I met him drunkenly at a gay bar one night. My memory was hazy the bar was busy, and I remember leading him outside. I have a fondness for dark eyed, exotic types. He had a car nearby where he had tried to fuck me, but common sense prevailed and as we had no condoms, I sucked him off instead. His English was poor he knew the very basics but that was it. I remembered him having a very unshaven, unruly pubic hair. He looked like he might be Turkish.
I woke up the next morning with his number scrawled on a rizla. Next to it was the name Najeeb. A few days later I texted him and had arranged to meet, despite not remembering what he looked like, and conveniently forgetting that I had recently started dating someone. But things werent really going anywhere, and middle eastern types up for gay dabbling were not common in this part of the country.
I met him at the same place where he had parked the other night. It was a discreet area. When I got in he fawned over me, stroking my face and telling me that I was a beautiful boy and that I was his friend. It was sweet but intense. Through his broken English, he told me that we would be going to his and that I would meet his friend. I wasnt sure about this my flat was nearby, I was expecting a quicky at mine and that to be it. But Najeeb was insistent that we drove to his, which was a 3 mile drive into an outer city area.
Along the way Najeeb stroked my thigh, telling me I was a sexy and gorgeous boy. He would squeeze my leg and wink at me. It got me hard. His hands were big, and covered in hair. I somehow managed to find out that he was from Iran.
When we reached the house, he ushered me out and in through the back way down an alley. I didnt think too much of it and had a general idea that people of his race might be nervous about being spotted taking a younger, twinky boy into their home. Nobody was around though, and it was dark.
The flat was heavy with the smell of cigarette smoke. He led me through and into a room off the side the living room. To my surprise, four other men were sat down inside, all perched on an old looking three piece suite. They were of varying ages, and all middle eastern origin too. An ashtray overflowed on a rickety side table. Each men fixed a steely gaze on me as Najeeb led me in. There was little room so I awkwardly ended up stood in the middle, as each set of eyes pierced into me, in deadly silence. After a few moments Najeeb gestured for one of the men to move, so that I could sit. I squeezed in at the side of the male, who continued to look at me as I smiled politely and then inquisitively at Najeeb. The room was warm, and I noticed that each guy had a shirt on, unbuttoned down to the stomach. Hair curled out from their over the sides of their shirts.
Najeeb smiled at me, and then at the men, before saying something in his native tounge out loud. It sounded like a question. The men remained silent, before locking their gaze firmly at me again. I started to feel intimidated why had Najeeb brought me here? Why was he introducing me to these people? What on earth were they thinking was going on?
Slowly, the eldest of the group, a middle aged male with greying sideburns and a big moustache, got up and moved towards the door. He took Najeeb with him and they both went into the hallway before chattering away in a language that made no sense. I assumed it was Arabic, but had no real idea. I smiled again politely, looking more nervous and uncomfortable. The man opposite me stared.
After what seemed like a long time, Najeeb and the elder guy returned. Najeeb gestured at me to follow him, where I gladly did. He led me upstairs before embracing me on the landing, and tried sticking his tounge roughly into my mouth. I responded but only for a bit, his mouth tasted of old cigarette smoke and bad breath. He immediately started feeling my body, groping my arse and squeezing my legs. He grabbed my face in his two hands and grinned at me.
You sexy guy. You like sex with me?
I smiled, feeling horny from his sudden movements, and nodded.
Yes, I said. Sex good.
He led me into a room where there was an old duvan bed with an old looking mattress. A sheet was half draped across the bed. There was little else in the room no furniture, and the paint was peeling off the walls.
Najeeb pointed at the bed and gently moved me towards it. I cooperated and went over to it, sitting on the sheet. Najeeb shook his head and told me to get up, removing the sheet, and then turning me around. He quickly ran his hands over my body again, before undoing my jeans and roughly pulling the tshirt from over my head.
Okay... I said, surprised, but not complaining.
I was half leaning over the bed, as Najeeb rapidly took all his clothes off. I glanced around and saw, for the first time sober, his tight, masculine hairy body. A larch shape protruded from his cheap looking boxer shorts. He pulled them down to reveal a large, bobbing circumsized penis, which was just as hairy as I had remembered and glistened with precum at the end.
The thing that happened next, happened so quickly, that I can barely remember it sober. Najeeb pushed me forwards so I fell onto the old mattress, and in one swift move pulled my underwear down and over my feet. He parted my arse cheeks, spat, and then plunged his penis at full length into my hole. I arched upwards and let out an uninhibited howl, shocked by the pain and sudden force of what had happened. I felt like someone had stabbed me. Najeeb held himself inside me for a short while, leaning over the gently kiss my ear, before wrapping his arm around me to steady himself before thrusting into me again. I screamed. I held out a hand against his left hip to slow him, but he continued. He began rapidly thrusting his large manhood deep inside me, slamming his hips into my arse and grabbing onto my pelvis for support. Sweat formed on my head and my temple started throbbing. The pain was sharp and unbearable. Tears filled my eyes and I muffled yelps and groans as my arse was slowly destroyed by unrelenting animalistic fucking.
As quickly as it began, it ended, with my rapist letting out a huge sigh and gasp as he filled my insides with his raw, sexual fluids. I could practically feel his veined manhood spasming against my tight, clenched hole.
Still shocked and terrified, I opened my puffy red eyes. As I looked up, my blurred vision saw the figures of other men stood around me, all facing the bed, all rubbing their crotches.
