Arab Neighbor

I woke up to the sound of the doorbell ringing incessantly. My parents had already gone to work so I had to answer the door. I was only wearing a pair of running shorts and was sporting morning wood. I looked down from my bedroom window and saw that it was Mustafa at the door. I called down and told him I would be there in a minute.

When I opened the door, he was standing there in a tight black tank top that highlighted his big biceps, pecs and 6-pack and a pair of white shorts that accented his ample package. He smiled widely showing off his pearly white teeth framed by his black, short-trimmed beard. There was no way he could not have noticed my hardon even though I tried to stand so it would not be so obvious.

He was there to ask me if I could help him pick up some boxes from a shop about an hour away and bring them back to Abdullah's house. I quickly agreed, thinking about the opportunity to be alone with him. I told him I would quickly shower and be over in 15 minutes. Just having seen his tight, hairy body had me leaking precum and I had to force myself not to rub one out in the shower.

When I got over to the driveway, Mustafa and Abdullah came out of the house. Abdullah was wearing a long, white arabic dress, apparently with no underwear as I could see his big dick swinging under the thin material, I just wanted to dive down and chew on his cock. He shook my hand which sent an electric current straight to my cock and balls. To say that I was horned up would be putting it mildly.

Before driving off, one of Abdullah's women came scurrying out of the house with two cups of coffee for us to take on the trip. We drank the coffee as Mustafa drove. He was talking of his upcoming wedding and all the preparations. It was an arranged marriage and his fiancé was a business associate's daughter. They had only met once and fortunately she was beautiful and seemed nice (not that either mattered for the actual marriage agreement). I commented that it must be a little strange to marry someone he had only met once and without the opportunity to have slept with them before the wedding. He laughed and said he had slept with plenty of people whom he had no intention of marrying. He started asking me questions about girls and my sex life and I tried to be as evasive as possible. I didn't get any vibe that he was aware of anything between Abdullah and me.

The coffee had kicked in and we both needed to piss. Mustafa stopped at a rest area that had a small, rundown toilet. Inside, we stood side-by-side at the stainless steel trough. Just hearing Mustafa unzip his shorts made my heart throb and when he freed his long, thick, cut cock, I couldn't stop myself from looking, transfixed on the girth of the elephant trunk he was sporting. We both spewed heavy streams of foamy piss into the urinal that slowly flowed toward the drain.

I was breathing heavily, blood throbbed in my head and my cock began to rise and I didn't even try to stop it. I stood like a deer in headlights inhaling the steamy piss and the subtle aroma of the coffee we had drunk. I looked directly into his black eyes to see if he had any reaction. His eyes conveyed a sense of kindness and I reached gingerly over and took his rising cock in my hand and started stroking it. It reacted immediately and began to stiffen quickly. He gasped softly and his hand stroked its way down my back, under my shorts and into my crack. I continued to stroke his cock which was now a hot iron rod. His middle finger found my hole that was twitching to be entered. His finger explored deeper and further in me. I clenched down on his finger and he pushed it further and added a second. I threw my head back at the pleasure he was giving me.

He leaned down and kissed me, gently pushing his tongue into my mouth. He moved us over to the empty stall and closed the door, his fingers still in my ass. I leaned over the toilet and enjoyed the slow, but strong rhythm of his fingers. He pulled them out and rubbed the tip of his thick cock up and down my crack. He spat on his cock and lubed my hole. He slowly started pushing his elephant trunk into my ass. After the finger fucking, I was ready to be fucked and his thick rod pushed deeper in until I could feel his six pack against my Lower back and exposed cheeks. I moaned softly, luxuriating in the feeling of his thick pole filling my canal completely. He started fucking me gently and slowly allowing me to enjoy the thick cock moving in and out. I could hear him panting and moaning knowing that he was also enjoying this.

I started to buck against his cock to increase the rhythm and to push his cock deeper into me. He fucked faster and started to slap my cheeks with his bare hand. This was driving me wild and I reached under to cup and squeeze his large, firm ball sac. He put his hand on my neck, forcing my head against the wall and started fucking me hard and fast. I was stroking my rock hard cock in unison. My mind was switching between the pleasure of his cock in my ass, my hand on my own cock and the feeling of being controlled by his firm hand on my neck. I was totally in heaven.

He kept up this rough pace for ten minutes more. I had been edging for the past five minutes so I could shoot my load with his. His body started trembling and his legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel that he was close to shooting and when I felt the first shot of his boiling semen hit my guts I shot as well. My body jerked with my orgasm, pushing his cock deeper into my ass. He bucked hard and delivered multiple loads of cum in my ass.

He pulled his cock out and I quickly turned around to lick and suck his sperm and my ass juice off his cock. I savoured the flavour of his salty sperm and allowed it slowly flow down my throat. I stood up and he held me close, pressing my face into his furry chest. I was lost in the feeling of being held by him, savouring his cum in my mouth and his scent of manliness and Boss cologne.

Outside in the deserted rest area we smoked a cigarette and he leaned down, kissed me and spat a large glob of tobacco-flavored spit in my mouth. I washed it around in my mouth and swallowed slowly.

We got in the car and made the pick up. Driving back on the freeway, Mustafa unzipped his pants and his rock hard cock stood straight up. I didn't need any more invitation than that and started licking and bobbing on that fucker. Mustafa told me to take off my clothes and started finger fucking me as he drove. He purposely drove slowly beside any tractor-trailer so the driver could watch the action. We got a lot of air horns blowing.

He cupped his has hand under my ass and told me to press the cum from our fuck out. As soon as he had a handful, he smeared it on his hard cock and I lapped eagerly, the flavor, the setting and the watching truck drivers had me at defcon level 1 of excitement.

We had just reached the end of the freeway and were at a stoplight when a hot trucker pulled up beside us. He rolled his window down and was egging me on to suck harder. The red light was a long one and Mustafa moaned and bucked on the seat shooting several waves of cum in my mouth. I turned toward the trucker and showed him my mouthful of Mustafa's cum. He was shouting, "Fuck yeah, pull over and I will give you a load!" We drove, however, off when the light turned green, laughing the rest of the way home.

When we reached home, Abdullah was waiting impatiently for us and asking why we took so long. Mustafa apologized saying he had a couple of loads he had to take care of. Abdullah looked at us skeptically, but dropped it there.

I went home, squeezed the rest of Mustafa's cum out of my ass and ate it and savoured it as I jacked off.