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Scott and Anthony walked arm in arm along the beach, headed back to their hotel. Everything about this holiday had turned out to be wonderful, the beach, the Bosporus sea, the clubs and nightlife in Istanbul. They had spent days exploring palaces and the Grand Bazaar, bought some marvelous cloth and rugs to take home and decorate, but most of all, they were enjoying the time to be together.

Back home in the States, each of them had a career that was very important to them. Unfortunately, both of them worked in a field where their sexual orientation could have caused them to lose career, reputation, everything. Never even mind the interracial angle. And so their relationship always had to be a secret. They had separate apartments, separate lives, and were lucky to steal a few hours together deep in the night, always hiding and worrying.

The vacation had been years in the planning, but it had been done, and had proven well worth it.

Two marvelous weeks of going places together openly, holding hands, kissing, relaxing at the Hamam, dancing at the Douche Club, sampling the exotic wares in the Bazaar, but probably the best times of all were the times alone in their hotel room with no pressure and no worries.

They laughed together and joked about it being their honeymoon.

And tonight was their last night.

They walked together in companionable silence, hands intertwined, the moon shining down on them like a blessing, the waves shushing all thoughts and worries about tomorrow and the days to follow.

Entering their motel room, Scott dimmed the lights and turned to take Anthony in his arms for a lingering kiss. Slowly, they undressed each other in silence, as if words might break the fragile spell that kept them in this fantasyland. The smell of exotic spices drifted in the window and mixed with the scent of male musk that rose from them as they explored each others bodies as if for the first time.

Anthony lingered over Scott’s chest and arms as he slowly slid the shirt back to expose them. He had always loved the glossy black curls that covered Scott’s muscular chest and held the scent of him. Burying his nose in them he savored the scent that was Scott, male perfume mixed with heady spices, he rubbed his face against the full curves of Scott’s pecs, reaching out a long tongue to give the nipples a quick, teasing swipe, watching them grow hard and listening to Scott’s heartbeat quicken.

He stepped away slightly and Scott ran his hands up under his polo shirt, drawing it off over Anthony’s head and up his arms to the wrists, then using it as a bit of light bondage, drawing Anthony’s arms behind his back, twisted and caught in the fabric. Anthony caught his breath and put his head back, eyes closed with pleasure as Scott’s sharp teeth nipped at his tits, the tiny pinpoints of pain lancing through him to make his cock tingle with desire. Scott’s hot breath teased his sensitive skin as he slowly knelt down in front of him, kissing him lightly over his deep chocolate six pack, working his way with tiny licks and nips to the ticklish spot right below his navel.

Anthony giggled and tried to twist away, starting a gentle wrestling match that wound up with them falling onto the bed, Scott wrapped around his back and nuzzling his neck. The gentle tickling resolved into a tingle that started a deep warmth in Anthony’s groin, especially as his wiggling butt brought an answering heat and the swelling of Scott’s big cock through his slacks.

Rubbing his hard dick against Anthony’s hard ass, Scott worked his hands beneath his ebony lover and slid them down the front of his pants to tease and stroke with just the tips of his pale fingers the hard on now raging for release.

Anthony managed to roll over beneath him, and quickly unfastened Scotts slacks and jerked them down to release that massive pale prick, throbbing hot pink from desire. He smiled and took it in his dark hand for a few quick strokes before Scott sat up on Anthonys legs and trapped him so he could do the same, unfastening and pulling Anthonys pants down to his thighs. An equally massive black cock stood proud and rock hard as Scotts pale hand surrounded it.

Moaning with pleasure, Anthony managed to recapture Scotts pole with one hand, squeezing his balls with the other and began stroking it slowly, teasing, running his thumb over the head to spread the first drop of precum, bringing Scotts prick to maximum distention, its color darkening to almost purple as the blood rushed in.

Scott rolled away, reaching and scrabbling around in the bedside table drawer for the anal lube. Anthony rolled with him and slid down the bed so he could wrap full, dark lips around that pale prick. A shuddering groan of passion escaped from Scotts broad chest as he dropped the lube and rested both hands in Anthonys short, dense black hair and twisted his fingers in it.

“Oh God,” he moaned, “you’re going to make me cum!”

Anthony chuckled around a mouthful of hard cock and the vibrations only served to excite Scott even more. Involuntarily his butt flexed, thrusting the hard prick deeper into Anthony’s greedy mouth. Anthony hummed with pleasure.

