Majid

On his flight back home from Texas, Majid had more than seven hours to himself on the plane. His trip to the US was beyond his expectations. He never thought that he would be so involved sexually during such a short visit. Of course, the fact that his cousin was gay had made things easier.

Judd, the cowboy, was delicious. Majid smiled to himself when he recalled how this macho cowboy had taken cock, both orally and anally. He watched a young male couple holding hands as he waited in the departure lounge at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris where he connected from the States. Ralph, his ex-boyfriend, came back to his mind. How he wished he could be so open with someone he loved, to hold hands and maybe kiss in public like these two men.

But life was not all about reminisces and short visits. So many things had happened before he left to the States and there were issues he had to address when he got back to school.

Ralph, for one. And, his heart aching, Jad. The image of Ralph, his lover, and Jad, his brother, making out on the couch in their home living room would not leave his mind. How could they have done this to him? His relationship with Ralph had been ideal. He even contemplated the idea of falling in love at certain times although he realized that that idea is a bit far-fetched. But his heart had been broken to pieces when he saw his brother and Ralph, smooching away.

It was certain now that his brother, Jad, was gay, just like him. He should not be judgmental, especially about being a homosexual. But Jad was his brother, for heaven’s sake. Deep down in his heart, he forgave his brother, but how was he going to deal with him now that he knew that Jad liked men and that he had flirted with Ralph?

It was fairly easy kicking Ralph out of his life. It hurt, but he was strong and he knew that, at one time or another, their relationship would end. Even if he came across Ralph making out with another guy in the dorms or on campus, it wouldn’t have been so awkward for him because he was the one on the receiving end. He would find other lovers.

But his brother? Shit! How could he handle that? He considered himself more or less experienced in breaking relations. Fareed, his neighbor and first partner, had perhaps been the hardest. But he was totally over him. Jan, the Swede, made him hurt a little, but they were not very serious about each other in the first place. Jameel was a cum-dump, a quick release. Ralph was no more. But Jad? That’s a lifetime relationship; that’s blood. He had never had any sexual inclinations towards any of his two brothers. It hadn’t occurred to him that one of them was as gay as he was. But there it was: Jad was gay, too.

When he got home, his dad and older brother were enthusiastic to hear about his trip. Jad was reserved and tried to avoid being alone with Majid. Majid was at a total loss. Jad was two years older than him, but it was always Majid who took care of the house and its responsibilities since their mother passed away. He felt older than Jad, more mature. Was Jad having sex with anyone here in town? Did his dad know about Jad? His dad had never known about him until he came out and told him more than a year ago. Majid was really lost.

“When are you going back to school, Majid,” Jad tried to make conversation the next morning after Majid came back from the States.

“Tomorrow,” was all that Majid could say, a lump in his throat.

He was hesitant to hold a sustained conversation with Jad for fear of being bitter or judgmental. But he had to know more about his brother. He just had to.

“You hate me, don’t you?” Jad mumbled as he poured coffee, not looking at Majid.

“Hate you? My own brother?” Majid said.

He didn’t want to sound condescending, but at the same time he needed for Jad to realize the hurt he had caused him.

“You know…” Jad hesitated. “Ralph?”

“Ralph doesn’t exist for me anymore, Jad. But you do and always will.”

“Oh, Majid, please forgive me. I was totally out of control. Please.”

Majid fought back tears. He had already forgiven Jad, but he wasn’t going to tell him that. Jad could not get away by stealing other people’s partners, no matter what.

“Answer me this, Jad,” Majid said, trying to keep his voice even. “Who started? Did Ralph make a pass at you?”

Jad was silent for a few moments, and Majid waited, giving him the time.

“It wasn’t a pass. It was spontaneous. When you left for the shop, Ralph and I… we just looked at each other and started kissing. I don’t know how it happened or who started. It just happened. I’m so sorry, bro.”

Tears were streaming down Jad’s cheeks, but he didn’t wipe them away. His eyes were now fixed on Majid’s face, pleading. Majid could see the regret and honesty there and his heart went out to his brother.

He pushed back his chair, rose, and pulled Jad to him into a hug.

