Lust on the Nile

Well, this time it did not take me long at all to come up with a new story.  A long-time planned trip to Egypt with my husband and 17 other family members including a cruise on the Nile gave me an inspiration after I met a nice young man on the trip. His quiet yet charming personality was going to be the focal point of my new story.  The rest of it wrote itself. 

Most of my stories are about straight or seemingly straight men who discover their love and lust for another man and finally take the plunge with same sex love.  This story is more about someone whose circumstances have made it a necessity for him to suppress any form of gay life or gay love.  Many readers of this site take for granted the freedoms that most of us enjoy in the free world.  We don’t know the pains that those in developing countries and less accepting societies have to go through just to stay safe, let alone ever experience true love. 

Although this is a story about secret gay love, I will as per my routine develop the characters fully before the sex happens.  This too is going to be a love story with sex, not simply just another sex story.  If you want sex right away, this is not the story for you.  If you want to fall in love, laugh, cry, and feel butterflies, then this is definitely the story for you. 

As usual, your feedback is always most welcome.  You can send me an email at [email protected] or leave a comment on the bottom of this page. 

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Lust on the Nile

By DrThroat

Ah, youth.  “If I only knew then what I know now.”  How many times have we all recited this phrase when it comes to life experiences?  How many times have we missed opportunities when we were too young and innocent to take that crucial step?  And how many times have we, as elder selves, been party to others taking or not taking those same crucial first steps, just to remember our own experiences at that same stage of life?

This story takes us back to a few years ago.  My name is Lyle, and to make it easy and short, I look like your stereotypical California man who is of Scottish descent.  I have gorgeous ginger hair that admittedly has become a bit more strawberry blonde by the time I had turned 43, the timing of this story.  But my pubic hair had stayed red hot fire crotch forever. 

I stand tall at 6 foot 3 inches.  I have piercing blue eyes.  A soft pale complexion to match my hair.  I have quite a bit of chest hair to make my torso ever so masculine, but no excess hair elsewhere in places it does not belong.  I have wide shoulders and a tapered waist.  My glutes had given me perfectly bubble butts.  If you put a Scottish kilt on me and nothing else, I could be a zaddy porn star. Some people joke around that I look like a character out of Tom of Finland.  Some people say I look like that model Matt Dubbe (google him).

I had been dating Kurt just shy of 5 years at that point.  He was a successful plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills.  We divided our time between my condo in West Hollywood and his weekend house in Palm Springs.  The rest of the time we used to jetset all over the world.  He was always the wild one of us two, and I was the more well-grounded stabilizing force.  We complemented each other perfectly.

We had watched the original movie Stargate during the covid lockdown and had become fans of Egyptology and all the mystery and intrigue that comes with it.  We had put a trip to Egypt on our bucket list.  So, for our upcoming 5-year anniversary I had planned a super high end surprise trip to Egypt.  And yes, I was going to propose to him, probably by the Great Pyramids.  I told him about the dates for the trip so he could block off his schedule, but I did not tell him the destination.

The trip was all set.  I had bought him a wedding ring from Van Cleef & Arpels, befitting of a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon.  I was getting really psyched about this trip, and about our future together. 

Ten days before the trip I came back home.  Kurt was already home.  He was sitting on the sofa.  He looked like had seen a ghost.  He was pale, anxious, and borderline volatile.  The long and short of it was that he had stumbled onto the wedding ring I had bought him.  He had not seen that coming.  In fact, he was not of the mindset to settle down.  He still thought of himself as a free spirit.  He did not see himself as a committed man.  He was not ready.  And it was good that he had found the ring now by accident rather making a scene when I would have proposed to him wherever it was that I was planning to take him.  He just could not do it.  We had a good 5 years, but he was out. 

Well, I was devastated.  Yes, he was a free spirit and that’s what I loved about him.  But I wasn’t trying to tame him, or to control him.  I just wanted to confess my love and to settle down.  But he just couldn’t. 

He moved out the next day.  It was over.  We were done.  My whole world had collapsed on me.  I couldn’t believe I was single again.  And all because I had the best intentions of getting married to the man that I loved. 

It was too late to cancel the trip with the travel agency.  Nobody was forcing me to go.  But they were not going to refund my money.  And travel insurance didn’t apply here since it was a voluntary cancellation rather than a medical situation. 

Up until the last day I didn’t know if I was going to go on the trip on my own, not go at all, or ask a buddy to go as my plus one last minute. 

At the end, I decided to go on my own.  The trip was already paid for.  It was supposed to be a trip of a lifetime.  Who knew if I were going to meet someone else who would want to go to Egypt with me any time soon?  Yes, knowing that I was going to propose there, that was going to be hard. But it was also a chance to get away from reality.

The flight from LA to Cairo was rather long.  Thanks heavens for business class.  Abercrombie & Kent are known for their high-end clientele and their high end accommodations.  Our group consisted of 19 people (well, it was going to be 20 with Kurt).  They were all straight, but I knew that when I booked the trip.  Neither this travel company nor the destination are terribly gay.

In our group, there was a mid-age British couple, and another from Germany.  There was a very nice Australian couple.  The husband, Callum, was drop dead gorgeous, right out of some Australian porn movie.  Rugged and tanned and with that sweet Aussie twang.  The wife, Carol, was super nice.  They were there with their two 12-year-old twin daughters who were admittedly more mature than their age.  Seeing that I was traveling solo, the Aussie family immediately adopted me as their favorite guncle.  The rest of the crowd were some senior citizens and one entitled honeymoon couple. 

We spent the first 3 days sightseeing in Cairo.  I have to admit that at the end of each day I busted a nut dreaming about my new obsession Callum the Aussie straight man.  I wanted to strip him naked, suck his cock, then fuck him up the ass to show that straight man what he was missing, all the while that he would talk dirty to me in his Australian accent.  It was hard seeing him at breakfast the next day and pretending all was fine, when I had fantasy-fucked him the night before. 

On the fourth day we took a short internal flight to Luxor.  There we visited the Karnak and Luxor temples, as well as the Valley of the Kings and the Valley of the Queens, along with the most impressive Temple of Hatshepsut, Egypt’s first female pharaoh who had to dress like a man and act like a man to convince everyone she was fit to be the ruler.  Basically, she was a transgender king.  While everybody thinks of the Great Pyramids as the ultimate symbol of ancient Egypt, the pyramids are just a pile of rocks.  These temple and tombs are really what marks the greatness of that ancient civilization. 

All this time, I was also getting to be more friendly with the Aussies.  My fascination with Callum’s captivating demeanor, his charm, his affect, was growing every day.

 After two days in Luxor, we embarked on a Nile cruise.  They had arranged for us to be on a traditional sailboat called dahabiyas.  They are low profile boats with 10 guest rooms on the lower floor right on the water, and an open-air deck above where you have all your meals and hang out all day in between excursions.  There is one big sail in the front and one in the back, nothing on top.  

By the time we embarked the boat, they had already brought all our luggage on board and left them in our respective rooms.  My room was at the end of the hallway, facing the very back.  I had reserved one of the two master suites, anticipating this would be a celebratory trip rather than a consolation prize. The other master suite was occupied by one of the senior citizen couples.  The Aussies were down the hall in the cabin next to mine; the girls had their own room after that. There was one set of stairs going to the upper deck right by my room, and another one all the way in the front of the boat.

It seemed like the boat had an army of workers on it.  Perhaps as many as the guests.  Rough and rugged Egyptian men, each with more machismo than the next.  They were proud Egyptians, all donning traditional earth-tone galabeyahs (the floor-length tunic traditional for that part of the world), with a light scarf lightly wrapped around their necks to complete the look. 

At first glance it looked like a mess of workers all on board doing busy work and all shouting at each other in Arabic.  It was a scene right out of Indiana Jones, with us white people on the upper deck observing but not understanding a word or anything about how this sailboat worked.  Later I learned that certain crew were assigned to managing the sails, certain other ones managed meals and guest services.  Others were confined to the kitchen, or to cleaning duties.  There was a method to the madness. 

In between socializing with Callum and Carol, I was mesmerized by the sights on the Nile and the energy of the crew.  As I learned to distinguish the crew one from another, one particular one caught my eyes.  Frankly, my gaydar went off on him right away.  He did not have that machismo swagger as the rest of them.  His shoulders were a bit more drooped in as he walked, implying some level of shyness.  He had more of a shuffle rather that broad steps like the rest of them.  His facial features were much softer.  His physical build was not evident of years of hard labor on the boat.  In our terms, he would have been the twink of the pack.  Later in the afternoon, as most of the workers engaged in Muslim prayer, he just stood on the side, took in the scenery of the Nile and very deliberately did not pray with them.

We watched our first sunset on the Nile.  It was truly majestic.  They served us mint tea and traditional date cookies.  Afterwards, pretty much all the guests went to their rooms to shower and dress for dinner.  I took the back stairs down to the lower level.  Just as I took the last step, I almost bumped into the twink.  He had come all the way down the hall from the other side.  Apparently, the linen closet was right next to my room.

“Sorry, Sir, I’m so sorry,” he said in English with minimal accent.  “Please go ahead, I’ll get the tablecloths after you.”  After the first glance at me, his head was drooped to the floor the rest of the time.  He did not look me in the eyes. 

I went into my room, still looking at him standing there frozen, with his gaze to the floor.  He was not going to move until I was all settled in.  I closed the door behind me.  Only then I heard him open the linen closet next to my cabin to get what he needed. 

What a peculiar character.  So polite, so humble.  He spoke English, from the two sentences he offered, much better than I thought.  He had the perfect mannerisms for someone in that service industry.  I could be wrong about my gaydar, but I thought he was a sister.  I wondered what life would be like for him, surrounded by a chauvinistic culture and all these macho men all the time.  I knew homosexuality was illegal in Egypt, but that does not stop anyone from being gay.  You just have to be discrete.  I wondered if his gaydar went off on me.  I didn’t have telltale soft features like him.  As I said, I was more of a character from Tom of Finland.  But if you know the type, then your gaydar would go off on me too.

At dinner I sat with the Aussies, my new family.  Really, what a lovely bunch!  I was so thankful they had adopted me.  I observed the service routine of all the workers serving us dinner.  There was one headmaster in charge, with the twink and another guy working under him.  Everything was served family style.  The headmaster did most of the serving of the food, with the twink and the other one in charge of tidying up and removing dirty or empty dishes. Luckily, the twink was assigned to my end of the table. 

During dinner, I was stealing glances at the twink and the way he was carrying himself.  He had such a demure and shy affect about him.  He was genuinely happy to serve others.  I caught him stealing glances at me too. Not sure if he was curious to look at me, or he was getting aware of me examining him. But yes, a bit too much stolen glances.  One time his sleeve brushed my cheek as he was clearing my plate. 

After dinner and dessert, a few of the guests hung out at the upper deck for drinks.  Slowly, two by two, they retired to their respective rooms, including the Aussie family.  I had brought my book with me, and planned to do a bit of reading on the upper deck before going back to my room.

I sat on one of the low couches, the ones made in old Middle Eastern style, and stretched my legs toward the one end.  I took out my book and started reading where I had left off.  I was facing forward in the boat.  After 10 minutes of reading, I lowered by book to take in the night view.  Just then I spotted the twink at the very front of the deck, sitting on the first step off the deck.  I’m not sure if he had been sitting there this whole time, or if he was checking me out.

When he saw me looking at him, he got up and walked toward me.  He stood a few feet away.  With that same drooping shoulder and gaze locked to the floor, he asked: “Does Sir need something more?”

“Um, I’m good right now,” I replied.

“Perhaps mint tea?  It is a perfect for your digestion after a meal.”  His gaze was still locked to the floor in between us.  He did not make any eye contact.

“You know, that’s a good idea.  Yes please.”  I didn’t need anything really, I just wanted to be supportive of his suggestion. Without saying a word, he shuffled all the way to the front of the deck and disappeared down the stairs.  I assumed he went to the kitchen to get the tea.  I went back to my book.

A couple of minutes later I heard him come up the stairs and shuffle his way toward me.  I put down my book.  Sure enough, he had his freshly brewed mint tea ready for me.  He put it on the side table next to me and left again to his spot on the first step off the main deck all the way in the front.  He never even lingered around for me to thank him. 

I went back to my book.  Every few minutes I put the book down to take a sip of my tea.  Every single time he would be in his spot checking to see if I would summon him for something or another.  It was as though he was my own personal butler waiting for my next move or my next command. 

I finally finished my mint tea.  He was right.  It was a good digestive for the end of the meal.  Without being summoned, the twink got up from his spot and shuffled toward me again. 

“Sir, would you like a second cup of mint tea?”  he asked. He was standing again looking at the same spot on the floor, never locking eyes with me even though I was looking straight at him. 

“Thank you very much.  No, I’m good,” I replied.  “And thank you for the suggestion.  It did hit a spot.”

I could see a slight smile on his face, even though he was looking at the floor.  He was content to have suggested something useful to me.

“Would Sir like something else?  Water, wine?”

“No, I’m all good.  Thank you very much. And have a good night.”

Without saying a word, or looking at me, he grabbed the empty teacup and went down the stairs to the kitchen.

The next time I put my book down for a second to look around, he was still seated on that first step.  He must have noticed me putting my book down and looked at me from a distance.  I gave him a smile.  He smiled, and then went back to look at a spot on the floor in front of him.  What a peculiar character. 

This happened a few times.  I would look beyond my book, he would look at me, we would exchange a smile, he would look away again, and I would go back to my book. 

After the fifth time this happened, I summoned him over with a gesture of my fingers.  He was quick to jump up and shuffle back to my direction.  He stood at the same safe distance he did the last time, gaze to the floor, and asked softly: “Sir, what else can I help you with?”

“I’m actually all good for the rest of the evening.  Is there anything holding you up?”  I asked, trying to understand why he was lingering around.

“Oh, Sir, I am on the late shift.  My duties are to stay and help until the last guest retires to their room.  I will be your assistant for as long as you might need me.”

“That’s very kind of you.  I don’t think I need anything more tonight.  Feel free to go get some rest.”

“Sir, thank you Sir.  My duties are to accompany the very last guest for as long as they are on deck.  I’ll be sitting over there.  Please don’t let my presence bother you.”

“You’re no bother at all.  In fact, you are so great at your job.”  I could see he was blushing.  All this while he was still looking at the floor, not at me.  “Maybe that’s my sign to go sleep already.”  He didn’t say a thing. 

I picked up my book and went to the stairs in the back of the upper deck.  I headed down.  I could feel he was 5 steps behind me, making sure I was in fact going to my room.  By the time I had reached the door to my room, he had come down the stairs behind me and was still 5 steps behind me.  I opened the door, looked back at him to see what his intentions were.  He quickly looked up at me, with a most inquisitive stare.

I didn’t rush into the room.  I just stood there for a moment, absorbing him in.  He did not continue to look back at me.  After a few seconds, he looked back at the floor, this time with a look of dread on his face.  No, this was not the kind of place I could invite him to come into my room to see what would happen.  Not that I was looking for that.  Not that he was my type.  Not that I was ready for anything to happen so soon after the breakup with Kurt.  Not that I knew the first thing about the twink to guess if he wanted to be invited in.  Not that I knew for sure if he was gay.  Not that I knew he had figured out I was gay.  All of this was just in my head. 

I closed the door behind me.  Only then I heard him shuffle further and further down the hallway until I couldn’t hear him anymore.  I found him to be so interesting, yet so reserved.  His world was so different than mine. Yet I felt a connection as the only 2 gay men on the boat.  But then again, I had no confirmation he was gay.  Maybe I was just making this all up in my head.  All this time I didn’t even ask his name.  Not sure he knew my name.

The next morning, we were greeted with the most sumptuous breakfast spread.  I took my usual spot with the Aussies.  Callum looked extra glowing that morning.  I’m sure he got laid last night. I know I would have fucked him non-stop if he was my man.

The twink was there with the headmaster and the other assistant serving us coffee and tea. 

“Good morning, Sir.  Would Sir like some Turkish coffee for breakfast?” he asked me as he was pouring me pressed coffee from the pot.

“That would be lovely,” I replied.  Not that I was dying for that, but I wanted him to feel good about his suggestion, much like the mint tea last night. 

He came back a couple of minutes later with a see-through glass of Turkish coffee. Just as he was handing me the glass, my fingers briefly brushed against his.  I didn’t plan for that to happen.  Shocked by this breach on my account, I looked him in the eyes.  He was equally shocked by that brief human touch.  Once he saw me looking at him, he quickly changed his gaze to the floor and walked away.  The rest of the meal he attended to our table without making any direct eye contact with anyone. 

That morning’s excursion was to take a walk through a typical village, walk to the desert, go through some sand dunes, and then end back on the boat for lunch.  It was fascinating seeing how the locals lived, with sand everywhere, school aged children out in the fields working, mud and stone houses built around narrow alleyways.  We eventually reached the desert and continued our hike.  The headmaster was leading the front, and the twink seemed to be in charge of rounding up the last guest.  As most other guests were walking two by with their mates, that left me as the last person just ahead of the twink.  I slowed down my pace a bit to let the twink catch up with me. 

“My name is Lyle,” I said when he was almost by my side.  “What’s your name?”

“My name is Ash, Sir,” he replied. 

“Is Ash an Arabic name?”

“No, my full name is Ashraf.  But everyone calls me Ash, Sir.”

“Well, nice to meet you Ashraf.”

“Nice to meet you too, Sir.” 

I was hoping he would call me by my first name, but I think culturally that was out of his comfort zone to do so.  To him I was Sir.  The tall white man from America with ginger hair and pale complexion.  The kind of man who had colonized his country for the past couple of centuries.  Yes, I was Sir.

“So, where are you from?” I tried to keep the conversation going. 

“I was born and raised in Luxor, Sir, where you embarked on the boat.”

I tried to keep the conversation going as we walked the desert.  I learned that he was 24.  The eldest of 4 kids.  His father was a basic farmer.  His younger brother was in medical school.  He was using this job to make money to support his family and help with his brother’s medical school expenses.  There was no mention of a girlfriend (or boyfriend), although in that culture it was not the norm for young people to date without the permission of their respective parents.  He had finished his mandatory army service right after high school, and then worked in one of the hotels in Luxor before joining the river cruise boat industry. 

I tried to keep the conversation going.  He would respond to my questions respectfully but would not initiate any questions or commentary on his own.  Every time there would be 5-10 seconds of silence before my next question.  I didn’t know if he wanted to keep the conversation going.  Was I being a pushy American?  Who said I had the right to ask him all these questions?

Finally, I decided to stop prying.  Sure enough, he offered no conversation of his own.  We just walked next to each other quietly. 

After 10 or so minutes of quiet walking, he finally asked a question.  I guess curiosity got the best of him. 

“Is Sir traveling alone?” he asked.  Obviously, he had seen I was alone on this trip. But he was trying to understand my circumstances.  That was a much nosier question than I expected of him.  But after he answered every single personal question of mine, it was only fair I should share too.

“Yes, unfortunately I am here alone.”  I was acutely aware of using the correct gender when offering the next part of my answer.  But I felt safe telling him that the person I was supposed to be here with was a man, not a woman.  “I had booked this trip to come with my boyfriend.  Well, now ex-boyfriend. He broke up with me two weeks ago right before this trip.”

“I am sorry to hear, Sir,” he did not seem to get phased by me telling him I had a boyfriend.  As though he expected such an answer. 

“Yeah, I guess it wasn’t meant to be.”

“How long had you and your boyfriend been together, Sir?” he was asking more direct questions.  He was definitely comfortable with the boyfriend thing.  Either he was being very polite and accepting, or he spotted another gay man and saw an opportunity to share and bond. 

“Oh, we were together almost 5 years.  I thought what we had was forever, but I had guessed wrong.”

“I’m sorry it did not work out, Sir.”

I didn’t think it was appropriate to share the whole wedding proposal thing yet.  It’s one thing to be gay, but gay marriage was definitely not accepted here in Egypt.  And I still did not know for a fact that Ash was gay or not.

As we kept walking, I shared a little bit more about California and my home in West Hollywood.  About me also growing up on a farm in Wyoming and then moving to South California after college.   I didn’t want to enamor him with my ritzy life in West Hollywood.  I spared him all the details of gay life in my social circles.  Baby steps for him.

Just about then we finally finished our excursion and reached our boat. 

“Ash, it was a pleasure talking to you and learning more about you and your beautiful country.”

“The pleasure was all mine, Sir.”

I extended my had to shake his.  He was taken back a bit.  I guess he didn’t expect to be treated like an interesting human being, the subject of interest by a traveler from a land far away.  A handshake usually implies mutual respect and similar status.  He was used to being a servant, not a companion on a desert trek.

