"Even if I became an Atheist, I would still be a Jewish Atheist. Leaving the tribe is much more difficult than leaving the Jewish faith," Jake said as he swiped his student ID to let himself into the gym. "Besides, I'm not that strict. I'm working out with you even though it is Saturday."
Achmed followed Jake into the gym. "I suppose you are right. No mater how far you stray, the tribe pulls you back in. I've experienced a few times when other Arabs insisted that I'm Palestinian, even though I've always considered myself Israeli. Anyway, the biggest damage is already done. Straying from Judaism won't grow your foreskin back."
"I was eight days old at my circumcision," Jake countered. "I never felt like I was missing something."
"You're 18 and still a virgin," Achmed said. "You don't know what you're missing. My parents left Islam before I was born. I can tell you from experience that sex with a foreskin is incredible. It especially helps when I'm fucking a tight throat." Achmed opened the locker room door for Jake and followed him in.
Jake blushed at the thought of Achmed fucking him. "I'm not interested in having sex with any bottoms."
"I felt that way when I was your age. Then I came to Patterson and started taking day trips to Chelsea in the city. Some of those bottoms really know how to please a man," Achmed said as he rubbed the front of his jeans. "I won't enter an ass, whether it belongs to a man or a woman, but a hot throat is the same on any partner."
"You're bisexual?" Jake asked.
"Bicurious. I'm 100% top, but once in a while I will dominate a bottom male if he is submissive and fem enough," said Achmed.
This new information made Jake's heart skip a beat. "I am bisexual," he confessed. "I like women most of the time, but my knees get weak when I see a muscular man."
Achmed opened a locker and removed his shirt to reveal massive pecs and arms. His fit torso tapered to six-pack abs. Curly black hair covered his chest and made a treasure trail down to his crotch. An onyx pendant rested on his ample pecs suspended from a leather strap around his neck.
Jake blushed deeply and removed his own clothes down to his briefs. His swimmer's build resembled Adonis, but it looked lanky next to Achmed's physic. The pure top could be mistaken for Hercules. Sparse hair laid on Jake's chest, and his six-pack was devoid of hair. Jake turned away from Achmed to hide his hardening erection. Through the mirror on the wall, he could see Achmed admiring his ass. Happy with the thought that Achmed lusted for him, Jake's dick reached its full 5 inches.
Achmed smirked at Jake's modesty, knowing the potential in a youth who doesn't flaunt his body. Shyness leads to hesitation, which then begs for someone to fill the void. Achmed got completely naked. His semi-erect manhood was already impressive. It's dark complexion contrasted against his light body. Achmed put his gym shorts on without any underwear before donning a sleeveless shirt. Jake put on sweat pants and a T-shirt. Then the pair was off to the weight room.
During the weight lifting, Achmed told Jake about his mathematics courses. The upper classman was covering topics that were years away for Jake. Jake nodded appropriately at Achmed's comments, but his thoughts were elsewhere. When Jake had made a commitment to workout with Achmed, he did not realize how distracting Achmed's muscles would be. As Jake bench pressed 180 pounds, Achmed straddled his head to spot him. Jake had an upfront view of Achmed's rod and heavy balls. Jake's tool strained against his briefs and his nipples hardened.
The two friends switched places and increased the weight on the bar to 250 pounds for Achmed. Before lying down, the stronger man groped Jake's right nipple and said, "It's a bit nippy in here, huh?"
Jake stayed silent, too ashamed to talk. After the bench press, the pair tried pull-ups. As Achmed spotted Jake from behind, Jake could feel Achmed's chest brush against his back. Achmed's hands on his slender waist gave Jake the extra boost he needed to finish a set. As they continued through the rest of the exercises, Achmed kept body contact under the guise of spotting Jake. By the time they were finished, Jake took it for granted that Achmed should touch his body and guide it.
As they finished the last exercise, the prospect of showering afterwards approached. Achmed put Jake at ease by suggesting that he shave while Jake showered first. Jake agreed to the plan. Achmed tackled his 5 o'clock shadow in the restroom sink while Jake stripped and showered in the nearby stall. Jake quickly beat off with his eyes shut and his mind on Achmed to get rid of his erection. The fire in his loins was soon extinguished, but Jake was about to discover that he was far from done.
When Jake opened his eyes, the shower curtain was drawn back and Achmed was standing there with a feline grin. "Good," he said. "Now you'll last longer for the next round." Achmed placed his hands on Jakes sternum and pressed Jake against the shower stall wall. "You have a cute mouth and behind, boy. I'm ready to play with both if you want, but your dick stays virginal. I'm pure top. If we fuck, you will be my bitch."
