Jack, a 20-year-old white British gay man, had always dreamed of exploring the ancient wonders of Egypt. His excitement was palpable as he strolled through the bustling streets of Cairo, the pyramids visible in the distance. His fair skin, delicate features, and lithe frame seemed to attract a lot of attention, but none more so than from Ahmed, a 30-year-old local man.
Ahmed was a vendor at the Khan el-Khalili bazaar, selling handcrafted jewelry. His presence was impossible to ignore; standing at 6 feet 3 inches, he had a muscular, strong build, accentuated by tight trousers that subtly showcased a large bulge. Dark, masculine features framed by black body hair gave him an aura of rugged charm. A cigarette hung constantly from his lips, adding to his rebellious allure.
When Jack passed by his stall, Ahmed called out, “You are a very pretty girl, aren’t you, come here, I’ve got something I want to give you princess.” Jack, used to the over friendliness of some Arabs, laughed it off and kept walking, examining the market stalls.
Despite the initial brush-off, Jack didn't think much of it until he noticed Ahmed following him at a distance as he wandered through the market. Deciding to take control of the situation, Jack turned around with a smile, "You think I'm pretty, do you? What else do you think of me?"
Ahmed smirked at Jack and approached him. “Yes, you very beautiful,” he said in broken English, his hand brushing against Jack's hip. “I very handsome, perfect for you, I show you good time, make you moan.” As he talked, Ahmed's hands continued to subtly caress Jack, moving over his lower back, then roaming over his thighs and even daringly squeezing his bum. In the crowded market, where they could blend into the chaos, Ahmed's thick fingers occasionally slipped into the back of Jack's trousers, rubbing over Jack's tight hole in a bold, clandestine exploration that was both thrilling and risky.
"You like that, don't you, pretty boy?" Ahmed whispered, his breath hot against Jack's ear.
"Fuck, yes," Jack gasped, the thrill of the touch making him bold. "More, I need more."
The day turned into evening, and Jack suggested they continue their conversation over dinner, away from the prying eyes of the market. They found a quiet café where they could talk more freely. Here too, Ahmed's hands didn't stray far from Jack, taking advantage of the dim lighting to continue his tactile exploration, the touch sending waves of anticipation through Jack.
"You want to feel my touch all over you, don't you?" Ahmed murmured, his hand brushing against Jack's thigh under the table.
"Please, don't stop," Jack breathed out, his voice a mix of urgency and desire.
As the night deepened, Jack felt an unusual sense of connection, but he was cautious. He invited Ahmed back to his hotel room, not out of naivety, but with a calculated risk, knowing he had control over the environment.
Back at the hotel, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Jack, aware of the cultural sensitivities, made sure the door was locked, providing a safe space away from the judgmental eyes of the world outside.
Once inside, Ahmed's demeanor shifted; he gently guided Jack to his knees. With a mix of excitement and compliance, Jack undid Ahmed's trousers, pushing them down his thick, strong, hairy thighs. Jack pulled them down, revealing Ahmed’s soft, but thick, hairy cock. He was hit with the smell of the day's sweat, a hint of urine, and the unmistakable smell of cum. Without hesitation,
Jack took it into his mouth, feeling it grow from soft to hard, stretching his mouth and throat as it expanded to a monstrous size, well over 10 inches.
"You like my big cock, don't you, princess?" Ahmed groaned, watching Jack work.
"Mmm, so fucking much," Jack managed to say between breaths, his eyes watering from the size but not wanting to stop.
Ahmed, now fully erect, began to move, fucking Jack's throat with a rhythm that was both commanding and sensual. "Take it all, baby. Show me how much you want it."
The sensation overwhelmed Jack, his senses flooded with the musky scent of Ahmed, the taste of precum, and the physical challenge of accommodating such a large member. The room filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure until Ahmed's movements became more urgent. With a deep, guttural moan, he exploded down Jack's throat, coating it with a huge load of cum that Jack eagerly swallowed, the taste and the thrill of the moment indelible.
After the intense moment, Ahmed picked Jack up with surprising ease, throwing him onto the bed. With a predatory gaze, he pulled down Jack's trousers, exposing his white briefs. Ahmed then shoved his face into Jack's crack, sniffing deeply at his boy hole. The scent seemed to drive him wild, and in a moment of raw desire, he tore a hole in the back of the briefs, exposing Jack's tight, pink boy pussy.
