The Making of Khanith

OMAR

Chapter 1 - The Making of Khanith

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy that is not based on real life.   Any resemblance, therefore, to anyone living or dead, is purely accidental.  Furthermore, this story depicts males on male sexual practices; stop reading now if you are offended by this.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in.  No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

In no way do the practices and themes depicted in this story reflect the author’s beliefs or sexual practices.  If you choose to act out scenes from this story, please do it responsibly.  Always practice safe sex; you owe it to yourself and your sexual partners.  If you think you have injured yourself, have contracted a sexual disease, or have any other health concerns.  Would you please consult with a health professional?

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Thanks.   

I really hate it when I’m all fired up to finish a couple of chapters of other stories and a whole new chapter pushes in and says write me!  I hate it even more when the pushy chapter decides that it wants more than just one chapter, so this is a whole new story of at least two chapters, but as it’s running around inside my head I’m suspecting that there is more to come.  I can think of better ways to spend my leave though!

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Eddie couldn’t believe it as he watched Omar running on the running track.  Eddie was mesmerised as a topless Omar ran towards him down the running track as Eddie sat in the stand.  All Eddie really had eyes for was the sight of Omar’s cock as it was pushed from side to side by his thighs.  Clearly, Omar was going commando, as Eddie could clearly see, for time first time ever, Omar’s massive cock as it rolled from side to side under the cover of the material of his trackie daks.  Eddie loved watching Omar’s pecs as they bounced rhythmically in time with his stride.  But today was the first day that Eddie saw Omar’s cock as it strained against the material of his trackie daks, seemingly trying to break free, and Eddie was in lust.  Eddie could clearly see that Omar was circumcised, and Eddie was in love with Omar’s cock.  Omar was the biggest man Eddie knew; he stood almost 210cm tall and was impossibly broad in the shoulders; Eddie guesstimated that Omar was about 90cm wide.  Omar’s upper body narrowed to about 40cm; at his waist, Eddie guesstimated again.

Eddie has accompanied Omar often; ostensibly, Eddie was here to go running with Omar because Eddie had to get fit.  Well, he ‘didn’t have to’ get fit, but it was his excuse to be near a nearly naked Omar as much as possible.  While Omar was all trim, taut, and terrific physically, Eddie was a butter ball; to Eddie’s eyes, he was a round head, on a very round body, with barely a showing of neck in between.  The only way to discern Eddies’ waist is by his belt, while his legs looked like two loosely rolled tubes of fat.  It was no wonder that Eddie looked at Omar almost like a god come down to torment him, but on the upside, since Omar had taken Eddie under his wing, so to speak, he has lost weight and he has got thinner, but this is almost in spite of Eddie.

Eddie loves Omar’s lightly coffee-coloured skin and popped wood the moment he saw Omar in his running gear.  Eddie flamed red instantly before he realised that his cock was so small and he was so fat that no one would be able to see his erect cock, fuck, they’d be lucky to be able to see it if he was naked.  The first time Eddie saw Omar without his t-shirt, Eddie’s heart almost stopped on the spot; not only did Omar have coffee-coloured skin, but his skin had that satiny smooth look that only guys get who work out a lot.  Eddie knew that Omar worked out a lot from the size of his arms alone; Eddie guesstimated that Omar’s upper arms had to be at least 40-60cm in diameter.  But today, for some unknown reason, for the first time ever, the waistband of Omar’s trackie daks hung below Omar’s torso, not just below or on his navel.

Eddie almost began drooling the moment Omar pulled off his t-shirt and stuck it in his pocket.  To Eddie, it looked as though Omar’s treasure trail was 15cm wide and was a mat of tightly curled hair the same ebony black as was on his head, and all Eddie wanted to do was hoover the sweat out of it for him.  But he wasn’t sure how Omar would take to that idea, but it didn’t stop Eddie from subconsciously licking his lips in anticipation of doing just that.  It didn’t help Eddie that his mind was now just running away from him; it was trying to envisage what Omar’s pubic bush must look like, all lush and kinky curly hair that Eddie, once again, just wanted to hoover the sweat out of.  Eddie could clearly see the size of Omar’s pendulous uncircumcised cock as it rocked from side to side under the material of Omar’s trackie daks.  All Eddie’s mind had to envisage was the size of the testicles that went with such a large uncircumcised cock.

