I was still a bit tipsy when I climbed into the back of the Uber that night in Marseille. The driver was on the phone, speaking fast in what sounded like Arabic, one hand on the wheel. But my eyes went straight to him in the rearview. Looking at him I think my guess had been right, he looked Arab, maybe Algerian or Moroccan given how many lived in Marseille, he was strikingly masculine with a thick black beard, short dark hair, and a strong face. His shirt was already off, probably from the heat. The last few days had been scalding. His chest was broad and muscular, thick with dark hair that ran down over his defined abs. Sweat made his skin glisten and frankly he was basically a young gay boys wet dream.
I had been in France for two weeks on my first major trip abroad. I turned nineteen just before I left home and I was enjoying a summer away before starting college in the fall. That night my friends had gone back to the hostel early, but I stayed out drinking alone near the old port. We’d had a great two weeks together but I was ready for a few hours in my own. A few glasses of wine turned into more, and I got horny watching the local guys. Deciding to call it a night before I did anything daft I had ordered a Uber rather than trek back to the hostel in the sticky night heat.
The driver finally ended his call after a minute and glanced back at me. "Sorry. Family call. You American? You look American. On holiday here? I Hamza."
"Yeah," I said, trying to sound normal even though my eyes kept drifting to his hairy chest. "Just traveling around France for a few weeks and then going to Italy next."
"You travel with friends? Or girlfriend?"
"No girlfriend," I admitted, a little embarrassed. “Just friends.”
He nodded, like that was useful information.
Tipsy and horny I couldn’t help but keep checking him out, I’m not a pervy person I swear but he was just so sexy, everything I like in a guy. I’m only small and there is nothing I find hotter than being with a guy who can just take control. Looking at him I knew he could take control.
The problem once being drunk I wasn’t very subtle, I was lucky I didn’t drool. He definitely caught me in the mirror more than once, such that it was fairly obvious what I was doing and I blushed but didn’t stop.
We drove for a bit in silence, but then I noticed his hand. He was casually touching himself, adjusting his shorts, rubbing along his bulge like it was nothing. My eyes locked on it. He caught me looking and didn't stop. His dick started to harden under the fabric, twitching as it grew. A big cut outline pressed against the material. He knew I was watching him touch himself. Fuck he was putting on a show for me.
"You want to sit up front?" he asked in his accented English. "You see more of the city that way. Better view."
I hesitated for a second, heart beating faster, but the drinks and the way he looked made me say yes. He pulled over to the side of the road so I could climb into the front passenger seat. Once I was settled he started driving again, pointing out places as we went.
"That is the old port over there. Nice at night. And that church, very old. You like Marseille?"
His voice was low and rough. The whole time he kept subtly touching himself, hand resting on his hairy thigh then sliding up to adjust his now fully hard cock through his shorts. My eyes kept going there. I couldn't help it. He noticed every time and just smirked a little. The tight shorts hid nothing, he was hard, thick and circumcised, his dick was stretching down along his thigh and twitching. He was clearly not wearing underwear inside those shorts.
"Very hot tonight," he said after a while. "Air con in this car no good. That why I have to strip off. You mind?"
I shook my head. "No, I don't mind."
"Heat make me very horny," he said casually, like he was talking about the weather. His hand gave his bulge a slow squeeze. "You too? The heat make you horny?"
My face burned. I gulped and nodded.
He glanced over, eyes dark. "You want to help each other out?"
I nodded again before I could talk myself out of it.
As we kept driving he reached over and took my hand, guiding it to his shorts. I slipped it inside to grope him. Fuck it was big. He lifted off the seat and together we pushed them down his thick legs. His big cut dick sprang out, probably about eight inches, but even more noticeable was the thickens, like a beer can, dark and veiny, the head already glistening.
I looked at it and then at his face.
“Can I suck you please Hamza?”
“Yes you do good job. You white boy good at suck.” I blushed scarlet but was undeterred. I wanted it, and my mind was clouded from the risk by the carafes of cheap wine I’d consumed.
I leaned over and took it in my mouth while he drove. It stretched my lips wide around the thick head. The strong aroma from his sweaty cock and balls hit me right away, intense and heady. It was intoxicating and made my horny drunk brain go nuts. He tasted strong and masculine too, a little salty from the pre cum mixed with that sweaty musk. There was even a hint of piss but that only added to the intensity. I was good at head and I started working his cock right away, swirling my tongue around the head, then bobbing to take more of him. I relaxed my throat and pushed deeper, letting the head slide in until I gagged softly around it. He groaned low. "Good. Suck it. You could cocksucker.“
I kept going, working him with my throat and tongue, getting it sloppy and wet. Every time I went down the aroma from his sweaty balls filled my nostrils and it drove me wild, making me moan around him and push even deeper. Spit built up fast. I pulled off for a second to breathe and a thick string of saliva hung from my lips to his glistening shaft. Then I went straight back down, taking him into my throat again, swallowing around the thickness while the strong scent filled my nose and made my drunk brain spin harder. Drool ran down over his balls and soaked into his shorts. My hand stroked the wet base, twisting a little as I sucked hard and messy on the head. Hamza kept one hand on the wheel but his other hand moved to the back of my head, fingers in my hair, not forcing but guiding me deeper. "Fuck, you good at head, boy. Use that throat on my cock."
