Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2016 15:10:36 +0100 (BST)
From: "rampage938@btinternet.com" <rampage938@btinternet.com>
Subject: ARABIAN ADVENTURES - Part 2

He pulled the door closed behind me and, still slightly bemused, I smiled
at the second of my perfect pair. They introduced themselves in somewhat
clumsy English, blurting out their names and giggling like a couple of
nervous schoolgirls. I was finding them increasingly appealing:
unbelievably sexy but rather gauche, which equates to near perfection in my
book! The one I had marked down as being the older one of the two was
called Abdullah and his younger companion Nazim. Relieved that there was
nothing too difficult for me to get my tongue around I concluded that my
Arabic pronunciation still needed a lot of work. Thinking my name could
also pose problems for them I gave them a shortened version: Dick. That
should not be too difficult for this horny pair, I thought. Indeed, when I
uttered the name, Nazim giggled and tugged at the bulging well filled pouch
of his skimpy briefs. "Deek," he said, just like a schoolboy who has just
discovered his first dirty word. It was perfect, the simplest and most
effective icebreaker to make us laugh and relax.

Without a lot of muddled verbal communication and with even less ceremony
Abdullah reached out, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me in towards
Nazim. I leant over clumsily and kissed him then turned back towards
Abdullah. He, however, was busily stripping off and pushed me back to
Nazim. I was slightly taken aback and a mite concerned by this brusque
hitch to my planned seduction. My bewilderment probably lasted ages in my
head but only a nanosecond in reality as lust immediately regained the
upper hand. I quickly decided to make everyone happy by giving my attention
as well as my rampant hard-on to Nazim. I would also keep an eye on
Abdullah for any hint of a jealous reaction, as I really did not fancy
finding myself hacked to pieces and scattered across the desert as a snack
for the local vultures and other birds of prey!

Redoubling my efforts with Nazim, I reached round and grabbed his arse with
both hands, pulling him firmly in towards me, crushing the bulging crotch
of his straining briefs against my groin. Slowly dragging my lips down his
neck, I chewed gently on his Adam's apple and licked the little hollow just
below it. With one arm pressing him against me my other hand grasped a
handful of his closest arse cheek. My fingers found themselves palpitating
between his buttock and the top of his thigh. I squeezed harder and as his
breathing speeded up I applied both my hands to his rear, massaging his
buttocks as if they were lumps of clay about to be thrown on a potter's
wheel. I continued to assail his bum, my fingers gently prising him
apart. I had a mental picture of his anus slowly contracting then
relaxing. Aroused by this erotically appealing image I only faintly heard
Abdullah another command from where he lay on the bed, directing operations
as he watched his friend and me. He was reclining on the bed quite
casually, playing the role of a porn movie director observing the
performance being acted out in front of him.

Abdullah barked another command and Nazim tore my flimsy shirt off me. The
buttons flew across the bedroom and one of my favourite cotton shirts was
left in tattered ruins, sliding down my arms and finally coming to rest in
a crumpled heap on the floor. Uncertain if I was taking revenge for my
shirt or being provoked by this sexual aggression, I retaliated and ripped
his shirt off. Not stopping there, I spun him round and violently tugged
his flimsy briefs down to his ankles, thereby swiftly denuding him of their
flimsy protection. Tossing his underwear towards his boyfriend I admired
the light brown skin where he had worn Speedos when he was on the beach or
at the pool. Directing my attention back to the job in hand, I worked my
tongue and lips upwards, pausing briefly to run my tongue around his
arsehole. He moaned and leant back towards me as far as he could go when he
realised what I was doing. OK, boy, if you want it so bad get ready!

