Travelling through Europe

Cairo, Egypt

After a month of travelling through Europe, our group had split off and headed into two separate destinations that were pre-arranged before we left. I was with the group that was breaking off to Egypt and Israel, while half of our group were heading to explore the Greek Isles. We had entered Egypt a few days ago now, and spent the day at the Red Sea Resort in Hurghada, now heading for the populated city of Cairo.

I had managed to keep secret my sexual adventures thus far as I explored Europe with the group, and after the daytime double fuck I received from the two football Australians at the resort, I was wondering what might be next for me in Cairo. I was becoming intrigued by the various types of men, as I had been urged to try as I began my adventure. After a slow start, my initial encounter with the Welshman Paul in Spain brought back to me the desire I have for big cocks, and big men. The overnight ferry experience from Italy to Greece I had with Nico who rough fucked me on the top deck of the boat reminded me how much I craved a man who takes control and feeds me his load. And having had two cocks in me for the first time yesterday, I wanted more. By my heart was still at home, with someone the bigger Aussie reminded me of. Even though we tried to squash it, even though I said all the right things back then, it was Joe I was thinking about. And it was Joe that had urged me to take some time and explore.

As we entered Cairo, I was suddenly in the mood for something sensuous.

I was darker than ever thanks to the day at Hurghada as my tan became a deeper brown, lightening whatever hair I had on my body and displaying my ripped physique.

We drove into Cairo at last. It was hot, busy, and overwhelming. By the time we got to our hotel, it was late. With a quick dinner, we toured the over-populated city at night enjoying the light breeze before arriving at our hotel. As we unloaded off the bus, I noticed an armed guard now standing by the entrance of the hotel door. This was normal, as we noticed many machine guns draped over men throughout the city. But this was the first one that I noticed that took my breath away, as he was a very big looking man. And I do have a thing for big men. Solid. Wide. Stocky. Built. A shaved head that made him look even meaner. He was all Arab looking, dark skinned, god-like. His face was dark, with a neatly trimmed beard and almost black eyes. He was wearing a linen collared shirt that was open at the neck, revealing a thick matting of dark hair covering his massive looking chest. He was wearing army type pants that were tucked into a pair of lace up boots. He looked every part the soldier. The hotel manager was standing with him, and we were invited into the main lobby for a drink. The manager welcomed us, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the guard. He was standing very casually, as if he didn’t even realize he had a gun slung across his back. He was leaning against the doorway, and pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up and glancing my way. As I stood listening to the instructions about our rooms, taxi cabs, and food, I was entranced with this stunning looking guard, as he took a deep puff from his cigarette and held my gaze.

Our bags were being unloaded from the bus as we listened to the manager. The guard stayed at the doorway, crossing his arms which looked like giant pythons when he did, and casually kept looking over at me. With one hand he manipulated his cigarette, while the other found its way to his belt, where he hooked a thumb into his pants and continued to stare at me.

We were dismissed to grab our bags and the group moved to the side of the bus to retrieve them.

“Need help?” I heard a deep voice say directly behind me. I turned to see the guard standing behind me. Despite the group, it was me he was asking.

I smiled up at him, reading the name on his lapel. Sethos it said. “Thank you, uh, Sethos is it? But I think I can manage.” He smiled down at me, noting the size difference between us.

“Please, call me Seth. You sure?” he asked again, holding out his arms. “I could use a good workout.” He laughed when he said it pointing to my large suitcase. I was already familiar with the typical offers to help with luggage, everyone expecting a tip afterwards. I was learning quickly nothing was free in Egypt. But his smile lit up his face in a friendly manner, calming my fears and feeling myself being drawn into him.

I pulled the suitcase up easily, displaying my right bicep as it flexed nicely. “Oh!” he said, pointing to my arm. “I can see you can manage. For such a little one I am surprised by your muscles.” His voice was sexy, foreign to me. I should have been offended by his remark, but I stood looking up at him, admiring his size, and being taken in by his dark eyes.

Because I was standing talking to him, most of the crowd was already inside the lobby again and heading to the elevators to form a line.

“What floor?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

“Just to the third.” I was sharing a room with one of the British guys, and I could see him already heading into the first elevator.

