Meeting A New FWB

My work takes me to the Middle East and the USA a fair bit (in non Covid times).

It surprises many to learn what a hot time can be had in such places as Iran and KSA (Kingdom of Saudi Arabia). There will be posts about a few of them, but this one from a year ago (almost to the day), involves meeting an Arabic guy near home after returning from a trip to KSA. I want to add it now, as he's become a regular FWB...and we have penciled in plans for a 3some on Friday (so a NEW sexploit to write)...but this is how we met.

I got home yesterday afternoon. Overall sleep had been minimal so I was knackered when I got to bed last night, but while sitting in bed sipping a camomile, I should have known better than to take my phone and browse. Pppft (I rarely take my phone in to the bedroom…except to take pictures sometimes :-)

I was messaged by a guy with virtually nothing on his Scruff profile, and no picture. I will always send a ‘hello’ reply, even to a blank profile, however, if wanting to enter in to conversation, I do expect to then receive a couple of pics and a bit of detail. Last night was a fine example of why I will at least acknowledge a blank profile.

Straight away, I was sent pics of an extremely sexy looking, very fit chap with a great cock. 28 (again. Seems to be THE age atm)….Iraqi! So I fly back from the Middle East…only to be contacted by an Arab near home.

In short, we chatted, but be couldn't host and I wasn’t feeling inclined to drag my sleepy arse out of bed anyway. I was just t0o drained. I certainly didn’t want to host even though I could have that night. At least if at someone else’s place you can leave whenever. I didn’t want to be in a position where I had to ask him to leave when all was done. I’d not have minded if I already knew him, as he could have stayed the night, but not someone unknown, however hot.

On top of all that, it was a freezing night and I didn’t feel inclined to meet outside.

However, we chatted for ages and he came across as so genuine...and being 'sexy' helped move things along…I EVENTUALLY agreed to go meet him. He was only a 10 minute drive away. I was thinking that a kiss, suck and a wank in the car would be enough to see us through the night (it was about 2am by this point) and to know if it would be worth making arrangements to meet gain, in better conditions.

I found him, as instructed, waiting outside a supermarket. Lovely thick black hair, short on the sides, long on top... and a sexy rugged appeal. He climbed into the car and immediately, he was CHARMING. Within a minute I was tempted to take him home, but for once, my head ruled my dick.

We drove a short distance to a nearby country car park, while he told me how handsome I am and stroked my thigh! Such words aren’t always a boost when not felt to be sincere, but he was getting breathless and seemed very genuine.

So sooner had we parked up, he leant across to kiss me with his full, soft, lips. Turns out he's a very good, passionate kisser. He unzipped my fleece (all I was wearing on top), felt my hairy chest then held his face to it. He kept telling me how sexy I am. My feeling was that his intensity was going down the road of leading to something REALLY hot…or weird.

When I opened his fleece (oddly similar to mine), his body was lean and very defined. From what I could see, in conjunction with the pics I’d seen, he does have an A-1 body! Once we ventured into each others' joggers...I saw his Arab style, cut cock was on point too. Slightly longer than average, but THICK, straight and rock hard.

He said he wanted me to fuck him, but added he’d only been fucked 3 or 4 times. For a number of reasons, including the fact that we were in a car and its freezing outside… I considered the idea of opening his relatively virgin hole for my thicker than average meat, without lube…was going to be a challenge. I would rather save it for another day. In fact I was already looking forward to it…but in that moment, it wasn’t my top priority.

He was also worried about passers by seeing us??? In the middle of the night in an empty country car park, with steamed up windows? The only other people who may turn up would probably be doing something similar!!

Maybe it's the effect of coming from a repressed country?

Long story short, we got out of the car to look for somewhere more hidden. We crossed the road, climbed over a barbed wire fence into a small, fallow field, dodged branches and god knows what else, until we found ourselves behind a twig (British sarcasm) which satisfied his desire to be hidden from view, but wouldn’t have hidden a mouse.

What I will say is that he was a perfect gentleman. I don’t need treating like a lady, (ie him holding down the wire fence for me to step over; holding branches out of the way; shining the torch of his phone so I could see where I was going; holding my arm for balance) BUT, such respect was rather refreshing and very endearing.

It is odd how you don’t feel the cold once horned up ( I recall naked sex in the snow not bothering me when I was a teenager). It was frosty, but were we’re now both bare chested, with joggers round our ankles. We kissed and groped some more. As we embraced tightly…my car keys slipped from the joggers' pocket. He immediately became the gent again…got out his phone/torch and searched for them, worried we might never find them later!!

