arabs-above-all:He saw you. He saw right through you.He saw that you—a white, western gay boy—had co
arabs-above-all:He saw you. He saw right through you.He saw that you—a white, western gay boy—had come less for the game than for the crowd. It took barely a nod from from him to get you to follow him out, for you to sink to your knees, and for you to get hard and eager when he slapped you across the face and said, “Open your mouth, faggot.” He fucked your face roughly, grunted and swore at you. He used two hands to hold your head tight to him while his cock choked you for air and he spilled a load of hot, salty Muslim cum down your throat.“Thank you, sir,” you told him and he zipped up. He kicked you. “Wait here, dog.” Over the next hour he led back five more men and watched and laughed as they used you.Eventually, the game was over, the stadium was emptying, and he prepared to leave you, soajed in a puddle of cum and piss. He pulled out his phone. “Number,” he said. You were confused. “Number.” He repeated firmly. You told him your digits and he put them into his phone. He walked closer and took a picture of your face: split lip now starting to swell, the red cheek that would bruise by tonight.“Good. I will text you the next time my friends and I get together.” “Yes, sir.” You couldn’t wait. -- source link