"Fuck, you smell amazing," Ahmed growled before his mouth descended on Jack's exposed hole. His tongue explored with fervor, making Jack's boy pussy twitch and pucker.
"Oh god, yes, eat me out," Jack pleaded, his voice thick with need.
Ahmed licked and sucked, ensuring Jack was thoroughly wet and hungry. "You're so tight, you're going to feel so good around my cock."
Each stroke of Ahmed's tongue sent shivers through Jack, "Please, I need you inside me, now."
With each passing second, Jack felt his desire grow, his hole now not just wet but practically begging for the next phase of their encounter. Ahmed's oral ministrations had prepared him perfectly, leaving him both relaxed and ravenous.
"You ready for this cock, princess?" Ahmed asked, his voice a mix of dominance and lust.
"Yes, fuck yes, give it to me," Jack urged, his body trembling in anticipation.
Ahmed then slid his fingers towards Jack's boy pussy, his voice low and commanding, "Use your fingers. Stretch that little boy pussy out for me, baby."
Jack, now desperate for more, reached back, his fingers probing his own wet, eager hole. "Like this?" he asked, his voice quivering with anticipation as he worked to open himself up.
As Jack fingered his own hole, Ahmed grunted at the sight and began to work his monster cock back to life, getting it ready to fuck Jack. He then slapped his meat against Jack's cheeks, the sound echoing in the room, before running it up and down Jack's crack, enticing a whimper from beneath him.
Without warning, Ahmed pushed into Jack, burying his huge meat into Jack's tortured cunt in one go. Jack screamed, the pain shooting through him like lightning, his body tensing. But Ahmed was patient, allowing Jack a moment to adapt, his massive cock still as Jack's breath came in sharp, pained gasps. Gradually, the pain began to ebb, replaced by a building pleasure as Jack's body adjusted to the intrusion.
With each thrust, Ahmed's huge penis was dragged over Jack's prostate, the thick veins tugging at his pussy lips, which were now puffy and swollen. His thighs trembled with the pleasure. The hole gripped to Ahmed’s shaft, pushed inwards as his cock sank back into Jack's body and then dragged out, visibly clinging to the shaft, not wanting to let it go as Ahmed’s meat withdrew again.
As Ahmed pulled back, his thick, veined cock tugged at the lips of Jack's boy pussy, stretching them outward with each withdrawal, the flesh clinging to him like a second skin. The sensation was intense, the lips of Jack's hole visibly distending, reluctant to release the girth that had so thoroughly claimed it, only to be pushed back in with the next thrust, creating a cycle of pleasure that seemed to amplify with each movement.
Ahmed fucked Jack for hours, until he was putty in his hands, the relentless pounding on his prostate and the excitement of being dominated by this beast of a man finally pushing Jack over the edge. His cock exploded inside his briefs, cumming hands-free just from the stimulation of Ahmed’s cock. Jack's boy pussy clamped down on the meat inside him, milking it until Ahmed, with a roar of satisfaction, came deep inside the boy cunt, painting Jack's guts white and leaving his seed deep inside.
After the intense session, Ahmed slowly withdrew, his cock slipping out with a wet sound, leaving Jack feeling empty yet fulfilled. He then turned Jack over, gently spreading his legs to examine the aftermath. The boy pussy was red, swollen from use, with Ahmed's cum beginning to leak out. With a sense of pride mixed with curiosity, Ahmed ran his fingers around the stretched hole, watching how it twitched and pulsed from the hours of attention. He pushed a finger inside, feeling the warmth and the stickiness of his own seed, noting how the muscles quivered around his digit.
"Look at what I did to you, princess," Ahmed murmured, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. He played with Jack's opening, gently probing and massaging, watching as Jack's body responded with shudders of pleasure and remnants of pain. The sight of the damage he'd done, the way Jack's body had been so thoroughly claimed by him, was a testament to their night's passion.
Having inspected the puffy, leaking boy cunt between Jack's legs and slipping a finger into it, feeling his own cum leaking out, Ahmed became aroused again. With a surge of desire, he scooped Jack up into his arms, standing with the smaller man wrapped around his waist. Without a word, he impaled Jack once more on his cock, the familiar stretch causing Jack to gasp, his body adjusting to the intrusion with a mix of pain and pleasure. Ahmed's strength held Jack securely, their bodies pressed close as he began to move, the rhythm of their connection reigniting the fire of their passion.
