Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2014 00:54:59 -0500
From: mohd shofoni <motayam46@hotmail.com>
Subject: gay/college/"Arabs of Montreal" Pt II

Disclaimer: This story is true and all names and locations have been changed. Comments: motayam46@hotmail.com

Several months before my experience with Bil happened, I had a pretty fun
experience (several actually) with a friend called Ramy.

Ramy is the quintessential sweet nice guy, although, very quiet. He joined
our group of friends earlier in the year, he's from Syria, and we always
teased him for fun since he was such an easy target, and he always took it
like a champ. Handsome guy he is, nerdy with glasses, but, a good 5'11 in
height and a very sexy naturally bulky build. However, like most quiet
guys, he wasn't so great with getting girls. Not that he wasn't the only
virgin in the group, but it was often joked that he'd be the last to get
some action. I of course was willing to help him change this.

He and I only had a handful of 1 on 1 hang outs prior, with just talking
and getting to know each other on that level. He claimed he was homophobic
before he met me, which, is what all the Arab guys say. I think they like
to say that they're homophobic just because society tells them to, but
really when they meet an actual gay person there has typically never, in my
experience, been any hostility, just pure curiosity. Like all the rest, he
would ask the most generic questions... "so you really don't get turned on
by women?" "what is it about guys that you like?" "so are you the one who
fucks or...?" And my all time favourite "I'm just wondering, hehe, what do
you think of me?" Now, not all of them I've landed into taking their pants
off, but Ramy, was in his 20s, a virgin in every sense, and he admitted he
was so horny once he thought of getting a druggie hooker to give him his
first blowjob.

So after giving me that revelation, I took my queue and told him not to
waste his money on such a high risk situation.  Naturally, I told him in a
very nonchalant way, "You know, if you really just wanna break the seal
here, I'll give you epic head. We don't need to kiss or anything like that,
if you just wanna know the feeling for the sake of finally feeling it, I'll
help you out." Of course at this point he is laughing his ass off but in a
very intimidated and nervous way. I told him "you don't have to do shit
except lay back and enjoy. You don't have to do this if you don't want to,
but I like what I do, and I think you will like it. Offer is on the table."

He then replies "I don't know, like I've heard of guys doing this desperate
shit in Saudi etc. the thought crossed my mind a few times, but I don't
think I would get hard... you know, from a guy." So I took the opportunity
to challenge him and say "well, you could try it if you want, if you don't
get hard we don't need to continue, but hey at least you'll finally
understand what the sensation of having a warm mouth on your cock feels
like." He laughed some more and said he'll think about it, definitely not
tonight.

Well, the next day, during the evening he texts me saying "Ok I think I
wanna try it, but it will have to be at your place."  (one of our other
friends was his room mate at the time, and I lived alone.) I texted back
"sure boo, class finishes at 8 for me, you wanna pass around 9? He replied
back with such a nervous tone "ok kool lol."

So I get home after class, took a shower, did a little "cleansing" for
those unexpected moments. He came in around 9:30, the air was a little
awkward when he walked in, we just both burst out laughing when we greeted
each other at the door. He sat down, we did the usual small talk, topics
completely deviating from the fun fuckery we were about to do . He rolled a
joint, I barely smoked and he was asking why, and I explained,
automatically addressing the elephant in the room, that I don't like having
a cotton mouth while giving head (HATE IT!). And again, he starts nervously
laughing, he looks shakey, because we have finally acknowledged what's
about to go down here. So I ask him very kindly because I don't want
pressure on anyone, "you still want to do this? It's ok if you don't, but
I'm just reminding you, it's all harmless fun and purely for your
enjoyment, don't be nervous, this doesn't hurt. It's all up to you though."
He just had a smile on his face while staring at the floor and was silent
for a couple of seconds, and then he finally said, after some moments of
thick silence, in a very whispery still hesitant tone "yeah... okay... I
mean I'm really fucking dying to know what this feels like." So I got off
my seat and knelt between his knees, and he started giggling
uncontrollably.