Eddie knew that Omar was a Muslim; Eddie assumed that from the moment he met Omar in class.  Eddie knew that Omar was from one of the Arab countries, so naturally, he thought Omar was a Muslim.  Put it down to racial vilification, not that Eddie was racist, not that he’d lived through 9/11, but the last few years of the war in Iraq.  Eddie and Omar took English classes together, and even though Omar was studying to be a Personal Trainer, he was also taking other classes.  And, of course, there was that fateful afternoon when Eddie came across Omar praying on the back lawn behind the library.  Eddie went there to get away from being teased by the other students.  Eddie stupidly thought that once he left secondary school and entered Uni that the students would behave differently.  But alas, as Eddie soon found out, if they were jerks in secondary school, they were also jerks in Uni.  So, in his quest to find somewhere where he wouldn’t be teased, Eddie found the lawn behind the library, which seemingly no other student knew about.  That was until he found Omar on the lawn praying.

Eddie had just escaped from a bunch of bullies and had decided that he needed some quiet time, so he came to the back lawn.  Eddie’s eyes nearly fell out of his head when he saw the breathtaking view of Omar on his knees with his head on his prayer rug and the very meaty globes of his arse in the air.  Eddie fantasised that if Omar hadn’t been wearing pants, then when Omar prostrated himself, Eddie might have been able to see his hole.  The very idea of which caused Eddie to pop wood instantly on that occasion as well, but I digress.  Eddie sat on his usual seat, which, thankfully for Eddie, was behind Omar, so Eddie got to drink in the sight of Omar as he stood, bowed, and prostrated himself during his prayers.  Eddie would not have thought such a big person could manoeuvre themselves into all the positions that Omar was in if he hadn’t sat there and watched him do it.  Eddie hadn’t realised that he was staring, nor did he make any move of leaving the area when Omar had finished praying and was rolling up his prayer mat.  As Omar was putting his prayer mat in its cover, he turned around and saw Eddie sitting on the bench looking at him.  “Oh, um, I’m sorry….” Omar began walking towards Eddie, “I didn’t know anyone else was here,” he finished as he drew almost level with Eddie.

“Oh, um, no!  It’s my fault…..” Eddie replied, “I shouldn’t have stayed when I saw you praying there.  It’s just that this is my ‘fortress of solitude’, so to speak,” he finished lamely.

“I have noticed that the others do pick on you a lot.  I am surprised that some of the other students also pick on me, but not as much as you,” Omar replied, “and I’ve wondered how you’ve coped with it.  Now I guess I know,” he finished lamely.  By now, Omar was close enough to see that Eddie had been crying, and he walked over and wiped the tears off Eddie’s face with the palms of his massive hands.

Eddie’s face flamed red, not only at the touch but because of the fact that Omar seemed to genuinely care, and without being asked, Omar sat on the bench beside him.  They both introduced each other and acknowledged the fact that they had English together; Omar explained that he was doing a Personal Training degree while Eddie was doing a writing/teacher’s degree.  As neither of them seemed to be in a hurry to leave, they talked about their pasts and how they ended up at Uni, Eddie how he’s lived in Melbourne all his life.  How he’s always been overweight, and how his family bullied him at home, so it was no surprise that he got bullied at school both primary and post-primary, so he wasn’t too surprised that he was being bullied at Uni too.  Omar, for his part, explained that he came from an Arab country and had always wanted to see the world.  His parents had the money, and some of his friends were here studying, so Omar also decided to come here to study.  Like all good things, this interlude also had to come to an end.  As he got up to go, Omar offered to train Eddie if he wanted to, not that Omar was fully qualified, but he thought he knew enough to be able to help Eddie if he wanted him to.  For Eddie, it was just a question of if he wanted to spend more time with a very well-developed stud like Omar, and because he was currently thinking with his cock, he said yes.  The boys exchanged phone numbers, and Omar left for class while Eddie tried to remember what else he had to do that day and how he was going to get rid of the erection he had in his pants.  And that was how their friendship began.

“Hey, come on, slowpoke,” Omar called in his rich, melodious voice, “I’m on my cool-down lap, so you can come and join me now,” Omar finished with a smile spread all over his face.

