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