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Remembering Faggot Boy QASIM
By: Londebaaz Chohan
I cannot say why but I am remembering one of my bona fide gay bottom boy Qasim since the last week almost. First time I met him was in a chat room of a gay site on the internet. He was answering everybody and sounded sweet. The reasons, I got interested in him were multi folds. He was admitting that he was gay, he was admitting that he was a self-proclaimed born to be a bottom and he was hardly half an hour away from me. If those were not the enough reasons, his face photo was seen with every message line he sent in. What a fucking beauty. I did not know if he would like to be under me as my boy toy but of course I was interested and my cock was already getting hard and ready to fuck him. After exchanging couple of words to and fro, I invited him to come in for a private chat through the system set up by that gay site. Qasim responded and now we were conversing with each other in private.
He told me that he was born and raised in S. Africa to an American mother and an Indian father. He also told me that his grandfather had migrated from India to South Africa about 10 years before the British rulers’ left after the partition of then India, into two countries. I do not want to go into details for why; but knowing him to be of an Indian descent, my cock was getting extra hard and long too bouncing in my lap and being even more eager to fuck him sooner if possible. As he asked, I sent him my face photo as well as couple of photos of my healthy, beautiful hard cock and balls. He was impressed by my extra-long size and width as well and asked me if we could meet. My heart jumped. He was ready to meet me as he saw my location that was not far from him. I did not ask but was almost sure that once he saw my cock live and realized it to be even better looking than in the photos; his ass shall be mine if he was really a gay bottom and hungry for a good fucking cock. He said, he could be with me in less than an hour. It was around 8:00 pm. He told me that he had taken the dinner but would not mind couple of the after dinner drinks and he would prefer it to be Gin and tonic if I had it in stock. I knew; his ass was surely mine now because I had an unopened bottle of the Beefeater brand premium Gin with me. I usually used JW Black but Gin was also nice and so I had bought a bottle maybe a month earlier. I gave him directions after the exit from the Parkway and our connection broke.
Qasim called me in almost 45 minutes or so, telling me that he was at the Mobil gas station after taking the exit from the parkway for a fill up and shall be with me in less than 15 minutes. My already hard cock was jumping with happiness. Hearing the door bell, I opened the door. A true angelical face, Qasim must be around 25, with sexy olive brown color, nice built, black hair and brown eyes. He was about 5’ 8” tall. I opened the door wide to welcome him inside. As he pushed past me through the door, his shoulders and arms hard brushed across my chest and his legs narrowly missed the rubbing against my stiff cock in my jeans. He walked straight into the living room and took a seat on the sofa chair against the coffee table decorated with the bottle of the Beefeater Gin, couple of cans of cold Tonic water and 2 crystal tumblers, waiting for him.
We sat talking and consuming the Gin and I learnt that South Africa was quite a hostile place for the gays according to Qasim. He told me that when his parents got divorced, he was touching 18, his mom who was a nurse, specializing in the Emergency room care, waited for about 3 months till his graduation from the High School before moving back home. He said that he was virgin by then. They had moved back to Michigan. Qasim told me that the family almost disowned her mother only for the reason that she was married to and then divorced by an Indian man. Qasim remembered, how his mother got him admitted in a very good University in Delaware; where he completed his undergraduate classes in Microbiology.
Unfortunately, during these 4 years his mom got sick and passed on due to the cancer. It was hard time for Qasim but he stayed with his studies and finished his Masters from the University of Pennsylvania in Microbiology and now he was working as a Manager at a Private Laboratory. He did not hesitate to tell me of being fucked on his very first day in the dormitory by his roommate. We sat there for couple of hours talking and I was afraid that now Qasim might ask to be leaving. Although, we had consumed almost full bottle of Gin but I was not feeling much more than a bit dizzy and so was Qasim. He asked me about the bathroom and I directed him to the one attached to the bedroom as I walked behind him watching his marvelous looking ass balloons, truly raised up a bit, then rounding large and formed into muscular thighs before getting conformed into sexy tall legs supporting his awesome plump ass walking in front of me making me dizzier and needy to fuck that ass. As he came out of the bathroom, he asked me in no uncertain words, if we were fucking or I was going to ask him to leave. He was wearing a long shorts and a tight fitting black t-shirt, contrasting with his very fair colored skin; which made my cock throb much harder, sure to see him naked. I cannot say for sure, if I was in complete control of myself. Then all of a sudden, he was beside me after closing the bathroom door click shut.
