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Unthankful Bastard
By: Londebaaz Chohan
Jalal was his name tag on his UPS uniform. He looked to be an Egyptian but Ethan did not ask him when he came for delivering the packages or for the pick-up of any parcels. Ethan had seen him for all of the three years he had worked in that office. His good looks seemed to have enhanced by the brown UPS uniform worn by Jalal. His dark black hair would shine under the fluorescent lights of the office. Same dark hair he had extensively grown on his strong forearms increasing his masculinity. His smile could melt any coldest heart. Ethan was always brightened to see him as he came to make deliveries early in the day on daily basis.
One day Jalal commented about some very nice pictures of the sphinx that Ethan had displayed in his cabin and the next day Ethan had a color print of the picture rolled up and ready to surprise Jalal. This was the start of a friendship between them. Actually it was not a friendship in the sense of having deep feelings or something but just the relationship of buddy level. Ethan managed his schedule from that day on to take a break at about the same time as Jalal showed up for a coffee break. This started strengthening their buddy level friendship. They would sit and discuss, sports, weather, current affairs and any other useless subject. One day they were discussing the change in a law about Driving While Intoxicated when Jalal expressed his liking about the Russian Vodka but unable to enjoy any because he had long duty hours for driving and he could not afford to lose his job by going against the law and by the time he got home, it was too late to stay up for long. He said that he had not enjoyed a nice sitting with a vodka bottle for at least 9 years, since his marriage because Jamila, his wife did not approve of it. Ethan had seen the ring on his finger and now Jalal confirmed it that he was married.
Ethan told him that he always carried a big stock of Russian Vodka at home because he also loved it far more than the best brands of the Scotches or other alcohols and invited him over any day after the work hours. Jalal thought for a sec and told Ethan that on the very next day, his wife had to take his son to the school for some performance by the late evening and he had taken the evening off after 5:00 PM. He could come see Ethan and share a bottle, instead of going home and Ethan suddenly perked up, “OK by me. Right around 5:30 PM, after the work, that would be perfect”. Ethan looked around if anybody else was watching when he passed the written directions to Jalal for his place. Jalal confirmed but with a little condition of being late by no more than half an hour due to the rush hour traffic at that hour and he assured Ethan to call in case there was some extra ordinary rush on the roads due to any mishap.
Ethan got home a bit early and decorated the table with the bottle of Russian Vodka, bucket of ice, crystal glasses and a bottle of mixing drink plus a liter carton of orange juice, in case Jalal preferred to make a screw driver. He also laid a Playgirl magazine on the side table and covered it with some Playboy’s and the Penthouse magazines. After changing to his evening dress, Ethan pulled a chair and sat near a window in his house to monitor the traffic in his street. Almost 18 minutes late, Jalal swung into the parking spot, couple of houses from Ethan’s place and jumped out still wearing his tidy, brown uniform. Ethan greeted him at the door and gestured him to take a seat at the sofa near the center table decorated with all the good stuff. Jalal was being unformal and told Ethan that he was not in a mood to waste any time after seeing his favorite vodka on the table. Ethan told him that he was getting some wedges of lemon from the fridge and shall be with him in no time and he could start if he wanted to but Jalal thought it better to wait for Ethan to come out and make the glasses and instead picked one of the Playboy magazines on the side table.
Ethan came out to the living room and after asking poured vodka in both glasses over the ice as Jalal told him that he mostly enjoyed it on the rocks. After taking the glass from Ethan, Jalal gulped it down in one go. “Aahh man! That is great”. Came a sound of deep satisfaction for Ethan’s ears as he poured one more for Jalal. Jalal took another sip, put the glass down and got busy with the magazines stopping at several pictures, turning the magazine sideways to properly look at the centerfold while taking another sip and thanking Ethan for his favorite drink and Ethan asked him to finish his glass so he could make the fresh glasses. Jalal did as asked to receive the maximum effect and emptied the glass.
“Is it any good”? Asked Ethan.
“Oh yeah. As a matter of fact, I am getting stoned already. It must be because I have not had any for so long”. After another two glasses, Jalal was gone and refused to take any more. Ethan was also hitting the ‘being drunk’ level and decided to call it quits. Jalal picked up the Playgirl magazine from the side table and chuckled to himself as he thumbed through it. “Shit man, this magazine is sick, sick, and sick”. He said as he looked at the centerfold and let out a low whistle, turning to Ethan to see. “Oh nice”! Ethan nodded.
