As our group crossed the border from Egypt into Israel, I knew I would never see Seth again, nor feel his power. He had awoken in me that passion for love making that I had shut down a while ago. The raw intensity of the way he fucked me, the passion that came over me when he slowly made love to me, the way he could fuck me twice in a row without ever taking that big cock out of my ass was still lingering in my mind. I stared out the window at the sudden green landscape of Israel as I left behind the golden brown baked desert of Egypt. I needed another real man. A beast. I needed more.
Israel was a stark contrast to the heat of the desert we just left. We headed to Tel Aviv which was a bustling, busy, metropolitan type city. Such a difference from where we had just left. We had dinner at the Hard Rock in Tel Aviv, and then headed off to our accommodations for the evening. The following day we would begin the sights of the Holy Land.
Our first day involved a tour of Bethlehem where we were introduced to our guide for the next few days. Nir was a married father, in his 40s, of good looks and average height. Nothing overly spectacular when I first met him. Yet there was something so intriguing about him for me, I couldn’t quite explain it. It must have been the way Seth had set my senses ablaze that I was drawn into this man as the first connection with another exotic male since I left Egypt. Nir had that sexy look about him, attractive enough in that friend’s dad sort of way. His hair was long on top and curly, black almost with spots of grey throughout. He was clean shaven, lean with some muscle on him, and very tanned looking. He had small brown eyes that were friendly, and had the slightest accent and soothing voice that I found I listened to intently. And, I noted on day one, he had a great round bubble ass.
I found myself enthralled with his stories as he talked at the sites. I studied his large veiny hands as he pointed. I watched his large Adam’s apple bounce up and down when he spoke. And every time he turned for us to follow, my eyes went to his round butt. He was dressed like a guide – brown khaki pants with hiking boots, a long sleeve cotton button down with a cotton dark vest. His opened collar revealed a smooth chest from what I could tell when I got closer to him. He wasn’t my normal draw, but there was something about him that I was finding so sexy and hot.
The second day he met our group at breakfast before we loaded the bus for a day long tour. He was wearing a short sleeve polo shirt, which showed baseball sized biceps underneath. There was more to this dad than I suspected. Suddenly I found him even more intriguing.
I stayed close to him this day as we toured Capernaum and the Sea of Galilee. At one point, as I was standing at the edge of the Mount of Beatitudes, overlooking the Sea of Galilee and taking in the breathtaking view, Nir joined me.
“Beautiful view isn’t it?” He asked, standing beside me and following my gaze outwards over the blue water and scenic landscape.
“It is. What a peaceful spot.” It was quiet, and my heart was pumping faster as this dad stood beside me.
He started giving me his spiel about the spot, and I got caught up in listening to his voice and found myself staring at him. His eyes were looking out at everything he was talking about. He had a smile on his face as he said it all, which made him look handsome in the sunlight. His arms were strong as I had noticed today, his biceps the kind you could hold on to and feel the ball shaped of the muscles. His stomach was flat in his shirt, and I suddenly looked at his crotch.
I am standing on a holy spot and staring at a married man’s groin. I am going to hell, I thought to myself.
Then his hand was on my shoulder and he turned me around to look back at the large church built on the site. His hand on me felt warm, and my heart quickened as I took in the view from where we had come. Even the sight of the church against the gorgeous sky was something that took your breath away. Much like Nir’s hand on me.
Others came into view from the church and I was snapped out of my spell. But that memory on that hilltop stayed with me for the rest of the day, and I was looking at Nir with a new desire.
The day ended with a rousing late-night dinner at a secluded tour group pub just outside of Jerusalem, where we started drinking and partying. Nir was there too, and I made sure I was at his table. It was a long table, Nir was at one end, and I was sitting across from him diagonally in the second seat in. My eyes were studying him as we all drank and laughed. And naturally, they started playing music that got everyone up dancing, and when Hava Nagila started, Nir grabbed my hand and pulled me up onto the table with him, encouraging everyone to do the same. He was a surprisingly good dancer, now teaching me some moves as the song roared and everyone was laughing on the tabletops. A couple of times I swayed and he either grabbed hold of my arms, or put that strong hand on my back to steady me, and I found myself smiling at him with that doe-y eyed look.
And I think he was smiling back.
When the song was over many stayed on the tables for another loud sound, but Nir jumped off and grabbed a pitcher of beer to pour a glass. I jumped down beside him and he handed me a glass. His arm was around me as we drank and chatted, laughed and giggled. He was just a little bit taller than me as we stood side by side, arm around me. This beer made me light-headed and I was now leaning into him to talk closer, so close I could smell him. Musky. A hint of mint. Vanilla soap. Maybe a trace of cedar or something. He smelled GOOD.
I found myself heading off to take a leak, and standing at the urinal, closed my eyes as I started my stream, enjoying the sudden quiet from the music. The door opened behind me and Nir was beside me, doing his business.
Of course I looked over and down.
His cock was fat, long, cut of course. It wasn’t erect, but it was the size of one that should be. I looked back up quickly as he said, “Here we meet again.” His voice was suddenly very sultry.
I pushed myself back a bit as I swayed lightly, exposing my cock a little bit. But his eyes were turned to mine as he talked. “You’re a good little dancer.” He said to me, locking eyes.
I broke the gaze and looked down at him again. I couldn’t help it. He had taken a step back and I could clearly see his cock out as the hot stream flowed from it. The head of his cock was wider than his shaft. It looked like a bullet. And it looked so fucking tasty.
I quickly focused and brought my gaze forward. “You’re not so bad yourself for an old guy.” I said laughing.
