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Men of the Middle East
by bi85629 (http://xhamster.com/user/bi85629)
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An American tourist describes his first affair of many
while traveling in the middle-east, starting with a
Jordanian businessman. (MM, oral, anal)
***
The Middle East has always been an intriguing and
amazing place. The multitude of cultures and faiths
makes it a volatile atmosphere with need for a variety
of outlets.
Some releases come in the form of violence, but there is
also a lot of sex happening and it’s the kind of sex
people don’t want to speak of. “The love that dared not
speak its name” is alive and active all over the middle
east and has been for centuries.
I had two chances to go to Israel, Jordan and Egypt in
1990 and again in 1992. In all three countries I found
extremely friendly, nice looking, masculine men who were
eager to step out of bounds for a little fun on the
side.
I was traveling with group tours on both occasions. Here
are a few of the experiences I had on these two trips.
Our first stop was Queen Alia International Airport. In
the kingdom of Jordan. It was a little unnerving to
arrive at a huge, cavernous and modern airport populated
only by men in military uniform.
Well, unnerving and stimulating.
Eye contact was curious and extremely aggressive. I
learned later that strong eye contact is a form of
establishing domination and is used by men seeking other
men to serve as their subdominant partners. Nice tactic
but the uniforms and guns at the airport prevented me
from doing anything. However, once we were on our tour
bus, I couldn’t help but notice the man in the far back
row. Wearing a tan suit and tie, he looked like a
professional Arab businessman.
He was about 5' 10" tall, very strong build and was
dark... very dark... black eyes... with thick eyebrows
and mustache. I noticed he had a gun hidden under his
jacket worn in a shoulder holster. I asked Ehab, our
guide, about this and he told me the man was there for
our security. I, for one, felt more secure each time I
looked at the bulge in his pants.
That night at dinner I noticed our leader was missing
and learned he was fighting a stomach bug that was going
to make its way through our group. Since he wouldn’t be
there to keep an eye on me I filled my plate from the
buffet and asked the “security officer” if he minded if
I joined him.
To my surprise I was greeted by a shining smile of
perfect white teeth and thick full lips. He spoke a
little bit of English and we enjoyed a nice dinner
together. Most of our group was fearful of the buffet
and ate in the more American style café.
I soon learned the name of this hunk was Shahram. He was
assigned to accompany us for the 36 hours that we would
spend in Jordan. I asked him if he cared to have a drink
in the lounge of the hotel and after a little persuasion
we left the restaurant to find a quiet table in the
hotel bar. Shahram was 42 years old, married and ex-
military.
I was 30 at the time, single and a confirmed homosexual.
I had learned early on in life that I liked men. The
more masculine, the better. Most people tell me I am
intimidating and mean looking, with my buzzed hair,
short beard and strong but large build.
Shahram was very friendly once I got him talking and had
lots of questions about life in the USA. He talked
briefly about being married and having kids and asked me
where my wife was. I assured him that I was not the
“marrying kind.”
Then, every now and again, I felt his knee brush against
mine sending shockwaves through my body. The first few
times I moved away but after a couple of drinks I let my
leg stay put. His hand found its way to my leg a couple
of times in conversation as he too was getting more
relaxed with each drink.
I had a private room as one of the group leaders and was
thinking of how to invite this stud into my bed when he
asked me who my roommate was for the trip. I told him I
was flying solo and preferred not to have a roommate
when traveling. His immediate smile told me he had an
idea of what I was up to.
My room was on the 10th floor and offered a beautiful
view of the desert city of Amann. I asked Shahram if we
could get a couple of drinks and take them to my room.
He quickly spoke with the bartender, I paid the tab,
left a nice tip and we were on our way. It was about 11
pm but I wasn’t ready for sleep in any way.
On the way up in the elevator Shahram put his arm around
my shoulders and asked me how I got to be so “big and
strong.” I reached around and grabbed him and
complimented his rugged and strong build. He pulled me
tight against him and I could feel his hard body against
mine. The elevator doors opened and we made our way to
my room laughing and joking about who was stronger.
Once we got to my room, his suit coat came off along
with a nice breeze of manly scent and the smell of his
leather holster. He took the coat and hung it up and
placed the holster on the top shelf of the closet. Now
he wanted to see who had bigger muscles. I took off my
shirt and showed him that I was big but that he was
probably more muscular. He stripped off his dress shirt
revealing a white wife beater over a fur-covered
muscular torso. The hair barely stopped at his neckline
and it was clear that he shaved at least once a day to
keep his smooth chin.
He must have known at that point that I was going to be
on my knees in front of him because he lifted both arms
up and flexed his biceps for me to drool over. Doing so,
another wave of natural odor came from his furry pits.
At this point I reached out to touch his chest. Our eyes
met and he smiled brightly, revealing his perfect white
teeth and said, “What do you want big man?”
I looked at him, dizzy with lust and said, “I want you.
I want to hear you moan.” He kicked off his shoes and
his pants fell off revealing his white y fronts, filled
with his big fat Arab cock.
