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The Dusty Streets of Tlemcen
Bilal and Chafik were a fucking wrecking crew tearing through the dusty, sun-bleached streets of Tlemcen like a pair of goddamn beasts on a rampage. Bilal, a hulking arab gay brute at 35, was six-foot-three, with arms like steel beams, a chest matted with thick black hair, and a beard so rough it could sand down stone. Chafik, his leaner, wiry partner at 32, was a six-foot arab gay predator, all sharp edges and coiled muscle, with a scruffy jaw and a glint in his eye that promised pain. Together, they’d fucked their way through every desperate hole in western Algeria, Bilal’s ten-inch cock a veiny battering ram and Chafik’s nine-inch rod a slicing blade, leaving asses wrecked and throats raw. Their dark, sweat-soaked skin glistened under the brutal sun, and their feral eyes screamed they’d double-team you into oblivion.
Tonight, their balls were heavy, swinging low and ready to unload after a day of hustling in the souk. The air stank of spices, donkey shit, and their own rank lust as they prowled a narrow alley near the old citadel—the kind of filthy shithole where arab gay sluts got their holes smashed behind mud-brick walls. Bilal and Chafik didn’t give a fuck about the law or the pious bastards who’d gut them for their sins—they ruled this town like kings of filth. Bilal’s torn tank top clung to his hairy pecs, soaked with sweat, while Chafik’s faded shirt hung open, showing off his lean abs, their jeans sagging under bulges that throbbed like fucking war drums.
The Twink Prey in the Shadows
That’s when they spotted him—Yanis, a scrawny little arab gay twink, barely 19, slouched against a wall like a lost lamb begging for slaughter. Smooth as a shaved ass, with big, nervous eyes and lips made for choking, he was fresh meat dripping with “fuck me” vibes. Bilal’s cock pulsed, leaking precum into his pants, while Chafik licked his lips, his dick twitching hard. “Hey, ya little cumslut,” Bilal growled, voice deep and menacing. “You here to get your holes ripped open by two cocks?” Chafik chimed in, smirking, “Or you just jerking off in the dark, ya fucking tease?”
Yanis stammered some bullshit about waiting for a friend, his face turning red, but Bilal and Chafik weren’t buying it. Bilal stomped over, grabbing the twink’s throat with a massive hand, while Chafik circled like a hyena, pinning Yanis’s arms. “Don’t fucking lie to us, ya arab gay pig—we can smell your needy cunt from here,” Bilal snarled, squeezing until Yanis whimpered. Chafik laughed, grinding his bulge against the twink’s hip. Yanis’s tiny prick was already stiff, a wet spot spreading in his cheap jeans. They didn’t wait—they dragged the slut into a dark corner behind a stack of crates, slammed him against the wall, and ripped those jeans off, exposing a tight, trembling asshole begging to be fucking demolished by their double assault.
Choking on Double Dicks
“Knees, now, you cock-sucking bitch,” Bilal barked, dropping his jeans as Chafik followed suit. Bilal’s ten-inch arab gay monster sprang free, thick as a wrist and dripping with slimy precum, while Chafik’s nine-inch beast swung out, veiny and hard, oozing its own filthy load. Yanis dropped fast, choking as they shoved both cocks at his face, Bilal ramming his down the twink’s throat while Chafik slapped his against Yanis’s cheek. “Suck it, you worthless cunt,” Bilal roared, grabbing Yanis’s hair and skull-fucking him deep, while Chafik growled, “Take mine too, ya greedy slut,” forcing his dick in alongside, stretching the twink’s mouth wide.
Spit and snot sprayed everywhere, soaking Yanis’s face as he gagged and retched, but the little slut moaned like a pig in a butcher shop, slurping and choking on their filthy dicks. Bilal pounded his throat with brutal thrusts, his balls slapping Yanis’s chin, while Chafik angled in, rubbing his shaft against Bilal’s, turning that mouth into a sloppy, drooling wreck. “You love choking on these arab gay cocks, don’t you, ya fucking trash?” Chafik spat, watching Yanis’s eyes roll back as his throat bulged. The twink’s hands flailed, clawing at their thighs, but they didn’t give a fuck—they kept ramming, double-teaming his face until they yanked out, leaving Yanis coughing up spit and precum like a broken pipe, his lips swollen and dripping.
