An Arab Gay Sex : Forced to be a man whore

It was a long and tiring drive to Kandahar, and on the way we passed through many check points and several burnt out tanks. The Taliban commander, Samir, drove. He hated being chauffered anywhere and though the car reeked of leeking petrol he smoked continuously, stopping only to lecture his passengers.

"Only fat bourjois Arabian bitches have chauffeurs. No Yemeni man allows himself to be driven anywhere."

Samir embarked on a monologue about the historical superiority of Yemen. It might now be the poorest Arab nation on earth but at one time it had been the centre of the world trade in exotic spices, silks, scents and slave boys with a military strength that had defeated both the Romans and the Egyptians.

"Nasser, What do you think about him ?" He asked, looking pointedly at me in the driving mirror.

"I am too young to know," I said tactfully, noticing a look of desire in the Major's eyes.

"Well, he was certainly a lot more handsome than Mubarak. God, I don't know what Suzanne must think every time she wakes up staring into that pig like face."

Everyone laughed, but the major's quips bored the arse off me and I soon fell asleep, woken just once when an officer knocked on the car window at yet another check point. It must have been atleast six hours later that I was shaken awake by Samir. Everyone else had obviously already been dropped off because I was the only remaining passenger. It was night time but there was the faint light of approaching dawn in the east. And silhoutted against the dim half light, stood a large building with several outhouses.

The entrance was guarded by two Taliban soldiers. They recognised the major immediately and didn't even ask to check our papers, but Samir paused for a few moments to exchange a few pleasantries.

Then I followed Samir down a poorly lit corridor and up a worn stone staircase smelling strongly of urine. A few more steps took us to a door with the words "Major Samir Mohamed" scrawled on it in chalk.

He turned on the light, bolted the steel door behind him and showed me a map already laid out across a large table. He asked me to study the area of Northern Alliance troop positions north of Jalalabad. Since I was standing on the "west side" of the table, and Jalalabad is in North East Afghanistan, and because the "north eastern corner" of the table had been shoved tight against the walls, this involved me bending over and stretching across Afghanistan, exposing my behind.

I felt his hand give the cheeks of my bottom a gentle pinch, squeezing the tight flesh between his sweaty fingers.

"Teazak asal" [Your buttocks are like honey] he said excitedly, as I scrambled to get upright and into a more defendable position.

"Afghan prostitutes have such fat flabby off-putting behinds," he declared as he watched me coldly. "You seem a little shocked but I am afraid you are going to have to get used to a few informalities around here," Samir continued. "I am going to have to test your bir [well] to see if it's going to be wide and deep enough."

"You will have to kill me first," I protested.

"That's just the point I feared I would have to make," Samir confessed. "I have three witnesses who will swear they saw you being fucked in the arse. You will be too lucky to suffer a simple execution for such a sordid crime. You will be forced to wear a Burqa and the crowds will stone you until you beg Allah for a quick death. However a doctor will be at hand to prevent any such easy escape."

"When you recover consciousness you will be whipped until you are almost dead. As soon as you are partially recovered you will have a hot iron repeatedly inserted up your rectum. The next day you will have your genitals electrified until they burn and then after a few further days of unbearable torture you will be taken to the stadium in Kabul where you will again be stoned by an angry mob - this time until you die. May be, I've got some of the punishments in the wrong order for which I pray Allah will forgive me and I may have forgotten a few other indignities but you get my point."

"I will tell them that you tried to fuck me," I protested.

"Why will they care ? Anyone can excuse a man from wanting to pleasure his penis who takes advantage of whatever is to hand but a man who pleasures himself by allowing another man's cock to enter his hole - there can be no forgiveness for him. He is worse than a Shia prostitute. And no one will believe a word such a worthless sharmurt [male prostitute] says. I apologize for being so frank, Ahmed. Now be a good soldier and bend over the table."

I knew I had no alternative if I wanted to live. I slowly took off my gallibaya and bent over the map table, my nose touching kabul and my exposed behind lying somewhere on the Iranian border.

I felt his limp somewhat cold cock touch my right buttock cheek. Was he nervous I wondered or was he just having difficulties imagining I was a woman ? He gently moved his member from side to side and slowly, very slowly, it inflated and he began to ease it into my hole. I relaxed my buttocks and this time I discovered that it went in with surprisingly little pain.

Just then we heard a knock on the door.

