Michael Lucas devoted months of searching with Israeli casting scouts to discover fresh-faced, masculine men that would justly represent how sexually arousing the Men of Israel are. Drawn from various parts of the country, the seven men showcase the diversity of the nation. None of the cast has worked in adult movies prior, but for them it came naturally to perform with such raw sexual passionate that will blow you away.

Running Time:
117 minutes

Released:
07/2009

Studio:
Lucas Entertainment

Director:
Michael Lucas

Categories:
Muscles Anal Safe Sex

Stars:
Morr-Foxx Jonathan Agassi Matan Shalev Avi Dar Guy Ronen Naor Tal

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Arab Boy 1 is five foot nine. He has black hair, brown eyes, and 155 pounds of muscle. His arms bulge, his stomach is tight and defined. His chest is well formed and his nipples stick out from his well-defined chest plates. He is completely smooth. There’s not a hair on him from his neck down. He shaves himself carefully every day. His cock, an eight-inch tool, is thick and cut with a wide hole at the tip of the broad head. His nuts hang low and sway as he walks. He is nineteen years old.

Arab Boy 2 is much the same as boy 1, but with dark brown hair and green fiery eyes. He has the same smooth body, the same big cock, and the same low-hanging nuts. He believes himself to be older and wiser though, after all, he’s twenty.

Arab Boy 1 is mine. I keep him. Keep him well. I have been away from home though. I’ve been gone six weeks and I won’t be back for another three. My boy is lonely, and needs attention. That’s why he’s asked boy 2 to come play with him. What neither Arab boy knows though, is that the room they are about to play in has eyes and ears–my eyes and ears. There are video cameras and microphones covering the whole room.

The Arab boys are oblivious to this. They can only think of the session they are about to undertake. They enter the room and boy 1 tells boy 2 that he needs to be punished for errors in his housekeeping and that he will submit to anything that boy 2 commands.

Boy 2 tells boy 1 to strip, and the younger boy obeys, showing off his soon to be punished body. He turns around and bends over, showing off his tight little butt hole. He shows boy 2 how he can shove his finger into his smooth hole, working it in and out. He adds a second finger, then a third, probing and opening his tight boy butt.

Boy 1 watches, almost dispassionately. He chooses a medium-sized butt plug from a nearby shelf, lubes it, and slowly walks up behind boy 1. He runs his hand over the perfect mounds of boy 1’s ass. With a quick movement, he shoves the butt plug into the exposed hole. Boy 1 moans softly.

Boy 1 asks boy 2 to strip and play with him. Boy 2 strips to a jock and orders boy 1 to the floor. Boy 2 tells his new playmate that he is going to punish his cock and nuts. Boy 1 sits on the floor and waits. Boy 2 walks around him slowly and then throws down a large silver cock ring. Boy one carefully installs the ring. Next boy 2 walks over to boy 1 with a handful of plastic rods. They range from 1/8th inch to 3/8ths inch thick and all are 10 inches long. Boy 2 orders boy 1 to fuck his cock with them.

Boy 1 takes one of the 1/8th inch rods and starts to play with his cock-hole with it. After teasing his hole for a few moments with the rod he shoves it down his cock. He sits for a moment, staring at his cock. It twitches and bobs as the rod slowly oozes back out of the pouting lips. Slowly, he removes it. Next, he repeats the process with a 1/4 inch rod. The 3/8ths inch rod is next, it doesn’t go in easily. His cock swells as the rod is slowly fed through the slit.

After he withdraws the largest rod, boy 1 looks up at boy 2. Boy 2 hands him another 1/8th inch rod and commands him to slide it back in. Now, add another rod, boy 2 commands. Shove in more 1/8th inch rods until you can hold no more. Four rods disappear into the hot cock, then five, then six. Stand up! boy 2 commands. Show off you hot stuffed cock. Hold it high and show off your rods.

Boy 1 is ordered back to the floor and is allowed to remove the rods from his hot, stiff cock. Boy 2 now hands boy 1 a catheter and orders him to shove it into his cock. Down it slides, stretching the skin, opening the cock hole as the inches disappear into the swollen, red cock-head. As it penetrates, boy 1’s piss starts to flow and he is ordered to clamp it and inflate the bulb on the end so that it cannot escape.