The vibrations traveling down his shaft into his balls were the final straw and Scott felt the cum rush up from inside of him, his dick exploding in Anthonys warm, sucking mouth, draining him until he felt as if he were turning inside out, he couldn’t stop himself from shoving Anthony down on him as his hips thrust hard at his black lovers face.

Pleasure and pain became an unbearable combination as Anthony continued to suck him until his dick helplessly responded by becoming aroused and rock hard yet again. Then, at last, Anthony released him from his mouth, and looked up at him, white teeth flashing in his face in a satisfied smile.

“Are you pleased with yourself?” Scott asked, teasing.

“Almost…”

Anthony replied, then picked up the anal lube where it was sitting on the floor and began coating Scotts screamingly sensitive prick with it, stroking him to throbbing passion again, before, with a smile, slowly and carefully lowering his tight black ass over that shuddering pale cock, engulfing it into the hot, tight, slick dark cave.

Scott closed his eyes and moaned, then reached down and captured that black, throbbing prick, squeezing and stroking to bring a few drops of precum to the head, then spreading them as they dribbled down the shaft. He cupped Anthonys dark balls as Anthony slowly, carefully began to ride the pale dick, sliding himself up and down, spreading his ass cheeks to take Scott deep inside him, his eyes closed and head tilted back, looking like an African Prince. Scott never got enough of looking at his beautiful lover and marveling that this man was his.

As Scott began stroking that big black cock, harder and faster, Anthony increased his speed, ramming himself down on Scott’s hard dick, a moaning beginning deep in his throat as he ground his hard ass against Scott’s balls, sucking that hard white dick into his tight anus while Scott stroked his black cock harder and faster and now thrust himself up into him. Their rhythm and heat increased until Anthony cried out in orgasm, his creamy cum shooting high into the air and coating Scott’s hand and chest.

Anthony freed one hand and rubbed his own cum into Scott’s chest hairs as Scott began spasming, pouring yet another load of hot cum into Anthony’s hard ass, grabbing him by the hips and slamming him down as he thrust as deep as he could inside of the dark cave of pleasure.

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I know posts have been scarce recently; I've been traveling around Connecticut and New York with my sister. I've been trying to decide what to do. I don't think I'm going to return to Lebanon right now, I'll see what's in store for me here first. I think I'm going to go to Chicago; I have friends there. Then I'll go back to my old twice-per-day posting routine. I hve a lot to say, anyway.

In the past few days, there have been reports in the Western media about arrests of gay men in Saudi Arabia, starting with South Africa's Independent Online. It says it's from al-Watan, but I don't know if it's al-Watan from Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Oman, or even al-Watan al-Arabi, and I don't feel like searching for it to compare the English with the Arabic. A quote:

Saudi authorities arrested 20 young men after raiding a suspected gay wedding in the southern town of Jizan, a newspaper reported on Wednesday.

The detainees, who were among some 400 men attending "the wedding party of two men" on Tuesday, had been "emulating women," the Al-Watan paper said.

In all, some 250 people were detained in the police raid on the party but the rest were later released.

Police had "arrested the wanted people and released those who have nothing to do with the matter," the paper quoted a police commander as saying.

Some guests were also seen chewing qat, an illegal narcotic widely used in neighbouring Yemen, on a hill above the square where the party was being held, Al-Watan said.

This really isn't surprising. Gay people being arrested, and homosexuality being linked to socially unacceptable (at least on the surface) vices such as drug use and femininity. I mean, the guests were probably using qat as al-Watan states. But who doesn't? That's like reporting young men in Morocco for smoking kif or Egypt for shisha.

It's all demonization. People who themsleves have used qat will act outraged at the use of others, when really they're attacking something else - a commonly-used tactic. There's an extremely few people who will stand up for the rights of gay people in the Middle East to live unbothered, especially when they are portrayed as effeminate drug users.

I hope the media will cover what happens to these young men. If the fact that the story's barely been touched b Western media is any indicator, however, I don't expect to see too much more of this story, unless they're publicly hanged - doubtful after the Iran scandal.

One question - why isn't the gay media pouncing on this? Why did they pounce on Iran and not KSA? Saudi Arabia has an equally horrible gay rights record. I don't evern want to think about the discrepancy; my mind gets carried away with conspiracy, bias, and unscrupulous foreign policy.