“I love you, bro, no matter what you do. You are my brother and I will always be there for you as I know you will be there for me.”

The brothers hugged and cried. Majid’s relief was indescribable. He still wanted to know more about Jad and his gayness. When had he first known? Who was his first lover? Had he had others? Did he have one now? But all of this must be postponed. Now was not the time. One day he would have a real heart-to-heart chat with Jad.

Back in the dorms, Majid sat on the side of his bed, smelling Ahmad’s stink all over the room. Why did Ahmad have to so sloppy, so filthy? Why couldn’t he be like Ralph? Oh, fuck Ralph! Fuck Ralph and fuck his cleanliness! Majid smiled when he recalled that he did fuck Ralph.

He had a class in five minutes, so he forced himself out of his reveries and rushed to class. This was an English writing course that he was obliged to take. He didn’t mind writing but he wasn’t a writer in the real sense of the word. However, when he walked into the classroom, his heart skipped a beat. That was one hot teacher! How could a university professor be so cute? They are usually wrinkled and boring as hell, especially English instructors.

With a racing heart, he took a seat at the back of the classroom and tried his best not to stare. The professor looked and moved exactly as what Majid had always dreamed how a man should look and move. Majid was going to love attending this course if only to stare at Dr. Kinder.

Dr. Kinder was British, with a sexy British accent, so unlike the Texan Judd’s cowboy southern accent. Every time Dr. Kinder spoke, Majid would be enthralled. It wasn’t the words, but the tone of voice, the accent, the sexiness. He couldn’t really describe the feelings that stirred in him. This was a first for him. He had had feelings for his previous lovers, in different degrees, but never like this. For Dr. Kinder, those feelings took a much higher, much more exotic level.

What added to Majid’s attraction to his professor was that Kinder was one of those gentle, considerate professors that showed respect to their students. But he was also somewhat aloof. Even when he smiled—and Majid would die for such smiles—there was coldness in his blue eyes.

Dr. Kinder was tall, slim, wore eyeglasses and was the epitome of masculinity. Not really macho, but masculine. He wore blue jeans and button-down shirts with a necktie. He looked so handsome that the other male classmates dissolved from around Majid. There were a few cute guys, possibilities, potentials that he could pursue. There was even an effeminate guy who, Majid knew for certain since he had caught the guy staring at his crotch, would be more than willing if Majid showed any interest. But all of them faded next to Kinder.

During the first few weeks, Majid could only think of Kinder. Was the professor gay? So what? Even if he was? Majid knew for certain that nothing would come out of it. If it gets out that a professor is having any kind of liaison with a student, male or female, that professor would get kicked out instantly. He might even be kicked out of the country. Majid had no hopes, but he had fantasies. And to those fantasies he masturbated every night. He didn’t care whether Ahmad heard him or not.

Once, Ahmad walked in on him lying on his back and working his dick with his eyes closed. He was in his pajamas, with the top unbuttoned, exposing the hair patch in the middle of his chest, giving him free access to fondle his nipples, and the bottom pushed down under his balls as he worked his thick throbbing cock up and down, with the image of Kinder right there behind his eyelids.

“Whoa!” Ahmad exclaimed. “Nice going, buddy.”

Majid opened his eyes and kept on stroking his dick. What did he care? He wasn’t attracted to Ahmad, and it was Kinder that he was masturbating to.

“As if you don’t beat your meat,” Majid said, still stroking.

Ahmad laughed. “Ok, man, go for it,” and he left the room.

Every time Majid jacked off and shot a big load, he was fantasizing about Kinder. He had tried to get closer to his professor by visiting his office with questions. He did get answers, but that was it. Kinder did not show any other interest. In fact, Kinder had mispronounced his name, calling him Majeed, with the accent on the second syllable. It did sound sexy even though it wasn’t his name. He would have objected at the mispronunciation had it been anyone other than Kinder.

In the classroom, his heart would race and his breathing would get shallow every time Kinder bent over his shoulder to check on his work. He even felt the heat of his professor’s body, and he ached for him.

