Page 48 of Under the Arabian Sky

I did not refuse him.

The moment we were standing, he took his wet ezar in his hands and dropped it down the length of his legs, revealing his yearning, throbbing cock.

He stepped out of his underskirt, threw it onto the dry rocks with a slap, then took hold of my ezar and pulled it down.

My cock stood thick and hard before him.

He tossed my underskirt aside, then he took my manhood in his fist and squeezed a moan from my lungs.

Not letting go of me, he led me by the cock into deeper water, the turquoise stream enveloping us until we were immersed in its cool, gentle flow.

Suddenly he ducked under the water, breaking the surface moments later, his hair drenched and trickles streaking down his handsome face. “It feels so good.”

I wasn’t sure whether he was referring to submerging himself in the stream or stroking my cock.

I ducked my head under, surfaced, then pushed my wet hair away from my forehead.

I felt him pick up the pace on my dick, his strokes becoming harder and faster, turning my breathing into short tremors of air that filled then fled my lungs.

I reached down and took his cock in my right hand.

Despite the coolness of the water, an immense amount of heat still radiated from his manhood. It pulsed and throbbed in my grip, as though aching for that fire inside to erupt.

As I started tugging and squeezing, gasps of pleasure escaped him.

He stifled them by pressing his lips to mine, ravenously kissing me, breathing his desire into me and filling my body with it.

I groaned loudly into his mouth.

The sound resonated through both our bodies as our muscles flinched and tensed.

Soon I felt my back arch.

I felt my arse cheeks tighten.

I felt my balls ascend as my groans turned into desperate whimpers in his mouth, until—

I cried out as a surge of cum spilled through the waters.

At the same time, Tariq bit down on my lip and a quake rippled through his body.

There in the stream, the pair of us became locked in an orgasm that sent a shudder of ecstasy through both our bodies, our seed swirling and spinning away into the bright blue waters, returning to the earth, and becoming part of Wadi Sirun’s secret forever.

“Shukrun jaziilan, Arthur. Thank you,” Tariq panted through our kiss.

I pulled my face away from his, and through my own laboured breathing I asked, “What for?”

He smiled, still gently stroking my spent cock as I did his. “Thank you for coming to Oman.”

“No… it is I who should thank you. Thank you for showing me your land, your home. I never could have imagined what I’d find here.”

“What have you found?” he probed.

I smiled back. “You.”

CHAPTER17

In the hills outside Muscat,Tariq turned off the main road into town and headed along a desert track. The sun was beginning to sink toward the horizon. It had been a long drive back from Sharqiya Sands and I’d been looking forward to a good night’s sleep, but evidently Tariq wasn’t quite ready to return home yet.

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