I moaned around him, the sound muffled and wet. I stayed down longer each time, letting my throat work him, gagging but pushing through it so spit poured out everywhere. My chin was soon slick and dripping. I bobbed faster, getting his whole cock shiny and messy, using my tongue on the underside every time I pulled back while that intoxicating sweaty aroma kept hitting me and turning me on even more. He twitched hard in my mouth and let out another deep groan. "Yeah, just like that. Sloppy white boy mouth. You suck Arab cock real good."
This went on for a good few minutes as he drove through the city. I was completely lost in it, working his dick with my throat and tongue, getting it as sloppy and wet as possible while the strong scent from his sweaty balls and cock made my horny brain go crazy. My own cock was rock hard in my jeans, leaking steadily into my underwear. Every time I swallowed around him he throbbed and groaned. He glanced down at me a few times, watching me take him deep.
Only then did his hand slide down my back, under my waistband. His fingers found my hole while I was still sucking him. He rubbed slow at first, circling it with one fingertip, then pushed the finger in. I was tight but already excited from working his cock, and I moaned louder around him as he fingered me. "Very tight," he muttered. "You like that, eh?" I responded by pressing my ass back towards his finger and moaning on his dick, I hadn’t expected him to play with my hole but I wasn’t going to complain.
I moaned even louder on his dick as he worked a second finger in, stretching me open while I kept sucking. Spit was everywhere now, dripping down his shaft, my chin, and onto the seat. He kept driving with one hand on the wheel and the other inside me, occasionally glancing down to watch me take his cock deep into my throat. My moans were getting desperate and sloppy around him.
“We go somewhere quiet," he said after another minute. He turned off the main roads and headed toward the edge of the city, pulling into a dark waste ground area with old buildings and no lights. He parked in a hidden spot, killed the engine, and pulled my head off his cock.
"Strip now," he ordered.
We both moved to the back seat. I got naked quick. He had me kneel on the back seat, ass up toward him. He spread my cheeks open and paused, staring at my tight hole. It looked creamy white and smooth. I was glad I had shaved the day before. "All hairless and pink," he said against my skin. "Nothing like real man's hole. All fag white boy pussy." He spanked me hard as he said it and I yelped but still wiggled my ass at him. I wanted it bad.
He then buried his face between my cheeks and ate me out, making out with my hole and taint. His hot tongue started slow, licking broad wet strokes over my hole, pressing flat against it and dragging up and down. He circled the rim with the tip, flicking and teasing before sucking the whole thing into his mouth like he was kissing it hungrily. Spit built up fast, making everything slick and messy. He pushed his tongue deep inside, fucking me with it in long strokes, then pulled out to move down to my taint. He sucked hard on the smooth skin there, pulling it between his lips while his beard scratched and rubbed against my ass. I could feel the heat radiating from his face and his hot breath puffing against my wet hole every time he paused to breathe.
He kept going, alternating between deep tongue fucking my hole, sucking on my taint, and long slow licks up my entire crack. Every now and then he would press his whole mouth over my hole and suck hard, making wet sounds that filled the back of the car. His beard was rough and constant against my skin, adding to the sensation. He muttered more dirty talk between licks, his voice low and rough against my ass. "Fuck, this tight white pussy is so pink and smooth."
I moaned like a girl, pushing back hard against his face, trying to get more of his tongue inside me. My hole was twitching and opening for him, and I could feel my cock leaking steadily against the seat below me. He ate me deeper and messier, tongue working nonstop, spit dripping down my balls and thighs. I was shaking, gripping the back of the seat with both hands, moaning nonstop as he devoured my boy pussy. The whole thing felt so dirty and intense, only made more so by the fact it was all so unexpected.
After a while he pulled back. He manhandled me out of the way with his strong hands, shifting me aside so he could move into the middle of the back seat. He spread his legs wide, then grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. I loved the manhandling, the way he just moved me where he wanted with that firm control. It was so hot.
He spit on his big cut dick and pulled me down. "Ride now."
I tried to sink down but it was slow going. He was thick, really thick, and I was still tight from the rimming. The fat head pressed against my hole, stretching me wide as I pushed down. It burned at first, that intense pressure as the head popped inside, but I kept going, working inch after inch of his eight inch cut cock into me. My breath came out shaky. His hands were on my hips, steadying me, but he didn't force it. He just watched with that dark look in his eyes while I struggled to take him. Halfway down I slipped off completely, his cock sliding out with a wet sound. "Please," I begged, voice shaky and desperate. "Put it back in my pussy."