Today, almost five weeks after the semester started and after Kinder entered his life and fantasies, Majid walked to the dorms, feeling despondent and rejected. He had stopped by Kinder’s office on a pretext and was able to get quite close to him as Kinder explained stuff. He almost touched Kinder’s elbow with his crotch. He almost passed out with lust and repressed love. But Kinder soon moved away and things went back to normal. He needed his professor in his bed or in his professor’s bed or in the middle of the football field. It didn’t matter. He needed Kinder.

Plan, Majid, he thought to himself. You are a smart guy and you are desperate for this man. Majid walked slowly, deep in thought and determination. Suddenly, a voice startled him.

“A penny.”

Looking up, he was gazing at Kinder’s blue eyes. His heart leapt in his chest, making it painful for him to breathe.

“Ex…x…cuse m..me?” he stammered.

Kinder laughed. “I said a penny for your thoughts,” Kinder said. “This is an English idiom to mean something like ‘what are you thinking so deeply about?’” he explained.

“Oh,” Majid was barely able to utter. A lump the size of a clown’s balloon constricted his throat. “I… I… didn’t know.”

“Idioms are not easy to learn, Majid,” Kinder grinned. Thank God for the correct pronunciation of the name. And fuck idioms! Majid wanted Kinder.

“I would like to learn some, even though they are not easy. They sound like fun,” Majid said in one breath, surprising himself.

“Sure. It makes me very happy when one of my students shows some enthusiasm about language. Come on over to my place and I will give you an introduction to what idioms are and how they can be used.”

What? Was that an invitation to his idol’s house? For a private lesson? Private lesson? Had Kinder said place? NOT office? 

Majid felt as if he were in a dream, standing on a cloud. Of course, he knew what idioms were. He had been in the States, for heaven’s sake. But he wasn’t about to confess to that. He was invited. Incredible. Strangely, his feelings were those of elation rather than lust. Lust might come later, if ever. This might be a simple, innocent invitation by a teacher excited about his student’s passion to learn. But he was elated anyway, swept off his feet.

As he tagged along behind his Adonis, Majid chided himself on his wild expectations. This afternoon, he would learn a couple of stupid British idioms, and then go to his room and jack off. So what else was new?

They sat on Kinder’s couch, side by side. Majid was hoping that his body shaking wouldn’t show. He was all nerves. When Kinder put his hand on Majid’s thigh, as a sign of encouragement, or so it seemed, Majid almost had a heart attack. His thigh muscles tightened under the touch. He unconsciously emitted a moan: a moan of desire, of ache. Kinder’s hand moved up, ever so slowly, and groped his crotch.

Oh, my god, god, oh, am gonna shooooot! Majid trembled all over. His erection was instant, and when Kinder unzipped his fly and fished out his dick, Majid almost shot his load.

Kinder did not waste time. He bent and sucked Majid off. Wiping the spit and semen off his mouth with the back of his hand, Kinder grinned, “You’ve been wanting this for a long time, haven’t you?”

“First time I laid eyes on you,” Majid croaked, his dick still dripping, still hard.

“I figured so. I hope you liked what I just did,” Kinder said as he moved away from Majid.

Liked? Liked? Majid was enthralled, was in heaven.

But there was no reciprocity. Kinder dismissed Majid with a smile. Fuck! Majid contemplated on his way back to the dorms: What was that all about? He just sucked my cock and then kicked me out, like a rag doll. I didn’t even get to see him naked.

Majid showered and put on an old faded pair of jeans, without underwear, and a t-shirt, sighing.

As he settled in his room, Majid searched Kinder’s name on Facebook. Sure enough, there he was with a profile photo. Majid’s heart raced and he clicked on the request to be friends. He checked his messages every minute or so, feeling as if hours had passed. About half an hour later, his request was accepted. Immediately, noticing that Kinder was online, he clicked the private message box.

Majid

He trembled in anticipation. Would he be ignored? Or dismissed like earlier this afternoon after the blow job?

Kinder < ? >

Could it be? Could Kinder have already forgotten about sucking his cock and eating his semen?

Majid he lied.

Kinder

Wow. He said anytime, and they both knew that the reference was to the cock sucking not the idioms.