Jake's nips got hard again at the prospect. Achmed dropped his shorts, but kept his shirt on. "Kneel and suck me, bitch," he commanded. Jake obeyed. Achmed's rod extended to 8 inches. Jake took as much as he could into his hot mouth and jerked the rest with his right hand. His left hand rubbed his own package. "Hands off your dick, babe," Achmed ordered. "Rub your tits instead." Jake did as he was told. "Oh yeah, babe," Achmed continued as he placed his hands behind Jake's head to push him deeper onto his dark cock. "Good girl."
Jake began to choke as Achmed pushed in farther. Achmed pressed ahead, and his cockhead entered Jake's throat. Achmed's foreskin helped him slide in deeper with each thrust. Jake learned to time his breathing with Achmed's strokes. Finally, Jake's lips and nose were buried in Achmed's pubic hair. His oral cherry was popped. Achmed cooed to Jake, "Oh yeah, baby. Your throat is hot and virgin tight. Grab your tits for me, girl, and play with them." Jake spent the next few minutes fondling his breasts, kneeing before his Arab stud as Achmed fucked his throat. Jake's poor neglected dick ached to be touched.
Achmed picked up the pace and kept praising Jake with feminizing names. Jake learned to ignore the calling of his own male organ so he could become the submissive fem bottom that his new master wanted. Without warning, Achmed pulled most of the way out, leaving only his cockhead in Jake's mouth. He held Jake's head still with one hand and jerked his shaft with the other. Achmed's hot cum shot into Jake's passive mouth.
Achmed pulled out and ordered Jake to stand. He felt up Jake's breasts. "Not bad, but the hair has got to go," he declared. Before long, Jake was standing naked in the stall with his hot Arab dom nude before him save for the onyx necklace. Achmed rubbed shaving cream on Jake's breasts. The muscular stud shaved Jake's sparse hair. "Mmmmmm. You're daddy's little girl now," he said. Jake sighed as Achmed played with his tits.
Achmed took off his leather necklace and bound Jake's hands to the shower nozzle with it. Jake was completely exposed to him. He rubbed Jake's tits and called him a bitch in a firm but loving voice. After several minutes of this foreplay, Achmed turned him around and rubbed his zeb along Jake's ass crack. Jake started to whimper. "Put it in," he begged the Arab top.
"Thanks for the offer, but I don't do anal," Achmed replied. Achmed kept sliding his zeb up and down between his boy's cheeks as he pinched Jake's tits. Jake gasped from the feeling of Achmed's cockhead teasing him in a spot that he had never thought of as erogenous before. Although Jake had dreamed of sucking cock for years, he never dreamed that being dominated from behind could feel so good.
Jake's neglected male organ flapped with each thrust from Achmed. Having already shot his load from his own self-abuse, Jake felt no urge to release sperm again. He passively melted into Achmed's arms. Finally, Jake felt Achmed's thrusting grow faster. Then he felt the massive scepter pulse as it flooded his valley with Achmed's hot Arab sperm.
Keeping his manhood buried between Jake's globes, Achmed reached for his buddy's tool to fondled it. He grabbed the shaft, jerking it forcefully with one hand. The other hand clutched Jake's stones tightly. With his hands tied to the showerhead, Jake was helpless to stop the rough treatment. Suddenly, an orgasm swept through Jake's body, starting at his toes and working its way up his legs. It bypassed spread Jake's dick and balls to land in his boycunt. The muscles of Jake's hole tightened as the youth shot a second load.
The friends turned lovers disentangled and washed themselves before getting dressed. "Same time Sunday?" Achmed asked as they left the gym.
"Sure," Jake replied.
"Good," Achmed said upon parting. "Bring an appetite."
As the summer progressed, so did Jake and Achmed's relationship. Between working out every morning and studying Hebrew every evening, they had time to get to know each other on an emotional level. Frequent romps in the bedroom allowed Achmed to discover Jake on a physical level. Still a novice, Jake assumed that every sexual experience with Achmed represented the entirety of possible sexual experiences. By July, Achmed sensed a need for Jake to expand his sexual horizons. He broached the subject during one study session.
Jake and Achmed sat at the kitchen table in Achmed's apartment with a Hebrew textbook between them. Achmed was explaining conjugations to his younger friend. "לכתוב," Achmed explained, "is the infinitive. It means to write. You have to conjugate it before you use it with a noun. Each noun has a different conjugation depending on whether it is singular or plural and whether it is feminine or masculine."
