Date: Wed, 31 May 2017 01:47:45 +0300 From: Sam. X. Subject: Sucked Back To Pure (1) [category: gay male, adult/youth] Intro note: This is an adult fictional story inspired by my experience growing up in a Middle Eastern country and struggling with religion and sexuality. There are some over sexualized or pseudo-religious details that shouldn't be taken seriously... Enjoy and feel free to contact me if you have any feedback. Part I: My name is Sami and I live with my mother and little brother Adam. It all began a couple of years ago when I was a 16 year old high schooler. And my younger brother was 13. At the time dad found other interests in life and left us and the whole country, eventually divorcing my mother and moving on. The divorce wasn't that bad, in a way I was glad that he left so I can explore my sexuality openly and somehow experience my manhood without being under his surveillance or shadow. I don't really know if I felt that he was "competition" in the Freudian sense, but I felt a vague kind of emasculation around him. Sometimes I'd pretend to be younger than what I was or act clueless about anything sexual to delay my transition into adulthood. I was born and grew up in a religious country governed by laws that allow a few religions to be practiced freely, generally letting each belief system control its followers. However, I wasn't religious and that's a shameful thing over there, very looked down upon... My mother was a teacher and also never showed interest in religion. This seemed odd to me and I started learning more about each religion just to have an idea of what's going on in this country. Fast forward a few months then we moved to a strictly islamic country, practicing Sharia law and everything. I kept thinking about ways to fit in and seem normal to others, and I remembered that my dad used to take my brother and I to the local mosque on Fridays, we'd wear white traditional gowns, called "thobes", looking adorable as little kids going to pray with dad. One afternoon, I was playing soccer outside with the neighbors' kids, I finished the match and went back home to shower. Listening to the mosque prayer call through the loud speakers made me feel at peace. I liked his voice and commitment to deliver this prayer call very respectfully. So after I got out of the shower I headed to the mosque to check it out. It's like an itching memory when you remember being somewhere but can't really recall the physical details, maybe similar to remembering a dream. I walked in as all the men finished washing up and started line up in preparation for payer, lead by the mosque's imam. We prayed then the imam (sometimes called a Sheikh because he's a typical looking religious man with a long beard, a belly, broad chest and a charming smile), he came up to me after we prayed and asked to speak to me by the door, he welcomed me and sensed that I was a newbie. To be honest I was just copying the other guys' praying moves, and unlike me they appeared to be in a deep meditative state. He then told me to wear longer pants or a traditional thobe (as the one he was wearing, white short-sleeved thobe with white baggy boxers underneath, it looks like a floor-length t-shirt if you have no clue what I'm talking about. Some Indian and Pakistani men wear their own traditional gowns which look slightly different). I nodded my head then politely asked him "umm but why is that necessary, imam?". He replied by explaining to me that the Islamic sacred books stated that a man's "private area" is from his bellybutton to his knees, in a quick and simple way... I was thinking 'yeah cool, this makes sense', I guess I should dress properly when meeting God. "Thanks for the tip, I appreciate it" I said trying to subtly end the conversation. He extended his hand to shake mine, smiling he said "My name's Mehdi, hope to see you here more often... take care son." I walked home feeling content and gratified. He was kind to me and treated me like an adult. And I liked that. Part II: After my first visit to the mosque I went a couple more times as I was developing an interest in the Islamic complicated rules and meaning, and being on summer break at the time I really didn't have much to do. One Friday I got dressed up in a baggy thobe and started walking towards the mosque. (the significance of Fridays lies in the lecture-like speech before praying, and overall being a slightly more elaborate event than the regular five daily prayers ). I walked in and sat down on the floor next to the other dudes waiting for the imam to stand behind the podium and start his talk. Sitting cross legged on the floor always stimulated something in my groin, and now I could feel my dick getting chubbier, hanging low as I raised my knees a little towards my chest, to hide my goddamn cock and pay attention to the speech. I was only wearing a cotton white and un white undershirt, and it was nice feeling my dick and balls hang low and rub against my thighs sometimes, which drove me wild. I was kind of attracted to my own developing masculinity, and showed "it" off every time I got the chance. So I sat through the speech then prayed with the rest, imam Mehdi noticed me from a distance then smiled and continued walking around and conversing with some guys in the front part of the carpeted praying area. By this time (after turning 17) I had bushy dark pubes and some chest hair growing.. and I was into checking out my naked body in the mirror a lot. I was overall in an okay shape, around 5'9", tan/ivory skin, trimmed facial hair or a minimal goatee, and had very hairy thick legs that I liked showing off by wearing my thin gym shorts almost every day. My little brother Adam (14 y.o) was thinner, with similar facial features and thick eyebrows. Sometimes I'd check out his morning wood pushing against his light almost see thru blue boxers, when he walks out of his room and passes by my room