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Hairy Arab Gay Bearded Barber Hookup – A Close Shave with Raw Passion

The scent of sandalwood and aftershave filled the air as Kareem pushed open the heavy wooden door of the barbershop. It was an old-school place, the kind where men sat for hours, sipping mint tea while getting their beards trimmed. The low hum of clippers mixed with Arabic music playing softly in the background.

He had been coming here for years, but today, something felt different.

“You’re late,” a deep voice rumbled from the back of the shop.

Kareem turned, his eyes locking onto Omar, the shop’s owner. A mountain of a man, Omar was all broad shoulders, thick arms, and a beard so perfectly groomed it made other men jealous. His shirt stretched across his massive chest, and as he stepped forward, Kareem felt his pulse quicken.

“Had a long night,” Kareem smirked, settling into the chair.

🔥 The First Touch 🔥

Omar draped a towel around his shoulders, his fingers lingering on Kareem’s neck longer than necessary. “I can tell,” he murmured, his voice low. “You look like you need more than just a shave.”

Kareem’s lips parted slightly, a heat pooling in his stomach. “And what else do you think I need?”

Omar said nothing. Instead, he tilted Kareem’s head back, his strong hands gripping his jaw. The blade glided over his skin, the warmth of Omar’s fingers sending a shiver down his spine.

The shop was empty, the last customer having left minutes ago. It was just the two of them now.

🔥 More Than a Trim 🔥

The scrape of the razor was slow, deliberate. Omar leaned in closer, his breath hot against Kareem’s cheek. The scent of his cologne—woodsy, masculine, intoxicating—filled the space between them.

Then, the blade was set down.

Omar’s fingers traced Kareem’s freshly shaven jaw, his thumb brushing over his lips. “Smooth,” he whispered.

Kareem swallowed hard. “You gonna test it properly?”

Omar smirked. Without another word, he pulled Kareem up from the chair, their bodies pressing together, the heat between them undeniable. Their beards brushed as their lips met in a deep, demanding kiss.

The kiss was rough, urgent, years of unspoken tension breaking free. Omar’s hands gripped Kareem’s waist, pulling him closer. Kareem moaned against his mouth, fingers tangling in Omar’s thick, dark hair.

Then, Omar turned them, pushing Kareem against the wooden counter. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he growled.

🔥 No Holding Back 🔥

Omar’s hands roamed down, gripping Kareem’s thighs, lifting him effortlessly onto the counter. The muscles in his arms flexed as he spread Kareem’s legs, pressing between them.

“You trust me?” Omar’s voice was husky, filled with promise.

Kareem smirked. “You’ve had a razor to my throat for years. Think I’ll survive.”

That was all the encouragement Omar needed.

His hands tore at Kareem’s belt, yanking his pants down in one swift motion. The cool air against his skin made Kareem shiver, but the warmth of Omar’s body pressing against him sent a jolt of electricity through him.

Omar’s lips trailed down his neck, teeth scraping against sensitive skin. His beard left a delicious burn in its wake, a reminder of just how rough this man could be.

🔥 Beards, Sweat, and Pure Desire 🔥

Omar’s fingers dug into Kareem’s hips as he lifted him, pressing him down onto the counter. The scent of shaving cream and musk surrounded them, the faint creak of the old shop filling the air.

“You’re not walking out of here the same,” Omar murmured against his ear.

Then, he took him. Hard. Unapologetic. No barriers.

The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, of deep, guttural moans. Kareem’s fingers clawed at Omar’s back, gripping onto him for dear life as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

“Fuck,” Omar groaned, his grip tightening. “You take me so good.”

Kareem could barely respond, his body arching, surrendering completely.

🔥 The Aftermath 🔥

Minutes passed before they finally stilled, their bodies slick with sweat. Omar leaned against the counter, his breath ragged.

Kareem grinned, reaching up to stroke Omar’s beard. “I think I need a cut next time too.”

Omar chuckled, brushing a thumb over Kareem’s swollen lips. “You come back anytime, habibi.”

Kareem smirked, hopping off the counter and adjusting his clothes. “Oh, I will.”

As he walked toward the door, he turned one last time. Omar stood there, arms crossed, watching him with dark, hooded eyes.

“Next time,” Omar called, “you’re leaving with more than just a clean shave.”

Kareem licked his lips, then stepped into the night, already counting down the days until his next appointment.

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