Boy 1 is now ready. Boy 2 grabs him, pulls him up standing, and leads him to the center of the room. His arms are extended over his head and stretched out wide. He is secured to rings set in the ceiling. The ropes that hold him are tied around his wrists and hold him taut. Next, boy 2 spreads boy 1’s legs wide and ties them to bolts set in the floor. Boy 1 can’t move. He is spread wide, his ass is butt-plugged and waiting, his tits are ready, and his nuts hang low between his spread thighs.

Boy 2 moves to stand in front of boy 1. He grabs his own cock and shows it to boy 1. He grabs one of the small plastic rods and plays with his cock hole. He teases boy 1 with the sight of it. Suddenly, he shoves the full length of the rod down his fat cock. He pushes it down deep until the hole closes over the end of it. Boy 2 continues to work the rod until it’s fully embedded, deep in his cock. He lets it soak in him while he reaches up and plays with boy 1’s tits.

Boy 1 squirms against his bonds as boy 2 twists his hard little tits. Slowly, the rod sneaks out of boy 2’s cock and boy 2 removes it and pushes another, larger rod, into himself, again playing with his cock hole before pushing it down. After three rods, boy 2 stands in front of boy 1 and works a catheter into his own boy-cock. He sets it so that it too cannot sneak out. Boy 2 now returns his attention to boy 1. He walks up to boy 1 and grabs the big nuts. He pulls them down hard and stretches the sack. Boy 2 puts a parachute harness on boy 1’s nuts and adds three pounds of weight. The weight pulls boy 1’s nuts down deep in the sack, and boy 1 jerks in his bonds. Boy 2 now adds a wide leather ball-stretcher above the parachute harness, further stretching the already stretched out nuts. Each snap sends shivers up boy 1.

Boy 1 hangs stretched and butt-plugged. A ball stretcher encases his nuts and three pounds of weight pull them down. He tosses his head, wild with the sensation, and then looks at boy 2, wondering what could be next. Boy 2 is a long way from being done. He adds a set of chained tit clamps to boy 1’s smooth, muscled chest. Boy 1 breaths in sharply as the tit clamps are set on his hard, dark nipples.

Boy 2 now walks around boy 1, trailing his fingers from the chained tits to the smooth curve of the ass. He grabs the butt plug and pulls it out. He inserts his fingers, two to start. He works on boy 1’s hot tight butt hole for a while, then adds a third finger. Boy 1 squirms in his bonds. The weight on his balls bounces and the chain on his tits rattles softly. Boy 2 is now working four fingers deep into that teenage butt hole. Driving them deep, he spreads the cheeks and stretches the hole. He pulls out his fingers and slowly shoves a dildo up boy 1’s waiting butt. The dildo, wide and long, disappears into boy 1, slowly sinking into the hot hole. Boy 2 works the dildo in and out with long, slow strokes. Boy 1 gets hard again. The end of the catheter dangles lazily from the tip of his erect cock.

After five minutes of dildo fucking boy 2 shoves a larger black plug into boy 1 and moves back around to the front. He hefts boy 1’s cock and feels the tube snaking into boy 1. He drains boy 1 into a bucket. The piss runs out while boy 2 brings over a small step ladder. Boy 2 grabs boy 1’s catheter, clamps it, and puts a piece of clear tubing into the end. He takes the other end and sticks it into his own catheter. He steps up the ladder and unclamps boy 1’s catheter. He does the same to his own and watches the piss flow from himself down into boy 1. Boy 1’s eyes open wide at the sensation. When the flow stops boy 1 clamps both catheters and disconnects them.

Now boy 2 removes the weights from boy 1’s stretched nuts, unfastens the boy from his bonds and lays him face up on a table. Again, boy 1 is spread out wide. His arms are tied over his head to the table legs. His knees are bent and his ankles are tied to his thighs with ropes stretching them out wide so boy 2 can work on his nuts, cock, and ass easily.

