When the lift arrived his family entered first, filling it up quickly. He was left behind with me and my cousin. When we entered the next lift, I introduced myself and found out he was on the same floor as us. I asked if he was visiting with his family and he nodded his head, lamenting that with the wife around, he had little chance of sneaking out to have fun on his own. I winked at him and said, "you can always pop over to my room and we can have some fun." He gave out a loud chuckle saying, "oh, but I like girls, I like a tight hole to screw." His hand grabbed his groin as he said those words. I retorted, "my man-cunt is tighter than the tightest vagina. You've got to try it to know it." He laughed and patted me on my buttocks. I gave him my room number and we walked out the lift. I felt his hand squeezed my bottom when we were about to part ways, he moving to the right while me and my cousin to the left of the long corridor.
About half an hour later, the phone by my bedside rang. I answered and was excited that it was Ahmed. He said he didn't mind coming over but only if I was alone in the room. He said it felt weird to have another man in the room. So I sent my ever understanding and cooperative cousin to the lobby lounge and waited for Ahmed. Soon I heard the doorbell and on opening the door, was greeted by that killer smile of his.
I invited him in and he sat on the armchair. I sat on the bed opposite him. We talked about almost everything under the sun and then the topic turned to sex. He told me how he lost his virginity to a senior girl in university in England, who invited him into her bed, and how much he enjoyed getting head from her. He lamented that his wife wouldn't even lick his cockhead let alone his entire cock.
"Any guy can get laid," Ahmed said matter-of-factly, "But how many guys can get a girl to suck their dick, and taste their cum. That's hot. I like making them swallow," he laughed. "They don't like it, but they do it," he continued, smiling. "I've made girls cry sometimes," he finished, lust and pride in his voice. I asked him casually how often he got laid where he was now based.
"Not so much now that I am married. Perhaps once or twice a week," He smiled and grabbed his crotch proudly. "But none in this past week since we've been on holiday," looking a little sad.
"I've got something you'll enjoy, then", I almost stammered, as I lowered the lights and put on a straight porn video.
"Damn, that's hot," he smiled. "Making me horny, dude!" He giggled and started watching the video intently. Gradually, he grew quieter, more focused and intent. Several minutes later I gathered my nerves and suggested we rub one out together. I rolled down my boxers, already wet with precum, and started fondling my flaccid dick, pretending to be really into the video. I saw him awkwardly glancing in my direction but still not making an effort to join me. "Come on, man!" I teased playfully, gently, a few minutes later.
"Fuck it," he slurred and unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his knees, revealing his fitted, light grey Gap briefs and a noticeable lump between his muscled thighs. I pretended not to look as he slid his briefs off, just enough to release his erect cock, which swung out immediately. He started playing with his head, and sighed. He hadn't showered since the morning, and the ripe smell of his pubes mixed with a hint of fresh soap hung in the air. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Fuck, that's hot," I whispered, jerking and looking at the video. "Why don't you lie down on the bed ... and and get more comfortable," I suggested. I was so turned on by him, I was barely coherent. I gently steered him to lie back and in doing so, he got rid of his jeans with his feet, leaving his briefs at the knees.
"Yeah, that's better," he sighed. I waited a couple of minutes before I came out with it: "Let me jerk you off, man...see how it feels," I ventured. He eyed me suspiciously, but he was also very horny - this is how straight guys are usually seduced - so he seemed to consider it.
"Thanks but no, I don't think so," he responded. He closed his hand around his cock and started jerking off, watching the video. A few minutes later I gathered my courage and gently tucked on his briefs.
"No, please, no," he said but not in a fierce way and tried to resist by drawing in his legs away from me.
"I'm just trying to get you more comfortable, you ass!" I joked. He sighed and relented. I peeled his briefs off his muscled thighs and calves, and off his feet. I then spread his legs a bit, noting with growing lust the ringlets of dark, curly pubic hair surrounding his large scrotum, and finally reached over and touched his thick, brown cock. Ahmed flinched.
"Let me show you a good time, Ahmed," was all I could stutter, as I continued to seek contact with his cock through his hand. He gave out a loud sigh and then pulled away his own hand, leaving me to stroke it. His cock was slightly wet from his precum. He flinched again and drew in his breath as I touched his most private parts, breathing heavily.
Halfway through, he said, "stop, let me wash it clean for you." Then getting off the bed, he headed to the bathroom and washed his dick clean at the wash basin.
Once back in bed, he whispered, "jerk it, it feels so good" his head turned sideways toward the video. I complied, bringing myself closer to his genitals, totally turned on by his thick, creamy inner thighs, peppered with dark hair, and moist, brown scrotum. I started jerking him faster, as he sighed and his ripped abdomen began to flex, rising and falling with his heavy breathing. Finally, when I could tell he was totally distracted, I leaned down - slowly so he wouldn't notice - and took his perfectly shaped cock head in my mouth, sucking hard. Ahmed was caught by surprise; he moaned loudly as his cock released fresh precum into my mouth. I almost passed out as I took in the musky smell and taste of his deliciously beautiful genitalia.
"Shit, man. That feels so good!" he slurred. I responded by showering his cock head with soft kisses and licks to show how much I wanted to worship him. The feel and taste of his cut cock - he must have been about 7 inches or more - was phenomenal. A soft and swollen mushroom head, coated with sweet precum. I used my tongue to tickle his glans, kissing and licking his head softly while using my hand to jerk him off. Then, I did what every stud wants: I deepthroated him, holding his cock as far in my mouth as I possibly could. Ahmed moaned again, this time more loudly...and started slowly fucking my mouth, rhythmically raising his ass to thrust in, again and again, his head turned away toward the helpful video. I moaned as more precum leaked from his cock slit into my mouth.
"Fuck! I am near," he shouted and tried to push me away with his hands, but it was too late. He was too close. The young stud started bucking in my mouth, just as I'd always imagined. I quickened my pace, deepthroating him, making him squirm and moan.
"Oh lord ... I'm cummmmmmmmmmmming ... oh fuck, I'm cumming in your mouth, I'm cummmmmmmming in your mouth!" He groaned as he tensed his body, and then, he started bucking in my mouth like a stallion in heat. He gripped my head, closed his legs tightly around my ears, and began to shoot his man juice into my mouth. Warm jets of sweet cum hit the inside of my mouth and throat, as my gorgeous stud threw back his head, his face contorted as if in pain, eyes tightly closed, moaning and quivering, and released his seed, his pelvis jerking spasmodically as he humped my mouth, until he was spent.
It may sound funny, but in those few seconds that he gripped me with his legs and kept my head in place as he thrust and ejaculated in my mouth, I felt he was more mine than any girl he had ever bedded. There was a quality of intimacy about the way he gave himself completely to me...and I felt very powerful about being the first guy to bring this straight, handsome young boy to such a state of complete surrender. It was a privilege to know that no other guy had been where Ahmed had just allowed me to go.
By the time he let go, his cock was soft in my mouth. He turned away, his eyes closed. "How was that?" I asked.
"Intense," he muttered.
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