Double-Piping the Hole Raw
They weren’t done—Bilal hauled Yanis up, bent him over the crates, while Chafik spat a thick, yellow glob onto that virgin asshole, rubbing it in with a rough finger. “Time to get your fucking guts shredded, ya arab gay cumdump,” Bilal sneered, lining up his cock and slamming it in raw with one savage thrust, making the crates lurch. Yanis screamed like a gutted animal, his hole tearing open, blood trickling as Bilal laughed and started pounding. Chafik grinned, stepping up, “My turn, bitch,” and forced his nine-incher in alongside Bilal’s, stretching that tight ass impossibly wide with a wet, ripping sound.
The twink’s legs buckled, his skinny body thrashing under the double assault, but Bilal and Chafik didn’t slow down. Bilal grabbed Yanis’s hips, nails gouging flesh, while Chafik gripped his shoulders, both drilling so deep the kid’s belly bulged with their cocks. “Beg for it, you fucking slut—scream for our dicks to wreck you,” Bilal roared, smacking Yanis’s ass until it was raw, while Chafik spat on his back, “Take it all, ya whore.” “Please, fuck me, ruin my hole!” Yanis sobbed, his voice breaking as his pathetic dick sprayed precum onto the crates. They laughed, loving the power, knowing they could break this arab gay bitch and leave him a whimpering, cum-soaked shell.
Fucking Like Desert Wolves
Sweat poured off Bilal’s hairy back, soaking his tank top, while Chafik’s lean frame glistened as they jackhammered Yanis’s ass into a gaping, sloppy mess. Their balls slapped the twink’s thighs in sync, heavy and wet, while Yanis clawed at the crates, drooling and wailing like a brain-dead fucktoy lost in agony and ecstasy. “You love these arab gay cocks ripping your shithole apart, huh, ya filthy pig?” Chafik taunted, yanking Yanis’s head back as Bilal slammed in harder, their dicks grinding together inside the twink’s guts. “Yes, fuck, destroy me!” Yanis howled, his ass clenching and farting wetly around their double penetration.
They flipped the slut onto his back on the crates, Bilal spreading those skinny legs wide while Chafik climbed up, both plunging back in with a nasty, wet squelch, their cocks sliding through a mess of spit, blood, and ass-juice. “Look at us while we gut your fucking soul,” Bilal spat, his thrusts brutal, while Chafik sneered, “Take it like a man, ya bitch.” Yanis’s eyes rolled back, his mouth gaping as they fucked him senseless, the crates creaking and splintering under the relentless double assault. The alley stank of sweat, shit, and raw, animal sex—a perfect den for these wolves to dominate and destroy their prey.
Blowing a Double Load
The pace turned rabid—Bilal’s hairy ass clenched, his cock throbbing, while Chafik’s lean frame tensed, both chasing their nuts. Yanis was a babbling, cum-drunk wreck, clawing at their chests, screaming, “Fill my fucking ass, breed me, make me yours!” That snapped it—Bilal roared like a bull, slamming in deep, while Chafik growled, matching him, and they unleashed a torrent of thick, stinking cum straight into that wrecked hole. Rope after rope blasted out, mixing together, overflowing and oozing down Yanis’s thighs in a sticky, filthy mess as he convulsed, his own tiny dick spurting a weak, watery load across his belly.
Bilal yanked out with a wet pop, followed by Chafik, their cocks dripping cum, blood, and ass-juice, glistening in the dim light. Bilal spat a fat glob onto Yanis’s fucked-out face, while Chafik smeared his dick across the twink’s lips, smirking. “Good little bitch. Next time, we’re bringing more cocks to gangfuck your worthless cunt ’til you’re dead,” Bilal said, as Chafik laughed. They strutted off, leaving Yanis twitching on the crates, ass leaking like a sewer, mind shattered from the brutal double pounding.
The Duo’s Reign of Ruin
Tlemcen buzzed with the tale the next day. Every arab gay slut in town was jerking off to Bilal and Chafik, swapping stories of their savage double fucks and those monster cocks that turned tight holes into dripping wrecks. They didn’t give a fuck—they kept prowling, a arab gay duo ruling the shadows. Yanis couldn’t walk for a week, hobbling through the souk with a ruined ass, beating his meat to the memory of being split open by two beasts.
Bilal and Chafik were already hunting again. They’d fucked half the twinks in Tlemcen, but their hunger was endless—every dark corner was a chance to claim another hole, to assert their dominance over the arab gay underworld. They’d piss on the rules, spit on the pious, and keep ramming their way through, two filthy alphas carving their legend in flesh.