The final desecration of boy 1 is about to begin. Boy 2 pulls the butt plug out and shoves four fingers hard into boy 1. He works them deeply with plenty of lube. His hand bangs against boy 1’s stretched ass skin. Slowly, boy 2 works his thumb into the hole. Now his hand is moving toward full penetration of boy 1. The hole opens and opens. Boy 2 increases the pressure and boy 1’s ass-ring spreads around the wide knuckles of the hand. Suddenly, boy 2’s hand pops into boy 1’s dark chute. The ass twitches and clasps at boy 2’s embedded hand. Boy 1 lets out a long sigh.

Boy 2 stands with a rigid cock, a tube running out of it, and his hand deep inside boy 1’s ass. He starts to fist boy 1. His pecs and his bicep flex and bulge as he starts to punch his hand into boy 1’s ass. He works his hand deeper and deeper. Boy 1 lays there, dripping sweat, his hard cock standing in the air, his tits aching from the clamps, and his stretched nuts bouncing and pounding. He groans loudly as boy 2 begins to twist and rotate the buried hand while continuing to work it in and out of the tight ass. Boy 2 grabs the bound nuts with his free hand and squeezes them each time he shoves his fist deep into boy 1’s asshole. Boy 2’s arm sinks in past the mid-point of his forearm and boy 1’s body snaps tight, straining at his bonds as he endures a spunkless come.

Boy 1 is fisted for what seems like hours. Finally, boy 2 pulls his hand free. Boy 1’s hole slowly closes around a waiting butt plug. Boy 2 removes boy 1’s catheter and jerks boy 1’s hard as steel, purple-headed cock. Boy 1 shoots over his head, hitting the wall. Spurt after spurt shoots from boy 1. His cock won’t stop contracting. As boy 1 lays, spent and bound, boy 2 stands over him so boy 1 can watch his large cock. Boy 2 removes his catheter and jerks his load onto boy 1’s softening cock and bound nuts. Boy 2 lets his fire-hose stream of cum drench boy 1. When boy 2 is done, his final act before letting boy 1 free is to grab boy 1’s large, bound up nuts and slap them and squeeze them. When he is done, boy 2 releases the nuts, removes the tit clamps, pulls out the butt plug, and unties his slave friend. Boy 1 sits up, plays with his cock, plays with boy 2’s cock, moves down to boy 2’s low-hanging nuts, grabs them hard, squeezes them and says, “Now your’e mine asshole!!”

The Arab Boy with the Bulge

I followed you as you went from ride to ride at the town’s bazar. When I first spotted you it was your short black curly hair that caught my eye but soon my eyes wandered down your fit body to my desired spot. Your Arab bulge was massive underneath the tight stone washed jeans you were wearing. I knew I had to have you right then.

You caught my stare a few times and you could tell I was interested, and the way your bulge strained in your pants I knew you were interested too. I watched as you talked to your friends then left them. As you left I saw you look back over your shoulder to see if I was still following you. When you noticed me I noticed a smile cross your pretty full lips.

For a moment I imagined how wonderful those lips would feel around my cock and I felt more stirrings in my groin. Yes I was following and even though as a fifty two year old man I knew it was a little creepy to be stalking such a handsome Arab boy, I just couldn’t help the pull of longing that had a hold on me.

I watched as you went into the barn that housed all the ribbon winners from the day’s animal judging. The barn was dark and empty, most of the animals long since asleep as I continued to follow. I watched as you went into an empty stall, peeking over your shoulder one last time to make sure I was still there.

I went into the stall behind you and then you opened your lovely mouth and finally spoke.

“I know you want me!” You said and tilted your head as you brushed the hair out of your eyes. Your confidence made me want you even more.

“That I do son. You are very sexy but you are also very young!” I responded.

“Old man, I am old enough to know hunger in someone’s eyes. And by the looks of that bulge in your pants you are very hungry!” You said this to me as you started rubbing the front of your pants. My own cock twitched in my pants.

