Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2016 15:29:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Majid Part 1

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.

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Simon

Note: I normally don't like stories divided into parts. When I started with
Majid, I had no idea that the story would grow like it did. I had to divide
it into parts because I couldn't let go of Majid. Now it's in11 parts and I
really cannot tell whether you will stick with it, give up, or desire for
more. Your comments will help me decide.

Simon


Majid Part I

By Simon Peter


Majid was gay. But Majid had never had sex with another guy.

He had just turned 18 and had started his senior high school year. The
thing about Majid was that he kept to himself mostly. Since his mother died
when he was born, he had been living with his dad and his two older
brothers and he had made sure that he kept his life and interests very
private. His dad was not the most congenial person in the world. He was a
construction project manager who had gotten there through sheer hard work
and strong character rather than college education. Majid's two older
brothers also had decided against college and are working with their
father. None of his all-male family members had gone to college and Majid
guessed that he was not expected to do so either. He didn't much care for
college anyway, but he had applied just so that he could be away from home.

Luckily for Majid, he had his own bedroom to himself. He would spend hours
surfing the net and looking at pictures of nude men. He made sure to clear
all traces of the websites all the time, just in case. He dreaded the idea
of his two butch brothers finding about his gay tendencies. As he stared at
the images on his laptop screen, he would imagine himself sucking on those
hard dicks and would end up masturbating, his imagination going rampant.

At school, his only friend was Fareed, who also lived next door. He enjoyed
Fareed's company mostly because he embodied what Majid wished his boyfriend
to be. Unlike Majid, who was smaller than average in all aspects-height,
weight, muscles-Fareed was a "hunk." Except for his dick size, Majid was a
smallish, nerdy boy. Fareed was popular with the girls at school and would
almost always be chatting up one or the other. Majid hated seeing his
friend with one arm around a hot girl's waist, seemingly having the time of
his life. On these occasions, Majid would just mope away, cursing his life,
rushing to his laptop and the nude men, pulling on his large dick, teasing,
edging, until he erupted in hot long streams of boy juice.

It took him enormous willpower to refrain from coming out to his friend,
Fareed, and drag him to bed. His timidity had always stopped him from any
kind of attempt. Most days, especially warm days, Fareed would come over in
cut-off shorts and tight I-shirt and lounge in Majid's room. That drove
Majid wild. Fareed had a killer man body for a boy of 18. Majid had seen
his brothers naked quite often, but they did not turn him on the way Fareed
did. He would surreptitiously glance at his friend's bulging crotch and
wonder about the shape, the size, the taste of his buddy's tool. He ached
and ached.

It was a Sunday afternoon. His dad and brothers were downstairs in the den
watching a football game when Fareed came over. As usual, he was wearing a
pair of running shorts and a half- sleeved shirt, the top two buttons open,
revealing his patch of chest hair. In the running shorts, his bulge was
invitingly visible. Majid inwardly heaved and longed for his friend. He had
been looking at nude men on his laptop when Fareed barged into the room,
and he had quickly put up the page on which he had been working his English
assignment earlier.

"Hey, M," Fareed greeted him with enthusiasm. "What's up?"

"Nothing much Freddy," Majid shook a little at how close Fareed came to
seeing what he had on his laptop. Fareed bent over his shoulder looking at
the screen. Majid could feel the heat of his friend's body so close to him
and his already erected dick quivered with lust inside his jeans.

"Don't tell me that on such a beautiful Sunday afternoon you are working on
an assignment."

As Majid looked around at his friend, mesmerized by the glance into the
open shirt, the revealed nipples, Fareed reached over and hit the Internet
tab. A full image of a naked man with a huge hard-on sprang into
view. Shocked, Majid froze. He barely realized the sound of inhaled breath
coming out of his friend's mouth as the picture materialized in front of
them.

Fareed hit the back button and further pictures of erected naked men
fleeted across the screen.

"Fuck!" Fareed hissed. "What the fuck, M?"

Majid couldn't utter a word. He felt his heart had stopped beating. His
gaze shifted toward the floor although in his mind he could picture every
detail in the photos Fareed was looking at.

"M?" Fareed repeated. "What's this on your laptop? Pictures of fucking
naked men? You like naked men, M?"

Still Majid was motionless. The proximity of Fareed's body, the heat
emanating from it, made him wild as well as frightened. What was he
supposed to answer? Yes. He fucking loved looking at fucking naked men. So
fucking what? Majid seethed with trepidation turning to anger.

He looked up to meet his friend's gaze. Fareed had both hands on his hips
waiting for him to respond.

"There's nothing wrong with looking at photos," he mumbled, a bit lamely,
he thought.

"Of naked men with hard dicks?" Fareed insisted.

Majid kept his gaze. He didn't know where he was able to find the
courage. But still he was embarrassed, wishing that the earth would split
open and swallow him.