“Ah. Easy.” He pointed to the side of the lobby. “Come. I show you faster way.” Without waiting for me to protest, he headed into the lobby and to the side, bypassing all the other guests and hotel staff. I followed instinctively; my own group oblivious to me as I walked in the opposite direction. Seth had a wide round ass that was prominently displayed for me through his army pants as he walked ahead of me. He turned only once as he started down a hallway to make sure I was following, then pointed “Here.”

He paused at the corner of the hallway, waiting for me. As I approached, I saw a separate set of elevators with no one in line.

“See. Easy.” He pushed the button to go up, and the elevator door clicked open.

“Thank you, Seth. I appreciate it.” I said getting in.

He stood outside the door, but then put his big hand across the doors to hold them open and leaned in. “It is my pleasure young man. If I can be of any other service, you come find me. I will be here all night.”

Alone in the elevator, looking at this hulk in the door frame, I smiled uncomfortably. I was sure he was flirting with me, as if he had picked me out of the crowd to toy with me. The gun slung across his back didn’t do much to calm me, but looking into his handsome exotic face, I just smiled more. “I’ll keep that in mind when I can’t sleep.” I said, looking at his huge hand holding the elevator door from closing. His fingers were long, and thick. I pictured sucking them.

His smile widened. “You come see me if you have problem sleeping. I can give you something that will help with that.” He let go of the doorway and then took a few steps backwards as the door closed. Just before it closed in front of him, he grabbed his crotch to show me the huge bulge. The door closed and the elevator started to go up.

Holy fuck, I thought to myself. That didn’t take long! I had just arrived in Cairo, having two athletes cum still churning in me, and here was a massive Arab guard grabbing his cock in front of me. I must have been giving off major vibes for this to be happening.

I got to my room to find the door open and my roommate already inside flopped on the farthest bed.

“There you are,” he mumbled. “Was wondering what you got up to.” He was a 23 year-old Brit, very average looking and not at all in shape. Will was his name. Not my type at all. We’d shared a few rooms along the way, and he was a total straight dumb guy, here for the experience.

“I found a secret elevator.” I said as I threw my suitcase onto the bed.

“I’m really knackered.” Will said, already closing his eyes.

By the time I had taken what I needed from my suitcase, arranged things I needed in the bathroom, and changed into a pair of sweat shorts and a muscle t-shirt, it was about 45 minutes later. I looked at the clock which displayed 11:50pm. Will was snoring, still dressed in his clothes and sleeping on top of the bed. As I brushed my teeth, I was thinking about what excuse I was going to use to see if Seth was still downstairs, willing to give me what I needed to sleep. I chuckled to myself at his brazen display at the elevator. This Arab Egyptian man was definitely my type, large, built and dark. I wondered what sort of fun I could find myself in on this first night.

I crept to the desk and found my hotel room key. I went barefoot to the door, and ever so quietly slipped out of the room. The hallway was empty as I moved to the main elevator.

As the door opened onto the lobby, I stepped out to find it deserted. I walked around towards the front desk to see if anyone was around. There was no one at the desk, but I could hear a TV in the background. The lobby doors stood open and I could feel a slight breeze coming inside. I looked down the hallway where Seth had taken me earlier and saw nothing. Outside on the opposite side of the street were two cabs, their cars running, the two drivers standing on the side of one cab chatting.

Then a figured slowly moved across the open doors. A big figure. Seth.

I stood still in the middle of the lobby unsure of what I was going to say as I watched him pace slowly back and forth. It wasn’t till his third pass that he noticed me standing there. As soon as he saw me, he stopped, and smiled that fucking sexy wide grin. He was smoking another cigarette, which he immediately discarded onto the hotel roadway and stepped inside towards me.

He was smiling quite confidently as he approached me. He held out his hands in a gesture and asked, “Can’t sleep my little friend?” He looked at me up and down, standing before him in my tank top and shorts, barefoot in the lobby. He whistled. “I was wrong about you. Misjudged you by your size.” He then walked around me, sizing me up as he did, noting my broad shoulders and my nice sized biceps. “You look built for your size my friend.”

I felt like I was on display, but actually blushed as he walked around me, studying me as if I was his prey. “Well when you look like you do, I can see why you would misjudge. Everyone is small compared to you.”