You told me you were nineteen and that you loved sex with older white guys. You never told me your name though. I was relieved to know you were of legal age, after all I was attracted to your youthful good looks but I wasn’t the type of guy who pursued boys that weren’t of legal age.

You then went right for me and pulled my head into yours and gave me a deep French kiss. I accepted your tongue and offered mine right back. Your smell was wonderful, a musky odor that was playing against the stench of animals asleep in the barn.

I felt your hand as it reached down and started stroking my cock through my pants, a wetness formed in my silk underwear as you continued to rub. I responded by rubbing your magnificent package. You were so big my hand couldn’t even compare to your size. I had to see this piece immediately. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled your belt and freed your monster. You were rock hard and the veins throbbed and stuck out of your ten inch shaft. Your length was only surpassed by your thickness, I had to use both hands to actually get a complete grip around the tool.

I began to stroke this prize that was standing proudly in front of me, the dark purple head called to me with its sticky gift leaking so heavily from the tip. I dropped my head and licked the sweet salty liquid, the splendid taste sent shivers throughout my body. I opened my mouth as wide as I could to swallow your cock. The stretch of my jaw muscles caused a bit of discomfort but the pain was worth the feeling of having your warm hard rod in my mouth. I slid my mouth as far as a could down your pole. I swallowed inch after inch of your hardness I could take no more as I reached half way. Your thickness completely filled my throat and when I reached my limit I backed off. I repeated this movement as I swirled my tongue on the under region of your cock.

I heard deep moans escape your throat and felt as your hips began to rock back and forth to fuck my mouth. I used both my hands and slid them up and down in time with my blow job. The spit that was escaping my lips allowed your shaft to be nicely lubricated making my hands slide even smoother. Your moans started to increase and I sped up my sucking and swirling.

I felt as you stared to really push your hips forward and I accepted even more of your Arab hugeness down my throat. The heat of the moment and my desire allowed me to succumb to even more of your inches and in no time I had three quarters of your rod in my throat. I worked my hands faster as you pumped your hips harder. You were thoroughly enjoying yourself and let me know what a great job I was doing.

“Oh yes pops! Your mouth is so hot … Yes suck my hard young Arab cock you dirty old bastard. Take it right down your throat! That’s it old man suck me! God yes I am so close … I am fucking your face!” You cried.

Your words encouraged me more to get you to the Promised Land and soon my hands and head were a blur as I sucked with reckless abandon. I felt you grip the back of my head and shove your thick Arab cock as deep as my throat would allow. You rose up on the balls of your feet and then I felt the fire in my mouth as you exploded. I tried to keep up with each rope you blasted in my throat but was unable to take such a massive load.

“OOOOOOOHhhhhhhhhhh GGGGOOODDDD IIIII’MMMMM CCCCCCCUMMMMIIINGG RRRIIGGHTTT DDDDOOOWWWN YYYOOOURR TTTHHRRROOAAATT!” You yelled.

When I finished cleaning up all the remnants of your heavenly juice you looked at me with satisfied eyes and said.

“Shit Pops that was the best fucking blow job I have ever had! So what can I do for you?”

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“Son I want you to take that huge piece of Arab meat and fuck me hard in my ass!” I told the handsome Arab boy then I noticed his cock get hard again. I wanted that beautiful piece deep in my bowels and quickly undressed and bent over the rails of the stall.

I heard him spit on his cock and rub it into his pole. I felt the hot hardness as it touched my back hole and I shivered in anticipation. The first push hurt a bit as I felt my ass resist a bit. As I felt him sliding deeper in my rectum the sensation was incredible. My ass gripped his young pole and I could feel every vein as he pushed further in me. I was soon filled to beyond capacity but I wanted all of his cock in me. I thrust my hips back to encourage him to keep going. I panted and started sweating from the increased pressure in my bowels.

He finally made it all the way inside and I could feel his balls tapping against my own and his body was tight to mine. He stopped for a second to make sure I was comfortable with his presence. Then he started backing his cock out of my tight hole. He was scratching an itch that burned deep within me and I loved it. Soon he was thrusting in time, slowly at first but soon his need took over and he was pounding my ass hard and fast.