He laughed too. “Old guy! Ha!” He finished his business and started to tuck that monster away. “I could teach you a thing or too.”
I shook my dick and slipped it back into my underwear and followed him to the sink. “I bet you could.” I said to him in the mirror.
He eyed me carefully. “Although at your age I’m sure you are already good at many things.” He winked and walked out the door.
Fuck me! I thought. My imagination was going wild. Now that I saw that cock, I wanted him more.
Our group packed onto the bus to head to our hostel for the evening, and Nir was on it too. I watched him sitting at the front, and noticed that occasionally he was glancing back my way. Or was I imagining it?
When we unloaded off the bus, some of us stuck around the outside, or hovered in the lobby area along with our group leader and Nir, who were both off to the side by the counter talking, probably planning the next day. I wandered around, pretending to look at the brochures in the lobby, the decorations, the windows, the ceiling, the floor tiles…anything to hover and see if my suspicions were correct. Nir WAS watching me with sideways glances.
When our group leader and bus driver left, Nir was alone at the counter. He didn’t move, but rested there a bit, looking at the lobby. I stopped by a section of tourist brochures, and picked one up outlining a tour to the home of Peter in Capernaum where I had already visited. And then Nir looked over at me, and I met and held his gaze.
I froze, wondering what was going to happen. Was I reading this properly? All I could think of was that cock.
He smiled at me, then cocked his head to the left, and slowly started to walk in that direction, looking at me to see if I was taking the hint to follow him.
I was.
He slowly walked away, down the hallway now towards the back of the hostel, turning slightly to make sure I was behind him. He turned at the exit sign to a doorway that obviously led to the stairs. He opened it up and looked directly at me as he stepped out of my sight line, holding the door open for me. As I approached, he let it go and started walking down the stairs of the concrete stairwell. I followed.
The stairwell led to basement in a two sectioned manner for one flight. He went down the first flight of stairs to a landing with no doors and stopped, leaning his back against the wall out of sight from both the top flight and down below. I walked tentatively down to meet him, walking so softly so my steps didn’t echo in the stairwell. His eyes were on mine as he waited.
I stepped in front of him, not moving, close enough I could smell his scent again which was so sweet smelling. We weren’t smiling now, but our eyes were locked on the other. And then my hand went to his bulge and I felt his hard cock through his pants. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as I massaged his cock. I felt it grow at my touch and started to grab it with more force. I could hear my own breathing intensify as I roughly massaged and rubbed and grabbed at it. His hands went to his button and zipper and as he undid his pants, my hand slipped into his underwear to feel that cock.
It was emanating heat and was hard, straining to be released. I could feel course hairs against my hand as I grabbed his meat, pulling it out of his underwear and into my view. I looked down at it, thick, big, and already leaking pre-cum. I moaned as I knelt down in front of him and licked the tip, tasting him.
I looked up at him as I swallowed the sample, and then engulfed the entire thing down my throat. He put his head back up against the wall as his right hand came to the back of my head to hold it as I sucked on his cock. He tasted delicious, his pubes trimmed short to amplify the size of his tool, which was bigger than mine, and thicker. I knew that my mouth was getting a good workout with this piece of meat.
My hands went to his legs. I pulled his pants down to his knees, exposing his upper legs which were lightly hairy and muscular, though lean. Both my hands were on his quads as I sucked up and down on his cock. I wanted this married dad’s cum. I was hungry to have another man feed me. I felt insatiable.
I sucked on his cock for about ten minutes, uninterrupted, in the same position – on my knees as he held the back of my head. There wasn’t much noise, other than my slurping and gagging sounds. When his second hand grabbed my head and he started thrusting his hips, I knew it was time.
I grabbed the base and jerked it while I sucked it deep, causing him to utter a deep sound and his eyes opened, and looked down at me as he now fucked my skull, using his hands to hold me in place. He sucked in air as he shot the first load of thick cum into my mouth. I clamped down on his cock, determined not to spill a drop, as he thrust into me and flooded my mouth. I couldn’t believe the amount of cum this man was feeding me. He was clutching my hair, and gritting his teeth, and holding me as he shuddered out the last drop, trying not to be loud.
He let out a big groan as his grip softened on my head, and I felt his cock begin to soften in my mouth. A loud gasp followed as I moved my tongue under his cock as I pulled back a bit. Fuck he was sensitive. I grabbed the base and pulled off, then licked it like an ice cream cone all the way back up before shoving it back down my mouth again, making sure I had every last sweet tasting drop.
He looked down at me again, smiling now, shuddering a bit more as I enjoyed his cock. And then he bent down and pulled up his pants to his waist. I reluctantly let go and watched him pull his underwear over his cock. “Thanks.” He said quietly. “It’s been a while since I…uh…”
I nodded, wiping my chin to make sure I didn’t have any tell tale signs. “No kidding.” I stood up, unsure of what else he was into or might want to do. But now he was awkward, shy, and hastily doing up his pants.
“I mean it. Thanks. That was hot. I needed that. Really.” He started to back up, and moved towards the stairs. “Please don’t say anything.” He said quietly as he started ascending.
I shook my head. “No worries man. You fucking tasted awesome.”
He blushed when I said that, and then looked at me for a moment. I wasn’t sure if he wanted more, or a kiss, or what he was thinking. I found him strikingly sexy at that very moment, that vulnerable moment when I knew he wanted to act on his feelings but he was too afraid to move.
I let him off the hook. “I’ll see you around tomorrow.”
He sighed heavily. “You bet.” And he turned and walked up the stairs, opening the door and leaving.
I stood still with my back against the doorway and rubbed my own hard cock in my pants. I guess I would have to wait to release this load. For now.
