Omar

Omar

By Simon Peter

This was during my college years. I was 22, living in the dorms. At the time, I knew that I was sexually attracted to guys, but I always thought of it as a "sickness" to be ignored and fought against. However, my penchant for the male physique couldn't be blocked by social norms widespread at the time. How can you ignore a hot male physique sauntering along the dorm corridor in shorts and nude torso, with hot hairy legs, a smooth dark chest, and a noticeable bulge?

That was Omar.

Omar was one year older than me, a student exchange from the Sudan. He stood around 190 cm tall, slim, with silky black skin, curly hair and a beautifully chiseled face: deep brown eyes, high cheeks, very full sensual lips. Omar, for me, was hot--and I guess for most of the coeds as well!

On the other hand, I was kind of a wimpy, nerdy type of student. I was around 170 cm tall, hairy chest with a trail down to my pubes, skinny (ribs showing), pale skin, and an average face, including the proverbial eyeglasses. No way was I anything close to what Omar looked like. He was a hunk. I was a skinny skeleton in comparison.

Omar had this habit of walking around in hot semi-tight shorts, naked torso, and flip-flops. I used to love watching him as he would visit in his shorts and nude torso. But most of the time, my roommate or some other guy from the floor would be there. The atmosphere was only a one-way charge from my side.

One Saturday evening, warm for this time of year, I decided I needed a shower. The dorm floor was fairly empty since most of the guys were away for the weekend. Our showers were actually one large hall with shower heads and no partitions. For me, taking a shower was usually torture. As much as I would have loved looking at naked guys, wet and soapy, I had two things against me. First, I was a very shy person--still am--who wasn't too happy with my body. Second, I always had to take off my glasses, which meant that all I could see would be fuzzy, what with the steam and all. I would always check whether someone was in the showers and only venture there when the shower hall was empty, which was most of the time after 9 or 10 in the evenings, especially on a Saturday.

I carried my towel, wearing my undershorts, and walked to the shower hall, relieved that it was still empty. I was under the hot water jet, enjoying my shower, lathering my chest and balls, enjoying the feeling of slippery soap around my balls and the base of my dick, which was probably the only thing about my body I was happy with--around 18 cm, cut, erecting right up, pointing to the ceiling as I rubbed slowly up and down the shaft. Everything around me was silent.

Suddenly, I heard someone walk in. Shit. Shit. I turned my back to the entrance to hide my hard-on.

"Hi, Ed," came deep and throaty from behind me.

Oh, fuck, it's Omar. I would recognize his voice anywhere and I remembered that being an exchange student he always stayed in the dorms during weekends.

"Hi, O," I answered, a bit hoarse. I always called him O. It sounded more than friendly, closer. And he liked it.

"I saw you walking in here with your towel, and I thought Ed is right. A shower would be perfect at this time of the evening."

"Ummm... yea," I managed.

I knew I was blushing and was thankful that Omar could not see my face. I turned on the hot water knob to get more steam so he would not be able to see my skinny ass and gawky naked physique. I was sure he thought I was not appealing to look at.

From the corner of my eyes, fuzzily, I saw Omar slipping off his shorts and stepping under the shower head next to mine, turning on the water. Fuck, he was too close. He sighed as the water hit his body. God, how I wished that I could see properly! I hated the fact that I had to wear glasses in order to be able to do so.

But I did make out his beautiful, slim, muscled, satin black body. Of course, I had my body turned sideways to prevent Omar from noticing my erection, which totally refused to listen to my orders for it to go soft. How would I explain an erection to Omar? Or should I? My heart pounded, I thought, too loudly?

"So, Ed, how was your psych mid-term?"

Again the throaty, sexy voice. Fuck. My cock throbbed against my belly. Ed was lathering his chest and underarms as he started the conversation.

"Oh, man," I answered with a quavering voice. "It was the same shit. I hope I pass it. God knows, I studied hard for it."

He laughed. My God! My cock responded. My hole sphincter tightened. Omar and I were showering together, naked, with me stealing fuzzy glances at his oh-so-hot body. I could make out his dick. Christ, it's long, even when soft. But I couldn't really be sure, not without my glasses. Was it my imagination? Was I willing Omar to be hung? How could I tell without glasses and with so much steam? Fuck.

"Hey," Omar said after a while. "Want me to do your back?"

"Umm...," I muttered. Surprised? Shocked? Scared? Oh my God. Cock hardened even more. "Ok, O." I shivered all over in anticipation.

Why did Omar want to scrub my back?