Shyly, he finally extended his hand to shake mine.  His gaze went back to the floor, avoiding looking at me directly as he shook my hand.  He has such a humility about him.  Such an innocence I was not used to in my circle of acquaintances. 

Lunch was ready for us on the boat.  I took my seat with the Aussies.  It was a buffet of all kinds of Middle Eastern mezzes, including some Egyptian favorites like Kashory and Taamiya (Egyptian falafel made with fava beans).

“Would sir like a cold beverage?” Ash asked me as he was bussing some of the plates away.

“Some iced tea would be nice, thank you.”

He returned with a tall glass of iced tea.  Our fingers touched again as he handed me the glass.  I knew I cherished his innocent touch.  I can’t say how he felt about that.

After lunch, we were going to sail until sunset, and then dock.  I took my book to the upper deck and sat in the same spot as I was last night.  The mid-afternoon sun felt really good on my face.  I knew I should have applied sunscreen, but I was too lazy to go back. 

A few pages in, and I was feeling sluggish.  I put my book down and closed my eyes.  I must have dozed off for at least half an hour out there on the upper deck.  The shrieks of some villager boys cheering our boat down the Nile woke me up.  Just when I was fully waking up, Ash approached me.

“Would Sir like some Turkish coffee?  It’s the perfect wake-me-up after a mid-day nap.”

“Sure, that would be lovely.”  He could read minds too. 

He came back with the coffee in a few minutes, accompanied by a date cookie and a piece of baklava.  He gave me a charming smile and then left to go back down the front stairs to the front of the boat, his usual station.

Just after sunset, I went down the back steps to go back to my room.  Once again, I ran into Ash coming down the main corridor to access the linen closet 

“I’m sorry, Sir.  I was trying to get tablecloths for dinner service again.  Sorry to bump into you again.  I’m so sorry, Sir.  Please, go ahead, Sir.”

I gave him an understanding smile.  I went to my room and opened the door.  I opened the door, but did not go in immediately.  Instead, I lingered a bit at the doorway and looked at Ash.  He in turn intermittently stole glances at me and would then look down to the floor.

There was a certain taboo for him being there at the entrance to my room.  Under any other circumstances, if I were in a western country like France or Germany, I would be cruising this guy and invite him in for a quickie.  But this was Egypt.  And this was Ash.  I still did not know for a fact if he were gay or just friendly to a lonely traveler.  I didn’t even know if Ash knew anything about cruising.  Or even if he ever had any sexual experiences in the past.  Yes, this was not the time or the place for such adventures.

He was frozen in his place.  Eventually I gave him a smile during one of those few times he looked up, went into my room and closed the door.  I had just met Ash yesterday, yet he had been occupying my mind nonstop since then.  His youthful innocence was absolutely captivating. 

At dinner Ash definitely lingered around our table more than other tables he was assigned to.  I did accept his offer of tasting an Egyptian beer he suggested.  Frankly, I was not a fan of that beer, but I appreciated his offer. 

After dinner, I had planned to read my book on the deck again.  This had nothing to do with my encounters with Ash the night before, that was just my after-dinner routine.

I took the same seat in one of the couches.  Two by two everyone else eventually went back to their rooms.  It was just me and my book.  Sure enough, Ash was sitting on the same first step off the main deck all the way in the front.  After 15 minutes he shuffled toward me and repeated his ever-familiar question.

“Would Sir like a drink?  Perhaps mint tea again?”

Just then something got into me.  “Yes, can you please bring me two mint teas?”

“Two teas, Sir?  I can bring you your second cup later, so it is nice and hot. You don’t need to order both cups all at once.”

“Thank you, but I would love both cups at the same time.”

“Yes, Sir.”  He didn’t offer any more counterarguments.  He must have thought I was crazy.

A couple of minutes later he showed up with 2 cups of fresh mint tea.  He laid them both on the coffee table in front of me.

“Would you like to join me for a cup of mint tea?” I asked him.  I made a gesture with my hand inviting him to sit next to me.  I am not sure my sincere invitation went well.  He immediately blushed, lost eye contact with me and shifted his gaze to that same spot on the floor in between us.   

“Sir, I am not allowed to do that.  The deck and all amenities are for guests only.”

“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”

“Sir, I appreciate your kindness, I don’t think I can.”  He took a step backward.  I was afraid I had made him so uncomfortable he was going to run away.  He didn’t. He just stood there speechless, looking at his favorite spot on the floor, shoulders drooped with humility.  But he didn’t run away. 

I picked up one of the cups and took a sip.  I had put the poor guy in such a weird position.  But he wasn’t walking away like all other times.  Last night he served me my tea and walked away.  Tonight, he was just standing there.  After a couple of sips, he was still standing there. 

I stood up.  I took the other cup of tea.  I walked over to him.  With my free hand I grabbed his right hand and put the cup of tea in his right palm.  He just kept looking at that one spot on the floor as he held the cup of tea.  I went back to my seat.  I picked up my cup and took a few more sips.  Dead silence. Ash was not moving.

After I took a few more sips, Ash finally lifted his cup of tea and took a sip.  All this without looking at me.  All with extreme shyness and humility.  I just sat there and watched him; his gaze was still locked on that imaginary spot on the floor.

“Thank you, Sir,” he finally muttered. 

“It is my pleasure,” I replied.  He took a few more sips.  We each drank our teas in silence, me sitting down and him standing up.

“Sir is very kind to me,” he offered once we were done with our teas. 

“You have been very kind to me, traveling here alone after a bad break up.  I enjoy your company.”

“Sir, I appreciate you as well.”  He was still fixated on looking directly at the floor rather than making eye contact. 

“I certainly did not want to make you uncomfortable or possibly get you in trouble.  It’s just that I feel a connection.  I don’t think of you as someone who can serve me tea, but as someone who would have a cup of tea with me.”  Even though he was still looking at the floor, I could see this last comment made him smile. 

“Thank you, Sir.”

“And it would make me so much happier if you could call by my name Lyle rather using Sir.”

With that he giggled.  He shook his head side to side: “I can’t do that, Sir.”  He kept giggling.

“Fine, whatever you’re comfortable with.”  I think I did a good job of diffusing the situation. 

After a few moments of each one of us savoring the newly found intimate moment, he asked: “Would Sir like another cup of mint tea?”

I really didn’t.  But I didn’t want to let him down.  I also did not want the night to end.  A fresh cup of mint tea was our chance to interact a bit more one on one with no interruptions.  “That would be lovely,” I replied. 

 “Right away, Sir.”

He grabbed the two empty teacups and shuffled back to the kitchen area.  A few minutes later he came back with a tray with two fresh cups of mint tea, 2 small plates each with a piece of baklava and a piece of kanafeh (Egyptian dessert).  He laid down the tray on the coffee table.  He handed me my cup of tea.  Again, there was a moment of electricity when his fingers touched mine in the hand off.  He put one plate of dessert in front of me.  He then went to the other side of the coffee table and sat on the floor.  He picked up his cup of mint tea and took a couple of sips. 

A huge smile took over my face.  I was finally making a connection with him.  He was coming out of his shell.  He wanted to sit with me, have tea with me.  He wanted to have conversation with me.  He was interested in my company.  I was interested in his company. I just sat there with a most satisfied smile looking at him sitting on the floor, his comfort zone.  He looked up and caught my smile.  He giggled and looked back at the floor.  He took another sip.  He looked up again.  My head was tilted sideways, looking at him with adoration and admiration.  That smile never left my face.  He looked at me and giggled again.  He took another sip of his tea.  He took a bite of the kanafeh. 

“Sir should try the kanafeh.  The chef has made it for tomorrow’s lunch, but I stole 2 pieces for us.”

Us.  There was an ‘us’.  I only met him a day and a half ago, but the connection was undeniable.  We came from such different cultures and societies, but humanity comes above all that. 

I tried to make small talk with him, now that he was becoming more comfortable with me.  He told me about life on the farm where he grew up, I told him about life on the farm in Wyoming.  He told me about his military service, I told him about my college years.  He told me about his siblings, I shared my experience being a single child. All this while I was sitting on the couch, and he was sitting on the floor on the other side of the coffee table. 

It was just shy of midnight.  It was a gorgeous clear night out.  The moon and stars shining on the Nile were beyond anything I could have imagined.  And my new human connection was sitting right there. 

“Well, Ash, it was an absolute pleasure speaking to you.  Thanks for the lovely company.  I imagine you have an early morning to get things set up before the other guests wake up.  Perhaps I should let you go to sleep.”

“Thank you, Sir.  I had a lovely time with Sir as well.  Thank you for being here.”

I got up to go to my room.  He got up and stood up as well.  I didn’t know what was the appropriate way of saying good night.  Should I just wave and go?  Should I go shake his hands; that would be so formal.  Should I give him a bro hug?  Should I hug and kiss on the cheeks like they do here in Egypt?

“Good night, Ash,” I said and started walking toward the back stairs.  He did not respond.

As I went down the stairs, I could hear him 5 steps behind me.  By the time I was all the way down and by my door, he was once again on the last step having followed me.  I opened my door and just stood there. He stood where he was as well. 

Again, this was not the time and place to cruise someone.  I still did not know for sure if Ash was gay or not.  Even if he was, I don’t think he was familiar with the concept of cruising.  He was such an innocent young man.  So naïve.  Such a pure soul. 

I stood by my wide-open door and looked at him.  He went back and forth between looking at me and then again at the floor.  I could have invited him in.  Maybe that’s what he was waiting for.  Who knows what would happen?  But I couldn’t.  He was a delicate flower that needed to be dealt with tenderness. 

I finally detached myself from that tense standoff and went in.  I closed the door behind me.  I don’t know if Ash was relieved or disappointed of this outcome. 

The next morning, breakfast was served grand style again.  As soon as Ash saw me, he served me a fresh cup of freshly brewed Turkish coffee, without asking me first.  He attended with extra care to our table, giggling like a schoolgirl with every interaction.  We stole many knowing glances at each other.  Nobody knew of the intimate moment we shared the previous night.

After breakfast we sailed for an hour and then docked by a sandy beach area on the Nile.  A very charming area.  They encouraged people to go swimming in the Nile.  I happen to be very particular what kind of water I swim in.  It has to be crystal clear, and very warm.  Think Bora Bora or the Caribbean. 

I put on my board short bathing suit and ventured to the sandy part of the beach.  I was very aware that with my tall stature and my stereotypical West Hollywood built body, I was the most attractive person on that beach.  It actually kinda made me a bit uncomfortable, being exposed like that.  Usually when I go on such vacations with friends, I am just one of many with gym bodies.  Here, I was the only one. 

I applied suntan lotion and gazed at the others going in and out of the river, happy and carefree.  I could spot Ash from the corner of my eyes.  He was sitting with the rest of the crew, enjoying a few moments of relaxation.  But he was checking my shirtless torso, especially since I was so much paler than most people on the beach. 

Eventually he came toward me.  “Would Sir like a cold drink?”

“That would be lovely,” I replied.

Just then he revealed what was in his hand that was behind him. 

“I brought you the Egyptian beer you liked.”  He gave me the beer with the smile of a winner.  I really didn’t care for that beer, but I obliged.

“Cheers.”  I really would have loved for him to grab a drink and come sit next to me, but I didn’t want to get him into any kind of trouble hanging out with the guests, or even being associated with the only gay man on the cruise.  He giggled in triumph, and then went back to the shaded area with all the other staff. 

After about half an hour, I had enough sun for my pale skin.  And I was feeling a bit sluggish not having been to the gym for a week now.  I decided to go back to the boat to do some aerobics on the covered part of the deck. 

I opened one of my many workout videos and started following along with the instructions.  The hot weather made me sweat like crazy.  Luckily, I had brought up a large towel from my room and had laid it down on the floor.  Yup, the sweat was all over me and the towel, which made my chiseled shirtless torso to be even more on display.  By then Ash had managed to come back on the boat as well.  He was sitting on the first step off the upper deck, his usual spot.  He took turns checking me out and then look at the beach where everyone else was. 

He then disappeared and re-appeared with a large glass of lemonade, a chilled bottle of water, and some fresh towels.  He laid them next to me as I was busy with my sit-ups.  He went back to his spot without interrupting me.

I was finally done.  All sweaty from head to toe.  I chugged the lemonade as I looked at Ash and gave him a secret wink.  He giggled from the distance.  I took the chilled bottle of water and drank some, then poured some over the top of my head to cool down.  I shook my head side to side like a dog right out of shower.  Droplets of water and sweat went all over the place.  Ash was sitting at his seat with his eyes glued to me this whole time. 

Once I finished my water, Ash came back. 

“Sir is very good with your exercise.”

“Thanks.  I usually do this and more in the gym, but here I did what I could.  Next time you join me?”

He giggled, and then he started bussing away the empty glass of lemonade and the water bottle.  I winked at him again, this time from close proximity.  I took the fresh towels he had given me and headed back to my room to shower off.  I had a perfect view of the Nile from the shower area.  What a beautiful place to shower.  What a beautiful place to make a new connection. 

Ash was his giggly self during lunch and dinner service.  I swear a few times he was leaning over to serve me he was a bit too close and brushed against me.  It was all good.  I loved that he was warming up to me.

The best part of the day would be our now-expected private time after dinner.  It was like a date that neither one of us had planned but was going to happen.  I had butterflies in my belly thinking of spending some quiet time with him. 

I kept busy with my book while the other guest finished their night caps and eventually went to sleep.  I was finally alone on the upper deck.  As soon as the last guests vanished, Ash appeared with a large tray.  On it were a large canister of hot mint tea and two cups, two plates of desserts, two plates of fresh cut melons, fresh dates and various dried fruits,  and a medium vase full of fresh flowers.  He had planned all this without coordinating with me first. 

He came up to my area, our area, and put the tray down.  He put the whole tray on top of the coffee table.  He took off a cloth napkin, unfolded it and laid it on my lap for me.  What came next totally took my breath away.

He came around the coffee table, to my side, and asked politely as he pointed to the empty spot next to me: “May I sit with Sir?”

Tears welled up in my eyes.  Within a span of two days, this shy nervous creature who could not look me directly in the eyes has done so much to come out of his shell.  Underneath all the trepidations, all the customary manners of working as a staff on a luxury cruise ship, was a kind-hearted man who loved the company of another man.  He was looking forward to this impromptu ‘date’ just as much as I was, complete with flowers to make it extra special.  And now he felt comfortable enough to sit next to me, damned be the protocol of staff vs guests. 

“Yes, I would love it very much if you sat next me.”  Damn those butterflies in my belly.

He giggled, and then sat himself on the couch with a comfortable distance.  He picked up the canister and poured me some mint tea, then poured a cup for himself. 

“Sir, you didn’t want to swim in the Nile?

“Not today.  Maybe some other time.”  I didn’t want to say something insulting about the quality of the water.

“Tourists think it is so great to swim in the Nile.  But most of us Egyptians would never get into that water.  We make fun of the tourists.”

This time it was me who giggled.  We sipped on our teas.  Somehow the conversation turned to how the Australian family adopted me, so I was not alone the whole trip.

“I’m sorry Sir you had to travel here alone.  I’m sorry things did not work out with your boyfriend.”

“It wasn’t meant to be.”

“How long were you together, Sir?”  Well, he was being inquisitive.  I was going to indulge him if he wanted to talk about it. 

I told him about how Kurt and I met, how we fell for each other even though he always wanted to be the wild one.  I described some of our circle of friends, our usual outings, our hikes, etc.  He was listening to all this and taking it in with such interest.  At some point it was my turn to be inquisitive.  Mind you, at this point he had not yet told me if he was gay or just being all friendly.  I had to tread lightly, not assume anything.  I had to be very careful with my choice of words. 

“So, do you have someone special at home?” I kept it gender neutral and open-ended.

“No Sir, my family is very conservative, and we are not allowed to date.”

“I see.
“Most men my age work for few years to save some money.  Then at some point their mothers arrange for them to meet someone, usually with both mothers present.  And if the young man and young woman like each other after that first meeting, then the parents arrange the wedding.”

“After one single meeting with your parents present?!?”

“Yes Sir, that’s how it works here.”

There was an awkward pause.  I could see that this last part made Ash go into some introspection.  After a few minutes I broke the silence.

“And, is that what you wish your parents do for you as well?”  That was the most unbiased way I could ask the question I wanted to ask.

He quietly nodded no, now with a more somber face.  In just the past couple of minutes he went backwards with all the progress he had made with me.  His face seemed sunken, and he was once again looking at that imaginary spot on the floor rather than engaging eye contact. 

“Is it, because…  you might not want to marry… a woman?”  I said it!  I asked him in the most politically correct way I knew how 

He nodded in agreement, rather with more ease than I thought.

“Is it, because… you wish to be with people like me?”  I asked, using ‘people like me’ instead of ‘gay’. 

He nodded yes.  I could see his eyes were getting teary.  His shoulders drooped even more.  He was opening up without saying a word. 

“Have you ever… hung out with people like me?”

He nodded no 

“Do you have any other friend like me?”

He nodded no.

“Have you ever… have you ever, did you, ever do anything with a man?”

He nodded no again.  Wow, a virgin gay man so deep in the closet, in a rabidly homophobic society that kills and jails gay men. 

“It’s OK.  You’re in a safe space with me.  Your secret is safe.”

I slowly reached out my hand toward him.  I had rubbed fingers with him before, and we shook hands in the past.  But I wanted to hold his hand.  I wanted him to feel safe. 

Hesitantly at first, he put his hand in mine.  We locked fingers and held our hands firm. Eventually he peeled off his gaze from the floor and looked at me.

“Thank you, Sir.  I have never told anyone about this before.  I can’t trust anyone in my life.  Sir is the only one I can trust.”  I didn’t want to tell him my gaydar had found him at first sight.  I didn’t want to shatter his confidence in me. 

There was another long pause.  After that, while we were holding hands, he told me about the plight of LGBT in Egypt and the rest of the Middle East.  There were horror stories of raids on private underground parties, jail stories, honor killings, etc.  All of that had made this simple man from the farms outside Luxor repress his sexuality as far down as possible.  There had been other gay guests on the boat before, but none of them ever paid attention to Ash or bothered opening up.  Come to think of it, Ash holding my hand was his first ever intimate moment with any human being. 

I just sat there and let him tell me everything that he had held back all these years.  All the teasing from staff who suspected something, all the bullying, all the times he had tried so hard to keep it all together.  He had never even once felt relaxed, until this very moment that he had found a kin soul in me. In all the 24 years of his life, this was the first time he could be his true self, even if with a complete stranger from a foreign land. 

By now I had tears in my eyes as well.  All my life I had taken all my freedoms for granted.  Life was so easy for me compared to people here.  My whole family was always accepting, my college was accepting, my work was so accepting.  I had life handed to me on a silver platter compared to what Ash has to deal with daily. 

It was getting late again.  By then we were totally facing each other on the couch, holding all four of our hands with fingers intertwined in a bundle in between us.  It was time to bring the night to an end, even though I did not want it to end. 

“Ash, you have to get up early again tomorrow morning for work.  I don’t want for you to be late.”

“Sir, you’re right.  Thank you so much for letting me talk to you.  I can’t possibly describe how grateful I am for the opportunity.”

“The pleasure was all mine.  I had the most enchanting evening with you,” I replied.  I let go of his hands and got up.  “Good night, Ash,” I said one more time.

I started heading toward the back stairs to head down to my room.  Sure enough, just like the last 2 nights, I could hear his signature shuffling walk 5 steps behind me.  Once again, by the time I was at my door, he was just at the bottom of the stairs, right behind me.  I opened my room door, but didn’t want to go right in.  I stood there to see what his intentions were. 

Unlike the other nights, this time he was not looking at a spot on the floor.  He was looking at me directly in the eyes.  I kept looking back at him.  Should I invite him in?  Is he ready for that?  We kept looking at each other, exchanging looks of unspoken passion and desire.  But neither one was capable of making a move.

I thought of a compromise.  I would walk into my room and leave the door open.  Let’s see if he would walk in all by himself.  I certainly did not want him to do something he was not ready for. 

I walked in and left the door open.  I stood a few feet inside, out of sight of the hallway and Ash.  I didn’t hear a thing.  I didn’t hear him coming in my direction or walking away.  Absolutely no movement.

After a good 5 minutes of waiting, I went back into the hallway to check on him.  He was still in the same spot I saw him last.  We locked gazes again.  Nope, he was not going back to his room.  But he was also not coming in on his own accord.  I had to sweeten the deal. 

