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SEX IN THE ANCIENT TEMPLE |
| My dad is an airline pilot, so when I was
growing up we would occasionally use his flight privileges to travel overseas, as well as within the U.S. When I was 18 we went to Egypt just Dad, Mom, and me. One of the first things I noticed was how intently many Egyptian men would look at me, at least when I was not in the company of my parents. I didn't realize it at the time, but now I realize that they were coming on to me. It happened first with a bell hop, and then with a young guy in a gift shop. The gift shop guy struck up a conversation and invited me to go to his house "to listen to music," but of course I could not take him up on that invitation. About half way through the trip I was not feeling too good so I straggled behind the tour group when we were at the temple of Hatshepsut, a female pharaoh who dressed like a man, on the West bank of the Nile (if I remember correctly this was 20 years ago). As I went into one of the rooms of the temple, I was followed by an Arab man who was dressed in the traditional Bedouin robe. He started pointing at the hieroglyphics and explaining to me in his very limited English what each represented. "Water." "Hatshepsut." And so on. As he did this he got closer and closer to me until his crotch was pressed up against my thigh. It was very obvious that he had a hard-on. I was taken completely off guard and did not know how to react, so when he motioned for me to follow him, I did. He led me to a stairwell that led down into a storage room of some sort. The stairwell curved so that you could not see the bottom of the stairs from the top. Or maybe the stairs just came to a dead end, because I know we didn't actually go into a room, and I don't remember what the room was like, if there was one. We just stood at the bottom of the stairs, and he took my hand and put it on his dick. I squeezed it through his robe, feeling its warm hardness as well as the smoothness of his large, loose-hanging balls. By now I was getting quite excited, too. I guess the idea of having sex with a man in an Egyptian temple was blowing my mind. But there were other things to blow, so I dropped to my knees, lifted his robe, and pulled his cock and balls out of the underwear-like garment that he was wearing. Although there had not been anyone else in the vicinity when we descended the stairwell, I wasn't sure how safe we were from passers-by, so I didn't waste anytime chowing down on his hot, hard cock. I'm also really turned on by big balls, so I sucked his balls while I stroked his dick, then returned my mouth to his cock when it seemed like he was getting ready to shoot. It didn't take long. I looked up at his face as he was coming, and he seemed to be quite shocked. Maybe he wasn't expecting me to suck him or to swallow his come? Maybe all he expected was a hand job? I thought afterwards, he probably thought I was an incredibly decadent, perverted Westerner, but on the other hand, it seemed like he must have done this before with other young, unaccompanied Western males, or he would not have been so bold. I slurped the last few drops of cum from his softening dick. I had just let his robe fall down around his knees and was starting to stand up when we heard a sound. I turned and saw my dad coming partway down the stairs (probably looking for me). But he quickly did an about-face and went back up the way he had come. Busted! Man, I was so embarrassed! My Egyptian blow-buddy and I waited a couple of minutes before ascending the stairs. In the meantime my dad had rejoined the tour group, and I eventually (very sheepishly) did the same. He didn't say anything to me about it until two days later, when my mom went off somewhere and we were alone in a hotel room near Luxor. It was obvious that he had just been waiting for the opportunity and had planned what he was going to say and do. "John," he said with a smirk, "if you're going to have sex with men, for God's sake don't be doing it in public places |
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