Date: Sat, 24 Sep 2016 13:23:29 +0100 (BST)
From: "rampage938@btinternet.com" <rampage938@btinternet.com>
Subject: ARABIAN ADVENTURES - Part 5 (Conclusion)

The next day and a half were taken up with my ancillary duties at the
Conference venue. These were mainly concerned with coordinating the
collection, sorting and packing of documents into boxes for the flight to
London, ensuring they were firmly secured and then filling in the
obligatory forms for Customs. This meant, of course, the only time I saw
either of my neighbours Nazim and Abdullah or Daud and his half-brother
Khalid was early in the morning or very late at night when I returned from
the Conference Centre. It meant I had very few opportunities of engaging
them in conversation - or more physical activities - and endeavouring to
fix up another rendezvous one evening. The only bright spot was Sohan, the
hot young military driver who drove me to and from the hotel each day. As
he was equivalent to me in rank and seniority, he had been officially
selected to be my driver during my stay in Al Dhobaia. We had become quite
chatty during the rides to and from the Centre. Once or twice I had noticed
him giving my crotch surreptitious glances. I thought to myself that if he
was up for a bit of rumpy-pumpy, I'd find time to 'entertain' him before I
left. I had allowed him a glimpse of my solid hard cock tenting my tight
fitting khaki shorts. He had returned the favour and I judged him to be the
lucky possessor of a traditionally large Arab prick.

My stint at the conference would be coming to an end after lunch on the
last day but I would not be able to leave until the whole thing was wound
up, the sealed boxes safely on board the RAF plane and I would travel back
to the UK with the rest of the delegation. I calculated this would give me
a whole day and a half to myself and I knew this was the chance I had been
looking for. My lust was working overtime and I was finding it difficult to
hide an almost perpetual hard-on. I had abandoned any thoughts of arranging
a randy quintet in favour of setting up a horny sextet. I was certain Sohan
would be up for it, but I would have to make certain Daud and Khalid would
be off duty, available and willing. As for the persistently horny pair next
door, they were still in residence and judging by the noises I heard coming
through the wall, they were continuing to bang hell out of each other!
There should be no difficulty in communicating with them and I was certain
they would be up for it, particularly if I let them know I had persuaded
Daud, Khalid and Sohan to join us.

My luck was in when I returned to the hotel that afternoon and found Daud
on duty. I had already sounded out Sohan on the journey back and, as I had
sussed, he was well up for it. He came into the hotel with me and we went
up to the desk. Daud was on the phone, speaking rapidly in Arabic and
making wild gestures with his free hand. Eventually the one-way
conversation finished, he calmly put the phone down, smiled and came over
to me. I noticed he had ignored Sohan's presence, which made me slightly
uneasy. Arabs are very touchy about social class so I knew I might have to
tread very, very carefully.

"Good afternoon, sir. You have returned early today." There was some kind
of unspoken query in Daud's tone of voice as he glanced at Sohan. Careful
now lad, I cautioned myself.

"Daud, my stint at the conference has finished, but I have to wait until
the end and return to London with the rest of the delegation. This, by the
way, is my driver Sohan."

I spoke with a slightly disapproving tone in my voice, as if to say this
man might be of a lower social status but he is trustworthy, a good
chap. Daud graciously inclined his head vaguely towards Sohan, who remained
stoically silent. He knew I had to observe the formalities before getting
down to the nitty-gritty of what I really wanted to say. After a few more
pleasantries, I was about to lead up to the main topic when I heard the
lift doors swish open. I turned round and to my surprise saw Nazim and
Abdullah step out of it. Almost as if they knew I would be there they
walked straight across to the reception desk and greeted Daud and Sohan
politely. They smiled brazenly at me and Nazim did not disguise his leering
at my crotch, which was beginning to respond to the discreetly lustful
looks passing between us. The timing was perfect and could not have been
better if I had arranged it, so without further ado I came right to the
point.