I started unbuttoning my shirt.  One by one, each button was released from its hole, and my hairy chest and tight 6 pack became apparent.  He had seen me shirtless that morning and I caught him ogling when I was working out.  I took my shirt off and tossed it inside the room. I stood there shirtless for him to admire my body. 

He had a nervous grin on him.  He was liking what he was seeing.  He didn’t move from where he was, but his eyes moved around with every movement of my arms peeling my shirt off.  I placed my right hand on my left nipple and started playing with it.  All that manly bush of hair on my chest was a nice contrast to the soft pink nipple.  I got my nipple really excited, all a show for him.  He was frozen there checking out my every move.  I then traced my hand a bit south, toward my abs.  With one pointing finger, I traced all the ridges of my 6-pack, one by one, till I finally hit the top of my pants. 

I looked up and he was thoroughly enjoying this peep show in the hallway.  He looked blushed, but his eyes shouted desire.  I decided to sweeten the deal some more.  I unbuckled my belt and opened my zipper.  With my tight upper torso, that is a very sexy pose for me.  I wet one finger with my tongue and then traced the wet finger from my belly button to halfway down the outside of my underwear.  He looked so mesmerized.  With one swift move I took off my pants too, right there in the hallway.  I had nothing on but my underwear, a nice small black bikini brief by Charlie MZ.  I was semi-hard, and my bulge was definitely showing.

Ash was just standing there and taking all this in.  My entire West Hollywood physique was on display for him, right in the hallway of the boat.  I could detect some stirring in his crotch, as he had to adjust himself there a couple of times. 

Now that he had a preview, I went back inside the room.  Once again, I left the door open.  He had to come in on his own free will.  I wasn’t going to influence that last decision any more than the preview he got.  He had to take those first few steps if he thought he was ready.

I laid back on my bed, with my back on the headboard.  The door was way open.  No steps going away, no steps getting close.  Dead silence.  This went on for another 5 minutes.

Finally, I heard a single step.  I couldn’t tell if he was getting closer or farther.  Another step.  Yes, the sound was a bit louder.  Another step.  Two more steps and Ash was standing right inside the door frame.  He looked up and saw me on my bed, now with a raging boner concealed in that tiny little bikini underwear.  He just stood there, in a combination of desire and terror.  His eyes were glued directly to my crotch, not on some spot on the floor and not on my eyes either.  Just my crotch.

With one finger I traced the outline of my erect dick on my underwear.  I started at the base on the right, traced the shaft to the top, hit that wet spot of precum, and then traced the outline on the left all the way down.  It was a nice 8-inch trip each direction.  My cock was so hard it was lifting the fabric and the elastic away from my abs.  From where I was sitting I could see my entire stiff dick even though technically my underwear was still on. I did this tracing a couple of more time.  He did not move.  He was glued to my crotch. 

Finally, he uttered from his spot at the doorframe: “Would Sir like something?”  It was his usual phrase when he was serving me on the upper deck.  His usual way of asking if I wanted a Turkish coffee or another bottle of water.  Serving was in his DNA, and asking me if I wanted something was the easiest form of communication for him.  

“Would you like to come in?” I replied.  He didn’t answer in words.  But he walked in and closed the door behind him.  Yes, he was in.  That ice was broken too.  He had made such progress in just 2 days.  He wanted to be there.  And I wanted him to be there.

He walked up to the foot of the bed.  He didn’t take any action besides standing there.  Perhaps a couple of more times of subtly adjusting his own boner under his pants, but no other action.  He stood there gawking at my still concealed boner.

It was time for the next move.  Out of nowhere, I took off my underwear and tossed it to the side.  My entire naked body was on the bed exposed for him to see.  And the cherry on top was my enormous boner with fire crotch pubic hair.  I am sure he had never seen a naked man like me before.  A perfect specimen of masculinity and testosterone.  Yes, I am that caricature from Tom of Finland.  All naked for him to enjoy.

Now that my underwear was off, I did not touch my dick.  I just let it all hang out there for him to seen.  And that he did.  His eyes were glued to the prize.  There could have been an atomic bomb going off outside, his attention was focused on my raging stiff member.

I don’t even know how long this next stand-off took.  Eventually he used his most familiar phrase again: “Would Sir like something?” 

“Yes, I would like YOU!”

The look of passion on his eyes got replaced with a grin.  I quite possibly had told him the sweetest thing I could.  This adonis of a man, me, wanted Ash.  He was the object of my desire.  The tall white rich attractive man from California desired Ash.  How sweet life could get. He was all giggles.

He attempted to get on top of the bed with me.  Just then he realized that he had his galabeyah on and that was limiting his motion. He couldn’t get his leg high enough to climb with the fabric restricting him.  He went back to where he was standing.  He stood there for a while.  His eyes were still glued to the prize, my cock.

After a few minutes, he pulled up the bottom of the galabeyah.  He pulled it all the way up, over his head, and took the whole thing off.  He was wearing a tighty whitie underwear, and his boner was poking a hole through the fabric. 

His body was more impressive than I had imaginged.  That galabeyah was hiding his physique this whole time.  He had broad shoulders tapering to a tight waist.  He had minimal body fat.  He had a defined muscle tone, a product of being 24 and working in the service industry with some manual labor.  He had no defined 6 pack, but his belly was tight.  His pecs were not jacked, but they had a definition to them.  He was remarkably not hairy for someone from this part of the world; a couple of strands of hair in the middle of the chest but nothing more.

After I had the chance to take all this in, the next step was a surprise to both of us.  He looked down at himself, and with some hesitation, took off his underwear.  His modest 6-inch boner pointed directly at me.  His balls were rather smooth.  He was totally naked.  He stood there and let me admire what I was seeing, just as he had admired my body from where he was.

Finally, now that all that fabric was off his body, he was free to move.  Again, he attempted to raise his leg to get on top of the bed, this time with such athletic ease.  He was on the bed with me, two naked men, one a complete virgin. 

I was going to let him take this in whichever direction he felt most comfortable.  Kneeling, he slowly approached me further up the bed.  Just when his knees were lined up with mine, he plunged in.  He dropped himself in one fell swoop into my chest.  He buried his face on my pecs and aligned the rest of his naked body all over mine.  He forced his hands around my back, between my back and the mattress, to give me the tightest possible hug.  He wanted a hug.  And that’s what he shall get.

I put my hands around his back and hugged him back.  My long arms could have reached his ass, but I knew to stay from that prize for now.  Baby steps.  I hugged his lower back as he hugged my chest and torso. He laid his head on my hairy chest.  I could feel his heart racing.  I could feel his heavy breathing on my chest, gently tickling my chest hair with every breath.  He wanted comfort.  He wanted a bit of security.  He wanted safety.  I was just so glad to give him all that. 

This pose must have lasted at least half an hour.  No words were exchanged.  Not a single other muscle moved.  The top of his head was just below my chin.  I don’t know if it was his shampoo or soap or some body oil he was using, but I picked up all kinds of exotic scents of nutmeg and star anise. Gradually, his breathing slowed down, his heart was not pounding on my chest anymore.  I think both our boners also had calmed down.  If he wanted just to hug naked, then that was perfectly OK with me.  I was there for him.  For whatever he was comfortable with.  The temple of my chiseled body was dedicated to him.  To his youth and innocence.  To whatever this virgin pure soul saw in me. 

Eventually I sensed some movement from him.  He slid his body slightly to my right and brought out his hand from behind me.  He positioned himself on my right chest, exposing my left chest and the left side of my body. He planted his head just where my biceps met my pecs. His lips were right above my right nipple. 

With his right hand, he started feeling my exposed left pecs.  He grabbed my entire chest in his hand, in admiration and lust.  He then loosened up and played with all that thick burly hair.  He rolled his fingers in between all that chest hair.  He honed down his playing to my big juicy pink nipple.  He circled my nipple round and round with his index finger.  Meanwhile, his lips started kissing my right nipple right under his face.

Sure enough, this was waking up my cock again.  Slowly by surely, more blood was pumping in that direction, waking up my rod that had taken a brief pause.  His groin was resting on my hip and I could not see his cock.  But I felt a stiff cock growing right next to where his groin was leaning on me.  We were both erect again. 

He shifted his focus from my nipple to my abs.  He used that same index finger to trace each one of my six packs, one by one.  Each groove, each trough, each cube.  Every inch got touched, got loved.  I don’t know about him, by my precum was already flowing.

He lifted his head and leaned his body now more straight up in the air, focusing on my dick.  He traced his hands to my left hip, around the abs, to my right hip.  He circled in an arch, avoiding my dick.  He danced around it for a while.  He was not in a rush.  Maybe he wasn’t ready 

He then turned his head and looked me in the eyes, from maybe a foot away.  “Sir, can I touch you there?” he asked so politely. 

I nodded yes.  I was his that night.  Whatever he wanted, the answer was going to be yes.

He then turned his head back in the direction of his prize, my stiff white raging erection.  He didn’t just dive in.  He extended his right hand in the direction.  He air-touched it at first, keeping a safe 1-2 inch distance above it.  He was getting the aura of my dick before touching the flesh.  He moved his hand up and down a few times, all about an inch away. Finally, once when his hand was towards the bottom of the shaft, he very gently lowered his hand and touched the flesh.  Not a grab, just a gentle touch with his open palm.

With this comfortable touch, he again moved his hand up and down a few times, ever so slightly touching the bulge of my shaft with the wide open palm of his hand. Each time his hand went up and down, he lowered it just a millimeter or so. Each time the touch got to be more intentional.  Eventually his fingers curled a bit too.  He was slowly tightening his hand to make a fist around my dick.  This process took him a good 15 minutes before he was fully holding my dick in his hand and stroking me. 

Yes, the stroking was now happening.  He was jerking me off.  I had to hold back as I surely did not want to cum so soon.  Maybe he was a virgin, but I’m sure he had jerked himself off before.  This part was not new to him.  And in fact, he was enjoying this as much as I was.  He was really getting into it.

He was so getting into it that he finally fully sat up on the bed, away from the embrace of my arm, to stroke my dick.  He brought his left hand to join his right hand.  My dick was thick enough to take both hands to be fully engulfed.  He sat there on the bed and went to town on my dick.  He was enjoying it so much; he might have cum himself before I did. 

A good ten minutes into this, and curiosity got into him.  He paused for a second. He turned to me.  With the softest, most shy voice, he asked: “Sir, may I… ?”

He didn’t finish what he wanted to ask me.  He didn’t need to.  I knew what he wanted.  He didn’t need to verbalize it yet.  Some things are easier to just do than to put in words.

I nodded yes.  He grinned, partly shy, partly gratified.  I knew this moment was the most exciting yet nerve-racking for him.  This moment was the climax of all his excitements yet fearful experiences he had waited for.  This was the moment he was going to take the plunge and finally do it.  He was going to put another man’s cock in his mouth.  He was ready.  He never thought this day would come.  But in me he found a trustworthy soul.  A safe place where he could be his true self.  Where nobody and no body was going to catch him. Where he did not need to fear being caught by the police.  Here on this boat in the middle of the Nile, in the privacy of my cabin room, he did not need to fear any repercussions.  He could just dive in.  He could taste the forbidden fruit. 

And that’s just what he wanted to do.  He wanted to put my 8-inch white porcelain cock in his mouth.  He wanted to taste his first cock.  All fears and trepidations be damned, he was going to do it.  His virgin mouth was going to have its first cock.

He scootched more near my crotch.  He was still stroking my cock.  He pulled his head closer and closer.  He stopped for a second to smell it.  I could see him inhale the vapor.  The scent of cock.  The musk of a man’s crotch.  Even though I had showered right before dinner, I am sure my crotch was already full of pheromones for him to inhale.  Specially given all the stimulation he had given me, I’m sure my junk was extra fragrant.

He pulled his head closer.  He was within reach.  The moment of truth.  The moment of tasting it.  The moment from which there is no going back.  And he wanted it.  He pulled his tongue out and licked the tip.  Not only he got the funk of my glans, but he also tasted the precum.  What an experience.  Could this really be happening?  Could he finally be having his first ever sexual experience? 

He went for a second lick. It was perfection.  Another taste of my precum.  My secretions, the secretions of a foreign visitor, the object of his desires, in his mouth.  Stimulating his taste buds.  Going down his throat.  Becoming one with his body.  My molecules becoming one with his. 

He put the whole glans in his mouth.  He had passed that threshold.  He had just had his first dick.  Even though there was a lot more shaft to cover, he had his first dick in his mouth.  A moment he thought would never come.  But here he was.  And instead of doing it in some dark secret alley, he was doing it with a most handsome specimen, cruising the Nile in a luxury boat.  Dreams do come true.

He felt encouraged.  He tried to go past the glans.  He slid his lips around my shaft and lowered his head.  He wanted it.  Now that he had passed that first step, he wanted it all.  He was too naïve to know that my monster cock was not going to all fit in his mouth.  He went further down, but no matter how far he went, there was more cock.  He pushed and pushed, but he could not get it all in.  At least not on the first try. 

He bobbed his head back up, then down.  He had never done this.  He had only seen it on some porn sites.  Theoretically he knew what needed to be done.  But nobody ever talked to him about it.  Nobody ever discussed it with him.  He bobbed up and down, trying to push his head further down with each cycle.  No matter how hard he tried, he could not get it all in.  Was it supposed to all fit in?  Was he missing something?  He kept trying. 

With each cycle of bobbing, he gagged himself a bit more.  He was determined.  He didn’t know if he was supposed to get it all in, but he was not going to disappoint me.  He was going to cover my entire shaft in his mouth, no matter how much it gagged him.  For a first timer, given the massive size of my cock, he was doing a pretty good.  But, he was also a novice.  There was way too much teeth.  Way too sloppy in maintaining a tight seal when he gagged himself.  And again, way too much teeth.  He had a lot to learn about technique, but he already had the right determination and exuberance. 

At some point, when he finally admitted that he cannot get my entire shaft in his mouth, he decided to lick my cock from the outside.  He cupped my dick in his palm and slid his mouth on the underside from top to bottom. Only this way he could reach the base of my shaft.  And then he found my balls.  He explored my nutsac with his tongue.  He licked here and there.  Lucky for him, I had shaved it all clean before the trip.  Not that I was expecting to be whoring around on this trip, but you never know.

After a good survey of my balls, having licked every possible surface, he went back to my cock.  He put it back in his mouth, top down.  This time he really wanted to inhale it all.  I could see him trying his best, but his throat was neither big enough nor trained enough to swallow such a massive cock.  Poor guy.  His first cock ever, and he had to get a supersized one that was hard to manage. 

Again, too much teeth.  I was enjoying the experience, but a bit less the sensation.  In the meantime, all this stimulation was getting to me, and I wanted to give back.  I wanted to taste him too. 

“Ash, come up here and let me suck your dick,” I whispered to him.

He peeled away his head from my dick and looked at me with terror.  This, he did not see coming.  His whole entire personality was about being a servant, serving others.  Never in his wildest imagination he thought that someone would like to service him. 

“Sir, I don’t know, I don’t think I can,” he said so shyly, politely turning down the most generous offer of his life. 

“There is nothing to it.  Just crawl up to me and let me show you.”

At this point he regressed a bit into his shy mode.  Immediately he stopped looking me in the eyes.  Instead, he looked at some distant point on the wall.  Not wanting to disappoint me, he followed my instructions.  He got up from where he was and kneeled.  Slowly he crawled on his knees, one on each side of my body, in the direction of my head.  His modest 6-inch dick was erect and ready.  He crawled toward me but kept looking at the imaginary spot on the wall.  He couldn’t look me in the eyes.  He was too shy for this.  He was too shy to see what I wanted to do with his cock.  A servant was not meant to do such things to his guest.  He was not meant to feed me his cock.  He was being asked to overcome a big social taboo.  Never mind the gay thing, but a guest was meant to be pleasured, not the other way around. 

He crawled at slow pace until his dick was right in front of my mouth.  He still did not look at me or his cock.  He just approached my head hesitantly and slowly.  I, in turn, was not nervous.  I had done this more times than I’d like to admit.  I have had more cock that I could count.  Not proud of it, just the truth 

But this cock, Ash’s cock, was going to have a special meaning.  Of all the cocks I’ve had in the past, I don’t think any of them were virgin cocks.  Who knows how many other mouths and asses those cocks had been in before they reached my mouth?  But this cock, Ash’s cock, was going to be its first time.  My virgin Ash, offering himself to me albeit nervously.

I didn’t need to prolong this moment.  I reached out and cupped his asscheeks with my muscular arms.  His dick was already pointing straight at me.  I used my brute force to shove his entire pelvis in my direction.  His dick went in my mouth in one swift motion.  His 6-inch cock was no match for my experienced mouth.  I was all the way to base of the shaft with the first inhale.  He was all inside me. 

I’ve tasted many cocks before.  His definitely had hints of spices and aromas that were exotic to me.  Yes, he had his own musk, but I could also detect spices.  Perhaps it was his soap, perhaps it was his diet.  But I found his cock really tasty. It was a better treat than I expected.

I pulled my head back, then shoved his pelvis back in with my hands.  My technique was previously perfected.  As I squeezed his ass to me, my mouth would slide in the opposite direction to take the cock in.  And I knew how to do this with no teeth.  My experienced throat had a special place for the glans, no matter who’s cock I had in there. 

I needed to stimulate my cock too.  I let go of his asscheeks.  I put my left hand behind his lower back, just where his crack met his lumbar area.  I used that hand to shove him in and out of me.  I needed to do that as he was too naïve and clueless to face fuck me like he should.  With my right hand I grabbed my cock and stroked myself.  I was pleasuring both of us at the same time.  When you have had lots of sexual experiences, you can multi-task like that.  Ash couldn’t even handle face fucking me. 

This pose could not have lasted more than one minute.  Out of nowhere, Ash shrieked: “Oh Sir!”  Instinctively, he grabbed my head by the ears.  He tilted his head back.  Gobs of cum started pouring out of his cock into my throat.  His shaft kept pumping and pumping.  I had swallowed cum before.  Plenty of times.  Enough times to know how much is an average amount.  Ash just kept pumping.  Perhaps it was his virgin cock that held so much cum in it.  Perhaps it was his first experience, and the magnitude of his first orgasm was so much more intense than other men I’ve been with. 

At first I wasn’t quite stimulated enough to cum at the same time.  But by the time I realized he was cumming a truckload down my throat, I got really turned on.  I shot my cum all over my belly as I jerked myself off.  I think I had a massive cumshot too.  I felt the experience to be more stimulating than I thought. 

Eventually he stopped cumming in my throat.  Finally, he looked down at me from where he was.  He couldn’t believe he had just cum in my mouth.  That was such a transgression of his nature as a servant.  He couldn’t believe his lucky stars that this man that had walked into his life only 3 days ago, this hunk of a western man with a perfect 10 body, was so interested in him both emotionally and physically.  That his man would voluntarily want to not only suck his dick but also let him cum in his mouth.  This was his first orgasm of his first sexual encounter.  Growing up a scared young gay boy on a farm in Luxor Egypt, this was definitely not the way he had imagined his first ever sexual experience. 

He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth.  He wished this moment would never end, but he came and now we were done with that experience.  Who knew if he would ever have another such experience, with me or anyone else.  This might be his first and last time.  There was no telling what the future would bring. 

He peeled himself off my face.  He looked at my body.  At the body he had worshipped.  At the body whose dick he was trying to inhale.  At the body that swallowed his cum for him.  His cum had disappeared down my throat, but my cum was sprayed all over my belly and chest.  He looked at the aftermath, at my cum, the evidence of my lust, our night of passion, all over my torso.

“Sir, let me help you clean up.”

Without waiting for any feedback, he got off the bed and went to the bathroom.  He came back with one wet hand towel and one dry hand towel.  He wiped the cum off of me with the wet towel and then cleaned it all off with the dry one.  As a servant, he did what he needed to do to clean me off.  It was his duty to do so, that was his role. 

I was all clean.  I just laid there letting him do what he wanted.  I could have easily got up myself and used a couple of tissues.  But he felt it was his duty to manage the cum off of my body.  When he was done, he folded both towels very neatly.  He then went back and put them in the dirty laundry area in the bathroom. 

He came back and looked at me laying there.  All naked.  All for him.  I wasn’t sure what he might to do next.  It was his first time having sex.  Was he done?  Did he want to have round 2?  Did he want to rest a bit and then have round 2?  Did he need to go back to the staff quarters?  I had no idea what was going on in his mind as he stood there and took in the sight of my naked body.  The same body that had just swallowed the 24 years of cum out of him.

