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BUDDY'S ADVENTURE UNDER THE EGYPTIAN SUN |
| The group was mostly businessmen types from
Bombay and their families - not very interesting. They all wanted to get drunk in the evenings and sing old Hindi songs. Lots of complaints about the food. The waiters in the restaurants were all local guys, very tall and good looking. Most part of the cruise, they were dressed in western suits. One or two of them were really sexy looking and I tried to get into conversation with them whenever possible. I was also tipping them often (5-10 pounds Egyptian a time). After 2-3 days, I had become quite friendly with some of these guys, especially a guy named Ali and a guy named Mamoud. Ali was older, about 40 I think, Mamoud was about 25, I always had my eye more on Mamoud. There was no opportunity to get these guys alone for most of the trip since they were busy with their duties or I was with my group. Many times, we went off the boat for sight seeing etc. One evening, the boat had aranged a Galabiya Party, where everyone had to come dressed in the local dress, which is a long robe. I was able to hire a dress from the boat shop and also got a long checked cloth for my head (like Yaser Arafat!!)At the party, all the waiters including Ali and Mamoud also came dressed in their local clothes. It really suited them, especially Mamoud with his tall slim figure and black hair and moustache. They played some Arabic music but nobody was dancing. Then Ali pulled some of the Western couples on the floor and they began dancing with him. Ali was really a good dancer, very flexible and he got the group going. After some time, he started pulling the Indians also on the floor. Some of them did not go, but many of them did. There was quite a crowd on the floor by now. Ali was dancing in the middle of the group. In the crowd, I "accidentally" brushed against Ali - my hand against his crotch. At first he did not notice. After 2-3 brushes, he took notice and looked me straight in the eye. Did not say anything but there was a slight smile on his face. Later on, he kept going away from me in the crowd, but would come back after a few moments, and he also kept his hand on my ass and crotch. You can imagine what was happening inside my Galabiya - luckily I was wearing tight underwear, and nothing could be seen from outside. Then, Mamoud also joined the dance (till then he had been bar tending). He took a long scarf and tied it below his waist, so that his whole backside was separated. Even through the cloth, one could see the outlines of his ass clearly. He then started doing belly- dance steps with his hips and ass. I tell you, it was incredibly sexy to see this tall young guy wriggling his ass. The dance crowd was a little less since I think everyone was more busy watching Mamoud's movements.I would have liked more of a crowd on the floor because I wanted to touch Mamoud also desperately. I never got the chance on the floor. Later on, after the dancing was over, I was ordering a drink at the bar and Mamoud was again tending the bar. I complimented him on his dancing and he seemed happy. By that time, my head cloth had come off and was hanging on my shoulder. I told Mamoud that I needed his help to tie it properly. He came outside the bar to help me. I kept my hand strategically so that it would brush against his cock. While he was leaning towards me to tie the cloth, my hand were busy brushing his cock, Since he did not pull back, I was made bolder and started massaging his cock through the cloth. Since we were both wearing Galabiyas, nobody else knew what was happening. I asked Mamoud if he would be able to come to my cabin later on. He said the cabins were in a different part of the boat and that he could not come there since he was part of the restaurant staff. He told me to go to the mens' common toilet and wait for him. With my heart full of lust (and fear) I went inside the loo, which was on a deck outside the bar area. I waited and waited, but nobody came. Finally there was a soft knock on the door. I opened it a crack and saw Mamoud standing there. He came inside quickly. It was a real squeeze for space. So I pulled down the toilet cover and sat on it. Mamoud lifted his Galabiya. He was wearing some kind of pajamas under it. He pulled them down and his wonderful cock stood out. It was about 7 inches long, already erect and the cock head was sticking into my face invitingly. I licked it all around and I could see that Mamoud was loving every bit of what I was giving him. I covered the cock head with my lips and began licking it and sucking it. Then he started pushing the full shaft into my mouth and nearly made me choke on it. In that cramped space, we found our rhythm, he was holding my face and pushing his cock in and out. I had lost total control of what was happening. I was pressing his ass and tried fingering his asshole. He did not seem to like that very much, so I went back to caressing his asscheeks. He was fucking my mouth for a long long time and finally, he was ready to come. He looked at me in a pleading kind of way, maybe to say, dont push me off now, let me come in your mouth. So I intensified my sucking actions and was rewarded when spurts of hot salty liquid came rushing into my mouth. I kept it all in. Some of it dribbled out, some of it I swallowed. His cock was getting soft, but was still quite long. It is a great feeling to have a soft cock in your mouth, especially when you have just finished servicing it. He had to leave then, he slowly opened the door of the loo, there was nobody around, so he quickly left. I was left in that loo, still with the wonderful taste and smells of what had just happened. My own cock was demanding attention. I lifted my Galabiya and stroked my cock to a climax, thinking all the time of still having Mamoud's cock in my mouth. How I wished it had been possible to get him into my cabin. After some time, I cleaned up to the extent possible and went straight to my cabin, had a shower. When I rejoined the party, Mamoud was again tending the bar as if nothing had happened. Ali was again on the dance floor. He gave me a knowing look - maybe Mamoud had told him something. But Ali did not come close to me for the rest of the evening. For the rest of the boat trip there was no further opportnity for fun. But this part of the Egypt troip has really left me with some good memories." End |
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