maceov
10-24-2009, 01:41 AM
I’d met Samir just briefly once before while I was living in Jerusalem. He was a shopkeeper in the Arab Quarter of the Old City and I’d had an awful run-in with one of his brothers just a few weeks prior to running into him on this beautiful sunny day while walking up the hill on Sultan Suleiman Road outside of the ancient walled city.
I was sitting and talking with my dear friend, Suleiman, in his shop one day when Samir’s younger brother Khalil had invited me into his little shop next door where he was selling leather coats and belts and such, and asked me to have tea with him. I didn’t know Khalil, but I looked at my friend Suleiman, as if to ask if he was alright, and he read the look on my face and nodded that he was safe. Well, that wasn’t completely the case.
I’d known Suleiman for over a year, who was in his early thirties, married with children, and he was very kind and protective of me, as I’d told him how another shopkeeper had invited me into his shop and given me tea and then grown extremely nasty with me when I declined his offer to suck his zoobie and pay HIM for the pleasure. I was afraid he was going to hurt me before I could get away from him that day. So I was wary about entering into stranger’s shops.
Suleiman looked at me and said, “It’s alright, I’m just next door. If anything happens that you don’t like, just call me.” He is such a dear soul!
So I went to Khalil’s shop where he shook my hand again and held it a little longer than he should have as he led me to my seat at a small table, and smiled nicely at me. He was really handsome, and so muscular and deliciously masculine. I’d just broken up with my Palestinian lover, Naeem, whom I’d dated for slightly over a year, just about a month beforehand. I was still getting over my broken heart. Could this nice, twenty-something year old man help ease my pain? I wondered.
Khalil called one of the boys in who constantly traverse the corridors of the Old City and he quickly returned with a tray of tea and some little pastries. I was still wary after my previous encounter with that other hateful shopkeeper, but he was quite pleasant for about twenty minutes or so. Then the talk shifted towards sex, and I found myself being asked to have sex with Khalil and pay him, and when I declined, he got angry and his voice got REALLY loud, and he became so hostile and threatening that I was afraid for a moment that he was going to hit me. I was really stunned!
I didn’t have to even call my friend’s name, as he came around that corner and into Khalil’s shop very quickly and put his arm around my shoulders and escorted me back into his shop and sat me back down and then went to have words with Khalil. It got a bit ugly. The shopkeepers in the immediate vicinity were all looking outside of their shops as Suleiman embarrassed Khalil in front of everybody there. Boy did I love Suleiman even more than I already had! What a prince!
I wasn’t even trying to lead Khalil on. I was just speaking to him about my life in the states and getting to know a seemingly friendly guy. I was being very cautious, since I’d just gotten out of a long-term relationship. I just wanted someone to love, not just a quickie with a gigolo. I want more. I deserve more. But enough about Khalil. Karma would catch up to his stupid ass soon enough I thought.
I met his brother Samir that same day, just a few minutes after the incident with his brother Khalil. Samir had been called by some of the shopkeepers that had witnessed the loud dispute between Suleiman and Khalil, and he came to find out what had happened. He apologized profusely and said how sorry he was, telling me that his brother could sometimes be an asshole, and then sent his brother home for the day.
Just goes to show you that not every person in a culture is all bad. I met some wonderful, upstanding Palestinians throughout my travels in the middle east, and some of them I shall always treasure and love and hold dear in my heart. Suleiman and Samir would be amongst that number.
So here I was, weeks later, after Khalil’s regrettable stupidity, running into his handsome older brother, Samir, whom I believe had told me he was twenty-seven. I was just a little older than him myself, but still looked quite young and innocent. Which is why I had to be careful. Too many predators in the middle east.
Samir asked if he could walk with me, and I told him that would be fine, but I was not paying anybody for sex. He said that was fine, that he just wanted to talk with me and get to know me, and that he had hoped to run into me again after that unfortunate day with his brother. He did speak English very well, I noted.
Fine, I told him. I didn’t really mind having such a handsome escort. He had such beautiful brown eyes and a very endearing smile with nice, white even teeth. He was pretty yummy actually and quite handsome.
Samir told me that he would like to show me a little park not far from where we were, and asked if I’d like to go there with him. I told him that would be fine, since I’d not been to this park before but had passed by it a number of times. My plans had actually been to walk up the hill from my small apartment where I was staying to Jaffa Street where the nice outdoors shopping mall and promenade were, to have a nice cool juice or something, and watch the gorgeous men walk by, but what the heck, as long as he was going to behave himself and act like a gentleman, I would welcome his delightful company.