Without looking around, I heard his feet splash in the water on the floor, and then his hands, all soapy, were on my back. The shudder throughout my body was so noticeable that Omar kind of snorted. Jeez, did he notice I was turned on?

"Wow, Ed," he snickered. "Seems like you haven't had anyone touch you before."

He DID notice.

I feigned a shy laugh and shrugged my shoulders as he moved his soapy hands up and down my back. I shuddered even more. Oh my God, this felt so hot. His hands were rubbing my back and I could feel the heat from his body standing so close to me, fucking naked. I then felt his hands move to my lower back, his two thumbs pressing and kneading both sides of my spine. Shivers coursed up and down my body, to my groin, and my cock responded with more pulsing and throbbing. This was killing me. I felt my knees go weak and I had to lean onto the shower wall to stop myself from slumping onto the floor.

Strangely, I felt something soft and wet on the side of my neck. With both his hands on my lower hips, I realized this must be Omar's lips. Oh, Fuck.

Suddenly, my shyness took over. Shit, shit, shit. I can't let him go down onto my butt. I reached backwards moving his hands up.

"Umm..., O," I croaked. "I think I can reach that part myself."

In response, Omar moved his hands up and down, and ... Oh my GOD ... he pressed his groin onto my butt without saying a word. He kept his lips moving along the side of my neck. Much taller than me, he pressed his erection into the small of my back, and I almost fainted. I could now tell for sure that Omar was hung.

Was my friend going to rape me in the showers? Could I control my shivering? I was beyond worrying about that. Shy, shy, shy. Scared? I quickly moved away and turned to face him.

"What the fuck, Omar?" I managed to say in a hoarse voice. "What are you doing?" So lame.

Through the steam and my fuzzy sight, I could see his beautiful body and the smirk on his face.

"Ed," he snickered. "We're both horny." He grabbed my hard cock as I gasped. "See? Your little junior here wants some action. And he's fairly big, too. I wouldn't have expected that, Ed. Hung dude," giving my cock shaft a squeeze. He moved closer and pressed his--now I could tell for sure--huge tool at my belly, my cock head barely reaching up and pressing on the base of his balls.

Hot Omar bent down and placed a light kiss on my lips. Oh, Fuck Me! My shuddering was out of control. My shyness was in high drive, going at 500 miles an hour.

Without responding, in spite of my horniness and craziness about this hunk, I found myself moving away, grabbing my towel, wrapping it around my waist, and making a fast retreat out of the showers towards my room, almost slipping on the wet tiles.

Was I a tease? Did I want Omar to crave more, thus my acting so weird? God knows, I wanted him. But, no! I would not succumb to my physical and sensual needs in this way. Omar was a guy, for Chrissakes. What was I thinking? I was not a homo and no hot guy would make me one.

As soon as I got to my room and slammed the door behind me, I was thankful that my roommate had gone home for the weekend. I sat on the edge of my bed, dripping water, with the towel still wrapped around my waist and my erection straining to come out. I felt hot tears streaming down my face cheeks. Even so, I touched myself through the towel and I thought I would shoot my load there and then, the feeling of naked Omar, hard and horny, pressed on my butt coming back to me in full force. I shivered violently.

Still shaking, I contemplated the scene in the shower. Yes, I wanted Omar. Sexually. Very, very much so. Every nerve in my body shouted it. My cock screamed it. My hole squeezed and squeezed as I recalled the feel of Omar's erection on my back and then on my belly. The guy was a dream.

But yet, what did Omar see in me that was so erotic? Maybe it was the steam and the hot water and the showers? He couldn't want to touch me, kiss me, with a body like mine... could he? Maybe his girlfriend was away? Did he have a girlfriend, I mused? Reflecting, I didn't remember seeing him with any specific girl on campus. Oh, yes, he was popular with the girls in general. They flocked around him. But any specific one? I couldn't recall. Fuck. He was gay?

But, then again, what was I? Surely, I was acting very gay. Being turned on like this by another guy was a definite, inarguable sign of homosexuality. Fuck. I was gay! Well, so fucking what? So was Omar. It takes two. But does it? Maybe he was just hungry for sex. Just being horny. Just wanted another body. Oh, man... MY body? No fucking way! Even I wouldn't want my fucking scrawny body. But I did have a big dick, didn't I? He said so! Oh, well.