After a few seconds of gawking at me, he climbed back onto the bed.  I had been on my back this whole time.  He once again placed his head in the middle of my chest and laid on top of me.  He brought his hands around my neck and hugged me.  I, in turn, brought my hands around his back and embraced him.  He wanted a post-sex hug. I was going to give him that. 

We must have fallen asleep in that position.  At around 4 AM he jolted out of my embrace.

“Sorry Sir, I have to report back to work soon.”  He sprang off the bed.  Quickly he put on his underwear and his galabeyah that had been tossed on the floor this whole time.  He ran in the direction of the door.  But before he would open the door, he ran back toward me.  He cupped my face and kissed me on the lips.  A single, deliberate, forceful kiss on the lips. 

He then ran to the door, left my room, and closed the door behind him.  It just dawned on me that despite having sex last night, that was our first kiss.  We never kissed last night.  But this morning, before he left, he needed to run and kiss me.  He needed a single moment of tenderness before going back to the bustle of the outside world. 

By the time I went to the upper deck for breakfast, the Australian family was already seated at our usual table.  As soon as I sat in my usual seat, Ash showed up from behind me.  He gently laid his left hand on my left shoulder.  With his right hand he put a cup of fresh Turkish coffee on the table.

“Your morning coffee, Sir.”  I looked at him and he looked back at me.  We exchanged a most gratifying smile with each other.  He then went off to do the rest of the breakfast service.

“You devil, you!  What did you do?” Carol said to me, half shrieking half whispering.

I acted innocent.  “What do you mean?”

“The look on both of your faces.  Those grins.  You two both look like the cat that ate the canary!” 

“Well…”

“You have to be careful!  That’s illegal here.  You are a tourist.  But he can lose his job.  He can end up in jail.  This is Egypt!”

I was busted.  I thought I had more swag.  I didn’t think I was so obvious that Carol would pick up on it in 5 seconds.  But she did. 

“Wait, how did you find out so fast?” I asked.

By then the handsome Callum chimed in.  “What you don’t know is that my dear wife Carol here is a huge fag hag.  Her best friend is my gay identical twin brother Colin.  She actually met him before she met me.  They have been coworkers and best friends forever.  She sees him more than she sees me most days.  But since she couldn’t marry him, she married me instead.  One big happy family.”

For a moment, I got distracted.  The idea that there was an identical version of Callum somewhere in Australia who is gay was totally intriguing.  Suddenly I felt like I had to have him.  But we are veering off topic.

“Yes, I know all about your guys’ body language and how you all operate,” Carol said.  “And my gaydar says you and your little friend there did something fun but secretive last night.  But please be very careful.”

“Yes, ma’am.  Hearing you loud and clear.” 

That morning’s excursion was seeing the Kom Ombo temple.  It was a fascinating temple dedicated to the alligator deity.  Luckily Ash was assigned to tour group A, and I was in group B.  From a safe distance we stole glances at each other, giggling every time.  Later, back on board I got pampered with more mint tea, more Turkish coffee, more ice-cold beers, more desserts and treats by Ash, all without being asked.

By then I had gotten used to lingering after dinner service until all guests left and Ash would show up to keep me company.  Sure enough, I pretended to read my book in the corner until all other guests finished their mint teas and night caps and all went back to their room. 

Predictably, Ash showed up on the deck and walked up to me.  Last night he had a whole tray of goodies and treats; tonight he was empty handed. 

“Good evening, Sir,” and with no shame at all he pointed his head in the direction of the stairs that would take us down to my room.  He was in no mood for chitchat.  He wanted flesh.  Our little Ash had come a long way in just a few days.  The same Ash that was too hesitant to make eye contact was now asking for sex.

I looked around and made sure there was nobody around.  Once I was sure, I grabbed his hand and took him with me down the steps, hand in hand.  We entered the room like that too, like a new couple in love. 

As soon as I closed the door, he jumped on me.  Since he was a good foot shorter than me, there was no comfortable way for us to kiss standing up.  He wrapped his arms above my shoulders and pulled himself up.  He wrapped his legs around my waist to stabilize himself. He planted his lips on mine and started kissing me in a mad frenzy.  Last night when we had sex the first time there was no kissing.  And this morning there was a quick giddy kiss on the way out.  But tonight, it was all about the kissing.  And he was not shy.  He was going to get his fill of Lyle sexiness for as long as he could.

I kissed him back passionately.  I was so drawn to his innocence.  His gentle soul.  His uncomplicated way of looking at things.  I kissed him back, trying to absorb some of his virtuous personality into mine. I wrapped my arms behind his back help him up.  My rigid muscular thighs were strong enough to support the weight of both of us.

Back home he totally would not be my type.  I don’t go for short guys.  I don’t go for twinks.  As much as I respect ethnic people, I have consistently dated the all-American types.  All my friends have jobs in high up places.  Everyone is educated and successful.  Heck, they are all clones of me.   But here, on this enchanting night on the magnificent Nile River, I was finding passion with a person I never would have imagined.

I penetrated his mouth with my tongue.  I tasted his saliva, and he tasted mine.  I tightened my grip around his chest.  He was so small compared to me, my arms had enough slack to cup the back of his head and push it to my lips.  Last night we had virgin sex with no kissing, tonight we were making up for our prior trespass. 

The passionate kissing went on for a while.  I could have stayed like that all night, kissing each other back and forth.  My legs were strong enough to support his entire weight on me all night.  But he wanted more.  After 10 minutes, he tried to wiggle his way out of my embrace.  I didn’t know what he wanted, but I let him lead me.  My body, this temple of masculinity, was all his. 

He landed on the floor, and in one quick motion he was on his knees.  He unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and quickly slid my pants and underwear down to the floor.  My already stiff cock sprang out and hit him in the face.  That’s what he wanted.  He wanted more cock. 

He grabbed the base of my cock and shoved it in his mouth.  My cock was his.  He had been waiting for this moment all day.  It was not every day that he was going to have an 8 inch ginger cock to swallow.  These days were numbered.  We only had one more night after this.  He had to get all the cock he could. 

That night there was a bit less teeth.  Still a novice, but his blowjob was now more enjoyable.  Maybe also because we were both less nervous.  Practice makes perfect.  Once again, he tried repeatedly to swallow it all.  But his inexperienced twink-sized throat could not handle it.  Every time he tried to inhale it all, he would gag and gobs of spit would drool down my exposed balls.  Periodically he let go of the cock and licked the balls, recycling his saliva.  Then back to the cock, then again try to swallow it, then gag again.  He was determined, but not terribly successful.

He then reached his hands behind me and cupped my porcelain ginger ass.  He shoved his fingers in my glutes and tried to push my pelvis deeper in his throat.  He wanted to have my entire cock, by any means possible. Alas, that too did not work, as his novice throat was no match for my massive cock.

I thought perhaps I should help him.  I grabbed the back of his head and started pumping my cock into his mouth.  I figured my own pelvic thrusts would do the job.  With each thrust, he gagged and drooled more saliva.  Yet not even once he let go.  He wanted more cock.  He loved how my cock was punishing his throat.  He was there to serve this new deity named Lyle’s cock.  He was going to give it all. 

Not going to give up, he brought his hands to my abs and pushed me on my bed, on my back.  He quickly crawled on top and tried to lower his head on my cock.  He had figured he had pinned me against the bed, all he had to do was to push his head all the way down.  That did not work either.  There was at least 3 inches at the base that kept sticking out.  I felt bad for him, trying so hard yet not succeeding.  But my massive cock had been a challenge for so many other novices in the past. 

As much as I was enjoying his never-ending blowjob, I needed to feel some passion again.  Like a little toy, I put my arms under his armpits and lifted him off my groin.  I raised him all the way up so his face was lined up with my face.  I let go and allowed him to fall on my face.  Another passionate kissing session ensued, this time with me on my back and him on top of me.

Surprisingly, he started digging his mouth into mine with the same enthusiasm as he was blowing my cock.  He was on fire.  He kissed my lips, my mouth, with such thirst.  He wanted to get as much as this hunk in as he could.  I was so turned on by his absolute adoration and service. 

After a few minutes he lifted his head and came up for air.  Still on top of me, he looked me straight in the eyes and said: “Sir, can you please fuck me?”

Wow, that was fast. I didn’t see that coming.  And so direct too. 

I looked him directly in the eyes.  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“As ready as I will ever be.  Yes, Sir.  Please fuck me, Sir.”

“Ash, I don’t want to brag.  But my cock is enormous.  And your ass is a virgin.”

“Please, Sir, I want you in me.”

“Ash, if you’re going to ask me to fuck you, at least you have to call me by my name.  My name is Lyle.  Call me Lyle.”

“No!” he shook his head and giggled like a schoolgirl.  “You are Sir.”

Maybe that was part of his role play.  Maybe that gave him extra pleasure.  Whatever.   Just then I realized I was still wearing my shirt, and my pants were wrapped around my ankles dangling off the bed.  Ash was still in his galabeyah.

“We should get undressed,” I said.

Ash rolled over and pulled off his galabeyah.  He was not wearing any underwear this whole time.  He had come prepared.  I took off my shirt and what was left of my bottoms.  I went to the bathroom to bring the travel size bottle of lube.  I don’t know why I had packed it.  I surely did not expect to get laid this trip.  But it was in my kit and it had traveled all way here for this very moment.

I came back to the bedroom.  Ash had already put two pillows behind his upper back.  He was laying on those pillows, holding the backside of his knees with his hands all the way to his chest.  His ass was totally exposed and ready for penetration.  It made me chuckle how this inexperienced virgin had totally rehearsed this very moment all day and now he was doing his best to look ready.  Bless his heart. 

I climbed on the bed again, bottle of lube in hand.  “You’re sure you’re ready for this?”

“Sir, fuck me already!  Make me a man tonight.  Make me your man tonight.”

Yup, bitch was ready.  I had unleashed a beast.  There was no going back.  Now, I had not had a virgin ass recently, or at all for all I can remember.  None that I totally was sure about.  But this virgin ass, I was sure about.  I had more common sense that to lube up and shove it in.  He needed to be relaxed.  He needed to be dilated.  He needed to be dealt with caress. 

He laid there, ass exposed, waiting for me to penetrate him.  He didn’t know I had some homework to do before he was ready for my monster cock. He thought I was just gonna get in.  Nope, we had some work to do first.  

I positioned myself in front of his exposed ass.  He was still with legs up in the air waiting for penetration.  Without any advanced warning, I leaned down and dug my face and tongue right into his ass.  I started munching on his ass.  That sent him for a spin.  He didn’t see that coming.  I am not sure he even knew ass eating was a thing.  He started moaning, first softly and then louder and louder every time my tongue tried to force its way into his virgin ass.  At some point his moaning was getting so loud, I had to reach my hand over and cover his mouth.  I know some guys back home are into choking, but this was not my intention.  I didn’t want his moaning to wake up the senior couple across the hallway, or Carol and Callum in the cabin room next to us.

His ass also tasted like spice.  Cinnamon, nutmeg, and something else.  His scent and taste were really fascinating to me.  Again, not sure if that was the soap or body oils or the product of so much food with so many good spices.  But he tasted so good, even his ass.

I continued my tongue exploration until I thought he was more ready for me.  I sat up and took in the sight of his wet asshole now all relaxed from my tongue massage.  He pulled his knees even further to his chest, bracing for penetration.  Nope, there was one more step.

I put a good amount of lube on my fingers, and then a good amount on his asshole.  With my index finger, I touched his rosebud.  He was sensitive.  That sent him into a contraction.  I went around in circles on the outside until his contraction went away.  I pushed the very tip of my finger in just a bit.  Man, he was tight.  He was so tight; I didn’t think anything could ever get in there.  A true virgin, and a nervous one at that.

I pushed in past the fingernail.  Good thing my nails were freshly cut.  I just let my index finger sit there for a few.  His breathing was visibly labored.  He was in pain, but very willing.  He trusted me to do the right thing by him.  Once I saw his breathing improved, I pushed in a bit more.  Past the second knuckle.  Then another pause.  Finally all 3 segments of my index finger were in. 

Like I said, I am a big guy.  My fingers are equally as big.  My middle finger is so thick, it could be bigger that some twink dicks I’ve seen.  I gave Ash kudos for taking my big finger in.  I slowly withdrew the finger just a bit, twisted it 45 degrees, and then pushed it back in.  Slowly but surely. Then I did this again.  And again.  With each thrust, he was opening up a bit.  I was dilating him, getting him ready for the big prize.  The BIG prize needed as much prepping as possible. 

I could see that the initial pain of my finger was replaced with pleasure.  The grimace that he had was now replaced with moaning and a tilting of the head backwards, allowing my ginger finger to explore his bowels.  He was digging it. 

But before the big prize, I had to do more.  There was still a big difference between my giant dick and my burly index finger.  I tried to insert a second finger in there.  It was even tighter than just the one finger.  That second finger did not want to go in.  I could literally feel his sphincter muscle fibers wrapped around, so tight, trying to let loose but struggling to do so.  His virgin ass was not used to this much penetration.  With my left hand I massaged his taint to distract the feeling, as my right hand did the penetrating.  Eventually, the second finger went in.  For a split second, his breath was cut off.  I knew he would adjust; he just needed a moment.  He finally let go of the breath he was holding. 

I finger fucked him with my two burly fingers.  In and out.  In and out.  Ever so slowly he was opening up.  That was a lot for a virgin ass to take in.  I knew his mind was into it, so the rest was going to happen surely.  As I finger fucked him, my prostate massage was releasing gobs of his precum from his erect peehole onto his belly.  With every stroke of my fingers, a couple of more drops of that thick gooey fluid oozed out.  At some point I got so turned on by this that I leaned forward and licked all the precum from the tip of his cock and his belly.  Yum.  Even his precum had hints of spice. 

Eventually I thought his ass was as dilated at it might ever get from fingers.  It was time for the main event.  It was time for dick.  It was time for Ash’s virgin ass to meet my dick.  He had come into my room specially for that.  But it took me a half an hour getting him ready first.

I pulled up my pelvis up to his.  His ass had quite a bit of lube around the hole from my fingers.  But I applied another portion on the hole.  I put a healthy portion of lube all over my cock as well.  I knew it would need all the help it could, given my monster cock and Ash’s virgin ass.  I pulled up next to his hole.

Before I could get in, Ash let go of holding his knees up for me.  He quickly sat up, gave me a kiss on the mouth, and then went back to his prior position of holding his knees up in the air.  He wanted one more kiss before the action happened.  Such a precious soul.

I placed the tip of my cock right on his hole.  My cock finally touched his hole.  I could see his ass twitched in anticipation.  I leaned over and got on top of him.  I was going to need some good force getting in.  I held my cock at the base and guided the tip in.  Man, he was tight.  I was so lucky I had dilated him a bit first. 

The tip finally got in.  My large knob of a glans was inside him.  Ash brought his lower lip into his mouth and started biting it, from all that pain.  I looked him in the eyes, and he looked back.  He nodded yes, signaling I should continue.  I did.  I used the power of my muscular thighs to push in.  It was tight.  It was not going in without resistance.  Despite all the pre-dilation.  Despite all the extra lube.  I didn’t know which organ was under more pressure, his tight virgin ass or my large monster cock.  Each one was a challenge for the other one.

I went slow.  Just a couple of millimeters at a time, I pushed my cock in.  The whole time we stared at each other in the eyes, cherishing this moment of union.  He kept biting his lower lip, and I kept pushing in.  Finally, I was all in.  He couldn’t take all of my enormous cock in his throat, but his ass eventually won.  My entire cock was in, all way down to my balls.  His ass did what his throat couldn’t.

I let my cock sit there for a few seconds.  I let his ass, all of his ass and not just the sphincter, get used to a monster 8-inch cock in it.  I let him stretch his bowels for me. Slowly I pulled out maybe an inch, paused, and then pushed back in.  The second pull back was 2 inches, then push back in.  Then 3 inches, then 4 inches.  Eventually most of my cock made it in and out, leaving the tip in for guidance.  Yes, Ash was getting fucked. That’s what he wanted.  That’s what he had hoped for, coming to my cabin and throwing himself at me.

I leaned over and put even more of my weight on him.  I was fucking him pretty hard and good by then.  Our faces were just a few inches away from each other.  I dug in deeper and deeper.  I couldn’t remember the last time I fucked an ass so tight.  While I had initially taken this journey with Ash out of compassion for him, I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying his tight virgin ass.  It felt so good on my cock, wrapping all of my rod with his bowels with extra pressure. 

Fuck it.  I was losing myself in the moment.  I couldn’t be delicate anymore.  I put my entire weight on him.  His bent knees were the only separation between his torso and mine.  I was pounding his as hard as I could.  The tightness of his ass was taking me to places I had never been to before. 

I couldn’t care if my monster cock was ripping his bowels, or if the weight of my body was breaking his hips, I was pounding him. I was fucking the shit out of him.  And I was enjoying it more than I possibly imagined. 

He let go of holding his knees, my torso on top of him was keeping him bent and exposed.  He grabbed the back of my head with his hand and brought my face to his.  We locked lips as I kept pounding.  The bed was shaking, the mattress was squeaking.  I didn’t care.  I was in a different dimension.  I was in absolute euphoria. 

And then I lost it.  I let go of our lip lock and tensed my back.  With that last thrust, I started to unload my cum inside of him.  Every single last drop of sperm left my balls and entered his bowels, thrust after thrust.  I felt his body shiver under mine.  I didn’t know if I was hurting him or was it something else.  I looked in between us and saw his dick shooting his cum in between us, landing on his belly.  He was cumming without touching himself.  He was cumming just from the intensity of our fuck.  

That last thrust, that last squirt of cum coming out of my cock, drained all my energy.  I was going to collapse.  I knew better not to collapse on top of him.  I veered myself to his left as I landed on the bed.  I looked over and he looked spent too.  He was panting heavily.  He was no longer biting his lip, but had a huge grin of satisfaction on his face.  He was satiated.  He was no longer a virgin.  He had let another man make him a true man.  He was deflowered, and it happened to him with the best possible circumstances.  He must have done something right in a previous life.

We laid like that for a good 10 minutes.  He looked at me, stole a kiss from my lips, and then got out of the bed.  He came back with a wet towel and a dry towel and cleaned us both like he had done last night.  He put the dirty towels back in the bathroom.  He came back and crawled on top of me.  He placed his head on my chest, just like last night, laid out his body on top of mine, and hugged me from behind.  Most satisfied from our first penetration, I hugged him back.  He deserved that.  We must have fallen asleep again. 

Around 4 AM he jolted up.  Before getting out of the bed, he kissed me good on the lips.  Only then he got up, got dressed, and left my cabin. 

At the breakfast table, no sooner than I sat down that Carol went at it again.

“Well, you two lovebirds look like you were up all night going at it like bunnies,” she chuckled. 

I was fishing for a comeback.  Callum beat me to it. 

“Don’t.  Just don’t respond to her.  She is just jealous that some gay hook-up happened and miraculously it did not involve her in some way or shape.  She can’t help herself.” 

Callum and I laughed out loud.  The two twins just shook their head in disbelief over the juvenile behavior of the adults at the table and continued with their breakfast. 

Just then Ash showed up with my unsolicited Turkish coffee.  “Good morning, Sir.”  He had seen me just a couple of hours ago.  I had penetrated him just a couple of hours before that.  As he went back to the kitchen area, I could see he was walking a bit funny.  He must still be sore.  Good times!

Later that night, dinner service went as expected.  The other guests finished their meals and drinks and started returning to their rooms.  I waited there, with my book in hand, so that I could catch up one on one with Ash.  I didn’t know what new adventures this night would bring us. 

Sure enough, Ash showed up as the last of the other guests left the upper deck.  I did not see any trays or other treats.  No late-night mint tea or baklabva.  What I did see was his boner already poking through his galabeyah.  The man was freeballing it again and his excitement was clearly showing. 

I stood up in front of him.  My own boner was forming really fast.  It would have to be released from the confines of my pants, the sooner the better.  I looked at Ash.  All of a sudden he got a mischievous grin on him.  He was up to something, showing up with a boner like that.  Suddenly he sprinted in the direction of the back stairs that lead to my room.  It took me a moment to realize what he was up to, but I ran down the stairs a few steps behind him.  He totally allowed himself into my cabin as though he belonged there.  By the time I reached the inside of the cabin, he slammed the door behind us.  He jumped on me, once again stabilizing himself by wrapping his legs behind my waist and holding on to my neck.  A very passionate kissing session ensued. 