When we got into the park, Samir took my hand and walked with me. That in and of itself was quite thrilling to me. The warmth of his hand and the human contact were quite welcome at this point in time. (Yes, I am a hopeless romantic and make no apologies for it!) We were all alone there, and it was so green and beautiful and peaceful with lots of trees, flowers and tall bushes running the length around it with an even taller stone wall running round the back side of the park. It was all so picturesque and inviting, as was my escort. I could tell that he was into me. We would just see where this went then. If he just acted right.
We walked and enjoyed the beautiful sunshine and I put my hand around his strong, muscular arm, and was in heaven. I told him that I would soon be traveling back into Jordan, as I had some fellow American friends living there whom I wished to see again. He said he’d like to go with me. I laughed with him, but I was still just a bit wary after meeting his brother. I wondered if he could also turn violent suddenly like that. I didn’t want to find out. But then he did seem much more mature than his brother.
Samir stopped by some nice tall bushes and suggested that we sit in the grass there under a small tree and talk some more. The mixture of shade and sunshine was flawless! I was fine with that. The day couldn’t be any more perfect!
He asked me why I was smiling, and I replied, “Am I?” He said, “Yes. A very big smile which makes your beautiful eyes sparkle.” Then he leaned in to kiss me, and I let him. “You have very nice soft, full lips as well,” he stated, “I like!”. He was saying and doing all the right things. He kissed me again. It was a very passionate kiss, which turned into several more, with his tongue darting into my mouth, dancing slowly, sensuously, together with my tongue. And my thoughts spoke a lovely soliloquy in my head as to what I’d like to do with him just about now.
I clasped my arms tightly around this beautiful Palestinian man in a torrid embrace and he kissed me even harder. I was almost breathless with excitement at this point, and reached up to caress his soft, freshly-shaven cheek and he pulled back and said that he wanted to look into my beautiful eyes once more. What was a pretty-boy to do then, but surrender??? He was definitely saying all the right things! I think I like this guy! Hmmm…
He whispered my name softly into my ear and took my hand and kissed it gently before placing it on his growing member, and asked me if I liked what I was feeling. It was quite thick and long, I could tell, even inside of his slacks, and he still wasn’t even fully hard. Wow! I just nodded my head in positive affirmation against his shoulder, almost afraid to speak. “Good, because I like the way it feels when you are touching my zoobie like this.”
We snuggled like this for a while longer, and I opened several of his top buttons on his shirt with my free hand, as my other was still busy squeezing and stroking his big fat hard-on, and reached in to feel that equally firm muscular chest of his. His skin was soft and smooth and felt oh-so-delicious! I pulled his shirt back a tad and exposed a lovely brown nipple and he gasped when I took it into my mouth as I swirled round his pretty man-tit and suckled him and made love to it with my tongue.
His arms came around me even tighter as he breathed in loudly and pulled me so close to him that he was almost crushing me, he was just so very strong. I didn’t complain. I didn’t want to break the spell of utter lust and wanting that we were both feeling for one another now.
We kissed and made out for a few more minutes when Samir said, “Come with me,” as he lifted me to my feet and walked with me into the row of tall bushes where we were soon hidden from the possibility of any prying eyes.
He stood in front of me and pulled me back into his arms where I could lay my head on that wonderful strong chest of his some more. I was in heaven. I also noted then that he was at least two to three inches taller than me, making him at least six feet tall, possibly taller. Yum! We continued to kiss, and he took off his sports jacket and laid it down on the ground and unbuttoned his freshly ironed dress shirt, and showed me his beautiful chest and tummy and I licked and kissed up and down his gorgeous, well-built torso while he reached down inside of my shirt and began to tweak and play with my nipples. I thought I would pass out, it felt so good! My nipples are definitely one of my more erogenous zones, and when he saw the pleasure that this was giving me, he unbuttoned my shirt all the way down, and began suckling on my greedy little rose buds.
I do have a little hair on my chest, but that didn’t seem to bother him in the least as he worked my nipples with his tongue and teeth for all he was worth. Damn! I thought I was hot before, now I was REALLY getting worked up into a sexual frenzy.
