting sticky. Jan whispered back: "I'm interested in you." He pumped into Majid's palm, his dick not losing its erection. "Ever since I walked in on you on the first day, lying on your back, rubbing your erection, I fantasized about you." Majid responded by kissing, and his erection returned, slowly but surely. The two young cock veins filled with blood as the roomies made out, hardening, still wet and sticky. "You also taste nice," Jan said, licking Majid's lower lip. "Have you tasted others?" Majid asked. "Yea. You?" "Fareed. My boyfriend back home." "Is he nice too?" Majid noticed the "nice." Actually, Fareed hadn't come to his mind ever since he started masturbating as he gazed at Jan's exposed butt earlier. "You are nice, Jan, in your special way." "And what way is that?" "For starters," Majid said as he stroked the hard cock, "your dick is uncut." "That turns you on? Is your boyfriend's dick cut like yours?" "Yes. In the Middle East that's how cocks are." "Oh, I'm going to have so much fun. In Sweden, the guys keep the skin. But cut dick is so exciting to suck on. It is much easier to swallow without having to pull back the foreskin. You would be my first cut dick experience." Majid had to taste uncut, and he did, hungrily. He sucked and stroked the skin but couldn't take the whole length. When Jan erupted into his throat, he gagged but swallowed anyway. The cock shaft felt amazing as it slid in and out under the skin. Jan serviced him back immediately, reciprocating with amazing zest, giving him a second intense blowjob. They spent the rest of the night in the same bed, Majid's bed, where they would spend many nights together later on during the year, having wild male sex. Majid found Jan's ass extremely inviting and he fucked it mercilessly. So did Jan who proved to be as "top" as he was. Jan's long cock filled him to the maximum, but with less pain since it wasn't as thick as Fareed's. Most of the times he had been with Fareed, he did the fucking. Now it was alternating, with him getting fucked deep and hard as often as he fucked. Jan preferred to fuck missionary style and Majid loved the rippling muscles and the sweating smooth chest on top of him, the long cock pounding in and out of his ass. He also fucked Jan in the same position, but preferred to spoon Jan sideways and play with his dick and fondle his nipples as he pumped his ass. Sometimes this position made his dick slip out of Jan's ass although it was long. Jan would always push back at him, panting, "Push it back in, Majid. Fuck me with your fat big dick, baby." And Majid would immediately probe and penetrate. The smoothness of Jan's body made him wild with lust. His hands kept roaming all over Jan's chest, his thighs, his butt cheeks, as he ploughed inside Jan's body, until he filled him with his hot semen. They fucked almost every night. They sometimes did a quickie in the afternoon after classes, just before dinner: an appetizer, Jan called it. "It makes me hungrier," he once joked as he swallowed Majid's cum and licked his dripping dick. Naturally, their juices were not as creamy and thick as they would have been once their balls got to have time to fill properly. They never gave their balls a chance. The frequency of the sex, though, never affected the intense fucking. Jan would sometimes retain his erection after he came inside Majid's ass, resuming the fucking and kissing, shooting a second load into Majid. Majid was able to do that, cum a second time immediately after the first, a few times, but not as often as Jan. He loved the way his own cum lubed his cut cock, making the fucking more intense. The college freshman year was full and very, very interesting for Majid. He wondered whether this was going to be a pattern in his life, whether his coming college sophomore year would escalate his sexual satisfaction or not. He hoped it would, and he was impatient to start it as he said good-bye to Jan at the airport heading for Stockholm.