This time I was hungry for his flesh.  I wasn’t doing all this for him, I was enjoying it, and doing it for me.  He had awakened a ravenous side in me I had not tapped into for a while.  I turned around, as he was hanging on me like a baby, and dropped both of us on the bed.  I slid his body under me all the way up the bed to the pillow, and crawled back on top of him.  I put all my body weight on him.  I was crushing him, but I didn’t care.  I had to have him.  I buried my face into his left neck and started devouring the flesh like a mad hyaena.  I kissed, licked, and bit into his flesh.  With my opposite hand I reached and turned his chin up, further exposing his neck to me.  I was hungry.  I wanted to conquer him.

He in turn tried to kiss me back.  He won against my hand and managed to land his lips on my ear as I was kissing his neck.  He licked my earlobe and kissed it all over.  He was no match for my brute force, but he was putting a good fight to be part of the action. 

I was still ravenous.  That galabeyah had to go.  I reached my hands and slid his one piece of clothing he had off of his head in one motion.  I tossed my own clothing on the floor next to his.  We were naked again.  He was there on my bed, underneath my towering body, ready to be taken.  I looked down at his erect dick, and all of a sudden it became the focus of my attention.  I bent down and took his entire cock in my mouth in one attempt.  The other night he tried to take my cock all in, but he couldn’t.  But my bigger throat and years of experience made cock eating not a challenge for me.

I cupped his ass cheeks with my hands and shoved his pelvis into my mouth.  I was using my biceps to have him face-fuck me.  His contribution was the boner, I was doing all the physical labor.  I couldn’t believe how these nightly shenanigans had turned me on.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself when, in between loud moans, Ash declared: “It’s our last night Sir.  I want to suck on your dick too.  Please let me have your dick, Sir.”

How could you say no to that?  I obliged. I let go of his pelvis.  I rolled over and laid on my back.  My full naked body was his to have.  He knew what to do.  He went to the lower half of the bed, in between my legs and inhaled my cock.  What a sight.  Cute little Ash enjoying my cock. Once again he was trying all he could to get it all in, but the challenge was too severe for him.  ‘A’ for effort. 

I leaned back and enjoyed what I was seeing.  Yes, it was my last night on the boat, and tomorrow I was departing.  Who knew what the future held for us?!?  Would I ever see him again?  Would he ever have an encounter with another man again?  Would I ever form such a strong bond with such an innocent soul again? One never knows. 

I was going to let him enjoy my cock for as long as he wanted.  I didn’t need to sleep that night, our last night.  Just then, one more thought crossed my mind. Ash needed to have one more experience.  One more for the books.  One more to finish the whole circle. 

I reached down and lifted his head off my cock.  He had been going at it for 20 minutes.  I didn’t know how his jaw was not hurting him. 

I looked him straight in eyes and said: “Ash, I want you to fuck me!”

He immediately sat up from where he was.  That’s not what he was expecting to hear, or be asked to do.  He was there to serve my needs, not the other way around.  He was there to be penetrated, not the other way around. He was not supposed to top the guests. 

“I really do want for you to fuck my ass.  It would give me great pleasure if you did.”  I had always been a vers top, with small letter ‘v’ and capital ‘T’.  I did enjoy an occasional dick in me.  And Ash’s medium size dick was not a threat.  I could take it. 

“Sir, I am not sure.  That is not my thing, Sir.”  He was started to regress to his shy mannerism.  Before he could start avoiding eye contact with me, I sprang up in the bed and kissed him on the lips. 

“Do it for me please.”

“Yes, Sir.  Anything you ask, Sir.”

I went and got the lube again.  I came back to the bed and lifted my legs high up in the air.  My naked ginger ass, my pink rosebud, was on full view.  That part of my body never gets any direct sun, and I am sure it was the palest skin Ash had ever seen.  Ash just stared at my hole for a good minute.  He didn’t know what to do with it. 

He approached me.  Mimicking what I had done to him the previous night, he dug his face right into my hole.  Maybe he craved my hole, or maybe he thought you’re supposed to eat ass before you fuck it.  I wasn’t going to resist either way.  I could use a good ass eating.  And there was a lot less teeth involved than when he was blowing me, but with the same level of enthusiasm.

Once he thought he had licked me clean, he picked up the lube and put some on my hole for me.  I let him act butch.  He put some on his fingers.  He proceeded to finger me like I had done him last night.  I didn’t have the heart to tell him it was not needed.  My ass, even as a vers top, has had more dick than his virgin ass.  And my ass could surely take his medium-sized dick with no dilation first.  But I let him experiment with me. 

Finally he got the courage to do it.  He put more lube on his dick.  He approached my ass and guided his dick inside of me.  He was a bit clumsy getting the pelvic angle right, but he did it.  I am ashamed to admit that his dick just went right in.  No resistance, no force.  Just a smooth slide all the way in.  It went in so easily that Ash collapsed on my legs that were stretched up to the heavens. 

He adjusted his grip on my calves and started pumping.  Definitely not a smooth in and out motion of an experienced top.  He was more gyrating than pumping.  I loved how he was so out of his element, but was going to give it a 100% of what he had.  All because I had asked him to do it for me.  All because I was in heat and desired his body in a way I could not imagine. 

I brought my ankles in and wrapped my feet behind his head. This actually stabilized his otherwise wobbly thrusts.  With his head locked in between my ankles, his pelvic thrusts gained momentum.  He was finally fucking me like a real man.  He was getting the rhythm right.  He was doing it. 

I looked at my pale thighs and calves, wrapped around his olive skin body and his innocent face, and I realized how I had been transported by the charm of the Nile, and by Ash in particular.  I realized how this solo trip was exactly what I needed to escape my funk at home.  Outside, the moon was shining bright over the waters of the Nile, and inside an amateur Egyptian boy was getting his first white ass. 

I reached down and started stroking myself as I was getting fucked.  Good thing I did, because just then the sight of me touching me myself threw Ash into a climax.  Still locked between my pale ankles, he tightened his neck and his abs tensed up.  He was going to cum.  He was going to release his load in me.  Yes, he was cumming.  I also released my cum all over the place.  It landed on my belly and my chest.  He pumped his juice in my ass and I released my juice all over my body. It was a beautiful moment. 

I let go of my tight ankle grip around his head.  I spread my legs wide, letting him out of the man-made vice that I had made for him.  He withdrew his still-erect cock out.  He never thought of himself as the penetrator.  He always wanted to be penetrated.  He was the servant, not the served.  This was a whole new experience for him. All because I was letting him explore new things. 

“Let me clean you, Sir,” he said, once he was able to catch his breath.  I was waiting for him to go to the bathroom to get the towels and do his whole wet towel, dry towel routine.  But what he did next was all new to me.  And him. 

He crawled on top in the space in between my spread legs.  He proceeded to plant his face on my body and lick every single drop of my hot cum.  He slurped, licked, sucked, and swallowed it all.  He cleaned me off with just his mouth.  He swallowed all my semen.  After that he went to the bathroom to clean himself.

He came back to the bed.  He crawled on top of me.  He laid his head on my hairy chest and spread the rest of his body on top of mine.  The same position he had fallen asleep on me for the past two night.  I hugged him tight.  It was our last night together. 

“Sir, I am so sad you are leaving tomorrow.”

“Ash, it has been an immense pleasure getting to know you.”

“Sir, I am scared.  I have to go back to my old life.  These few days with you have given me so many new experiences.  So much hope.  But without you, I have no one.  I can’t trust anyone.”

“I wish you could come with me.  To the US where you could be safe and start a new life. But I am not sure you could get a visitor’s visa, let alone permission to stay.”

“I don’t even have a passport.  No, that is not an option.”

“Then maybe I’ll come visit.”

“You are very kind, Sir.  That is a long way to come.  Just for me.  You have your own life to live.”

“We can make it work.  For now let’s just enjoy this moment.”

He nodded yes with his head, on my chest.  We were silent after that.  He was deep in his thoughts; I was deep in mine.  I was going to cherish this very moment as long as it would last. 

Around 3:45 AM I was awakened with my semi-hard cock in Ash’s mouth. 

“Please, Sir, let me have you cum in me one last time.  I want to have a little bit of you in me as you leave.”  I could see there was a hint of tears in his eyes.  He was sucking my cock not out of love or lust, but out of missing me already. 

I was totally going to let him have what he wanted.  If he wanted me to cum in his mouth on our last morning, so some of my DNA would be absorbed in his body, then that is what he shall get.  A permanent bond sealed in our DNA. 

I knew that the best way to make it happen, this early in the morning, was for me to take an active role.  I grabbed his head with my burly hands.  I bobbed his head up and down my cock like a toy.  He just let me do all the manual labor.  With my hips I met his head when it was all the way down, then I pulled out a bit for a full in and out motion.  I face-fucked him for a good 10 minutes.  He just let me use his head as my sex toy.  I fucked and fucked his head until I was ready for him.  Yes, another load was about to be released, this time directly down his throat.  No spillage.  And he was a good boy.  My giant rod squirted the very last bit of cum from my balls down his throat.  What he lacked with the ability to swallow my entire cock, he did fine with swallowing my cum.  It all went down his foodpipe as I pumped it in him. Nothing spilled.  Even when I was done and had let go of his head, he kept milking my cock for any last remnant of cum still inside the shaft.  There was no cum left in me.  It was all inside Ash.

I watched him get dressed.  There was a mood of melancholy.  I didn’t know what the future would bring.  I didn’t know if he would be OK after this.  I didn’t know if he would ever be able to have sex with another man in a safe environment like this cabin.  After he got dressed, I exchanged phone numbers and emails with him.  I said I would keep in touch.  He said the same.  We both meant it.  I just didn’t know how real that promise was.  By the time he was leaving my room, tears were rolling down his cheeks.  I was very sad too, but I had a better home to return to.  He was returning to the solitude of the closet and not being able to trust anyone. 

At breakfast, he served me my Turkish coffee as soon as I sat down.  His voice was clearly trembling as he tried to take our food orders.  He was back to avoiding eye contact with everyone, just staring at a blank piece of floor as he talked to anyone.  He was already back where he was, in that lonely self-imposed solitude.  I wish I could take him with me.  I wish there was a way. 

I also exchanged emails and phone numbers with Carol and Callum.  Callum said that his twin brother Colin had occasional business trips to Los Angeles, and that he would share my contact with him for his next trip. “You guys should meet up.  You can show him your town,” he said.  If Callum’s identical twin ever came to LA, I was gonna show him more than just the town.  But that is a different story. 

After breakfast I went back to my cabin to finish packing.  I heard a knock on the door.

“Luggage service!”  I easily recognized Ash’s voice. 

I opened the door.  Ash was standing there, shoulders drooped, tears already rolling down his face.  As soon as he saw me he jumped on top of me.  He wrapped his legs around my waist and held himself up by wrapping his arms behind my neck.  The last few times he jumped on me like that we had the most passionate kisses.  This time he just burst into a hysteric cry.  He was just sobbing loudly.  He could no longer hold back. 

I stepped back into the cabin, still holding him up, and closed the door.  I couldn’t afford having anyone see this scene.  Tears were coming out of my eyes too, although I was strong enough not to sob.  I held him tight, caressing the back of his head with my hands.  I had to let him cry and get over this tantrum.  He was such a delicate soul.  I am so lucky to have crossed paths with him. Someone so genuine. 

Eventually he calmed down.  He let go and landed back on the floor.  He wiped his tears with his sleeves.  I leaned down and gave him a single kiss on the lips. 

“Sir, thank you for everything.  These were the best days of my life.  I am so blessed to have experienced these few days with you.”

He didn’t let me reply.  He opened the door and started rolling my suitcase down the hallway.  He was still working.  I watched him walk away from my end of the hallway to the front of the boat, rolling my suitcase.  He looked defeated.

I grabbed my backpack and did a last survey of the room.  I went to the upper deck.  By then they had loaded all the suitcases back on the bus to the airport.  The staff was waiting for us outside the bus to say goodbye.  The Aussies and I deboarded the boat and went in the direction of the bus.  We all said goodbyes to each other one on one.  It killed me that I had to do a simple handshake with Ash to say goodbye to him.  Again, he was avoiding eye contact.  Just hours ago he fucked me.  Just hours ago he blew me and swallowed my cum.  And here we had to pretend to be strangers.  Guest and staff.  Visitors and servants.  No emotional ties were allowed.  Specially none of the same sex. 

I got up on the bus.  Ash was quietly wiping tears away from his face as he was pretending to wave goodbye to the bus, along with all the other staff.  The bus started to pull away.  Ash took one step forward as the bus was leaving, and stopped there.  He looked directly at the bus for as long as we were in sight.  I kept looking backward, until the bus made a right-hand turn and we lost sight.  My heart was about to burst with sadness.

Carol left her seat with Callum and the kids and came to sit on the empty seat next to me.  She didn’t say a word.  She reached out and held my hand.  She rubbed my shoulder with the other hand.  She knew the sad state I was in.  She didn’t need to say anything.  She was there to comfort me.  I tilted my head and leaned it on her shoulder.  She was being such a good sister.  She was the best fag hag ever. 

We were all on the same flight to Cairo, and from there we all diverged to our own flights to our own destinations.  I thanked Carol and Callum for adopting me.  They made me swear to come visit them in Sydney.  They wanted to introduce me to Callum’s twin brother. 

The flight home was equally melancholy.  I kept replaying those moments of our hugs, our kisses, our sex.  I kept remembering how Ash went from a timid young man afraid to make eye contact, to someone who blossomed into the most kind-hearted lover.  I just wish I could do more to make his life better.  It was out of question to expect him to leave Egypt.  But also there were no prospects for him in Egypt.  He was stuck in a dead-end life as a gay man. 

Sure enough, by the time I landed in Los Angeles there was an email from Ash.  Nothing explicit, just that he was so grateful and that he missed me already. I replied that it was actually he who had made such a huge impact on me. 

Our emails continued back and forth every day.  I told him a bit about LA and my daily routine here.  He told me gossip about new guests on the boat. 

One day a month after I arrived, I had a cumulative attack of missing Ash.  Some of the superficial people in LA were too phony for me.  I missed the genuine nature of someone like Ash.

I went online and did some travel research.  I figured I could fly to meet Ash in Egypt.  Just book a hotel in Cairo for the two of us.  Away from Luxor and anyone he might know.  We could get lost in the hustle and bustle of Cairo.  A week of just the two of us.  I told Ash I was coming to visit.  He was ecstatic.  We coordinated a date that would work for both of us.  I booked a 3 star hotel in Giza, away from the luxury places in central Cairo.  After all, I couldn’t register Ash as a hotel guest, and I knew enough that getting him in and out of my room would be suspect.  We had to be careful. 

The fateful day came.  2 months after that I flew back to Cairo. I took a taxi to the hotel.  Ash was already waiting for me outside the hotel.  It was the first time I had seen him in normal western clothes, not his signature galabeyah uniform.  He actually looked good in normal clothes.  You could appreciate his shoulder and his tight waist even more.  He was slender but fit. 

His face was all grins when he saw me getting out of the taxi.  He was like a little puppy happy to see his master.  The exuberance, the body language, was everything I had traveled so far for.  He was ready to jump on me and shower me with kisses.  But we couldn’t do that in the middle of the street in Cairo.  We did a polite handshake. 

We headed to the hotel lobby to check in.  Ash had a modest duffle bag with him, I had my suitcase.  Right away the hotel security guard started asking if we were both registered guests, and what was Ash’s relation to me.  I knew I couldn’t be honest.  We fumbled giving him answers, me in English and Ash in Arabic.  None of our answers were convincing.  Finally the security guard whispered to me that for $50 he could let Ash in this one time.  But just one time.  He couldn’t make any guarantees for the future. 

Now, a $50 bribe is not that horrific in American money.  Bribing people is how things work in that part of the world.  For us, $50 is a modest sum.  But our $50 equals to $1000 or more in what it can get you in Egypt’s economy.  He basically made the equivalent of $1000 just letting Ash through the door.  Once we were inside, the same guard came to me and told me that, for the same price, he could make exceptions for us every time we left the hotel and needed to get back in.  All we had to do was to coordinate with whenever this particular guard was on duty.  And our secret was safe with him.  I knew we were going to run into some troubles, but the directness of this guard and his overt blackmail was not something I was used to.

As soon as we entered our room, Ash jumped all over me.  He threw me on the bed and crawled all over.  He kissed me on the lips, on the cheek, down my neck.  My forehead.  He kissed my chest as he unbuttoned my shirt.  He kissed my shoulders, my nipples, my abs.  He then proceeded to unbuckle my belt, undo my pants, and slide them off.  I was naked in like 30 seconds after we entered the room.  A thousand kisses in that same 30 seconds, and my cock was in his mouth in no time. 

He munched on my cock like it was the last thing he was ever going to have in his mouth.  He had waited 3 months for this moment.  Truth be told, I had been whoring around back in LA.  After Kurt left me, I did date and even go on Grindr.  But this sex with Ash was the real thing.  It was the only sex where my heart was fully into it.  All the rest was meaningless. 

I was all horny.  I didn’t want to cum in his mouth. I wanted to fuck him first.  Right there.  I had to quickly go through my suitcase to take out the full-size bottle of lube I had brought with me.  I knew we needed the full-size bottle for this week.  There was going to be lots of sex.

This time I wanted him from behind.  I told him to bend down doggie style facing away.  I knew I had to do the whole dilation sequence again.  I bent down on the floor next to the bed and buried my face in his ass.  Ahhh, that sweet taste of spice again.  I had missed this so much.  I loved my face up his ass.  I licked all the flavor off, and then attacked his hole with my tongue.  He was tight again, but my tongue muscle eventually won the battle against his sphincter.  I was able to get in.  I tasted him from the inside. 

Then came the fingering.  First one finger, then two.  Ash was such a good boy taking it.  I almost thought about finger fucking him until we both came.  But no, I wanted to really fuck him.  I had not come all the way to Cairo again for my fingers to have all the fun.  My cock wanted in on the action. 

I should have been more gentle, more careful, but I wasn’t.  I just rammed my entire 8 inches in with absolutely no finesse.  I rammed it in.  I had traveled all the way here with butterflies in my heart, and I just couldn’t hold back.  I had to have Ash’s bowels hug my cock.  I had to be in him.  I had to make him hold my cock from the inside.

What followed was an intense doggy style pounding.  I had no mercy on his ass.  I think the one and only time he was fucked in the ass was 3 months ago.  I was gentler then.  This time, I wasn’t.  I gave his ass all my pelvis could give.  Nice big strokes of my massive meat up the tightest ass of my life.  I held on to his hips and pushed his entire willing body forward and backward, all while ramming him from behind.  Ash, well, he just took it.  He loved every moment of it.  He broke into a sweat from how hard he was being pounded. 

All that pent up sexual tension over 3 months did not let either one of us last that long.  Neither one of us had the power to hold back on cumming, or perhaps try a second position.  Nope, it was all gonna happen in one act. 

I hollered: “Ash, cum with me.”  I released all my juice in him.  If my dick was outside, I’m sure I would have hit the opposite wall from how hard I came.  But inside his bowels, I filled his ass with all my ginger DNA.  He must have sensed my orgasm, as he too finally convulsed and shot his load below him. 

We were both exhausted, physically and emotionally.  We had waited 3 months for this moment.  For the moment we could be together again.  For the moment we could shut out the outside world and enjoy every sexual pleasure they did not want us to have.  I collapsed on top of him, and we both fell on the mattress. 

We did not get up from that position for at least a half hour.  From the behavior of the hotel guard, we were basically prisoners in the room until his next shift.  We showered, ordered room service, had more sex, watched a movie, and had more sex. 

This time Ash did not need to wake up at 4 AM to go to work.  In the morning, he woke me up as he was blowing my morning wood.  My cock had spent more time inside his ass or mouth in the past 24 hours than out in the open.  That morning was more of the same.

After room service breakfast, I ventured out and found the same security guard.  He gave me the all-clear signal.  Ash and I then went for a walk.  It was different seeing Cairo with a local Egyptian rather than the tour guides and drivers of the tour company last time.  We had lunch at Felfela, one of the famous joints in Cairo.  We had to go back soon before the security guard would be off duty.  Another $50 was forked over.  After some more sex, we did room service again. 

The following day our favorite security guard/blackmailer was off duty.  We stayed in all day.  While the sex was still hot and heavy, there were more tender moments.  More cuddles, more kisses, more lustful and loving glances.  More touching, more caressing, more inhaling the other one’s body aroma.  More holding hands at all times even if we were not having sex at that particular moment. 

The next day’s venture was to a local Bazaar.  I bought Ash some new clothes.  I bought some souvenirs for friends.  Then we had to rush back before the 4 PM change of security guard shift. 