He smirked, an arrogant little curve of his mouth, and guided it back to my hole. "Take it slow, boy. Get used to my dick, I think it bigger than you taken before.” He wasn’t wrong, and it was particularly the girth that was a challenge. I lowered down again, breathing through the stretch, taking more this time. The burn turned into a deep fullness as I sank all the way down until I was fully seated on every thick inch. I could feel him throbbing inside me, hot and hard. I started riding, slow at first, lifting up and sinking back down, getting used to the way he filled me completely. His hands stayed on my hips, guiding the movement, pulling me down onto him each time. "Yeah, just like that. Ride my big cut dick. Your tight fag pussy feels so good squeezing me."
As I rode him, my own dick was soft and flopping around against my stomach with every movement. He noticed and said in that low voice, "Cover that little dick with your hand. It's distracting me. Boy’s like you shouldn’t have them out. You focus on me, you focus on my big dick.”
I nodded and did as he told me, putting my hand over my soft cock to keep it covered and out of the way. I kept riding him like that, hand pressed down over my little dick while I bounced on his thick cock. The control in his voice made it even hotter. At one point I was grinding down hard, his cock rubbing right over my prostate, and I bit down on his shoulder without thinking, moaning into his skin as the pleasure hit me.
I rode him harder, bouncing now, my hand still covering my soft dick. His grip on my hips tightened and he started thrusting up to meet me, making the car rock a little. "Yeah, you take that dick, you little kafir slut.”
I moaned and kept going, finding a rhythm. The car was quiet except for the wet sounds of me riding him and my own breathing. Every time I dropped down he hit something deep inside that made my legs shake. I started moving a little faster, grinding on him when I was fully seated, loving how full I felt. His hairy chest was right in front of me, sweaty and hot, and I could smell that strong masculine scent of him mixed with sex. It made my drunk brain spin even more. He started talking more, voice low and rough. "Bounce on it. Take every inch like a good boy. This white boy pussy was made for Arab cock."
I rode him harder, lifting myself almost entirely of now before pounding back down, one hand on his shoulder for balance. His grip on my hips tightened and he was thrusting up hard to meet me, making the car rock a little. "Fuck, you ride good. Your fag hole is so tight around my dick. You love this, don't you?" I nodded, moaning, unable to form words. He kept talking, dirty and constant. "Look at you, taking my thick cock like a whore. Ride it faster. I want to feel that pussy working me."
But he got impatient. One minute I was bouncing on him and the next his strong hands flipped me off his lap and onto my back on the seat. He pushed my legs up toward my chest, folding me almost in half, and lined up again. "Enough riding. I fuck you now." He thrust in hard, burying himself to the balls in one go. I cried out at the sudden depth. He started pounding me, deep rough thrusts that made the whole car shake. His hairy sweaty chest pressed against me, beard scratching my neck as he leaned in close. "Take it," he growled. "Your tight f*g pussy feel good on my dick. Gripping me so fucking tight."
I moaned and held onto his shoulders, nails digging in as he fucked me hard. Every thrust went deep, stretching me open again and again. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my cum-slick hole filled the car. He kept talking right against my ear, voice low and mean. "This is what you needed, eh? A real man's dick in your white boy pussy. Take it. Take every inch." I could only moan and nod, my own cock trapped between us and leaking steadily onto my stomach. He fucked me like he owned me, hips snapping hard, balls slapping against me. "Gonna breed this tight f*g hole. Fill you up with my cum so you feel it all night."
He kept pounding, the pace brutal and steady, his body hot and sweaty against mine. I was shaking under him, moaning nonstop, the stretch and the dirty talk pushing me higher. "You love Arab cock breeding you, don't you kafir? Say it." "Yes," I gasped. "I love it." He growled and fucked me even harder, the car rocking on its suspension. "Good boy. Your pussy is so wet and sloppy, it belongs to muslim dick now.”
He was getting close, his thrusts turning shorter and harder. "I'm gonna cum," he grunted. "Gonna fill your f*g pussy." He buried himself as deep as he could go and came hard, his cock pulsing thick and hot inside me. I felt every spurt, the hot cum flooding my hole in heavy pulses. He kept grinding against me as he emptied himself, breeding me deep. "Take it all. Every drop in your white boy cunt."
After a long moment he pulled out, cum leaking out of my hole and down my crack onto the seat. We cleaned up quick with tissues from the front, wiping the worst of the mess. My legs felt shaky as I pulled my clothes back on. He drove me back to my hotel without much talking, just the low hum of the engine and the feel of his load still inside me, warm and full. Every bump in the road made me clench around the cum.
When we pulled up outside I turned to him, still feeling his load deep in my ass. "Do you want to come upstairs?"
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