He sat down in the chair and looked at me as if I were
his slave and said, “You will do whatever I tell you.”
I answered, “Whatever you tell me... yes, without any
problem.”
“Good,” was his only response.
He told me to get on my knees and smell of his balls. He
spoke some words in Arabic and then said that all
Americans are attracted to him because of his good looks
and build. I took in his arrogance as I did his natural
body odor and it added to my lust for him. I stroked his
thick, dark, hairy legs - black dress socks pulled up
over his calves and stroked his inner thighs.
He spread his legs wide and his cock was rock hard in
front of my face, under his briefs. I licked my way up
his legs and smelled his crotch scent, taking in his
musky odor. This guy was 110% man and very into the
natural dominant - subdominant situation we playing out.
He put his strong hand on my pulled my face to his
crotch. I felt his hard cock and fat balls against my
face as I inhaled and kissed them both through his
briefs. He ordered me to take his cock out with my mouth
and soon I was licking a very fat, cut, 8-inch
masterpiece.
He pushed harder and soon I had his cock in my mouth. I
was tonguing under his thick head while trying to
swallow the whole thing, wanting to show him how much I
admired his cock. He lifted his hips and shucked down
his briefs treating me once again to another wave of
natural male scent, wafting from his sweaty balls and
crotch.
I slid my tongue down between his balls and legs, in
that special place where a man’s legs come together. He
moaned and his cock was leaking pre-cum. I licked up
every drop and took him all the way down my throat, bury
my face in his thick bush.
Realizing I could swallow him whole, he forcefully
pushed my head all the way down, thrusting his cock deep
into my throat. I showed my appreciation for this by
squeezing his cock with my throat and licking the shaft
with my tongue. He mumbled more loudly and aggressively
in Arabic and grabbed my ears with both hands fucking my
mouth.
He ordered me to suck him, telling me I was his
cocksucker and his to use as he wanted. I think he knew
this was getting me more and more excited as I pulled
out my dick and started jacking off. He kicked my hand
away and, yelled at me, “NO! You do not touch yourself.
I will tell you when you may do that.” He pushed me back
and ordered me to get undressed and get on the bed. He
took off his shirt leaving himself with only his black,
nylon dress socks.
The sight of this incredibly masculine, dominant, man
standing by the bed was almost enough to make me shoot
right then. He walked over to the bed where I was laying
and stood on the mattress, legs spread, over me. I dared
to reach up and touch his hair covered legs, stroking
his calves and reaching up to his low-hanging balls.
Shahram then slowly sat over my mouth letting me lick
and suck each of his balls, one after the other while
his cock dripped its honey on my beard.
He moaned as I gently grazed his balls with my teeth and
then shoved his cock in my mouth and started fucking my
face.. This position allowed me a great view of his
thick, meaty hair covered ass. I reached up and rubbed
his back and thighs and then spread his ass open. The
rich, musky scent of a real man’s ass greeted me as I
spread his cheeks open.
I pulled my mouth off his cock and licked his balls some
more as I prepare to dive into his hole. I kissed his
hairy buns as he moaned loudly, and grabbed my head,
pushing my face into his hairy ass. My tongue found its
target as he yelled out loud. I thrust into his hairy
hole as deeply as I could.
Realizing I wanted to lick his ass, he squatted over my
face and pulled his buns apart, again saying something
in Arabic. He was enjoying my tongue work on his hole
and to my surprise, reached down and stroked my hard
cock. I was dripping all over myself and throbbing only
moments away from exploding.
I yelled out, “Fuck my face Shahram!” and he shifted
backwards to stuff his throbbing meat into my mouth
again. He was breathing heavily and waves of excitement
moved through his body. His thick thighs gripped my head
as he found a way to fuck my face from above.
In only moments his cock swelled up and I felt the shots
of his cum hit the back of my throat. Wanting to taste
and savor this rich cream, I pulled off leaving only his
cockhead in my mouth as he gave me a full load. He was
moaning and calling me names in Arabic words I couldn’t
understand, but his grip in my head with his thighs
never loosened until the last drop of cum oozed out of
his meat. Shahram reached down to stroke my dick but I
pushed his hand away. I was in the zone and there was no
way I wanted to cum if there was any chance of getting
him to fuck my ass.
He laid back on the bed again speaking in Arabic. I sat
up and looked at the sight of this fucking stud lying on
my hotel bed, gloriously masculine, mature, covered in
dark hair with his eyes slightly glazed in the aftermath
of his climax. He looked up at me, smiled, and said,
“I’ve never had anyone do that to me.”
“Do what?” I asked.
He replied, “You put your tongue in there. That’s
something we would never do.”
I asked if he enjoyed it and he smiled and said, “I’ve
never felt anything that wonderful.”
I smiled back at him and said, “There are more wonderful
things we can do if you want to spend the night with
me.”
He pulled me to him and said, he had nowhere he needed
to be until morning. I kissed him on his neck and he
turned to me, kissing my fully on the lips.
My cock started throbbing even more.
END
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