maceov
12-22-2008, 02:29 PM
His name was Omar, and I met him while living in Jerusalem for a time, just outside of Damascus Gate. He sold fresh fruits and vegetables and had a little stand just at the front entrance of the walls and gates of my apartment compound. He was tall, lean, dark and sexy and very curious about me and America, it seemed. I knew from his uncle, who spoke fairly fluent English that he lived with his father and family outside of Jerusalem in the desert in tents and that they had to commute into the city each day for work. I was under the mistaken assumption that the Bedouin way of life would be dirty, but I found that these people were very clean and always smelled fresh and wore freshly pressed clothes.
Each day that I would walk by, Omar would flash me a dazzling smile and say hello. He didn’t speak much English, but then I’ve found that’s not always necessary. I speak just enough Arabic to get by. But a certain look, wink or smile can tell me everything I need to know about a handsome young man such as he. Just saying the words, “Shukron sayed,” or “Thank you Sir” would cause him to beam from ear to ear. I found that showing the simplest courtesy and respect to any Palestinian or Arab would elicit a great big smile, and make them a friend. In fact, I found many of the Palestinians to be very warm and kind and loving.
Omar worked his vegetable stand out of a small, crowded shop just under the guest house steps that were outside of my courtyard and I often bought fresh cucumbers and tomatoes from him. He would always tilt his head in that tantalizing way and grin at me in just such a way, that I figured he was quite “haveable” in the scheme of things. He often let his hand linger on mine when handing over my change or the bagged goods, which never failed to send little electrical charges all up and down my spine. He had big hands with long thick fingers, which of course made me wonder how big his “zoobie” might be. He was quite delicious to look at, with his darker complexioned skin and stunning brown eyes and black hair. I just thought me might be a little too young for me to contemplate getting involved with, so I asked him his age in Arabic one day, and he told me that he was nineteen. Young, but legal. I really wanted to see what his nice full lips felt like on mine.
Knowing that he desired me gave me a thrill and was enough for a time. Until the one day he had to step back into his shop to get the vegetables that I was wanting and motioned for me to follow. He got the items I’d asked for and then stood very close to me. I could smell his sweet breath as he moved closer, and his big brown eyes looked deeply into mine as he smiled sweetly down at me. He was about three or four inches taller than me, and wonderfully muscular and lanky.
I gave him his shekels and said thank you, and before I knew what was happening, he leaned down and took my hand in his and kissed my cheek very softly. Then he pulled my hand over to his now erect penis and placed my hand on his cock, squeezing my hand over his fat meat with his own. His zoobie felt quite thick and about eight long, fat inches, I estimated. His lips brushed mine gently and I fell against his hard, tall, lean body, feeling his powerful muscular strength as he took me in a sweet embrace. He pulled me close to him and turned me around, with my back against his chest, and his arms tightly about me. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and next to my ear which be began to kiss while rubbing my nipples through my shirt and grinding his thickening zoobie into the crack of my ass, which I could feel very clearly through my jeans. I ground my ass cheeks a little harder against his throbbing cock and felt it throb again several times. I was breathless as he reached down and stroked my now hardening dick in his hand and kissed my neck.
Just then, his uncle came from out of nowhere, and called out, “Omar, where are you?”
Fortunately for us, he did this BEFORE he stepped into the shop. We jumped away from one another and I handed him the money for the vegetables and thanked him, acting as though nothing at all had happened. Omar’s uncle looked at us a bit suspiciously, but as he didn’t actually SEE us doing anything, he couldn’t say anything about it. At least not to me.
When I got back to my apartment, I looked into a mirror and noted that my face was a little flushed from this very sexy and very sensuous encounter that I’d just experienced, and I hoped that hadn’t given us away. But his uncle was as pleasant as ever when I saw him the next day and waved and smiled as I walked by him in his julibee and abaya. So he apparently suspected nothing was amiss. He was also a very pleasant man, a bit plump, and whose face looked a bit like well worn leather. He did NOT have his nephew’s fantastically sexy looks!
When I didn’t see Omar for a few days, I couldn’t help but wonder where he’d gone off to. His uncle said that he was off attending some other business for him and that he’d be back soon. True to his word, there he was several days later, looking as delicious as ever.
