Date: Tue, 19 Apr 2016 19:22:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Majid Part VIII

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Majid Part VIII

By Simon Peter


It was graduation Day. Majid was elated. He ended up with an honors average
and he knew that his dad and two brothers were going to be so proud of
him. His current boyfriend, Ameen, was also graduating today. In
celebration of this big event, Majid and Ameen had had their most intense
fuck session the night before.

The two young men had been together during the whole senior year. They met
in the college library at the beginning of the fall semester, and the
chemistry between them was electrifying right from the first glance.

By then, Majid's experiences had given him some strong insight into
identifying guys interested in other guys. He could tell from the way a guy
dressed; if not always too tastefully, the clothes were invariably
carefully chosen, in fashion, with matching colors and all. Even when
dressed casually, a gay guy took care of all the details of tasteful dress.

Also, what gave Majid an inkling of a guy's sexual preferences was usually
the eyes. Majid considered the eyes as a door to a person's inner self. He
had learned this in one of his psychology courses during his sophomore
year, and since then he paid particular attention to the eyes: the
intensity of the gaze, the flitting of the look down your body, the change
of expression as the eyes latched onto your crotch.

Ameen showed all of those signs, and it didn't take too long for the two
guys to connect. Ameen's jeans and striped polo shirt matched the colors of
his sneakers and short socks. His gaze was more than just a passing
interest, but rather more of a willing to get closer, to know more. When
Majid walked over to the front desk, he could tell that Ameen was watching
his moves. Yes, Ameen was definitely a possibility to explore. Besides,
Ameen looked quite hot: slim, short-cut black hair, and, most importantly,
interested.

Majid had waited for Ameen to pick up his stuff and leave the library and
he hurried behind him until he caught up with him at the bottom of the
stairs.

"It's always nice to spend time in the library," Majid started, without any
introduction. "I love books."

Ameen smiled, flitted his glance for a fraction of a second onto Majid's
crotch, and then gazed into the eyes. "I love books, too," he
countered. "Among other things," he continued, his smile widening, another
fleeting glance at the crotch.

Majid's heart raced. The two glances down his body did not go unnoticed. He
knew he had Ameen.

 The first night which Majid had spent at Ameen's small studio-apartment
just off campus was also quite intense but not as intense as last
night. Then, the two boys had been sort of strangers, not yet aware of each
other's likes and dislikes, potentialities, attitudes. They were
discovering each other, setting boundaries.

This had been very erotic for Majid, discovering another person. But erotic
didn't mean fucking.

Ameen couldn't swallow the whole length of Majid's 20-centimeter (8 inches)
dick. The blow job during that first night had ended in coughing and
slobbering, a bit disappointing for both of them. As a reward for Ameen's
efforts, Majid had stroked his cock on top of Ameen and shot his load on
Ameen's face and chest. This was not as satisfying as ejaculating inside a
tight hole.

The two guys hadn't attempted any anal sex that night either, what with
Majid's monster cock looking so big and threatening. The session had been
strictly oral, with a lot of romancing and touching and kissing and sucking
cock. Ameen kept stroking Majid's tool, not getting enough of it. He had
admired the thick shaft, the cut mushroom head, the hanging, fuzzy balls,
the thick pubes encircling the base of Majid's manhood. Majid had loved all
these ministrations, but he was hoping for more. He was hoping that at some
time, soon, his dick would be probing his new friend's throat, would be
stretching his friend's man fuck hole, would be penetrating his friend's
delicious young body.

Last night, however, after being together for more than seven months, they
knew exactly what buttons to press, when to go further and when to hold
back, what position to take, how long to remain in a certain position,
doing a certain act, Ameen's ass now eagerly welcoming Majid's huge
cock. They knew exactly how to please each other to the maximum.

