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Sam was the Guardian of the Varsity soccer back field. He was one of the Full Backs. The ball may go past him to the goal line, but not the opposing player. He was huge. Almost six feet tall and his muscular build tipped the scales around 250 pounds. At age 20, he was older than all other players.
Also, he was known to be an aggressive top. It was reputed that he had a harem of slave boys, all seniors, 18 and older. He was known to be very forceful, borderline sadistic towards his regulars. He would ram his cock up the ass of his willing victims. It was up to the bottoms to lube up and loosen the assholes before receiving the love shaft. Strangely, his harem boys loved him and would fight for his attention.
A fellow bottom, not Sam’s friend, warned me to stay away. “you’ll just get hurt; if you were to like his fuck style, he will make you pay:
“Pay?” I asked a little bewildered.. “You mean extort money, blackmail?”
“No, no. Not money, But being his bitch. to do his bidding, getting fucked by others on his say so; and forced to be in threesomes or in sex orgies etc!”
“Really?” I was terrorized by these revelations; but also a bit intrigued. There was a hint of an itch in my ass and a movement in my dick, I suppressed these signs and assigned my curiosity and destructive desires to the back of the brain.
A few weeks later there were the final matches and we won a quarter-final from the top team. There was a party in the gym building and someone brought in liquor. American whiskey, smuggled out of a stealth US Air Force base. There was music and even coed girls were invited, though in their own corner with no contact with the male students. Towards the evening hours the crowd thinned out. The Proctors ushered out the women.
As I started towards the exit, I was accosted by several wanna be Tops who playfully pulled me back, asking in drunk and halfway threatening way to hang around and allow some sexual play. I didn’t see a friend nearby and started to fear the mob around me 0f several other younger looking men. Someone pinched my buttocks and some ]one else tried to plant his lips on my face. I was getting real scared as i had heard of sexual assault by drunken mobs, resulting in grave injuries.
“Over here, Adam”. I heard a familiar voice, my corridor neighbor, Fahd. He pulled me out of the rioting throng and we safely made our way to our dorm.
“Thanks a mil, Fahd. That crowd was dangerous” istanbul travesti I said, touching his sleeve. He hugged me, and held me for a minute before letting me go.
“come have tea and Halva with me. I’ve got Jordanian baklava!” Now, Fahd was a brother from an Islamic country and it was not good form to initiate a sexual relationship with them. So I took his invite at its face. Still, I looked him over. He was much taller, though skinnier and was almost good looking.. But, not my type. He evoked no arousal in me.
Being a foreign student, the college housed him in a cubicle and he had no roommate; a fact that I realized too late. Especially as he bolted the door as soon as we were in his cubicle.
“Let’s be comfy” He said as he took off his jersey, shirt and pants, He put on the Abaya, an all enveloping cotton gown, and removed his underwear, too. His body show made no waves for me. He threw off an Abaya to me. “Come on!, Release your prison garb. Be at ease,”
“I’m fine, and am at ease. Thanks but I’m ok, Really!”
He puttered around with the tea prep. Soon we had steaming cups of warm sweet tea, as we leaned back and did inane small talk.
“Have some of this, from my hometown” and handed me the baklava tin
“Sure, I’d love to. Dieting can wait till Monday”
He laughed and plonked himself next to me and put his arms over me, squeezing my shoulders.
“Dear brother, I’m in big trouble. Ever since I came here I haven’t have a friend. Forget about a girl friend, there isn’t even a willing young man to be found. I’ve become a ‘maghlooq:”
“What’s that?” I asked as this word was unfamiliar to me, a second year Arabic student.
“A person afflicted with excessive masturbation” He intoned.
“Welcome to the club. At least 95% of boys and young men indulge in it and the other 5% are lying” I was pleased to learn a new word and getting an insight in his thinking.
Suddenly he lurched towards me and planting a kiss on my cheek, he groped my crotch. Pinning me down by his upper body, he zipped the fly open and tried to unbutton my jeans. Pulling up the front of the abaya, he rubbed his cock on my pants. I was taken aback by his assault and heaving myself up, threw him off of my face.
“What the fuck?” I screamed. “You ought to be ashamed for this behavior. I’m not a street slut picking up johns.” As I got to the door and was looking for the handle, he jumped istanbul travestileri in front of it.
