Sex stories

I’ve got a friend, Ashraf — he’s a Moroccan mystic (not religious at all, just mystical). He’s always telling me crazy stories from his home country: spirits, witchcraft, supernatural encounters.

More than once, he’s told me about the famous gnounes (Maghreb guys know what that is, others will discover it).

The gnounes (from the word “gnome”) are small colorful beings, not aggressive at all (like Snow White and the 7 dwarfs, according to Ashraf). They appear at night when young people mess around instead of sleeping. The kids, scared when they see them, hide and instantly stop their nonsense. Supernatural beings (only seen in the Maghreb, he insists) whose mere presence brings people back to reason.

He also had another story, more bizarre — the “sheitan el zeb,” meaning “the demon of sex.”

He said it was a supernatural man who appears at night in the room of an adulterous woman. He dances. You know it’s him because he has pointed ears like Spock, a lean muscular body, dark skin, and… a huge dick swinging while he dances. I was dying laughing…

He appears to warn unfaithful women and make them come back to reason.

— “So what happens after he dances?”
— “Like the gnounes, the woman gets scared and begs him to leave — and is supposed to stop her behavior.”

I’m Arab myself, bisexual, and very into sex (I love dick). I work night shifts in a parking lot. I sit in a small room lit by harsh light surrounded by deep darkness. From 2am to 8am, I watch over the place. Obviously, alone, I watch porn on my tablet.

One night, a guy parks. He gets out, walks toward me — tall, skinny, dark-skinned, with a sharp face.

“Good evening… you know where the toilets are?”
“Yeah, back left.”
“Thanks.”

I notice he has pointed ears with a small piercing… I laugh — is that Spock?

I go back to my videos. Then I feel someone staring. I look up — he’s there, watching me with strange eyes and those weird ears.

“What do you want?”
“Nothing.”
“Alright, good night then.”

I go back to my tablet, thinking vaguely about Ashraf’s story…

Then I look up again… and there it is.

He’s still there, about 100 meters away. His dick is out.

I’m frozen. It’s so huge it almost looks like another person in the shadows… Circumcised, big head — definitely Arab.

No one around. It’s night. I’ve got poppers in my pocket. I go out.

I kneel in front of him, inhale deep, and start sucking him without hesitation. That dick… the best Arab dick I’ve ever sucked — and I’ve sucked a lot…

High on poppers, I think about Ashraf’s demon story. It turns me on — the idea of being a slut sucking some Arab demon with no shame.

Then I hear a deep groan — and I feel his cum filling my mouth. I swallow everything.

He simply says:
“thank you.”

I stand up, look at him — yeah… pointed ears, that face…

He walks away.

I shout:
“are you the sheitan el zeb?”

He turns back, smiling with that Spock face:

“yeah, that’s me. In Morocco I dance. Here, I get sucked by little zemel like you.”