Egyptian in the Big City

[maceov]

I’d been a regular at the gym in Chicago, working out for a few years about four or five times a week when I met him. He was tall, approximately six feet-two inches, dark, extremely muscular, and clearly a sexy Middle Easterner. My favorite flavor! Hmmm… He was stunningly handsome and I decided instantly that I was going to KNOW him… in every sense of the word.

I’ve always loved a man in a uniform, and he did not disappoint. He worked security for the gym so I got to see him quite a lot traipsing through the locker rooms and pool area. Every delicious inch of him a hot, erotic, sensuous, brooding, masculine Mediterranean man. I just knew that he had the body of the gods underneath that uniform that fit his sexy muscular body like a glove. I admired his handsome face and that bubble butt each time he walked by me. “Hello Daddy!” I thought to myself.

I’m a somewhat cute French-American boy with a baby face and slightly above average looks with brown hair, blue and gold eyes, a nicely shaped nose and very lush, full lips. I’ve always looked many years younger than I am. Men have told me I’m beautiful, but that is always in the eye of the beholder. Not everyone finds me so alluring, to be sure. I’ve been told I look more European than anything else. I really don’t think I’m all that special, but after having lived in the Middle East for several years, I know how to get a man’s attention with my inviting smile and dramatic eyes, which I think are one of my better attributes. I’m not bragging, just adhering to the old adage, “Know Thyself.”

After admiring this man for several weeks, I finally approached him when he walked by me relaxing in the jacuzzi. I got out and moved over to him, confident that my body was in very good shape and asked him about some locker room thefts I’d heard about. Don’t really remember the entire conversation, but does it really matter? I was just dying to meet him and he was even MORE handsome the closer I got to him. He answered my question and then I proffered my hand to him and gave him my name. He held my hand warmly yet firmly in his big manly paw and told me his name was Zinhom. I told him that I had lived in the Middle East before and he told me then that he was born in Alexandria, Egypt and had been in the United States for several years. He was twenty-eight years old, but looked slightly younger. I gave him a sidelong glance, working my eyes for all they were worth, and he smiled. I reluctantly let go of his hand, but I didn’t want to appear to be a total slut to him, so I was playing it cool. Even though I’d not had a lover for almost a year.

I got asked out a lot by men at the gym, but I had my preferences and wanted a little something more than just a romp in the sack. I decided once more that I would have this delectable Zinhom’s beautiful zoobie and began to concentrate my efforts towards making this happen. I went back to my place at the side of the jacuzzi and smiled shyly and warmly up at this stud when he walked back past me. He returned my smile.

That night, I dreamt of him. I was slowly removing his shirt and kissing his chest, then woke disappointed, knowing that it was just a dream.

I ran into the delectable Zinhom just a few days later as I was coming out of the gym after a good workout. He was in the parking area, and I gave him my sweetest smile and greeted him warmly. He remembered me, but forgot how to pronounce my name, which is not surprising, as it’s very different. I shook his hand and told it to him again. It sounded very nice rolling off his tongue with his nice Egyptian accent. Damn he was sexy!

I asked him if he was married, and he told me he was divorced. Well, that was a relief, BUT… he did live with a current girlfriend, dammit! Well, that would just never do! I’m no home-wrecker. (Sigh) But I loved him! I guess it would just have to be a platonic friendship then.

I was disappointed, but not surprised that some lucky bitch had snapped his delicious ass up already. He seemed so sweet!

But wait, be still my beating heart, was there a light beaconing at the end of this dark tunnel? I listened intently as he began telling me how crazy she was, and how unhappy he was living with her. “Oh really??? Tell me more, Big Daddy!” I thought happily to myself. Trying not to squeal with glee!

Then he told me that his car’s engine had blown and asked if he could get a ride home, which was fine with me, since he lived not too far from me over by the lake shore. Wow!

And thus began our friendship.

We stopped along the way and had a juice together and talked, and I learned that he had used to be a bodyguard for the Emir (Prince) of someplace or other and his four wives. The wives all forced him to fuck them, or they threatened to tell the Emir that he had tried to rape them; which would have been a death sentence for him. What a trip! I was SO not surprised. He was that handsome and his body was just that superb! I can see the Princesses wanting to bang him like there was no tomorrow, lucky whores! It was the Emir who had paid for him to come to America. So apparently he never found out about his wives banging this gorgeous stud. Or maybe he didn’t care. He was apparently banging everything in sight himself!

Zinhom told me that he was constantly working on his physique to compete in body building competitions. So he was very careful what he put into it. I could believe it, as his arms were huge, and I’m sure I could bounce a coin off of those tight washboard abs I was certain were hidden beneath that sexy security uniform he was wearing. Okay, so he MADE the uniform look sexy just by wearing it over his taut muscles! I asked him to flex his muscle for me and felt it, seizing the opportunity to touch his soft, smooth skin. “So big and solid!” I exclaimed. He smiled at me. He liked to be admired. He liked attention. Okay, so I’ll just stroke his big ego some more and hopefully soon will be stroking other parts of his anatomy! I love a challenge. It was ON!