“Your hard-on is so obvious”. Qasim told me with a smile. “I want to help you with that and give you what you need to solve this problem”. As he completed his sentence, he reached to his waist and grab pulled his t-shirt over his head in one swift move. His chest was magnificent; not excessively broad but toned and hairless. His nipples were much darker than pink and well-defined abs. “I hope, I look tasty to you”, he said; walked close to me, held out his arm to grip and rub his hand against the log in my jeans. “Take off your clothes”. It was not a request, “Show me my new toy”. Qasim was very resolute in his tone as he dropped his shorts to reveal at least 6” or more of his beautiful cut cock and the matching balls. He was not wearing an underwear. Watching me undo the buttons, he quickly kneeled between my legs and began pulling my zipper with his teeth as I pulled my shirt over my head and missed the scene as my cock got dragged down with my jeans and the boxers, pulled by his hands to jump back up like a jack in the box to smack in the middle of his face like a leather whip. “Nice cock”, he commented. I did not have to tell him to take my jeans off me but I did ask him if he liked to see my 8” long and at least 8” in thickness cut cock decorated with lots of blue veins making it even thicker than 8”. He only smiled and grabbed my cock close to its thickest base as I asked him to stroke it for me and he obeyed making me moan from the depth of my chest. I told him, how pretty he looked, down on his knees at my feet. “Now open your mother fucking lips and take my cock in”. I almost ordered him. He was trying to look up in my eyes as I stood towering over him and we joined together by way of my cock in his mouth.
Very subtly, I moved my hips sinking at least another 2 inches in Qasim’s warm, wet mouth making him quit the resistance. “Faggot boy”, I told him, “You are my cocksucker. Open up and take some more”. I shoved another couple of solid inches into his mouth, making him feel my helmet trying to enter his throat. Now I grabbed his hair making him look at me again and began thrusting my meat column, in and out of his throat. “You are such a great cocksucker”; I told the faggot boy as he grunted in affirming. “Oh, yeah. Suck my cock, you mother fucking faggot bitch. Take some more”. With that, for my next stroke, I did not stop when my helmet reached his throat. I used the brute force to jam further, choking him. “Yes faggot, choke on my cock. You look really beautiful there on your knees and your lips wrapped around my bamboo; like a true faggot boy. As he began choking, I pulled back and then slammed back in again, slowly setting the pace to own his throat for my cock. I could see Qasim stroking himself as I fucked his skull.
“Come on faggot boy, you still have at least 2” more to take. Fuck you man, lick my soft head and suck harder for these last couple inches”. As I felt his lower lip around my sack, I yelled, “Yes, you faggot boy; you were made for this. Very nice effort, of course”. Now my cock was very slick with his spit and much easier to take all and I was not going to be a derelict to regain my pace to fuck his mouth harder and faster as he pouted his lips over his teeth to make it easy for him to take all of my meat. I kept encouraging him by complementing him loud, “That it boy. That’s the way faggot boy. You are too good”. By now, I was breathing very hard, almost panting. My hand on his head was guiding him up and down my cock, burying his nose in my shaved pubis and his forehead felt against my navel.
“I am cumming”. I shouted for him and he started to pull off my cock. His mouth must have been halfway on my shaft, when I stopped him with my hands. He raised his eyes making his head tilt a little, just as my first spurt shot into his fucking mouth. “Take it faggot”; I whispered. “Swallow my juice”. At least 7-8 squirts followed the first one for Qasim. I could feel his throat muscles work to swallow the big load. My cock was becoming extremely sensitive as I took hold of it and milked the rest of my sperm completely in his mouth. I was hard as steel even now.