"Hara" [shit], Samir swore, as he extracted his cock and quickly adjusted his gallibaya. I was equally quick in putting mine back on.

Samir unbolted the door and to my suprise there was a woman dressed in a black burqa. She smelt srongly of perfume more reminiscent of an Italian or French woman, than any Afghan women I had ever met. And why had she come on her own without a male escort ? Why had she not been arrested ? She was certainly extraordinarily indiscreet.

Samir laughed, and looking at me, issued a somewhat unorthodox order.

"Get your dick out Ahmed, let this woman have a bit of fun."

He didn't have to ask twice. I threw off my gallibaya and my penis sprang upwards as I closed on the woman, who was already on her knees. Her right hand greedily grabbed my penis while her left hand passed through my pubic hair and caressed my right leg.

I noticed that, somewhat bizarely, she had had a hole slit for her mouth in her burqa, and she moved my penis towards it, her hands now gripping my buttocks. Then I eased my penis into her mouth but I was totally unprepared for what I discovered.

A beard under the burqa. A beard tickling my cock. I heard another laugh from Samir. And now the man in the burqa stopped caressing me, shuffled backwards and lifted his burqa off.

The next moment was the most astonishing of my life. For looking down at the now naked man kneeling in front of me I instantly recognised him. I can't express my surprise sufficiently without explaining to the reader that for us Taliban soldiers Allah and Osama were a sort of holy duality. To see him on his knees in such an uncompromisingly self-indulgent submissive position was for those first few moments truly shocking. Sensing my deep embarassment, Samir edged closer to me.

"Don't worry, our great Osama isn't gay. It's an experiment he likes to make to see whether a new recruit likes women. He hates queers. He only likes to fuck straight boys and I guess, judging by that huge hard on you had, he's more than happy with you. From now on, he will be fucking you every day. You will be one of his boy wifes."

As soon as Samir finished, He who I was sure knew every word that Samir had just uttered, began examining me, running one hand over my shoulder muscles. They had grown considerably during my constant trips to the gymn in my first and only student year in Cairo. He gently touched my penis and played with it gently so that it grew and then stretching his fingers calculated it's approximate length and complemented Samir on accomplishing his mission.

First Time Behind : Uncle's Delight

I hope that I can get this in with a 100 lines. But if you poor suffering bastards are looking for a FIRST TIME I have it for you. Let me introduce myself, My name is Farooq Hassan and I am 21 years old, (everything is legal now right?) and I am using a friends computer to tell you this story (sorry I can't write English well). I was born in New York. My mother was pure Israeli married a New Yorker guy. You have my promise that every word of it is fucking true to life or I am a bastard of my uncles nephew.

I saw him again for the first time in five years at the recent festival up in L.A. I recognized him immediately, he had a little round beelly now where there used to be a ripple stomach. He also had less hair.....alot less.....and I had lot more hair...a lot More...in places it didn't used to be when we first met.


When I was 13 he was a counselor for the YMCA during the summer. He was very popular at the time . He was not popular in the trendy sort of way, he had his own ideas and way of dress and didn't give a rat's ass about what other's thought. He lived by the beach and many of us would come down and crash for the weekend at his place....There were alsways people around, college age boys and girls and juniour high age also. It was a cool place to get away from the folks for the weekends.

I was messmierized by dicks and there were always dicks hangin loose and flying in the breeze as kids changed out of wetsuits and showerd and rand from one room to the next to grab some clothes. Somehow his roommates put up with it. Frequently some of us would ditch school and spend the day at the crash pad playing silly junior high games like "Truth or Dare" and getting someone to walk outside with their finger up their butt.
The first time for most of my sexual expereinces were with the guy in this houseWe were taking a shower together , (to save water) and while we soaped each other down I felt his fucking cock for the first time I had felt anyones....as I rubbed it down with soap suddenly by own hairless, pencil thin stump spewed sperm all over his belly. He laughed, and that night we shared a bed together. I later as my parents got drunk and fought through the weekend nights I would hitch a ride, or catch a bus and end up spending the night with him. Craddled safe in his arms. I learned half of the sexual tricks I now from him. The rest I picked up on the street and from various other friends. But for the the next three years I was soundly addicted to cock juice.