He stopped in front of me. “You like to be big like me?” He put his hands on his hips, smirking as he looked down.

I shook my head. “I know I will never be as big as you.” I smirked back. “But I do admire big men. Sort of a weakness I have I guess you could say.”

He laughed quietly, then took one of his arms and flexed for me, the material in the shirt strained as his giant bicep bulged in the fabric of his linen shirt. “Go ahead. Feel.”

I automatically reached for it, grabbing the hard melon sized ball. It had to be 20 or 21 inches. “That’s a pretty big muscle Seth.” I said standing very close to him.

As he held his arm up in a flex, he leaned down to me, and with his other hand, cupped his bulge. “I have another big muscle here too.” He whispered into my ear.

This guard was forward I’ll give him that. I wasn’t used to this outright display. This time, I grabbed my own bulge and said, “Don’t misjudge again Seth.”

He stood up returning to a normal postured position and laughed out loud. He looked around quickly and then went to the vacant front desk. He yelled something in Arabic, or something, and the hotel manager from earlier came from the back room. Seth said something to him in his native tongue, and the manager looked at me briefly. He responded in turn, then grabbed a key from the back and handed it to Seth.

Seth turned to me and said, “Come my friend.” And started walking towards the back elevators again where he took me before. The manager smiled at me as I walked by.

“Enjoy!” he shouted after me as I followed that big ass down the hallway once again. This time Seth passed the elevator and continued further down the hallway to a doorway. He stopped at a door, and using the key, paused to open it as I caught up to him. The door opened to an empty hotel room. “In.” was all he said as he held the door open.

I walked into the room, which strangely looked like the one I was sharing with Will. When I turned back to the door, Seth was standing with his back to the now closed door and was unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper. He fished into his pants and produced a very thick, very long cut cock. It was probably 6 inches not even fully erect. Dark hair surrounded the thick veiny cock. He was all Arab alright.

“Now you.” He said, motioning for me to take my dick out. “Let’s compare.”

My cock was already hard. I pulled the waistband of my shorts out along with my underwear underneath and pulled them down below to under my balls. My 8-inch thick cut cock flopped out and straight up. It was whiter than Seth’s and currently bigger.

Seth smiled. “You are right my friend. Again, I misjudge.” His accent was enticing and exotic. He started moving towards me. As he did, his cock started to get bigger. I stood still, wondering what I was doing in an empty room with an Egyptian soldier comparing cocks. No one knew where I was. I suddenly saw once again the rifle still strapped to his shoulder. He grabbed my cock with his meaty hand as he drew close. His hand was big, yet soft, warm against my hard cock. He squeezed tight, while his thumb travelled up the head of my cock and rubbed my piss slit. “This is nice my little man.” With his other hand, he took my hand in his and placed it on his hardening cock, holding my hand there under his and making me rub it. It was getting harder by the second. I wrapped my hand around his manhood, feeling the heat emanating from it, the soft skin around it. Before my eyes it came to full attention in my grip, the skin pulled tightly down now that it was fully erect. It had to be ten inches and about 6 or 7 inches around. He was slowly pulling at my cock, bent down a bit to reach it. I could feel his breath on me as I started to slowly stroke his. “You have a big penis for your size.”

I laughed as a release to the tension between us, “So do you!”

He looked down at me, his eyes searching my face, wondering what I was thinking. “You want to taste it?”

I nodded and bent down to take it into my mouth. I tasted his cock, manly and musky from a day’s work, which turned me on more as I tried to engulf his thickness into my throat. I could only get about half of it down my throat, but started to suck it up and down, my tongue coming out to lick what I couldn’t get inside my mouth. As I bent over to take him in my mouth, his hand travelled down my back and inside my shorts, where he felt my smooth cheeks and his fingers found their way inside the crack of my ass. His middle finger found my hole, and he gently rubbed it and poked it. I worried that he was going to try to fuck me with this monster cock.

But it didn’t stop me from sucking it. With each deep throat, I tried to take more and more of him, gagging at times which only made him laugh and moan, telling me to try to take more of a real man’s penis. Hearing him call his dick “penis” made me harder than ever. I sucked him for several minutes while he played with my ass, hearing him breath harder and harder, urging me on.

