I like reading sex story but cannot find middle east sex story sites.
Anyone know about it?
Thanks

 

hi

if u can speak arabic
i know many arab sex stories

 

So not in English?
I cannot speak & read arabic.

 

try to get someone on here to translate them

 

Isn't there a translation project going on? Or was going on? I dunno, maybe I heard wrong.

 

well really iam too interested in arabic story

 

What d you mean by middle east? what makes a story middle eastern?

 

Is it like this:

My name is Abdul Mohammed, I live in Saudi Arabia. My family is muslim. My father has 4 wives, and I am a virgin.

I can tell his wives are not being taken care of properly and I think I am going to bring this to his attention. I am 18 and jack off at least 5 times a day. I have used the penile increasing method common to arabs and now measure a good 27.5cm.

I sneaked into their bedrooms one night when they were all outside in our Olympic sized pool. I forgot to say my dad is one of the advisors to one of the Princes.

Going through their stuff, I found at least a dozen dildoes of different sizes and textures and shapes. Two of them smelled like old pussy.

Tonight when he and I are alone in the lounge I am going to proposition him to make his wives all very happy.

 

Abdul and the harem.

ok posted as a story..

 

Bravo!
Admin? Please...please...

 

nicest

 

would love to read stories of sex in the middle east, especially gay stories involving dark, hung, hairy men.

 

