Remembering my true fuck boy and first time sex with him.
My Cock Is For Him Always
By: AWC
Many readers of my stories know about Qasim, the gay bottom boy I had for fun sex as my fuck buddy for almost 2 years. I was only lucky to get him in my collection from a chat room of a gay web-site. As we started meeting, getting known to each other and having sex; he opened up to me and told me of many of his sexual encounters and the family. He was born in South Africa to an Indian father and an American mother. His great grandfather had migrated from India to S Africa, over a 100 years ago and now were well established doing business of many items. His grandfather was the last man to be married to an Indian woman with ties to India. His father was born in S Africa, raised, studied and married in S Africa. After his parents were divorced, his mother brought him to USA with her. Soon his mother passed away due to the breast cancer and now 100% gay bottom, Qasim was left alone. He did not know many of his relatives on mother side in USA. By then he had only got his high school education.
Lucky for him, before the sad death of his mother, she helped him and he got the scholarship and other financial help from the sources and somehow, slowly and struggling steadily he got his MS degree in Microbiology, finally getting a good job at a hospital. During these years, he was also established as a gay bottom and had lived in with a Cuban guy as his sex boy for close to a year, who paid some of his education fees and other costs. Qasim told me that Gus Diaz helped him in many ways to be on the path of life but Gus also fucked Qasim a little too much, often at least 2—3 times a day with his dangerously long and thick cock. When he got a decent job, they had a heated argument and Qasim was thrown out and at that point he started living alone. This is when his need for a man and man’s cock brought him to the internet and I caught him from the chat room of that gay site.
Qasim had lost all the hesitations and fear after having lived with a man as his fuck doll and visiting many other men and gay boy fuckers that I did not have to lure him but gave simple invitation for only once to come see me at my place and he came. I had no plan of fucking him but Qasim was ready and willing, so we fucked although it was much hurried and not as good as I had enjoyed fucking my boys. Having him naked with me, although for a very short while, I marveled his slim body, dark black hair, glassy brown eyes, not a jungle but decently hairy chest and nipples. I had always enjoyed the hairy legs of the boys especially around their ankles because it always gave me a very nice grip to hold their legs up if those pretty legs were not thrown over my shoulders when I fucked the faggot boys face to face. To celebrate our get together and also have long drawn sessions of sex with me, if he trusted me to be his man to fuck him, he agreed to meet me at a ritzy hotel for fun sex that I said, shall be arranged by me. Qasim laughed, held my naked cock, bent over and kissed it announcing that he had no objection to take this 8’’ long, very thick cut cock as his trusted man’s cock and them marvelous heavy hung balls too. My heart was not the only body organ jumping with joy as I planned the hotel, flowers, liquor and other necessities etc.
I feel, it is very pertinent to mention here that I also noticed for the millionth time that the gay bottom guys had no flaws in their male equipment, confirming it to me that being gay was a pure act of nature and nothing to do with nurturing. Qasim had a very manly 6 ½ long, better than average thick, cut cock and a nice reservoir sac to carry the male load.
I was told that the suite, I booked had 2 king size beds and I did not have to explain anything but simply that we were the co-workers at an XYZ company. We reached the hotel by almost 5:00 PM. I could clearly see Qasim was a bit tired but he was very upbeat as we sat enjoying our bottle of Gin. I had taken a late lunch and we had enough snacks as we almost finished the bottle. Qasim also decided not to have anything for dinner and we got to the bed. As we got naked, I kissed his neck and his chest, particularly the nipples but before getting in high mood, we both got sleepy and dozed off. I remember lovingly pulling him to me in the warmth of my arms.
We had a deep sleep and by the dawn, woke up in each other’s arms. We enjoyed the moments of other’s sexy heat by rubbing against each other. Our tongues clashed like the naked bodies as we exchanged the delicious kisses. Qasim surely had a lot of experience with men and he delighted me with his willing and keen manners. Our cocks were leaking pre cum on each other, turning the dry heat into slippery and slick moisture. We took the blanket off to keep it from being soaked in our lusty, sexy essence. The magic of my 8’’ fully stretched cock length along with its hefty girth almost reflexively sent Qasim’s legs up in the air while his fingers started separating his ass crack. Fully and well versed with the knowledge, I interpreted it as his total yearning and accepted his intimate invitation for the physical mingling, melting and gelling by rubbing my pre cum drenched manhood against his desirous opening. Qasim gasped louder being impatient, to be filled by my heated passion. Gently raising his ass bubble, I guided my throbbing cockhead to his butt hole. Oh, ohhhhhhhh I felt the sizzling heat of his ass as my cock got into his inviting depth.
Soon my face was blushing and the expression on the face was also full of captivated focus. I was loving each sensation that absorbed into my well-developed sex muscle as his ass ring did a kind of massage on my thick shaft. Almost pushed fully inside Qasim, I paused to feel the flexing, squeezing muscles on my swollen cock. Qasim was relaxing and accepting my length into his happy bowels. As his cavity walls grabbed my sex meat, I produced some loud and very natural grunts about his still very tight ass trench. During our fucking process, we both felt the extremely innate desire to change the position but Qasim did not allow me to pull out of his asshole but somehow we were soon on our sides, he was pronged on my dick. His ass was producing heat on my lovely cock. My top leg was raised in the air and his hand was holding the back of my knee as I pumped in his hole from behind cramming my solid meat in his faint ass cheeks. Swiftly, I stopped thrusting and I am sure, he felt my magic wand give the last expansive throb as my muscle was gripped by his willing ass. I sprayed my thick juice all over his prostate. This warm discharge stimulated Qasim and he lost the self-control, ejaculating his own load. The intensity of our convulsive spasms while discharging, produced a lot of noise and ouhhhhhhhsssss and aaaahhhhhhhhhsssss as our orgasms drowned us in extreme bliss.
Soon the whole room was smelling like the sex fluids as we stayed in a tight embrace. Spontaneously, I turned to him for playing with his dangling male extension with a hope to awake another opportunity for sex between us. I was very sure to swell up and feel aroused but Qasim proved himself to be a pure and sure bottom boy and did not even allow me to suck his cock length. This was the start of making Qasim as my fuck buddy for the needful days when my flaccid cock got full erection and I needed a boy ass wrapped around my stiff cock.
During the day we fucked couple of times again. Qasim yelled, “I love you”, with each thrust I sent in his asshole and surely wondered if he loved me or my well-performing cock. The time proved the facts when after couple of years, Qasim disappeared from my life but I still remember him very fondly and pray for his wellness, wherever he is now. I had always loved fucking him, being with him and the time we spent with each other at home or traveling the couple of places we visited together like Dubai, London and Sydney.