Now, with Jack pressed against the wall, Ahmed pounded his desperate, leaking cunt relentlessly. Each thrust was powerful, driving Jack against the wall with a force that made the room echo with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh. Jack's moans were desperate, his body a vessel of pleasure and pain, his hole slick with their combined fluids, making Ahmed's entry smoother but no less intense.
Ahmed's pace quickened, his breaths becoming deep, ragged growls as he felt his climax building once more. The sensation of Jack's pussy, so tight and welcoming, spurred him on, his hips slamming into Jack with a primal rhythm. Jack clung to him, his fingers digging into Ahmed's broad shoulders, his own pleasure peaking again, his body trembling with the force of his last orgasm still echoing through him.
Finally, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, Ahmed came again, his cock pulsing deep inside Jack, filling him with his seed, a second wave of 'babies' as he playfully thought, ensuring his mark was left deep within Jack. Jack felt the warmth spread, his body accepting Ahmed's release with a shudder, the sensation overwhelming as he was once again filled to the brim with Ahmed's essence.
After cumming a second time, Ahmed slowly withdrew his cock from Jack's battered hole, the sound of separation filling the quiet room. He slapped his meat against Jack's pussy lips a couple of times, the wet sounds mingling with Jack's heavy breathing. Then, with a commanding presence, Ahmed straddled Jack's chest, his slimy, cummy cock hovering above Jack's face.
"Clean it," he ordered, his voice deep with authority. Jack, still riding the waves of pleasure and submission, opened his mouth, taking in Ahmed's cock once more. The taste of their combined fluids was intense, but Jack complied, his tongue working diligently to clean every inch, his actions driven by a mixture of desire and obedience.
After Jack cleaned Ahmed's cock, Ahmed rolled off him and lay down on the bed. It was now the early hours of the morning, and they were both exhausted. He pulled Jack into him, Jack's head resting on Ahmed's hairy pecs. They fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other's arms, the warmth and the unique intimacy of their encounter enveloping them in a peaceful slumber.
The morning light brought with it a mix of reality and afterglow. They spoke little, knowing the complexities of what had happened. Ahmed left with a promise to meet again if Jack returned, but both knew the chances were slim given their worlds' vast differences.
Jack left Egypt with more than just memories of the pyramids; he carried a story of unexpected connection, respect, and the beauty of crossing cultural divides, even if just for one night.
Ahmed was a vendor at the Khan el-Khalili bazaar, selling handcrafted jewelry. His presence was impossible to ignore; standing at 6 feet 3 inches, he had a muscular, strong build, accentuated by tight trousers that subtly showcased a large bulge. Dark, masculine features framed by black body hair gave him an aura of rugged charm. A cigarette hung constantly from his lips, adding to his rebellious allure.
When Jack passed by his stall, Ahmed called out, “You are a very pretty girl, aren’t you, come here, I’ve got something I want to give you princess.” Jack, used to the over friendliness of some Arabs, laughed it off and kept walking, examining the market stalls.
Despite the initial brush-off, Jack didn't think much of it until he noticed Ahmed following him at a distance as he wandered through the market. Deciding to take control of the situation, Jack turned around with a smile, "You think I'm pretty, do you? What else do you think of me?"
Ahmed smirked at Jack and approached him. “Yes, you very beautiful,” he said in broken English, his hand brushing against Jack's hip. “I very handsome, perfect for you, I show you good time, make you moan.” As he talked, Ahmed's hands continued to subtly caress Jack, moving over his lower back, then roaming over his thighs and even daringly squeezing his bum. In the crowded market, where they could blend into the chaos, Ahmed's thick fingers occasionally slipped into the back of Jack's trousers, rubbing over Jack's tight hole in a bold, clandestine exploration that was both thrilling and risky.
"You like that, don't you, pretty boy?" Ahmed whispered, his breath hot against Jack's ear.
"Fuck, yes," Jack gasped, the thrill of the touch making him bold. "More, I need more."
The day turned into evening, and Jack suggested they continue their conversation over dinner, away from the prying eyes of the market. They found a quiet café where they could talk more freely. Here too, Ahmed's hands didn't stray far from Jack, taking advantage of the dim lighting to continue his tactile exploration, the touch sending waves of anticipation through Jack.
"You want to feel my touch all over you, don't you?" Ahmed murmured, his hand brushing against Jack's thigh under the table.