I came home late in the afternoon, early evening one day from shopping at the bazaar in the Old City of Jerusalem, and there was Omar, packing his fruits and vegetables up and moving them into the shop where they would be stored over night. His two much younger cousins were there helping him, and I could see already that they would be handsome young men one day themselves.
I walked by him and smiled and he acknowledged me with his own sweet smile. I went to unlock my front gate to get into my apartment, but the gate was standing open and I left it that way. I’d just gotten into my small apartment when I heard someone at my front door. There was a grate in the door that could be left open to let in fresh air, and clearly there was somebody outside of it as I came over to look. It was Omar. He’d followed me in. His two cousins were right behind, and he shooed them back out of my courtyard and back to the shop.
I opened the door, and asked him why he was still standing outside. He just stood there quietly, not sure of himself, or if he should enter. I did NOT want him to leave, so I stepped closer to him in my open doorway and kissed his cheek while reaching my hand down the front of his shirt and stroking his nipples. THAT got his attention. He froze and started breathing heavily as I did this, which let me know that I was on the right track for pleasing him. I unbuttoned his shirt by several buttons and began licking and sucking his nipples. He leaned against me and wrapped his arms about my neck and head and sighed into my ear.
I reached down to the front of his pants with one hand and began squeezing his already rock hard penis, and then unzipped them all the while sucking on those delicious brown nipples of his. Then when I got his pants open and reached in to pull his semi-hard cock out of the little pouch that he was wearing and felt his naked manhood for the very first time, I left off sucking his nipples and bent down and took his fat delicious zoobie into my mouth, and when he let out a soft moan, I knew then that he was all mine. All his reluctance faded, and he let me pull him the rest of the way into my apartment and I shut the door behind us for privacy.
I led Omar over to the couch and sat him down, never letting of his big dick, which throbbed in my hand. I pulled his pants down along with his little sexy underwear which had just been cradling his sexy man-meat a moment ago, and took his tight balls into my mouth, one by one, suckling on them, continuing all the while to stroke and squeeze and pull on his sensitive nipples which were obviously an erogenous zone for him. I pushed him back down onto the couch where I was now kneeling down on my knees and took his fat zoobie back into my mouth for another tongue-bath and excellent cock-sucking.
I’ve always prided myself with my expertise in learning exactly how to please a man, for each one is different, a little more suction at the head, or rubbing their cock at the roof or back of my throat, whichever sensation they needed to take them to the edge of ecstasy and then plunge them over the cliff of orgasmic delight. I gave it my all, and this sweet young man took notice, and was moaning and grunting as he pumped his fat dick deeper down my throat. He reached over and started stroking my nipples as I sucked him, which I love, for my nipples are very sensitive as well, and LOVE to be touched, licked, kissed, squeezed and suckled.
I didn’t want this to end too quickly, so I pulled back on my expert cock-sucking and concentrated on the rest of his body, kissing my way up his little trail of hair over his pubies and tonguing his cute little belly button before working my way up his tummy and tight abs and feeling with my hand how slender and yet deliciously muscular that his body was.
I licked downward to his brown thighs, still squeezing his fat zoobie in my free hand and intermittently going back up to his cock and sliding it back into my mouth and deep into my hungry throat.
Whatever I was doing was obviously what he needed, as a torrent of passion erupted from him, and he pulled me close to him and began pulling my clothes off until we were both completely naked there on my couch, and his fat zoobie was crushing against mine as he laid on top of me, kissing me deeply with his tongue and wrapping his arms about me so tightly, I could barely breathe, as he ground his fat dick into mine, back and forth, up and down, and I was in such a state of sexual bliss, that I thought I could die now and be happy.
Omar was quite a passionate lover, I discovered, and told me in his broken English that he’d only done this once or twice with a cousin who stayed over with him at night. I was intrigued by that story, but at the time was more interested in our own story that was enfolding there on my couch.
I suggested that we might be more comfortable on my bed, and he agreed, and we moved into my small bedroom, me leading him in by his now raging hard zoobie.
