Arab Neighbor Pt 09

I was awakened in the middle of the night as Hamza was having a dream, his rigid cock was pumping between my legs and he was mumbling in Arabic. I decided to enjoy being a party to whatever dream he was having and was myself getting a hard on. He pumped, squirmed and then turned over with his back to me. I again laid my head on Abdullah's hairy chest to sleep. I could not fall asleep immediately as Hamza's muscular ass was mashing into mine and this kept me hard for quite a while.

When I awoke the next morning, Abdullah was already awake and staring at me. He was playing slowly with his morning wood. He leaned over and kissed me and I sucked on his tongue not wanting to let go. I climbed over, straddled him, mashing my crack on the length of his hard cock and rocked gently back and forth. I raked my hands through his forest of chest hair and his beard and I could feel a drop of precum on my hard cock. He moved his legs so that the tip of his cock teased my hole. My hole twitched with desire and I eased my way down onto his rigid rod until it was fully engulfed by my ass. He moaned softly as I moved slowly up and down riding his stiff dick, resting to feel it fill up my bowels. I threw my head back in delight and moaned enoying this slow, deep fuck.

I had never experienced sex like this, it was usually hard, fast and rough. I reached around and caressed his smooth, ample balls and squeezed them gently. We both breathed deeply, the only disturbance being Hamza's snoring as he slept beside us. Abdullah positioned his legs so I could lie on his chest as he gently fucked me. I loved the feel of his hairy chest on mine and the long tongue kisses and caresses from his beard. My cock was hard and stimulated by being pressed and rubbed between our bellies. Up and down, in and out, the whole fuck was hypnotic and after a long time, Abdullah shot his load in my ass. I continued to rub my cock on his belly until I came. I laid on top of him for a long time and his dick slowly deflated and retracted lazily out of my ass.

Abdullah told me he would go for a shower and have some breakfast. He needed to review some information for our meetings today and we would leave the hotel at eleven o'clock. I told him I would have a shower and coffee in the room. I took a leisurely, long shower and laid down on the bed where Hamza was still snoring away.

Just looking at his hunky, hairy body was turning me on. His hairy, muscled chest and biceps. He was a mountain of a man, a living testosterone machine. After some time he started mumbling and chuckling in his sleep and I laid there and watched him. After some time I noticed the bed sheet tent with his morning wood. His body seemed to relax and he slumbered quietly.

When the tent was fully pitched, I couldn't contain myself any longer, I pulled the sheet down and marvelled at the perfect hardon. The smooth head, veiny, thick shaft resting on two glorious balls. It looked like a statue, but the blood pulsing through it affirmed that it was indeed alive and available for my pleasure. I laid down between his legs and licked gently up and down the veiny shaft. I licked and softly sucked on his cock head and it jerked upward a notch more. I wet my lips and started the challenge of surmounting that glorious monster. I was careful as I was afraid Hamza might wake up with a start.

Hamza moaned in his sleep as I gave him a gentle morning blow. His head rolled from side to side, he mumbled in his sleep and finally he took my head in his big hands and guided me to suck deeper. He slowly awoke and was aware that it was me sucking him and not a dream. He smiled widely and pushed my head all the way down on his cock until I gagged violently. "Yeaah, take that fucker to the bottom," he growled and pulled my head up and down by my hair. He was super aggressive and each time he forced his dick into my throat I gagged. Damn this was hot! Being used by this machofucker had my cock rock hard. He kept this up until my throat was raw and sore.

He turned me around, positioned me on my knees and plunged his slobbery dick into my ass. Fuck! I wasn't ready for that and it hurt like hell. He slapped my ass repeatedly with his bare hand causing me a lot of pain.

He fucked me with all his might, rocking my body so hard that my head was banging the wall with a vengeance. Slap, slap, slap, his balls were slapping mine and his thighs were bumping mine with every thrust. He was breathing heavily, growling and pistoning his dick fiercely in and out of my burning hole. I was so turned on by being ravaged by this bull. I had never been fucked so brutally and my whole body was enjoying this.

Hamza took his huge hands and wrapped them around my throat and choked me hard. Blood pounded in my head and I struggled to get free, but to no avail, his steely muscles held me fast. Even in my wriggling and struggling, he continued to move with me and keep up his pounding of my hole like a metronome. Damn this was hot, the more I struggled, the more control he took, it was like being constricted by a python. I had no fear, somehow I trusted him and understood it was all about mutual pleasure. After a while I became dizzy and just as I was on the verge of passing out, he opened his grip on my throat. Automatically I gasped for air and could feel my lungs fill with fresh air.

He got up on his haunches, gaining extra support for his legs and drilled my hole harder, deeper and faster. I looked to the side mirror and was in awe of the scene of this horny, hairy man fucking me with so much vigor. I looked up into the mirror on the wall above the bed and saw his face. He was clearly in a trance, a man with a mission to breed my hole. I stroked my own cock and saw my face in the mirror, blood red, grimacing with both pain and enjoyment. "Breed me daddy, breed me, breed me," I moaned repeatedly. This turned Hamza on and he went into overdrive, he fucked me even harder for a minute more, shook violently, plunged all the way in, stopped suddenly and his cock erupted, blasting a quart of his manly, burning seed into my bowels. I shot my wad immediately all over the bed, and fell onto the bed totally spent.

Hamza collapsed on top of me, and we were lying cheek to cheek panting as if we had completed a marathon. I looked him in the face, chuckling, and the only thing I could think to say was, "fucking hell." We both dissolved into laughter. "It was good, no?" he asked me. I answered, "It was fucking awesome!"

I squirted his cum out of my ass into my hand and started licking it seductively. This turned Hamza on and leaned in for a hot sperm kiss, the excess ran down on his hairy chest and I licked it up greedily.

There was one last thing I wanted, no needed! I guided him to the shower stall and got on my knees. I was aching to taste his morning piss. He grinned evilly and said, "You fucking little pervert." He clearly needed to go and the piss he had saved up all night was dark yellow, musky and full of testosterone. He sprayed it over my head and face and I greedily gulped it and it burned my mouth and throat. The rest soaked my body and teased my cock as it cascaded down to the drain.

We lathered each other in soap and showered. I was lingering there to be naked with him for as long as possible. Finally, We dried off, he picked me up and threw me on the bed, rubbed my ass with the towel and licked my ass and crack and said "Fuck your hole is sweeter than any pussy."