"Guys, I have some time to kill until I go back to London and as we all
seem to know each other quite well, I was thinking of having a little party
up in my room. I would like all of you to be there, if you can. When do you
come off duty, Daud?"

"Eighteen hundred hours, sir." He was being extra courteous and using
'military-speak' out of politeness. "I will get Khalid to make sure no-one
will interrupt us."

I smiled at Daud as if to acknowledge I had not even thought of getting
Khalid interested by giving him a hand in the arrangements. I turned to
Abdullah and Nazim. "How about you two? You on for some. . . man-fun?" They
grinned stupidly at me and nodded their heads vigorously.

"We stay here two more days," said Abdullah, resting a hand on one of
Nazim's neat buttocks, his usual indicator that Nazim's arse was available
to any one who fancied shagging it.

"Shall we meet up in the lounge after dinner, say, nine o'clock, then?
Gives us all time to eat and have showers." Thus it was arranged and in due
course I made a leisurely meal, although I was as randy as a jack rabbit. I
had decided to adopt the local attitude in these matters and would not
appear to be too eager. After a delicious meal, I wandered through to the
comfortable lounge, ordered a glass of fruit juice at the bar and took a
seat on a corner settee. I was soon joined by Nazim, who had changed into
the standard evening wear for all under-thirties in Al Dhobaia of a tight
white top, tight revealing jeans and white trainers. He also got a drink at
the bar and came over to where I was sitting. Taking the other corner seat,
he stretched out his arm along the arm rest, leaving his fingers quite
close to my jeans clad knee. Neither of us spoke but smiled at each other
and took a long drink from our glasses. I indicated to the barman that we
would like two more drinks and he quickly brought them over, collected our
empties and took them back to the bar, his tight bum bouncing
invitingly. As he did so, the swing doors opened and Abdullah appeared,
came straight over and sat next to Nazim. I had not noticed him say
anything to the barman, but he was almost immediately served with a
drink. I decided someone had to be brave and start some kind of
conversation.

"Are we still on for a little party upstairs?"

They both grinned and Abdullah looked me straight in the eyes and asked,
"Is that receptionist fucking your military driver already?" His directness
flummoxed me for a moment and I could not think of a Smart Alec reply so
buried my mouth in my glass and took another drink. Nazim broke into a
broad grin all over his face, reached over and ran his hand lovingly along
Abdullah's inner thigh. I sat there, smirking lewdly, my cock beginning to
swell, almost choking on my drink. Things were heating up nicely and Sohan
and Daud should not be too long. I did not want to admit it but Abdullah's
direct question had sown a momentary doubt in my mind. Abdullah and Nazim
had started kissing and fondling each other. Nazim's hand moved over to
Abdullah's swelling crotch, groping his lover's man piece. I was becoming
increasingly horny and put a hand between my legs, cradling and gently
squeezing my tingling balls. I was already at half-mast. The swing door
burst open as Sohan and Daud appeared, laughing with their arms around each
other's waist. They came over to where we were sitting. "Space for two more
horny guys?" Daud said. He sat down next to me, put a hand on my knee, his
other arm encircling my shoulders. He pulled me in towards him and my hand
cradled the inside of his thigh. Before I knew it we found ourselves
kissing and fondling each other. Suddenly, Abdullah stood up. "Let's all go
to Dick's room and start the party." We did not need any encouragement.

The journey in the lift to the eighteenth floor was crazy. Hands and mouths
were going everywhere: caressing arses, unzipping crotches, exploring
inside, exposing rampant hard-ons ready for a good sucking. We reached our
destination, hurtled out of the lift and hurried along the corridor to my
room. In spite of my hand developing a fit of the shakes, I unlocked the
door without difficulty. We crashed through into my room and fell in a
writhing heap on to my bed. "OK, boys, let's get out of all this," yelled
Daud as he stripped his clothes off as quickly as he could unbutton and
unzip. The rest of us soon followed his example and we were all stark naked
with our randy erections fully on display when the door flung open and
Khalid appeared. "So you could not wait for me, eh, guys?" he growled as he
ripped off his white Arabian gown and stood there as naked and erect as the
rest of us. "Let's fuck!" someone yelled.

