Under the Algerian Sun

The sun beat down on Yasser as he worked his small farm outside the quiet Algerian village of Ain El Hammam. His calloused hands gripped the handle of his hoe, sweat dripping from his brow as he tilled the earth. The scent of jasmine filled the air, carried by a gentle breeze that did little to cool him.

Yasser was a man of few words and even fewer desires, at least until young Amar moved in next door. The boy’s lithe body and innocent eyes stirred something within Yasser, a longing he had long forgotten. And as the days turned into weeks, Yasser found himself stealing glances at Amar, his imagination running wild with thoughts of the boy’s smooth skin and eager lips.

The Farmer’s Invitation

One day, as Yasser worked in his field, he saw Amar struggling to carry a heavy bag of feed. Without hesitation, he set down his tools and walked over to offer his help.

“Here, let me take that for you,” Yasser said, his deep voice sending shivers down Amar’s spine.

Amar looked up at him with grateful eyes, and Yasser felt a sudden urge to protect this boy, to claim him as his own. He invited Amar to join him for dinner that evening, an offer the boy accepted with a shy smile.

The Farmer’s Feast

That night, under the watchful gaze of the moon, Yasser and Amar sat down to eat. The table groaned under the weight of the food – fresh bread, spicy merguez sausage, and steaming tagine filled with tender lamb and fragrant spices.

As they ate, Yasser watched Amar’s lips wrap around his fork, his tongue darting out to lick a dollop of couscous from the corner of his mouth. The sight sent a jolt of desire straight to Yasser’s groin, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“You have such… talented lips,” Yasser said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Amar blushed at the compliment, his eyes flickering up to meet Yasser’s gaze. In that moment, Yasser knew he had found his prey, and he was eager to claim it.

The Farmer’s Desire

Yasser reached across the table, taking Amar’s hand in his own. He ran his thumb gently over Amar’s knuckles, feeling the boy tense beneath his touch.

“I want you, Amar,” Yasser whispered, his voice thick with desire for intense arab gay sex.

Amar’s eyes widened in surprise, but Yasser could see the hunger there as well. He stood up, pulling Amar to his feet and leading him towards the house.

The Farmer’s Claim

Once inside, Yasser wasted no time. He pushed Amar against the door, crushing their lips together in a heated kiss. His hands roamed over Amar’s body, exploring every curve and contour as if it were his own personal harvest.

Amar whimpered into Yasser’s mouth, his body pressing eagerly against the farmer’s. Yasser could feel Amar’s hardness through his thin pants, and he knew the boy was ready for him.

Yasser spun Amar around, pressing him face-first against the door. He ran his hands down Amar’s back, gripping the boy’s hips possessively before sliding one hand around to stroke Amar’s throbbing cock through his clothes.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Yasser growled, his voice like thunder in Amar’s ear as he prepared for intense arab gay sex.

Amar gasped, arching his back to press against Yasser’s massive erection. The farmer chuckled darkly, pressing his hips forward to grind against Amar’s ass.