Omar turned and kissed me again on the lips, mashing his tightly against mine, and probing my mouth with his very nice tongue. He took my cock in his hand and pushed me backwards onto the bed, and lifted me and laid me down on the bed and laid between my legs, stroking my cock, he began to lick my nipples and I went crazy with desire. He kissed my neck, then my chest, then my belly, and at last I felt his lips on my very hard cock, and he plunged down onto my meat and it felt so good, I let out my own sighs of pleasure.
Before I knew it, Omar had flipped over and we were locked in a very passionate sixty-nine, sucking each other like there was no tomorrow. His tight round muscular ass felt so good in my hands as he pounded his fat zoobie into my mouth harder and harder. I could feel his big dick thickening and getting more rigid by the second and knew that it wouldn’t be long now before I was rewarded with a thick creamy milk shake of manly love juice.
I could also feel my own cum boiling to the surface, and I knew I was also on the brink. This was just too hot for words, and I knew that I would be joining him in a mind-shattering orgasm any minute now.
Sure enough, Omar’s cock exploded in my mouth, spewing load after load of creamy cock juice down my throat. I wasn’t going to let up, so swallowed every delicious drop of it, as he continued to pound my own cock with his mouth. He was an excellent cocksman, even with his lack of experience. Not as good as me, I’d wager, but with practice, he could be.
I couldn’t stand it any longer, as his cock pumped out the rest of his cum onto my tongue and I let loose then, now at the point of no return. His cock was still hard as steel in my mouth, and his hands on my body, and his continuous sucking too me to the brink and my cum shot out of my dick into his warm, soft, wet suckling mouth and I let out a loud moan of my own it was so good.
Omar let me cum into his mouth, but then spit it back onto my belly and rubbed it into my chest and nipples.
We were drenched in sweat and cum, so I got a wash cloth and cleaned him up, blowing gently on his zoobie and balls to dry them, which he seemed to like very much. I told him if he treated me right, I would treat HIM like a king. He smiled that sweet smile of his, showing his beautiful white, even teeth. Then leaned down and kissed me very passionately on the lips.
He had to hurry back to his shop to get the rest of his things put away before his uncle arrived, but I knew that I’d be seeing him again soon. He thanked me and left with another hug and squeeze. I laid down exhausted from our session and just pondered the deliciousness of what had just transpired between us.
Another couple of days went by before Omar was manning his uncle’s shop again, and when I walked by, he smiled and looked around, and said softly, “I want to fuck you!” I think it was his first sentence that I had heard him speak in perfect English. He must have asked somebody how to say it properly, I thought. I just smiled, and said, “Okay.” Then I asked “When?” He answered, “Soon.”
I went to my apartment and left the front gate unlocked and a few minutes later, there he was at my door again. I let him in, and he came in a lot less reluctantly than before and I was of course VERY pleased to see him again. He kissed me and said again, “I want to fuck you!” But this time it was right in my ear and he said it softly and more intimately than before.
I asked him if he had fucked before, and he told me in his broken English that his cousin had done it to him, but wouldn’t let him do it to him afterwards, like he’d promised. He also said his cousin was not gentle and that he had hurt him. He didn’t know if he wanted to try it again ever. That was just wrong of his cousin, but okay, I intended to rectify that situation, because I for one, love to fuck and BE fucked.
I didn’t have any lube, but I did have lotion, and it didn’t take us long to get naked. He wanted to lay his cock on mine again, as he seemed to like that and hump mine with his, but this time, I added the lotion to both of our zoobies and he seemed to like that sensation even more, as I held our cockmeat together in one hand while he stroked his dick back and forth all over mine. He was hard as steel in no time, and kissed me passionately. His strong, muscular arms turned me over onto my stomach and he applied the lotion to my anus and poked a finger inside of me. He asked me if I was clean, and I assured him that I had douched earlier, as I often do. I like to be fresh inside and out.
Before I knew it, he was lying on top of me with his big fat long eight inches of loving man meat nestled in the crack of my soft, willing ass, rocking his fat zoobie back and forth, until I could feel it pressing gently against my soft, tight sphincter muscle. Back and forth me moved his cock, until I felt my anus start to slowly open and give way with each sexy thrust of his hips, until his fat mushroom cock head slipped inside of me. It was big. I relaxed and prepared myself mentally for more of it. It was thick and long. But I knew once I got used to his thick girth, that I was going to enjoy very much being made love to by this sexy young Bedouin.
