Fucked rough by dominant Muslim man

It was a warm midsummer night, the sort of night where dawn arrives early.

I decided to take a walk in the cruising woods in the hope of finding a dominant Muslim man. I had found such men in this place before and hoped that I would be in luck that night.

It was Saturday night and there were quite a few people around. I was walking along the main path when this young man called me over and asked me if I had a cigarette for him to roll a joint. It was still dark but was quite a light night and I could see that he was very good looking. Black hair, brown skin. Middle Eastern type. He look perfect and I was overjoyed at finding what I needed.

I gave him the cigarette he asked for and stood next to him chatting while he started to roll the joint. He told me his name was Jamal, he was straight, his girlfriend was away and he was looking for someone to suck him off. Nice I thought and of course Jamal was a Muslim name which excited me even more. I needed a circumcised Muslim cock. The sound of his voice with the slight trace of an accent was also arousing to me.

He lit and started to smoke the joint. He took several puffs and then, when there was very little left, he handed it to me. He had put all of the cannabis into the top end so that when I was handed the joint to finish it off, there was just tobacco left.

Then, to my intense disappointment, he said 'See you later' and walked off. You can imagine how I felt at that moment.

I continued my wanderings but although there were many people around I couldn't find what I wanted and couldn't put Jamal out of my mind. I desperately needed a circumcised Muslim cock not some uncut European.

About half an hour later I saw Jamal again, standing in some bushes away from the narrow secondary path that I was walking along with what looked like a Chinese man on his knees in front of him. I was so jealous. I started to walk towards them.

I heard the sound of Jamal's raised voice.

'Suck it.' He commanded holding the Chinese man's head and thrusting forward with his hips. 'Take all. TAKE ALL.'

I heard the sound of the Chinese man start to choke on Jamal's cock. That gave me an instant hard-on.

Jamal saw me approaching, looked at me and shouted 'Fuck off'.

Scared to do otherwise, I backed away and, although I was tempted to try to watch, walked off. As I turned my back I heard the sound of a hard slap.

I was completely unable to get Jamal out of my mind. I felt an intense jealousy that the Chinese man was getting what I needed so badly. From the sound of the choking and gagging I was sure that Jamal had a big cock.

My wanderings eventually brought me back to the same spot. Jamal was still there, sitting on a fallen tree trunk. To my surprise and delight, he called to me.

'Hey you. Come here I want you.'

I walked over to him. He asked me for another cigarette and rather unsurprisingly I gave it to him.

He started to roll another joint. I just stood there, being ignored by him but not walking away. He started mumbling to himself, something about fucking useless faggots who can't handle a real man's cock.

After lighting the joint, he looked up at me.

'What are you fucking standing there for?' He asked. 'You want something?'

I didn't know what to say.

'I was hoping to smoke with you.' I answered meekly.

He took another puff and handed the joint to me. This time I could actually taste some cannabis in it. Not wanting to upset him, I took a couple of quick puffs and handed it back.

'I am active man.' He told me.

'Very nice' I answered.

'I am not five minute man.' He continued. 'I am one hour man.'

The sound of his voice, his tone, his accent, his words and the slightly broken English of these somewhat odd statements, which I put down to him being stoned, all combined to arouse me even more and I felt this feeling of need in the pit of my stomach.

'I like active men.' I told him.

'I need a queer who can take it, not some stupid fucking queer who can't handle it and runs away.' He answered. I assumed that he was talking about the Chinese man.

'I can handle it.' I replied without even thinking about what I was saying or what i was saying I could handle. I was so aroused, so in need of submitting to him, I would have agreed to more or less anything at that point.

He stood up.

'Come with me.'

It was starting to get light. He took me firmly by the arm in a very strong grip and led me deeper and deeper into the woods, far far away from the paths and the other people. We walked in silence for perhaps as much as ten minutes or more. We were in a very lonely and deserted spot.

He obviously knew where we were going. He led me to a grassy hollow with a fallen tree. He told me to give him another cigarette and once again he started to roll another joint.

