Next day brings new adventures

After that eventful night we both went to bed and fell asleep pretty quickly. The surrealism and shame and confusion hit me fully when I woke the next morning. Was it all a weird dream, did that really happen? It must have, I could still feel my bowels aching slightly from Bobby's rough fucking. I also vividly remember the taste of Ahmed's and Mohammed's cum. I rolled over to Bobby, who slept next to me naked. I cuddled up to him but when he woke he just shoved my hand away and rolled over.

The shame hit me even harder. Have I ruined our friendship? What was on his mind? When he was finally awake enough and stared at the ceiling, I cleared my throat.

"Is everything alright?" I asked with a croak in my voice. Bobby looked over to me and gave me a half-hearted brief smile.

"Sure!" He said. "I just have to figure some stuff out and need some time for myself. I guess I will call Cassy. See you at breakfast." And with that Bobby jumped out of bed, grabbed his shorts, shirt and phone and without another word dressed and went out for a walk.

I let out a deep sigh once he was gone. Not sure what to make of this. Thinking back to last night pictures of cocks filling my mouth and ass flashed before my mind's eye and through all the confusion waves of lust flooded me and I could feel my dick stirring underneath the sheets. I wanted to concentrate to figure out how to approach Bobby next but the lustful thoughts were just so comforting and simple and seductive that I kept coming back to them.

I had to stop that. I too crawled out of bed still feeling the lingering pleasant ache in my ass. I took out my running shorts and sport shoes and decided to go for an early morning run in order to clear my head. It was again going to be a bright hot humid day but in the early morning it was just about right to take a lap around the complex. Nobody except for some members of the staff were out in the vast grounds of the hotel. My phone was not charged so I had no music but that didn't bother me as I started to jog down towards the pools and through the expansive gardens towards the sea.

Going around the whole hotel premises was a distance of approximately 3 miles which was a nice run for the start of the day. After the first half which took me around the gardens, tennis courts and the seafront I had to run up the service ramps, parking lots and the street at the back of the hotel which was not such a great view than the front but still there were walkways for the few guests who wanted to venture here or specifically for those wanting to do their training runs. Clearly there weren't so many guests inclined to do that because the backside was not as well maintained as the front with more leaves littering the pathways and weeds cropping up here and there from the sides.

The backside of the hotel was walled off from the street beyond and there were two entrances for vehicles barred off from the street with gatehouses and liftable barriers. The first entrance was the main way for busses and vehicles getting to the entrance of the hotel. It was open and a guard stood in front of the gate house sweeping the sidewalk. He briefly looked up when I ran past but ignored me as I continued through another stretch of the hotel backside alongside the smelly kitchen dumpsters.

The second gate for deliveries was at the corner of the premises after about three quarters of my run. A smaller more run down gate house was located there guarding the closed barrier. I guess most deliveries were already made during the night shift so during the day it was probably the most isolated and lonely place to be anywhere here at the hotel. When I got closer to the gate house the guard on duty stepped out and I almost gasped and tripped when I saw that it was Mohamed stepping out and looking up at me. I blushed deeply and looked away trying to pick up speed and continue down the side of the hotel back to the front gardens.

I was not past Mohamed yet when his smile broadened and he called out to me cheerfully, probably some greeting that I didn't understand. I wanted to ignore him, to just get out but somehow my legs betrayed me and just stopped dead in their tracks. I panted and stopped in front of him, nodding a silent greeting looking at his smiling face briefly.

He looked me up and down, my sweaty body quite visible in the wet running clothes sticking to my torso.

"All good, little dog?" Mohamed asked in a booming voice followed by a hearty deep laugh.

"Yeah, yeah, all good. Thank you." I nodded out of breath. Mohamed's smile vanished briefly and he raised a scolding eyebrow and automatically I added, "Thank you Syid!" Which brought the smile back to his round hairy face. Mohamed took a step closer and slapped me on the back.

"You thirsty? Come have tea!" He gestured to his small run down off white guard house. I started to shake my head and wanted to say no but Mohamed left his hand on my shoulder and pushed me towards the entrance affirming. "You have tea. Come!"

Again my body betrayed me as I failed to speak up or stand my ground but let myself getting guided into the small building. I felt strange butterflys in my belly having Mohammed's strong paw on my shoulder. This old strange man that didn't even speak my language properly had violated me just hours before and now I was unable to run away feeling somehow that I have to comply to his wishes.