Reaching low, I grabbed fistful of his hair and made him stand on his feet for a deep and wet kiss while praising his beautiful frame. I pushed him a little bit backwards to the bed behind him to fall on it, I landed on top of him. Our cocks were rubbing and our faces were inches apart. We were both moaning as my hips worked, humped my cock with his hard length. To me nothing else in the world mattered except enjoying the rubbing of our cocks together and the hot friction from his cock on mine. Suddenly I heard him begging to suck my cock again. He seemed to extremely eager.
“Oh, faggot boy being hungry, greedy for blowing my cock. I am ready to take your ass boy and you will love it. Look your cock is so hard, stiff as a rock. If you did not want me to make you my faggot boy, you won’t be hard.
I slid my hands behind his knees, pushing his legs up and back spreading them wide to give himself all the access, he needed. I heard Qasim muttering about the killer thickness of my shaft and asked me to keep it slow and easy while I spat on his exposed hole, getting on my knees and moving over him. Already big and wet cock head of mine was knocking on his hole making his eyes open wide as I pushed harder. Qasim thrusted his hips upwards as I felt my cock head, open him wide. He groaned with pain as my breath gasped rapidly.
“Oh God! It is hurting bad”. Qasim yelped.
“Your new god is already couple inches deep in your tight ass, bitch boy”. I am going to hold still and let you feel comfortable with it. “I do not see the need to tear your open”. I had stopped my relentless beseeching of his hole, making him moan while his ass twisted and adjusted to my invasion. My face was few inches above his, watching his expressions closely before starting to move my hips once again, this time in circles to probe Qasim’s innards in variant angles. He was making some groaning noises now, not feeling the pain as much this time but a happy mix of pleasure to it as well. “Get ready for the shaft, faggot boy” I cautioned him and began sinking my dangerously thick length into him until he felt my balls as a hilt, as well as the stubbles of shaved pubes on his ass puckering, wanting to wrap tight around my bamboo.
“You have it all 8” inside you, faggot boy and now I am going to fuck you a lot”. I cautioned him while dragging my hips backwards until just the head remained inside him, ramming back home in a rush. I positively long dicked him for over 5 minutes, producing delightful friction. We were sweating like pigs and Qasim was arching his body to meet and endure my thrusts. Stopping the thrusts all together, I lowered my chest to his, instead of supporting my weight on my arms, I felt the warmth of his wet skin and his cock and balls. “Oh Qasim!! You really enjoy getting fucked and giving yourself to men”. I said as I thrusted my cock deep inside him, making him moan once again. I told him, what a great fuck he was, how tight was his hole and how much I was going to enjoy fucking him as my fuck buddy. I am sure, my words were getting to him. He was loving to be my pussy boy. He was ready to be my full time bitch giving me his mouth or the ass; whenever, however and wherever I wanted. Qasim was taking my words and thoughts along with my thick sex muscle as he lay there on his back plugged in his ass hole. His muscles were stood out from the exertion of being fucked hard. He was leaking pre cum much more than myself, enjoying the joy of taking my cock and getting off.
There was no surprise but I still loved to hear him say that he adored my thick cock in him and being fucked by me. I rewarded him with a grin and showed him my gratitude telling him that I knew, he wanted to be fucked by me from the moment he consented to come see me at my place. My cock was becoming over sensitive and my orgasm was surging fast making me pull out of Qasim.
“O’ AW”. He first time called me by my name while begging, not to stop now. His empty hole was hurting more, he told me. I realized, being told by many boys that an empty ass was far more painful than a stressed, stretched hole and asked him to be on his knees and the shoulders. I wanted to fuck him like he was my bitch boy; from behind, with his ass raised high in the air. He obeyed and scrambled quickly on the bed to offer me his ass as I told him and I moved behind him. My heat seeking missile searching for his warm entrance. I had a fistful of his hair, straining his neck and his hole getting eager to be impaled on my big cock.