It wasn’t all me assaulting Ash’s ass.  I had him fuck me a couple of times.  Begrudgingly he did it, because I asked nicely.  I loved seeing his small body try to penetrate me.  There was something about it that turned me on.  We also did a lot of 69ing, edging, and role play.  By the end of the week I had gotten used to the taste of his cum in my throat, and his ass was overloaded with my cum. 

On our last day I decided to take some action.  I took Ash to their Ministry of Interior, or whatever is the official name.  I wanted him to get a passport.  It turned out to be a very long and arduous process.  There were so many forms that were needed: birth certificate, government ID, employment verification, address verification, notary public of his signature, etc.  Even if all this was in place, it was going to take upward of 6 months to process the application and for the passport to be ready.  Of course, Ash had none of these documents as he never dreamed he would be in line to apply for his passport.  Well, at each step, I had to solve the problem of the missing document with a $50 bribe here, $100 there, $200 the other place.  One guy even wanted the Breitling watch I was wearing, which I happily gave it to him in exchange for immediate processing (luckily I did not wear my Rolex that day).  We left the building having blown through $2000 worth of cash bribes and one Breitling watch.  But, Ash had his first ever passport in hand.  We left the building with his passport all set to go. 

As much as I appreciated seeing Ash all the time, being locked up in the hotel room was not as enjoyable (even though it led to much more sex).  The next time we would meet, I would arrange for Ash to meet me in some other nearby country where we could come and go more freely.

Our last night together in Cairo was not as bittersweet as the last night on the boat.  We had a perfect week together.  We had fucked like bunnies, and I introduced Ash to so many new positions.  We did some shopping.  We got him a passport.  Unlike last time, I knew we will be seeing each other again.  That was certain. 

Ash had told his boat company that he had a family emergency to attend to and that’s why he had to take off. He had told his family that he was doing back-to-back tours to make money, and that’s why he was absent.  The end result was that he had taken off work, made less money than he should have, and now he couldn’t help his family with the expenses.  There was no sick leave pay there the way we are used to. 

When we said goodbye, I gave him an envelope of cash to make up for the lost wages.  Of course he refused.  But once I told him it was for his family, for his brother’s medical school, he very shyly accepted.  He was not used to random kindness, or such generosity. 

As soon as I arrived back in Los Angeles I started researching when and where I would meet Ash next.  Egypt was out of question.  It had to be a convenient flight to a country Ash could get into without special visas. Finally I decided about Turkey. 

In March I flew to Istanbul to meet him.  I had booked his flight there from Cairo.  It was his first time taking an airplane, his first time leaving the country, his first time using his passport.  He was a naïve farmer’s boy, but he had enough of a head on his shoulders to manage on his own.  I had made sure his name was on the hotel reservation.  There in Turkey he was a foreign national and they did not know his background.  They just assumed he was a businessman from Egypt.

Reunion sex was great.  Even though we were not limited by the security guard letting us in or out of the hotel, we did spend the first whole day indoor.  Fucking, hugging, kissing, sucking, showering, blowing, caressing, eating ass, cumming.  We picked up right where we had left off. 

The next day we ventured to see some of the sights: Hagia Sophia, Topkapi Palace, and the Blue Mosque. We even did an authentic Turkish Hamam, complete with Turkish coffee.  This time the coffee was served to Ash, instead of him being the server.  He was absolutely astonished that he could be the ‘Sir’ as opposed to the working-class servant.  It took him some getting used to. 

The next day we explored the bazaar.  He had snuck out again, telling the double lies to both his family and to his work, so he couldn’t buy any souvenirs that would give it away.  We then spent the second half of the week in the resort town of Bodrum.  It wasn’t quite beach weather, but it was a nice break.  We bought him some bikini swimwear to match mine as we swam in the heated pool. 

This week in Turkey was much more charming and magical than that week in Cairo.  It was nice to be able to tour the town together, to be seen together.  Nobody cared who we were or what our relationship was.  But still, we could not show affection in public.  We couldn’t hold hands in Turkey.  There was this one gay bar in Istanbul, but even I was nervous about going given the political situation.  Turkey was very nice, but not without its own drawbacks. 

Again, as soon as I got back to LA, I started my research for our next reunion.  I had been to Tel Aviv Pride in the past, and it was a hoot.  We were going!  I booked our respective flights to meet there.  I made sure his name was on the hotel reservation with me. 

Tel Aviv is very different than Cairo and Istanbul for gay rights and gay visibility.  Specially for Pride, the entire town was decked out with rainbow flags, even all the straight restaurants and bars.  There were tons of visitors from everywhere.  Ash was extra surprised to see so many gay Arabs there.  For these guys from their repressive countries, Tel Aviv Pride was the only festival in the Middle East where they could be gay and free.  Ash met so many gay people from Jordan, Syria, Morocco, Tunisia, and even Saudi Arabia. For the first time in his life he was able to speak in Arabic to fellow gay Arabs, and celebrate being out and open all at the same time. 

Ash and I walked down the streets of Tel Aviv hand in hand, with the backdrop of rainbow flags everywhere.  I could kiss him in public.  He could kiss me back.  At Hilton beach, the city’s main gay beach, we saw so many scantily clad gorgeous boys from Europe and the Middle East.  Ash was able to lay his head on my chest the way he liked, right there for everyone to see.  We were free.  We were accepted. 

At one of the circuit parties, I found the dark room.  I took Ash there.  I wanted him to see another level of freedom that I had always taken for granted.  There were local guys blowing Arabs, European guys fucking locals, American boys doing a circle jerk.  There was even some black guy being fisted.  All there for anyone to see.  All that with the utmost openness.  No hiding.  No shame.  No cover up.  No closets.  No lies.  Just freedom.  It was so refreshing seeing all this through Ash’s virgin eyes.  He had never seen a naked man besides me.  He never had seen anyone else having sex besides me and him.

Of course, Ash got so turned on by this site.  His boner in that tiny swimsuit was all the evidence I needed that he was aroused.  I reached down and massaged his cock over the fabric.  He was nervous.  He was still too timid to be seen by others in any sexual context.  That was not part of his culture.  I whispered to him that he was safe and amongst like-minded people.  He trusted me.  He let me go further. 

I knelt in front of him and slid his bikini off of him. He was naked around 100 other naked men, engaging in all kinds of sexual acts.  I put his cock in my mouth; he looked more relieved when his cock was hidden in my mouth rather than out in the open.  I pulled on his balls with one hand, and reached out from behind with my other hand to finger his hole.  He enjoyed it when I pleasured him from both ends. 

He looked around to the others as he was getting blown in his first group sex experience.  Slowly he relaxed.  His boner got even more stiff.  He started making those tiny thrusting moves he does when he gets turned on. Not the full thrust face-fucks I like to do when he’s blowing me, but tiny little cute motions back and forth.  He leaned on the wall behind him and pushed his pelvis out.  I knew he was finally relaxed. 

I saw a guy next to me watching us.  He didn’t touch or try to get involved.  Maybe he picked up on the fact that we were together, not just a chance encounter.  I saw that he had a small bottle of lube with him.  We had not brought any. 

I looked up at Ash and asked him: “Are you ready to get fucked?”

“Yes, Sir, please fuck me right here.  I need your dick, Sir.”

I asked our visitor if I could borrow some lube.  He was glad to share.  I got up and took off my bikini as well.  I took a good portion of lube from the visitor.  I bent Ash forward into the right position.  We had done this assfucking so many times already.  By now, no pre-dilation was needed.  I could slide my dick in with such ease. 

I started fucking Ash doggie style in the dark room.  The visitor stroked himself and watched.  Pretty soon two more watchers joined.  Then a couple of more people.  Before we knew it, there were around 10 guys in a circle watching me fuck Ash.  He was the center of attention, bent over and getting fucked.  Everyone was stroking themselves, except for these two guys who stroked one another. 

I ain’t no saint. I’ve been to sex parties, orgies, and dark rooms before.  But something about being the center of attention of so many guys was so arousing.  And the taboo of bringing Ash to his first dark room to get fucked in front of a crowd was even more arousing.  People must have been looking and seeing that Ash and I were so mismatched when it came to our bodies and our looks.  They did not know what a deep emotional bond we had. 

Yup, I was getting close.  I bent down and whispered in Ash’s ears that I was gonna cum. 

“Yes, Sir, cum inside of me.” 

We both came at the same time. I filled up his bowels and he squirted his cum all over the floor.  At least half the guys around us shot their loads at the same time.  That was quite a show.  Quite a party. 

At the main parade itself the following day, so many people were carrying flags of whichever country they were from.  Ash and I were both surprised that quite a few people openly carried flags of various Arab countries.  He walked up to them and discovered that there was a whole underground network of LGBT activists all over the Middle East. While our politicians engage in so much bickering, it is us the LGBT people who had made so much more progress in building bridges between different cultures and countries.  It made me proud to be gay. 

That trip was a whole bunch of firsts for Ash.  His first Pride festival and parade.  His first time in a place where LGBT identity is accepted and even celebrated.  His first time meeting other LGBT Arabs.  His first time being able to show affection publicly to someone of the same sex.  His first time walking hand in hand in public.  His first time in a dark room.  His first time having public sex, or seeing others having public sex.  His first time he could feel free and blend in rather than have to hide something. 

He had told the double lie to his work and his family like last time.  He had told his family he was doing a back to back shift on the boat, and he had told his work he had a family thing to attend to.  I felt so bad again that he was losing wages.  Wages he needed to earn to support his family, his brother in medical school.  Again, I gave him an envelope of cash to cover his lost wages.  I didn’t know what his wages would be, but I thought of how much someone like him would earn back home and came up with a number.  He was actually not happy that I was trying to compensate him for his time.  But I reminded him that the money was not for him; it was for his family.  Maybe he could afford to take time off and hang out with me, but his family depended on him for those wages.  Begrudgingly he took the envelope.  He thanked me repeatedly for thinking about his family. 

Back in Los Angeles, Callum’s twin brother Colin finally came to town for a business trip.  Carol made sure we were going to meet.  Well, let me tell you, as cute and handsome Callum was, Colin was even more gorgeous.  First, he looked like he hit the gym on a regular basis, as opposed to Callum who just relied on his good genes.  The man was fit!  Second, like any self-respecting gay man of our age, he looked like he had some things done to his face.  Just enough to be subtle, not over the top.  Perhaps just a little Botox, a chemical tightening.  The man was fine!  And with that winning Australian accent, he was irresistible.  I took him to The Abbey in WeHo.  I had to fight all the other gays, including some of my good friends, from attacking him all night.  Luckily, with everything that Carol had told him about me, he knew he was going home with me that night.

Sex with Colin was great.  I had become so used to being the experienced one with Ash that I had forgotten to just lay back and let it flow.  I was always the coach, or the ‘Sir’.  It was nice to just be a slut for a night.  And Colin did not disappoint.  He brought out the wild outback and it was fabulous.  He had all-night stamina, and loads of cum to share.  It was a most enjoyable one-night stand. 

But while Colin offered lots of sex appeal and charm, I preferred Callum’s personality any day.  Callum had more depth, insight, and stability.  Ultimately, that to me was so much more attractive than fillers, Botox, and muscles. 

I did start planning my next trip with Ash though.  I had gone with some friends to Mykonos in August a few times, and it was time for another group trip.  It was a simple flight for Ash, and he could get there without special visa requirements. 

I so looked forward to seeing Ash in Greece, the land where gay sex was invented.  I couldn’t wait to show him all the gay beaches and beach clubs, the gay circuit parties, the gorgeous men from all over Europe.  But then again, maybe I was slipping into my coach mode one more time. 

I booked us a nice room at the Belvedere with a private terrace overlooking the pool area.  I rented a convertible car.  I booked us a whole bunch of reservations at JackiO’, Elia Beach, and Super Paradise beach clubs.  We made some group reservations for dinner with the rest of my crew from LA.  And I bought tickets for some of the usual parties. 

My flight arrived there a couple of hours before Ash. It gave me enough time to pick up the car and then pick him up from arrivals.  As always, Ash was jubilant about seeing me and the new place to explore. 

I don’t know if Ash had been practicing on a cucumber or eggplant or something else, but that first night was the first time he was able to take my entire 8 inch dick in his mouth.  After months of struggling, he was able to swallow the whole thing and make it tickle his vocal cords all the way down his throat.  The man had blossomed into a fully accredited cocksucker.  I, in turn, did not disappoint either.  Seeing how deep my cock had entered his mouth, I shot a good one all the way directly into his foodpipe.  And he swallowed the whole load like a champ.  He made me proud of my prodigy.  I wish there was some certificate of achievement I could give him.

Our first full day was at JackieO’.  As expected, lots of European boys mixed in with the American boys from New York, Los Angeles, and Miami.  I had bought Ash and I matching bathing suits in white.  What I did not know is how see-through they became when they were wet.  We were both showing our stuff getting out of water.  But then again, nobody there cared. 

Ash, true to his modest self, felt very self-conscious when servers doted on him to bring him drinks and food.  He had made a career of being the servant himself, he was not used to being served.  He could not imagine himself in the position of being the ‘Sir’.

Later in the back room of the one of the circuit parties, Ash felt a bit at ease expressing sexuality in front of others.  In fact, he was the one who whipped my dick out and started blowing me.  A few guys came over and tried to get in on the action, but Ash paid them no attention.  His mouth had only my cock as its sole object of desire. 

The next day we were at Super Paradise, and the following day at Elia beach.  We walked over the rocks to the nude section to take a peek.  Lots of gorgeous naked men sunning their buns.  Ash had seen a lot of naked men in those two back rooms in the past, but never this many naked men just sitting on the beach as though nudity was not necessarily tied in with sexual activity.  I didn’t know if Ash was ready for that. 

The following day as he was sipping on his frappé at JackieO’, he looked around and curiously commented: “Everyone here looks just like you.” 
I never saw it that way.  I looked around.  To me this crowd was a mix of European and Americans.  And the Americans were from LA, New York, and Miami.  To me, that was diversity.  But then I looked more carefully.  Even all the Americans were of European descent.  Everyone was tall and had muscle.  While I had pale Scottish skin, the Spanish and Italian guys were tall and handsome and beside their olive skin you couldn’t tell the difference between us.  There were no Asians, no African-Americans, or even Africans.  No Arabs, or Hispanics from Latin countries.  Everyone looked like they lived the life of privilege.  I had seen so many of these guys the previous times here in Mykonos.  Or at the White Party, or the Pines Party.  I have had nameless sex with so many in the past.  We all vacation in the same fancy places.  We all have Luis Vuitton and Hermes accessories, and drive fancy cars back home. 

I didn’t have a wise response to offer Ash.  He was right.  All these people, they are part of a small cohort of people I know and hang out with.  And we are all lucky that we were born in places where we enjoyed certain freedoms, were able to attain financial success, and live life to the fullest as our true selves.  That is not the life that Ash lives.  He was not born into what I was born into. 

With that one sentence, Ash had made me see things from a different perspective.  He allowed me to look at my own world from the outside.  Instead of a verbal response, I gave him a compassionate smile and held his hand.

Over the next few days, we rotated around the beach clubs, and one day we just hung out by the pool at Belvedere.  Our last full day we had booked a spot at Elia beach club.  After lunch, I asked Ash if he wanted to go back to the nude section.  He nodded yes.  I asked if he wanted to go sit there for a while.  He again nodded yes.  You go Ash!

We packed our towels, our phones, and suntan lotion and headed over there.  We found a good spot in the middle of the beach.  There were at least 100 other naked men there.  Since that section of the beach was rather small, we all were essentially right next to each other. 

I was comfortable with nudity, especially in a place like this.  I took off my bathing suit and tossed it on the towel.  Ash looked around.  Slowly, he followed suit.  He was much less used to random public nudity.  There was no locker room culture where he grew up.  You never see anyone else naked in his culture.  Never.  Specially in broad daylight.  Especially when you are supposed to ‘not look’ and pretend it is all very natural. And what if you get an erection?  Eventually, Ash was naked too. 

Sensing his initial shyness, I suggested we go for a swim in the ocean.  At least the water could give him some cover.  He was happy to oblige.  We horsed around in the water for a while.  We had done this on the side of the rocks, in the clothed section with mixed crowd.  It was his first time swimming nude.  It does feel very different when you have all that gorgeous water freely go in between your nuts and your ass crack without it all being so smooshed. 

By the time it was time to come out, he had gotten used to it a bit.  We sat down on our towels to dry off.  Just then I realized all my suntan lotion had washed away.  I applied lotion to my arms and legs, my chest and my torso.  I did have to be sly about applying some to my cock and balls, otherwise they would burn really bad.  For my back, I asked Ash to help me.

He had applied lotion to my back all week.  But this was the first time we were both naked when he was doing it.  He went and sat behind my back.  I was easily the whitest, palest person on the beach.  He applied a healthy portion of the suntan lotion to both his hands and then started with my shoulders.  He went up and down, side to side, covering my deltoids and my scapula.  He glided his hands up my neck, tickling the back of my ears with extra care and love.  He put more lotion on his hands and then moved from the shoulders down.  He massaged all that lotion on the back of my chest, on my spine, and traced his hands all the way to my exposed crack.  He got closer to me and spread his hands sideways to cover my sides.  He then went down and massaged my exposed ass cheeks. 

I couldn’t believe that this made me moan, in the middle of all those naked men on the nude beach.  I looked down and my dick in between my crossed legs was already at full attention.  All that sun and lotion, and Ash’s magical hands, had transported me to a place of passion and sex.  My dick was ready.  All this while, Ash kept rubbing his hand all over my back, even though he had covered every inch 5 times already. 

Finally I grabbed his hands and pulled him closer.  That was the only way I could make him stop rubbing me so erotically.  His head landed on my shoulder and he saw my erection.

“Oh, Sir, you look ready.”

This was no time and place for an erection.  In our hotel room I’m sure Ash would gladly take care of the situation.  But here I was frozen with an embarrassing boner.  Like a plaything, I grabbed Ash from behind me and made him sit in between my legs on my lap to cover my erect dick.  I had nothing else to cover it.

Devilish Ash totally took advantage of the situation.  Knowing that his naked ass was my only cover up for the unexpected boner, he dug his naked buttcheeks deeper and deeper into my lap.  He practically had my cock rub on his naked hole.  Only the two of us knew what was happening in between my crotch and his ass.  My dick kept digging into his flesh, and he in turn enjoyed my predicament by encouraging my erection. 

“You’re in so much trouble,” I whispered in his ear.  He giggled.  I wrapped my arms around his chest so tight he could not wiggle any more to continue my arousal state.  We both burst into a laughter.  I thought Ash was the newbie on the nude beach, but it was me who sported an unexpected erection. 

It took me a good half an hour for the stiff cock to calm down.  I was still horny from the whole experience, but at least my cock had calmed down enough for me to be able to show myself in public again.  I signaled for Ash to get his stuff and get up.  We took out stuff and went up the stairs.  Instead of going to the right back to our seats in the beach club, I guided us to the cliffs on the left. 

That area of the beach was the cruisy area.  Except I wasn’t there to cruise.  I had brought my lunch with me.  As soon as we found a decently private area, I attacked him.  I was all horned up.  I was ready for some naked sex on the beach, right there facing the Mediterranean.  We dropped our towels and started a mad kissing session.  Both of our cocks were up at it in no time.  My cock had teased my already earlier on, it was time for it to get the attention it deserved from the person who started it all. 

Ash knew what he needed to do.  He knelt in front of me and took my cock in his mouth.  I’m sure there was a lot of seas salt, sweat, and suntan lotion on my dick.  He didn’t mind.  He was swallowing all of it.  I had not had a blow job out in the open like that for as long as I could remember.  It was all so magical with the setting of the cliffs overlooking that magnificent shade of Mediterranean blue water.  My view rotated between Ash’s head on my cock and the never-ending Greek waters.  My enjoyment was heightened by Ash’s newfound skill of putting all 8 inches inside his throat.  His nose kept rubbing on my ginger pubes, and his drool kept flowing over my naked balls. 

I didn’t want to cum in his mouth.  I wanted to fuck him first.  Between all the saliva, sweat, and suntan lotion my dick was lubed enough for him, especially on our last day of our 10 day fuckfest.  Yes, my dick was going to go in with no effort this time.  And it did.  I was in with no effort.  Like a lock and key. 

He was bent over high above the cliff and taking in the beautiful Mediterranean view.  I was behind him, expertly fucking his ass again for the umpteenth time this week.  We were fucking and taking in the beautiful view before us.  I pulled him by the hip to stabilize my hip thrusts.  The pounding got more intense, but Ash could take it.  He had become a pro.  He loved being the little whore.  His ass had only known my monster cock and no other. 