Once we were sprawled on the bed things calmed down a bit. After all, we
had all night and most of the next day so we resumed our gentler fondling
of each other's bits and pieces, occasionally indulging in a little
smooching and licking of balls just to keep things interesting. After a
while, as if bidden by some secret telepathic signal, we began a slow,
teasingly erotic masturbation of each other's dicks. Nazim and Abdullah
seemed to be ahead of everyone else. I saw Nazim nibbling on his lover's
neck while his hand gripped Abdullah's rampant cock, giving it several
full-length strokes, from its base nestling in his pubic hair to the fleshy
tip leaking glistening drops of pre-seminal fluid.

I could not contain my horniness any longer and turning to Daud, I leant
over and took his cock into my mouth. He spread his legs wider, placing one
hand on my shoulder as my head bobbed up and down on him. His cock was
magnificent, a genuinely thick and solid member at least ten inches
long. The rest of his body was good, too. Everything was perfectly toned,
not a muscle out of place. I took his swollen, succulent cock head between
my lips, sucking on him and tonguing his cock slit, as my hand slid down
his rod and cradled his balls, gently tickling them to make them tighten up
in their bag closer to his body. Daud allowed me to do this for a few
minutes, then he lowered his free hand, gripped his cock tightly and began
slowly jerking himself off. I also had my dick in my hand giving myself a
slow, erotic wank. As we worked on each other, I felt Sohan lean over my
back, his free hand reaching down until his index finger found my
arsehole. It gently stroked and prodded at my sensitive anal ring as I
sucked on Daud harder and quicker. I felt Khalid's hand stroking my other
thigh and saw Abdullah's grip tighten on Nazim's cock as he began jerking
him off. Sohan was wandering between us, his impressive military fuckpiece
in his hand as he slowly masturbated, spreading his pre-seminal fluid
around and all over his juicy cock head. I was now being engulfed by
Khalid's mouth, which felt like a soft, warm glove as it enveloped my
leaking dick. His tongue gently probed my slit for more juice. Slowly
increasing the strength of his oral vacuum, he raised and lowered his head
making my cock burn with an almost unbearable need to shoot sperm. Placing
his free hand on my chest, he gripped a nipple between his thumb and
forefinger, squeezing and pinching it until I was groaning with painful
pleasure. I could feel the sensation speed down to my groin, causing my
cock to jerk involuntarily. Sohan was now giving Nazim head as Abdullah
worked on his boyfriend's nipples. Nazim's head was tossing back and forth
and from side to side, as his lover worked him to his uttermost limits.

We pleasured and gratified each other in this way for some time. I could
detect my balls were preparing themselves to release their contents up my
shaft but it was far too early in the proceedings for anyone to cum. There
was a whole night's fucking and sucking to get through and I was determined
not to shoot my load just yet. I had made up my mind to cum as many times
as I could before retiring from the scene. I stood up and felt Khalid's
huge cock slide into my mouth and I made every effort to swallow as much of
him down my throat as I could comfortably manage. He took the hint and
slowly face fucked me as Sohan knelt behind me, probing my arse with his
rough tongue. We found ourselves gradually changing partners and the next
thing I was aware of was kneeling on the edge of the bed with Nazim licking
my hole. He was adept at this and sent shards of blazing lust into my
body. My cock was leaking so much pre-seminal fluid that it was dribbling
on to the coverlet. Sohan was groaning and whimpering as he was being
rigorously tongued by Khalid. At the same time, Abdullah had his cock head
buried in Daud's arse as far up as the internal ring of hard flesh
indicating the business end from his shaft. Activity increased as time went
by, our groans and grunts got deeper, more frequent and our breathing came
harsher and faster. Nazim finally took my cock deep down his throat doing
something with his throat muscles that made my dick jump and leap like a
spring lamb.