“I want your cock inside me, AW. I need to be fucked by your big cock”. Qasim whispered to me, feeling pain of his hair being pulled hard in my hands. I still held his hair firmly and rammed my cock into him creating an even more intensity for taking my full length like that and before he could moan with joy or growl with pain; I pulled out completely and slammed back in once again. I cackled to hear Qasim yelp as I penetrated him for the third and then the fourth time with full length of swollen 8”; rapidly graduating to fuck him faster but still pulling totally out of his ass and then jabbing in back with vigor and asking him to take it like a man. I was wedged in him over and over for at least 5 minutes; plugging his ass tight. Finally, I released his hair letting him drop his head down as I pulled out of him to lay down on my back. He looked to see my cock hard as steel pointing up and heard me to climb on and enjoy the ride. I told him; I wanted to see him fuck himself on my monstrous sex pole. He cooed but moved over quickly to obey.
Straddling his ass on my knees, he reached down to hold my cock aiming his hole to it and slid down making me sigh in pleasure. Now his both hands came to my chest and began tearing my nipples while his ass started bouncing on my fat cock. Soon my nipples were as hard as my cock. Now Qasim began to jerk his hard, respectable length whispering that he wanted to cum with me jetting in his ass. With no warning, I rolled Qasim off my cock and rolled myself off the bed to stand on the floor by the edge of the bed. My hard cock length extended in my front.
“Come on, pussy boy, be on your fours for my cock” and gestured him to be at the proper spot on the bed offering his ass to my cock. Holding his one shoulder with my firm grip, I placed one of my foot on the edge of the mattress to call all the forces and penetrated his hole with full power and gusto. Qasim oouhed and writhed with pain, almost falling on his arms due to this brutal action but I kept one hand on his shoulder and other on his hip to hold him still for the blatant, deliberate fucking of his ass. This was another good session for almost 5—7 minutes of ass fucking fun; at times Qasim asking to keep fucking him faster and harder and at times simply enjoying the moments of mixed ecstasy and the hurting in his dirt hole. Qasim would stop and start jerking while I had started panting from the effort; knowing that my orgasm had started to pulsate and the climax was not far away causing me to ejaculate and breed Qasim.
I quickly yanked out of him but with the same urgency, I climbed the bed and Qasim’s ass. Now his body was between my legs, my feet inside his knees and my hands were holding his head up by gripping under his chin. Wasting no time, I resumed the rhythm and pace of fucking in his ass tunnel. Sensing my urgency and vowing to keep his desire to cum together, he also started massaging his cock furiously, making him ready to cum with me. With no more than a dozen thrusts in his ass, my entire body tensed and began to pump cum in his ass as I screamed, “Ahh fuck you Qasim, yeah”. Next moment Qasim’s ass flexed spasm after spasm on my cock shaft and he began shooting all over his hand and he cried out, “Oh God”.
I laughed out loud reminding him that his new god has his cock wedged in his ass and is breeding him. We stayed in position until tension flowed out both of us. My cock limped and plopped out of him and I could feel his cock fizzling as well, before we collapsed on the bed. I told Qasim that he was a very good fuck and that his boy pussy was still very tight. I climbed off the bed to walk to the bathroom. Hearing the water running, Qasim walked into the bathroom as well and was very upset to see my cock washed out and clean. I moved a bit to the side to give him some room at the sink. He almost brought his hands under the faucet to wash his cum off them but then started licking them clean and asked me if I was calling it a night.
Realizing that he was in a mood and wanted me to take his ass again, seeing him licking his fingers clean of his own cum; I dragged him fast into the shower stall. Making him suck my cock and helping him clean his hand with my tongue, made me achieve an erection much faster and I pushed Qasim to the wall of the shower stall. He spread his ankles wide and arched his back to bend over and offer me his ass once again.
After fucking him in the shower, we fucked once again in the bed but not before waking up after a long snooze. After the last fucking, Qasim had to leave as he was to go to work for the early morning shift. He was my fuck buddy for couple of years and honestly, I had lots of fun with him every time we were naked in the bed together. Although, he changed his job and moved to be with a black guy as a long term fuck toy for him, we spoke on the phone until I lost touch with him. I wish him well, wherever he maybe now and shall try to write some more of my memories of fucking him, especially the travelling we did together to UK and exploring of UAE.
The End. Your comments are appreciated. Londebaaz Chohan Nov. 29/2019.