“Please stay, let me explain” He was almost crying. “II swear by Allah that I was misled. They told me that all the males hanging around the Gym after the party were bottoms looking for tops. Sam had promised to introduce me to some one whose description fitted you.” He apologized again and asked me to stay and finish the tea and baklava. He opened the door and moved away.
I was in a predicament. Reporting him would also invite my scrutiny by the authorities, and being a known bottom would work against me. Also, him being a foreign student would be a factor.
“Perhaps next time, you should make a seductive approach. Even if I was attracted to you in a sexual way and wanted to have relationship with you, your assault would have put me off.”
“Please brother, forgive me and let’s eat and tell jokes.” He gently pulled me back in and closed the door. We sat at the edge of the bed, with our thighs touching. He edged closer to me and ever so slowly raised his abaya revealing his upper legs. His cock was making a high tent and there was a wet spot at top.
“Brother, you are more sexy than a young girl” He whispered.. ” “I cannot control my self. Look at my Qazeeb (Ar. Penis)” saying this he pulled up the garment all the way up and showed his long, not very fat curved cock. Gently grabbing my hand he put it on the hot cock.
Now his physique was not attractive to me, but the desirable throbbing cock was another matter. I let my hand stay on it and turned to face him. His face was already there and he put his lips on mine for a long wet kiss. In a loving way he removed my clothes and took off his Abaya. Kneeling before me he took my smaller but fatter dick in his mouth and gave it a long expert lick.Putting the light off he made us lie down like husband and wife. We entwined our bodies together, going down on each other alternately. His body was warmer than mine and his touch in sensitive places was almost electric.
“Brother allow me to put this special oil. I brought it from home and tonight is the first time its used. He liberally smeared this oil on my asshole. It was warm and peppery. The effect was. to moisten and loosen the ass muscles. Lying on top of me he slowly inserted his long tool. pushing it in by inches all the while whispering sweet Arabic in my ears. When most of the cock was in, travesti istanbul he gave a low shout and started riding me like a cowboy. Jumping up and down and pulling it out to ram in with force. My prostate was tickled and I almost came twice.
Next night I gathered some guts and went to Sam’s dorm. He was in alone and was surprised to see me..
“Adam is it?” He said as he got off the bed. Up close, he was bigger than on the soccer field. He was big but the muscles were layered in body fat. I could just feel the all enveloping warmth of his embrace.
“Come in, make yourself at home” he pulled me in and closed the door. “What can I do for you?” He guided me on the nicely made up bed with cushions as he sat opposite on the other bed. He was wearing shorts and a sleeveless T shirt. He had a chest full of soft dark hair as were hi legs covered with silky hair,
“Fahd told me that you were going to introduce him to me,” I started on my prepared speech. “So I thought that I should at least let myself be known to you.”
“Actually I did. But that was for help in Cultural Anthology class work, as I had read your published paper” He smiled “What did Fahd want from you?”
“It doesn’t matter, I’m sorry to have troubled you” I said as a deflated balloon as I got up. I was too ashamed to have given in to Fahd and making an ass of myself here.
“No, don’t go just yet.” He, too, got up and putting his arms around me, pulled me back to his bed, The warmth of his embrace and the feel of his masculinity dissolved my self control and I clung to him. Laying me down, he kissed me and and started taking off my shirt and shorts, He kissed me all over: behind the ears on the neck, my thighs and buttocks etc. Taking off his shorts he brought his short but very fat and hard as rebar cock. I could not take it fully in my mouth. I massaged the cock as I licked his large balls. He had shaved all the pubes and the days old growth scratched my lips and increased my libido,
“I had a hard on soon as you entered. I had to meet you and enjoy your body and your smarts.” He bent me over the edge of the bed and with only spit as lube set his cock-head on my asshole and started pushing slowly. He nibbled at my ears, scribed my pubes and played with my cock as he kept pushing relentlessly. Soon the head was in the over stretched ass. He took it out asking me to put spit on my ass, he slathered his cock and now lying on my back he raised my legs and fucked the daylights off me. He stopped again for re-lube and now he put me face down and climbed on top of me. He put his weight on my ass as his cock continued its exploration, I came soon and in my mind enrolled as a bitch to the Sam the Guardian
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