Jalal kept looking at the male pictures, studying them closely and then all of a sudden, he put the magazine back and stood up reaching in his pants with his hand to adjust himself. “Ow wow”! He played there for couple of seconds. “There, it feels better now”. He said as he finished adjusting himself and sat back down. Ethan got a nice glimpse of what made him so uncomfortable. Jalal picked up the playgirl magazine again, thumbed through it and placed it back. “Fucking Vodka always made me very horny”. Jalal announced loudly and looked at Ethan as if asking, “What next”?
“I have many more magazines, if you were interested”. Ethan said and Jalal hurriedly replied that it was OK with him. He would not mind looking at a few more magazines. Ethan went in and came back with a stash from the bedroom. As he laid them on the end table, Ethan pulled a chair closer to Jalal, so he could also look at the same time. As Jalal picked up a magazine, Ethan made a fresh glass for him. Thumbing through the pictures and stopping at most of them, Jalal sipped on as he found the pictures interesting. He was holding the magazine more at an angle for Ethan to have a look and enjoy too. Ethan nodded occasionally with an approving grunt, keeping an attention at Jalal’s bulge in his crotch. Jalal was seriously aroused and to top it off an expanding wet spot was forming on the fabric of his dark brown pants. Turning the last page of the magazine, Jalal placed it aside and reached for another Playgirl on top of the pile. When he reached the featured male picture, Ethan stopped him, “Wow! This is a very hot scene”.
Jalal nodded. “Yeah it sure is”. He kept flipping the pages in hap hazard order. As he turned couple of pages back, there was a shot of the guy lying on his back with his semi hard cock pulled through the open fly of his jeans with beautifully carved circumcised head being visible. “Oh man”, Ethan said, “Look at that beauty. I hope you like the blowjob”?
“Blow jobs are wonderful and this guy needs one right now. Look at his junk”. Jalal agreed. “What do you think”?
“Maybe you should pose for such like pictures. You have the body for it”. Ethan told Jalal.
“You think so, what makes you say that”? Jalal wanted to know. “Somehow, I hear it all the time. My wife tells me that, the women in the offices, I go around; tell me that and when I am out playing some ball game, even the men try to pick on me and tell me so”.
“Do you ever make it out with those men”? Ethan asked.
“Of course not”! Jalal answered angrily. “I am married”.
“I know that”, Ethan responded calmly. “I was just curious anyway”.
“There is a lot of difference between these guys and the guys like me, having a gym body”. Jalal answered.
“Could you please explain, what do you mean is the difference”? Ethan was still curious.
“I guess, the people think that these guys are more masculine while the gym developed men are more muscular”. Jalal answered.
“How is that, can you show me”? Ethan insisted.
There was hardly a noticeable time pause in their conversation before Jalal agreed, “Yes, I can do that”. He put the magazine back and stood up facing Ethan. The pre cum stain on his pants had gotten larger and the pants was also showing a bigger tenting. He slowly unbuttoned his brown uniform shirt as a very corporeal, male act to reveal the bright white under shirt below. The thick hair growth on his chest was darkening the whiteness of the cotton shirt. He tossed the uniform shirt off to a chair nearby sending a faint sweaty male odor to Ethan’s nostrils. Now Jalal went into a flexing routine. He had a lot of a body builder’s definition with decent looking upper body, chest, abdominal area and even the arms. All looked fine but he had none of the porno worker’s pull or the appeal in his body. The thick hair literally covered his nipples on his chest but it only thinned to a line as it traveled below his stomach to disappear in his pants. The difference between the two types of males was now clearly obvious to Ethan. Suddenly, he started to feel his mouth dry.
“Yes I can see the difference alright”. Ethan said. “Does the same sort of things happen with the legs”?
“Yep”, Jalal answered. “I could show you but I have some reason, so I better not”.
“Hey don’t worry about the reason”. Ethan acknowledged that he knew what the reason Jalal was talking about. “The alcohol and those magazines will do it to all men. It is just us, the guys here, after all. Nothing to hide or be ashamed of”.
Jalal continued to flex his biceps but he seemed distracted. “What the hell”, Ethan heard him mutter and then his hands began to loosen his belt and unzip his fly, once again slowly and erotically it seemed as Ethan was lost in the fascination of it. In a swift motion like the flow of water, he slipped them down to his ankles. He was flexing his leg muscles. “Can you see the difference”, Jalal asked?