As Najeeb withdrew his spent penis, an old sheet was thrown across the top half of my body, covering my sight and vision. Two hands parted my arse cheeks, and I heard the sound of spitting.
I woke up the next morning with his number scrawled on a rizla. Next to it was the name Najeeb. A few days later I texted him and had arranged to meet, despite not remembering what he looked like, and conveniently forgetting that I had recently started dating someone. But things werent really going anywhere, and middle eastern types up for gay dabbling were not common in this part of the country.
I met him at the same place where he had parked the other night. It was a discreet area. When I got in he fawned over me, stroking my face and telling me that I was a beautiful boy and that I was his friend. It was sweet but intense. Through his broken English, he told me that we would be going to his and that I would meet his friend. I wasnt sure about this my flat was nearby, I was expecting a quicky at mine and that to be it. But Najeeb was insistent that we drove to his, which was a 3 mile drive into an outer city area.
Along the way Najeeb stroked my thigh, telling me I was a sexy and gorgeous boy. He would squeeze my leg and wink at me. It got me hard. His hands were big, and covered in hair. I somehow managed to find out that he was from Iran.
When we reached the house, he ushered me out and in through the back way down an alley. I didnt think too much of it and had a general idea that people of his race might be nervous about being spotted taking a younger, twinky boy into their home. Nobody was around though, and it was dark.
The flat was heavy with the smell of cigarette smoke. He led me through and into a room off the side the living room. To my surprise, four other men were sat down inside, all perched on an old looking three piece suite. They were of varying ages, and all middle eastern origin too. An ashtray overflowed on a rickety side table. Each men fixed a steely gaze on me as Najeeb led me in. There was little room so I awkwardly ended up stood in the middle, as each set of eyes pierced into me, in deadly silence. After a few moments Najeeb gestured for one of the men to move, so that I could sit. I squeezed in at the side of the male, who continued to look at me as I smiled politely and then inquisitively at Najeeb. The room was warm, and I noticed that each guy had a shirt on, unbuttoned down to the stomach. Hair curled out from their over the sides of their shirts.
Najeeb smiled at me, and then at the men, before saying something in his native tounge out loud. It sounded like a question. The men remained silent, before locking their gaze firmly at me again. I started to feel intimidated why had Najeeb brought me here? Why was he introducing me to these people? What on earth were they thinking was going on?
Slowly, the eldest of the group, a middle aged male with greying sideburns and a big moustache, got up and moved towards the door. He took Najeeb with him and they both went into the hallway before chattering away in a language that made no sense. I assumed it was Arabic, but had no real idea. I smiled again politely, looking more nervous and uncomfortable. The man opposite me stared.
After what seemed like a long time, Najeeb and the elder guy returned. Najeeb gestured at me to follow him, where I gladly did. He led me upstairs before embracing me on the landing, and tried sticking his tounge roughly into my mouth. I responded but only for a bit, his mouth tasted of old cigarette smoke and bad breath. He immediately started feeling my body, groping my arse and squeezing my legs. He grabbed my face in his two hands and grinned at me.
You sexy guy. You like sex with me?
I smiled, feeling horny from his sudden movements, and nodded.
Yes, I said. Sex good.
He led me into a room where there was an old duvan bed with an old looking mattress. A sheet was half draped across the bed. There was little else in the room no furniture, and the paint was peeling off the walls.
Najeeb pointed at the bed and gently moved me towards it. I cooperated and went over to it, sitting on the sheet. Najeeb shook his head and told me to get up, removing the sheet, and then turning me around. He quickly ran his hands over my body again, before undoing my jeans and roughly pulling the tshirt from over my head.
Okay... I said, surprised, but not complaining.
I was half leaning over the bed, as Najeeb rapidly took all his clothes off. I glanced around and saw, for the first time sober, his tight, masculine hairy body. A larch shape protruded from his cheap looking boxer shorts. He pulled them down to reveal a large, bobbing circumsized penis, which was just as hairy as I had remembered and glistened with precum at the end.
The thing that happened next, happened so quickly, that I can barely remember it sober. Najeeb pushed me forwards so I fell onto the old mattress, and in one swift move pulled my underwear down and over my feet. He parted my arse cheeks, spat, and then plunged his penis at full length into my hole. I arched upwards and let out an uninhibited howl, shocked by the pain and sudden force of what had happened. I felt like someone had stabbed me. Najeeb held himself inside me for a short while, leaning over the gently kiss my ear, before wrapping his arm around me to steady himself before thrusting into me again. I screamed. I held out a hand against his left hip to slow him, but he continued. He began rapidly thrusting his large manhood deep inside me, slamming his hips into my arse and grabbing onto my pelvis for support. Sweat formed on my head and my temple started throbbing. The pain was sharp and unbearable. Tears filled my eyes and I muffled yelps and groans as my arse was slowly destroyed by unrelenting animalistic fucking.
As quickly as it began, it ended, with my rapist letting out a huge sigh and gasp as he filled my insides with his raw, sexual fluids. I could practically feel his veined manhood spasming against my tight, clenched hole.
Still shocked and terrified, I opened my puffy red eyes. As I looked up, my blurred vision saw the figures of other men stood around me, all facing the bed, all rubbing their crotches.
As Najeeb withdrew his spent penis, an old sheet was thrown across the top half of my body, covering my sight and vision. Two hands parted my arse cheeks, and I heard the sound of spitting.