“Cum with me!” I told him.  And he did.  Perhaps he was on the brink and was holding back until I was ready. As my cum once again filled his ass, his own cum spurted out of his erect dick all over the rocks and the sand. It was a glorious moment, right there in the open space by Elia beach.  Perhaps the most perfect orgasm in unison. 

We went back into the water to clean off.  After that we went back to our seats at the beach club, where Ash enjoyed his afternoon frappé.  We made it back to our room at the Belvedere just in time for sunset. 

Ash and I got naked and sat in the balcony overlooking the pool and the sunset.  Luckily there was a large bougainvillea bush giving us privacy, so we could just sit naked like that outside.  Even if the people from the pool below us could see us, it was nothing they had not seen before. 

Ash was a bit quiet and melancholy.  At first I thought it was the usual sadness of our last night together.  But it seemed deeper than that.  I knew him well enough by now to read his face. 

“What’s on your mind?” I inquired. 

He got up from his seat and came to sit on my lap.  He seated himself on my naked crotch sideways, putting one arm behind my neck to steady himself.  He looked me in the eyes for quite a while.  I didn’t know how long that moment lasted.  Eventually he came in for a hug.  He put both arms behind my neck and hugged me tight.  I knew something was not right. 

He held that hug for a while.  We were going to miss the sunset, but this was more important.  I was going to give him time to gather his thoughts before he would open up.  I knew he had to tell me something. 

Eventually he came up for air.  He let go of that tight hug.  He looked me in the eyes again.  He then dropped his gaze to the floor.  He often avoided eye contact before important conversations. 

“My family is on my case, Sir.  They want me to get married.”

Well, that was not expected.  I was not ready for that bombshell. I was speechless.  I wanted to be supportive, but didn’t know what to say.  I was silent.  Ash continued his story.

“In Egypt usually your family finds you a wife, and then you get married.  My mother has found this young woman for me.  We are all supposed to go and meet her family in 3 weeks.  And from there, I’m supposed to marry her in a few months.”

“Ash, I don’t know what to say.  I want to be respectful of you and your culture.  Is that what you want?”

“Obviously not.  But I don’t have many choices.  I am thankful to you for showing me the world you live in.  I have been so lucky to have found you.  But this here is not my life.  My life is there with my family in Egypt.  I am the first-born son, and I bear the responsibility of taking care of the family.  Part of that responsibility is to help with the money.  And part of that responsibility is to get married and have children.  That’s just my life.  It was pre-determined for me.  I don’t think I have a choice.”

“Do you think that is a life you’d be happy with?”

“I am not sure my happiness is part of the question.  I don’t think my parents are happy in their lives.  But they live the life they know.  Most people in Egypt have to make the best of the situation.  And that includes all the gays.  I don’t think I can refuse to get married.  I don’t think I want to be part of the gay underground and jeopardize my own life every day.  And living out in the open is not an option.”

“Maybe you could move to a country that is more accepting?”  I already knew the answer to that question.

“I am not educated, and I no particular skills to get a visa to any European country to come live there. Definitely no chance of getting into America.  Maybe I can get a work visa to Dubai, but there is no gay life there either.  But most of all, I don’t think I can leave my family behind.  They need me.  I can’t abandon them.  It is my responsibility.  My responsibility comes above my own life.”

All of that was not at all the values that my family raised me with.  Or the values that we hold dear in the Western world. We encourage people to be true to their own selves.  We teach people to not let the society tell you who you are, or what you are allowed to do.  But in different parts of the world, those values are different.  Not only religion and culture have more significance there, but mere survival dictates that you stay within societal norms.  This was not the time to argue with Ash. 

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Sir, you have already done so much more for me that I could have possibly imagined.  You allowed me to have the best year of my life.  I have had so many experiences I never thought I would.  But as much as I really enjoyed you, as much as I enjoyed your world, I need to become a responsible adult now.  I will be forever grateful to you.”

“Perhaps under different circumstances, you and I…”  I didn’t know how to finish that sentence.  Truth is, I loved Ash, but I was not in love with him.  I loved his company.  I loved his innocence.  I loved his body and the meaningful sex.  But ultimately, I didn’t think I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him as a couple.  I loved spending time with him, but as a friend with benefits, not as a husband.  I would like to think he was also thinking of me as a sexy fuck buddy, a mentor, a true friend.  I don’t think there was any illusion on his part that he was going to move to the US and marry me. 

“I support you,” I said.  That was a true statement.  I did.

He came back for that hug again.  I hugged him back.  The sun had set, and our days together were coming to an end.  I will forever cherish the times we spent together. 

That night we had more sex than we had all week.  Knowing that once Ash got married and had even more responsibilities he couldn’t just jet away with me, he wanted to have as much dick as possible.  My dick spent more than half the night down his throat.  He kept sucking and sucking.  With his expert new skills, he was able to handle the entire shaft with ease. 

I also wanted for him to fuck me.  To give my cock a break, I pinned him back down on the mattress.  I lubed his dick.  He knew what I wanted.  I lubed my ass next and sat on his cock.  Ahhh, I didn’t get fucked that often, but when I did, I enjoyed it very much. 

I rocked up and down on his shaft.  With each down motion, I crushed his pelvis below my weight.  I reached over and rubbed his chest with my hands.  Eventually I pulled his head up with my arms and met him halfway for a passionate kiss.  Knowing that this would probably be the last time we fuck, I climaxed with anticipation.  I shot my load in the space between our chest.  Ash groaned at the same time.  He filled my hole with his hot cum. 

I collapsed next to him.  We rested for a while.  He then went back to sucking my dick.  This might be the last time he would ever have dick.  He was going to have as much dick as he could.

We didn’t get much sleep that night.  Between all the sex, we had lots of quiet moments of reflecting, holding each other tight, not really talking much.  That morning we finished our packing. 

Once again I gave him an envelope of cash for his lost wages.  I knew his family depended on that.  Politely, he refused.  I reiterated that the money was for his brother’s medical school.  I knew he would take it if I used that excuse. 

We had a long hug at the airport as we went our different ways.  I let him go his way first. As he walked away, I wondered if our paths would cross ever again.  I didn’t know if we could squeeze in one more getaway before he got married.  I didn’t think he would be free to leave after he got married.  I was grateful for our time together.  But I had to let him get back to his life and his responsibilities. 

I stood there and watched him get farther and farther.  With that, an empty space in my heart grew bigger and bigger.  I didn’t know if we would even keep in touch.  I certainly did not want him to get caught by his new wife.  I didn’t want to jeopardize him. 

So many thoughts ran through my mind on the flight back.  From the first moment I saw him and my gaydar went off, to fucking him on the cliffs of Mykonos.  From those first moments when he didn’t want to make eye contact, to endless nights of sucking on my dick.  From our humble nights of having mint tea on the Nile to him sipping frappé at gay beach clubs. 

I was very pleasantly surprised to find a very detailed thank you email from Ash when I landed in LA.  He thanked me for the trip, as he had done in the past.  As I read the email again and again, nothing about it seemed to indicate this would be our last communication.  I responded back that it was me who had the best time.  I was so glad that our emails back and forth went back to our routine of nearly daily responses.  Yes, we were going to keep in touch.  Yet I didn’t know if I should plan another getaway for us.  That changed with two other events that unfolded. 

The first event had to do with Kurt.  Yes, my old boyfriend, the one who freaked out on me after he discovered the ring I was going to use to propose to him.  The man I had thought I wanted to marry.  That jerk. 

One Saturday afternoon, after I already had brunch with some of the boys in WeHo and was relaxing back home, I got a text from Kurt: “Can I call you?”  We had only maintained minimal contact ever since we split, mostly to sort our finances and redirect mail etc.  This text out of the blue concerned me.  It sounded like something bad had happened.  Was he injured?  Did he get a terminal disease?  Are his parents OK?

I responded: “Of course.”

He called right away.  His voice was trembling.  He was breathing hard.  Something was not right.  A million scenarios went through my mind.  All was not well.  All I know is that this was the most frantic I had ever heard him.  Somewhere in the middle of incoherent speech he asked if he could come over?  I said of course he could.  By then I was genuinely worried. 

He showed up at my door about 20 minutes later.  He didn’t look good.  He looked broken.  Depressed.  He looked like he had been up all night.  Oh, my, something was going on.  What reassured me a bit was that he had a large bouquet of flowers in his hand.  He handed me the flowers.  Whatever was going on, he had time to go pick up flowers before showing up in such a frantic state. 

I brought him into the living room.  I sat across the couch with him, holding his hands.  Mysteriously, he was also avoiding direct eye contact by looking at some spot on the floor.  What it is with these guys avoiding eye contact with me?

He was finally able to catch his breath.  He told me about the life journey he had taken since we split.  I had taken my own life journey with Ash, but this was not the time and place to share.  The point of his sudden need to come over and see me was that he had immediately realized what a crazy mistake he had made by panicking when seeing the engagement ring.  He was too shy and too stubborn to admit his mistake back then.  But he just couldn’t take it anymore.  He had to be honest with himself and with me.  That was the biggest mistake of his life, and he needed to own up to it. 

He didn’t expect me to take him back.  But he needed to come clean.  He needed to tell me it was all his fault, not mine.  He needed to tell me that to that day, after a year apart, he adored and loved me.  I was the best thing that ever happened to him, and then he had to go fuck it up.  He had panicked, but the panic was not reflective of how he felt about me, about us. 

He wanted to apologize for what he had done to me.  For making me feel rejected.  For leaving me alone.  For walking out.  For fucking everything up.  It was all his fault, and he owned up to it.  He offered endless apologies, and he didn’t take it for granted that I could or would ever forgive him.  For sure he did not think I would forget it. 

I was taken back.  On the one hand I was happy that he was healthy, and that there was no life-threatening emergency.  On the other hand, I was caught off guard with him showing up on short notice and offloading his guilt trip on me.  While I agreed with every single admission of guilt that came out of his mouth, I did not know how to respond. 

Should I accept his apology?  Should I allow him back?  Would I ever be able to trust him?  What if he had more crazy panics like this?  Did I want him back in my life?  I didn’t know the answers to any of those questions. 

I let go of his hands that I was holding this whole time.  I leaned back on the couch.  I needed a moment.  I never saw this coming.  I had not thought of this situation at all.  I thought we had all moved on, and I was carrying the pain with me all this time.  And here he was asking me to at least hear his apology, even if I didn’t accept it. 

I didn’t say anything.  I needed a drink.  I got us both a glass of white wine I had opened up earlier.  I was deep in thoughts.  I didn’t feel compelled to share those thoughts with him at that point.  I didn’t owe him anything.  I needed to process, even if he was there in the living room with me.  He sipped on his wine; I sipped on mine.  

What was clear to me, is that despite his shitty behavior that one day, the day that ruined our beautiful relationship, he really was my soulmate.  We were meant to be with each other.  Even if your soulmate fucks things up, it doesn’t stop him from being your soulmate.  Even if your soulmate did more stupid things like cheating on you, or even if he had murdered someone, he was still my soulmate.  He was the only person who took me from being a half to being a whole.  Before that fateful day, I could not possibly imagine my life without him.  That’s why it was so painful when he walked out.  And here he was, telling me that he also felt the same, that I was his soulmate, and ultimately, despite all the stupid shit, we were meant to be together.

After a lot of quite deliberation, I decided I had to act with kindness than vengeance.  I could reject him, just to punish him.  I could hurt him like he hurt me.  But at the end of day, I would be hurting myself too.  Who knows if I would ever meet someone else who would also pass as my soulmate.  My fling with Ash was really meaningful.  But Ash was not my soulmate.  Kurt was.

I told him I was open to rebuilding our relationship.  But baby steps.  We had to go back to dating.  One date at a time.  And no sex until the time was right.  I couldn’t just dive in head first.  I couldn’t pretend nothing happened.  He had to earn my trust.  He had to show me he was really serious.  A 20 minute apology was not enough to forgive him.  But ultimately I did want him back.  I wanted him back when my heart was ready. 

The look of joy in his face was unbelievable.  He looked like he got the best Christmas gift ever.  Tears rolled off from both eyes.  He could not contain himself, all while crying.  Normally this is the point where the two parties hug.  He did not dare come in for a hug.  He knew he was still on thin ice.  I did come in for a hug. 

I leaned over and hugged him.  Ahhh, I missed this.  This felt so good.  He was back where he should have been all along.  All of sudden I was overcome with emotions and I started crying.  I couldn’t contain myself like he had all this time.  I started sobbing loudly.  I rested my head on his shoulder and allowed my emotions to overtake me.  I could feel he was crying loudly too, with his head on my shoulder.  There was hope.  There was love.  There was hurt, but we were going to get over it. 

We went back to dating.  One date at a time.  He always showed up with flowers, sometimes with a bottle of wine, sometimes with chocolate, sometimes with my favorite blend of coffee, sometimes with a little present of some sort.  He insisted on picking me up and dropping me off at every date.  Not once did he ask to come in after he dropped me off.  He made dinner reservations at some of the usual places as well as some fancy joints.  He always texted me the next day to tell me what a lovely time he had, and if he could have the honor of another date soon.  Truth be told, he was spreading it a bit too thick, but I was loving the attention. 

He really did make every effort possible. All while being a gentleman.  A kiss on the cheek hello, and another one good bye.  No expectation of anything more than my company. 

After a month of dating 2-3 nights a week, I was won over.  One night when he was dropping me off, he came in for his usual goodbye kiss.  That’s when I grabbed his face and planted my lips on his.  Man, I had missed this.  I had missed him.  I was holding back sex a bit too much.  I was no saint.  I had my needs too.  I had nameless sex with strangers in the dark room.  I could for sure have sex again with my soulmate.  

“Come in, you silly man!” I told him.  The excitement in his face was fantastic.  Not because he was going to get laid.  But because he was being let back in.  He made me trust him, and he was being rewarded.  I grabbed his hand and dragged him up to the bedroom.  We have had sex on that bed so many times during our 5 years together.  But that night, it was our first time all over again.  We both had butterfliers in our stomachs.  I had missed his kisses.  I had missed his body.  I had missed his breath on my flesh.  I had missed his cock, his ass.  I had missed how we always went for a 69 as an appetizer before we did anything else.  I missed how he liked it when I tickled his asshole as I blew him.  I missed licking his taint.  I missed how he was such a good bottom that he could ride my cock for the longest time.  I missed how his stiff dick would bounce up and down as he rode my cock cowboy style.  But most of all, I missed his love.  I missed how he made me feel loved, and safe, and serene.  I missed holding him in my arms after sex.  I missed how we would gossip about everyone we knew for hours, just laying there naked on the bed.  I missed the lazy Saturday and Sunday mornings, with an occasional blowjob in between cups of morning coffee.  I got all that back that night.  And the next morning.  And the following weekend.  And the weekend after that. 

Slowly I let him back in.  My friends had mixed reactions.  Some thought I should have never taken him back.  Others thought we were too perfect for each other to just throw it all away out of principle. 

He was spending more nights over.  I spent a few nights at his place.  It felt weird seeing him have his own place after we lived together for 4 years.  Eventually we were spending every night together, partly at his place and partly at mine.  But I wasn’t ready to ask him to officially move back in.  I was enjoying this honeymoon phase too much.

So, the second thing that happened that changed everything was that I got invited to Ash’s wedding.  I had told him that I was back with Kurt.  He seemed genuinely happy for me.  But he really insisted that it would a great honor if I, along with Kurt, would go to his wedding in Luxor.  I had also told all about Ash to Kurt.  There were no secrets. 

After some deliberations with Kurt we decided we would in fact go to the wedding.  The two of us tall pale gay Americans were going to stand out like a sore thumb, but Ash was really insistent.  If he didn’t mind us there, and jeopardized revealing his secret, why did I need to hold back?

The wedding was going to be in an outdoor large garden on New Year’s Eve.  A couple of day prior they were having a henna party, and we were expected to be there too.  I had no idea what to expect.  I had never been to a wedding like this.  A Muslim wedding in a farm outside of Luxor, Egypt.  We packed some suits and some other outfits we thought would be appropriate for the occasion.

We left LA the day after Christmas to get there in time.  We had booked a room at the Winter Palace Hotel, the site of the old king’s palace that had turned into an upscale hotel.  The view of the Nile from out hotel was breathtaking. Kurt had done an Egypt trip with his parents prior to meeting me, so he didn’t need to do a lot of repeat sightseeing. 

The second night we went to the henna party.  It was a crowd of around 200 people, a modest party by their accounts.  There was plenty of food and non-alcoholic drinks.  Men were sitting on one side, women on the other side.  This is one of the times when it is a huge advantage being in a same-sex relationship. 

The bride’s side of the family was already there.  Eventually Ash and his entourage arrived.  He was flanked by his parents.  He was dressed in a festive galabeyah, with some fancy head dressing.  Behind him was a group of what I assumed was his side of the family.  They all greeted each other and exchanged gifts, large trays of sweets, and large arrangement of flowers.  Quite possibly the most exotic party I’ve ever been to. 

Kurt and I tried to do our best to blend in.  But our freshly ironed western suits and ties, our tall statures, and our pale skins gave it away.  Eventually Ash was settled in enough to break away from the festivities and come say hi to us.  He was so happy to see me.  But it looked that in the 4 months I had seen him since our last time in Mykonos, he had grown from a boy to a man.  He was more confident, more outspoken, and he definitely seemed happy being the center of attention of the festivities.  He was about to marry a woman, this man who loved to devour my cock, but he was happy to join his family in this joyous occasion.  I introduced him to Kurt.  Ash was equally happy to meet him.  It seemed that everything that night was working for him.  He was elated by the whole experience. 

At some point in the middle of dinner, Ash came back to our table and this time he brought this brother along.  The brother in medical school.

“Farouk, this is Lyle Sir,” Ash introduced us.  “This is the gentleman who gave you the scholarship for medical school.  It was because of him that you are able to finish medical school successfully.”

So that’s how he was going to spin this.  That’s how he was going to explain to everyone my relationship to him.  Not that I was his fuck buddy, but I was providing a scholarship.  Apparently, all those envelopes of cash I had given him for lost wages went really far in Egyptian money.  That was the tuition for medical school for quite a few years. 

I also appreciated the ability of Ash to improvise such a white lie.  This is a skill that people in that part of the world have.  They are able to spin something in such a positive way that everyone comes out a winner.  We in the US don’t have the skills to be so creative with our white lies.  We tell horrible lies and we always get caught.

“Thank you Sir so much,” Farouk said.  “Ash told us so much about your generosity.  I owe you a depth of gratitude.  I wish there was a way I could repay you for your kindness.”

“And this here is Kurt Sir,” Ash continued.  “He is a successful plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills.  Lyle Sir and Kurt Sir have been together for over 6 years now.” 

“Wow, an American doctor, such an honor,” Farouk said.  “Sir, I aspire to come one day to do my training in America or perhaps in London. It would be my honor to do my residency in an esteemed place like your country.”

From there Farouk and Kurt went into some doctor talk.  They exchanged ideas about residency laws in the US, and what Farouk had to do to qualify for a spot.  That left Ash and I to chat a bit, almost privately. 

“You look really happy, Ash.”

“I really am, Sir.  I think I can make it all work.  I have grown to love her.”  He then leaned over to whisper the next part to me quietly.  We still had a special connection that allowed us to share secrets freely. 

“I think she might be…” and he leaned even more to whisper in my ear, “… a lesbian.  I don’t know.  But she is not so feminine.  I think her mother and my mother knew something and that’s why they decided to marry us to each other.”

Well, I was dumbfounded.  Of all the bizarre things in the world.  “Are you sure?  Did you ask her?”

“Noooo, I didn’t ask her.  That’s not the kind of thing you ask people here.”

“Well, you’re going to marry her.  Don’t you think you should know?  Or she should know about you?”

“Sir, such things are not talked about here.  I can talk freely to you, but not to her.  All I know is that I think we can make this work.  We can raise a lovely family together.  We can make our parents happy and support them at the same time.  I am happy, Sir.  I know this is not the kind of life you’re used to.  But please be happy for me.”

I paused a moment.  “I am very happy for you.”

I didn’t dare to go in for a hug.  I didn’t want him to be found out. But he came in for a hug.  It was like old times when we used to hug and kiss.  There was something reassuring about his tight grip, something that felt warm and fuzzy inside.  She was lucky to have him. 

Ash and Farouk went back to the rest of the party.  We had some small chat with other people at our table.  There were a couple of people from the Nile cruise company, but I honestly did not remember them.

The wedding night was a very typical Egyptian affair.  Lots of food.  Lots of women shrieking the jubilant salutations.  Ash looked extra radiant.  The bride, now that I looked at her, did seem a bit more butch that the shy and scrawny Egyptian women I had seen otherwise. 