to get the bathroom. Damn.. That looked like a fucking sweet cock man!! I hadn't really figured out my sexuality at the time, I just felt a strong urge to walk behind him to his room, grab him from the back in a hugging-fashion and touch that perky teen cock. I wanted to jack him off like that with one hand and the other hand covering his mouth, make him submit to my big bro power... However, none of that happened, I just couldn't act this aggressively without any "buttering up" if you will. One night I got out of the shower and sat on my bed fantasizing about Adam's maturing cock and his little light pink hole, that I've never actually seen! Then I fell asleep and had a wild wet dream about him. The next day I woke up around noon exhausted, covered in a crusty bed sheet, cum everywhere on the bed and a sticky situation on my stomach and pubes, apparently I came buckets that night. I quickly put the sheet in the laundry basket and got dressed and walked out. I didn't feel like showering so I quickly washed my dick standing by the bathroom sink. I had breakfast with Adam in the living room and shortly after headed out for the afternoon prayer. Which wasn't a big deal to me but sometimes I felt like going for a walk outside and while I'm at it I'd stop by the mosque for the 10 min prayer (or a "spiritual break" as I thought of it). This time I forgot to dress properly in long pants or a long gown, just wearing a pair of black basketball shorts and flip flops. I prayed as usual, then noticed that the mosque emptied out pretty quickly, and imam Mehdi was standing by the podium alone. So I walked over to say hi. "Hello imam Mehdi.. It's Sami, remember?". He replied while looking thru a pile of books and newspapers "Oh hello again, I don't think you told me your name last time we spoke". "Sorry I thought I did!" I said, then he turned around to face me and both smiled politely. He quickly muttered "Come with me Sami, I'll show you around this historic mosque. And maybe you can join our daily sessions here too?" He then explained to me that there are gatherings around sunset everyday, to engage in Islamic discussions or listen to some lectures. I nodded and said that I'll think about it. I walked with him upstairs, we kept talking and I admired the intricate architecture of the mosque, its walls and the decorated huge glass dome. He told me about the history of the place and how Islamic empires spread knowledge through lecturing in mosques and translating books to Arabic and such... I was fascinated and enjoying his company. The tour was over and Mehdi abruptly stopped talking as we sat next to each other cross legged on the carpet. I looked at him expecting him to say something, but he was just looking down at my knee. I thought, oh shit! he's gonna go on now about how my thighs are exposed in the mosque... However, he just extended his arm and reached above my knee touching the trim of my shorts. I wasn't wearing any boxers that day and started sweating... hoping that his hand would either stop right fucking there, or he'd grabs my cock and jerk me off. Again, something unexpected happen as I feel my cock growing, tucked to the opposite side of where his hand was. Imam Mehdi looks up at me, smiled and said "You started.. getting excited at night, son?... It's okay, that's natural. But you shouldn't engage your mind in sexual thoughts during prayer time, ok?" I smiled and nodded. "You know that your preyer would be invalid, if you have any, umm semen, on you. So I encourage you to ask me about anything and avoid these mistakes" "Deal." I casually responded. "Are you handling it well?" He then said I didn't know what he meant, but I said ".... yeah" getting ready to leave, get home and rub one out. He laughed. Then pushed on my knee down with his hand in a playful but slightly aggressive manner. I extended my leg straight on the ground and said "oh you mean the wet dreams and that stuff... yeah you know, I gotta relieve myself like any other guy!" With his hand still on knee, he said "Again, son... You must ask about those thing, and purify yourself of these primal urges... the sexual habits, I mean" I quickly asked "so, you mean muslim men never masturbate?!" "Only to prevent a more heinous sin... that's the short answer, but of course they are exceptions. We can talk more about this next time, okay?" "Yeah.. sure" I replied, and crossed my extended legs on the floor. He looked down again and grabbed my cock from under the leg opening! I was shocked, and almost paralyzed but clearly I liked it and didn't stop him. He pulled my semi-hard dick out and squeezed the head to get a blob of thick pre-cum on his finger. Then he sucked his finger like lustfully as if he's sucking on a lollipop. My dick was raging hard at this point and he was just smiling and not intending to do anything else... Oh how I wanted to straddle his face!! and feel his fucking thick black beard around my sweaty balls..! But all I did was laugh and initiate a goodbye handshake. Which was a good move because he squeezed my hand, while looking me right in the eye with a smirk on his face. Like he was repressing a strong urge to feast on me somehow, but this is a sacred house of God, how dare he do such a thing here. Part III: My attraction to my younger brother was still unclear and undefined at this point. I was so sexually excited that I didn't see men and women as potential partners, only wanted to stick my dick in a warm wet hole... I couldn't wait for my next rendezvous with Mehdi. His intimidating long beard, his chubby body and light perfect skin turned me on in ways that I couldn't fathom. I didn't know how to feel about him being a large masculine man and my urge to fuck his mouth. I was hoping he'd be into that, but I also was curious about what's hidden under his white gown. I wanted to see his mature cock too since he already saw mine. Two days later I walked