The bar in downtown Dubai was packed with expats and locals, but my eyes locked on him the second he walked in. Tall, broad-shouldered, dark skin gleaming under the lights, wearing a tight white shirt that stretched over his chest. He caught me staring and smirked, ordering a drink before sliding onto the stool next to mine. "You like what you see?" he asked, voice low and rough, accent thick. His name was Amir, and he didn't waste time. Ten minutes later we were in the elevator up to his hotel room, his hand already gripping my ass through my jeans.
The door barely shut before he shoved me against it, mouth crashing into mine, tongue pushing deep. I tasted whiskey on his breath as his big hands yanked my shirt off. "Strip," he ordered, stepping back. I peeled everything off fast, cock already hard and leaking. Amir watched, then pulled his own shirt over his head, revealing smooth brown skin and a thick trail of hair leading down. He dropped his pants and boxers in one move. His cock sprang out, heavy, veined, uncut, and fucking massiveeasily nine inches, thick as my wrist, dark and glistening at the tip. "Arab cock," he said with a grin, stroking it slow. "You want this in your mouth?"
I dropped to my knees without answering. The head was fat and warm against my lips. I opened wide and sucked him in, tongue swirling under the foreskin, tasting salt and musk. Amir groaned, hands in my hair, pushing deeper until his cock hit the back of my throat. "That's it, take that Arab dick," he growled, thrusting shallow at first then harder. Spit ran down my chin as I gagged and sucked, one hand pumping the thick base while my other cupped his heavy balls. He fucked my face for long minutes, hips snapping, until my jaw ached and my own cock throbbed untouched.
He pulled out with a wet pop, hauled me up, and bent me over the bed. "Spread," he commanded. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. Amir spat on my hole, rubbed the head of that fat cock against it, then pushed. The stretch burned, but he went slow, inch after thick inch sliding into my ass until his balls pressed against me. "Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, then started pounding. Each thrust drove that huge Arab cock deep, hitting my prostate every time. I moaned loud, pushing back to meet him. The slap of skin filled the room, his heavy balls smacking my ass with every stroke.
He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove in again. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. "Look at you taking all this cock," he said, voice filthy. "Gay boy loves Arab meat." I stroked myself in time with his thrusts, the pressure building fast. He leaned down, biting my neck, fucking harder, the bed creaking under us. My orgasm hit firstcum shooting across my stomach while my ass clenched around him. Amir growled, slammed in deep, and unloaded, thick pulses of hot cum flooding my hole. He stayed buried, grinding slow until he softened, then pulled out with a rush of mess.
We lay there catching our breath. He traced a finger over my spent cock. "Round two in the shower?" he asked. I nodded. By morning, I'd taken that thick Arab cock three more timesonce with me riding it, once bent over the balcony with the city lights below, and once with him feeding it to me until I swallowed every drop.
We exchanged numbers before I left. Dubai heat had nothing on him.