Ethan nodded. His legs were dark due to the growth of thick hair, his calves were tight and thighs were massive. What fascinated Ethan the most was the tight spotless sparkling white briefs, hugging Jalal’s butt and struggling to hold his raging hard on in the front. His Afro-Arab dick was slightly curving to his left and upwards. The bright pink color of the cockhead was pushed out and clearly seen due his cock being cut and the fabric of the brief had also a somewhat transparent effect due to over exuding of the pre cum. Jalal’s balls were snuggly nestled in the pouch of his brief. In Ethan’s mind nothing could capture the erotic essence of a man better than seeing him in a pair of a briefs. The air seemed to be thick and Ethan felt having trouble to breathe nor could he remove his eyes off Jalal’s basket.
A few minutes passed and Jalal spoke, “Perhaps you would like to see more”. His words were well-measured as if he himself was not sure, what to say. Ethan could only nod to his proposition. Before he did, what he said to do, he reached down and picked another magazine from the side table and stood up thumbing through it, stopping briefly at some pictures. Ethan could see his cock jerk but erratically. After looking through all the pictures, Jalal returned to the centerfold and laid the magazine on the table to see it as he stood above. This was the picture of a plump blonde, sitting with her legs pulled up to show her asshole while her fingers were spreading her flaps with her tongue licking her lips for the camera. As Jalal looked at the picture, Ethan imagined that Jalal thought, she was posing for him and she was also looking back at him. This made Ethan’s heart pond thinking what other fantasies ran through Jalal’s mind.
After setting the magazine on the table, Jalal straightened up, looked around in the room expecting someone lurking and watching in the far corner and then quickly pushed his brief down to his knees. While getting up to straighten up, he entertained Ethan to an amazing show. It was a beauty! Almost 7+ inches of sturdy, healthy hefty manhood with the lovely curves and extremely veiny from the base to the most meticulously circumcised cockhead with two proper sized balls to support the curved power rod. The balls were kind of unable to swing freely due to the wrinkling of the sac full of the sexual tension. A big drop of pre cum oozed from the cock slit as Ethan watched it run down the underside of the shaft onto the marvel of the balls. In no time another bigger drop formed to quickly drip down towards the floor in a very long silky string holding the pearl at the end. Jalal also bent a bit forward at his waist to show his powerful buttocks. This bending also displayed Jalal’s ass crack spread just enough to show his nicely fenced with the hair, the Mediterranean pink, brown hole. Ethan could not resist and complimented his awesome body.
Next second, Jalal quickly stood up and pulled his briefs over his genitalia saying, “I am sorry but I think it is the fucking Rum that had come over me”. Before he said anything more, Ethan reached in his bulging briefs and held him for a shortest period offering to relieve his tension and even sense the weakening of his resolve before he yanked himself free and spoke with a very angry tone, “No, never. If you only remember, I am married”, without moving away from Ethan to stop him or cause any change of affairs.
“I remember very well”, said Ethan while he sat and Jalal stood above him. Ethan was completely under the spell of magic by the vision in front of his eyes. Everything else was shut out except the Arabian male body in those cotton briefs bulging obscenely wet and excited. Ethan was still feeling the heat of Jalal’s balls from the brief moment of touching him with his hand. It was a timeless moment.
It must be at least 2—3 minutes, before Ethan looked up. Jalal’s eyes were tight shut and his face was contorting with a pain like mixed feelings of lust and guilt. Ethan could not wait much more and raised himself a little to bring his face closer to Jalal’s basket and inhaled. The damp cotton had lots of male aroma mingled with his sweat. He got even closer and leaned to brush his forehead against Jalal’s solid as steel, cock shaft. The heat got straight to Ethan’s head compelling him to press even harder against the shaft. Jalal’s cock stiffened as he pressed it back, held it there for a second and then relaxed to let the shaft twitch. Ethan tried to reach for the waistband to bring his briefs down but Jalal moved back slightly saying, “No way man, no further”. Although Ethan’s fingers were caressing him, he said, “All right, as you say”. Jalal seemed to be willing to let Ethan go this far only. Hungered with the Arabian taste of meat, Ethan once again pressed his face only on Jalal’s crotch and could feel Jalal to writhe with desire for his face and mouth.