into the mosque determined to continue whatever he started last time. After praying I waited around reading a book I grabbed from one of the little book shelves scattered around the mosque. When the room emptied out and the coast was clear I walked up to him carrying the book, as a conversation starter. I didn't know what to say so I said hi and asked him about something regarding Islamic laws. He invited me to sit down and we talked for a while. I couldn't keep my eyes off of his thick meaty hands. They were hairy and rugged. And as he sat down he pulled up his gown a little and groaned, as of tiredness. This time we were sitting face to face, and I had a good view of Mehdi's hairy, beefy legs, and his glorious bulge. I cloud almost make out the outline of his full balls when he settled down and crossed his legs on the floor. After our short chat he excused himself and got up, to go turn off the lights outside the mosque's entrance. I also got up and walked around to explore his enclosed private "imam area" which was a doorless room on the left side of the mosque's podium. I grabbed another book from his large library and started flipping thru the pages. I saw these drawings of penises and vaginas, some were homoerotic, and some were graphic as straight up porn coded in an "educational"way. I got nervous and quickly flipped to end of the book as he was walking to room. It was obvious that Mehdi had a wild side, but he didn't make another move yet. I decided to go with the flow and not cross any boundaries, sometimes he switches to talking in a very serious manner as if nothing inappropriate had ever happened between us, which was very strange and freaked me out. Mehdi walked in and stood beside me facing the library shelves. That particular page had normal illustrations of body posture so he started talking about that. Then took the book out of my hand and put it back. "Come here, I'll teach you the correct posture and breathing techniques for meditation" He said as he was pulling an extra praying mat from the closet. We sat on our knees side by side on the praying mats facing the window. Mehdi then turned to me on his left and placed one hand on my stomach and the other on my back, to correct my body posture. "Now take a deep breath from your belly" He said very firmly. And I cooperated. He kept moving both hands up and down as to feel my breath. And one stroke hit really low near my crotch, at that point I realized what was going on but I continued to breathe and look at him for any feedback but he didn't say a word. I took another breath and he kept lowering his hand and brushing the tip my hard dick that's tucked between my thighs. I turned my head to face him and he was looking me intensely in the eye. Mehdi then asked me to stand up. Him still sitting on his bended knees on the floor. My erection was quite obvious as I stood up, and I didn't mind it. I stood there silently as Mehdi lifted up my white thobe and ducked his head under. I was wearing thin white boxers this time but they didn't stop him, he continued to rub his face in my crotch from outside the boxers. I grabbed the trim of the fabric and lifted it up a little more, and he let go of it and put his hands on the back of my thighs. He took too long to pull down my boxers, so I did! I pulled them down to my knees and took charge of the situation. Mehdi got out from under my thobe and looked at me with a smile on his face. I'm guessing that this is what he wanted all along! He moved back to lean his back on the cabinet under the library shelves. I got that this was the green light to fuck his face. I moved forward and took off my boxers, keeping my thobe on and pulled up I stood in a wide stance facing the library with him sitting cross-legged perfectly between my legs. He again ducked under and quickly took my whole hard cock in his mouth. It was overwhelming and incredible! feeling his fat lips wrapped around the base of my cock. I leaned forward and put my hands on the wall shelves for balance as Mehdi was pushing his face into my crotch. I could feel his nose nuzzled in my pubes, and his thick bushy beard rubbing against my swinging balls and under my cock! man! that was exactly what I dreamed of. I start thrusting my cock into Mehdi's mouth as he wraps his lips even harder and takes it into his throat. He didn't have a gag reflex at all. My legs were shaking at this point, and I was moaning and groaning as I jam my whole 7 inch dick into his throat, until I could feel my load getting ready to shoot. I tightened my legs around Mehdi's round body and told him that I'm really close... He didn't say a word, and filmy grabbed the back of my thighs under my butt cheeks, and pulled me towards his face. His strong manly hands keeping my hips in place while my cock is sliding in and out of his wet mouth. I lower my arms down and grab his shoulders as he continues to slurp my cock, I yelled out ''Aahhhhh take it... I'm cumming!!!" as my cock was pumping a hot load deep into his throat! I then moved one hand to the back of his head and pushed him even deeper into my crotch. He was under my gown the whole time, not completely as it was folded behind his head. My legs weakened and I almost collapsed on top of him. Then I lifted the fabric up and grabbed his bald head with both hands. I was left speechless when Mehdi opened his mouth wider and took my balls in with my softening cock! I muttered "Uhhh oh slowly please" and he chuckled and messaged my butt with his hands, as to milk every drop of cum left in me. We stayed in that position for a good minute or two. Then I looked down expecting another order from him. I didn't know if he wanted to nut or not, and I was exhausted. "You taste wonderful Sami" He said as he looked up at me. "Man! you are great at this" I replied Mehdi then smiled, got up and walked to the bathroom to wash his face, and I followed him. To be continued...