Eddie picked himself up off the bench, ran over to the track and joined Omar on his final lap.  Omar was so tall while Eddie was barely 160cm tall, so in his mind’s eye, the pair of them looked like father and small son whenever they were together, but Eddie told himself that he didn’t mind, just as long as he got to hang out with Omar.  The fact that Omar had to shorten his stride a lot so that Eddie could keep up was something else that endeared Omar to him in his eyes.  So, both boys ran the lap, and while Eddie sat on one of the benches trying to catch his breath when they’d finished, Omar went and had a shower.  Eddie wished he was brave enough to go into the changerooms with Omar, even if it was just to see him under the shower, dripping wet.  He didn’t, though, because he thought he’d give himself away, fuck, Eddie was surprised that Omar couldn’t see his hunger for Omar’s body in his eyes.  Eddie thought it must be written all over his face whenever he even looked in Omar’s direction or thought about him.  So, now any time Eddie can provide himself with a semblance of a degree of separation, he took it, like now.  Instead of showering in the same change room with Omar, Eddie’ll wait till he gets home before he showers.  Eddie couldn’t decide if he liked the smell of a hot and sweaty Omar or the scent of a perfectly pampered Omar, both versions gave Eddie wood, and he managed to shake those ideas out of his head just as Omar exited the change rooms.  Both boys said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, Eddie mentally kicking himself for not asking Omar for his trackie daks so that he could bury his face in the crotch of them.  But this was nothing unusual for Eddie; he wanted Omar’s underwear after a run or a workout daily so that he could cover his face with them while he wanked his little cock.  But he didn’t have the balls to ask for anything so personal, no matter the reason.  Today Eddie knew what he was going to beat his cock off to; it was going to be the image of Omar’s pendulous cock swinging from side to side in his trackie daks.  Today was a first for Eddie; today was the day that he had got to see, even if it was covered by the material of his trackie daks, Omar’s cock, and if he didn’t lust after Omar before today, he certainly did now.

By the time Eddie reached the front door of his unit, all Eddie could think to do was pull his pants down and bang away at his cock until he shot a load of hot fresh cum, thinking of the sight of his friend.  Eddie managed to get inside his front door somehow, and on his way to his bedroom, he divested himself of his backpack, followed quite quickly by his clothes.  So, by the time he’d reached his bedroom, all he had on was his soggy jocks because he’d cum in them on the way home, just from thinking about the sight of Omar’s cock, and Omar soaking wet under the shower.  Eddie manhandled his soggy jocks off his legs and fell onto his bed almost simultaneously as his soggy jocks hit the floor, and his hand was around his cock before he even realised it.  After cumming another couple of times, a very spent Eddie reached for the tissues to clean himself up with before he peeled himself off his bed and went for a shower.

Feeling restored, Eddie, clad only in his jocks, picked up the soggy pair of jocks from off the floor, where he’d dropped them in his haste to masturbate, and struggled manfully with the urge to put them on his face or suck the cum out of them.  He collected his other dirty clothes that formed a line from the front door to his bedroom.  Eddie put them all in his clothes basket in the bathroom; he made himself something to eat and sat at the dining room table as he ate and prepared to do his homework, just like he did every day of the week.  The only thing that marked this day as being any different from every other day since he’s been at Uni was that today he’d got to see the outline of Omar’s cock as it strained to escape from Omar’s trackie daks.  It was a mighty struggle for Eddie to concentrate on his homework today as all he could see in his mind was Omar’s cock rubbing at the underside of the material of his trackie daks, trying to break out.

And so, the days went on for Eddie; he went to classes and the library to study, and when the teasing got too much for him, he went to the back lawn behind the library.  There he got to study without the teasing, and if Omar was there, he got to watch Omar pray while drooling over his magnificent body.  But now he had the added bonus of working out with Omar.

Omar, for his part, used the back lawn mainly to say his prayers, but on occasion, he joined Eddie and studied at the table and chairs that were there.  Omar and Eddie also used the Uni gym, Omar to keep himself fit, as well as working on a program to get Eddie fitter, which was working despite Eddie’s efforts to try and not get fitter.  Eddie spent his nights masturbating over the sight of Omar in his gym gear and the memory of the play of his muscles under his skin.  But the thing that Eddie really wanted to be able to see all the time, the thing that kept him working out, was the muscle that hung between Omar’s legs; that was the real object of Eddie’s desire.  The fact that it was attached to a stud like Omar was more than an added bonus; it was the thing that got Eddie hard every time he thought about it.  It was the thing that Eddie masturbated over all the time; Eddie constantly fantasised about Omar fucking his arse, of having to sit on his cock in class just to keep it warm for Omar.  It’s what Eddie wanted to suck after each workout; to say Eddie was now obsessed with Omar and his cock would be the biggest understatement in the world.

So, despite Eddie’s best plans, he lost a lot of weight, he now had a visible neck, and he’d lost sixty kilos, so he was now a lot slimmer.  People could actually see muscle definition on him now, and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, Eddie was feeling really well; he could walk up a flight of stairs without having to have a rest break halfway.  But still, he was being bullied.  Eddie had hoped that it would have stopped now that he was a lot thinner, but bullies are bullies regardless of how a person might change.

One night, on one of the rare occasions that Eddie got to study in the Uni library unmolested, he came out of the library to see Omar being beaten up by a bunch of guys who were yelling a lot of anti-Arab slurs at him.  Without a second thought, Eddie jumped down the stairs, yelling at the top of his lungs, and the antagonists took flight leaving Omar a crumpled mess on the concrete.  Under the street light, Eddie gently checked Omar over and couldn’t find anything majorly wrong with Omar.  “Come on,” Eddie said, “see if you can stand up.”