Gently, Ethan let his hand wander up to his stomach and then to his nipple coiling through the crinkly hair. Ethan applied a slight pressure to feel the erect nipple against his fingers for tweaking and tuning it.
“Ahh man! That feels very nice”. Ethan heard Jalal but he was not sure what was he referring to. Ethan’s fingers on his nipple or his face in his crotch or maybe both. He moved his other hand upwards once again and Jalal moved back but only by inches this time and announced that he wanted to sit down instead of standing up. Absolutely not sure, what was on Jalal’s mind Ethan told him to be comfortable. Flopping back down on the sofa, Jalal flashed his most horny smile, pulled his brief to the side, offering his cock to Ethan and grabbed a magazine for himself once again. Ethan shifted quickly to his knees cupping those big balls in his palms and breathing the warm air on the top slit of the Arabian tower. Slowly his hands began playing with Jalal’s shaft, flicking his nipples with his tongue. As he continued this for say about 2 minutes maximum, working his face and fingers on Jalal’s genitalia, he felt Jalal flex to fill his mouth with the Arabian sex juice.
Jalal’s both hands got dropped on his sides giving Ethan a full charge of his cock for properly handling it. Ethan pushed his face over Jalal’s balls while his tongue and mouth wrapped the Arabian cock and sucked it hard to milk out all the remaining juices in his balls. He squirmed as Ethan kept repeating the motion over and again.
“Well sucker, I told you, this cock is taken. Don’t you dare ask me to cheat on my wife”? Jalal had once again been enraged. A low groan formed in his throat and surged upwards as he tried to endure his orgasm. He was under the complete spell of Rum as Ethan drained his balls as best as he could. Slowly Jalal’s climax ended soon and he relaxed a bit, still delirious and adamant that he was married and was not in for man to man play. Ethan was sure, he realized that he had ejaculated in Ethan’s mouth but only did not want to confess because of life long cultural and religious bounds.
It was shocking that from the very next day there was a change of guards and a matured Sri Lankan or Nepali woman started making rounds for UPS in that office. Ethan could only sigh, “Unthankful Arabian Bastard” and hoping for another change of UPS driver soon.
The End. Your comments please. Londebaaz Chohan November 12, 2020.
By: Londebaaz Chohan
Jalal was his name tag on his UPS uniform. He looked to be an Egyptian but Ethan did not ask him when he came for delivering the packages or for the pick-up of any parcels. Ethan had seen him for all of the three years he had worked in that office. His good looks seemed to have enhanced by the brown UPS uniform worn by Jalal. His dark black hair would shine under the fluorescent lights of the office. Same dark hair he had extensively grown on his strong forearms increasing his masculinity. His smile could melt any coldest heart. Ethan was always brightened to see him as he came to make deliveries early in the day on daily basis.
One day Jalal commented about some very nice pictures of the sphinx that Ethan had displayed in his cabin and the next day Ethan had a color print of the picture rolled up and ready to surprise Jalal. This was the start of a friendship between them. Actually it was not a friendship in the sense of having deep feelings or something but just the relationship of buddy level. Ethan managed his schedule from that day on to take a break at about the same time as Jalal showed up for a coffee break. This started strengthening their buddy level friendship. They would sit and discuss, sports, weather, current affairs and any other useless subject. One day they were discussing the change in a law about Driving While Intoxicated when Jalal expressed his liking about the Russian Vodka but unable to enjoy any because he had long duty hours for driving and he could not afford to lose his job by going against the law and by the time he got home, it was too late to stay up for long. He said that he had not enjoyed a nice sitting with a vodka bottle for at least 9 years, since his marriage because Jamila, his wife did not approve of it. Ethan had seen the ring on his finger and now Jalal confirmed it that he was married.
Ethan told him that he always carried a big stock of Russian Vodka at home because he also loved it far more than the best brands of the Scotches or other alcohols and invited him over any day after the work hours. Jalal thought for a sec and told Ethan that on the very next day, his wife had to take his son to the school for some performance by the late evening and he had taken the evening off after 5:00 PM. He could come see Ethan and share a bottle, instead of going home and Ethan suddenly perked up, “OK by me. Right around 5:30 PM, after the work, that would be perfect”. Ethan looked around if anybody else was watching when he passed the written directions to Jalal for his place. Jalal confirmed but with a little condition of being late by no more than half an hour due to the rush hour traffic at that hour and he assured Ethan to call in case there was some extra ordinary rush on the roads due to any mishap.