Majid  and quickly added

Majid 

He added the I mean part just in case Kinder wanted to play dumb and ignore the sex. Majid wanted more, much more.

Kinder 

Majid < ? >

What the fuck? Why was Kinder laughing? Where was the joke?

Kinder 

Majid 

No hesitation. No second thoughts. No hard feelings after being treated shabbily.

Majid quickly added.

Majid didn’t wait for a reply. He rushed to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He thought about putting on a pair of underwear, but he let that go. His dick was already stretching the jeans fabric; his heart at formula-one speed.

Dr. Kinder opened the door wearing a bathrobe, his hair wet. A bathrobe? So British! Majid would have expected a pair of skimpy shorts, or some kind of underwear, or preferably a towel around the waist showing a naked torso, but not a bathrobe. However, Kinder looked cuter than ever, and the sex that ensued was hot and intense, both men releasing what had been suppressed for a long time.

Kinder pulled Majid in and they immediately went into the kissing mode. Kinder’s hand kneaded Majid’s erection, throbbing through his jeans. Majid inserted his hand inside Kinder’s robe and grabbed his teacher’s cock. Majid was surprised with the size of British dick, barely 14 centimeters (5.5 inches) by his estimation, and thin like a pencil. He could feel Kinder’s cock skin inside his palm as he fisted the shaft and pulled in and out, stroking.

Kinder did not waste any time. He was not going to settle for a quick blow job. He guided Majid into his bedroom, losing the bathrobe on the way. Majid was frantically getting out of the only two pieces of clothing he was wearing after he kicked off his sneakers. Like a couple of lustful lovers, the two lay side by side, kissing, groping, stroking each other.

“Oh, my!” Kinder breathed between kisses. “You are a very hot young man, Majid.”

“Sir,” Majid replied, fingering his professor’s puckered hole. “You make me feel on fire.”

Climbing on top of Kinder, Majid spread the legs, applied spit on his cock, and tried to penetrate. He needed to fuck this beautiful man under him so badly it was almost painful. But the hole was puckered tightly.

“Easy, darling,” Kinder grunted as he pushed Majid’s thighs back. “You are very big. Let’s take it slowly, baby.”

Darling? Baby? He is calling me that?

Majid’s dick got even harder, if that was possible, but he pulled back and sat on his haunches, admiring the beautiful, smooth body of his professor. He bent and licked Kinder’s belly, moving his tongue up to the smooth chest, around the pink nipples, and then back to his crotch. Kinder did have some pubic hair, but his dick looked ridiculously small and thin. Even so, Majid was hungry for that as well. He took the whole penis in one gulp and Kinder moaned loudly in response, thrusting his pelvis up. Majid pursed his lips around the shaft and sucked. Kinder pumped.

After a couple of minutes, Kinder pulled Majid off of him and reached for the dresser drawer, taking out some lubricant and a packet of condoms. Majid trembled. Yes! Kinder wanted to be fucked. Handing him the lube and condoms, Kinder turned over and lay on his belly, exposing his firm, bubble butt.

Majid tore off a condom wrapping and slid the condom onto his throbbing cock. He applied lubricant on his cock head and shaft. Spreading Kinder’s butt cheeks, he found the hole and lubricated it using his finger. He probed inside gently, shoving another finger in when he felt the hole muscle relax. Kinder was humping the mattress under him as Majid prepared him.

Lying on top of Kinder, Majid fisted his hard dick, placing the thick knob at the waiting hole, pressing. He felt the ass muscle open for him and he penetrated. Kinder grunted and shut his rim muscle around the cock ridge, just below the knob. Majid waited, his cock already feeling the squeezing of ass muscle, licking the professor’s nape, nibbling on his ears, and running his hands down the sides of his smooth chest. Kinder gradually relaxed and Majid pushed in. His whole body turned to nerves. He felt as if he was being buried inside the hot British man. Kinder pushed back onto him, taking more cock. Finally, Majid felt the muscle of Kinder’s ass twitch and squeeze around the thick base.