By: Londebaaz Chohan
I cannot say why but I am remembering one of my bona fide gay bottom boy Qasim since the last week almost. First time I met him was in a chat room of a gay site on the internet. He was answering everybody and sounded sweet. The reasons, I got interested in him were multi folds. He was admitting that he was gay, he was admitting that he was a self-proclaimed born to be a bottom and he was hardly half an hour away from me. If those were not the enough reasons, his face photo was seen with every message line he sent in. What a fucking beauty. I did not know if he would like to be under me as my boy toy but of course I was interested and my cock was already getting hard and ready to fuck him. After exchanging couple of words to and fro, I invited him to come in for a private chat through the system set up by that gay site. Qasim responded and now we were conversing with each other in private.
He told me that he was born and raised in S. Africa to an American mother and an Indian father. He also told me that his grandfather had migrated from India to South Africa about 10 years before the British rulers’ left after the partition of then India, into two countries. I do not want to go into details for why; but knowing him to be of an Indian descent, my cock was getting extra hard and long too bouncing in my lap and being even more eager to fuck him sooner if possible. As he asked, I sent him my face photo as well as couple of photos of my healthy, beautiful hard cock and balls. He was impressed by my extra-long size and width as well and asked me if we could meet. My heart jumped. He was ready to meet me as he saw my location that was not far from him. I did not ask but was almost sure that once he saw my cock live and realized it to be even better looking than in the photos; his ass shall be mine if he was really a gay bottom and hungry for a good fucking cock. He said, he could be with me in less than an hour. It was around 8:00 pm. He told me that he had taken the dinner but would not mind couple of the after dinner drinks and he would prefer it to be Gin and tonic if I had it in stock. I knew; his ass was surely mine now because I had an unopened bottle of the Beefeater brand premium Gin with me. I usually used JW Black but Gin was also nice and so I had bought a bottle maybe a month earlier. I gave him directions after the exit from the Parkway and our connection broke.
Qasim called me in almost 45 minutes or so, telling me that he was at the Mobil gas station after taking the exit from the parkway for a fill up and shall be with me in less than 15 minutes. My already hard cock was jumping with happiness. Hearing the door bell, I opened the door. A true angelical face, Qasim must be around 25, with sexy olive brown color, nice built, black hair and brown eyes. He was about 5’ 8” tall. I opened the door wide to welcome him inside. As he pushed past me through the door, his shoulders and arms hard brushed across my chest and his legs narrowly missed the rubbing against my stiff cock in my jeans. He walked straight into the living room and took a seat on the sofa chair against the coffee table decorated with the bottle of the Beefeater Gin, couple of cans of cold Tonic water and 2 crystal tumblers, waiting for him.
We sat talking and consuming the Gin and I learnt that South Africa was quite a hostile place for the gays according to Qasim. He told me that when his parents got divorced, he was touching 18, his mom who was a nurse, specializing in the Emergency room care, waited for about 3 months till his graduation from the High School before moving back home. He said that he was virgin by then. They had moved back to Michigan. Qasim told me that the family almost disowned her mother only for the reason that she was married to and then divorced by an Indian man. Qasim remembered, how his mother got him admitted in a very good University in Delaware; where he completed his undergraduate classes in Microbiology.
Unfortunately, during these 4 years his mom got sick and passed on due to the cancer. It was hard time for Qasim but he stayed with his studies and finished his Masters from the University of Pennsylvania in Microbiology and now he was working as a Manager at a Private Laboratory. He did not hesitate to tell me of being fucked on his very first day in the dormitory by his roommate. We sat there for couple of hours talking and I was afraid that now Qasim might ask to be leaving. Although, we had consumed almost full bottle of Gin but I was not feeling much more than a bit dizzy and so was Qasim. He asked me about the bathroom and I directed him to the one attached to the bedroom as I walked behind him watching his marvelous looking ass balloons, truly raised up a bit, then rounding large and formed into muscular thighs before getting conformed into sexy tall legs supporting his awesome plump ass walking in front of me making me dizzier and needy to fuck that ass. As he came out of the bathroom, he asked me in no uncertain words, if we were fucking or I was going to ask him to leave. He was wearing a long shorts and a tight fitting black t-shirt, contrasting with his very fair colored skin; which made my cock throb much harder, sure to see him naked. I cannot say for sure, if I was in complete control of myself. Then all of a sudden, he was beside me after closing the bathroom door click shut.