Ethan got home a bit early and decorated the table with the bottle of Russian Vodka, bucket of ice, crystal glasses and a bottle of mixing drink plus a liter carton of orange juice, in case Jalal preferred to make a screw driver. He also laid a Playgirl magazine on the side table and covered it with some Playboy’s and the Penthouse magazines. After changing to his evening dress, Ethan pulled a chair and sat near a window in his house to monitor the traffic in his street. Almost 18 minutes late, Jalal swung into the parking spot, couple of houses from Ethan’s place and jumped out still wearing his tidy, brown uniform. Ethan greeted him at the door and gestured him to take a seat at the sofa near the center table decorated with all the good stuff. Jalal was being unformal and told Ethan that he was not in a mood to waste any time after seeing his favorite vodka on the table. Ethan told him that he was getting some wedges of lemon from the fridge and shall be with him in no time and he could start if he wanted to but Jalal thought it better to wait for Ethan to come out and make the glasses and instead picked one of the Playboy magazines on the side table.
Ethan came out to the living room and after asking poured vodka in both glasses over the ice as Jalal told him that he mostly enjoyed it on the rocks. After taking the glass from Ethan, Jalal gulped it down in one go. “Aahh man! That is great”. Came a sound of deep satisfaction for Ethan’s ears as he poured one more for Jalal. Jalal took another sip, put the glass down and got busy with the magazines stopping at several pictures, turning the magazine sideways to properly look at the centerfold while taking another sip and thanking Ethan for his favorite drink and Ethan asked him to finish his glass so he could make the fresh glasses. Jalal did as asked to receive the maximum effect and emptied the glass.
“Is it any good”? Asked Ethan.
“Oh yeah. As a matter of fact, I am getting stoned already. It must be because I have not had any for so long”. After another two glasses, Jalal was gone and refused to take any more. Ethan was also hitting the ‘being drunk’ level and decided to call it quits. Jalal picked up the Playgirl magazine from the side table and chuckled to himself as he thumbed through it. “Shit man, this magazine is sick, sick, and sick”. He said as he looked at the centerfold and let out a low whistle, turning to Ethan to see. “Oh nice”! Ethan nodded.
Jalal kept looking at the male pictures, studying them closely and then all of a sudden, he put the magazine back and stood up reaching in his pants with his hand to adjust himself. “Ow wow”! He played there for couple of seconds. “There, it feels better now”. He said as he finished adjusting himself and sat back down. Ethan got a nice glimpse of what made him so uncomfortable. Jalal picked up the playgirl magazine again, thumbed through it and placed it back. “Fucking Vodka always made me very horny”. Jalal announced loudly and looked at Ethan as if asking, “What next”?
“I have many more magazines, if you were interested”. Ethan said and Jalal hurriedly replied that it was OK with him. He would not mind looking at a few more magazines. Ethan went in and came back with a stash from the bedroom. As he laid them on the end table, Ethan pulled a chair closer to Jalal, so he could also look at the same time. As Jalal picked up a magazine, Ethan made a fresh glass for him. Thumbing through the pictures and stopping at most of them, Jalal sipped on as he found the pictures interesting. He was holding the magazine more at an angle for Ethan to have a look and enjoy too. Ethan nodded occasionally with an approving grunt, keeping an attention at Jalal’s bulge in his crotch. Jalal was seriously aroused and to top it off an expanding wet spot was forming on the fabric of his dark brown pants. Turning the last page of the magazine, Jalal placed it aside and reached for another Playgirl on top of the pile. When he reached the featured male picture, Ethan stopped him, “Wow! This is a very hot scene”.
Jalal nodded. “Yeah it sure is”. He kept flipping the pages in hap hazard order. As he turned couple of pages back, there was a shot of the guy lying on his back with his semi hard cock pulled through the open fly of his jeans with beautifully carved circumcised head being visible. “Oh man”, Ethan said, “Look at that beauty. I hope you like the blowjob”?
“Blow jobs are wonderful and this guy needs one right now. Look at his junk”. Jalal agreed. “What do you think”?
“Maybe you should pose for such like pictures. You have the body for it”. Ethan told Jalal.
“You think so, what makes you say that”? Jalal wanted to know. “Somehow, I hear it all the time. My wife tells me that, the women in the offices, I go around; tell me that and when I am out playing some ball game, even the men try to pick on me and tell me so”.