We finished our juices and I drove him to his apartment building which really wasn’t very far from my own as I also lived by the lake. He told me, “shukron” (thank you) since I told him I spoke a smidgeon of Arabic, and he reached over and hugged me and thanked me again for the ride. “No problem whatsoever!,” is what I said aloud. “Anytime, you big delicious hunky stud!,” is what I thought inwardly, but did not say aloud.

I was happy, and I somehow knew that I would be seeing him again.

As the weeks went by, I ended up running into him while HE was working out at the gym, training another bodybuilding enthusiast from India who was also quite gorgeous. I just loved seeing Zinhom in skimpy muscle shirts and form-fitting shorts and was rewarded with an even better view of his sexy, powerful body, and inadvertently ended up giving him several more rides. One night I drove by my apartment building to show him where I lived. He came in and we talked a while and he drank some healthy juice with me, but I was on my best behavior. I didn’t want to chase him away by pouncing on his big cock! That would have to wait until the time was more appropriate. He was in a relationship after all. With a woman. She didn’t treat him right though, so I would just let things play out and wait until SHE screwed it all up. By the sounds of things, it would not be too long. Maybe I was alternate “Plan B” in the back of his mind, just in case she really lost it. Not really sure.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long, as several nights later, he came knocking on my door in the middle of the night, saying his crazy girlfriend had kicked him out in a jealous rage. He worked security at a small nightclub in the evenings, and she was just so sure that he was trying to get with all the other ladies. He was getting so tired of her jealous crap. “Really??? That’s wonderful news!,” I thought, but did not say out loud and did my best to look concerned and not jump up and down for joy!

Of course I welcomed him in and told him that he was more than welcome to stay the night with me. I did have two bedrooms, but had a roommate sleeping in the other room, so he would have to bunk with me in my big, soft, inviting bed. Oh my god, I was about to faint, I was so excited! Here he was at last, after a few months of wanting him and admiring him from afar, and now here he was standing in my bedroom! I was in heaven!

He had a duffel bag with some of his things, and changed in front of me into a sheer cotton night shirt and put on some lightweight pajama-style bottoms as well. Unfortunately his shirt covered up the family jewels, so I didn’t get a chance to glimpse his fat zoobie just yet; but I would be working very hard towards rectifying that situation and soon.

I tried not to stare too hard, but could hardly resist the temptation of staring at his amazing big strong, muscular chest as he disrobed. I told him his body was utterly beautiful, and he smiled and thanked me. He had the physique of a body builder and his muscles were fully sculpted and defined fantastically from head to toe. He looked like a Greek statue come to life. Utterly delicious eye candy! I couldn’t believe my good fortune!

Zinhom crawled into my big queen-sized bed and scooted over, leaving plenty of space for me to climb in beside him. His big frame did take up considerable space, but I was not complaining. I was too breathless with anticipation to see what might unfold before the night was over. He hugged me very warmly and thanked me for letting him stay with me. “Any time,” I answered and I kissed his cheek, but he said he was very tired, and the poor man did look rather exhausted, so I let him rest and was comforted by the warmth emanating from his body and the soft sound of his breathing. I watched his big strong chest rise and fall for a while before I slept myself for a few hours. I fell asleep holding his hand.

Sometime after midnight, I woke up and couldn’t take it anymore and laid my head on his big strong chest again. He didn’t seem to mind, and wrapped his arm about my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. I thought what a nice pillow he makes for my head to rest upon! I slid my hand up his shirt and laid it on his naked chest. Muscles upon muscles. Soft, luxurious skin for my fingers to feast upon. So very nice. I knew he was tired and really did try my best to let him just rest, but was soon overcome with my own need and desire for him.

I let my hand slide down to rest on his fat zoobie still covered up between what felt like a few layers of thin gauzy fabric. He was still soft, but even then it felt “promising.” I gave him a few squeezes and he didn’t stir, but I know he was aware of what I was doing. I tried very hard to let that be enough, but reached down to squeeze his meat a few more times. He stroked my back and shoulder then. That was an invitation to proceed as far as I was concerned. Any pretense to not awaken him flew out the window. I wanted him. I wanted to be with Zinhom. I wanted to know him in the biblical sense.

So I attempted to slide my hand down his pajama bottoms. I couldn’t get them inside, dammit, as his drawstring was cinched too tightly. So I just had to untie it, which is what I did, and pulled the fabric away from his sexy body. THEN I had the complete access to that delicious meat that I had been so longing and hoping for. I moved my head from his chest to lie on his tummy and felt his ripped abs against my cheek and just looked at his beautiful brown zoobie in the soft moonlight for the first time. It looked so pretty just lying there nestled atop his pretty Egyptian nut sack. His circumcised zoobie looked pretty plump to me and I just breathed in the delicious scent of his cock and balls, savoring the aroma of him. Delighting in the magnificence of his beautiful zoobie.

I lifted his heavy penis up to have a better look. Every man’s is unique and special in its own way. I just paid homage for a moment, to the beauty and perfection of his manhood. I bent my head down and kissed the head of it. It stirred. How marvelous!