Omar painfully got to his feet and started to sway, and Eddie caught him just in time, “come on,” Eddie said, “let’s see if you can walk.”  Omar took a few unsteady steps, leaning heavily on Eddie, “ok, let’s get you home and cleaned up.”  Eddie then realised that he didn’t know where Omar lived, so he helped Omar hobble to his place.  Eddie was really glad that he was a lot fitter now as he doubted if he’d ever have been able to help Omar get anywhere.

Eddie let them both in and, turning on all the lights, helped Omar to sit on the couch while he went to get Omar a drink and his first aid kit.  It was one of the bonuses; Eddie thought of getting beat up a lot and now has a very well-stocked first aid kit.  Eddie took the water and the first aid kit back to the lounge and set to patching Omar’s wounds.  Eddie attended to the scrapes and cuts on Omar’s face before he pulled Omar’s hoodie over his head and attended to all the scraps and wounds he found on Omar’s arms.  Next, Eddie pulled Omar’s t-shirt off over his head to check his torso for any wounds, there were a lot of bruises, but Eddie couldn’t see any broken skin anywhere, which was lucky.  Eddie tried very hard not to just sit there and ogle Omar’s well-defined chiselled chest, ignoring the fact that he just wanted to suckle on one of Omar’s well-defined pecs, just to see what it felt and tasted like.  Instead, he knelt and removed Omar’s runners, and undoing the tie in the cord of his trackie daks, Eddie maneuvered Omar’s trackie daks down over Omar’s sizeable bubble butt and down his well-defined legs.  Making sure that he didn’t stare at Omar’s crotch, not even to see how the material of Omar’s tighty whities outlined his cock and balls.  Eddie found a few abrasions on Omar’s legs which he put salve on and bandaged just in case.  As Omar was nodding off, Eddie helped him lay down on the couch and covered him with a doona.  Eddie turned out the lights, as it appeared as though Omar had fallen asleep already.  Before he left the lounge room, Eddie leaned down and kissed Omar gently on the brow and whispered to him that he would be a Khanith for him if he ever wanted before getting into bed himself.

As usual, Eddie masturbated over the thought of being fucked by Omar; having the man in his flat didn’t help, as Eddie thought he was hornier tonight than he’s ever been in his life.  But, as usually happens, Eddie eventually fell asleep, and tonight he had the most vivid dream he’s ever had.  Eddie dreamed that he’d been rolled over so that he was laying on his stomach and someone was pushing a huge object up his arse; Eddie told them that he’s never had anything that big up his arse before, but they said to him that this time it would be fine.  And it was, whatever they were pushing up his arse just seemed to slide right in, and when they began to fuck him with it, Eddie cum on the spot.  The wet spot on his bed woke Eddie up, and Eddie woke up to someone really fucking his arse.  He tried to roll over but couldn’t because of the weight on his back, and to be honest, he was really enjoying the fuck; it had been a long time since anyone had fucked him.

In the morning, Eddie woke up with his arse feeling very full; he tried to stretch but couldn’t; he became aware of a body pushing up against his, and after a minute of panic, last night replayed itself in his head, and he worked out who the body must belong too.  With this realisation, Eddie snuggled back into Omar and went back to sleep, to the sensation of Omar’s gentle puffs of breath on his neck.  Eddie was woken again by Omar fucking his arse; Eddie rolled back towards Omar to give him better access to his hole and revelled in the sensation of Omar’s huge cock ploughing his arse.  Finally, Omar climaxed and shot his load of hot fresh cum deep inside Eddie’s bowels.  Both boys lay there revelling in the after-glow of their sex.  When Eddie felt Omar’s cock fall out of his arse, he rolled over in Omar’s embrace and looked him in the eye, “good morning,” Eddie said as he leaned in for a kiss.

But Omar pulled back, “what are you doing?” he asked.

“I just wanted to kiss you good morning,” Eddie replied, a little perplexed.

“Men don’t kiss other men,” Omar stated almost angrily.

“But, we’ve just had sex,” Eddie continued, still feeling perplexed, “I just wanted to thank you for fucking me,” he finished lamely.

“Do you know want a Khanith is?” Omar asked him with a furrowed brow.

“Yes!  A Khanith is a man who has sex with other men….”

“No!” Omar cut Eddie off, “a Khanith is a man other men fuck when there are no women available….”

“Oh, but,” Eddie cut Omar off, “there are a lot of women at Uni!  I don’t understand?” Eddie finished, still perplexed.