“Do you ever make it out with those men”? Ethan asked.
“Of course not”! Jalal answered angrily. “I am married”.
“I know that”, Ethan responded calmly. “I was just curious anyway”.
“There is a lot of difference between these guys and the guys like me, having a gym body”. Jalal answered.
“Could you please explain, what do you mean is the difference”? Ethan was still curious.
“I guess, the people think that these guys are more masculine while the gym developed men are more muscular”. Jalal answered.
“How is that, can you show me”? Ethan insisted.
There was hardly a noticeable time pause in their conversation before Jalal agreed, “Yes, I can do that”. He put the magazine back and stood up facing Ethan. The pre cum stain on his pants had gotten larger and the pants was also showing a bigger tenting. He slowly unbuttoned his brown uniform shirt as a very corporeal, male act to reveal the bright white under shirt below. The thick hair growth on his chest was darkening the whiteness of the cotton shirt. He tossed the uniform shirt off to a chair nearby sending a faint sweaty male odor to Ethan’s nostrils. Now Jalal went into a flexing routine. He had a lot of a body builder’s definition with decent looking upper body, chest, abdominal area and even the arms. All looked fine but he had none of the porno worker’s pull or the appeal in his body. The thick hair literally covered his nipples on his chest but it only thinned to a line as it traveled below his stomach to disappear in his pants. The difference between the two types of males was now clearly obvious to Ethan. Suddenly, he started to feel his mouth dry.
“Yes I can see the difference alright”. Ethan said. “Does the same sort of things happen with the legs”?
“Yep”, Jalal answered. “I could show you but I have some reason, so I better not”.
“Hey don’t worry about the reason”. Ethan acknowledged that he knew what the reason Jalal was talking about. “The alcohol and those magazines will do it to all men. It is just us, the guys here, after all. Nothing to hide or be ashamed of”.
Jalal continued to flex his biceps but he seemed distracted. “What the hell”, Ethan heard him mutter and then his hands began to loosen his belt and unzip his fly, once again slowly and erotically it seemed as Ethan was lost in the fascination of it. In a swift motion like the flow of water, he slipped them down to his ankles. He was flexing his leg muscles. “Can you see the difference”, Jalal asked?
Ethan nodded. His legs were dark due to the growth of thick hair, his calves were tight and thighs were massive. What fascinated Ethan the most was the tight spotless sparkling white briefs, hugging Jalal’s butt and struggling to hold his raging hard on in the front. His Afro-Arab dick was slightly curving to his left and upwards. The bright pink color of the cockhead was pushed out and clearly seen due his cock being cut and the fabric of the brief had also a somewhat transparent effect due to over exuding of the pre cum. Jalal’s balls were snuggly nestled in the pouch of his brief. In Ethan’s mind nothing could capture the erotic essence of a man better than seeing him in a pair of a briefs. The air seemed to be thick and Ethan felt having trouble to breathe nor could he remove his eyes off Jalal’s basket.
A few minutes passed and Jalal spoke, “Perhaps you would like to see more”. His words were well-measured as if he himself was not sure, what to say. Ethan could only nod to his proposition. Before he did, what he said to do, he reached down and picked another magazine from the side table and stood up thumbing through it, stopping briefly at some pictures. Ethan could see his cock jerk but erratically. After looking through all the pictures, Jalal returned to the centerfold and laid the magazine on the table to see it as he stood above. This was the picture of a plump blonde, sitting with her legs pulled up to show her asshole while her fingers were spreading her flaps with her tongue licking her lips for the camera. As Jalal looked at the picture, Ethan imagined that Jalal thought, she was posing for him and she was also looking back at him. This made Ethan’s heart pond thinking what other fantasies ran through Jalal’s mind.
After setting the magazine on the table, Jalal straightened up, looked around in the room expecting someone lurking and watching in the far corner and then quickly pushed his brief down to his knees. While getting up to straighten up, he entertained Ethan to an amazing show. It was a beauty! Almost 7+ inches of sturdy, healthy hefty manhood with the lovely curves and extremely veiny from the base to the most meticulously circumcised cockhead with two proper sized balls to support the curved power rod. The balls were kind of unable to swing freely due to the wrinkling of the sac full of the sexual tension. A big drop of pre cum oozed from the cock slit as Ethan watched it run down the underside of the shaft onto the marvel of the balls. In no time another bigger drop formed to quickly drip down towards the floor in a very long silky string holding the pearl at the end. Jalal also bent a bit forward at his waist to show his powerful buttocks. This bending also displayed Jalal’s ass crack spread just enough to show his nicely fenced with the hair, the Mediterranean pink, brown hole. Ethan could not resist and complimented his awesome body.