The first time he blew me we had been swimming in the ocean, nude, (I had an errection the entire fucking time) we went back to his place with towels arounds us and as I let my towel drop, my stiff prick, with cottone ball fuzz around the base, was standing strap, lying flat point towards my navel, with a clearly pearly drop on the tip. (Now mind you I was on my feet and my cock was so hard that it hurt when he pried it way from my belly and wrapped his greedly lips around it. I was in extascy.....when I ot, standing on my feet, it went straight up into the air and hit me square in the fuckin face that had been watching the bastard's head bob on the knob.

Anyway, on the first time. I recognised him and he didn't recognise me. I scooted over to his side, pinched his buns and good gave him a twist of the fist and he jumped. There was a look of surprise and pain on his face which were to repeated later in the night.

We got to talking and he recognised me. We shared a few beers together, he told his friends that he was going to leave withsomeone else and we left together in my Porche (no not new idiots, its a 74 but it is HOT!!!!!) Going around the intercection surve off the 210 freeway he again had the look of pleasure and pain....I have done that curve at 110 mph but because I had been drinking I held it to 90...the G forces are a fuckin thrill on that one) We got We got to my place, went on up, and began to relive the passions of yesterday. (Once i our past I had come 7 times in a night) We had a few more beers, did some coke, and moved out adventure from the livingroom-den area, into the shower and on to bed.

Sometime in the night, I fucked up, (a trick should ALWAYS make the partner come first) I shot my fuckin wad and he was still hard and eagar. I had to excuse myself to go to the john, (take a piss) d get a drink of water from the kitchen. Then it hit, the overshelming awful feeliing that I had had years ago with him as a kid who was struggling with his identity and need for nourishing.

It was then that a "first time" experience occured to me. One that had NEVER been done before in the history of mankind. This was fuckin good, this was bitchin awsome, this outragiously aswful. (I loved it and got immediately hard again) I had learned every fuckin trick in the god damned book in my brief years from "Turkish Delight" to the "Istanbul Tumble" to the mystical magis of the "Bahli Bust". this was a HIGH bred so to speak.

On the way back to the bedroom and his pulsating prick I stopped by the candy dish, the refrigerator and the bathroom. I seettled into bedd next to him and began to nug his lifeless prick and himself in the process back to life. (Come one the fucker is an old fart he is at least 26 and is losing his edge after four times already. I gently wrapped my lips around the acorn shapped top of pick fleshed shaft and swirled my tongue over the sensitive crown and brought a look of pleasure and pain to now red eyes. Over the next half hour I defftly licked the underside like a bee at a flower. Imassaged the smooth hairless insides of his loins and tickeled his tight moist butt hole with my little finger.

I gradually brought him to a harder and harder state until the purple head of prick was radiating the hot heat of my mouth and assumed a living furnice power of its own. He has developing a light sweat all over his body, the sheets were beginning to get wet. He would keep trying to lick and suck my hard cock, which for the first time since I was 13 was again laying flat, hard, and painfully stiff against the taught rippled muscles of my abdomimn. I allowed him to likck and to tease. But I was not going to loose my edge this time...hHAD to come first... I would guaranttee it or else my plan would not work. The fuckin bastard deverced all I was what kind of a shitty , chicken ass system is this????It sure the fhell alin't like any fucking word porcessor I had used before. It has all kinds of wierd thinggs interrupppinting, and siyin something has logged on and there is no way go back and coreect mistakes that you have made. Forgive me people, I do not have the best of educationals thanks to this shitty state of Calif and without a "spell-check" I am lost .....but I hope you figure this fuckin ass espitle out. Anyway back to "My First Time" I had this cock sucker hotter than he had ever been before in his entire life. And I was fuckin hot too, so hard my balls ached and the crown of my prick head was glowing a deep, deep purple like it was going to bust a vien.

He would hungerly, eargarly, lick and then try to suck my stiff rod. I would pull it away before I even felt the first spasm. I told him," This one's for you, for all you've done, and taught me, and how you've made my life what it is to day....I own it all to you....I want to be the oragsim, the jism, the ectasy of a lifetime." Gently straddling over his crotch I deep throated his cock and then let it slid, slipperty and smooth out of my mouth, feeling the heat, like the asphalt at the fesitval searing our feet, searing my lips as they rode slowly over the slip at the tip....I could honestly feel steam from the bastards tool striking my face. As I bob-slobbed his knob. I worked the candy dish with the cocain under his hanging ball sack.