With these thoughts raging in my mind, my body still shivering uncontrollably, I barely heard the soft knock on the door. Omar entered and he stood right in front of me after closing the door softly behind him. He had his towel around his waist, his chest dripping water, silken and chocolate colored, with a very pronounced bulge, sexy as hell. Fuck, fuck. I had my glasses on now, clearly seeing the hot body, and I knew I wanted this guy. I really, really wanted him. Or maybe it was just the junior between my legs that was horny for him? No. All of me wanted Omar. My eyes glazed, and my glasses clouded from the heat emanating from my face. I must have turned beet red.

"Hey, Ed, buddy, I'm so sorry," he whispered, looking down at me as I shuddered all over. "Buddy, come on, man, it's ok. I just got so hot when I saw you. I always wanted to kiss you, man."

My eyes went wide; they must have gone double sized under my glasses. He laughed and sat next to me on the edge of the bed.

"Ok, buddy?" he said.

I nodded my head, not daring to look at him, squirming, trying to hide my tell-tale erection.

"Yea, O," I managed to mumble. "Yea, I guess it's ok. But..." I stammered.

"What?" he smirked, placing his hand on my thigh. My shivering increased a degree or ten.

"It's just... just that... fuck O, I'm not as hot a guy as you are. I mean look at you..." I found myself unable to stop. "Look, O. You're so fucking good looking, man, and ... and ... I'm such a dork." I could feel myself blushing and shivering, although I knew it wasn't the weather. I even felt the welling up of tears behind my eye balls, but I fought them back.

I babbled on: "I mean, yea, O, you are very attractive. Any girl would have you. I'm a GUY, O... a guy with a dick, just like you. What are we doing?" I closed my eyes and the shuddering increased to a hundred, the tears threatening to flow out.

He was encouraged when I didn't move away and he started to slowly rub his hand up and down my thigh, managing to slip it under my towel, feeling my inner thighs. I jumped when his hand found my cock and palmed it. He pressed around the shaft. I moaned.

"Fuck, Ed," Omar said.

"What?" I muttered, feeling my cock doing all sort of acrobatics being wrapped by his smooth palm.

"You have a big fucker down there," he smirked, rubbing my cock up and down. "I like!"

Oh, fuck, FUCK. His other hand touched my chest. He played with my chest hair between my nipples and I shuddered under his touch, feeling my load building in my balls.

"Ummm... O... stop, man, I think I'm going to shoot a load," I said in a stuttering voice, one octave higher than my normal voice. My heart? Pounding away like a fucking train under full steam. My balls aching to explode.

He immediately took his hands off my cock shaft and my chest and pulled me down on the bed, leaning over me and kissing me on the lips, his erection pressed at my side.

As I felt my shyness start to surface again, I willed myself to order it: NOT NOW, BITCH! I opened my mouth and felt his tongue invade my lips and play around my tongue. We slurped on each other and his thick, sexy lips totally covered my mouth. He shifted, removing his towel, and lay on top of me, fully naked. His cock was throbbing against the towel covering my crotch.

Oh, I needed him, needed to feel his nakedness against mine, needed to take the pressure of his hardness on my belly. I raised my butt and removed my own towel and we kissed with our nakedness rubbing, all steaming hot and wet from the showers. I almost shot my wad as his cock pressed on mine, skin on skin, and we rubbed against each other, his lips never leaving mine, his tongue buried deep inside my mouth, probing, tingling, urgent.

Omar's hands were now all over me. How could this hunk want my freakish skinny body? Omar was so beautiful, so sexy, so man. I had never thought of him as femininely gay. His tongue slipped out of my mouth down to my chin, my neck, my chest, round my nipples that were now hard, down my trail. Fuck. He was making love to me with his mouth as if I were his girl bitch. His lips found my cock head and wrapped themselves around it tightly. I moaned loudly and bucked up to have more of his mouth around my shaft. He pushed me back down as he teased my cock head with his wet, red lips and tongue, both hands squeezing my nipples.

"Stay still," he breathed on my cock. I stilled, letting the sensations of his ministrations take over.

Then he started on my balls. I automatically spread my legs wide to give him more access as I shuddered under his tongue. He was doing my crack, finding my hole and pressing his tongue against it, his nose buried between my butt cheeks. Oh. My. God. And I was so hairy down there! New sensations that I had never, ever experienced before rippled throughout my body.

There was only one time before when a girl went down on me. She had felt, like, it was a duty for her since we'd been making out in the car and she hadn't wanted to go all the way. Her mouth had just slobbered on my cock and I had really known that she wasn't enjoying it. I had finally come after she masturbated me with her hand rather than her mouth.

