Hi, this is a true-life story that I want to share. I have been visiting this site for three months now, and I finally found the courage to post it.
This is about how I was introduced to gay sex, and how it made me addicted to Muslim guys. To introduce myself, I’m Joshua—a 19-year-old in my second year of college. The hero of this story is Qasim, a 37-year-old married man with kids who owns a mobile repair shop near my hostel.
I first met Qasim through my friend Imran. We used to go to his shop all the time to buy phone cases and tempered glass. One day, my phone had a display issue, so I left it with Qasim for repair. He said it might take a couple of days, handed me a basic spare phone to use in the meantime, and took my number so he could call me when it was ready.
A day later, Qasim called to say the phone was good to go. I went to his shop after class that evening to collect it. He handed it over but explained that because he had to update the software, all of my data had been lost. He promised he would try to retrieve it later, but told me to use the phone as it was for now.
I took the phone back to my hostel and started entering my important contacts. That’s when I saw them in my gallery: a collection of gay porn videos.
I was shocked, but I couldn’t stop watching. I couldn’t sleep a wink that night. My mind was racing with questions. Did he save these intentionally, or was it a mistake? Why was he watching this kind of porn? He’s married with kids—does he actually like guys? Those thoughts kept me awake all night.
The next day in college, I still couldn’t focus. During lunchtime, I finally confided in Imran.
Imran shrugged. “It’s normal,” he said. “He might be bi, liking both boys and girls.”
“But why did it get saved on my phone?” I asked.
Imran smirked. “Maybe he likes you.”
“Come on,” I said, flushing.
“Hey, it’s a joke! It was probably just a mistake, don’t think too much about it.”
That evening, Imran told me he needed to go back to the mobile shop to get a camera ring and asked me to come along. My mind was racing the entire walk over. Was Imran right? Does Qasim actually like me? Why would he, he has a wife…
When we got to the shop, Imran asked for the camera ring. Qasim turned around to get it from a drawer directly behind me. As he reached past, his hand brushed firmly against my hips. I wasn’t sure if it was accidental or intentional, but with my thoughts already wild, the touch made me instantly hard. He gently moved me aside and handed the ring to Imran.
Then, Qasim turned to me. He smiled and said he had successfully recovered my corrupted data, but I needed to wait a few minutes for it to transfer. Imran glanced at his watch, said he was running late, and left.
Suddenly, it was just Qasim and me alone in the shop.
As we waited, I noticed him taking every slight opportunity to touch me. When he handed me the phone, his fingers lingered. When he asked me to sit down, he stood closely behind my chair, his knee deliberately brushing against my back. The proximity made me incredibly horny. Once the transfer was complete, I took the phone and practically bolted back to the hostel.
That night in the hostel, the tension reached a boiling point. I opened my gallery and saw even more gay porn videos had been added. Now I knew the first time wasn’t a mistake. Qasim liked me. Just the thought of it made me wildly aroused.
The next day at college, I told Imran everything.
“See? He definitely likes you,” Imran said. “What do you want to do?”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
“Do you want him?” Imran pressed. “Do you want to have some fun?”
“I don’t know…”
“Do you want to try it?”
I kept silent.
Imran nudged me. “It’s not wrong. He likes you, you clearly like him. Just do it, have some fun.”
“I’m scared,” I admitted.
“Don’t worry,” Imran said smoothly. “Let’s go to his shop today.”
“No, I’m not going.”
“Come on, trust me. Let’s go.”
That evening, we walked into the shop. Imran immediately asked Qasim for a Bluetooth microphone, positioning me in a way that made it easy for Qasim to stand close to me. Imran kept shifting around, asking questions, subtly nudging me until I was pushed directly into Qasim’s personal space.
Suddenly, Imran pulled out his phone—it hadn’t even rung, he was just pretending—and looked shocked. “Oh, urgent work! I have to leave right now. You two continue, I’ll catch up with you later.”
Before I could even react, Imran vanished out the door.
I was standing so close to Qasim I could feel his warmth. I didn’t know how to move. The moment the door clicked shut, Qasim slid his hand firmly onto my hip, his other hand resting on my shoulder.
He leaned in, looking down at me. “What is it you want, Joshua?” he asked, his voice low.
I was completely lost, paralyzed by the thrill. He started slowly rubbing my hips, reading my silence perfectly. He knew I was ready. He pulled me into a tight, heavy hug. I didn’t resist; I just let myself melt against him.
He leaned closer to my ear. “Come to my shop tomorrow afternoon,” he whispered. “We’ll both get exactly what we want.”
I finally broke away and walked back to the hostel in an absolute daze, my mind completely consumed by what had just happened—and what was going to happen tomorrow.
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