Arab Gay Sex: The Cop and the Dealer

In the bustling, chaotic streets of Cairo, where the scent of spices and exhaust fumes mingled in the air, Detective Ahmed, a ruggedly handsome man with olive skin and piercing dark eyes, was on patrol. His nights were filled with the endless dance of traffic lights, the echoing calls to prayer, and the ever-present aroma of street food wafting through the air. Yet tonight, something felt different.

As he cruised down the narrow, winding alleys of the city’s oldest district, his radio crackled to life with a tip about a drug deal going down in an abandoned building. Ahmed’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, his pulse quickening as he pulled up to the crumbling structure. Arab gay sex was the last thing on his mind, but the thrill of the chase always got his blood pumping.

The Setup

He slipped inside, his hand resting on the butt of his gun as he ascended the creaking staircase. The building was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desperation. As he reached the top floor, he heard muffled voices. Pushing open the door, he found two men – one a scrawny, twitchy dealer, the other a muscular, tattooed customer. Ahmed’s eyes lingered on the latter, taking in his chiseled jawline, broad shoulders, and the way his jeans hugged his thighs.

With a swift movement, Ahmed had his gun drawn, barking orders at the dealer to put his hands up. The customer turned to face him, his gaze meeting Ahmed’s with defiance. “What do you want?” he growled. Ahmed felt a jolt of electricity at the sound of his voice – deep, commanding, and laced with danger.

The dealer started babbling, spewing out names and locations like a broken record. Ahmed barely registered him, his focus solely on the man before him. He was tall, towering over Ahmed by several inches, and his dark eyes seemed to bore into Ahmed’s very soul. There was something about this man that set Ahmed’s nerves alight, something that made his heart race and his cock stir in his pants.

The Interrogation

Ahmed motioned for the customer to sit down on the dusty couch while he cuffed the dealer. “Who are you?” he demanded, his voice low and authoritative. The man smirked, leaning back against the cushions with an air of nonchalance.

“You can call me Omar,” he replied, his eyes never leaving Ahmed’s. “And you are? Or should I just call you ‘Officer’?” His gaze flicked down to Ahmed’s crotch, where his arousal was now evident. Ahmed felt a flush creeping up his neck but held Omar’s gaze steady.

“Detective Ahmed,” he corrected, his voice barely above a whisper. He knew he should be reading Omar his rights, but the sight of him sprawled across the couch, one hand casually stroking his thigh, had Ahmed’s mind racing with thoughts that had nothing to do with police procedure.

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The Turning Point

Ahmed cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism. “Omar, I need you to come down to the station for questioning.” Omar raised an eyebrow but stood up nonetheless.

As they walked out of the building and into the cool night air, Ahmed felt a sense of unease wash over him. He was playing with fire, he knew – fraternizing with a suspect was against every rule in the book. But there was something about Omar that drew him in, like a moth to a flame.

As they reached the squad car, Omar turned to face Ahmed, his eyes glinting in the dim streetlight. “You know what I think, Detective?” he said softly, leaning in close so their lips were almost touching. “I think you’re not as straight-laced as you’d like everyone to believe.”

Ahmed’s breath hitched in his throat. He could smell Omar’s cologne, feel the heat radiating from his body. Before he could stop himself, he leaned in and captured Omar’s lips in a fierce, passionate kiss.

The Raw Encounter

Omar responded immediately, pressing his body against Ahmed’s as their tongues danced and explored. Ahmed’s hands roamed over Omar’s muscular back, tracing the lines of his tattoos before slipping down to grab two handfuls of his ass. Omar groaned into his mouth, grinding his hips against Ahmed’s.

“Fuck,” Ahmed muttered, breaking away from Omar’s lips. His heart was pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing painfully against his fly. He knew he should stop this, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. All that mattered was the feel of Omar’s body pressed against his, the sound of his ragged breaths.

Omar took charge, pushing Ahmed up against the squad car and claiming his mouth once more. His hands worked quickly, unbuckling Ahmed’s belt and unfastening his pants before reaching inside to wrap a firm grip around Ahmed’s aching cock.

“You’re so fucking hard for me, Detective,” Omar growled, giving Ahmed’s length a slow stroke that had him gasping for air. “I bet you’ve been dreaming about this since the moment you saw me.”

Ahmed couldn’t deny it. The truth was, he had never felt such a primal, animalistic attraction to anyone before. It both excited and terrified him.

“Turn around,” Omar commanded, his voice low and dangerous. Ahmed hesitated for a moment before doing as he was told, leaning forward against the car and presenting his ass to Omar.

Omar chuckled darkly, running his hands over Ahmed’s firm cheeks. “Good boy,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of Ahmed’s neck. Then, without warning, he spat on Ahmed’s hole and rubbed the saliva in with two rough fingers.

Ahmed groaned at the sudden intrusion, his body tensing as Omar worked him open. It had been years since anyone had touched him like this, and never had it felt so dirty, so delicious.

“Please,” Ahmed panted, pushing back against Omar’s fingers. “Fuck me.”

Omar grinned wickedly, spitting on his hand before wrapping it around his own cock, giving it a few quick strokes to coat it in saliva. Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside Ahmed.

Ahmed cried out, gripping the side of the car as Omar began to move, his hips slapping against Ahmed’s ass in a steady, punishing rhythm. The sound of their flesh meeting filled the air, along with their ragged breaths and the occasional car horn from passing traffic.

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The Climax

Ahmed could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls becoming almost unbearable. Omar’s thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing ragged as he chased his own release.

“Come for me, Detective,” Omar grunted, one hand snaking around to wrap around Ahmed’s cock. He stroked Ahmed in time with his thrusts, his grip tight and unyielding.

Ahmed let out a guttural cry, his body convulsing as he came undone. Omar followed suit, burying himself deep inside Ahmed as he emptied his load with a final, shuddering groan.

The Aftermath

In the aftermath of their encounter, Ahmed and Omar stood there panting, their bodies still joined together. Ahmed couldn’t believe what had just happened – he had lost control, completely and utterly. But as he looked into Omar’s eyes, he saw no remorse, only satisfaction.

“What now, Detective?” Omar asked softly, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. “Are you going to arrest me?”

Ahmed shook his head slowly, tucking himself back into his pants and fastening his belt. “No,” he said finally. “I think I’m just going to let you go.”

“And what about next time?” Omar pressed, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Ahmed chuckled, opening the car door for Omar. “Let’s just say I’ll make sure we’re in a more…private location,” he replied, giving Omar a meaningful look.

As they drove away into the night, Ahmed knew that this was far from over – that his encounter with Omar had only just begun. And as he glanced at the man sitting beside him, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation for what was to come.