The guardhouse was more like a brick-built hut with a small main room and a toilette with washing sink in a separate little room across from the entrance. The main room contained two worn out office chairs a huge window looking out towards the gateway and a sideboard table along the side of the window. The windows were wrapped In badly applied reflecting foil to keep out the sun and the heat, nevertheless the little room already felt stuffy even now in the early morning hours. On the sideboard table were two old CCTV-monitors overlooking other parts around the gate, a small fan blowing hot air around, some walkie-talkies with chargers and a water kettle, cups and other items to make some food and drink while on shift. A black utility belt was hanging from a hook on the wall together with the jacket with the hotel logo.

Mohammed gestured me to sit in one of the Office chairs and I did without complaining. He took the kettle to fill it from the sink in the little side room and then seated himself in the second chair while the water started to boil. He started chatting to me like we were old pals even though I didn't understand almost anything he said. He was talking mostly in Arabic with only a few English words thrown in here and there. I guess he was talking about the weather or something and I couldn't believe that this was the same man who **** his cock into my mouth not even twelve hours before. His calm deep voice was hypnotic to me and pictures of his hairy crotch with the girthy wet cock flashed through my mind making my dick stir in the sticky running shorts ever so often without me being able to stop it.

The more I thought about it the more I was disgusted by my lack of dignity but then again that just seemed to make me more horny so I tried to breath calmly and hoped to get out of there soon. To everything Mohammed said to me I just nodded and waited trying to grasp what he was talking about. When he served me a dirty off white cup of some watery brown stuff which I assumed was tea I again thanked him and bowed slightly and took a sip. It was too hot and I almost burned my lip so I put it down on the sideboard again to cool down.

I was wondering how long I would have to endure the heat and the strangeness without seeming impolite or triggering any aggression from Mohammed's part. The fear of getting arrested was still coming to my mind and I couldn't figure out if I still lingered because of fear or because of some perverted masochistic instinct of mine so I tried to smile benevolently and nod and wait.

After a while Mohamed stopped talking and looked me up and down. Sweat still running down my face now less from the running but from the hot little room where the fan couldn't possibly keep up with providing any relief. I wondered how Mohammed with his thick hair and mustache was not sweating at all but it was probably just a normal day here and he was used to the climate.

After looking at me for a while Mohamed lifted his finger like he had an idea and grabbed his phone shuffling closer to my side with his chair. He opened the gallery and started to show me photos of him and his family. He talked again naming people on the pictures. I saw him in bathing shorts with his black and white hair all over like a silverback gorilla. His wife with a hijab and simple blue-grey caftan. His two sons and his daughter. The oldest son was probably my age. I saw his house somewhere on a dusty road inland. I always nodded and said how nice it all was when he looked up at me for a response. He continued to tell me stories to the pictures gesturing and slapping my knee but I didn't get much of what he was trying to tell me.

The air was getting hotter and I drank my tea in between looking at his pictures and affirming how great his life was. Seeing him as a normal middle aged man was a strange intimate insight into a different culture that was quite interesting would the circumstances not have been so utterly strange and surreal. The tea had cooled down enough and helped somewhat in getting used to the heat in the small hut. I started to wonder how lonely Mohamed's job really was when he was so enthusiastic about having company here.

When I had finished my cup I placed it back on the sideboard and used the opportunity to get up and going. I tried to stand up and thanked Mohamed again but he started to shake his head and grab my hand pulling me down to the chair again. I sighed slightly frustrated but Mohamed babbled on again.

He was looking more urgent now and I picked out the words "last night" and "not bad, right?"

Mohamed was waiting for an answer but I was unsure if he wanted to apologize, or just affirmation that I liked it or what he was going on about. I just felt that the situation was getting more tense and also felt it in my pants so I hoped to get out again unharmed. He started to tap on his phone again and then held it in front of my face.

"Here, look! Not bad right?" He said. I looked at the little screen and there was a picture of his wife still in hijab on all fours her caftan lifted up to her shoulders with nothing underneath. I could see her pussy and fat round ass looming in the center of the picture. My eyes must have widened in surprise because Mohamed chuckled.

He flicked to the next picture and there she was lying on her back, legs up in the air with her huge breasts wobbling to the side while Mohamed's cock was buried inside her stretched pussy. "Good wife, hm?" He asked and with some hesitation I nodded slowly.

He laughed again and flicked through some more amateur porn pics of himself and his wife in various poses.

"Not for you dog, though, right? You like this." and with his free hand he gestured toward his crotch. I looked down and noticed the same bulge I saw last night. I gulped and a wave of heat washed over me giving me goose bumps. I looked back and forth between the naked fucked pussy of his wife on the screen and Mohamed's crotch feeling like this was a set-up where I could only lose. Should I say I liked his wife and risk him getting all protective and jealous or should I say I like cocks and risk the police all over again.