Samir told me to take off all my clothes. “Whoa!” I said. “I don’t want to do that. What if somebody comes into the park?” I suddenly grew fearful for my safety, and told him that I’m not in the habit of getting naked in public places. But he stepped out of his pants and laid them down on the ground, atop his sports coat, and unleashed that fat monster between his legs. He was about eight and a half inches and quite thick. Who could resist? Oh my goodness, his cock was just so beautiful and looked so tasty!
So against my better judgment, I unbuckled my belt and he held me as I lifted my legs and stepped out of my pants and laid them down beside his. Then he pulled my shirt off and laid it on top of my pants, and we both stood there wearing nothing but our shoes and socks.
“There, that looks much better now!” Samir exclaimed. He was really enjoying my discomfort and grinned while asking me, “Why are you blushing? We are alone, and it is just the two of us here. Relax! Samir won’t let anything bad happen to you.” He pulled me towards him again and embraced me and the kissing-fest continued.
It didn’t take too long, before I relaxed in his arms as he stroked our cocks together so wonderfully. His zoobie felt like solid steel against mine. He was so hard and so utterly excited, but said he’d better stop because he didn’t want to cum yet. I was a little disappointed, it had felt so damned good, that I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t care if I came now. I was so turned on and way past horny. I was on fire.
Samir’s strong arms turned me around as if I were a rag doll and he was squeezing my nipples while he held me close to his chest, and I could feel that beautiful cock of his pressing up against my ass, sliding in between my ass cheeks and rubbing against my tight little pucker. He wrapped his big hand around my cock and began stroking me. His hands felt so good, I never wanted him to stop what he was doing to me. He was just teasing me into doing whatever his heart desired. That was fine with me! I was his eager little love slave for that moment. I could say no to nothing at this point. I felt a little like a whore for a brief instant, but the pleasure he was giving to my hard dick as he massaged my sphincter with his sexy meat made me forget everything but the incredible feelings that I was experiencing at this exact, precious moment in time. I etched it into my memory, never wanting to forget the amazing hotness of this sexual encounter. Samir knew exactly what he was doing and was quite expert in the art of love-making himself, I discovered in the most wonderful ways.
Before I knew it, Samir had turned me back around and took his big zoobie in his hand and guided it toward my lips. I wasn’t going to turn down the offer of feeling his thick, sexy cock sliding into my mouth and running down my throat. I bent down and smiled up at him and he smiled back. Damn he was pretty! I could see the thick veins running up the sides of his circumcised shaft as that fat, bulbous brown Arab cock-head touched my lips for the first time. Mmmmmmm… Arab meat. There’s nothing better. So clean. So delicious. So very welcome.
After the initial delight of feeling my tongue swirling around his thick horse-cock, he started to inch it further into my hungry, sucking mouth. One thing that I take great pride in, is being an excellent cocks-man. He said, “Oh my god, that feels fantastic!” I continued doing the butterfly on the head of his knob and sucking his fat rod deeper into my mouth, keeping the pressure and suction just right so that he would have maximum pleasure for being so sweet to me. He began to pump his meat more earnestly, as I felt it inching down my throat, temporarily cutting off my ability to breathe, as he pushed it all the way in, and I think it must have grown at least another inch for a big full nine inches of pleasure-giving-sexiness! I worked it well with the muscles in the back of my throat. He moaned softly. That’s it, he was hooked!
Mmmm… I sighed. I LOVED his fat long meat in my mouth! I was SO very glad that I had decided to let Samir walk with me and escort me up the hill.
I was having a wonderful time feeling his muscular ass and legs as I worked on his fat juicy love-tool. What a hunk! He was just solid muscle all over. I was very pleased. So I wanted to please him even more. He must have read my mind, as he pulled me to my feet once more, looking passionately into my eyes and laying the most breath-taking kiss of them all on me at that moment. His need took my breath away, as I felt him lifting all 160 pounds of me up into his big strong arms, and up onto his thighs, where he stood. I could feel his rock-hard cock pushing against my tight little hole and as he was already so lubed up with my saliva, he began to slip inside of me. I was stretched quite wide, just from his fat cock-head pushing through my tight little ring. I caught my breath, and he asked me if he were hurting me. I told him a little, but if he just entered me slowly, I would have time to adjust to his size, and it shouldn’t hurt me. He slowed down then, just moving the head around ever so slightly until he knew that I was getting used to his big girth, and began to push just slightly in with each sensuous, rolling thrust of his hips and pulsating knob, until I began to feel my boy-pussy opening up to accept his big solid offering of hot, throbbing cock-meat.