“Yes, there are a lot of women at Uni,” Omar agreed with Eddie, “and I could have sex with any of them, but as a true Muslim, I’m not allowed.  So, when you said that you’d be Khanith, then that is allowed by law.”

“Oh, so you’re allowed to fuck a man, not that I’m complaining, but you can’t a woman?” Eddie asked.

“Yes, that’s right,” Omar replied, “when there are no women available, then it is allowed that a man can fuck one who is Khanith, and as you said last night that you would be Khanith for me, that solved a lot of problems.  Muslim males are not allowed to ‘spill their seed’; it is against the law of Allah, but if another male allows himself to be Khanith, then he can be fucked, and it’s not spilling our seed.  I share a house with three friends from Oman, all of us are good Muslims and follow the laws of Islam, and none of us spills our seed; none of us uses your women; we could all use a Khanith like you.”

“Oh,” Eddie replied, it made him feel a little cheap, but he didn’t care as long as he got to have sex with Omar; who cares, really?  “But we’re not allowed to kiss?”

“Ugh, no,” Omar replied with disgust, “who wants to kiss another man?  Again, it is against the laws of Allah!”

“Even if they are Khanith?” Eddie asked a little dejectedly.

“Yes,” Omar replied in a tone that said there would be no more arguments.  Eddie rolled out of bed dejectedly.

“Where are you going?” Omar demanded.

“I have classes this morning, don’t you?”

“Yes, but first I want you to suck my cock,” Omar replied as he grabbed Eddie by the back of the head and guided him, almost forcefully down to his cock, but as this was something he’s always wanted to do ever since he’s met Omar, he wasn’t complaining.  Eddie willingly went down and began to lap at Omar’s flaccid cock as it lay over his big balls.  Eddie buried his nose in Omar’s thatch of tight kinky pubic hair and inhaled the smell of Omar as deeply as he could before returning his attention to Omar’s cock.  Even though it was flaccid, Omar’s cock did not look like a shrivelled prune; instead, it lay over his big balls, long and sleek, almost touching the bottom sheet.  Eddie wasn’t too surprised; while he hadn’t actually seen Omar’s cock in the flesh, so to speak, he’s certainly seen enough of it outlined to have had a good idea as to its size.

Eddie stuck out his tongue and began lapping at the tip of Omar’s cock.  Eddie could feel the tip of his tongue as it slid along Omar’s piss slit, but he resisted the urge to drill his tongue into it; he was going to save that for another time when he felt a bit braver.  Eddie ran his tongue around the underside of the mushroom head of Omar’s cock as he savoured the tastes he found there.  Both the residue of the last bit of cum Omar had shot up Eddie’s arse, as well as a bit of Eddie’s arse juices all mixed together, which gave Eddie a heady taste sensation.  As the sensory overload from Omar’s cock took over, Eddie forgot about the conversation they’d just had and continued to make love to Omar’s cock, which was slowly thickening and standing up under Eddie’s ministrations.  Eddie sucked Omar’s cock into his mouth and marvelled at the velvety feel of it as it slid over his tongue on its way to the opening of his throat.  As Omar’s cock ran over Eddie’s tongue, it left a smear of pre-cum that Eddie savoured, better than a fine wine.

Eddie realised that Omar’s cock was probably the biggest cock he’d ever had down his throat, but he figured that if his arse could accommodate it, then he was going to do his best to deep-throat it.  As Omar’s cock thickened even more, Eddie swallowed it down.  Eddie’s throat produced a lot of mucus to try to accommodate Omar’s cock, and as Eddie pulled up on Omar’s cock to take a breath, his throat juices and mucus spilled out of his mouth and nose.  The more of Omar’s cock he forced down his throat, the more mucus and throat juices he produced until Omar’s entire groin and Eddie’s face were covered.  Until finally, Omar shot a load of cum down Eddie’s throat.  Eddie pulled up off Omar’s cock, and he licked and sucked Omar’s cock clean of all his throat juices and mucus.  Eddie cleaned all the mucus and other juices out of Omar’s pubic bush before he pushed Omar’s legs up to his chest.  Eddie cleaned up all the mess from Omar’s perineum and worked down to Omar’s anus.  Eddie was desperate to drill the tight rosebud and see what he could find, but he didn’t want to upset Omar any more than he had already.

