Author's Note: This is a quick 'n' dirty tale meant to facilitate self-pleasure. If you're looking for 27 chapters of angst and character-development followed by weepy lovemaking, look elsewhere. There are no condoms in this story. In the real world, there better be. Read only if it's legal for you to do so. I am not responsible if you ignore these warnings.
Said was a friend of a friend. Dave brought him out with us one night and left us alone together because he had to get up early the next day. The covetous looks I kept giving Said over my beer may have helped, but Dave was never the perceptive type.
He was the hottest guy I'd seen in awhile. Dark-haired and bronzy-skinned with faint stubble on his cheeks, his big deep black eyes and large sensual mouth made him the kind of sultry Arab beauty I salivate over. He had a nice lean broad-shouldered body. You could tell he worked out, but he wasn't too bulky. We seemed to hit it off. He was looking at me in the same way I was looking at him. I had a vibe we were leaving together, and began to feel excited even before we went outside to hail a cab.
I let us into my place and got a couple more beers. We made nice boring small-talk for a few minutes, but he was as eager as I was. He set his beer down and started kissing me. He was a great kisser, with those hot lush lips, if a tad aggressive. I tried to restrain him a little by pushing him into the sofa cushions and probing his wet mouth with my tongue, and he seemed surprised.
Being a handsome blond white guy, the few Arab guys I've met in pick-up settings seem to find me particularly attractive, whether or not they are. I can be picky; Sa`id would have drawn my eye in any crowd. But there was one real problem with Arab guys, however good-looking, that always seemed to crop up around the time the kissing started. They tended to assume the lead role in intimate affairs was their god-given right.
I tended to knock this assumption down.
I pinned Sa`id's strong upper arms down and licked down his face to his soft brown neck, so smooth compared to the unshaven cheeks. I nipped him there and heard him groan. I'm not sure whether it was pleasure or something else. I resumed kissing his large mouth, moving to straddle him. I could see his bulge straining his jeans. I wanted to undress him, so I began to open the buttons on his shirt. He had a nice toned brown chest, with large dark nipples. There was a little hair, nothing excessive. He looked awfully tasty when I got the shirt off. He was moving to pull mine over my head, but I pushed his arms down again.
"Not yet."
He raised a sexy dark eyebrow, as if to say "very interesting". I smirked at him and took a nice dark nipple in my mouth and bit. He squirmed. This time I was sure it was pleasure. I swear I felt his cock thicken against my thigh. And the way he moaned was unmistakable. Not wanting to alarm him, I went back to kissing those irresistible lips as I undid his pants. He looked at me with his piercing dark eyes full of lust. I tugged the pants off his legs and caressed the juicy rod in his silk boxers. I would have preferred briefs any day, but I guessed it wasn't important since they were coming off.
I pulled the shorts off. His cock was very hard and drooling, a hot velvet shaft and sensitive glistening head. I cupped my hand around the head, watching his reaction. He thrust his hips, pushing against my hand.
"You going to suck it now?" he asked.
I sighed inwardly.
It wasn't the request itself. I would have been glad to taste any part of him. It was something in his voice. Something told me he didn't yet understand how things were.
"No," I said, watching his face change from spacily lustful and eager to disappointed and a little wary.
"Why not?" he asked.
I was still stroking him and he was still leaking. The disappointment wanted to ask "But isn't that why we came here?", but the wariness won over and he kept his lovely lush mouth shut. Smart.
"Because I don't feel like it right now," I explained, lightly squeezing his cock head, then pinching a little. There was a small wince in his face. I kissed him. He kissed back, in spite of himself.
"What do you feel like?"
"Come in the bedroom and we'll see."
I pulled up my naked Arab prize and, taking him by the hand, showed him to the bedroom. Again, we kissed, but this time I made sure to initiate. I pushed his beautiful brown body down onto the mattress and kissed and sucked his neck and chest as well as his mouth. The big dark eyes were hazy with arousal as I put my hand into his lank black curls, which were held with some kind of gel, and tugged his head so I could get at the tender part of his neck just below the ear.
When I looked into Sa`id's eyes again, he tried my patience once more.
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, smiling what he probably thought was a charming smile. It had worked in the past, I was sure.
This boy apparently did not deal well with subtle hints. In response, I got off him and simply rolled him over onto his belly. He let me. That was one good sign. But I felt I needed to make things clearer.
His ass was a pair of perfect round brown globes. I gave it a loud smack.
"No, you will not be fucking me, because I don't like to be fucked," I told him. "But you know what I do like?"
"What?" he asked. I couldn't read his tone. He was muffled by the bedclothes.