Brutally pushing Nazim over the dressing table, I pressed his stubbly face
against the mirror in front of us. Spreading his muscular thighs more
widely with my knees I slapped my twitching leaking cock all over his
pallid arse, working it along his smooth crevice to leave a glittering
snail's trail of precum between his cheeks and the small of his
back. Continuing to slip and slide over Nazim's lower quarters, I felt
Abdullah sneak something into my hand. Deferring to his unspoken command, I
looked down, ripped the packet open and sheathed my swollen oozing cock
with a gossamer fine condom. Under further prompting from our 'director' on
the bed, I angled my dick against the tense entrance, taut with
anticipation and glistening from a mixture of my precum and my saliva. My
cock pressed urgently against his tight arse but I found if I pressed
lightly I only encountered resistance, telling me there was no way my big
cock was going to fit inside him. It felt like I was trying to park a
mobile home into a dog's kennel, or thread a delicate embroidery needle
with a skein of him, like... ok, forget it, you know what I mean. Pushing
more determinedly, I caught his gasps of pleasure, which only made me more
hell-bent on forcing the entire length and breadth of my 25cm of rhythm
stick inside him, even if I managed to rearrange his insides in the
process.

He yelled something in Arabic and I guessed he was having a little
difficulty in accepting my lewd invader. Disregarding my almost
uncontrollable lustful efforts to ram raid his back passage, I eased off my
attack and retreated a bit. My cock was deflating because I was rapidly
developing an irrational fear of injury that, in turn, was creating a
freakish image of him giving birth to my dick with a nervous midwife in the
background wielding a pair of sharp scissors. I turned to face Abdullah,
half apologetic and half pouting, my flaccid semi hard-on swinging in the
breeze. He got off the bed and came over, spitting saliva into his hand and
slapping it roughly on Nazim's seemingly impenetrable arse. He then
forcefully bent Nazim over in front of me, pushed his head down and at the
same time issued some very curt orders. He then thrust his rock hard cock
into his boyfriend's seemingly unenthusiastic arse.

Yelping and flinching, Nazim's whinging was ignored as Abdullah proceeded
to put him through a barrage of maniacal anal pounding. It reminded me of
my first time when a master at school took my virginity on the day I left
that den of iniquity. I could barely sit down for a week after he'd had his
wicked way with me! Pounding away at Nazim's arse, Abdullah made gestures
to me to stuff my once again rigid cock into Nazim's gaping mouth, which I
most eagerly complied with. He had to take several deep breaths as he
worked to swallow my cock. After a few moments, I leant over and slipped a
finger inside his hole as Abdullah continued to fuck it hard and fast. When
he felt my finger penetrating Nazim's entrance, Abdullah realised that I
might be tad impatient and wanted another go at his boyfriend's
arsehole. Abdullah withdrew and resumed his porn movie director's position
again on the bed, pulling and stroking his efficient large cock as he
tapped my swollen cockhead and pointed towards Nazim's anus. Taking this as
a sign of approval, I relubed Nazim's hole and made ready to resume my lewd
invasion.

