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The Stinking Sands of Dubai
Faris was a fucking savage tearing through the glitzy, sand-choked hellhole of Dubai like a goddamn sandstorm of cock and fury. This Emirati arab gay alpha was a beast—six-foot-three of pure muscle, a beard thick with sweat and cum-stains, and a body so ripped he could snap a twink in half without breaking a sweat. At 35, he’d fucked his way through every secret slut in the Gulf, his dick a ten-inch slab of throbbing meat that turned tight holes into sloppy, dripping wrecks. His bronzed skin glistened under the desert sun, and those cold, black eyes promised to fuck you raw and leave you bleeding.
Tonight, his balls were bloated, swinging low and ready to burst. The air reeked of oud, diesel, and desperation as he stalked a seedy backstreet near the docks—the kind of shithole where arab gay whores got their asses pounded behind shipping crates. Faris didn’t give a fuck about the risks—Dubai might’ve been all shiny towers and rich pricks, but he ruled the shadows. His torn black shirt barely covered his hairy chest, and his cargo pants sagged under the weight of a bulge that could choke a camel.
The Cock-Hungry Twink
That’s when he clocked him—Omar, a scrawny little arab gay bitch, barely 20, loitering by a rusted dumpster like a stray dog begging for dick. Skinny as fuck, with a smooth, hairless ass and lips made for gagging, he was a walking “fuck me” sign. Faris’s cock jumped, oozing precum into his boxers like a leaky faucet. “Oi, ya little cumslut,” he snarled, voice dripping with venom. “You here to get your holes smashed, or you just jerking off in the wind?”
Omar mumbled some chickenshit excuse, his face turning red, but Faris wasn’t buying it. He stormed over, grabbed the twink’s throat with a sweaty hand, and growled, “Don’t fucking lie to me, ya arab gay pig—I can smell your stinking ass begging for it.” Omar’s tiny dick was already rock-hard, a wet patch blooming in his cheap shorts. Faris didn’t wait—he dragged the slut behind a crate, slammed him against the metal, and ripped those shorts off, exposing a tight, quivering hole that screamed to be fucking destroyed.
Choking on Alpha Meat
“Knees, now, you filthy fuckpig,” Faris barked, yanking his pants down. His cock sprang free—a veiny, pulsing ten-inch arab gay monster, thick as a fist and dripping with slimy precum. Omar dropped like a trained bitch, choking as he tried to cram it in his mouth, his jaw popping while Faris rammed it down his throat. “Suck it, you worthless cunt,” he roared, grabbing Omar’s hair and skull-fucking him so hard the twink’s face smashed into his sweaty bush. Spit and snot sprayed everywhere, soaking Omar’s chin, but the little slut moaned like a cock-drunk whore, slurping and gagging.
Faris didn’t let up—he gripped the twink’s head and pounded his face like a cheap Fleshlight, his balls slapping Omar’s chin with wet, nasty smacks. “You love choking on this arab gay dick, don’t you, ya piece of trash?” he spat, watching Omar’s eyes water and roll back as his throat bulged. The twink’s hands flailed, clawing at Faris’s hairy thighs, but the alpha didn’t care—he kept ramming, turning that mouth into a drooling, sloppy mess until he yanked out, leaving Omar hacking up spit and precum like a drowned rat.
Ripping the Hole Apart
Faris wasn’t here to play—he hauled Omar up, bent him over the crate like a ragdoll, and hocked a thick, yellow gob of spit onto that virgin asshole. “Time to get your fucking guts shredded, ya arab gay cumrag,” he sneered, lining up his cock and slamming it in raw with one brutal thrust. Omar screamed like a stuck pig, his hole splitting open, blood trickling down his thighs as Faris laughed and started pounding. The crate rocked, metal screeching, as he fucked that ass so hard it sounded like a butcher tenderizing meat.
The twink’s legs buckled, his body jerking with every savage thrust, but Faris didn’t give a shit. He grabbed Omar’s hips, nails digging in, and drilled so deep the kid’s belly bulged. “Beg for it, you fucking slut—scream for my cock,” he roared, smacking Omar’s ass until it was raw and purple. “Please, fuck me, tear me apart!” Omar wailed, his voice breaking as his pathetic dick sprayed precum onto the ground. Faris grinned, loving how he could break this bitch and leave him a whimpering, cum-soaked wreck.
Fucking Like Desert Beasts
Sweat poured off Faris’s hairy back, soaking his shirt as he jackhammered Omar’s ass into a gaping, sloppy crater. His balls slapped the twink’s thighs, heavy and wet, while Omar clawed at the crate, drooling and sobbing like a brain-dead fucktoy. “You love this arab gay cock ripping your shithole, huh, ya filthy dog?” Faris taunted, yanking Omar’s head back and slamming in so hard the twink’s guts churned. “Yes, fuck, destroy me!” Omar howled, his ass clenching and farting wetly around the alpha’s dick.
Faris flipped the slut onto his back on the crate, spreading those skinny legs wide like a dockside whore. “Look at me while I gut your fucking hole,” he spat, plunging back in with a nasty squelch, his cock sliding through a mess of spit, blood, and ass-juice. Omar’s eyes rolled back, his mouth gaping as Faris fucked him senseless, the crate groaning under the force. The air stank of sweat, shit, and raw sex—a perfect arena for a beast like Faris to claim his prey.
Blowing a Filthy Load
The pace turned rabid—Faris’s hairy ass clenched, his cock throbbing as he chased his nut. Omar was a babbling, cum-drunk mess, clawing at Faris’s chest, screaming, “Fill my fucking ass, Daddy, breed my hole!” That snapped it—Faris roared like a goddamn animal, slamming in so hard Omar’s hips cracked, and unleashed a torrent of thick, stinking cum straight into that wrecked asshole. Rope after rope blasted out, overflowing and oozing down the twink’s thighs as he convulsed, his own tiny dick spurting a weak, watery load across his stomach.
Faris yanked out with a wet, sloppy pop, his cock dripping cum, blood, and filth. He spat a fat glob onto Omar’s fucked-out face and smirked. “Good little bitch. Next time, I’m bringing my boys to gangfuck your worthless cunt.” He strutted off, leaving the twink twitching on the crate, ass leaking like a sewer, mind shattered from the brutal pounding.
The Alpha’s Reign of Filth
The docks buzzed with the tale. Every arab gay slut in Dubai was jerking off to Faris’s name, swapping stories of his savage fucks and that horse-cock that turned tight holes into dripping wrecks. He didn’t give a fuck—he kept hunting, a arab gay god in a city too scared to chain him. Omar couldn’t sit for days, limping around the souk with a ruined ass, beating his meat to the memory of being split open like a cheap whore.
Faris was already on the prowl again. He’d fucked half the twinks in the Emirates, but his hunger was endless—every dark corner, every stinking alley was a chance to claim another hole. He’d piss on the laws, spit on the rich bastards, and keep ramming his way through the arab gay underworld, a filthy, unstoppable alpha leaving a trail of wrecked asses in his wake.