I gently, carefulliy worked the white powder into the red groove as it slowly cut it way up. Then at his thrusting, squirming, moaning moment of orgasim I applied the "Eskimo Snowball" with the ice from the kitchen. His ball sack convulsed, shrank, contracted and squeezed. He twitch twitched like he has being electirifed by a high voltage wire. It popped out, only one (I had expected two) and with swift cut I released the red kite from its two strings. I had this fucker worked out to perfection. Plunging my hair covered hip towards his face I said, "QUICK SWALLOW" I popped his own gonad into his mouth and in the greedy gulp of a moment it was on his way to his belly.

I'm sure he fell asleep thinking he had swallowed one hell of a wad from my tight sweaty, asssed balls. The coke had killed the pain. There was almost no bleeding, God only knows why...(hmmmmcan you poast a question like that somewhere....Is there a medical board????) Only the Ice and Sweat and fresh Cum had left the sheets a mess. I left to return to festival at noon. When I came back he was gone God....I get off regualar on the thought of that night. Know Im working out the payback for the mother=fuckin- shithead who introduced my to coke. He was a chicken hawk that a condo by the Belmont pier. He used to suck my cock for coke. (has a rhythem to it doen't it) Anyway the guy got me into my trade, the Belmont guy got my into my addiction. Ahhhh How sweet it is.....

First Experience with an Arab Gay

A few years ago, I lived in a luxury apartment complex. Across the hall was a great guy by the name of Umar Nazim (who was actually from Jordan now working in California). Umar Nazim was a very well liked guy around town, owned his own business, was attractive, dated several nights a week, and enjoyed most sports. We met while golfing at the complex's course. He had a great knack for making everyone feel comfortable and ready for fun. A party seemed to follow him where ever he went. We became great, close friends--threw many parties for the complex between our suites, golfed, sailed and worked out together. We "doubled" often and Jon always had a great looking date. I noticed he never seem to click with anyone for any length of time, but there was never a lack of company for him. I liked him immensely. He was a wild little guy, about 5'6" tall, but very well built and confident. He was also a real practical joker and, if some stunt of his was too much for me, I'd fall back on my college football days and call him a fucking tackling dummy, and try to toss him down. It was never easy to get the best of little Umar physically.

On his thirtieth birthday, I had a surprise party for him. We threw it at my place, and I told all the guests to bring cheap halloween wigs and gag gifts. The one thing he was sensitive about was his thinning hair. You can imagine the laughs we all had watching him open the gifts and trying each one of them on. He got right into the spirit of things and even had us trying them on. But he promised me he'd get me when I least expected it. Weeks later, I came home late from an exhausting day, fixed a sandwich and plopped into bed to tune out in front of the Television. Except for the light from the set, my room was dark. After an hour or so, I got pretty lonely and started feeling myself. I was getting aroused, so I rolled over and began grinding my hips into the mattress. The friction of the sheets as I rubbed my swollen cockhead against them and the pressure of my hard-on against the mattress and my stomach felt fabulous. I was luxuriating in the ecstasy of bringing myself off.

Suddenly the whole bed seemed to erupt beneath me, lifting me up and flinging me off onto the floor. I instantly thought of an earthquake, but the rest of the room was still. I jumped up and looked at the bed. There was that little shit Umar under the bed, the mattress pushed half off by his legs as he lay laughing at me on his back. he was howling, and I did a quick take on how he must have slipped into my apartment, crawled uder the bed, and waiting for just the right moment to knock me off. Then I realized I was standing in front of him with nothing on and more than half hard.

Embarassed, I scream "You fucking dummy", and yanked him to his feet. He broke loose and ran for the door. A flying tackly brought him down and we wrestled around the room until I finally pinned him down. It was wild and spontaneous, and lying on top of him naked, embarassed at being surprised with a hard-on, really turned me on. He was still laughing. Because I had gotten so hard as we struggled, I felt self-conscious about letting him up. We lay there chuckling and trying to catch our breaths. I could feel his heavy breathing as his chest heaved against my own. With me hard against him I was sure he would notice in a second that I wasn't just still hot from humping my bed.

So I tried to get up, but he saw how rigid I was and started laughing again. I did too. We fell back together, laughing into each other's shoulder about my predicament. His hands came up and caressed me at the bottom of my spine, and I half-jokingly mimicked a passionate grind against his thighs. He rubbed both hands over the back of my ass and really seemed to be getting turned on. A nervous chuckle started in my throat, but I swallowed it in a gulp. My cock throbbed against him, and he whispered in my ear "Got you Dave." I could feel his cock grow hard beneath his pants, and I gulped again. The blood was pounding in my neck and I imagined he must have been able to hear it. I tried to pull away again and drew my knees up, but that pushed my dick across his growing hard-on, and my stomach muscles began to quiver. It was an electric moment. Then he responded--his hands slipped caressingly over my then taut ass muscles and he pulled me harder against him by the back of my thighs.

