Adventures in Egypt

The Race to Sir Rodgers

Alexandria, 7 days later

The journey to Alexandria was 6 days of rapid sailing. We skirted the coast of Turkey for the first half of the voyage, then set off into the deep blue of the Mediterranean, spotting the coast of Egypt about 5 hours before we arrived in port. The Turkish man—whose name I learned was Hasan—and I got to know each other very well during our journey. The vast majority of the time was spent at the stern, Hasan pressed up behind me, at the same time directing the course of the ship as he plunged his hard, cut cock deep into my anus.

Needless to say, I was rather sad when we finally did arrive at port in Alexandria. Hasan kissed me deeply and unashamedly, as I presumed was the Turkish custom, and groped my ass one final time, which I guessed was not part of a typical Turkish goodbye. I kissed him back, giving his hefty penis one final tug, and promising to visit when next I was in Turkey. This voyage to Egypt was truly giving me quite an international list of contacts. I only hoped to see them all again.

As I strode through the busy streets of Alexandria, I reviewed my plan. I would go to the British Consulate. Hopefully there I could express my concerns and find some way to get news to Sir Rodgers before it was too late. I had no news of either Sir Rodgers or Marcus, but I hoped I had sufficiently delayed Marcus. By now, he must know that I had discovered his treason. He probably had deduced my plan as well; all the more reason more me to make haste. There was no telling what might happen if he made it to Sir Rodgers before I did. 

It didn't take long for me to locate the consulate. Luckily, there were a fair number of English speakers who were able to point me in the right direction.

“Well, I'll be damned!” A voice cried as I entered the grand foyer that marked the entrance to the British Consulate. “If it isn't Lewis Simon!”

I glanced up as a man strode very quickly toward me with bold, confident steps. My face cracked into a smile.

“Phillip Huntington, you old devil! What are you doing in this godforsaken place?”

“I might ask you the same thing!” Phil embraced me. “Come! Come! Surely you have a few moments for a cup of tea?”

I frowned. “Actually Phil, I'm afraid it's a matter of some urgency.”

Phil turned and studied my expression. “What can I do for you?”

“You know, of course, of Sir Rodgers’s expedition?”

“Yes, certainly. It's only the most anticipated archaeological find of the century. What's the matter?”

“Well, I am en route to join Sir Rodgers in his research, but I ran into some trouble,” Rapidly, I explained what had happened in Istanbul. Phil frowned. 

“Terrible news! Bloody traitor, who does that scoundrel think he is?”

“You understand the sensitivity of this matter, of course?” I impressed my concerns upon Phil.

“Of course, I do, Lewis.” He stood in silent thought for a few moments. “The best course of action is to join Sir Rodgers as soon as possible, but by the time we ready ourselves for a journey it may be too late. If your man really is working with the Nazis, he might already be in Egypt. Every second we wait here gives him an additional advantage…” Phil bit his lip. “I’ll send a man ahead of us on horseback. He should be able to get to Sir Rodgers in two days at most, and deliver your message. Meanwhile, we can follow behind, at a more leisurely pace.”

“We?” I asked, perplexed.

Phil smiled and winked at me with slow, brown eyes. I smiled and blushed a little bit. “Well, certainly.” He laughed. “You don't think I'm going to let you have all the fun by yourself, do you? Besides,” his eyes narrowed, “you never responded to my letter.”

My mouth dropped open and I stuck my hand in my breast pocket where Phil’s letter, had remained untouched since Paris. With all the excitement on the train, and then escaping from Marcus, I had completely forgotten about it. I withdrew it and handed it back to Phil. He flicked it open and skimmed it quickly. Holding it up to the light, he smiled. “One or two cum stains, if I'm not mistaken?”

I laughed. “You always had an eye for such things, Phil. Send your man, and I can catch you up on what I've been doing.” He pulled me close and shoved his hand down the waistband of my trousers and into my undershorts. His rough, skilled fingers teased my cockhead, coaxing forth several drops of precum. I moaned in excitement. 

“As you wish.” Phil withdrew his hand and stuck his finger in my mouth. I sucked it clean, tasting my own essence on his hand. “I have a private room upstairs. I'll be there in ten minutes. I expect you to be ready to receive me.”

He tossed me the key, and walked off, presumably to arrange for the messenger. I hurried upstairs. 

Ten minutes later exactly, I heard the latch on the door open. I was ready, as he had ordered, remembering exactly what he liked from our school days together. I was stark naked, on my hands and knees with my ass spread and facing the door. I had eased a medium-sized butt plug into my hole, which was wet and aching in anticipation of the wild sex to come, and my cock was strapped with a leather band, that pulled heavily on my testicles. The finishing touch was a thick blindfold. I had no idea what was coming; I never did with Phil. It was terrifying the first few times, but terror had quickly given way to lust. Even now, my breath quickened at the thought that Phil had me in his complete and total control. My ears perked, detecting a rustle as Phil undid his pants and they fell to the ground. More noises indicated he had removed his shirt as well. He was now stark naked, with a full erection, no doubt. Standing above me and planning some erotic escapade. A glob of precum dripped from my cock. 

