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Hakeem:Another Fantastic Arabian Dude

by Omofineboy


Hameed's Brother Hakeem

The past weeks were like whirlwind. Hameed and I were so enamoured with each other as if we found love for the very first time. The fact that we were first for each made it romantic and purely natural. Mind, whenever we were in public, we never spared each other a single glance. We had to be absolutely careful in such an Arabic homophobic world.

However, when we we were alone, within the safety nest, in the confines of our room, we made passionate love all day or night. Basking in the euphoria of the after glow. Oftentimes listening to the sweet voice of Hameed reciting poems he had written for his beloved wife-to-be.

One day, Hameed received news that Farida’s uncle had died and he had to go and pay his condolences. When he left, I went to Alexandria for sight seeing so that I would not wallow in loneliness. Hameed had arranged for me to spend the weekend with his elder brother, Hakeem. The latter picked me at the airport with his blue funny looking scooter. When I set eyes on him, I had a double take. While Hameed was tall, Hakeem was almost seven feet tall!He was darker, more masculine with a broad chest that could aptly be termed a barrel chest. His eyes were brown and he had this dark handsomeness that most Arabian villains in fairy tales adorned. He was simply a macho king.And when he smiled, my heart flipped twenty three times to heaven and back in a second!

He was chatty, funny, easy-going and very friendly. He behaved as if i was a long lost friend reuniting after being estranged for a while. His deep,guttural voice reminded me of the late musician, Barry White.

We had lunch of cous-cous and spicy chicken kebab. He asked all the right questions while he smoked his Benson Switch. He was impressed with my friendship with his brother whom he had termed an introvert. He told me about his mother and how they worshiped the ground she walked on. He said she was abandoned by their dad when she was pregnant with Hameed and eloped with a tycoon’s daughter. While their mother was now a nurse in a public hospital, the father was a high flying playboy in Dubai.

We toured the beautiful city and Hakeem proved to be a great tour guide.

We reached his one room apartment and I was impressed with his simple set up.He had a flat TV set, a big bed and the floor was rugged. The few abstract paintings on the wall made me to regard him more as a worldly-wise person and not you typical religious semi-literate Arab "Make yourself at home.It is not much but it is home,"he said goodnaturedly. "This is beautiful, Hakeem. I love your apartment," I complimented almost shyly He smiled, apparently pleased with the compliment. "You don't smoke, do you?" He lit another fag. "No, but I don’t mind if you do. To tell you the truth, I ind the smell pleasant but I had never craved the desire to smoke", I replied. "You don’t want to try?" He smiled lazily, inhaling the cigarette and handing the stick to me. "I shouldn't," I protested weakly. "Do you always live by the rules?"he challenged. Our eyes met and locked. A tremor passed through me and I felt my loins twitching.

I took the cigarette gingerly and dragged a cautiously. I coughed a bit and handed it back. The fact that his mouth was on the ciggie and mine was too was kind of sexy. He gave a rich laughter. "See, the world didn’t come to and end."he said. We talked some more over a cup of some herbal tea. I started having strange exciting feelings. "What did you put in that tea," I asked almost tipsily. "It is a special brew from Chad. My uncle brought it for me. It makes you hard as a rock," "Hard, How and why?" "It makes you have more sexual prowess. Like viagra." "Hakeem, don’t tell me you are planning for us to go chasing babes – ”I started. " Who said anything about babes? I was merely trying too seduce you," he said jokingly. "I saw the way you have been eying me and I must say it isn't the first time a dude finds me attractive. But well I want to find out what my brother finds so special about you, Salif,” he teased. "He told you about us?"I spluttered. "Not in so many words. He gushes about you more than he does about Farida. I guess he did not know that I know that he is special."

I pondered over what he just said. Well, he loved his brother and supported him as well. Which could not be said about most people from my clime.

"I love your brother very much but you know, there is nothing we can do about that. When he gets married and I return home, that would be the end of the story," i said solemnly "But now is what matters. Tomorrow is another," he replied

With that said, he wrapped his big hairy arms around me and teased me with flowery kisses. I returned them with so much fervour imagining it was Hameed. I closed my eyes and allowed my hands to discover every bit of his muscular cantour. The wide hairy shoulders, the head filled with rich and silky black hair, the tight buttocks and finally, his huge, arousal.

When we shed our items of clothing, he stood like a Greek god. He was beauty personified.His body was covered with coarse hairs, his well trimmed beards and mustache, the six packs adorning his flat stomach, his navel like a hidden treasure trove, then the majesty of all things majestic, a well proportioned, veiny cock. It jutted out like a pole. The bulbous head was like a Swedish mushroom. His balls hung loosely like Georgian peaches.

Silently, we went to the big bed and sought to discover each other. We kissed with such frenzy we almost suffocated. His tongue did things to me that were unimaginable. When he nibbled my earlobes and stuck the tip of his tongue in my ears, I died a thousand deaths. I was like clay in his hands. He molded me with such tenderness alien to a man of his size. Minutes stretched to and hour of glorious foreplay. Our impatient cocks oozed pre-cum freely. When we could not take it anymore, he flipped me on my back and entered me with a perfect stroke. We stay motionless for a minute before the sexy dance commenced. The guy could could fuck like he was schooled in the art of lovemaking. Darn! He grabbed my waist and moved rhythmically with each deep stroke. We changed to doggie style and when he could not hold back, he filled me with his hot cum. He collapsed on op of me for some seconds and then withdrew.

I kissed him. He kissed me back deeply with that killer smile on his face. Wordlessly, he turned on his back and offered himself to me. I entered him swiftly. He winced and held me tightly. When I started thrusting, he grabbed by ass cheeks and forced me deeper into him. I quivered and lost control. After a few thrusts, I emptied my sack-load of cum into him as I felt him coming for the second time. Our bodies were covered in sweat. We kissed and embraced each other. After catching our breath, we fell into a deep, blissful slumber.


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