I marveled at his strength, as he was rocking me back and forth, holding me in mid-air with his big strong arms, and against his thighs that felt like mighty oaks, and he began to thrust deeper inside of my love canal faster and with more intensity. I was so wet inside with my own natural lubrication that we didn’t have any need of anything else.
Samir whispered into my ear, “You feel just like a pussy inside, it’s soft and wet and tight” to which I replied, “So I’ve been told. Now fuck me!”
He grabbed hold of me even tighter as he began to really take my sweet little pussy fast and hard. He was like a madman at this point, ramming me so hard with his big Palestinian manhood and there was nothing I could or wanted to do but just enjoy the intensity of this wild, penetrating ride for as long as I could.
“Stroke your cock with your hand, I want you to feel good too,” he grunted into my ear. I was already feeling good just experiencing the thrill of having that fat zoobie thrusting and pounding long and hard inside of me, but I didn’t have to be told twice. I was on fire. I reached down and began stroking and squeezing my cock which only amplified the pleasure times ten thousand that I was feeling inside and out. After about five more minutes of this double whammy I told him that I was about to cum. Samir groaned that he was about to “finish” as well, and asked if he could finish inside of me. “Anything you like, is fine with me baby,” I whispered into his ear, too weak from this spectacular love-making to stop anything from happening that was happening.
We were both at the point of no return by now, and I felt his fat zoobie grow even harder and longer inside of me and I couldn’t take it any longer and erupted all over his chest which only set him off as my tight hole spasmed all over his enormous cock, jerking, squeezing and sucking on his big rod as I came, and he took my mouth in a ravenous, powerful kiss as he exploded inside of me with such ferocity that I thought my insides would never be the same again. I felt spurt after spurt of fiery hot, thick Arab man-juice pouring into my boy-cunt, and I had never been happier before in all my life because of it.
Samir waited for both our orgasms to subside before moving or uttering one more sound, as we hung there in timeless wonder at the enormity of the pleasures that we were both enjoying.
I felt his vise-like grip start to loosen, and I was glad, as my ribs and spine felt just slightly bruised. And he finally stood up completely and let my legs slide back down and my feet finally touched the ground again. I was too weak to stand on my own though, and that was alright. He had more than enough strength to hold us both up for the few minutes more that it took for us to compose ourselves from our state of utter orgasmic bliss. He held me against his strong sexy Arab chest and I snuggled my head into his muscular pecs and just worked to slow my breathing.
When he knew I could stand on my own again, he took some tissues from the pocket of his pants on the ground and wiped several trails of my jizz from his chest and took a few more tissues and turned me around and wiped his cum from my poor abused little sphincter which felt like it must be glowing from the heat emanating from it… But the good, freshly-fucked kind of heat.
I took the tissues from his hand and wiped the remaining strands of thick cream from the tip of his well-fucked, semi-hard zoobie and he said we should get dressed now. “Anything you say, big daddy,” is what I thought to myself and smiled.
He asked me what was so funny, and I told him that I was just happy. He said, “I also. That was very nice!” I assured him that there was more where that came from if he was interested. He didn’t speak. He pulled me closer and gave me a sweet, tender French-kiss in answer.
Amazingly enough, there was still nobody else in the park as we exited the tall bushes which had shaded us so perfectly and wonderfully in our mind-numbingly intense time of love-making. Thank goodness! We sat back on the grass to catch our breaths, and he wiped a little perspiration from my brow and smiled a lover’s smile down at me and winked.
My oh my, but my afternoon turned out so very differently than I had imagined that it would.
We strolled about the park a while longer, holding hands, and only stopping to kiss intermittently until he had to be back at his shop. Just as we exited the park, a couple came strolling past us and entered the park.
I thanked this beautiful young, shopkeeper for an afternoon of exquisite Palestinian delight. He grinned from ear to ear and told me there was more of the same if I was interested. I would have kissed him in answer, but we were out in public once more, and I’m quite sure that my bright, happy smile said everything that he needed to know. He told me once more how beautiful I was and that he wanted to see me again soon. I told him that I know where he worked, and that chances were he would probably see me again.
We met dozens more times before I left for my trip. Yes, that means I delayed my departure as long as I could… But Samir’s “welcome back pleasure-fest” was well worth the short time apart, and I’ll have to leave that for another story sometime soon.