Out of nowhere, a hard swat landed on my ass. I whined appreciatively, and Phil laughed. “Always the little cock-whore, weren’t you Lewis?” I opened my mouth to speak, and Phil shoved his cock in my face. “No talking. Just suck it.” I obeyed, taking his rigid prick into my mouth. Phil’s cock was about the same size as mine, 6 inches, uncut, and of average girth. But Phil was, unlike me, a total top, and a dirty, kinky, dominate top at that. I slurped hungrily, and it wasn’t long before Phil grabbed my hair roughly, and fucked my face hard and fast. I gagged on his dick, slobber and precum spilling out of my mouth. Phil withdrew his cock, and then he disappeared. I could hear him moving around, but had no idea what he was doing. Suddenly he was back. Goosebumps popped up on my neck, as I felt his hot breath on my skin. His wet tongue traced my spine down to my aching hole. I moaned again as he tugged at the buttplug, once, twice. With the third tug it popped out of my hole with a loud slurp. I gasped at the sudden emptiness. My hole throbbed, yearning to be filled again.

“Fuck me, Phil. Please,” I begged. “Stick your cock—” My words were cut off as Phil shoved the still wet buttplug into my mouth. I moaned again, and received another smack on the ass.

“Remember what I said about talking?” Phil whispered in my ear. I was so hard. Another thick glob of precum fell from my cock to the floor. Phil returned to my ass. He grabbed my cheeks and spread them wide. Cold air rushed around my hole, and I quivered with anticipation. He slapped me again. Harder, this time. I whined. My ears watered and my dick dripped onto the floor. Carefully, Phil leaned closer to my hole. He opened his mouth, and I felt his tongue gently brushing the quivering muscles around my anus. I moaned again. His hot tongue felt so good, gently caressing my butt. Suddenly, he thrust it inside. His tongue penetrated my hole and roughly fucked my aching ass. He slapped my ass again and withdrew his mouth. “You like that, slut?” I moaned appreciatively, and felt Phil move again. He removed the plug from my mouth. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“Please,” I begged, spit dripping from the corners of my mouth. “Fuck me. Put your cock inside me.”

Phil laughed. “I know you want my dick, slut.”

“Mmmmm, your tongue feels so good on my ass, but I need your cock.” I pleaded with him, my voice low and raspy with carnal need. “Please, sir. Fuck me with your hot cock.”

Phil slapped his dick across my face, leaving a trail of precum. I desperately tried to lick it up, and he slapped me again. “It’s cock you want?” He sneered. “I’ll give you some cock.”

I felt him move around to my rear, and position himself appropriately. I could feel the flaming heat of his cockhead, poised against my throbbing anus. He pressed gently, and I moaned in pleasure. “Please,” I cried. “Please put it in.”

Phil laughed again, rubbing his leaking cockhead all over my ass. He still refused to fuck me.

“Sir, I need it.” I spoke again, my voice weak with desire. “I need your fat prick plugging my hole. Fuck me like the horny slut I am.”

“You really do need this cock, don’t you?” Phil whispered close to my ear. His breath sent tingles down my spine. He gently bit my earlobe and disappeared again. I felt his cockhead against my hole once more, then without warning, he thrust himself inside. I screamed in mingled pain and pleasure.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Phil shoved his rock hard penis deeper. I felt my insides throb as my body adjusted to the sudden intrusion. My bowels burned with excitement, and then just as suddenly as the intrusion had come, it disappeared. Phil pulled his cock entirely out of my ass, and I was aching again, longing for him to penetrate me a second time. I didn’t have long to wait. Phil roughly slapped my butt and pushed forward, sending his meat deep into my body once more. I moaned. My cock dripped. I felt a hand reach beneath me and roughly fondle my genitals. Phil tugged on my bound balls, forcing another large splatter of precum to drip from my painfully erect penis. I felt him again withdraw his cock from my asshole. He released my penis, and I felt fingers at my lips. I opened my mouth to receive them, and simultaneously he plugged my ass with his cock again. I moaned through his fingers, dripping wet with my own essence. I swirled my tongue appreciatively around them, and he slowly fucked my mouth with his hand, lining up each thrust with a thrust of his penis in my ass.

This went on for some time. Phil would fuck my ass, withdrawing his cock completely, then slamming it back in hard. He would reach underneath to squeeze my cock roughly and tweak my nipples. It didn’t take much for me to reach the edge of orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum,” I grunted.

Phil laughed, and began to fuck me faster. His hand tightened around my shaft and he ruthlessly pumped my cock, urging me towards orgasm. I moaned loudly, and began spewing my seed all over the floor. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I could hear Phil grunting, and felt him with draw his cock from my ass. He flipped me over, and ripping off my blindfold, masturbated his penis. With a shout, he released his load, a thick, white cream that covered my face and hair. We lay there for a minute, panting. Then Phil gave me a quick peck on the cheek and stood.

“Get dressed.” He said smiling. “We’ve got a Nazi to catch.”