It was now light enough for me to see him properly and was I impressed. I guessed him to be aged somewhere in his mid 20's. Light brown skin with a couple of days stubble on his face. He was wearing a white t shirt with a nice pattern on the front, blue jeans held up by a thick heavy brown leather belt and some brown walking type shoes. He was also quite muscular and you could see the muscles in the tops of his arms outlined through his t shirt.

He lit the joint and stared at me.

'You're going to fucking get it from me tonight, fucking cunt' He told me as he took a puff of the joint. 'Fucking queer'.

He spat on the ground.

'Strip.' He ordered. 'Take off your clothes. Everything off. Everything. You must be naked.'

I started to undress.

As I stripped he pulled off his t shirt so he was bare to the waist, exposing his muscular hairy brown chest and the waistband of his green coloured trunks above his belt. I could see the muscles in his arms and knew I would be powerless against this strong Muslim man.

'Hurry up. Quicker or I will take my belt off to you.' He told me.

When I was completely naked, he ordered me to kneel with my head down and my arse up. He laughed and kicked my arse with full force, sending me sprawling forwards. He immediately spat on me.

'Fucking cunt' He shouted at me. 'Tonight I fuck you good. I will put you over the tree and empty my bollocks into you.'

I started to feel scared but so aroused. My penis was hard and getting harder.

'Lick my shoes.' He ordered.

I obeyed him, licking the toe of his left shoe. He lifted his foot and told me to lick the dirty sole.

I was overcome by a strange combination of fear and arousal. I have to admit to being scared, scared that he might be some sort of crazy man (which thankfully he was not), scared he would steal my clothes and leave me there naked (which thankfully he didn't) and scared of what he might do to me. But I was so aroused. My penis was so hard. There is no way that I would have wanted it to stop. This Muslim man was a dream come true. I knew without doubt that I was going to be fucked and, from my experience of such men, I was 99.9% sure that the fucking would be raw.

After I had licked both of his shoes, he told me to kneel in front of him with my hands behind my back.

'Keep your hands behind your back and don't even think of fucking touching me.' He ordered. 'If you move your hands you will feel my belt'

This was the second time he had mentioned his belt which made me sure that at some point I was in for a belting. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed it forwards, rubbing my face roughly against his crotch. I could feel the rock hardness of his cock through the material of his jeans.

He carried on like this for a bit, smoking his joint, flicking ash on my back and rubbing my face against his crotch. The rough denim material of his jeans was starting to make my face sore.

Finally he released his grip on my head.

'Keep your eyes on my crotch.' He told me. 'Don't even think about looking up at my face.'

He started to unbuckle his belt and I realised that the moment of revelation had finally arrived. For me one of the most arousing moments is when the Muslim man removes his cock from his underwear and I get the final confirmation that he really is circumcised and not a Hindu or Latino type with a pulled back foreskin who had lied about being circumcised or being a Muslim and thought I would never notice, as has unfortunately happened to me in the past.

Jamal allowed his jeans to fall to his knees revealing his hairy legs and his bulging tight light green boxer trunks. It was now light enough for me to be able to distinguish the ridge his swollen circumcised cockhead outlined through his trunks. Seeing a circumcised man's cockhead outlined through his underwear is a massive turn on for me.

'Kiss my boxer.' He ordered, pointing to his bulge.

I didn't need telling twice. This was my dream come true. I obeyed him and then did something very foolish. I touched his cock through his trunks.

He went crazy. He gave me one almighty slap around my face, so hard it made my ears ring.

'I told you not to fucking touch.' He screamed at me. 'Did I give you permission to touch me cunt?'

He pulled up his jeans and fastened them, but left the belt unbuckled.

'On your feet.' He ordered and marched me over to the fallen tree trunk. He pushed me roughly down across the tree trunk, pulled his belt from his jeans, doubled it over and started to hit my arse with it hard. Jamal was a strong muscular man so when I say hard, I mean hard!

It hurt so badly.

'Not so hard.' I begged. 'Please. Not so hard.'

He hit me again with the belt even harder.

'Shut up faggot.' He told me. 'I will teach you good lesson. Next time you will obey me and do as you are told.'

I had no choice but to take it, feeling every hard stroke of the belt stinging as the leather made contact with my bare buttocks. It hurt like hell.

Eventually it stopped.