“Come, shower me,” Omar said as he gingerly got off the bed, and Eddie, unable to believe his luck, trailed along behind Omar into the shower.  Omar told Eddie to get a chair, and when he returned with it, Omar sat on it and told Eddie to shave him.  Eddie, for his part, unable to believe that this was actually happening, got the shaving crème and lathered Omar’s face with it.  As Eddie bent over to get a new razer out of the vanity unit, he got an eye full of Omar’s long sleek cock as it lay nestled between Omar’s thighs.  Ripping his gaze off Omar’s cock, Eddie set to shaving Omar; when he was sure that Omar’s cheek was free of any stubble, he wiped the residue of shaving crème off Omar’s face.  Clean my teeth was Omar’s next instruction, so getting a new toothbrush out of the vanity unit and having stopped to pause and look at Omar’s cock nestled between his thighs, Eddie cleaned Omar’s teeth for him, which Eddie found to be more difficult than he thought it would be.  Now the only thing left to do was to shower Omar.

Eddie got the temperature right for Omar, and Omar stepped into the shower, and Eddie began to wash him.  Standing behind Omar, Eddie started to wash Omar’s shoulders and then worked his way down Omar’s back until he reached the globes of Omar’s bubble butt.  Lovingly, Eddie washed each globe in turn before gently pushing Omar on the back to get him to lean forward.  Eddie separated the globes of Omar’s arse so that he could wash his cleft and anus, as well as his perineum before he moved down and washed the backs of Omar’s legs and told Omar to turn around.  What Eddie forgot to do was to stand up first so that he was almost penis slapped by Omar’s huge cock as it swung out a bit as Omar turned to face Eddie.  Not that Eddie would have minded in the slightest.  Eddie stood up and began to wash Omar’s chest, marvelling at the size of Omar’s pecs and paps before he moved down and washed Omar’s abdomen, tracing the groves of Omar’s six-pack as he outlined them almost worshipfully.  Finally, Eddie got to move down to Omar’s pubic bush, and for this again, he had to crouch down so that now he was on eye level with Omar’s pubic bush, and he couldn’t stop himself from drooling at the sight.  But, mastering himself in ways he never knew he could, Eddie tore his eyes off Omar’s pubic bush as he moved down to wash Omar’s cock and balls.  Eddie moved his left hand between Omar’s cock and balls, and holding his cock out of the way, Eddie washed Omar’s two low-hanging balls as Eddie got to see them for the first time before he turned his attention to Omar’s cock.  Eddie picked up Omar’s cock and made sure that he washed the shaft very well before he turned his attention to the large mushroom-shaped head of his cock.  Eddie pushed the small roll of what was left of Omar’s foreskin back so that he could wash underneath the head of Omar’s cock before he let Omar’s collar form around the head of his cock again.  Eddie washed the head of Omar’s cock.  Resisting the urge to suck the head of Omar’s cock into his mouth, Eddie moved on down and washed Omar’s shapely legs.  Having washed Omar’s body, Eddie stood up and very gently washed Omar’s face and hair.

Eddie quickly washed himself before he turned off the water and bade Omar step out of the shower cubicle.  Eddie rubbed Omar’s hair dry vigorously before he turned his attention to Omar’s face.  Then moving down Omar’s neck, Eddie dried Omar’s chest and abdomen before he told Omar to turn around, and Eddie dried his back.  Eddie moved down and dried the globes of Omar’s large bubble butt before he parted the globes and dried Omar’s cleft and anus.  Drying Omar’s perineum, Eddie moved on down and dried Omar’s legs before he had Omar turn around.  Eddie dried Omar’s pecs and abdomen; as he moved down Omar’s body, he dried Omar’s cock and balls being very careful with them before he finished Omar’s legs.  Eddie crouched down in front of Omar and tried desperately hard not to look at Omar’s cock as it hung there in all its glory.  Eddie had Omar rest a foot on his thigh as he set to and dried each foot.

Deciding Omar was dried to his satisfaction, Eddie set to drying himself while Omar left the bathroom, and before he was finished, Eddie heard Omar leave the unit.  Eddie stuck his head out of the bathroom just to make sure that he heard right, to find the unit empty.  Eddie finished his toilet, walked out, and got himself breakfast, pondering why Omar left the unit without so much as a goodbye.

Eddie grabbed his school books and headed off to Uni, he found Omar praying on the back lawn as usual, and Eddie stopped and watched him pray, marvelling at the body he got to worship at least once.  Omar finished his prayers and joined Eddie on the bench, “I’ll bring around some toiletries to leave at your place after I have finished classes; also, I will need a key!”

“What for,” Eddie asked, puzzled.

“So, I can let myself in at any time I want to see you,” Omar replied as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Listen, mate,” Eddie replied, not believing what he was about to say, particularly after a stud like Omar, a person who wouldn’t ordinarily give him the time of day, wanted a key so they could have sex any time he wanted to.  “I don’t know how you guys do these kinds of things back home, but here it takes more than a one-night stand to get a guy’s key to his house.  I’ll have to think about it!  In the meantime, you can knock on the door like everyone else.”  With that, Eddie picked up his bag and left the back lawn.