“Your hard-on is so obvious”. Qasim told me with a smile. “I want to help you with that and give you what you need to solve this problem”. As he completed his sentence, he reached to his waist and grab pulled his t-shirt over his head in one swift move. His chest was magnificent; not excessively broad but toned and hairless. His nipples were much darker than pink and well-defined abs. “I hope, I look tasty to you”, he said; walked close to me, held out his arm to grip and rub his hand against the log in my jeans. “Take off your clothes”. It was not a request, “Show me my new toy”. Qasim was very resolute in his tone as he dropped his shorts to reveal at least 6” or more of his beautiful cut cock and the matching balls. He was not wearing an underwear. Watching me undo the buttons, he quickly kneeled between my legs and began pulling my zipper with his teeth as I pulled my shirt over my head and missed the scene as my cock got dragged down with my jeans and the boxers, pulled by his hands to jump back up like a jack in the box to smack in the middle of his face like a leather whip. “Nice cock”, he commented. I did not have to tell him to take my jeans off me but I did ask him if he liked to see my 8” long and at least 8” in thickness cut cock decorated with lots of blue veins making it even thicker than 8”. He only smiled and grabbed my cock close to its thickest base as I asked him to stroke it for me and he obeyed making me moan from the depth of my chest. I told him, how pretty he looked, down on his knees at my feet. “Now open your mother fucking lips and take my cock in”. I almost ordered him. He was trying to look up in my eyes as I stood towering over him and we joined together by way of my cock in his mouth.
Very subtly, I moved my hips sinking at least another 2 inches in Qasim’s warm, wet mouth making him quit the resistance. “Faggot boy”, I told him, “You are my cocksucker. Open up and take some more”. I shoved another couple of solid inches into his mouth, making him feel my helmet trying to enter his throat. Now I grabbed his hair making him look at me again and began thrusting my meat column, in and out of his throat. “You are such a great cocksucker”; I told the faggot boy as he grunted in affirming. “Oh, yeah. Suck my cock, you mother fucking faggot bitch. Take some more”. With that, for my next stroke, I did not stop when my helmet reached his throat. I used the brute force to jam further, choking him. “Yes faggot, choke on my cock. You look really beautiful there on your knees and your lips wrapped around my bamboo; like a true faggot boy. As he began choking, I pulled back and then slammed back in again, slowly setting the pace to own his throat for my cock. I could see Qasim stroking himself as I fucked his skull.
“Come on faggot boy, you still have at least 2” more to take. Fuck you man, lick my soft head and suck harder for these last couple inches”. As I felt his lower lip around my sack, I yelled, “Yes, you faggot boy; you were made for this. Very nice effort, of course”. Now my cock was very slick with his spit and much easier to take all and I was not going to be a derelict to regain my pace to fuck his mouth harder and faster as he pouted his lips over his teeth to make it easy for him to take all of my meat. I kept encouraging him by complementing him loud, “That it boy. That’s the way faggot boy. You are too good”. By now, I was breathing very hard, almost panting. My hand on his head was guiding him up and down my cock, burying his nose in my shaved pubis and his forehead felt against my navel.
“I am cumming”. I shouted for him and he started to pull off my cock. His mouth must have been halfway on my shaft, when I stopped him with my hands. He raised his eyes making his head tilt a little, just as my first spurt shot into his fucking mouth. “Take it faggot”; I whispered. “Swallow my juice”. At least 7-8 squirts followed the first one for Qasim. I could feel his throat muscles work to swallow the big load. My cock was becoming extremely sensitive as I took hold of it and milked the rest of my sperm completely in his mouth. I was hard as steel even now.