Thank you for the wonderfully tantalizing memories my sweet Samir… I shall always love you!
I was sitting and talking with my dear friend, Suleiman, in his shop one day when Samir’s younger brother Khalil had invited me into his little shop next door where he was selling leather coats and belts and such, and asked me to have tea with him. I didn’t know Khalil, but I looked at my friend Suleiman, as if to ask if he was alright, and he read the look on my face and nodded that he was safe. Well, that wasn’t completely the case.
I’d known Suleiman for over a year, who was in his early thirties, married with children, and he was very kind and protective of me, as I’d told him how another shopkeeper had invited me into his shop and given me tea and then grown extremely nasty with me when I declined his offer to suck his zoobie and pay HIM for the pleasure. I was afraid he was going to hurt me before I could get away from him that day. So I was wary about entering into stranger’s shops.
Suleiman looked at me and said, “It’s alright, I’m just next door. If anything happens that you don’t like, just call me.” He is such a dear soul!
So I went to Khalil’s shop where he shook my hand again and held it a little longer than he should have as he led me to my seat at a small table, and smiled nicely at me. He was really handsome, and so muscular and deliciously masculine. I’d just broken up with my Palestinian lover, Naeem, whom I’d dated for slightly over a year, just about a month beforehand. I was still getting over my broken heart. Could this nice, twenty-something year old man help ease my pain? I wondered.
Khalil called one of the boys in who constantly traverse the corridors of the Old City and he quickly returned with a tray of tea and some little pastries. I was still wary after my previous encounter with that other hateful shopkeeper, but he was quite pleasant for about twenty minutes or so. Then the talk shifted towards sex, and I found myself being asked to have sex with Khalil and pay him, and when I declined, he got angry and his voice got REALLY loud, and he became so hostile and threatening that I was afraid for a moment that he was going to hit me. I was really stunned!
I didn’t have to even call my friend’s name, as he came around that corner and into Khalil’s shop very quickly and put his arm around my shoulders and escorted me back into his shop and sat me back down and then went to have words with Khalil. It got a bit ugly. The shopkeepers in the immediate vicinity were all looking outside of their shops as Suleiman embarrassed Khalil in front of everybody there. Boy did I love Suleiman even more than I already had! What a prince!
I wasn’t even trying to lead Khalil on. I was just speaking to him about my life in the states and getting to know a seemingly friendly guy. I was being very cautious, since I’d just gotten out of a long-term relationship. I just wanted someone to love, not just a quickie with a gigolo. I want more. I deserve more. But enough about Khalil. Karma would catch up to his stupid ass soon enough I thought.
I met his brother Samir that same day, just a few minutes after the incident with his brother Khalil. Samir had been called by some of the shopkeepers that had witnessed the loud dispute between Suleiman and Khalil, and he came to find out what had happened. He apologized profusely and said how sorry he was, telling me that his brother could sometimes be an asshole, and then sent his brother home for the day.
Just goes to show you that not every person in a culture is all bad. I met some wonderful, upstanding Palestinians throughout my travels in the middle east, and some of them I shall always treasure and love and hold dear in my heart. Suleiman and Samir would be amongst that number.
So here I was, weeks later, after Khalil’s regrettable stupidity, running into his handsome older brother, Samir, whom I believe had told me he was twenty-seven. I was just a little older than him myself, but still looked quite young and innocent. Which is why I had to be careful. Too many predators in the middle east.
Samir asked if he could walk with me, and I told him that would be fine, but I was not paying anybody for sex. He said that was fine, that he just wanted to talk with me and get to know me, and that he had hoped to run into me again after that unfortunate day with his brother. He did speak English very well, I noted.
Fine, I told him. I didn’t really mind having such a handsome escort. He had such beautiful brown eyes and a very endearing smile with nice, white even teeth. He was pretty yummy actually and quite handsome.
Samir told me that he would like to show me a little park not far from where we were, and asked if I’d like to go there with him. I told him that would be fine, since I’d not been to this park before but had passed by it a number of times. My plans had actually been to walk up the hill from my small apartment where I was staying to Jaffa Street where the nice outdoors shopping mall and promenade were, to have a nice cool juice or something, and watch the gorgeous men walk by, but what the heck, as long as he was going to behave himself and act like a gentleman, I would welcome his delightful company.