But this? This was different. Omar was loving my cock. He was making love to it. He was awesome as I looked down at his bobbing head, with his curly short hair, swallowing my dick, licking, kissing, slobbering. Again I started to feel the build-up of jizz in my nuts. Oh this was wrong. Wrong. I was so fucking gay. My mind was in overdrive, so was my body. Fuck, I couldn't be doing this. Just couldn't. Christ. Oh, Fuck. Fuck.

I pulled Omar's head from between my thighs, feeling his frizzy wet hair, and he slid over my body to take my mouth again, his body fully pressing mine against the bed mattress. I tried to get away from under him. I couldn't let this happen, could I? This was totally gay stuff.

The build-up in my balls receded a little and I was able to rationalize the sensations I was feeling even though Omar's tongue was doing wonders in my mouth and his body felt so right on top of me in spite of my unsuccessful attempt at sliding away from under him. I shouldn't be doing this. No. No way. No fucking way. Ed, move away, I ordered myself. Push him away. WHAT? Oh, no. I wanted my Omar. Bad. Oh, fuck, O, just kiss me. Oh, my sweet God!

However, I was finally able to push Omar off of me, but instead of moving away, he slid up and sat on my chest, his balls resting in my chest hair, his cock pointing right at me. Now I had a full view of his beautiful tool. Fuck it. Pushing my shyness and hesitation all the way back to a place I was hoping it would never return from, I encircled his manhood in my palm and pulled him closer to my face. I kissed the tip of his dripping cock, tasting some saltiness mixed with soapiness, my lips automatically wrapping around the tantalizing cut head, feeling the silkiness and heat and throbbing of this beautiful cock.

As I took him in my mouth, he arched his back and gave a low, deep moan from the back of his throat, pushing to get more of his long tool into my mouth. I swallowed and gagged, not even halfway down the long shaft. Holding his cock in my hand, I pulled back and managed to work the head with my lips and tongue. Omar was shivering and moaning.

"Oh yes, Eddie, please suck on my cock, baby."

With somewhat of a shock, I realized that Omar was actually fucking my face! Holy fuck. Fucking my fucking face! I was being fucked in the fucking face. Oh, maaaan. But I went ahead and slurped! Just couldn't stop!

In the back of my head, as sensations of feeling Omar's hot cock between my lips and his ass butt on my chest, I kept thinking how wrong this all was. But suddenly, I was choking on a stream of hot cum as Omar pushed deeper into my throat and squirted his load. I fought back my choking instinct and started to swallow, but I couldn't get all of it. I felt his jizz dripping out of my mouth onto my chin.

Omar kept shooting hot cum down my throat forever. He didn't seem to stop. He must have squirted six or seven big ones--I wasn't really counting--and I kept swallowing, never stopping. Omar was holding my head between his two hands as he shot glob after glob of his juice, his eyes squeezed shot, his moaning loud and his breathing coming out in whistles. I thought his cum would start squirting out through my nose--there was so much of it: hot, thick, salty.

Finally, he pulled out slowly, ever so slowly, dripping. His chest was heaving fast with his breathing, already showing sweat beads. He rubbed his cock head on my lips as I tongued the wet underside, holding onto his round, firm butt cheeks.

With a sigh, Omar pulled away, but he stayed squatting on my chest, his cock remaining surprisingly and beautifully erect and throbbing. Amazing! Slowly, he eased himself down on my trembling body until his butt cheeks were pressing on my hard cock. He reached back and lifted himself, guiding my cockhead towards his ass hole. WHAT? Slowly, oh very slowly, he sat on my cock, after applying some spit on it and into his crack. I felt the puckering hole as it relaxed and I penetrated. A loud moan escaped my mouth.

Omar covered my mouth with his hand as he slid down on my cock shaft. As I felt my cock press against his insides, I also felt his balls nestled in my pubic hair. I reached down and fondled his still-hard cock, amazed at this beautiful guy sitting on my cock, fucking his ass on it.

I started to thrust up to meet his down movements. This was a first for me. Never had I imagined I would be fucking ass, let alone Omar's. I was so turned on that all it took were a few thrusts until I exploded inside him. I was beyond sensations, beyond lust, beyond imagination.

Omar kept up his moving up and down my cock shaft milking me for every drop. Finally, he slumped on top of me, my cock still buried inside him, flexing in the wetness of his hole and my own juices. His sphincter was shut tight around the base of my cock, which totally refused to go soft. Eventually, he slowly eased off me and lay next to me on his side, breathing hard, and nibbling on my ear.