I knew my first load of sperm could not be far off, a feeling heightened as
Khalid pushed a finger into my rectum and twisted it
around. Simultaneously, I was giving Sohan a deep blow job, Nazim was
giving me head as he squeezed and roughly handled my aching balls, and Daud
was taking a strong face fuck from Abdullah. Soon it was "All Change!"
again and I found myself licking out Daud's arse, Sohan was being sucked
off hard by Abdullah as Nazim ate his lover's arse, Khalid had three
fingers firmly embedded in my arse. Positions and partners were changing
rapidly and when I heard a deep groan from Sohan, I looked over my shoulder
and saw him on his widespread knees with his arse stuck up in the air and
Abdullah stuffing his massive cock into Sohan's tight young arse. Every one
of the six big cocks was as solid as steel, the six sets of balls were as
tight in their bags as was humanly possible. I knew a big man shagging
moment was about to arrive. It was at this moment that Khalid announced he
had to go as he was on night duty. I for one was disappointed to see him
slide into his white robe and leave.

Almost as if the same thought had come to the others, I found myself
sitting down on Daud's rigid member. It was as far up my arse as it could
go and I simply let all constraints out of the window, fucking myself by
jigging up and down. Sohan was being truly rogered by Nazim who, in turn,
was taking Abdullah's monster right up his jacksie, his balls nestling in
his lover's pubic hair. As I was being fucked I had hold of my cock and
jerked it off as hard and as fast as I could. I leant back, threw my head
back and closed my eyes, completely oblivious to anything else going on
around me. I could hear the other three's groans and heavy rasping breaths
but I was no longer interested in what was happening to them. All I wanted
was to bring the young cock shagging the life out of me to its climax,
shoot a full load of jism into me, make me walk bandy legged for the rest
of my stay. Nazim and Abdullah were fucking as if they were runaway express
trains. A loud cry from Sohan heralded the arrival of the first load of
cum. . . and what a load it was! I thought he would never stop shooting his
thick loads of sperm all over the sheets on my bed. I felt my legs being
grabbed and forced back and up, exposing my arsehole and its full load of
cock pounding me. I wondered who was going to do what to me but I did not
have to wonder for long. With a whoop of delight, Nazim rammed himself up
me. Hell, I was being fucked by two massive cocks at the same time! I'd
heard some men liked this, but it had never happened to me before. It took
only a few seconds for me to accommodate my new visitor, and then. . . boy,
did I get a fucking!

As Nazim and Daud fucked me in unison, Abdullah moved around behind his
lover and stuffed his throbbing giant cock up the boy's arse and resumed
fucking him. This was too much for all of us and it was a miracle of timing
when I gave a mighty yell and let fly the fiercest, hardest orgasm I had
ever achieved, flooding the bed and my body with hot creamy sperm. This
sent Nazim into ecstasy and Abdullah buried himself deeper in Daud than I
ever thought possible. I seemed to be going on forever, and the others felt
the same. Meanwhile, Sohan scooped up as much of the spilt man milk as he
could, drinking it down like a thirsty man in the desert. Some time later,
we all cleaned up and took a communal shower. It did not take long - or
much persuasion - for any of us to find a wandering hand fondling a stray
cock or pair of balls that had drifted in their direction. The only
downside to this was that I did not enjoy such a heavy orgasm the second or
third time I came that night, but the next morning. . .

Later that day saw my departure from Al Dhobaia and those fantastic, almost
permanently horny, young Arabs. I have never had an opportunity of going
back there, sadly, but I do know that the same gang are running that
hotel. Of course, we are all somewhat advanced in years now and I doubt it
would be the same if I did return. But there is nothing wrong with having
vivid memories, is there?

THE END