Majid sighed as he stared at the back of Ameen's head, seated two rows in
front of him, and his dick quivered with lust for his lover. He loved
Ameen's stuck out ears, and inside his head he remembered how Ameen would
tremble all over when Majid lay on top of him, his hard dick pressing at
the hole, and his teeth biting lightly on those protruding ears. Ameen
would open up and Majid would penetrate, licking and nibbling on those hot
ears. Actually, one night, Majid begged Ameen to let him fuck his
ear. Ameen thought that it was weird, kinky, and Majid had to explain how
erotic those protruding ears were. He cummed hard, all over Ameen's right
ear, the exposed side of his face and his hair. Rubbing his dripping cock
head round and round the lobe, feeling the after-ejaculation sensations
ripple throughout his body, he wondered at this strange fetish that he had
developed.

Majid shook his head to clear his thoughts. Now was not the time to think
erotically. His enthusiasm should focus on walking up to the platform and
receiving his degree with the mention of his honors.

He would look out to where his family was seated and wave. Would he dare
blow a kiss to Ameen? He smiled inwardly at the thought. His dad and
younger brother, Jad, already knew that he was gay and that he had a
boyfriend. They hadn't met Ameen yet, but he was decided to introduce his
lover to them after the ceremony ended.

The graduation speaker was droning on and on, a local politician who,
according to Majid, didn't know his ass from his elbow. His eyes drifted
back to Ameen's neck. How erotic it was for him to fuck Ameen in his
favorite position, with his lover under him and his whole body lying flat
on top of his lover's back, glued, his hips thrusting into the tight warm
hole, his mouth working on the neck and the ears, occasionally turning his
lover's head sideways to get at his lips.

Oh, boy! Now he was fully erected, and although the graduation gown hid his
crotch, there certainly was a bulge showing under the black material. He
was wearing boxer undies and sweat pants under the gown, refusing to follow
instructions that he should wear more formal dress. What was the use?

he had thought. The gown covered the clothes. He wanted to be
comfortable. But now he regretted his choice of clothing. He should have
worn tight briefs and loose blue jeans. The tight briefs would press his
dick onto his belly and the loose jeans would hide the bulge. But he hadn't
thought that he was going to be sexually aroused, his monster cock hard and
throbbing, during the ceremony.

He placed both hands on his crotch and pressed down on his hard cock,
willing it to soften a bit. He felt the throbbing, and he grew harder. Last
night he fucked Ameen four times, not counting the blow jobs he received,
and his dick was a bit sore. This added to the hardness he was now pressing
down on. The soreness reminded of him of the various positions he took his
lover and the insatiability of their love making. Looking down at his
crotch, Majid noticed that his bulge showed, even while sitting down. It
will surely be more visible when he stood. Damn and fuck!  He jumped with
alarm when he heard Ameen's name. Shit! The speaker had finished his
torturous speech, and now the dean was deferring the diplomas to the
graduates. He watched Ameen stand up and walk up onto the platform to
receive his degree. Majid loved Ameen's physique, lean and tall.

Naked, Ameen had sparse body hair but a lovely hairy crack that Majid would
eat and kiss and lick and probe before he fucked.

Damn it! Stop these thoughts right now, Majid ordered himself as he felt
his wayward cock erect even harder. It would be his turn very soon. How
would he hide his erection? Ameen looked so delicious.

He could jump up, tear both of their gowns off, push him over the podium,
pull his pants down, and fuck the hell out of his ass in front of the
hundreds of people, including his family.

No matter what he did, he couldn't stop fantasizing about his lover. His
heart raced as the names were called and his turn was getting dangerously
closer, but his dick totally and categorically refused to go soft.

Finally, his name: Majid.

He stood up on weak legs, turned sideways to get out of the row of chairs
and noticed the grin on the face of the guy sitting next to him as he
glanced at the bulging crotch. Fuck me! Majid was going to be the laughing
stock of everyone. They would call this ceremony: Majid's Erection
Graduation. Damn it to hell! Why couldn't he gain control over his cock?
With trembling legs and a racing heart, he made it to the aisle and walked
up to the podium, self conscious of his bulging front, trying his best to
move his hands in such a way to hide it. Unsuccessfully.

Muttering his thanks, his eyes lowered to the ground in embarrassment,
Majid grabbed his degree and shakingly walked back to his seat.