"Please, don't stop," Jack breathed out, his voice a mix of urgency and desire.
As the night deepened, Jack felt an unusual sense of connection, but he was cautious. He invited Ahmed back to his hotel room, not out of naivety, but with a calculated risk, knowing he had control over the environment.
Back at the hotel, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Jack, aware of the cultural sensitivities, made sure the door was locked, providing a safe space away from the judgmental eyes of the world outside.
Once inside, Ahmed's demeanor shifted; he gently guided Jack to his knees. With a mix of excitement and compliance, Jack undid Ahmed's trousers, pushing them down his thick, strong, hairy thighs. Jack pulled them down, revealing Ahmed’s soft, but thick, hairy cock. He was hit with the smell of the day's sweat, a hint of urine, and the unmistakable smell of cum. Without hesitation,
Jack took it into his mouth, feeling it grow from soft to hard, stretching his mouth and throat as it expanded to a monstrous size, well over 10 inches.
"You like my big cock, don't you, princess?" Ahmed groaned, watching Jack work.
"Mmm, so fucking much," Jack managed to say between breaths, his eyes watering from the size but not wanting to stop.
Ahmed, now fully erect, began to move, fucking Jack's throat with a rhythm that was both commanding and sensual. "Take it all, baby. Show me how much you want it."
The sensation overwhelmed Jack, his senses flooded with the musky scent of Ahmed, the taste of precum, and the physical challenge of accommodating such a large member. The room filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure until Ahmed's movements became more urgent. With a deep, guttural moan, he exploded down Jack's throat, coating it with a huge load of cum that Jack eagerly swallowed, the taste and the thrill of the moment indelible.
After the intense moment, Ahmed picked Jack up with surprising ease, throwing him onto the bed. With a predatory gaze, he pulled down Jack's trousers, exposing his white briefs. Ahmed then shoved his face into Jack's crack, sniffing deeply at his boy hole. The scent seemed to drive him wild, and in a moment of raw desire, he tore a hole in the back of the briefs, exposing Jack's tight, pink boy pussy.
"Fuck, you smell amazing," Ahmed growled before his mouth descended on Jack's exposed hole. His tongue explored with fervor, making Jack's boy pussy twitch and pucker.
"Oh god, yes, eat me out," Jack pleaded, his voice thick with need.
Ahmed licked and sucked, ensuring Jack was thoroughly wet and hungry. "You're so tight, you're going to feel so good around my cock."
Each stroke of Ahmed's tongue sent shivers through Jack, "Please, I need you inside me, now."
With each passing second, Jack felt his desire grow, his hole now not just wet but practically begging for the next phase of their encounter. Ahmed's oral ministrations had prepared him perfectly, leaving him both relaxed and ravenous.
"You ready for this cock, princess?" Ahmed asked, his voice a mix of dominance and lust.
"Yes, fuck yes, give it to me," Jack urged, his body trembling in anticipation.
Ahmed then slid his fingers towards Jack's boy pussy, his voice low and commanding, "Use your fingers. Stretch that little boy pussy out for me, baby."
Jack, now desperate for more, reached back, his fingers probing his own wet, eager hole. "Like this?" he asked, his voice quivering with anticipation as he worked to open himself up.
As Jack fingered his own hole, Ahmed grunted at the sight and began to work his monster cock back to life, getting it ready to fuck Jack. He then slapped his meat against Jack's cheeks, the sound echoing in the room, before running it up and down Jack's crack, enticing a whimper from beneath him.
Without warning, Ahmed pushed into Jack, burying his huge meat into Jack's tortured cunt in one go. Jack screamed, the pain shooting through him like lightning, his body tensing. But Ahmed was patient, allowing Jack a moment to adapt, his massive cock still as Jack's breath came in sharp, pained gasps. Gradually, the pain began to ebb, replaced by a building pleasure as Jack's body adjusted to the intrusion.
With each thrust, Ahmed's huge penis was dragged over Jack's prostate, the thick veins tugging at his pussy lips, which were now puffy and swollen. His thighs trembled with the pleasure. The hole gripped to Ahmed’s shaft, pushed inwards as his cock sank back into Jack's body and then dragged out, visibly clinging to the shaft, not wanting to let it go as Ahmed’s meat withdrew again.