"I like this ass," I told him, caressing the fine dark behind. "I like a good hot Arab ass, and that's what you've got." I patted him. "I'd like to fuck you."
He raised himself on his arms and looked at me, a little bemused. Then, seeing how serious I was, a shadow crossed his face. Still, he laughed. "What?!"
"I'm going to fuck you." I spoke with more force, miffed that he'd laughed at me. I gave his butt another nice sharp whack. "You don't want to be fucked, you can go."
He looked sullen. He thought for a long moment.
"I don't want to go," he said finally.
"You don't want to go?" I traced little circles over the flesh of his firm ass with my fingertips. "That means you want me to fuck you, right?"
When he declined to answer I spanked his ass twice. "Right?"
"Yeah." Still sullen. "I guess."
His lack of enthusiasm earned him a half-dozen more hard spanks. He flinched when I spanked him, but he hadn't moved. He seemed to know on some level that he was acting like a boy who wanted his ass smacked.
"You 'guess'," I mocked him, pulling him (rather easily, I thought) over my lap. "Well, I 'guess' I know what a boy like you needs."
Now I was on a better position to strike his ass, and he was in a better position to receive the blows. He was soon squirming, and there was a little pink under his warm brown color. His cock hadn't gone down a bit. I was elated.
I stood him up and, ignoring his blushes, made him get on all fours on the bed. He spread his thighs when I smacked his butt again, seeming to know what I wanted. I looked at that sexy Arab rump all perked up and spread open for me, the sultry crack with the little dark hole within.
Delicious. Fingers shaky with excitement, I lubed him up from a tube on the dresser. He took my fingers in nicely, barely making a sound though his ass was so tight I knew he'd never had anything back there. When his chute was all slick with lube I pinched his left cheek and told him to arch his back a little more and keep those thighs open. Then I got behind him, took out my cock, and ran the head up and down his crack before smearing my precum around the little ridged opening. I felt him shudder. I got a sturdy grip on his hip and my cock and slowly moved the two closer together. My head popped into the sweet fitted damp-velvet glove. He groaned from the pressure. I let him adjust.
Over the next minute or so, I worked my cock deeper and deeper into the handsome dark man under me, as he grunted and breathed deep and hard, struggling to accommodate. It was hard for him. I stroked his back, but didn't let up. Soon I was buried in him, in that tight heat to the hilt.
I could feel his warm smacked ass against me. I pulled out almost to the head and slid back in, not gently but not forcefully. Sa`id groaned, arching his back again. I reached around, found again his dripping hard-on. As I fucked him with increasingly regular rhythm I fondled the engorged piece of flesh between his thighs, stimulating him from both ends as I thoroughly enjoyed the depths of his hot dark ass.
I thrust faster and harder the more amenable he seemed. He was lubed pretty good and his cock was hard and his lush mouth moaning so I figured it was OK. He'd realized he needed to be fucked after all, it looked like. He rested his firm arms and curly head on the pillow in front of him and raised his backside high and wanton, as if he wanted to be penetrated as deeply as possible. I gripped both hips hard and pumped into him, relishing that fresh eager tight passage.
When I felt ready to come, I held off for as long as I could, but then it needed to happen. So I held him and shot the first spurt into him, then pulled out and let the rest go in streaks all over his spread, quivering ass.
The white stood out on his pert bronzy butt. I wanted a picture. Especially since he'd gotten back up on all fours and was now jerking himself furiously with my cum on his ass.
"You liked getting that sexy brown ass fucked, didn't you?" I asked, giving the backside in question a couple of sharp wet spanks to help him along.
I landed spanks in his open cum-dribbling crack as he jerked himself, telling him how I knew he'd loved getting fucked, how he was a nasty Arab slut-boy. This made him more excited, and he came on his hand and the bed as I swatted between his buttocks.
"You clean that mess up," I told him, as he looked down at his own cum. I had moved so I could see him blushing. I gave him another spank, this time on his buttocks themselves.
"How?"
"Lick it. The sheets are clean, except for your nasty stuff there."
Another smarting spank. He leaned his head down again and began to lap up his own cum with a tongue that looked as velvety as his insides had felt. When he thought he was finished, he gave me an adorable pleading look. I pinched his red butt and pointed to a patch he had missed, and he obediently bent to lick it.
My sheets damp but clear of Arab jizz, I pulled Sa`id toward me and kissed him. He was sweaty. The big dark eyes were sleepy and satisfied. He smiled weakly at me.
"Thanks," he said, his handsome face flushing a little more.
I squeezed him. "Anytime. I mean it."
I decided I really liked this guy after all. He was a quick learner.