"Do you really have an erection, bro?" the guy whispered in Majid's ear
when he returned, with a smirk on his face, and a wide grin.

Majid wanted to punch the guy's face in. Forcefully, he grabbed the guys'
hand and put it on his crotch.

"What do you think, bro?" he hissed, anger sparkling out of his eyes, body
shaking with embarrassment, pressing the guy's hand on his hard, huge dick.

The guy felt the erected cock and immediately withdrew his hand.

"Hey, man," he whispered as he snatched away his hand from Majid's
crotch. "I didn't mean anything.

I just noticed."

"Yeah?" Majid said in a quivering low but intense voice. "You notice guys'
cock erections, huh? Wanna get fucked by this cock erection after we leave?
Wanna bend over and take it up your ass?"

Majid knew that he was being an asshole. He started to regret his
outburst. After all, he did have an erection, and the bulge did show, and
that was not something normal that happened to every other guy during a
graduation ceremony, was it?

"I'm sorry, man," he immediately apologized, taking a deep breath. His
erection started to recede, much to his relief. "It's just that sometimes I
have no control over my dick and I am fully excited about graduating, and I
keep having all kinds of thoughts..." He heard himself fizz out, not daring
to consider that the real reason was his recent fuck session with Ameen,
that his lover's ears two rows in front of them made him erect so hard.

Majid almost slapped Ameen in the face after the ceremony ended and they
broke off to gather around congratulating each other. Ameen greeted him
with a stupid but knowing grin: "Did you really have an erection?" he asked
Majid, smirking. Fuck! Was everybody going to ask him the same question?
Did everyone notice his embarrassing excitement?

He decided that it was not worth it to get angry. "Baby, he whispered, "I
was thinking of your ass... and your fucking ears."

Ameen snickered, knowing the sexual potency of his lover. "I love it when
you talk so romantically, baby," he teased.

Again, Majid wanted to slap, but not the face now, rather the hot butt
cheeks. He knew that their next meeting in Ameen's apartment later that day
would definitely include some butt slapping. Ameen would develop one
fucked, hot red butt for a graduation present.

He saw his dad and two brothers walk over to greet them. There were hugs
and kisses and congratulations all around. Jad, his gay younger brother,
pulled him away a few steps and whispered in his ear: "Did you have an
erection going up to receive your degree, bro?"

Majid almost died. He glared at his brother. But then he remembered that it
wasn't these guys' fault, the guy sitting next to him, Ameen, Jad. It was
his DICK!  "Was it so noticeable?" he whispered, afraid to hear the answer.

"Not so much. Most everyone was looking at faces not crotches, brother,"
Jad winked. "Except me,"

he added.

Majid sighed with relief. The two brothers went back to the group and Majid
heard Ameen holding a conversation with his dad and older brother.

"So you young men are ready to take on the world," his dad joked. But
behind the joking tone, Majid was certain that his dad knew that he was
fucking Ameen. His older brother had no idea. Jad, his younger brother, was
sharp enough, being aware of Majid's homosexual tendencies, to grasp the
fact that the two graduates were lovers.

His family had to drive back home and couldn't stay for dinner. Majid and
Ameen decided on a special dinner in Ameen's apartment. Majid was hungry
for food, but he was much hungrier for ass. And he got one hot one right
there with him. The erection returned and Majid sighed.

Ameen snickered: "Thinking about my ass again?"

"Man," Majid responded immediately, "I'm so going to fuck you that you will
be walking with open legs and a sore hole for years to come!"

The two young men lay side by side, their heavy breathing starting to
settle, their naked bodies covered with cum and sweat, Majid's arm under
Ameen's neck, lost in thought. The dinner meal was fast, but the sex was
long and intense.

"Ok, baby," Ameen sighed and turned sideways, his head still resting on his
lover's arm, smelling the sweet-salty odor of the exposed armpit. "Now
what?"

"What what?" Majid turned to face his boyfriend. He leaned and kissed his
lips, their bodies automatically moving toward each other, feeling the heat
and the sweat of each other.

