AUTHOR: SCUD

 

It was my second trip to Egypt.  I was part of a gay tour group from the
States.  I decided one evening to venture off on my own and walked up the
Corniche from our cruise boat to see what kind of mischief I could find.  I
came upon a little place on the banks of the Nile, called the Nile Cabaret.  
It was an open-air coffee shop of sorts.  There were no walls, only lights
strung between trees and tables set out on an earthen floor.  I went in and
sat at a table to listen to the Arabic music and have a beer.  There were no
other Westerners in the place and I attracted a lot of stares from the
Egyptian men.  Let's face it, I attracted stares where ever I went in Egypt.  
I am 6'4" tall and blond with blue eyes, and I must say, I enjoyed the
attention.  I am very much attracted to Middle Eastern men.  So, I'm enjoying
my Stella (local beer) and the music, when a tall strapping gallabeya-clad
Egyptian boy gets up to dance.  The boy wielded a stick as he danced by
himself.  The sight of him doing the stick dance, was extremely sensual.  He
noticed me watching him and when he finished and the applause died down, he
came to my table and sat down.  He welcomed me to Egypt and introduced
himself.  Mahmoud was his name.    I ordered two more beers and we made small
talk.  He then asked if I would like to accompany him to a disco.  I told him
yes and he proceeded to pay for the beers.  I protested, but he said I was
his guest and he would pay.  We made our way to the Winter Palace hotel.  The
hotel disco wasn't as glitzy as those in Cairo, but had an old-world charm,
in spite of the Michael Jackson music.  The room was full of Egyptian men -
no women.  Men dancing with men!  I thought, this is my kind of place.  
Mahmoud and I danced together while the other men nodded and smiled at us.  
We then made our way to a table in a darkened corner and ordered more beer.  
Mahmoud's leg was pressed tightly against mine.  When I didn't pull away, he
placed his hand on my thigh.  I returned the favor.  Mahmoud asked how old I
was and I told him I would be 30 in a few weeks.  He said "Kula sana winta
tiyib" (roughly translated as "happy birthday").  He then said he was 19.  As
I mentioned, he was tall for an Egyptian, and very good looking.  He had
strong features and I later realized he was from Pharonic stock.  As we were
into our second beer, he leaned over to me and said, he liked to "make sex"
with woman AND men and he wanted to "make sex" with me.  I had wanted him
from the first minute I saw him, and told him yes.  So we left the disco
(this time I paid for the beers) and walked up the Corniche to his house.  He
lived with his mother in a little village just outside the great temple of
Karnak.  Seeing the temple looming in the moonlight just outside the window
of his house was surreal.  He went off into the kitchen and returned shortly
with two cups of hot dark sweet mint tea.  His eyes twinkled as he handed me
the tea, and he had the sweetest smile.  We sat and talked and he said we
must be quiet so as not to wake his mother.  By this time it was midnight.  
He leaned over and kissed my lips.  His lips were full and tasted of sweet
mint tea.  He said, "You are beautiful!".  I said, "Funny, I was thinking the
same about you".  He lifted his galabeya, took my hand and placed it on his
already hard cock.  It was huge.  I could barely get my fingers around it.  
He asked, "You like?"  I told him, "AHZEEM" (excellent).  He then grabbed my
hair and pulled my face into his groin.  For a boy of 19, he had a manly
scent.  I kissed and nuzzled his cock and when I sucked his scrotum into my
mouth, he moaned.  I shooshed him saying, "Don't wake your Mummy".  I then
went down on him and sucked him deep into my throat, in spite of his size.  
He started to fuck my face fast and furious.  He then said, "I want to fuck
you".  I was only too happy to oblige.  I removed my jeans and he took my
prick into his mouth.  His mouth was soft and hot, and I was in ecstasy.  He
then had me get on my knees, spit into my ass and drove his massive prick
into me.  For a brief moment, a white lightning bolt of pain seared my ass.  
He wasn't gentle about it and savagely thrust his prick in and out of my ass.
 After a short time, I suggested a new position.  I got on my back and placed
my legs over his shoulders.  He pressed his cockhead against my ass and
shoved it in again full hilt.  This time there was no pain, only pleasure -
for both of us.  I looked into his dark eyes, and admired his handsome face.  
He turned his face and began kissing and licking my hairy thighs.  He then
leaned down and kissed me as hard as he was fucking me.  His tongue was as
deep in my throat as his cock was in my ass.  When he sucked the air out of
my lungs, I knew he was about to cum.  He came in my ass with a fury.  When
he was spent, he lay on top of me and buried his face into my neck.  I
stroked his head and kissed his neck.  What bliss it was feeling his weight
on me and his soft lips on my neck.  When he recovered, he said he had never
tried that position before and said it was the best, because he could look
into my eyes and see my pleasure.  He also said he loved kissing me as he
fucked me.  As I prepared to leave he told me he loved me and wanted to see
me again.  I told him I felt the same, but was leaving the next day for
Cairo.  His eyes teared up and he said, "Then I will never see you again".  I
said, "No Mahmoud, I will return to Egypt in a few weeks for work and will be
here for at least a year.  I explained that I was an engineer and would be
building a power plant in Cairo.  

I did return to Egypt and spent 14 months in Cairo.  Mahmoud joined me many times there and we repeated our lovemaking, using his favorite position