He raised his hips at the same time to rub the hard ridge in his pants against me. I felt weak. He kissed my neck and I felt his cock throb against mine. The he rolled me onto my back and my rock hard shaft stood up and plopped against my belly. Cupping my balls in his hand, he gripped the base of my cock in his fist. I looked down as he began to stroke my shaft and squeeze its head. He rotated his thumb and forefinger firmly around that achingly sensitive ridge at the base of my swollen glans, and my cock pulsed so hard it lifted his hand. I groaned and he started to slip his free hand under the small of my back. I arched to let his arm go around me, and my legs slid wide apart. As he stroked down to the base of my cock, my thighs stiffened with arousal. I hoped he would want to suck me, He rubbed my balls gently and played with the hair between my legs, then I rolled into him and felt the coldness of his belt buckle against the hot tip of my dick. I ached to explode but didn't know what I should do next.

Trembling, I reached between us and rubbed his cock through his pants. It was a wild sensation to feel a friend's hard cock throb against my hand while the moistness of his excitement soaked through the cloth and wet my fingers. We were both kind of stunned. I think at being aroused like this, but we let the excitement play out. "Let's do this right" he whispered. He took off his shirt, then rolled away and I heard him unbuckle and unzip his pants. He sat up and pulled them off. I watched his bare back muscles flex at the effort. The he lay back and I could see his flat lower abdomen, the dary curly hair at the base of his long, solid cock and the untanned skin of his hips. It was gloriously different to feel him roll naked against me, feel my dick rub against his hot cock, feel my leg slip between his hairy legs and his cool, moist hands cupping my ass and grinding me against him as I pulled him to me. He rubbed his chin through the hair on my chest and nipped the tip of my right nipple between his teeth. A sensational shock ran from there to my groin. I came instantly. In torrents!! I seemed to cum in waves forever, and I continued to throb as he ground his cock to orgasm against mine.

When he came, he moaned quietly as if we might get caught by someone. I told him I needed to clean up and got up and turned on the bathroom light. I pulled the bed together while he got up to wash himself and I began to recover some poise and started to laugh about what had just transpired. "What's so funny?" he asked, and I walked to the bathroom doorway to explain, feeling a little guilty about what we had done. He was wiping his belly with a washcloth, the water dripped down to his groin and glistened in the hair there. He was still hard, and as he wiped I felt that weak feeling again. I watched him rub the cloth over the shaft of his dick. He had a Huge cock for such a little guy. A tenseness showed in his eyes, and I looked away and stepping into the shower. "Want to do this right too?" I asked.

He ducked under the spray with me. I rubbed our cum from my body. he took my soft prick in one hand and stroked his hardness with the other. I began to get hard again watching him stroke us both. The he knelt in the spray and slid my half-hard cock into his mouth. He sucked me until I was as hard as I had been earlier, concentrating his tongue on the tip of my cock, and all around the tip. I stepped out of the spray and pulled him more into it and knelt before him. I explored his body with my mouth. His hard cock pulsed against my chest and neck as I buried my face in the matted wet hair that ran from his belly to his groin.

I took the shaft in my hand and put my mouth over the tip. It was warm, wet, tautly smooth and solid. He moaned, still softly, and slid his hands around the back of my neck. I thought he wanted me to suck him deeper and I tried to swallow the whole length of his shaft, I couldn't, so I sucked all around the tip, running my tongue around the firm ridge there as he had done to mine. I could taste a bit of his cum and began to feel hot again. I bobbed my head, sliding his dick into my mouth as far as I could go without gagging. Returning to the tip and then sucking him deeper, I got into it. I sucked and licked him firmly until he began to pump himself to his own special rythm. He came very hard, staggering against me, and moaning loudly, his prick jerking as his come spilled onto my tongue. I swallowed his warm load and then sucked him until his trembling stopped.

He pulled me to my feet, and he whispered "Thanks buddy!" and kissed me deep, sharing the taste of the load he had just given me. We repeated that shower scene many times, and slept together whenever mutual lust presented itself. The ironic thing about my experience with him is that it was my first experience with another man. One I will never forget!!