Before I even touched him he said "I don't know like it's soft right now, I
kinda don't want you to see it soft." Poor thing, he really was insecure
about himself. I told him "Well I'm gonna help you get hard before I pull
it out... can I take your shirt off?" Again nervously laughing, I help him
take his shirt off. I'd only seen him shirtless in a few pictures, they
weren't so flattering those pictures, but seeing his body in the flesh I
was impressed and excited. His chest and arms and shoulders and stomach was
so delicious looking, the right amount of muscle with a small layer of
fatty flesh over it, and hairy in all of the right places.

I knew he had a sense of humour, and I knew he would get a kick out of it
if I started sucking his nipples. So I leaned into his left nipple and
started licking around it, he was giggling until I latched on and started
sucking it. All he could muster at this point was a "whoa... Oh that's
nice." No more giggling or tension, I took my tongue on a tour from the
sides of his neck, all over his sexy chest, those nipples, his stomach,
navel, I was happy to see that he was in heaven with his head resting
against the couch with his eyes closed and mouth only slightly open, his
breathing was relaxed but I can feel his heart beating in anticipation. I
was teasing him, I deliberately kept my hands away from his crotch,
instead, I was caressing his thighs over his jeans, on top and in the
middle close to his crotch, going in circles with my hands, while licking
him all over his body. I was in heaven, and so was he.

While still tonguing his navel, I began unbuckling his belt and
unbuttoning, and then unzipping, his energy was telling me he felt ready
for it, and I was going for it. I pulled his jeans down, leaving his boxers
in place. His face looked partially nervous yet partially giving off the
message "fuck yeah, it's about time." I put my mouth on his dick over the
boxers, feeling with my mouth that he was semi-hard, which was about to
change for the harder. He started breathing heavily, probably high fiving
angels in his mind that there is actually a mouth on his dick right now,
even if there was fabric separating us. His dick I realized, was not really
a dick, he was being modest, he has a fucking COCK! I couldn't spare my
patience anymore, so I pulled his cock out, looked at it, all I could think
was "GORGEOUS!" Perfect girth, perfect length, perfect texture, perfect
head. I looked him in the face and said "this is BEAUTIFUL! Do you realize
that?" I could see a shimmer of his ego being stroked in his eyes, it's
like he waited his whole life to hear this, and he said "you think so?
Yeah, I mean, I never knew if it was good enough, but I always thought it
doesn't look that bad." I chuckled then said "you ready?" He shook his head
with a smirk. And I did my usual. I didn't go straight for the cock, I
pulled those boxers off and went for the balls, tease him a little more so
that cock can go a full 100% hard. As my mouth went there he let out the
hottest moan, he has a very deep bass voice, I felt it radiate throughout
the room. My man was enjoying it. I licked him all the way up his shaft and
began swirling my tongue around the head. He was hard as fuck. I finally,
after a lifetime of waiting for him, slid it all the way down my mouth into
my throat. He was moaning more and more as I started bobbing up and down, I
was getting carried away and started slobbering on that cock, it was
delicious, definitely my top 3 cocks of my life. Within 3 minutes after
starting to suck it, he was already warning me "oh fuck, I think...
yeah... I'm gonna cum... I'm getting... Oh wait... aaah... I'm gonna cum."
I don't know if he was expecting me to move my mouth off... because there
was no fucking way I was gonna do that. I hear him choke up for a second,
and there we go, the first rope was in my mouth, then the second, as the
third was cumming he stopped choking and let it out, pure moaning so hard
like he was about to die, pressing his clenched fists into his face, his
veins popping in his neck, and I am swallowing every bit of it. He kept
moaning and moaning putting his hands on my head because the feeling was so
intense, like a part of him wanted to force me off but also wanted to feel
it all, he was restraining himself. I wasn't moving my head if my life
depended on it, I was gonna receive it all until it was clean and soft
again. I just kept sucking and sucking and cleaning it, and he started
giggling again in joy, speechless, all he can articulate at this point was
a "whoa... whoa..."  I didn't move until it was going back to it's original
state.

I looked up at him and was like "I mean come on... you loved it didn't you?
Haha." He could barely look at me, he was just laughing so loud and said "I
mean, I don't have anything to compare it to, but that was sooooooo fucking
good. A cigarette... please!"

I wasn't done with Ramy, and neither was he.

To be continued.