More and more of his fat meat slid in and out of me with each thrust as he stretched my tight little boy-pussy further around his big, fat kielbasa. Then my muscles loosened up more and he was suddenly all the way inside of me, and it took my breath away for a moment, but not from pain, from the sheer delight of having this sweet man DEEP inside of me, stretching my asshole to the limit. It hurt so good!
I started moving my ass around in little circles to stimulate his fat cock meat and he sighed, “That feels GOOD!” into my ear. I had told him that my lovers had always told me that I feel just like a pussy inside. In answer, he began stroking his fat girth inside of me as I grew more accustomed to his size, and then it was on. I told him to fuck me hard. My pussy was all his, and only for him. “Take what’s yours!” I cried. This turned him on even more, and he began pounding that big fat zoobie into my tight little warm hole, faster and faster and then harder and harder, and I knew that it would not be long before his tight big balls were unleashing a torrential flood of his sexy gism once more.
“Ungh!” Omar cried out, as he pounded my ass mercilessly, lost in the sensation of having his fat dick buried deep in something tight and moist and warm, and whispered loudly, “So good!” through his clenched teeth, as I felt his big cock tighten and grow fatter, which I was afraid might rip me in two, and then he came. I felt his cum shooting in powerful spurts all up inside of me, which lubricated my love hole even more, and then he began banging me even harder to blast every drop out, but I could take it now with the excess lubrication. He grunted and moaned louder as his pent up sperm emptied every drop of his seed deep inside of my tight rectum.
“Fokat inta, habibi!” I told him in Arabic. “Only you, my love!” He collapsed on top of me breathing heavily and just held me tightly in his big strong arms. He was so sweet to me. He kissed my neck and back and I could feel his zoobie softening in the crack of my ass as he sighed contentedly. My work was done and HE had been done well.
We had several more suck and fuck sessions over the next few weeks, and then I moved out of my apartment and up the hill to a better place and kind of lost touch with him after that. Mostly because I could no longer stand the crazy Egyptian manager of the guest house where I’d been working, and had to get away from him, but I knew that I had left sweet Omar a much happier, very satisfied young Bedouin stud who knew what his big dick was for and how to use it![/SIZE]
Each day that I would walk by, Omar would flash me a dazzling smile and say hello. He didn’t speak much English, but then I’ve found that’s not always necessary. I speak just enough Arabic to get by. But a certain look, wink or smile can tell me everything I need to know about a handsome young man such as he. Just saying the words, “Shukron sayed,” or “Thank you Sir” would cause him to beam from ear to ear. I found that showing the simplest courtesy and respect to any Palestinian or Arab would elicit a great big smile, and make them a friend. In fact, I found many of the Palestinians to be very warm and kind and loving.
Omar worked his vegetable stand out of a small, crowded shop just under the guest house steps that were outside of my courtyard and I often bought fresh cucumbers and tomatoes from him. He would always tilt his head in that tantalizing way and grin at me in just such a way, that I figured he was quite “haveable” in the scheme of things. He often let his hand linger on mine when handing over my change or the bagged goods, which never failed to send little electrical charges all up and down my spine. He had big hands with long thick fingers, which of course made me wonder how big his “zoobie” might be. He was quite delicious to look at, with his darker complexioned skin and stunning brown eyes and black hair. I just thought me might be a little too young for me to contemplate getting involved with, so I asked him his age in Arabic one day, and he told me that he was nineteen. Young, but legal. I really wanted to see what his nice full lips felt like on mine.
Knowing that he desired me gave me a thrill and was enough for a time. Until the one day he had to step back into his shop to get the vegetables that I was wanting and motioned for me to follow. He got the items I’d asked for and then stood very close to me. I could smell his sweet breath as he moved closer, and his big brown eyes looked deeply into mine as he smiled sweetly down at me. He was about three or four inches taller than me, and wonderfully muscular and lanky.
