Majid

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 had shown all of those signs, and it didn’t take too long for the two guys to connect. Ameen’s jeans and striped polo shirt had matched the colors of his sneakers and short socks. His gaze had been more than just a passing interest, but rather more of a resolve to get closer, to know more. When Majid had walked over to the front desk, he could tell that Ameen was watching his moves. Yes, Ameen had been definitely a possibility to explore. Besides, Ameen had 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’d 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 had started, without any introduction. “I love books.”

Ameen had smiled, had flitted his glance for a fraction of a second down onto Majid’s crotch, and then had gazed back into his eyes.

“I love books, too,” he had countered. “Among other things,” he’d continued, his smile widening, another fleeting glance down at the crotch.

Majid’s heart had raced. The two glances down his body hadn’t gone unnoticed. He’d known that he had Ameen.

 The first night which Majid had spent at Ameen’s small studio-apartment just off campus had also been 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’d been 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 had shot his load on Ameen’s face and chest. This hadn’t been 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 had kept stroking Majid’s tool, not getting enough of it. He’d 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’d known 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’d known 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 on the podium, 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 had begged Ameen to let him fuck his ear. Ameen had thought that it was weird, kinky, and Majid had had to explain how erotic those protruding ears were. He had cummed hard, all over Ameen’s right ear and 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 had 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 corrupted ass from his elbow. His eyes drifted back to Ameen’s neck. How erotic it’d been for him to fuck Ameen in his favorite position, with his lover on his belly 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. Majid loved the sensations of Ameen’s tightened butt muscles as he drove deeper inside him, his crotch pressing on the bubble butts.

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’d fucked Ameen four times, not counting the blow jobs he’d 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’d taken 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 up. 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 over 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, timorously, and turned sideways to get out of the row of chairs. He 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 a boner, 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 deliberately pushed it onto 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 pulled his hand away.

“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, not the face now, but 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 a huge smile all over his face.

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 and available ass 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 pulled 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,” Ameen argued insistently. “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.

“If I were a girl,” Ameen continued chokingly, “you’d have asked me to marry you, wouldn’t you?”

“You’re not a girl,” Majid hissed, removing Ameen’s hand off his cock, “and marriage is not an option, I don’t think.”

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’ve 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 so 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 ankles, 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’d always realized how big his cock was and had always been careful not to 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.