When we got into the park, Samir took my hand and walked with me. That in and of itself was quite thrilling to me. The warmth of his hand and the human contact were quite welcome at this point in time. (Yes, I am a hopeless romantic and make no apologies for it!) We were all alone there, and it was so green and beautiful and peaceful with lots of trees, flowers and tall bushes running the length around it with an even taller stone wall running round the back side of the park. It was all so picturesque and inviting, as was my escort. I could tell that he was into me. We would just see where this went then. If he just acted right.
We walked and enjoyed the beautiful sunshine and I put my hand around his strong, muscular arm, and was in heaven. I told him that I would soon be traveling back into Jordan, as I had some fellow American friends living there whom I wished to see again. He said he’d like to go with me. I laughed with him, but I was still just a bit wary after meeting his brother. I wondered if he could also turn violent suddenly like that. I didn’t want to find out. But then he did seem much more mature than his brother.
Samir stopped by some nice tall bushes and suggested that we sit in the grass there under a small tree and talk some more. The mixture of shade and sunshine was flawless! I was fine with that. The day couldn’t be any more perfect!
He asked me why I was smiling, and I replied, “Am I?” He said, “Yes. A very big smile which makes your beautiful eyes sparkle.” Then he leaned in to kiss me, and I let him. “You have very nice soft, full lips as well,” he stated, “I like!”. He was saying and doing all the right things. He kissed me again. It was a very passionate kiss, which turned into several more, with his tongue darting into my mouth, dancing slowly, sensuously, together with my tongue. And my thoughts spoke a lovely soliloquy in my head as to what I’d like to do with him just about now.
I clasped my arms tightly around this beautiful Palestinian man in a torrid embrace and he kissed me even harder. I was almost breathless with excitement at this point, and reached up to caress his soft, freshly-shaven cheek and he pulled back and said that he wanted to look into my beautiful eyes once more. What was a pretty-boy to do then, but surrender??? He was definitely saying all the right things! I think I like this guy! Hmmm…
He whispered my name softly into my ear and took my hand and kissed it gently before placing it on his growing member, and asked me if I liked what I was feeling. It was quite thick and long, I could tell, even inside of his slacks, and he still wasn’t even fully hard. Wow! I just nodded my head in positive affirmation against his shoulder, almost afraid to speak. “Good, because I like the way it feels when you are touching my zoobie like this.”
We snuggled like this for a while longer, and I opened several of his top buttons on his shirt with my free hand, as my other was still busy squeezing and stroking his big fat hard-on, and reached in to feel that equally firm muscular chest of his. His skin was soft and smooth and felt oh-so-delicious! I pulled his shirt back a tad and exposed a lovely brown nipple and he gasped when I took it into my mouth as I swirled round his pretty man-tit and suckled him and made love to it with my tongue.
His arms came around me even tighter as he breathed in loudly and pulled me so close to him that he was almost crushing me, he was just so very strong. I didn’t complain. I didn’t want to break the spell of utter lust and wanting that we were both feeling for one another now.
We kissed and made out for a few more minutes when Samir said, “Come with me,” as he lifted me to my feet and walked with me into the row of tall bushes where we were soon hidden from the possibility of any prying eyes.
He stood in front of me and pulled me back into his arms where I could lay my head on that wonderful strong chest of his some more. I was in heaven. I also noted then that he was at least two to three inches taller than me, making him at least six feet tall, possibly taller. Yum! We continued to kiss, and he took off his sports jacket and laid it down on the ground and unbuttoned his freshly ironed dress shirt, and showed me his beautiful chest and tummy and I licked and kissed up and down his gorgeous, well-built torso while he reached down inside of my shirt and began to tweak and play with my nipples. I thought I would pass out, it felt so good! My nipples are definitely one of my more erogenous zones, and when he saw the pleasure that this was giving me, he unbuttoned my shirt all the way down, and began suckling on my greedy little rose buds.
I do have a little hair on my chest, but that didn’t seem to bother him in the least as he worked my nipples with his tongue and teeth for all he was worth. Damn! I thought I was hot before, now I was REALLY getting worked up into a sexual frenzy.
Samir told me to take off all my clothes. “Whoa!” I said. “I don’t want to do that. What if somebody comes into the park?” I suddenly grew fearful for my safety, and told him that I’m not in the habit of getting naked in public places. But he stepped out of his pants and laid them down on the ground, atop his sports coat, and unleashed that fat monster between his legs. He was about eight and a half inches and quite thick. Who could resist? Oh my goodness, his cock was just so beautiful and looked so tasty!