I gave him his shekels and said thank you, and before I knew what was happening, he leaned down and took my hand in his and kissed my cheek very softly. Then he pulled my hand over to his now erect penis and placed my hand on his cock, squeezing my hand over his fat meat with his own. His zoobie felt quite thick and about eight long, fat inches, I estimated. His lips brushed mine gently and I fell against his hard, tall, lean body, feeling his powerful muscular strength as he took me in a sweet embrace. He pulled me close to him and turned me around, with my back against his chest, and his arms tightly about me. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and next to my ear which be began to kiss while rubbing my nipples through my shirt and grinding his thickening zoobie into the crack of my ass, which I could feel very clearly through my jeans. I ground my ass cheeks a little harder against his throbbing cock and felt it throb again several times. I was breathless as he reached down and stroked my now hardening dick in his hand and kissed my neck.
Just then, his uncle came from out of nowhere, and called out, “Omar, where are you?”
Fortunately for us, he did this BEFORE he stepped into the shop. We jumped away from one another and I handed him the money for the vegetables and thanked him, acting as though nothing at all had happened. Omar’s uncle looked at us a bit suspiciously, but as he didn’t actually SEE us doing anything, he couldn’t say anything about it. At least not to me.
When I got back to my apartment, I looked into a mirror and noted that my face was a little flushed from this very sexy and very sensuous encounter that I’d just experienced, and I hoped that hadn’t given us away. But his uncle was as pleasant as ever when I saw him the next day and waved and smiled as I walked by him in his julibee and abaya. So he apparently suspected nothing was amiss. He was also a very pleasant man, a bit plump, and whose face looked a bit like well worn leather. He did NOT have his nephew’s fantastically sexy looks!
When I didn’t see Omar for a few days, I couldn’t help but wonder where he’d gone off to. His uncle said that he was off attending some other business for him and that he’d be back soon. True to his word, there he was several days later, looking as delicious as ever.
I came home late in the afternoon, early evening one day from shopping at the bazaar in the Old City of Jerusalem, and there was Omar, packing his fruits and vegetables up and moving them into the shop where they would be stored over night. His two much younger cousins were there helping him, and I could see already that they would be handsome young men one day themselves.
I walked by him and smiled and he acknowledged me with his own sweet smile. I went to unlock my front gate to get into my apartment, but the gate was standing open and I left it that way. I’d just gotten into my small apartment when I heard someone at my front door. There was a grate in the door that could be left open to let in fresh air, and clearly there was somebody outside of it as I came over to look. It was Omar. He’d followed me in. His two cousins were right behind, and he shooed them back out of my courtyard and back to the shop.
I opened the door, and asked him why he was still standing outside. He just stood there quietly, not sure of himself, or if he should enter. I did NOT want him to leave, so I stepped closer to him in my open doorway and kissed his cheek while reaching my hand down the front of his shirt and stroking his nipples. THAT got his attention. He froze and started breathing heavily as I did this, which let me know that I was on the right track for pleasing him. I unbuttoned his shirt by several buttons and began licking and sucking his nipples. He leaned against me and wrapped his arms about my neck and head and sighed into my ear.
I reached down to the front of his pants with one hand and began squeezing his already rock hard penis, and then unzipped them all the while sucking on those delicious brown nipples of his. Then when I got his pants open and reached in to pull his semi-hard cock out of the little pouch that he was wearing and felt his naked manhood for the very first time, I left off sucking his nipples and bent down and took his fat delicious zoobie into my mouth, and when he let out a soft moan, I knew then that he was all mine. All his reluctance faded, and he let me pull him the rest of the way into my apartment and I shut the door behind us for privacy.
I led Omar over to the couch and sat him down, never letting of his big dick, which throbbed in my hand. I pulled his pants down along with his little sexy underwear which had just been cradling his sexy man-meat a moment ago, and took his tight balls into my mouth, one by one, suckling on them, continuing all the while to stroke and squeeze and pull on his sensitive nipples which were obviously an erogenous zone for him. I pushed him back down onto the couch where I was now kneeling down on my knees and took his fat zoobie back into my mouth for another tongue-bath and excellent cock-sucking.