'If you disobey me again you will feel the buckle.' Jamal told me.

I heard him throw the belt to the ground and turned my head to see him lower his jeans and boxer trunks to around his knees, spit into his hand and rub the saliva onto what I could see was a massive circumcised cock.

He came up behind me and with no warning brutally penetrated me, slamming his cock as far up my arse as it would go. I felt an intense pain as his massive cockhead forced it's way past the sphincter and actually screamed out in pain.

I got fucked and I mean FUCKED. He pushed me right down over the log, holding me down by my shoulders. The position was quite uncomfortable and was agony on my legs and knees. I could feel the thickness of his cock stretch me and his cockhead deep deep inside me.

The fucking went on and on. There was no gentle fucking. Every single thrust was given hard and deep. He was pulling right back on every stroke so that the ridge of his circumcised cockhead passed the sphincter, the way that I have found circumcised Muslim men like to fuck in order to feel maximum pleasure. Some strokes he would pull right out of my anus before thrusting back in again, the way that the rock hardness of the Muslim cock allows them to do, again maximising their pleasure.

Eventually the pace of the fucking increased, harder, deeper, faster. I felt his cock muscle start to spasm and I felt load after load of very hot spunk being shot deep inside me. He kept thrusting hard throughout his ejaculation and continued thrusting for a couple of minutes after he had finished shooting the load.

He withdrew. I collapsed on the ground.

'On your fucking knees cunt.' He shouted, kicking my arse with his shoe. 'Up!'

Not wanting to risk being buckle ended, I got to my knees as quickly as I could.. He stood over me, his cock still at full maximum fucking stiffness. It was so big and so beautiful, a perfect circumcised Muslim cock with a perfectly formed big bare brown cockhead. The whole cock was glistening with his spunk and my anal juices. I could see his heavy egg size balls hanging below the cock.

'Suck me clean.' He ordered.

I took him into my mouth, tasting my arsehole and his sperm on his cock.

He was still at full stiffness. He didn't let me suck him but instead grabbed my head and started to thrust with his hips. He pulled my head forwards so that my nose was buried in his thick black sweaty pubic hair.

He would fuck my throat until I was gagging and choking, gasping for air. Then he would release my head, allowing me a breath of air and to spit before slamming his cock back down my throat.

If I tried to pull away he would slap my face hard and spit into my face or eyes. Sometimes I would be told to open my mouth and he would spit into it.

This went on and on. My throat was starting to feel sore, my were eyes watering and my nose was running. He would hold the tip of his cockhead against my lips, then slam it up against the roof of my mouth and then deep down my throat. He was merciless.

He withdrew from my mouth and turned so that his hairy arse was in front of my face.

'Lick my shithole.' He ordered. 'Tongue only. Don't even think about touching my arse. You do that and I'll knock the living daylights out of you. No fucking faggot touches my arse ever. Only girls get to do that.'

He made me lick his sweaty arsehole, then turned back round and resumed fucking my throat. I was very very careful not to touch his arse.

He alternated for a while between fucking my face and making me lick his arsehole, telling me to get my tongue right in and 'Clean all hole.'

Eventually while fucking my throat he lost control and I felt his cock start to throb as he shot a second load of his hot thick sperm into me, this time into my mouth.

'Drink it.' He ordered. 'Swallow it all. ALL.'

I didn't need telling. At that moment, I wanted to swallow down that hot thick Muslim sperm more than anything else in the world. Like all Muslim sperm, his sperm was hot, thick and delicious.

His erection was started to subside slightly. He once more grabbed my head holding it firmly to prevent me pulling away then without warning started to piss down my throat.

'You are my fucking toilet cunt.' He told me.

I tried to swallow but could only gag and choke on the hot liquid. He pushed my head away and I fell backwards to the ground. He continued to piss on me, aiming for my face and eyes and calling me a fucking cunt.

When he had finished his piss he cleaned his cock with some tissues which he took from the back pocket of his jeans then pulled up his trunks and jeans and went in search of his belt. I just lay there on the ground, recovering.

He came and stood over me, buckling his belt.

He spat on me.

'Fucking cunt.' He told me and walked away laughing.