So against my better judgment, I unbuckled my belt and he held me as I lifted my legs and stepped out of my pants and laid them down beside his. Then he pulled my shirt off and laid it on top of my pants, and we both stood there wearing nothing but our shoes and socks.
“There, that looks much better now!” Samir exclaimed. He was really enjoying my discomfort and grinned while asking me, “Why are you blushing? We are alone, and it is just the two of us here. Relax! Samir won’t let anything bad happen to you.” He pulled me towards him again and embraced me and the kissing-fest continued.
It didn’t take too long, before I relaxed in his arms as he stroked our cocks together so wonderfully. His zoobie felt like solid steel against mine. He was so hard and so utterly excited, but said he’d better stop because he didn’t want to cum yet. I was a little disappointed, it had felt so damned good, that I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t care if I came now. I was so turned on and way past horny. I was on fire.
Samir’s strong arms turned me around as if I were a rag doll and he was squeezing my nipples while he held me close to his chest, and I could feel that beautiful cock of his pressing up against my ass, sliding in between my ass cheeks and rubbing against my tight little pucker. He wrapped his big hand around my cock and began stroking me. His hands felt so good, I never wanted him to stop what he was doing to me. He was just teasing me into doing whatever his heart desired. That was fine with me! I was his eager little love slave for that moment. I could say no to nothing at this point. I felt a little like a whore for a brief instant, but the pleasure he was giving to my hard dick as he massaged my sphincter with his sexy meat made me forget everything but the incredible feelings that I was experiencing at this exact, precious moment in time. I etched it into my memory, never wanting to forget the amazing hotness of this sexual encounter. Samir knew exactly what he was doing and was quite expert in the art of love-making himself, I discovered in the most wonderful ways.
Before I knew it, Samir had turned me back around and took his big zoobie in his hand and guided it toward my lips. I wasn’t going to turn down the offer of feeling his thick, sexy cock sliding into my mouth and running down my throat. I bent down and smiled up at him and he smiled back. Damn he was pretty! I could see the thick veins running up the sides of his circumcised shaft as that fat, bulbous brown Arab cock-head touched my lips for the first time. Mmmmmmm… Arab meat. There’s nothing better. So clean. So delicious. So very welcome.
After the initial delight of feeling my tongue swirling around his thick horse-cock, he started to inch it further into my hungry, sucking mouth. One thing that I take great pride in, is being an excellent cocks-man. He said, “Oh my god, that feels fantastic!” I continued doing the butterfly on the head of his knob and sucking his fat rod deeper into my mouth, keeping the pressure and suction just right so that he would have maximum pleasure for being so sweet to me. He began to pump his meat more earnestly, as I felt it inching down my throat, temporarily cutting off my ability to breathe, as he pushed it all the way in, and I think it must have grown at least another inch for a big full nine inches of pleasure-giving-sexiness! I worked it well with the muscles in the back of my throat. He moaned softly. That’s it, he was hooked!
Mmmm… I sighed. I LOVED his fat long meat in my mouth! I was SO very glad that I had decided to let Samir walk with me and escort me up the hill.
I was having a wonderful time feeling his muscular ass and legs as I worked on his fat juicy love-tool. What a hunk! He was just solid muscle all over. I was very pleased. So I wanted to please him even more. He must have read my mind, as he pulled me to my feet once more, looking passionately into my eyes and laying the most breath-taking kiss of them all on me at that moment. His need took my breath away, as I felt him lifting all 160 pounds of me up into his big strong arms, and up onto his thighs, where he stood. I could feel his rock-hard cock pushing against my tight little hole and as he was already so lubed up with my saliva, he began to slip inside of me. I was stretched quite wide, just from his fat cock-head pushing through my tight little ring. I caught my breath, and he asked me if he were hurting me. I told him a little, but if he just entered me slowly, I would have time to adjust to his size, and it shouldn’t hurt me. He slowed down then, just moving the head around ever so slightly until he knew that I was getting used to his big girth, and began to push just slightly in with each sensuous, rolling thrust of his hips and pulsating knob, until I began to feel my boy-pussy opening up to accept his big solid offering of hot, throbbing cock-meat.