I’ve always prided myself with my expertise in learning exactly how to please a man, for each one is different, a little more suction at the head, or rubbing their cock at the roof or back of my throat, whichever sensation they needed to take them to the edge of ecstasy and then plunge them over the cliff of orgasmic delight. I gave it my all, and this sweet young man took notice, and was moaning and grunting as he pumped his fat dick deeper down my throat. He reached over and started stroking my nipples as I sucked him, which I love, for my nipples are very sensitive as well, and LOVE to be touched, licked, kissed, squeezed and suckled.
I didn’t want this to end too quickly, so I pulled back on my expert cock-sucking and concentrated on the rest of his body, kissing my way up his little trail of hair over his pubies and tonguing his cute little belly button before working my way up his tummy and tight abs and feeling with my hand how slender and yet deliciously muscular that his body was.
I licked downward to his brown thighs, still squeezing his fat zoobie in my free hand and intermittently going back up to his cock and sliding it back into my mouth and deep into my hungry throat.
Whatever I was doing was obviously what he needed, as a torrent of passion erupted from him, and he pulled me close to him and began pulling my clothes off until we were both completely naked there on my couch, and his fat zoobie was crushing against mine as he laid on top of me, kissing me deeply with his tongue and wrapping his arms about me so tightly, I could barely breathe, as he ground his fat dick into mine, back and forth, up and down, and I was in such a state of sexual bliss, that I thought I could die now and be happy.
Omar was quite a passionate lover, I discovered, and told me in his broken English that he’d only done this once or twice with a cousin who stayed over with him at night. I was intrigued by that story, but at the time was more interested in our own story that was enfolding there on my couch.
I suggested that we might be more comfortable on my bed, and he agreed, and we moved into my small bedroom, me leading him in by his now raging hard zoobie.
Omar turned and kissed me again on the lips, mashing his tightly against mine, and probing my mouth with his very nice tongue. He took my cock in his hand and pushed me backwards onto the bed, and lifted me and laid me down on the bed and laid between my legs, stroking my cock, he began to lick my nipples and I went crazy with desire. He kissed my neck, then my chest, then my belly, and at last I felt his lips on my very hard cock, and he plunged down onto my meat and it felt so good, I let out my own sighs of pleasure.
Before I knew it, Omar had flipped over and we were locked in a very passionate sixty-nine, sucking each other like there was no tomorrow. His tight round muscular ass felt so good in my hands as he pounded his fat zoobie into my mouth harder and harder. I could feel his big dick thickening and getting more rigid by the second and knew that it wouldn’t be long now before I was rewarded with a thick creamy milk shake of manly love juice.
I could also feel my own cum boiling to the surface, and I knew I was also on the brink. This was just too hot for words, and I knew that I would be joining him in a mind-shattering orgasm any minute now.
Sure enough, Omar’s cock exploded in my mouth, spewing load after load of creamy cock juice down my throat. I wasn’t going to let up, so swallowed every delicious drop of it, as he continued to pound my own cock with his mouth. He was an excellent cocksman, even with his lack of experience. Not as good as me, I’d wager, but with practice, he could be.
I couldn’t stand it any longer, as his cock pumped out the rest of his cum onto my tongue and I let loose then, now at the point of no return. His cock was still hard as steel in my mouth, and his hands on my body, and his continuous sucking too me to the brink and my cum shot out of my dick into his warm, soft, wet suckling mouth and I let out a loud moan of my own it was so good.
Omar let me cum into his mouth, but then spit it back onto my belly and rubbed it into my chest and nipples.
We were drenched in sweat and cum, so I got a wash cloth and cleaned him up, blowing gently on his zoobie and balls to dry them, which he seemed to like very much. I told him if he treated me right, I would treat HIM like a king. He smiled that sweet smile of his, showing his beautiful white, even teeth. Then leaned down and kissed me very passionately on the lips.
He had to hurry back to his shop to get the rest of his things put away before his uncle arrived, but I knew that I’d be seeing him again soon. He thanked me and left with another hug and squeeze. I laid down exhausted from our session and just pondered the deliciousness of what had just transpired between us.