It was a clear, bright night, so I could see him well, illuminated by the moonlight. Smooth and so, so lean, I definitely wanted more of him. We took it in turns to suck each other off, until he requested again that I fuck him. I reminded him we had no lube. He said it was ok, as the pain would be worth it???

Well....I said I'd give it a go, so I applied some saliva to his tight hole. and yes it was tight. Standing there in a field as we were, I really doubted it was going to happen so I didn’t bother with protection. I figured that if it looks like we’re getting somewhere, I might change tack, but for now I inserted my finger up his arse. His hoop gripped my finger like a vice. Under the circumstances, I was increasingly convinced that not only was this not going to happen, but it probably wouldn’t be a great experience for him if it did. He was insistent though.

After a while, he had loosened up enough that I thought I’d give it a go and see what happens. If nothing else, he might realise it’s not such a great idea. With few more gobs of saliva (including his), I positioned my nob over his pucker and tried to nuzzle my way in. All the time he was talking…essentially, enjoying it.

Not feeling inherently horny at that time (it was a sort of ‘manipulated’ horniness, if you know what I mean) it became obvious to me that with all the pushing and shoving with my cock, to no effect, I wasn't going to stay hard.

Sure enough, after a couple of minutes slipping and sliding, I could feel the rigidity slipping away. Not exactly losing the erection, however nothing but a full on, rock hard cock (I’m not one of those that stays HARD for ever anyway), was going to penetrate that sphincter at that moment. He sensed it, turned his pert, slightly hairy, butt away from me. Kissed me, and wanked my cock until hard again. He then turned quickly. I was able to immediately get it in place and pushed. For the first time, I thought I might actually impale him on my meat. It was tight. ‘It’s ok’ he said ‘push’ I was probably about an inch and a half inside him…when it felt even tighter. ‘Push’ he repeated. I learned forward, put my arms around his waist and slowly pulled myself in to him. As I slipped (‘slipped’ isn’t really the right word, ‘Forced’’, maybe) deeper inside with one long slow push, he let out a loud growl with led me to think it was painful, so I eased off. However, as quickly as I started to relax my invasion into his anal passage, his left arm whipped round to my bare butt cheeks, and pulled me back towards him. The ‘growl’ turned out to be an orgasm. He was cumming. It went on for some time and it’s only when he finally stood more upright, let go of my arse and reached in-between us to hold my cock, and said, ‘Fuck, I’ve cum, Fuck, it’s made me cum’’ that I realised what had happened.

I eased out of his hole, which caused him to wince a few times, before he turned and showed me his cum covered fingers. ‘fuuuck’ he kept saying. It was almost funny with his thick accent. I think he was surprised that he’d cum. I’m not even sure if he was wanking himself, or it was hands free. Suddenly, he shuddered. The post cum cold was hitting him. There was no need to hang around now, so I took things into my own hands and wanked off while he watched and felt my chest. It wasn’t long before I threw my head back, let out and long, throaty, groan as my seed spilled out on to …well…I thought it was the grass, but when I eventually returned my head to its normal front facing position, I saw he had pushed his hips forward so his semi flaccid member was under mine, catching the spunk as he rubbed it in. If I’d known he was going to do that, I’d have forced myself to watch. It was quite horny.

Spent, and excess sperm flicked off our hands (his, mainly), I watched as his cum covered meat disappeared inside his joggers. Once in place, he grabbed his package through his clothes, looked at me, smiled and said, ‘Feels nice’.

I pulled up my joggers as he reminded me to check if I still had my keys before we moved off (so thoughtful). I did, so giving me the same respectful level of care and attention you might give to an elder (lol), we worked our way back to the car. It was nice to be in the (relative) warm again.

I drove him home, during which time I explained my domestic situation, so he understood why I can’t host at home that often. He lives with friends, so doesn’t host. I’ve not yet established if he's out or not.

Today, he is due to be working all day and out at a birthday event in the evening. He says he wants to leave early, to meet with me this eve, as I’m home alone again for the last time in a few weeks.

That’s later. We shall see what happens, but in the event, he is as sincere as he appeared. I think we could have some hot fun this summer.

When I got home…there was a message from him asking me to let him know I had got home ok. I obliged. He replied with a simple ‘Thank you. Goodnight xx’

Awwwwwww.

The picture is his arse (and my dick/cum) but it's from a meeting about5 months ago