I marveled at his strength, as he was rocking me back and forth, holding me in mid-air with his big strong arms, and against his thighs that felt like mighty oaks, and he began to thrust deeper inside of my love canal faster and with more intensity. I was so wet inside with my own natural lubrication that we didn’t have any need of anything else.
Samir whispered into my ear, “You feel just like a pussy inside, it’s soft and wet and tight” to which I replied, “So I’ve been told. Now fuck me!”
He grabbed hold of me even tighter as he began to really take my sweet little pussy fast and hard. He was like a madman at this point, ramming me so hard with his big Palestinian manhood and there was nothing I could or wanted to do but just enjoy the intensity of this wild, penetrating ride for as long as I could.
“Stroke your cock with your hand, I want you to feel good too,” he grunted into my ear. I was already feeling good just experiencing the thrill of having that fat zoobie thrusting and pounding long and hard inside of me, but I didn’t have to be told twice. I was on fire. I reached down and began stroking and squeezing my cock which only amplified the pleasure times ten thousand that I was feeling inside and out. After about five more minutes of this double whammy I told him that I was about to cum. Samir groaned that he was about to “finish” as well, and asked if he could finish inside of me. “Anything you like, is fine with me baby,” I whispered into his ear, too weak from this spectacular love-making to stop anything from happening that was happening.
We were both at the point of no return by now, and I felt his fat zoobie grow even harder and longer inside of me and I couldn’t take it any longer and erupted all over his chest which only set him off as my tight hole spasmed all over his enormous cock, jerking, squeezing and sucking on his big rod as I came, and he took my mouth in a ravenous, powerful kiss as he exploded inside of me with such ferocity that I thought my insides would never be the same again. I felt spurt after spurt of fiery hot, thick Arab man-juice pouring into my boy-cunt, and I had never been happier before in all my life because of it.
Samir waited for both our orgasms to subside before moving or uttering one more sound, as we hung there in timeless wonder at the enormity of the pleasures that we were both enjoying.
I felt his vise-like grip start to loosen, and I was glad, as my ribs and spine felt just slightly bruised. And he finally stood up completely and let my legs slide back down and my feet finally touched the ground again. I was too weak to stand on my own though, and that was alright. He had more than enough strength to hold us both up for the few minutes more that it took for us to compose ourselves from our state of utter orgasmic bliss. He held me against his strong sexy Arab chest and I snuggled my head into his muscular pecs and just worked to slow my breathing.
When he knew I could stand on my own again, he took some tissues from the pocket of his pants on the ground and wiped several trails of my jizz from his chest and took a few more tissues and turned me around and wiped his cum from my poor abused little sphincter which felt like it must be glowing from the heat emanating from it… But the good, freshly-fucked kind of heat.
I took the tissues from his hand and wiped the remaining strands of thick cream from the tip of his well-fucked, semi-hard zoobie and he said we should get dressed now. “Anything you say, big daddy,” is what I thought to myself and smiled.
He asked me what was so funny, and I told him that I was just happy. He said, “I also. That was very nice!” I assured him that there was more where that came from if he was interested. He didn’t speak. He pulled me closer and gave me a sweet, tender French-kiss in answer.
Amazingly enough, there was still nobody else in the park as we exited the tall bushes which had shaded us so perfectly and wonderfully in our mind-numbingly intense time of love-making. Thank goodness! We sat back on the grass to catch our breaths, and he wiped a little perspiration from my brow and smiled a lover’s smile down at me and winked.
My oh my, but my afternoon turned out so very differently than I had imagined that it would.
We strolled about the park a while longer, holding hands, and only stopping to kiss intermittently until he had to be back at his shop. Just as we exited the park, a couple came strolling past us and entered the park.
I thanked this beautiful young, shopkeeper for an afternoon of exquisite Palestinian delight. He grinned from ear to ear and told me there was more of the same if I was interested. I would have kissed him in answer, but we were out in public once more, and I’m quite sure that my bright, happy smile said everything that he needed to know. He told me once more how beautiful I was and that he wanted to see me again soon. I told him that I know where he worked, and that chances were he would probably see me again.
We met dozens more times before I left for my trip. Yes, that means I delayed my departure as long as I could… But Samir’s “welcome back pleasure-fest” was well worth the short time apart, and I’ll have to leave that for another story sometime soon.
Thank you for the wonderfully tantalizing memories my sweet Samir… I shall always love you!