Clambering on to the bed, I moved closer to the citadel, hopefully
undefended and unbolted, ready to meet and greet any invader. I squeezed
more lube on to my rigid cock and ran some of the stuff up and down Nazim's
arse crack, concentrating on the outer ring of his anal defences. With my
sticky lubed fingers I massaged his arse cleavage and focussed my attention
on easing his hole open. The first solo finger made him inhale a deep
shuddering breath, the second caused him to groan and twitch slightly. When
the third joined its companions I forced the profane trio deeper and deeper
until they disappeared inside him almost to the knuckle; however, not
wanting to spoil the fun for my faithful ever-ready cock, I took some care
not to loosen him up too much. By now, Nazim was groaning and moaning, his
head rocking from side to side and back and forth, his mouth uttering
unintelligible noises which I took to be the Arabic equivalent of, "Oh,
yeah! Harder babe, deeper, gimme all ya got, babe! More! More you
fucker..." and so forth. I got the message and positioned my cockhead
against the hot entrance to his greasy love tube, removing my fingers
slowly, one by one as I gradually inched my rampant hard-on into him as
space became available, until he was taking every one of my 25
centimetres. This spurred me on to push deeper and thrust harder. As I did
so, I could feel his taut sphincter slowly conceding supreme victory to me,
but not before it put up a tense struggle to keep me out, constricting my
shaft until it was almost asphyxiated. The option of withdrawing did not
even enter my fevered, lecherous brain. To me, there was only one way to
resolve this conflict. Hell-bent on achieving victory, I forced more of
myself inside, fucking faster and firmer. Yet more of my throbbing
man-shaft found its way into his depths as my penetration rhythm
quickened. Then I gave him my full length, right to the hilt causing my
pubes to tickle his cheeks. Abdullah was furiously masturbating, spurred on
by his boyfriend's obvious delight. I slowly withdrew until about half of
my length remained buried, continuing to fuck Nazim's hot tight arsehole,
then pulled out to give Abdullah a turn. He did not stand on ceremony but
plunged straight in and gave his boyfriend about half a dozen very hard and
deeply penetrating thrusts, making the lad yell and jerk. Abdullah in turn
withdrew, grabbed hole of my greasy throbbing hard-on and pointed it to
Nazim's quivering hole. I re-entered eagerly and felt Abdullah make a
re-entry as well. "Fucking hell," I thought, "we're gonna give him a
double-decker! Let's get it on!"

Nazim gave a moan which signalled to us he was yielding to his
fate. Abdullah and I increased the power of our fucking. I was nearly blown
away when I felt Abdullah's majestic Arab cock slide back and forth against
mine. He pushed himself deeper into his boyfriend's passage as if to test
Nazim's anal expertise. Seizing Nazim's arse cheeks in both hands, I pulled
them apart and watched his sphincter straining to encompass both our big
cocks, a sight that caused me to pound ever harder and deeper. I knew that
my cock could have gone on doing this for hours without cumming but as we
continued to work on Nazim's hole I realised he was getting close. I
withdrew my cock then immediately thrust it back in. Repeatedly retreating
and invading I soon felt that old familiar tightening of my nuts in their
bag, warning me I was building up for a mighty climax. As I thrust for the
eighth or ninth time I felt sperm rising and starting on their jouney up my
long shaft. From the way Abdullah was thrusting and thrashing I guessed he
was about to shoot his load as well. Pulling out of Nazim, I grasped my
heaving shaft and masturbated as fast as I could. Abdullah followed my
example and we both shot our massive loads simultaneously. Mine landed on
Nazim's upper back and shoulders. Abdullah's was more directional and
coated his friend's lower back and the top of his buttocks, where the thick
creamy sperm started a slow slide down the youth's arse crack and between
his thighs. Turning himself over, Nazim slurped on both cum drenched cocks
as he furiously jerked his own dick until he ejaculated a fantastic load of
hot creamy spunk over my cock and balls and had enough left to do the same
to Abdullah. As they both collapsed together I smiled at them, grabbed my
jeans, scrambled into them and scooted out the door back to my own room.

After taking a long, hot shower I was about to relax on my bed when I
caught sounds from next door. I thought, "Suffering Jehozaphat! Surely
Nazim and Abdullah aren't at it again?" Then I heard their room door open
and close. A third voice mingled with theirs and I heard Abdullah utter the
name Daud. This was the name on the ID badge worn by the spunky young guy
on Reception. Immediately aroused by the sounds of the trio at work and by
the thought that Daud was probably available, I hopped back into the
shower, lathered up and gave myself a good hard soapy wank, courtesy of the
complementary bottle of shower gel, before retiring for the night. I
promised myself I would attempt to see what the beautiful Daud al-Hassan
could offer before I left Al Dhobaia. Was it possible I could engineer a
foursome in my room, which was bigger than the one my neighbours were
occupying?

I decided I would have a fucking good try - or die in the attempt!

To be continued as Part 3 - A Visit to the Souk