He pushed me backwards suddenly to the edge of the bed, and knelt down in front of me, stroking my cock a bit before he took it in his mouth. His mouth was wet, warm, and very accommodating. He easily took me to the root, holding my entire cock in his mouth before coming up and releasing it, his spit coating my entire cock. He did this again and again, sending me into loud moans and groans as he sucked me. His wet tongue found its way down my shaft and under my balls to my ass, where he licked and spit and sucked and kissed my hole. Then he pushed me backwards onto the bed, and he was holding my two legs together in his one hand. He spit onto his cock and aimed the head of it at my little puckered hole.

“Wait!” I pleaded, thinking about the size of it, and the condoms in my room.

But he didn’t stop, the cock head pressing against my ass as he held my legs in the air. My arms were on the side of the bed and I tried to move. His other hand came down gently on my chest and he pushed me down on the bed, holding me there not roughly, but with easy strength. “Shhhhh.” He said quietly, still pressing his cock at my tight hole. “I know you want this. Just relax.” His voice was smooth, calming. I tried to move but his one hand was enough to keep me in place while his other held my two ankles together.

And then the head of his penis slipped into me, breaking the ring and sending a sharp pain through me. I grunted loud and grabbed a fistful of sheets from the bed as I closed my eyes to feel him invading me.

“Yes,” he whispered at me, “Now you will feel a real man make love to you.” I shuddered at the comment. I have had a real man make love to me, I thought suddenly. I closed my eyes as I let this Arab man take me to that feeling once again. He pressed into me more, sliding his entire cock into me regardless of my moans or screams or squirming on the bed. Tears came to my eyes as I felt myself bottom out, his abs pressed against my ass as I realized his enormous cock was all the way inside me. It felt like his cock was coming up and out of my throat!

“Oh my God stop” I begged, my hands on his hips, trying to stop him from plunging any further into me.

He stepped in between my legs, opening them up and holding them now in both hands. “I will let you get used to it.” He smiled down at me, his eyes looking at me completely arched, my fists still clenched onto the sheets, my eyes closed and tears streaming down my face. I heard his belt buckle and felt him shift a bit as I imagined him taking his pants off. I calmed myself as I felt my ass loosening up, feeling his cock throbbing inside me, flexing as if it was a muscle on its own. My breathing slowly returned to normal. And I opened my eyes to see him standing in between me, now completely naked.

He had taken off his shirt to reveal a gorgeous hairy upper body. His dark skin, his mound of hairy muscular pecs, his broad shoulders, and his 8 pack abs (I kid you not!) was in between my legs. His biceps were flexed as he still held my legs in place. His pants were down and off too, showing me a v-shaped lower portion of his abs and dark gathering of hair at his crotch. It was nicely trimmed, as was his chest hair. He looked like a well-kept hairy beast. And his giant tool was lodged inside me.

He stood patiently, looking at me. “I knew you could take it little man. I just knew.” He said it softly, kindly. “I took one look at your ass and knew you would love it.” He gyrated a small bit, which sent electric shocks through me as his cock moved ever so slightly. But this time it wasn’t pain, it was pure fuckin orgasmic elation! I uttered a growl I had never heard come from me before. His cock was touching my prostrate, and I needed this giant Arab solider to fuck me. I leaned forward and pulled my shirt off, tossing it aside and grabbed at his hairy pecs, feeling them, punching them. He smiled as I did it, like I was a little boy trying to hurt a gorilla. He let go of my ankles and I simply wrapped them around his waist as he bent forward, down over top of me, so his face was inches from mine. His eyes bore into mine as he held his face there. I wasn’t scared. There was something deeply passionate about him just now. I couldn’t help myself as I strained up to kiss him for the first time.

His lips were large, soft, and welcoming. He returned my kiss softly at first, then I felt his tongue slip over my lips, parting them easily and entering my mouth to find my tongue. We kissed so deeply and intensely that we both started to move together, his cock slowly pulling out of me then plunging back into me completely as my hands grabbed his broad back and held on tightly to his muscles, my feet locked around him at his big round ass as he slowly started to fuck me.

No, he began to make love to me. I knew the way he moved, the way he was looking at me. I’ve had that look before. I closed my eyes and let him.

This wasn’t a hard fuck. This wasn’t lust or need. This was a slow, deep, passionate love making.