Here it is

Night of Hawks



We had met in a cellar. It was a place of safety where men who enjoyed the exquisite pleasure of fisting could meet and give to each other the transcendental. We had smiled, and liked each other from the first but with so many conflicting demands, we had no time to ‘know’ each other; the englander and the syrian. Still friendship grew and it was not long before I felt drawn to his adopted country.
Ali had a place in the old part of town. He could afford a better part of town but he preferred the atmosphere and a large place with all its cracked walls, grime and faded paint. Of course it could have been the large cellar strung now with several slings and permeated with the smell of cigarette smoke, poppers and piss.
Constantly popular with arab and turk, Ali had all the sex he could wish yet he hankered after white flesh and so I arrived to a warm welcome that hot summer night. Our lips carressed, softly (almost delicately ) at first laeding to deep, feverish sucking of each other’s mouths as our toungues explored and remembered. He wore thin cotton arab dress, so simple yet so erotic. Before long I stode before him in the same, our cocks showing their presence as we felt our bodies touch, the dampness of our excited members coming together and rubbing each other into even greater hardness. I touched his chest feeling my way to his gorgeous nipples. Gentle stroking brought each to its lovely hardness allowing me to lick each through his garment. As I took in his odour my sucking of tit became more and more intense till, not being able to take it any longer, I pulled his dishdasha off his beautiful smooth body. Again my lips touched his right nipple. ‘Harder’ he gasped. My teeth closed on his tit chewing harder and harder while he moaned with pleasure. His left was even more sensitive and his fingers dug into my flesh as I contentedly enjoyed his now reddened nipple.
[FONT=&quot]Now it was my turn. He knows how to turn me on alright! I knelt on a towel on his couch as he raised the back of my dishdasha revealing my large hairy arse. Kneeling before my crack, as if in adoration, he gently prised my arse cheeks apart to reveal my puckered arse hole. His tongue now carressed the sensitive area around the hole working inward. Its an unbelievable feeling to have a guy’s tongue up your arse. So much more sensual than a cock! He dug it in deep, tasting my unwashed hole still dirty from my last imperfect use of a non western toilet (still cant get used to squatting). Teasing each dirty morsel into his mouth, tasting my very being. We had never done scatsex before but the scene was so horny and so as it grew in its intensity, so did my need to let loose to the point when anything was possible. So it was that a turd slipped from my arse into his throat. Ali was as far gone as me so there was no revulsion, just a supreme desire for more. His tongue work became even more acute and so deep I could imagine his face deeply buried in my arse.After another half hour of this treatment I was gone. He surfaced and produced some coke which we part snorted and part placed up each of our arses. I don’t know whether any of you have rimmed a coke salted arse but there is nothing like it. Your whole mouth tingles and the bitterness of the coke intensifies the natural taste of arse hole. I now tasted Ali. His smooth, hairless arsehole succumbed to my attentions leading my tongue deeper into the forbidden zone. He tasted like spicy chocolate which was strong despite the coke. I touched a hard lump. Licking the end of his dreamy turd encouraged his arse to expel its brown mass into my mouth. I enjoyed its texture and swallowed before going back to work. We were both groaning now and incapable of stopping. His arse opened and closed like a clam on my face, his body tossing as he tried to draw me further into his dark kingdom. It culminated with the release of a large turd too big for me to deal with. It stuck out of my mouth as he turned to see and then took the other half into his own mouth us kissing , chewing and swallowing nectar of the arse. We kissed a long time after, stroking each other’s cocks, now stiffer than I can ever remember. Non viagra needed; just deep passion between two men. He whispered that he wanted to show me something so, now naked and hand in hand, he led me through an old door and down dark steps to the cellar. What greeted me was heaven by candlelight. Indeed, there were candles all over the floor casting a lovely light on all the equipment he had ready. Many dildos of all [/FONT] sizes were carefully laid on a bench by the sling. A huge container of lube, several cans of crisco and lots of kitchen roll suspended over the sling. Yum. Ali knows me well ! We snorted some more coke and he introduced me to his latest purchase; a cat o nine tails. Without any urging I allowed myself to be strapped to a frame suspended from the cellar ceiling by my wrists. My ankles were strapped to fixings in the floor and, totally high, I waited for the pain. It was different to what Id expected. He lashed my back but the pain was not exactly painful. There was a horny quality which superceded the pain to make it one of the most erotic experiences of my life. I had known that Ali was into S&M but we had never done anything but fisting. He had obviously decided to make up for lost time !!! Lash after lash rained down on my back and buttocks till he had enough and came to face me and grant me the reward of his lips on mine and a whispered ‘thankyou’.
Unleashed, it was my turn to indulge. In the sling with his legs high in the straps, I looked at his arse eagerly awaiting my attention. Before greasing up my hands I had a long lick of his hole now very sensitive from what we had done upstairs. The crisco slicked on to my hands and pushing some up his hole I dug three fingers into his depths. Fisting is like anal Tai Chi, your hand swirling within spacen lubing and by gentle pressure, bringing excstacy. Ali is an experienced bottom so my hand was soon inside his arse. He snorted poppers and groaned. In a way the top connects with the spiritual and his hand becomes an instrument of more pleasure than you can know in any other way! My other hand rested on his now stiffening cock, the crisco greasing his member as it grew to manhood. The hand inside him probed for the next opening and went deeper. Applying more crisco to my arm I was struck by the ease with which it was penetrating deeper. No more shit in the way so the turds we enjoyed earlier must have been the last present. He was now sucking on a towel upon which sprayed something which just made his look of pleasure even greater. I went deeper and deeper, slowly revolving my hairy arm to find the right angle to go on. After an hour I was up to my elbow and on my knees, the sweat pouring off my glistening body. I leaned forward and took his firm smooth cock into my mouth, sucking his juices. He was in the seventh heaven and I was so much in need of relief it cannot be believed.
Finally the hand gesture came to rest and then the slow withdrawal from his body. The hand came out with a plop and went straight to my own stiff cock. Pumping my dick and taking in the smell of the whole scene I placed myself directly in front of Ali. His body pushed forward in the sling his hole clenched and puckered. I slipped my cock into the now loose hole and with my hands firmly on his raised legs, pounded his arse. I slipped my greased hands up and down his smooth legs making both of us even more horny. As we reached orgasm I pulled out and we shot our loads high into the air splattering each other. I now replaced my cock in his arse, and after a little wait felt the warm spurt of piss filling his hole. Groaning again he sent a gush of piss onto my chest drenching my body. It felt good, so very good. We rested. After half an hour we were hard again and this time it was me in the sling and him poising his 9” smooth member ready lubed before my hole. Now Ive always had trouble with being fucked; some guys are just too rough for my tender tissues. But Ali is a master. He knows how to open me so that all is ready to accept him. He pushed gently caressing my hairy legs till his whole length lay inside me. At first I just wanted to push him out like I would a turd but with the coke and poppers and his girations, I just abandoned myself to my fate. He bucked his hips, his buns clenching as he drove his cock home one more time. He was near to his love explosion and withdrew to send cum spurting all over my hairy chest. What a man ! I love him dearly.
He had put a pallet down in the cellar and we awoke the next afternoon in each other’s arms. He kissed my lips. We had a great few nights although nothing can ever compare with the first night. When I went back home there was a something missing. A piece of my heart lies within him and his within me. Wherever we are in the world we are never alone. We have both gone on to other affairs but are still single. Perhaps we will recreate the magic of that night……I hope so.

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