Reaching low, I grabbed fistful of his hair and made him stand on his feet for a deep and wet kiss while praising his beautiful frame. I pushed him a little bit backwards to the bed behind him to fall on it, I landed on top of him. Our cocks were rubbing and our faces were inches apart. We were both moaning as my hips worked, humped my cock with his hard length. To me nothing else in the world mattered except enjoying the rubbing of our cocks together and the hot friction from his cock on mine. Suddenly I heard him begging to suck my cock again. He seemed to extremely eager.
“Oh, faggot boy being hungry, greedy for blowing my cock. I am ready to take your ass boy and you will love it. Look your cock is so hard, stiff as a rock. If you did not want me to make you my faggot boy, you won’t be hard.
I slid my hands behind his knees, pushing his legs up and back spreading them wide to give himself all the access, he needed. I heard Qasim muttering about the killer thickness of my shaft and asked me to keep it slow and easy while I spat on his exposed hole, getting on my knees and moving over him. Already big and wet cock head of mine was knocking on his hole making his eyes open wide as I pushed harder. Qasim thrusted his hips upwards as I felt my cock head, open him wide. He groaned with pain as my breath gasped rapidly.
“Oh God! It is hurting bad”. Qasim yelped.
“Your new god is already couple inches deep in your tight ass, bitch boy”. I am going to hold still and let you feel comfortable with it. “I do not see the need to tear your open”. I had stopped my relentless beseeching of his hole, making him moan while his ass twisted and adjusted to my invasion. My face was few inches above his, watching his expressions closely before starting to move my hips once again, this time in circles to probe Qasim’s innards in variant angles. He was making some groaning noises now, not feeling the pain as much this time but a happy mix of pleasure to it as well. “Get ready for the shaft, faggot boy” I cautioned him and began sinking my dangerously thick length into him until he felt my balls as a hilt, as well as the stubbles of shaved pubes on his ass puckering, wanting to wrap tight around my bamboo.
“You have it all 8” inside you, faggot boy and now I am going to fuck you a lot”. I cautioned him while dragging my hips backwards until just the head remained inside him, ramming back home in a rush. I positively long dicked him for over 5 minutes, producing delightful friction. We were sweating like pigs and Qasim was arching his body to meet and endure my thrusts. Stopping the thrusts all together, I lowered my chest to his, instead of supporting my weight on my arms, I felt the warmth of his wet skin and his cock and balls. “Oh Qasim!! You really enjoy getting fucked and giving yourself to men”. I said as I thrusted my cock deep inside him, making him moan once again. I told him, what a great fuck he was, how tight was his hole and how much I was going to enjoy fucking him as my fuck buddy. I am sure, my words were getting to him. He was loving to be my pussy boy. He was ready to be my full time bitch giving me his mouth or the ass; whenever, however and wherever I wanted. Qasim was taking my words and thoughts along with my thick sex muscle as he lay there on his back plugged in his ass hole. His muscles were stood out from the exertion of being fucked hard. He was leaking pre cum much more than myself, enjoying the joy of taking my cock and getting off.
There was no surprise but I still loved to hear him say that he adored my thick cock in him and being fucked by me. I rewarded him with a grin and showed him my gratitude telling him that I knew, he wanted to be fucked by me from the moment he consented to come see me at my place. My cock was becoming over sensitive and my orgasm was surging fast making me pull out of Qasim.
“O’ AW”. He first time called me by my name while begging, not to stop now. His empty hole was hurting more, he told me. I realized, being told by many boys that an empty ass was far more painful than a stressed, stretched hole and asked him to be on his knees and the shoulders. I wanted to fuck him like he was my bitch boy; from behind, with his ass raised high in the air. He obeyed and scrambled quickly on the bed to offer me his ass as I told him and I moved behind him. My heat seeking missile searching for his warm entrance. I had a fistful of his hair, straining his neck and his hole getting eager to be impaled on my big cock.