My cock was straining and leaking and I gripped it. I slowly stroked my cock as the youth pounded my ass from behind. My precum was leaking like a faucet as I enjoyed the backdoor pleasure the boy was giving me. I could hear his moans as he thrust time and time again. God it felt so good to have this young boy fucking my ass with his monster cock. I had never felt so full in my life!

I increased the speed of my jerking and my cock was soon covered in my slippery ooze. Then I felt his hand move mine away and he took over the grip on my throbbing cock. My hand felt good but his had was magnificent as it slid up and down my pole in perfect time with his thrusts in my ass. I began to urge him on.

“Yes Arab stud fuck my hot ass! Oh son your hand feels so good, your cock feels so good in my tight white ass! Yes … keep fucking me you hot bastard!”

“Ohhhhhhh pops I am going to fill your ass with so much Arab cum you are gonna think you was having an enema! Your ass is so tight around my cock. Your cock feels so good in my hand. Come on Pop’s cum all over my hand!” He responded. His thrusts were lightning fast and I knew he was close to cumming. I wanted it to last a bit longer and I also wanted to look at him when he came deep in my ass so I pulled away from him.

He was confused for a second but I told him what I wanted and then I lay down in the hay lifting my hips in the air. He got on top of me and put my legs on his shoulder so my ass was in just the right place for his beautiful cock. He didn’t even take his time when he plunged back into me. For a minute I thought he might make it all the way to my stomach when his cock drove in me.

The Arab boy with the bulge looked deep into my eyes as he pistoned his cock in and out of me once more. He reached down with his hand and grabbed my cock again. He was pile driving my ass and I recognized the look on his face, one that I have had many times in my life. His speed increased and he moaned as he thrust forward, driving his cock to the hilt. My tight ass gripped him hard and I felt his cock throb and explode as he sent jet after jet of his young cum deep into my bowels. At the same time my body jerked and my cock spasmed in his hands as my orgasm gripped me. My orgasm was so intense it sent a thick rope of cum from my cock high in the air and it landed right on my own face.

The Arab boy with the bulge pulled out of my ass and took his hands and wiped the cum from my face and then licked his fingers. He quickly got dressed and then asked me for a pen. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote his name and phone number on it then handed it to me. He then looked at me and said anytime I wanted to be fucked to give him a call.

Der Film ist berührend. Die Dokumentarfilmerin Hatice Ayten lässt türkische Schwule, Lesben und Transgender aus Istanbul und Berlin in Interviews zu Wort kommen: Sie erzählen eindrücklich von ihrem Alltag, ihren Konflikten mit den Normen der türkischen Gesellschaft und vom Kampf um Freiräume. Dazwischen geschnitten ist eine Szene, in der Polizisten während einer Gay-Demo in Istanbul mit Schlagstöcken auf die Demonstranten einprügeln.

Hatice Ayten wurde am 3. Dezember in Köln für ihren Arte-Film »Out of Istanbul« mit dem Felix-Rexhausen-Preis vom Bund Lesbischer und Schwuler JournalistInnen (BLSJ) ausgezeichnet. Dass es der Autorin gelungen ist, alle Beteiligten »im Film gleichberechtigt zu Wort kommen zu lassen«, hob die Jury in ihrer Laudatio besonders hervor.

Der Preis, der seit 1998 jährlich vom BLSJ verliehen wird, würdigt das besondere Engagement bei der Berichterstattung über Lesben und Schwule. Der Sonderpreis der Jury ging in diesem Jahr an Harald Raabe für das Themenheft »Homosexualität im Alter« der Zeitschrift »Pro Alter«, herausgegeben vom Kuratorium Deutsche Altershilfe.

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It’s Saturday night, and Sami is feeling the Middle Eastern dance tracks of DJ I.Z.’s set at Habibi. Upstairs at the Stonewall Inn for the monthly roaming party, he pushes through a thicket of men and hits the makeshift dance floor, where he and an Egyptian friend break into freestyle belly dancing. A gay Muslim Moroccan, Sami loves Arabic pop music but rarely gets to dance to it.