Eddie tried valiantly to concentrate on his classes, but all he could think about was the sensation of Omar’s big cock sliding in and out of his arse, which had the unfortunate side-effect of keeping Eddie hard all day.  This is why when all of his classes were over for the day, Eddie was sitting on the benches watching Omar running; well, to be truthfully honest, Eddie was there to watch Omar’s cock as Omar’s thighs were pushing it around again.  “Come, run with me,” Omar called as he drew closer to Eddie for the last lap.  The boys ran the lap in silence.  “I’m sorry I upset you this morning,” Omar began as he was doing his final stretches, with Eddie following along with him, “I am not used to your culture.  I spoke to one of my other housemates, and he told me to think of you as a fine princess who has allowed one such as me to share her bed.”  Eddie blushed with the reference to being thought of as a delicate princess.  “He also reminded me that I am a bad Muslim,” Eddie’s head shot up with surprise and looked into Omar’s eyes.

“How?  Why?” Eddie asked, shocked.

Omar looked around to make sure they were alone or that anyone around was too far away to really see what they were doing, and when he was satisfied, Omar grabbed Eddie’s hand and shoved it down his trackie daks.  Until it encountered his pubic bush, “this should not be here,” Omar said, blushing, “I should shave, but I’m too lazy.”  Without realising what he’d done, Eddie pulled his hand out of Omar’s grip, pulling his hand free from Omar’s trackie daks, his face flaming a deep red.  “I know I have no right to ask you,” Omar said with his voice dripping with fake sincerity, “but could you help me?”

Eddie’s eyes nearly fell out of his head, “you want me to shave your cock?” he asked incredulously.  Not that he’s never shaved his own cock, he had to once when he had a hernia and needed it to be operated on and had to shave for the surgery, but he’s never shaved anyone else’s cock.  Because he couldn’t trust himself to speak, Eddie just nodded his head.

“Can I come now, as I need to have a shower….” And Omar left the rest just trail off.

Eddie couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  So, he just nodded again and headed for home, with Omar trailing along behind with a huge smirk plastered all over his face, thinking that Abul was right; Eddie was very easy to manipulate.  When they got to Eddie’s place, he let them both in, and Omar dropped his gym bag on the couch and fished his toilet bag out, and held it out for Eddie.  Eddie took the toilet bag off Omar, and stepping closer to him, Eddie began to undress Omar.  Eddie pulled Omar’s t-shirt off over his head, and his olfactory senses were hit with an instant hit of Omar’s muskiness, and if Eddie’s erect cock shot its first load of cum into his jocks, not that Eddie realised that.  Eddie dropped Omar’s t-shirt on the floor after first holding it to his nose and inhaling deeply, the aroma of which caused his flagging hard-on to rage in his pants once again.  Eddie knelt down and, raising one knee, told Omar to lift his foot.  Eddie undid his shoelace and removed Omar’s runner; Eddie did the same to the other runner.  While kneeling in front of Omar, Eddie undid the tie on his trackie daks, pulled them down, and helped Omar step out of them.  When Eddie looked back at Omar, all he could see was Omar’s cock and balls cradled by his tighty whities, and Eddie swallowed thickly.

“Um,” Eddie started, “I think you’d better go into the bathroom, um, now,” he finished lamely.  Omar turned on his heel and walked into the bathroom, and Eddie watched the globes of his bubble butt as they flexed and contracted as he walked.  Eddie ripped his own clothes off and followed Omar into the bathroom shortly after.  Eddie dropped a towel on the floor for him to kneel on, and then he reached out and hooked his fingers in the waistband of Omar’s tighty whities, pulled them to the floor and helped Omar stand out of them.  Not being able to help himself, Eddie leaned forwards and buried his nose as deep into Omar’s pubic bush as he could and inhaled deeply.  Eddie felt the vibrations of Omar’s laugh more than he heard it, but he didn’t care, as what he really wanted to do was to suck Omar’s cock into his mouth and suckle on it.  Then before he could give it any more thought, that was exactly what he did.  Eddie sucked Omar’s cock into his mouth and began to lick and suck the head of his cock.