"Us."

"What about us?"

"Majid, tomorrow I'm heading back home. So are you."

"Yea."

"So what will happen to us?"

Majid reflected. True. The two lovers were going their separate ways. He
hadn't thought about that before. But now it was a reality. Was he ready to
break with Ameen? He loved this guy. There was more than just passion
between them, much more than fucking.

"Man, I don't know," Majid whispered lamely, licking one of his buddy's
ears.

"What the fuck do you mean you don't know?" Ameen pulled away and sat on
the edge of the bed, the top of his hairy crack looking so inviting, so
erotic.

"I just don't know. What do you want, Ameen?"

Ameen picked up the striped bottom pajamas pants and pull it up. Majid took
in a breath at Ameen looking even sexier with the pajamas on. He wanted to
fuck him in his pajamas, he looked so sexy.

"Move back home with me, baby," Ameen turned around, leaned on one elbow,
and kissed Majid's lips. "I love you," he moaned.

Majid couldn't think clearly. Move in with Ameen? Leave his family? And
then what? This was a huge commitment. Was he ready for that? Being love
mates in college was totally different. Now he was being asked to commit to
a long relationship. And ending in what? Marriage? He snickered silently to
himself. No. He didn't think it was going to work that way.

"I love you too, A," he said, sighing. "But I can't just pick up and leave
my family and my home."

"Why not? We can start a home, you and me," Ameen pouted.

Majid pulled Ameen towards him, held him by the hair, and kissed him
violently, feeling Ameen's dick through the pajamas. His erection was back
and he wanted to fuck again. Ameen pulled away, slapping Majid's hand off
his head.

"Fucking is not going to solve the situation. Please, baby, come home with
me. I love you. I can't see myself living without you by my side. I can't
think about spending empty nights alone, not having your manhood inside me,
not making love to me, not fucking me." With teary eyes, Ameen lovingly
stroked Majid's big, elongating cock.

Majid got out of bed, his cock pointing straight upwards, revealing his
hairy balls, reaching almost to his navel. Not any more, he thought to
himself. This was a time in his life when his future was not going to be
dictated by his dick. Ignoring his erection, he pulled on his tight boxers,
pressing his cock onto his belly, then his jeans, then his shirt, buttoning
up.

"Listen, Ameen. I don't want you to get me wrong," he said seriously,
trying to be as gentle as possible. "I can't see any gay relationship
evolving into a love commitment. You have to understand. In college, it has
been different. We have been able to hide our relationship from others. But
out there?

We would be eaten alive. No community would accept us as lovers, as a
couple."

There was no response. Majid looked at Ameen's face and saw the tears
oozing out onto his cheeks.

His heart ached. But he had no other options but for the both of them to
each go on his separate way.

Ameen nodded his head. "I knew it," he sobbed, not trying to hide the
tears. "And you are fucking right. You are always fucking right, you
bastard. I love you so much. But you are fucking fucking right."

Ameen slumped on his belly on the bed, heaving and sobbing. His firm,
bubble butt stretching the pajamas pants.

On the spur of the moment, and in a flash, Majid's jeans and boxers were
around his ankle, and he was right on top of Ameen, pulling down the
pajamas band, and penetrating his ass with his hard rod, roughly. The way
he pounded was merciless. This was the first time he fucked his lover this
way. He always realized how big his cock was and was always careful not
inflict unnecessary pain. But now it wasn't just fucking. It was all mixed
with frustration, anger, and lust. He pounded deep, making Ameen scream
with the surprise of this hard fuck. When he shot his load, his own screams
were even louder, filling Ameen with a pouring of his balls' juice along
with his frustration and anger at having to separate, the inability to do
anything about it.

The boys separated, Majid's cock slipping out of Ameen's body. There
weren't tears anymore. Just two friends saying goodbye for the summer
break.

They promised to stay in touch. They promised to visit each other. They
promised to fuck. But they both knew that these were only promises.

Promises in the wind.