"Oh, man," Fareed scratched his head. "Man, bro, you're a fruit, aren't
you."

"Fuck you, too, Freddy," Majid heard himself saying, the anger building.

Fareed laughed. "So you like naked men, huh? Have you imagined seeing me
naked, M?"

Majid nodded his head, still gazing at his friend, who now, he was certain,
was not going to be his friend anymore. He wondered what Fareed would do
next. Would he run down to his dad and brothers and spill the beans? Shit,
and shit, and double fucking shit!

However, slowly, ever so slowly, Fareed unbuttoned his shirt. "Do you like
this, M?" He stood with his naked torso revealed, with the patch of hair in
the middle of his chest, the pronounced abs, and the trail down south, just
barely away from Majid's face. Majid took in a deep breath.

"Any of the men you look at on the net beat this?" Fareed rubbed his chest,
fondling his nipples, tracing down the trail to the waist of his shorts.

"Please, Freddy," Majid begged, finding his shaky voice with
difficulty. "Can we forget about this? It's not a big deal. We're friends."

Fareed, ignoring Majid's pleading, pulled down on the waist of his shorts
to show the beginning of thick, black pubic hair. "Shall I continue, M? Do
you want to see more of me? This is real flesh here, buddy, not a picture
off the internet."  Majid knew that his friend was teasing. The attitude of
macho, straight guys towards homosexuals was well known.

"Freddy, come on, man," Majid was close to tears but he couldn't take his
eyes off the beautiful male torso of his friend. He started to get his
erection back and cursed himself for being the way he was. He couldn't
ignore his feelings and his preferences and now all those were focused on
the hot specimen in front of him.

To Majid's surprise, Fareed proceeded to pull down his shorts all the way,
arching his back, showing a semi-erect, cut dick covering his balls. Majid
inhaled audibly, the beautiful man cock in the flesh at his reach. This was
not a photo on the screen: Fareed was right. This was real.

"Well? Do I beat the men on your screen? Want to touch it?" Fareed seemed
to tease some more.

Majid reached out and tentatively held Fareed's tool in his palm. The
shivers from the touch electrified his body. God, it felt so good. His
feelings of embarrassment and shame receded as Fareed's cock hardened in
his palm. He felt the throbbing, the shaft getting harder. He jerked off
almost every day, some days two or three times, but his dick had never felt
the same. For one, Fareed's cock was not as big as his own, even now that
it was fully erect. But he felt the silky mushroom head pulsating against
his the skin of his palm as he bravely wrapped his fingers around it. He
kept his grip on his friend's shaft, making sure every fraction of a second
was imprinted in his mind. His heart was racing.

He looked up at Fareed's face, still palming the erect dick. His friend had
a kind of a smirk on his face as he started to slowly pump Majid's
hand. "Pretty awesome, M, huh? Work it. Work my cock."

It felt awesome, but it also felt embarrassing. What was he doing jerking
on a guy's cock? And not any guy. This was his friend, Freddy. His
attention returned to the hard rod in his hand.

Without daring to look at Fareed's face, he watched his hand move up and
down the shaft, which was not too long-perhaps just over 15 to 16
centimeters-but thick in the middle. He felt his erection straining at his
pants.

"This is nice, M," Fareed's breathing was becoming faster, heavier. "Have
you ever done this to another guy?"

Majid shook his head.

"Come on, M, tell me. I won't tell anyone. Who did you do? Some guy I
know?"

Again Majid shook his head.

Fareed reached and placed his hand on Majid's head. "And you have never
tasted one either, huh?"

The shaking of the head. Majid knew that he was being grilled, and he
should have gotten upset with that, but the hard cock in his hand made him
lose all sort of emotions other than the emotion of palming a real, hard
cock.

"How about giving it a try?" Fareed continued. "You know you want to, and
my cock is right here for you. It's real and it's hard. Go ahead. Lick the
tip. Just the tip." He nudged Majid's head toward his crotch, arching his
back more.

Shakily, not letting go of the hard dick shaft, Majid touched the head with
his lips. The electricity he had felt coursing through his body when he
first wrapped his hand around the cock was mild in comparison with what he
felt when his lips touched the silky head. Still stroking the shaft, he
licked the head tentatively, his whole body shivering.

"Oh, yea, fuck, yea," Fareed was breathing hard. He tried to push his cock
into Majid's mouth.

"Suck it, M, you hot fuck, suck my fucking cock."

As soon as Majid opened his lips and wrapped them around the cock head,
Fareed pushed hard driving the shaft into Majid's mouth. It was only
Majid's hand around the base that stopped the shaft from penetrating his
throat. He gagged and coughed on the invading cock and tried to pull away,
but Fareed's hands on the back of his head pushed it into his groin,
forcing himself inside.

