Abdullah told me that we would be dining at his friend Hamza's restaurant that evening. He and Hamza were like brothers and had been in school and university together. He said that most of the conversation would likely be in Arabic. I offered to stay behind if he would rather have an evening alone with his friend. He wouldn't hear of it and said that I might actually like Hamza. I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but decided to go with the flow and see what would happen.
We took a taxi to the restaurant and as soon as we walked in, Abdullah was greeted by his friend Hamza with a big bear hug and a kiss on the cheek. Damn, Hamza was even sexier than Abdullah. He was six foot, three inches tall, weighing about two hundred twenty five pounds, all well distributed over two well muscled arms and legs with a slight hint of a belly. He was also wearing the standard issue gray suit and black leather shoes, which appeared to be a size fourteen. I couldn't help but notice his thick, long cock snaking down the left leg of his pants. His beard was longer than Adullah's, but very well groomed and I chubbed up immediately. Abdullah introduced me as his friend and Hamza pulled me in for me a big, tight bear hug. I could feel his big, flacid cock on my leg and I think he could feel my hard on and I felt giddy just being in the presence of this hyper masculine man. He kissed me on the cheek and said, "Abdullah's friend is my friend." He looked me up and down and I could detect a devilish twinkle in his deep, black eyes.
He led us to a small table in the corner and suggested that we have tea and chat before dinner. While we sat there, the two friends caught up and chatted animatedly in Arabic with lots of smiles and laughter. Quite discreetly, Hamza rubbed his toned thigh and leg against mine. They started to speak in a low, hushed tone and glanced several times at me. I got the feeling that Abdullah was giving Hamza the low down on me. This seemed to be confirmed when Hamza took his large, hairy paw and squeezed my thigh.
After the tea, Hamza suggested that we dine in his private dining room. Waiters were summoned and a huge tray with various grilled meats, vegetables, bread and rice was brought. There was enough food for ten men and I wondered if there would be more guests. Hamza said something curt to the waiter and Abdullah explained that Hamza had requested that the waiters should not disturb us unless requested.
The two friends continued to catch up while we all three ate hungrily. Throughout dinner, Hamza continued to rub his leg against mine. I felt like I was in a dilemma as I didn't know if Abdullah would be offended or angry if I accepted Hamza's advances. I heard Hamza unzip his pants and my heart thumped thinking about his large cock hanging free beneath the table.
