Date: Sun, 17 Apr 2016 16:15:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Majid Part VI

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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.