Thursday, 20 December 2012

Egyptians and their obelisks



December 2010.  Over the past few days I have been watching some workmen next to my office while I smoke.  One in particular has caught my eye.  From the northern part of our ‘island’, he’s in his 20's I figure, and rocking a body toned by hard work and desert sun.  He’s tall, lean and very fit.  Over the coming days he spots me watching him, and begins to smile shyly at me from up on the scaffolding.  Occasionally he slides his hand under his shirt and rubs his stomach, casually lifting his t-shirt in my direction.  Other times he hooks his thumbs into his pants and pushes them down to the point of indecency.  Needles to say I'm smoking more than usual, and enjoying the spectacle of his body and glimpses of his hair trail and more.  As I’m leaving one evening, he’s there, all cleaned up and apparently waiting for me.  The language barrier is pretty high, but I figure out that he lives in the building under renovation and wants to make me a cup of tea.  Let’s call him The Harus.

We go upstairs, and into his tiny roof apartment.  Not much common language between us, but he’s been brushing up against me ever since we entered the building, so I can work it out, and start to get a bulge.  He notices this, points and smiles.  The kettle starts to boil, so he goes into the kitchen.  I’m sitting on the edge of his bed (no chairs), when he returns with the tea-tray.  Naked.  He’s got a big grin on his face, and nothing else other than a hard-on.  His cock is so big it’s tapping the underside of the tray, and he wants to use it.  After some tentative touching, it's clear he’s not interested in anything other than fucking me, which I know is common to his race.  They are tops and tops only.  I’m not ready to submit and suck him off, so we settle on a mutual jerk-off session.  He's happy to take his time, slowly stroking his member and playing with the tip while massaging his balls.  He starts to moan, and the tempo increased, then stopped.  It had clearly been a while since he last came, as his load was fast, torrid and went across the kitchen to spatter on the wall.  This starts me off, and I began to go faster as well, when he reaches over and starts to finger my arsehole.  That's it for me and I shoot, my cum joining his on the wall.

Post-orgasmic apocalypse



October 2010.  The Jordanian returns, but tonight he’s all business and just wants sex.  So do I.  He gives me one of his world class (did I mention they were good?) blowjobs, running his tongue up and down my shaft, sucking, nibbling at my balls and I quickly shoot.   Then, he wants me to fuck him, and trouble strikes.

Post orgasm, my dick has gone to sleep.  It’s dead, like a cooked noodle.  Soft, like a marshmallow.  Utterly, utterly useless.  The poor guy is trying everything he can, but it won’t stir.  This has never happened to me before, and I am mortified.  The Jordanian, however, is pissed off – he wants some action.  He takes matters into his own hands, and announces he’ll be fucking me tonight.  He then pushes my feet back over my shoulders, and begins to enter me.  He gets a rhythm going, and it feels pretty good.  After a while of this, he pulls out and shoots a nice creamy load onto my chest, then showers and departs.  But I can tell he's not happy....

Same shit, different place



October 2010.  Once again, a new country (contract work can really suck), and this one couldn’t be further from ‘sin city’.  Same general area, but philosophically a very long way away.

Social media proves to be my salvation.  I hook up with a guy, and we agree to meet in my temporary apartment.  Once he arrives, I check him out more thoroughly.  He’s very tall, very sturdy and has a very cute smile.  Let’s call him ‘the Jordanian’.  We hit the bed, and start to fool around – he’s a big lad, with a dick to match.  This guy loves to suck cock, and gives me a mindblowing blowjob.  I mean really, really good.  Outstanding.  World class.  Before I cum, I pull out of his mouth and fuck him for a bit.  He wants to ride me, so he’s bouncing up and down, effectively doing squats on my pole.  Then he gets back to what he enjoys.  It didn’t take me very long, and I shot a most satisfying load all over myself.

Cop that…



June 2010.  Again, I’m at the usual place, enjoying a quiet drink and some weather before it gets too hot.  The cop rocks up and asks if I remember him.  I do, and we talk.  He buys me a few beers, and tells me he has wanted to fool around with me for a long time.  I shrug and ask why not now, so we head off.

He’s got a nice place, but we aren’t there to discuss the décor.  After a lengthy shower, in which we soaped and kissed one another, he’s straight onto his knees.  He’s not very tall, but has a really firm, wiry body with a 7” cut dick.  After a too brief blowjob, he turns me and starts to rim me.  He’s doing an outstanding job, working his tongue like a pro, and I fall forward onto the bed.  He climbs up and joins me, and we stroke one another for a time.  He goes back to rimming me, almost to the point where I cum, when he stops using his tongue and starts with his dick.  Having gently slid it in, he then starts to increase his rhythm and pound quite hard, hanging onto my shoulders and pulling himself as far into me as he can.  Feels pretty good…

After time on my stomach, and then on my back, I’m ready to cum.  I tell the cop to do whatever he wants, so he rips off the condom and shoves his dick into my mouth in a 69.  Although he’s not sucking my dick, he’s rimming me again.  The combination of that and the pressure on my nuts as he got past them to my hole was intense, and I shot a megaload.  As I cum, I can feel him start to tremble, and the suction on me got a lot harder.  Suddenly he pulls out of my mouth and starts to grind his nuts against my face.  I give them a solid licking and sucking, but all too soon he shoots his own load all over my chest and stomach, mingling with my own cum.  Back into the shower, and depart....

All tied up…



Feb 2010.  I’m at the usual place, and not having much luck.  As I decide to leave, a guy walks up and falls in step with me.  About my height (182cm), a bit older than me and a reasonable body.  His general look suggests 20 years back he would have been a very, very handsome man.

We head to his hotel, and upstairs.  He opens a couple of beers and begins to strip off while drinking.  I do the same, but he is sending off a ‘not yet’ kind of vibe, despite the fact we’re both naked and hard.

As he finishes his beer, he picks up a long leather strap and begins to wind it around himself, paying particular attention to his dick and balls.  Once tightly secured, he lowers himself to the bed and beckons me over, whereupon he starts to suck my dick.  Not bad, but he’s wriggling around a lot, and doing something with his hands.  I look over my shoulder and see that he’s begun to fuck himself with the beer bottle, blunt end first.   I position myself to better observe this, all the while getting a blowjob from him.  As he began to climax, one hand working the bottle, the other his cock, I thought he was going to bite my dick off.  Once he was done, I got him to tie me up for the fun of it, and to make me orgasm while I was bound.  He trussed me like a turkey, and wrapped the leather tight around my cock and balls, cinching it to the point of pain.  It felt pretty good, and as he wanked me I shot a lot further than usual, but, meah…