After the ceremony, Ash brought his new wife to introduce to us.  Apparently, Ash had divulged to her about the trips he took with me.  I don’t know to what extent he described what happened during those trips.  Come to think of it, she could pass for a butch lesbian from Provincetown.  Ash had totally planted the wrong image in my head.  That is all I saw when I looked at her.  I couldn’t unsee that now.  She thanked me so much for the ‘scholarship’ and for being such a good mentor to Ash.  I wasn’t sure what she meant by the last part. She also was very grateful that we made the trip all the way back to Egypt to attend their wedding. 

Kurt and I were seated with some distant cousins and relatives.  They were all very respectful of the tall pale gay couple from California.  Ash’s mom came over at some point, grabbed Kurt and me, and forced us to the dance floor.  As soon as Ash and his wife Saida saw us, they also joined the dance floor with us.  We were center attention with all the Egyptians in their traditional outfits dancing around us.  They made me take a tambourine and bang it around, as Kurt danced with his protégé Farouk.  It was definitely a night to remember. 

Toward the end of the night Ash and Saida came over to thank us again for coming all the way to celebrate with them.  Saida was chatting with Kurt as I caught up with Ash.  There was an undeniable emotional connection between us.  Kurt was watching me interact with Ash as he was talking to Saida.

Eventually, by around 2:30 AM the party was over.  Not really over.  Everyone was going to some after party, including all the parents and cousins, at some all-night coffee shop. Kurt and I were too tired to join them.  We went back to our hotel room.

As Kurt and I were brushing our teeth before going to bed, Kurt kept looking at me.  There was a look of admiration and adoration in his eyes.  The same look he had given me just a couple of hours ago as I was talking with Ash. 

“Lyle, you are a good man,” he said out of nowhere.  “I know you had developed some feelings for him, and it must have been really hard to see him tonight making whatever life choices he had to make.  You are a really good man for supporting him through the good and the bad.”  He then came over and gave me a single gentle kiss on the cheek.  A kiss of love and respect.  A kiss of gratitude.  A kiss of kindness. 

In fact, I had given quite a bit of myself to Ash over the last year.  I had gotten quite a bit in return as well.  And I’m not talking about the sex. I am talking about growing.  About Ash going from a shy young man to a confident new husband.  About me becoming a better version of myself by giving back and mentoring. And it all happened because Kurt walked out on me, and I had a void to fill.  It all worked out for a reason.  We were are all better off having had those experiences.

The next morning I was awakened around 9 AM by a gentle kiss on the lips and a cup of Nespresso coffee that Kurt had made from the in-room machine.  Kurt was wearing the white bathrobe that came with our room.  With that early morning light reflecting into the room from the Nile he looked so angelic. 

“Happy New Year!” he said and handed me my morning coffee.  He came around to his side and joined me in the bed with his own cup of morning coffee.  We sat up in bed, him in his bathrobe and me still naked under the covers, sipping our coffee and looking at the Nile flowing outside our hotel window.  There was something very serene about this scene. 

Around 9:15 AM there was a knock on the door.  I wasn’t expecting company.  I was still naked under the covers. 

Kurt got up to answer the door.  In came 3 room service men, each with a cart of goods.  The first two carts had pitchers of juice, coffee, and plates of all kinds of baked goods and breakfast items.  The last cart had one large metal dome covering some item, and one large vase of flowers. 

Kurt did not seem surprised at all.  He had arranged the whole thing.  The 3 room service guys quickly arranged the whole breakfast feast on the table out on the balcony overlooking the Nile.  They took the two empty carts, and left the third cart behind.  Kurt tipped them on the way out. He then went to the bathroom and got my white bathrobe and handed it to me.

“Would you care to join me for breakfast out on the lanai?”  That was a Golden Girls reference.  I chuckled.  I put on my robe and joined him outside.  It was a gorgeous sunny day.  The first day of the new year.  The rising sun on the Nile was absolutely breathtaking. 

We had our breakfast out in the open and chitchatted about all the characters we met at the wedding.  About all the new traditions we learned about.  About Saida possibly being lesbian, but nobody is allowed to talk about it.  Kurt seemed very appreciative of how I had helped Ash come out of his shell, how I had afforded him some experiences he never could have had, and how people have to make their own choices given their own circumstances even if we might not fully understand those choices. 

The breakfast itself consisted of Ful, the fava bean stew very common in Egypt.  The cheeses and the eggs were exquisite.  Only when we finished all of the food, I looked over at the third cart that was still sitting in the middle of the room with the big metal dome and all those beautiful flowers. 

“What’s that?” I asked Kurt.

“Dessert,” he replied without batting an eye.  He went inside and rolled the third cart out to the balcony.  The flowers were even more beautiful in the open daylight.  He lifted the dome.  There was a plate of assorted baklava arranged in a perfect circle.  In the middle of the circle there was a ring box from Van Cleef & Arpels, the same ring I had bought to propose to Kurt a year ago.  I had not returned the ring.  I didn’t know why I didn’t.  I just kept it in my drawer in my closet next to my other jewelry.  I never even took it out of the box.  It had been sitting there in the drawer all this time.  Until it showed up here on this plate of dessert overlooking the Nile. 

“I found it a while ago.  I saw you kept it.  I thought it was very interesting you saved it.”

I was still speechless; I didn’t know how to respond.

He continued: “You never returned it.  Surely you were not going to re-use it to propose to someone else at some point.  That would not be good omen.  But you kept it.  I thought that was special.”

“I never stopped loving you, despite it all.”

He blushed.  I could see he was getting a bit anxious what to say next. 

“Lyle, I don’t know if you would ever want to propose again.  Actually, not again, since I never gave you the chance to do it the first time.  But, what I mean is that I fucked it up last time.  I know now that I really want to spend the rest of my life with you.  As your boyfriend, as your partner, or as your husband.  Labels are less important to me now.  As long as I spend the rest of my life with you, that’s all I can ask for.”

He leaned over and grabbed my hands in his.

“I brought this ring here just to say I’m yours for the having.  I’m here for you, with you.  I will never leave again.  If you ever wanted to rethink the proposal thing, the answer is an absolute 100% yes.  The answer will be yes today, tomorrow, next month, next year, or even if you never ask me to marry you.  But the answer will always be yes.”

I looked him in the eyes.  He was still nervous.  He had tears welling up in his eyes. 

“I’m not rushing you.  I am not trying to put you in an uncomfortable situation.  I just want you to know that the answer will be yes, if you would ever want to…”

I think he ran out of words.  He was quiet.  We just sat there looking at each other. A million thoughts and scenarios went through my mind.  Yes, he had hurt me by walking out on me.  All because I wanted to marry him.  He panicked, and he didn’t handle himself the right way.  It’s not like he cheated on me.  It’s not like he fell in love with someone else.  It’s not like he didn’t love me back the same way.  He did.  And he crawled back on his knees asking for forgiveness.

Should I ever think of proposing to him again?  Technically not again, but this time for real?  Would I be able to trust him?  Is he done panicking?  Should I punish him a bit longer before I soften up? 

But then again, I had no doubt that we were meant for each other.  We had a major hiccup, but neither one of us stopped loving the other one.  I had the chance of having a major growing up experience mentoring Ash, and he realized there was nobody else out there for him.  We are actually both better people now than we were a year ago. 

We had just celebrated Ash get married.  A gay man forced to marry a woman.  Possibly a lesbian, and their mothers thought at least they would make a nice couple.  Neither Ash nor Saida would be able to live openly as gay in Egypt.  And they had no prospects of immigrating to a more accepting country.  They needed to be there with their families, and they had to make the best of the situation.

Kurt and I, in contrast, were lucky enough to be raised in a very accepting environment.  All of our family and friends were accepting and loving.  We had fought hard to attain gay rights, including same-sex marriage.  We have workplace protections, survivor rights, healthcare rights, and so many other rights for couples like us.  None of that exists in Egypt or the great majority of countries in the world.  Kurt and I have very privileged lives, and we should not take that for granted.  We should celebrate the rights given to us rather than try to settle a score.  We are lucky, and we should celebrate that luck.

Yes, Kurt was and always will be my soulmate.  I did want to celebrate a life together with him.  The kind of life Ash and Saida would never be able to celebrate.  An open life of love, support, rights, happiness, and honesty.  The kind of life people like Ash and Saida could only dream of.  I was fortunate enough to be able to have that life.  It was only up to me to allow myself to have it. 

Without letting any other negative thoughts rush into my mind, I got up.  I walked up to the cart and picked up the ring box.  I opened it. The ring was sitting there, in the same condition I had seen it last time a year ago.  I looked at it for the longest time.  I wanted to make sure it was what I wanted to do.  Kurt just sat in the balcony and looked at me, trying to see what I would do next. 

He had taken a bold step bringing the ring here without my knowledge.  That was a grand gesture on his end.  He could not have known how I would respond.  I might go with the flow, or I might have thought he was too presumptuous.  He had no business touching that ring, even if I had bought it for him.  He took it upon himself, he took a gamble, just to let me know he was ready. 

I was ready.  I turned around and walked toward him.  I took the ring out of the box.  I knelt there in front of him, with the Nile flowing in the background, and looked him in the eyes.  He didn’t think it would go down this fast.  He had brought the ring here just to restart the conversation.  He didn’t think I was going to use it right away.  His eyebrows contracted all the way up, his eyes popped with surprise, and he hid his gaping mouth with both hands.

“Kurt, my soulmate, as this Nile River is the witness to our love, will you marry me?”

“OMG, yes, of course yes.”

I pulled his left hand away from his mouth and put the ring on his finger. 

“OMG, I didn’t know you were ready,” he said in between pants of joy.  “I took a shot in the dark.  I didn’t expect it so soon.”  He jumped on the floor and kissed me as I was still kneeling in front of him.  He went back and forth between kissing me and admiring the ring on his finger.  He didn’t know which one was more exciting: my luscious kisses or the new ring on his finger.  He was like a puppy getting the zoomies. 

I had many paths in front of me.  I chose love.  I chose open love.  I chose to celebrate that love, and to invite our loved one to celebrate that love with us.  Something that Ash and Saida could not openly do, with the person they might have really wanted to be with.  I could, and I chose to do make it happen.

It was time to consummate the moment.  I wanted him right away.  All the other times I had sex in Egypt were undercover and with certain tones of implied power between ‘Sir’ and his servant.  I wanted equal power sex.  I wanted him to roll me over as much as I did it to him.  I wanted his sex.  I wanted his love.  I wanted his kiss.  I wanted his dick.  And his ass.

We stood up.  I grabbed his hand in mine and brought him inside.  The bed was waiting for us from when we left it.  This time we were getting in with a brand-new accessory: Kurt’s proposal ring. 

As I leaned over to kiss him, I took off his bathrobe.  He took off mine.  Immediately he knelt, this time it was his turn, and he shoved my cock in his mouth.  We had done this numerous times, but this time we were engaged.  This time we wanted it to be forever. 

He cupped my asscheeks and shoved my pelvis in his mouth.  Kurt was no novice; he could take the whole 8 inch in one breath.  In fact, he was so good at it he had to turn his head slightly sideways so his nose would not bump on my six pack.  This way he could take the whole thing in, until my ginger pubic hair rubbed on his upper lip.  And with his lower lip, he kissed my balls with every thrust on my shaft.  Yes, that’s where I wanted my cock. 

I loved when he devoured my cock.  He had given me the most enthusiastic blowjob the first time we had sex.  From then on I was hooked.  Nobody managed my dick better than him, in his mouth or in his ass.  Nobody.

Usually, I would cup his head in between my hands to thrust my cock in, but this time I wanted to hug it.  I wrapped my hands around his whole head and pulled him in.  That decreased his in and out glides on my dick, but I loved that his head was buried in my lap.  I held him like that, with my fingers all between his hair, and used my taint as the main driver of pushing my cock down his throat.  Like an expert, he didn’t choke or drool.  He just gave me an expert blowjob.  There was nobody better than him.  And he just yes said to a lifetime of this.

Eventually I needed more.  I pulled him up and resumed kissing him on the lips.  I could taste cock and musk on his breath.  My own cock and musk.  I licked him clean.  Our dicks had a sword fight below as our tongues wrestled in his mouth.  I was finally having sex with him without holding back.  I had let go of the past and was so happy I did.  This was finally that intense make-up sex they talk about. 

I pushed him on the bed.  He pulled himself up so his head was lined up with the pillows.  His erect dick was the center of his body.  It was poking up in the air.  I can’t remember if I ever saw his dick so hard and long.  It looked like it was going to explode if it got one more drop of blood in it.  It was throbbing with every heartbeat, waving up and down in midair. 

I devoured it.  It was my turn to have his rod in my mouth.  And that’s what I did.  He was a good 7 inches, more impressive than most other cocks I’ve had, but no challenge for my experienced mouth.  I managed expertly to get it all in. 

He was already oozing precum.  I could taste it. And I had just started sucking it.  I put my right hand behind him and found his asshole.  I did my signature move of playing with his hole while sucking him.  This always releases more precum, my aphrodisiac.  I drank it all as I played with his hole.  I sucked him dry; I wanted all the goo down my throat. 

I then used my hands to flip his legs up.  That asshole that was getting fingered was about to get a tongue treatment.  We had not showered yet, and there was still some musk there from last night.  The aroma of a man.  The aroma of sweat and pheromones.  I couldn’t hold back.  I faceplanted myself right on his hole.  My morning stubbles rubbed all over his tender skin there.  He gasped with pleasure.  He further helped me by holding his knees up in the air.  He wanted me there as much I wanted to be there.

I had won this battle every single time.  His rosebud usually starts tight, in anticipation.  With every lick of my tongue his sphincter would loosen a bit more.  Eventually my tongue would be able to penetrate him.  I would lose my tongue up there, making it ready for better things to come.  I won once again.  My tongue was past the opening.  His gasps told me everything I needed to know about how much he was enjoying this.

I came up for a breath.  I looked him straight in the eyes.  The best part was yet to come.  I was going to make him mine.  I was going to penetrate him with my manhood. 

“Future Mrs. Moore, are you ready to be my bitch?” I asked, knowing the answer. 

“That’s a big I do.”  He reached and this time spread his asscheeks with his hands, making sure I could get right in.  I leaned over and touched his rosebud with my stiff cock.  With my left hand I held the back of his neck to steady myself in, and I used my right hand to push my cock in him.  I was in.  He took it like a champ.  His body just easily took my cock into whichever hole I put it in. 

I started pumping.  At first slow and steady.  I was still holding the back of his neck with my left hand.  Our faces were inches apart.  I leaned over and kissed him on the lips as my cock continued to pump him below.  The kissing and the pumping both got more intense with every second.  Our panting grew heavier, my thrusts became more forceful, and sweat was forming all over both of us. 

Just then I saw his hand.  His Left hand with the new ring on it.  I used my free right hand to grab his left hand with the ring on it.  I brought it up until I could reach it with my mouth.  I put his ring finger with his new ring in my mouth.  I made him finger fuck my mouth with his ring finger.  My lips kept kissing that ring with every finger thrust.  He was fingerfucking my mouth and I was picking up the pace down below. 

Eventually this intense moment got the better of me.  I was ready to pump it all out.  I felt a rush build up from the depth of my balls and it rolled all the way inside my body before it shot out of peehole into his ass.  Thrust after thrust I pushed all my sperm into him.  The future Mrs. Moore was marked with my DNA.  For the first time as an engaged couple.  He knew my moves so well by now as well.  Seeing how I was about to cum, he grabbed his cock with his free right hand and rubbed one out at the same time.  His jizz hit my chest and his.  He sprayed both of us, all the way to our chins.  I really did love make up sex.

We had the rest of the day free.  We hung out by the pool most of the day, feeling the glow of being freshly engaged.  When the time difference allowed, we called our families back home and told them all that happened.  They were all so happy for us.  Only after that, Kurt posted a close-up photo of his new ring on social media.  The messages of congratulation from friends, family, neighbors, colleagues, and various acquaintances did not stop all the rest of the day and night.  Our entire world was happy for us.  I couldn’t think how different it would be if Ash had gotten engaged to a same-sex fiancé.  How shunned and persecuted he might be from everyone around him, not to forget what the government would do to him. 

The following day we had plans to meet Ash and Saida for lunch before flying back home.  We met at a great restaurant in Luxor called Sofra.  It is an old colonial house turned into a restaurant with the most delicious homemade recipes.  Ash and Saida were so overjoyed when they heard that the occasion of their wedding was the inspiration for us to get engaged.  We invited them to come to our wedding in the US, whenever that would happen.  Inside, I knew they would not be able to get the visas they need to come, nor would they be able to afford the flights and hotel fees.  Still, it was nice to treat them with the same kind of respect they treated us with. 

There were a lot of hugs and kisses before they went their way.  They walked down the street, vanishing in the distance.  Even though they were freshly married, there was no holding hands or any other display of affection.  Once again, I wondered if I would ever see Ash again.  I had these thoughts after the initial cruise, and again at the airport in Greece after he told me he was leaving that trip to go get married to someone he had not even met yet.  I didn’t know the answer again this time: would I ever see him again?

Kurt and I had a lovely trip home.  As soon as we arrived, he moved back in.  It was like nothing had happened, although we each had a lifetime of experiences during our hiatus.  We made plans for the upcoming wedding. 

We got married two years later in Palm Springs.  We were surrounded by friends and family, colleagues, and neighbors.  Our entire world had come there to celebrate our same-sex love.  Such a sharp contrast to my secret affair with Ash, or his sham wedding to a lesbian.  Kurt and I were so lucky to have been given the life we had, and now more than ever I was grateful for all of it.

Predictably, Ash and Saida could not get visas to come.  But his brother Farouk had managed to get a residency spot at Los Angeles General Medical Center, and came in lieu of his Ash. 

We did manage to see Ash and Saida on the way to our honeymoon.  We were having a layover in Dubai on the way to Maldives.  Ash had gotten a job in one of the elite hotels in Dubai and had transferred his family there.  So, we decided to stay for a day during our layover and catch up with them. 

We had a lovely lunch with them on the pool deck at Hotel Burj Al Arab, the 7-star hotel Ash worked at.  We were treated like kings.  After lunch we walked through Dubai Mall for some sightseeing.  Kurt and Saida walked in front of Ash and me.  At some point, Ash leaned over and whispered: “She is,” and gave me a very knowing nod. 

I didn’t make the connection right away.  He saw my confusion.

He leaned even further in and whispered softly in my ear: “A lesbian.”  He gave me another knowing nod.

“And how did this all come about in the open?”

“We eventually talked about the issue.  Yes, we both believe that our moms knew what they were doing when they arranged for our marriage.  So now we have an understanding, and we are both happy with that arrangement.”

I didn’t want to ask what the arrangement was or how it was going to work out.  Certain things are better left alone.  No matter what he would have told me, it wasn’t something that was going to work in the world that Kurt and I lived in.  I was just content that Ash was happy. 

“I’m really glad for you.  Wishing you both the best.”  From there the conversation went to other topics. 

Our honeymoon in the Maldives was magnificent.  The symbolism was again not lost on me how a gay American couple could come to this country and celebrate their honeymoon, while for their own citizens homosexuality was a crime with such severe punishments, including jail and death sentence. 

Ash proved to be a super worker.  He was able to rise through the ranks being such a superstar and went from one managerial position to the next within the hotel.  Saida and Ash stayed in Dubai and funneled quite a bit of their earnings back home to support their parents. We saw them every once in a while, when we had a layover in Dubai.  Once he had a high-ranking job, they were able to get a tourist visa and came to visit the US.  We met them and their 3 kids in Disney World in Florida.  His brother Farouk finished his Internal Medicine residency and then did a second residency in Plastic Surgery.  He is now Kurt’s junior partner in his practice. 

My relationship with Ash taught me several things. I learned to appreciate the rights and liberties I was given.  I learned to pay if forward and always try to help others out in any way possible.  I learned to be more respectful of other people’s circumstances and cultures without any judgment.  I learned the values of friendship, loyalty, and love.

Ash, I thank you for all that. 

T H E    E N D

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Wow, all this started from a chance encounter with the character that Ash is based on during our recent Egypt trip.  The only part that is true is the 20-minute walk I had with him during our stroll in the village, as he told me about his family and his prior jobs.  He never told me about his sexuality, although my husband and I and all our nieces were sure of it.  The story is what a life would be for a gay man in current day Egypt, or any place with such restrictions on homosexuality.

I did not mean for this story to be so much about gay rights, but with the new US administration hell bent on taking our rights away, it is ever more important to not take those rights for granted.  We should celebrate those rights and invite our loved ones to celebrate with us. 

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