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Gay Parking Hookup: Dominant Arab Guy Takes Control in Raw Street Encounter
Published on 19/04/2026
Hey, I’m Amir, 23, French. Been gay my whole life. This happened when I was 19.

It was a weekday night, around 11 PM, I was coming back home after work. I parked in the underground parking of my building, badly lit like always.

As soon as I stepped out, I saw a guy leaning against a column: tall, built, short beard, Nike cap low on his face, grey tracksuit showing a thick bulge.

A real street Arab guy, around 25–28, tanned skin, dark eyes scanning you instantly.

He looked me up and down without saying a word. My heart started racing.

I pretended nothing happened and walked toward the elevator, but he called me in a deep voice:
“Hey you, come here.”

I turned around. He already had his hand in his pants, slowly stroking himself. His dick was halfway out: thick, veiny, circumcised, already half hard. Fuck, it was huge.

“You like big Arab dicks, huh? I saw you staring.”

Before I could answer, he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the cold wall.

His hand went straight to my ass, squeezing it hard through my jeans.
“Yeah, nice little fag ass. It’s gonna take my dick tonight.”

He pulled my jeans down roughly, no asking. I was already hard as hell.

He spit in his hand and shoved two fingers inside me instantly. I moaned like a slut.
“Shut up or I’ll fuck you dry.”

He pulled out his big hard dick, at least 20–22 cm, thick and heavy.

He pushed me to my knees on the dirty concrete.
“Suck.”

I opened wide. He shoved it deep down my throat immediately, no mercy.

He grabbed my head with both hands and fucked my mouth hard, his balls hitting my chin. I was drooling, choking… and loving it.

“Yeah, take it all, you dirty slut.”

After a few minutes fucking my throat, he pulled me up, turned me to the wall and spread my ass.

He spat on my hole and pushed his thick head against me.

With one direct thrust, he drove half his dick inside. I screamed.

“Take it, open up.”

He started pounding harder and deeper. Each thrust lifted me on my toes.

The sound of his hips slamming my ass echoed through the parking.

He slapped my ass, insulting me:
“You’re just an Arab dick slut. That ass is made for this.”

He went faster, growling like an animal. My legs were shaking.

He grabbed my hips and jackhammered me for long minutes.

I felt his dick swelling inside me.

“I’m gonna fill you up. Take it.”

With a deep groan, he pushed all the way in and came.

I felt his hot, thick load filling me, so much of it.

He stayed buried inside while finishing.

When he pulled out, cum was dripping down my thighs.

He pulled his pants up, slapped my ass one last time and said:
“Next time I’ll take you home with my boys. Be ready.”

Then he left like nothing happened.

I went back upstairs, still stretched, full of his load, smiling like a happy slut…

To be continued.
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