As I stood before the mirror, my hairy, musky arab body glistened with sweat after a grueling gym session. My cock, thick and uncut, jutted out from a thatch of dark pubes, seeming to taunt me with its rigid promise of pleasure. I couldn’t help but imagine the porn fantasies that would unfold if I were in front of a gay cam, my dick bobbing up and down as I sucked myself off.
My mind wandered to the last time I’d blown a guy at a gay sex club, the way his cock throbbed in my mouth, the salty tang of pre-cum on my tongue. My own cock jerked in response, pre-ejaculate seeping from its tip like a promise of things to come.
I reached out and wrapped my hand around my shaft, feeling the rough texture of my pubes against my palm. My thumb found the sensitive spot beneath the head, and I began to stroke myself with slow, deliberate movements. The memory of a particularly enthusiastic blowjob at a gay bar flooded my mind, the way the guy’s mouth had suctioned me in, his tongue tracing circles around my cockhead.
My breathing quickened as I picked up pace, my fist pumping my dick in time with my racing heart. I imagined the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the raw, animalistic grunt of a man on the verge of orgasm – and then it hit, a torrent of cum shooting from my cock like a gay porn star’s cumshot finale.
As I stood there, panting and spent, I couldn’t help but wonder what other sweaty, hairy arab bodies were out there, just waiting to be ravished in a raw, uncut fuck-fest. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to start searching for the next hot gay encounter.