But Sami (like most of the people in this article, he requested that his real name be withheld) does go dancing often. Sure, he frequents Splash, Therapy, and other homo hot spots, where the Habibi devotees blend into the city’s multicultural stew pot. Yes, they arrive from diverse—and sometimes harrowing—backgrounds. And yes, they’ve experienced various degrees of anti-Arab fallout from September 11—but most remain closeted to some degree, and once in a while, they just want to hang with their homies.

Finding other gay Arabs wasn’t always so easy. In the early ’90s, Jennifer Camper, a first-generation Lebanese-American, sought out other lesbian Arabs. The first she met ominously whispered: “I have a list of seven names.” At that time, few Arab immigrants self-identified as gay; finding them in the pre-Internet age posed a challenge, since there was no official lesbian social group, like Assal for women, or places like Habibi.

What did exist was a local branch of the national Gay & Lesbian Arab Society (GLAS). The group met twice monthly at the LGBT Community Center. Immigrants were terrified to attend their first GLAS meetings, lest someone see them and tell their family. Even today, Arab families—the primary, all-important social unit—place immense pressure on their children to marry. It’s still common for gay Arabs to do so, then take an out-of-town job while sending money back home. Those who are able to attend college abroad enjoy a reprieve—but once back home, they face an arranged marriage.

Politics and religion exert more pressure to stay in the closet. In most Arab countries, homosexuality is not only illegal, but the penalties for it are also harsh—including torture and death. The infamous “Cairo 52″ were arrested by police who broke up a boat party on the Nile River in 2001; the men were beaten, exposed, publicly humiliated, and imprisoned for up to five years. In Islamic-fundamentalist nations like Iran, gay men are allegedly hanged.

Although Islam remains the dominant religion in the Middle East, it accounts for only half of our Arab immigrants. Most others are Christian, with a smattering of Jews. “A lot of people not from the Arab community don’t understand the large role religion and ethnicity play in the typical Middle Easterner,” says current GLAS president Nadeem, himself an Iraqi immigrant. That’s why the group employs a rule: No religious or political discussions. For GLAS members struggling to reconcile their religion and sexuality and requiring additional guidance from their peers, the organization directs them to specialized support networks like the gay Muslim group Al-Fatiha and the gay Catholic group Dignity.

Even within those very strict boundaries, the meetings could become unexpectedly emotional and therapeutic. Nadeem recounts leading a gay discussion group a few years back. Thinking it’d be a neat icebreaker, he asked the guys to describe—without going into graphic detail—their first same-sex encounter and what made it special. “About 10 people were in the discussion,” he recalls, “and for three of them, their first experience was being raped. I was like: ‘Whoa, OK—I guess we’ll have to talk about this.’ ”

In 2005, GLAS discontinued its meetings. By then, the women had splintered into Assal, and most men socialized at Habibi. But another demographic was making itself known in the gay Arab-American world: “hummus queens”— gay men attracted to Arabs. Not that all hummus queens were on the make: One attended to seek advice on how to help his closeted Arab partners come out.

The real death knell for GLAS meetings was the Internet, which offered anonymity, safety, and thousands of friends. A local LGBT Arab online forum thrives on Yahoo (subscribers can join at glas.org); discussions range from the struggles of coming out and the newbies in town to relevant entertainment—such as the first gay Arab film, Toul Omri (All My Life).

Even in the Internet age, a savvier new breed of immigrants must deal with violence from the old country and family pressures.

Kamar, a Lebanese immigrant from a liberal family, effortlessly assimilated into American culture. When he settled in New York, he didn’t care to cultivate friendships with other Arabs—yet he recalls being afraid to come out to his parents because of a childhood incident in his native Beirut. He, a brother, and his mom were walking outside when gunfire erupted: “She threw us into a corner and shielded us with her body, so if a bullet came it would hit her instead of us,” he recalls. “I can remember every detail of that day—her dress, everything. My mom was willing to die for me. I couldn’t come out to her. I didn’t want to upset her. How could I?”

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