As Ahmed pulled back, his thick, veined cock tugged at the lips of Jack's boy pussy, stretching them outward with each withdrawal, the flesh clinging to him like a second skin. The sensation was intense, the lips of Jack's hole visibly distending, reluctant to release the girth that had so thoroughly claimed it, only to be pushed back in with the next thrust, creating a cycle of pleasure that seemed to amplify with each movement.
Ahmed fucked Jack for hours, until he was putty in his hands, the relentless pounding on his prostate and the excitement of being dominated by this beast of a man finally pushing Jack over the edge. His cock exploded inside his briefs, cumming hands-free just from the stimulation of Ahmed’s cock. Jack's boy pussy clamped down on the meat inside him, milking it until Ahmed, with a roar of satisfaction, came deep inside the boy cunt, painting Jack's guts white and leaving his seed deep inside.
After the intense session, Ahmed slowly withdrew, his cock slipping out with a wet sound, leaving Jack feeling empty yet fulfilled. He then turned Jack over, gently spreading his legs to examine the aftermath. The boy pussy was red, swollen from use, with Ahmed's cum beginning to leak out. With a sense of pride mixed with curiosity, Ahmed ran his fingers around the stretched hole, watching how it twitched and pulsed from the hours of attention. He pushed a finger inside, feeling the warmth and the stickiness of his own seed, noting how the muscles quivered around his digit.
"Look at what I did to you, princess," Ahmed murmured, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. He played with Jack's opening, gently probing and massaging, watching as Jack's body responded with shudders of pleasure and remnants of pain. The sight of the damage he'd done, the way Jack's body had been so thoroughly claimed by him, was a testament to their night's passion.
Having inspected the puffy, leaking boy cunt between Jack's legs and slipping a finger into it, feeling his own cum leaking out, Ahmed became aroused again. With a surge of desire, he scooped Jack up into his arms, standing with the smaller man wrapped around his waist. Without a word, he impaled Jack once more on his cock, the familiar stretch causing Jack to gasp, his body adjusting to the intrusion with a mix of pain and pleasure. Ahmed's strength held Jack securely, their bodies pressed close as he began to move, the rhythm of their connection reigniting the fire of their passion.
Now, with Jack pressed against the wall, Ahmed pounded his desperate, leaking cunt relentlessly. Each thrust was powerful, driving Jack against the wall with a force that made the room echo with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh. Jack's moans were desperate, his body a vessel of pleasure and pain, his hole slick with their combined fluids, making Ahmed's entry smoother but no less intense.
Ahmed's pace quickened, his breaths becoming deep, ragged growls as he felt his climax building once more. The sensation of Jack's pussy, so tight and welcoming, spurred him on, his hips slamming into Jack with a primal rhythm. Jack clung to him, his fingers digging into Ahmed's broad shoulders, his own pleasure peaking again, his body trembling with the force of his last orgasm still echoing through him.
Finally, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, Ahmed came again, his cock pulsing deep inside Jack, filling him with his seed, a second wave of 'babies' as he playfully thought, ensuring his mark was left deep within Jack. Jack felt the warmth spread, his body accepting Ahmed's release with a shudder, the sensation overwhelming as he was once again filled to the brim with Ahmed's essence.
After cumming a second time, Ahmed slowly withdrew his cock from Jack's battered hole, the sound of separation filling the quiet room. He slapped his meat against Jack's pussy lips a couple of times, the wet sounds mingling with Jack's heavy breathing. Then, with a commanding presence, Ahmed straddled Jack's chest, his slimy, cummy cock hovering above Jack's face.
"Clean it," he ordered, his voice deep with authority. Jack, still riding the waves of pleasure and submission, opened his mouth, taking in Ahmed's cock once more. The taste of their combined fluids was intense, but Jack complied, his tongue working diligently to clean every inch, his actions driven by a mixture of desire and obedience.
After Jack cleaned Ahmed's cock, Ahmed rolled off him and lay down on the bed. It was now the early hours of the morning, and they were both exhausted. He pulled Jack into him, Jack's head resting on Ahmed's hairy pecs. They fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other's arms, the warmth and the unique intimacy of their encounter enveloping them in a peaceful slumber.
The morning light brought with it a mix of reality and afterglow. They spoke little, knowing the complexities of what had happened. Ahmed left with a promise to meet again if Jack returned, but both knew the chances were slim given their worlds' vast differences.
Jack left Egypt with more than just memories of the pyramids; he carried a story of unexpected connection, respect, and the beauty of crossing cultural divides, even if just for one night.