He crawled onto the bed as he slowly pumped into my ass, moving me up farther with ease in his arms, never once missing our rhythmic thrusting. I was literally in his arms, never breaking the kiss, fully pinned underneath his weight as he continued to expertly pump my tight ass full of his thick ten-inch cock. I was in complete ecstasy as I shivered and shook under him, hitting spots inside me I had never felt before. I clutched onto him, digging my fingers into his hard body, scratching and clawing at him, trying to pull him into me deeper and deeper. If he could have crawled up inside me, I would have let him. I couldn’t get close enough to this giant man.

His breathing increased and for the first time he pulled away from my mouth and pushed himself up onto his hands, holding himself above me as his thrusting increased. My hands went to his pecs, feeling their hardness, feeling his entire upper body as he continued to make love to me. Our eyes never left the others.

“Now I make you mine.” He whispered softly as his cock drove into me harder and harder. I could feel him tensing, and his cock was repeatedly hitting my spot. I grabbed his two dark nipples as I started to feel my own cum rising. I looked down at my cock between our bodies as I shot my load, without touching my cock. He was fucking the cum out of me!

As I started to convulse and buck beneath him, he smiled and thrust into me hard, unleashing his first shot of cum. He repeated this eight, or nine times, thrusting into me hard with a growl as his cum shot from his penis and into my guts. On his last thrust, he collapsed onto me, then rolled over with me on top of him, ensuring his cock never left my ass. Now I was on top of him, astride his giant frame, looking down on him.

And surprisingly, I started to gyrate on his still hard cock in me. I wanted more. His big hands were on my side, gently guiding me up and down as I now rode his cock. His eyes still locked on mine.

“Now you are mine.” He said gruffly “And you see, you can’t get enough of your man.”

I nodded in agreement. “Fuck yes” I said, bouncing up and down. His cock was still hard and covered in his own cum as it continued to fuck me! He was right – I couldn’t get enough of him. I continued to ride him, my hands on his pecs as I moved up and down. His meaty hands were now clutching my ass, squeezing my cheeks, slapping them lightly, grabbing them and helping me slam down on his cock. My own cock was hard again as his continued to invade my insides, still striking that spot that was sending me over the moon.

He grabbed my cock and started jerking me hard. I looked down at him, bouncing harder on his pole as this proved to much for me. I started shaking again, yelling out “Oh fuck” over and over again as I lost control. He jerked me hard, while fucking up into me, slamming his cock hard upwards as I continued to bounce on him. I started to shake uncontrollably as he jerked a second load out of me, five or six spurts of cum landing on his chest, mixing in with my first load I had sprayed in between us. As my cum stopped, he grabbed my head and pulled me down to his lips to kiss me, while grabbing my ass and fucking up into me harder and harder. I was still shaking uncontrollably, but was now wrapped in his arms, still impaled with his dick pummeling my ass, his thick tongue filling my mouth. He held me tight, his big arms now holding me close to him, while we kissed.

His breathing increased again, and his kissing became more intense as he drilled up into me. I could feel his cock erupt a second time as he fed me another load deep inside my ass. Holy fuck was this man a beast! He fucked two loads out of both of us without stopping for a break. This was a MAN.

His thrusts slowed down completely but he never stopped kissing me. Still on top of him, still being held closely in his arms against his bare chest, he stopped thrusting completely, holding his cock inside me. He reached around and caressed my ass cheeks softly. His meaty hands massaging and kneading them, until his cock slipped out. When it did, he placed a finger at my hole, as if stopping his own load from escaping. As he kissed me, he moaned into my ear, “You keep my seed in you. I impregnated you. You’re mine now.”

I leaned back, letting his wide tongue trail down my neck. Arching my back, feeling empty without his cock in me, I let my hands glide across his chest, down his abs to the v-shaped muscle beneath me. I rested my hands alongside this spot and sat up straight, looking down at this soldier. He was perfection. A beauty. Made of muscled stone. I laid my head down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as his giant hand rested on my back.

His voice startled me out of my reverie. “I make love to you every night you are here.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“You are mine while you are here.” He added.

I closed my eyes and felt myself drifting off to sleep. He was right. He had what I needed to help me sleep. I was in his arms. Safe in this new country, in the arms of another big beast of a man.