Another couple of days went by before Omar was manning his uncle’s shop again, and when I walked by, he smiled and looked around, and said softly, “I want to fuck you!” I think it was his first sentence that I had heard him speak in perfect English. He must have asked somebody how to say it properly, I thought. I just smiled, and said, “Okay.” Then I asked “When?” He answered, “Soon.”
I went to my apartment and left the front gate unlocked and a few minutes later, there he was at my door again. I let him in, and he came in a lot less reluctantly than before and I was of course VERY pleased to see him again. He kissed me and said again, “I want to fuck you!” But this time it was right in my ear and he said it softly and more intimately than before.
I asked him if he had fucked before, and he told me in his broken English that his cousin had done it to him, but wouldn’t let him do it to him afterwards, like he’d promised. He also said his cousin was not gentle and that he had hurt him. He didn’t know if he wanted to try it again ever. That was just wrong of his cousin, but okay, I intended to rectify that situation, because I for one, love to fuck and BE fucked.
I didn’t have any lube, but I did have lotion, and it didn’t take us long to get naked. He wanted to lay his cock on mine again, as he seemed to like that and hump mine with his, but this time, I added the lotion to both of our zoobies and he seemed to like that sensation even more, as I held our cockmeat together in one hand while he stroked his dick back and forth all over mine. He was hard as steel in no time, and kissed me passionately. His strong, muscular arms turned me over onto my stomach and he applied the lotion to my anus and poked a finger inside of me. He asked me if I was clean, and I assured him that I had douched earlier, as I often do. I like to be fresh inside and out.
Before I knew it, he was lying on top of me with his big fat long eight inches of loving man meat nestled in the crack of my soft, willing ass, rocking his fat zoobie back and forth, until I could feel it pressing gently against my soft, tight sphincter muscle. Back and forth me moved his cock, until I felt my anus start to slowly open and give way with each sexy thrust of his hips, until his fat mushroom cock head slipped inside of me. It was big. I relaxed and prepared myself mentally for more of it. It was thick and long. But I knew once I got used to his thick girth, that I was going to enjoy very much being made love to by this sexy young Bedouin.
More and more of his fat meat slid in and out of me with each thrust as he stretched my tight little boy-pussy further around his big, fat kielbasa. Then my muscles loosened up more and he was suddenly all the way inside of me, and it took my breath away for a moment, but not from pain, from the sheer delight of having this sweet man DEEP inside of me, stretching my asshole to the limit. It hurt so good!
I started moving my ass around in little circles to stimulate his fat cock meat and he sighed, “That feels GOOD!” into my ear. I had told him that my lovers had always told me that I feel just like a pussy inside. In answer, he began stroking his fat girth inside of me as I grew more accustomed to his size, and then it was on. I told him to fuck me hard. My pussy was all his, and only for him. “Take what’s yours!” I cried. This turned him on even more, and he began pounding that big fat zoobie into my tight little warm hole, faster and faster and then harder and harder, and I knew that it would not be long before his tight big balls were unleashing a torrential flood of his sexy gism once more.
“Ungh!” Omar cried out, as he pounded my ass mercilessly, lost in the sensation of having his fat dick buried deep in something tight and moist and warm, and whispered loudly, “So good!” through his clenched teeth, as I felt his big cock tighten and grow fatter, which I was afraid might rip me in two, and then he came. I felt his cum shooting in powerful spurts all up inside of me, which lubricated my love hole even more, and then he began banging me even harder to blast every drop out, but I could take it now with the excess lubrication. He grunted and moaned louder as his pent up sperm emptied every drop of his seed deep inside of my tight rectum.
“Fokat inta, habibi!” I told him in Arabic. “Only you, my love!” He collapsed on top of me breathing heavily and just held me tightly in his big strong arms. He was so sweet to me. He kissed my neck and back and I could feel his zoobie softening in the crack of my ass as he sighed contentedly. My work was done and HE had been done well.
We had several more suck and fuck sessions over the next few weeks, and then I moved out of my apartment and up the hill to a better place and kind of lost touch with him after that. Mostly because I could no longer stand the crazy Egyptian manager of the guest house where I’d been working, and had to get away from him, but I knew that I had left sweet Omar a much happier, very satisfied young Bedouin stud who knew what his big dick was for and how to use it![/SIZE]