Eddie never knew a cock could taste so good; he ran his tongue over the head of Omar’s cock, feeling the piss slit as his tongue ran over it.  Eddie moved his tongue down and licked under the head of Omar’s cock, revelling in the taste sensations that he found there as Omar’s cock grew and thickened in his mouth.  Omar, for his part, grabbed Eddie’s head originally to pull him off his cock, but Eddie’s mouth was making him feel so good that he held it still so that Eddie would continue.  Omar began to slide his cock in and out of Eddie’s mouth, slowly savouring the sensation of Eddie’s tongue on his cock.  On each thrust of his cock, Omar drove his cock further into Eddie’s mouth until he felt his cock hit the opening of Eddie’s throat.  The sensation of his cock breaching Eddie’s throat made Omar gasp involuntarily, and as he felt Eddie’s throat muscles massaging his cock and sucking it down further, it almost made Omar cum on the spot.  But he mastered himself as he pushed his cock further and further down Eddie’s throat until his pubic hair was hitting Eddie in the nose with ever forwards thrust of Omar’s pelvis.  Not that Eddie was complaining; every time his nose hit Omar’s pubic bush, it got covered in sweat so that all Eddie could smell was Omar’s muskiness.  Eventually, Omar couldn’t hold his orgasm off any longer, and with a loud bellow, he shot his load of cum down Eddie’s throat, and Eddie swallowed every dropped and continued to suck the cum out of Omar’s cock as Omar pulled his cock out of Eddie’s mouth.

Both boys stayed in their respective positions until Eddie collected himself enough to get things ready for the task at hand.  Omar stood in the shower cubicle to give him room while Eddie got Omar’s razor out.  Eddie got out the can of shaving crème and lovingly lathered up Omar’s pubic bush before he set to with the razor and removed every hair of Omar’s pubic bush.  Eddie ensured that there were no hairs on Omar’s cock before he moved down and shaved Omar’s ball sack.  Eddie told Omar to turn around and bend over, and as soon as Omar’s arse cheeks separated, Eddie’s olfactory senses were assaulted again.  Still, but this time, it was the musky scent emanating from Omar’s cleft and anus.  Eddie desperately wanted to lick all the sweat from Omar’s cleft, but he kept his mind on the job and dutifully shaved Omar’s perineum and upper thighs.  Now, when he stood up and turned around, Eddie was greeted with the sight of Omar’s hairless crotch, and he couldn’t help but feel a little cheated.

Eddie pulled Omar out of the shower cubicle, set the water temperature to what Omar liked, and bade Omar get into the shower.  Eddie followed straight after before he closed the cubicle door.  As Omar was facing the faucet, Eddie stepped up behind him and hugged Omar around the chest; this allowed Eddie to stand very close to Omar, so close that he could feel his small cock being pushed against Omar’s cleft.  Reluctantly, Eddie broke the contact and stepped back, grabbed the face washer, and soap began to wash Omar’s back.  Starting with his shoulders, Eddie worked his way down Omar’s back until he came to Omar’s globes of his bubble butt, which Eddie washed before he separated Omar’s arse cheeks and washed his cleft.  Eddie worked his way down to Omar’s anus before he pushed Omar in the small of his back and told him to lean forwards, which Omar did.  Eddie washed Omar’s perineum and checked that he got every hair when he shaved Omar but couldn’t find any.  Eddie moved on down the backs of Omar’s legs before he told Omar to turn around, and as he turned around, Eddie got to see Omar’s cock as it swung out a bit from Omar’s groin.

Reluctantly, Eddie stood up and was going to kiss Omar, but he stopped himself just in time and continued to wash Omar’s body instead.  Eddie washed Omar’s chest, and again resisting the urge to lick and suck his paps, Eddie moved down to Omar’s abdomen and washed his six-pack.  Eddie moved down to Omar’s shaved pubic area and marvelled at how much bigger his cock looked now that it was no longer nestled in its nest of pubic hair.  Eddie washed Omar’s balls, ensuring that he got every hair from Omar’s groin and balls before he moved down and washed Omar’s legs.  When he’d finished, Eddie stood up and grabbed the shampoo bottle, and washed Omar’s hair before he finished washing Omar’s face.   Omar stepped out of the shower cubicle while Eddie washed himself very quickly before stepping out of the cubicle himself and dried Omar before drying himself.  As Eddie exited the bathroom, he saw a very naked Omar doing his prayers, so Eddie stood and watched as Omar stood, bowed, and prostrated himself on his prayer rug as he said his prayers.  Eddie was treated to the sight of Omar’s anus seemingly winking at him every time Omar prostrated himself, knelt, or stood up afterwards.  By the time Omar had finished his prayers, Eddie stood there with a raging hard-on between his legs.  Omar stood up, rolled up his prayer rug, and put it away in its protective cover.  Eddie watched Omar get dressed, and before he walked out the door, Omar invited Eddie to his place for a meal as his housemates wanted to thank him for rescuing Omar the other night.  Eddie agreed, and Omar walked out the door.

Eddie ran into his room and threw himself down in his bed as he grabbed his cock and fisted himself over the sight of a very naked Omar praying in his lounge room.  Edie cum and fell asleep almost instantly, very happy.