As Fareed pushed in, Majid felt his throat blocked and his nose was filled
with snot. He couldn't breathe. Tears were streaming down his face cheeks
as Fareed pumped into his mouth. He tried his best to relax and suck, but
all he could do was slobber, gag, and cough. It didn't take long for him to
feel Fareed's cock thicken and jerk and he felt the stream of hot semen
fill his mouth. He wasn't able to swallow. He felt some of the cum ooze out
of his nose as Fareed squirted down his throat. Fareed's moans were so loud
as he dumped his load that Majid was scared his dad or his brothers might
hear.

Finally, Fareed released his grip on the back of Majid's head and pulled
his dick out. Majid was barely able to breathe, slobbering and spitting the
rest of the man juice out of his mouth onto the floor, but tasting the
saltiness and slickness of semen for the first time.

"Fuck! Fuck, M, you fucking sucked me off! Cocksucker! Fuck! Cock sucking
homo." He slapped his wet softening cock at Majid's face. "You will suck my
cock whenever I tell you to, M, you fucking homo."

Majid couldn't believe his ears. Never had Freddy, his friend, been so
abusive. He looked up with tears swelling in his eyes, now with hurt rather
than with gagging. How could Freddy treat him so badly?

He stood up to confront his now-not-so-sure friend, standing totally naked,
his cock getting limp and dripping cum and spit on the floor. Fareed was
bigger, taller, more muscled, but Majid suddenly overcame his timidity.

"Freddy," he managed to say, swallowing salty cum, trying hard not to
choke. "Yes, I sucked you off. Yes, you are a hunk. Yes, I have fantasized
about seeing you naked and touching you and even sucking your dick. But,
Freddy, I have never imagined that you'd treat me this way, that you are
such a shit. You know what? Now that you are aware of the kind of sex I
like, you would have enjoyed it much more if you had given me half a chance
instead of calling me names and forcing yourself on me."

Majid was totally out of breath. That was a shockingly long speech right
after being mouth- raped. Fareed's eyes went wide as he froze, still naked
but now more exposed than bragging, his shorts around his ankles. "B..but
you sucked my dick!" he said lamely.

"No, Freddy, you raped my face!" Majid challenged.

"Fuck this!" Pulling up his shorts and retrieving his shirt, Fareed dressed
and walked to the door, with Majid all the while watching. He could still
feel semen drying on his chin, but he didn't move to wipe it off. He felt
angry, ashamed but angry. He never asked to be born like this.

Freddy had no right. On another level, the experience had left him
extremely excited. His erection raged.

 As soon as Fareed, shut the door behind him, Majid rushed to the bathroom
and masturbated, intense and hard, with vengeance. His dick felt huge
compared to Fareed's, and he shot streams of semen into the toilet
bowl. When he finished dripping, he bent over the toilet seat and heaved,
throwing up.

For a few days, he managed to avoid meeting his friend. He didn't know how
to act if they did meet. Or what Fareed's attitude would be. It was not
until the following Saturday afternoon that they bumped into each other
outside his front porch.

"Hey, buddy," Fareed said amiably. Buddy? I am not a cocksucker anymore?
BUDDY?

"Hey," he responded icily and moved around Fareed to get to the house.

"Listen, M," Fareed said following him. "Hold up for a minute, bro."

"What?" Majid said, anger beginning to swell as he looked at who was
supposed to be his friend. He was astonished to still find himself
marveling at Fareed's hot body, and the memory of touching this guy's dick
and feeling it erect in his palm jumped into his head vividly although he
had been trying to push it away all week. He weakened and cursed
himself. "What, Freddy?"

he added a bit more gently.

"M, bro, about the other day? Man, I'm sorry. I was a bitch. Can we forget
about it? I miss our friendship."

"You mean to say that you miss the friendship of a cock-sucking homo?"
Majid couldn't but make this stab although the look on his face had lost
some of its anger.

"Man, I said I was sorry. What do you want? For me to suck your dick?"

"That's good for starters." They both laughed. The ice was broken.

Fareed followed Majid to his room. What followed was raw man sex but, this
time, mixed with mutual gentleness and respect. It turned out that Fareed
had similar feelings towards men as well as towards Majid. When he laid his
eyes on Majid's dick, Fareed's eyes bulged.

"Oh, fuck, that's a horse dick, M. Shit, man! I never realized that you are
packing such a huge tool." That afternoon was restricted to oral blow jobs,
with Fareed never letting go of his friend's monster cock, slobbering and
trying to swallow the long shaft through the gagging and coughing. It
seemed that he couldn't get enough of this much-bigger-than-average cock.

Each boy blew a few loads.

In the future it would be Majid breaking Fareed's macho virgin ass with his
monstrous, rock-hard, insisting dick.

But that's another story.