Author: Brett

      Early Friday morning I was in Cairo's Khan il Khalili Bazaar.  I
had the good fortune of meeting a soldier named Hussein who was on
leave from the Sinai and was working in his uncle's bazaar near El
Hussein Mosque.  I had been shopping with some friends and they were
in a shop nearby trying on gallabeyas.  As the shop was crowded and I
had no desire to buy such a tourist item, I wandered nearby.  I must
say that the tall handsome guy working in the shop did attract me.  I
walked in and said, "Hi."  I walked over to the nearest display case
and looked at the gold and silver items on display.  As I moved around
the shop he followed me and commented on my new jeans.  He asked me
where I got them.  I told him that my parents had given them to me for
Christmas.  He felt the material near the pocket but then brushed his
hand across the front of my pants, pressing a little more as it passed
over my basket.  As that happened, he was looking me in the eye.  I
said in a husky low voice....Kwiess?  He smiled and in an equally low
voice said yes.  He then offered to show me more upstairs.  I followed
him up the narrow stairs at the back of the small shop.  Upstairs was
a small room with a desk and glass cases lining the walls.  There were
a few tarnished brass items on the shelves in the cases.  As I looked
at the items, Hussein leaned against the desk.  I could see that he
had a definite bulge in the front of his black jeans.  He was staring
at my own bulge and as I approached him he put his hand on my jeans.
I reached over and felt his long zobr through his jeans.  We stood
there for a few minutes feeling each other up.  I felt his chest and
discovered that he had firm pecs and a washboard stomach.  He asked me
  in a very shy way if I would let him see my zobr.  I unzipped my
jeans and pulled it out.  He looked at it and then leaned over and
carefully licked the shaft.  While he was doing that, I was squeezing
his bulging basket.  At that moment his back stiffened and I could
feel his cock spasm several times in his jeans.   After he was
finished he opened his pants and using tissues cleaned up the large
load from his shorts as best he could.  After we zipped up and had
arranged ourselves, he asked me if I could see him again on Monday.
He said his Uncle would not be in the shop until after 4:00.  I told
him that I had classes but would try to make it in before 4:00.  He
also told me that he had to go back to his camp in the Sinai on
Tuesday.  He would be there for three weeks and then would be back in
Cairo. I left the shop and found my friends still happily trying on
galabeyas.