Next second, Jalal quickly stood up and pulled his briefs over his genitalia saying, “I am sorry but I think it is the fucking Rum that had come over me”. Before he said anything more, Ethan reached in his bulging briefs and held him for a shortest period offering to relieve his tension and even sense the weakening of his resolve before he yanked himself free and spoke with a very angry tone, “No, never. If you only remember, I am married”, without moving away from Ethan to stop him or cause any change of affairs.
“I remember very well”, said Ethan while he sat and Jalal stood above him. Ethan was completely under the spell of magic by the vision in front of his eyes. Everything else was shut out except the Arabian male body in those cotton briefs bulging obscenely wet and excited. Ethan was still feeling the heat of Jalal’s balls from the brief moment of touching him with his hand. It was a timeless moment.
It must be at least 2—3 minutes, before Ethan looked up. Jalal’s eyes were tight shut and his face was contorting with a pain like mixed feelings of lust and guilt. Ethan could not wait much more and raised himself a little to bring his face closer to Jalal’s basket and inhaled. The damp cotton had lots of male aroma mingled with his sweat. He got even closer and leaned to brush his forehead against Jalal’s solid as steel, cock shaft. The heat got straight to Ethan’s head compelling him to press even harder against the shaft. Jalal’s cock stiffened as he pressed it back, held it there for a second and then relaxed to let the shaft twitch. Ethan tried to reach for the waistband to bring his briefs down but Jalal moved back slightly saying, “No way man, no further”. Although Ethan’s fingers were caressing him, he said, “All right, as you say”. Jalal seemed to be willing to let Ethan go this far only. Hungered with the Arabian taste of meat, Ethan once again pressed his face only on Jalal’s crotch and could feel Jalal to writhe with desire for his face and mouth.
Gently, Ethan let his hand wander up to his stomach and then to his nipple coiling through the crinkly hair. Ethan applied a slight pressure to feel the erect nipple against his fingers for tweaking and tuning it.
“Ahh man! That feels very nice”. Ethan heard Jalal but he was not sure what was he referring to. Ethan’s fingers on his nipple or his face in his crotch or maybe both. He moved his other hand upwards once again and Jalal moved back but only by inches this time and announced that he wanted to sit down instead of standing up. Absolutely not sure, what was on Jalal’s mind Ethan told him to be comfortable. Flopping back down on the sofa, Jalal flashed his most horny smile, pulled his brief to the side, offering his cock to Ethan and grabbed a magazine for himself once again. Ethan shifted quickly to his knees cupping those big balls in his palms and breathing the warm air on the top slit of the Arabian tower. Slowly his hands began playing with Jalal’s shaft, flicking his nipples with his tongue. As he continued this for say about 2 minutes maximum, working his face and fingers on Jalal’s genitalia, he felt Jalal flex to fill his mouth with the Arabian sex juice.
Jalal’s both hands got dropped on his sides giving Ethan a full charge of his cock for properly handling it. Ethan pushed his face over Jalal’s balls while his tongue and mouth wrapped the Arabian cock and sucked it hard to milk out all the remaining juices in his balls. He squirmed as Ethan kept repeating the motion over and again.
“Well sucker, I told you, this cock is taken. Don’t you dare ask me to cheat on my wife”? Jalal had once again been enraged. A low groan formed in his throat and surged upwards as he tried to endure his orgasm. He was under the complete spell of Rum as Ethan drained his balls as best as he could. Slowly Jalal’s climax ended soon and he relaxed a bit, still delirious and adamant that he was married and was not in for man to man play. Ethan was sure, he realized that he had ejaculated in Ethan’s mouth but only did not want to confess because of life long cultural and religious bounds.
It was shocking that from the very next day there was a change of guards and a matured Sri Lankan or Nepali woman started making rounds for UPS in that office. Ethan could only sigh, “Unthankful Arabian Bastard” and hoping for another change of UPS driver soon.
The End. Your comments please. Londebaaz Chohan November 12, 2020.
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