Mohamed, a young Arab man, had always been curious about his own body. He spent countless hours in front of the mirror, admiring his toned physique. But tonight, his curiosity got the best of him. As he lay in bed, he couldn't shake the thought of exploring his own pleasure. He reached down and began to touch himself, running his fingers over his hard cock. He moaned softly as he felt his body respond to his touch. He closed his eyes and imagined it was someone else's hand on his cock. He pictured a strong, masculine man, with dark hair and piercing eyes. He imagined this man gripping his cock tightly and stroking it with long, slow movements. Mohamed's mind raced with dirty thoughts as he continued to touch himself. He reached down and cupped his balls, massaging them gently as he increased the pace of his handjob. He let out a loud moan as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He opened his eyes and looked down at his cock, watching as it twitched and throbbed in his hand. He could feel his orgasm building deep within him, and he knew he was about to cum. With one final stroke, he let go. He cried out as he felt the warm rush of cum spill from his cock, coating his hand and stomach. He lay there, panting and gasping for breath, as the last waves of pleasure washed over him. Mohamed knew that what he had just done was wrong, but he couldn't help the feeling of satisfaction that washed over him. He knew he would never tell anyone about his forbidden desire, but he couldn't deny the pleasure it brought him. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to experience the touch of another man. But for now, he was content with the memories of his own hand.