Majid started to fuck the professor, slowly at first, but quickly going faster and harder. He pounded the man ass. In and out, pausing every four or five deep thrusts to grind against the delicious butt cheeks, Majid fucked. Kinder begged for more, whimpering and grunting under the hung young student of his. There were lots of darlings (daaaling) and baby as Majid plowed the fuck hole. He felt his semen building in his nuts.

“I’m going to cum, sir,” he moaned into Kinder’s ear as he pounded faster, his young body on fire, his hips pumping like a piston.

“Don’t!” Kinder almost shouted.

Majid immediately stopped the fucking, his cock buried to the hilt, aching for release.

“Huh?” Majid groaned.

“I want to eat it, baby,” Kinder said.

Majid pulled out, regretfully. Removing the slick condom, he kneeled behind Kinder and stroked. Kinder turned over and pushed him back, reaching for the dripping cock. The professor engulfed the cock with his lips and started to bob hungrily, actually suck, his face cheeks dented inwards. Majid felt he was being vacuumed. In a few moments, Majid shot inside Kinder’s mouth, who swallowed and gagged and swallowed some more. It felt like an endless ejaculation as squirt after squirt of hot semen left his nuts, through his pulsating dick, and down Kinder’s throat.

Using spit and some semen that he was not able to swallow, Kinder rubbed the pink head of his own dick and shot his load on Majid’s groin, covering the boy’s crotch and cock and balls with cum. Then he bent and licked his own semen off Majid.

“You know, Majid,” Kinder said as they settled back on the bed, side by side, “this was one of my best fucks, ever.”

Majid loved the way Kinder said ever: eva.

“One of?” Majid smiled.

“Well, ok, then, the best,” Kinder confessed, rubbing Majid’s inner thigh.

“It was for me, too, sir.”

“Don’t you think that by now you can stop calling me sir?” Kinder laughed. “Although it’s cute, the way you say it. Call me James.”

Majid inhaled. Up till now, he hadn’t even bothered to learn Kinder’s first name. His professor was always Dr. Kinder, Kinder, Sir. James? Jimmy? This somewhat destroyed the exotic professor image he had.

“James. It sounds nice, but can I keep calling you ‘sir,’ sir?”

“Why?”

“Because you are my professor and now my lover and … “

Majid knew he was rambling. But what the fuck? He liked sir more than James.

“Just let me call you sir, please?” he begged.

Kinder reached for Majid’s penis, which even limp was bigger than the British dick when hard. He stroked it gently, lovingly. “Ok, darling. Sir it is then.”

“Thank you, sir,” Majid said jokingly, feeling his cock erecting at the caressing hand of his professor.

In no time he was fully hard again. Quickly, he reached for the lube and condoms, and Kinder got the message, but this time he lay on his back, spreading his legs.

 Majid entered without much difficulty. Looking down at the hot, smooth chest of his professor, resting his weight on his hands, he penetrated and fucked. Kinder shut his eyes all the time as Majid fucked him. Again, as soon as he felt he was going to ejaculate, Majid pulled out, sat on Kinder’s chest, and fed him his hot juice. Kinder swallowed and licked, making sure to take all of the young boy’s cream.

“We couldn’t let all of this precious juice go to waste inside a rubber, now, could we?” Kinder smacked his lips.

Majid’s writing did not improve drastically, but his lust for his professor did. They spent many evenings together, and Kinder had sexual experiences beyond Majid’s imagination. At certain times, Majid felt as if Kinder was using him to experiment, even though Majid invariably topped his professor. But that was fine with Majid. His own experiences in sex were not to be laughed at either, and he was always open for new things to try.

Most notably for Majid, his partner was a mature older adult, and he reveled in the fact that such a hot man as Kinder had an insatiable desire for him. He never got tired of getting his ass plowed, and pleasantly spending some after-sex time discussing things and telling Majid about England and London and the metro and the museums and such. Then Majid would erect and fuck. Again and again. It was very difficult to keep his dick in check in class as he watched Kinder move around and control the class.

He was impressed by the British professor’s handling of their situation, never giving them away by any preferential treatment or facial expressions.

And then Majid would follow his professor to his apartment and fuck him. That, for him, was the preferential treatment he desired, and got.