“I want your cock inside me, AW. I need to be fucked by your big cock”. Qasim whispered to me, feeling pain of his hair being pulled hard in my hands. I still held his hair firmly and rammed my cock into him creating an even more intensity for taking my full length like that and before he could moan with joy or growl with pain; I pulled out completely and slammed back in once again. I cackled to hear Qasim yelp as I penetrated him for the third and then the fourth time with full length of swollen 8”; rapidly graduating to fuck him faster but still pulling totally out of his ass and then jabbing in back with vigor and asking him to take it like a man. I was wedged in him over and over for at least 5 minutes; plugging his ass tight. Finally, I released his hair letting him drop his head down as I pulled out of him to lay down on my back. He looked to see my cock hard as steel pointing up and heard me to climb on and enjoy the ride. I told him; I wanted to see him fuck himself on my monstrous sex pole. He cooed but moved over quickly to obey.
Straddling his ass on my knees, he reached down to hold my cock aiming his hole to it and slid down making me sigh in pleasure. Now his both hands came to my chest and began tearing my nipples while his ass started bouncing on my fat cock. Soon my nipples were as hard as my cock. Now Qasim began to jerk his hard, respectable length whispering that he wanted to cum with me jetting in his ass. With no warning, I rolled Qasim off my cock and rolled myself off the bed to stand on the floor by the edge of the bed. My hard cock length extended in my front.
“Come on, pussy boy, be on your fours for my cock” and gestured him to be at the proper spot on the bed offering his ass to my cock. Holding his one shoulder with my firm grip, I placed one of my foot on the edge of the mattress to call all the forces and penetrated his hole with full power and gusto. Qasim oouhed and writhed with pain, almost falling on his arms due to this brutal action but I kept one hand on his shoulder and other on his hip to hold him still for the blatant, deliberate fucking of his ass. This was another good session for almost 5—7 minutes of ass fucking fun; at times Qasim asking to keep fucking him faster and harder and at times simply enjoying the moments of mixed ecstasy and the hurting in his dirt hole. Qasim would stop and start jerking while I had started panting from the effort; knowing that my orgasm had started to pulsate and the climax was not far away causing me to ejaculate and breed Qasim.
I quickly yanked out of him but with the same urgency, I climbed the bed and Qasim’s ass. Now his body was between my legs, my feet inside his knees and my hands were holding his head up by gripping under his chin. Wasting no time, I resumed the rhythm and pace of fucking in his ass tunnel. Sensing my urgency and vowing to keep his desire to cum together, he also started massaging his cock furiously, making him ready to cum with me. With no more than a dozen thrusts in his ass, my entire body tensed and began to pump cum in his ass as I screamed, “Ahh fuck you Qasim, yeah”. Next moment Qasim’s ass flexed spasm after spasm on my cock shaft and he began shooting all over his hand and he cried out, “Oh God”.
I laughed out loud reminding him that his new god has his cock wedged in his ass and is breeding him. We stayed in position until tension flowed out both of us. My cock limped and plopped out of him and I could feel his cock fizzling as well, before we collapsed on the bed. I told Qasim that he was a very good fuck and that his boy pussy was still very tight. I climbed off the bed to walk to the bathroom. Hearing the water running, Qasim walked into the bathroom as well and was very upset to see my cock washed out and clean. I moved a bit to the side to give him some room at the sink. He almost brought his hands under the faucet to wash his cum off them but then started licking them clean and asked me if I was calling it a night.
Realizing that he was in a mood and wanted me to take his ass again, seeing him licking his fingers clean of his own cum; I dragged him fast into the shower stall. Making him suck my cock and helping him clean his hand with my tongue, made me achieve an erection much faster and I pushed Qasim to the wall of the shower stall. He spread his ankles wide and arched his back to bend over and offer me his ass once again.
After fucking him in the shower, we fucked once again in the bed but not before waking up after a long snooze. After the last fucking, Qasim had to leave as he was to go to work for the early morning shift. He was my fuck buddy for couple of years and honestly, I had lots of fun with him every time we were naked in the bed together. Although, he changed his job and moved to be with a black guy as a long term fuck toy for him, we spoke on the phone until I lost touch with him. I wish him well, wherever he maybe now and shall try to write some more of my memories of fucking him, especially the travelling we did together to UK and exploring of UAE.
The End. Your comments are appreciated. Londebaaz Chohan Nov. 29/2019.
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