Mohamed waited patiently until I had made up my mind. I thought he already knew I enjoyed sucking cocks so the risk was lower confirming what he already knew so I nodded and pointed at his crotch and said almost in a whisper.

"Yes, this I like, Syid."

He laughed again loudly and slapped me on the shoulder putting his phone down on the sideboard.

"It's OK dog. I know." And with that he started to open the button of his pants.

"You can have another go dog."

I felt the blood rushing to my head and also into my dick when I realized how quickly this bizarre situation has escalated again. Part of me knew that this might happen and part of me even hoped for it but I was also scared and helpless and lost in this foreign country with my only friend somewhere gone finding to himself. I started to shake my head and look around out the window in panic but Mohammed grabbed my hand again and laid it across his bulge.

"Shhh! You good. Nobody come by here. You can have this dog." Mohamed tried to calm me like he would calm a frightened cat about to run away. I could feel his hot thick shaft pulsing underneath the cheap polyester fabric of his uniform pants.

"I-I have to go now!" I mumbled but Mohamed smiled and continued to shake his head.

"First you suck, then you can go, OK."

There was so much shame flooding me for being such a pathetic sub that it was almost unbearable. I wanted to taste Mohamed again so badly I just realized that this might have been my intention of coming back here all along even though I couldn't possibly know that he was stationed here. I gulped unable to think or protest feeling my dick push hard against my sweaty running shorts.

Mohamed just smiled and waited and I had to let him know how much I wanted this.

"Thank you, Syid." I whispered and dropped to my knees in front of Mohamed nodding in approval of his offer. He started to fumble with his fly again but I was already there helping him with it and he briefly lifted his butt off the chair so I could pull his pants down. I moaned out when his hard shaft jumped out at me and Mohamed chuckled and petted my head.

Without further hesitation I bent forward inhaling deeply the musky smell that sent shivers through my whole body. I closed my eyes savoring this Tunisian older male like a fine wine, then I kissed the wet tip of his cock and started licking. Mohamed spread his legs wide to grant me access to his junk and breathed deep and slow not rushing it like the night before. When my lips engulfed almost his whole length he pushed his head back rolling his eyes and moaned out, stroking my hair, mumbling in Arabic again. I bobbed my head up and down hungry for every drop of precum that came out of his mushroom head. He was not grunting and pressing like last night. This was different, this was intimate and consensual. I lost all fear of getting handed to the police. Mohamed wanted this as much as I wanted it and our movements got fluid and synchronized almost like Bobby and me.

I couldn't tell how long this went on. The room became fragrant with the musky smell of Mohamed's wet cock and even he started to sweat at his brow. I myself was wet all over like after a sauna dripping sweat into the dark pubic hair of my Arab friend. I was wondering if I already missed breakfast and if Bobby was wondering where I was but then I thought that I would soon receive my own special breakfast right out of this meaty thick log and started to suck deeper and faster again. My jaw already ached slightly from gently fitting my mouth around this girthy shaft. Pushing myself to take him in deep until his bushy hair tickled me and I could feel the base widening. With one hand I was caressing his fat balls while the other one was stroking my own dick inside my sticky running shorts.

When Mohamed was getting close his grip on my head got stronger and he lifted his hips pushing himself into my mouth in rhythm with my sucking. I was stroking myself faster to reach my climax too when he was ready. It took another few minutes probably of Mohamed taking his time and with gentle moans getting closer and closer dripping more and more precum onto my tongue. Finally his cock started to swell in my mouth and I closed my lips tight around it letting just my tongue flick at the tip from underneath. I held the base of his shaft tight in my hand while I jerked my own dick faster and faster. The pulsing started deep in Mohamed's groin and pushed through my closed fist on his shaft. Again it was not so much a spurt but this thick creamy cum welling out of his tip coating my tongue and filling my mouth with his slimy seed. I moaned and could feel myself starting to shoot my load into my pants without any shame. Mohamed moaned long and deep without any hurry taking his time to squeeze out every last drop of his salty semen. When he was finally finished I kept sucking and licking, gulping down the cream until his cock was already shrinking in my mouth.

I looked up again at his fatherly satisfied face and thanked him again. He nodded with a smile and started to button up his pants again. He seemed finished with me and smiled and nodded so I too got up with my now completely spoiled shorts sticking to my junk. I awkwardly waved a goodbye to him and stumbled out of the hut walking the rest of my running track back to our room.