I laid my cheek on his fat shaft and kissed it once more while enveloping his warm, hairy balls in my hand and squeezing them gently. His pubic hair was so soft to the touch and I ran my fingers through it and all around the base of his meat. I wanted to know intimate details about every square inch of his delicious body! His cock throbbed and jerked slightly and began to grow.

I was transfixed while I watched mesmerized as his thick zoobie began to expand and grow its full length of nine fat, juicy inches of pleasuredom. His helmet was tapered slightly and made me think of the obelisks of ancient Egypt, tall phallic shaped towers gleaming in the sunlight, denoting the masculine strength of the kingdom and virility of the pharaoh’s penises. Subtle, they were not! They dominated and ruled by virtue of their big cocks. At least that’s MY version of history!

That’s okay, this big sexy Egyptian could dominate me any time he liked!

I took my own Egyptian prince’s virility in my hand then and slowly brought it to my mouth to worship his masculinity and strength with my lips and tongue. He moaned softly as I wrapped my full lips around his Egyptian beefsteak and sucked him into my mouth, flicking my tongue all around and under the base of his cock head. It was even more delicious than I had imagined! It kept getting rounder and harder and fatter, and I could hear his breathing increase now, as he was growing more excited.

I moved down to suck each of his big balls into my mouth, giving them each a good and proper tongue-bath and savored their taste on my tongue and breathed in the sexy smell of his crotch. I could have lived forever, just smelling the delightful odors emanating from his warm manhood.

I took his fat dong back into my mouth and heard his sharp intake of breath at the sensations and pleasures I was now giving fully to his now thoroughly awakened zoobie. His big strong hands came down to rest in my soft hair, and he stroked my head and enjoyed what I was doing to him. “You haven’t seen anything yet, my sweet Baba Habibi!,” I thought. I really began to apply the suction power then, and he moaned again as I sucked him deep into my mouth and felt his head hit the back of my throat, where I worked my muscles to maximum pleasure-inducing capacity.

He let out a shuddered gasp as I continued to deep throat his very thick manhood which had grown slightly plumper than it already was.

I felt his dick begin to throb wildly, and backed off. I didn’t want this to end too quickly, so went back to work on his warm and inviting balls while I stroked his nipples with my hand. I had to taste those as well, so slid up to his chest, while continuing to stroke and squeeze his large penis and licked and sucked his beautiful brown nipples until he was squirming.

Eventually, after enjoying his nipples being pleasured, Zinhom pushed my head back down to his fat cock which I kissed and ran my tongue all up and down the shaft of, which jumped and throbbed in my hand. Then I took his juicy meat back into my mouth, and he groaned a lot louder than he had before. He was loving it! I was loving it! WE were loving it! And he began to pump my mouth now with his powerful tool which was now fully aroused and ready for action. He rammed it in my mouth with great fervor, slamming it into the back of my throat again and again. I had wanted it, so I wasn’t going to complain if he wanted to give it to me hard and fast. I opened my throat and just took my zoobie medicine, again and again. Mmmm… I felt better already, Doctor Zinhom! Feed my mouth with your yummy meat! Should I open my mouth now and say “Ah?”

Actually, he was beginning to say “Ahhhh, Ungh, Ohhhhhh…” and grew slightly louder as he continued to bang my mouth with his enormous cock. I love a good mouth-fucking from time to time! He was giving me what I liked, that was for sure! And I gave him back pleasure for pleasure.

He had both hands gripping my head, pounding my lips and tongue and back of my throat. He went wild, and the floodgates of his passion were now fully unleashed.

His hand moved towards my ass, where I was curled against him, and he reached down inside my shorts and began fingering my soft, tight, little ring, pushing the tip of his large finger inside of me, and I squirmed and milked his finger with my booty and that alone was enough to send him over the edge of no return.

His cock grew harder and thicker and longer and then just exploded in my mouth with so much force it took my breath away. I just braced myself for spurt after spurt of rich, thick, sweet, creamy Egyptian man milk, which splattered against my tongue and back of my throat in nine big long bursts. Hmmm… One for every inch!

I held his fat meat in my mouth until every drop was completely milked out of his balls and shaft by my throat muscles. Zinhom let out a big sigh and stroked my hair some more. I let his dick slide from my lips and kissed him down there, and looked up at him and he just smiled and continued to stroke my hair. “You just had to have my zoobie, I see.” I nodded my head and he grinned.

“That was some very nice sucking!,” he told me.

I move up into his arms and replied, “I’m so very glad that you think so!” He hugged me tight, and I reached down to hold his fat member which was growing soft again.

I got up after a few minutes of enjoying the afterglow of our first sexual encounter, and washed his big zoobie off and then dried it by blowing softly on his cock and balls, until I was satisfied that he was all back in order and he said the he had to get some more sleep.

I moved over beside him, and he held my hand again as I laid my head up against his shoulder and we slept soundly and satisfied. I know I didn’t cum, but I was feeling very complete. I’d had my fill of Zinhom’s delicious manhood and pleasured him fully, and I was happily content.

In the morning, he was pleasant and I took him to breakfast. He asked me not to tell anybody what we had done. And I looked at him and said, “Zinhom, who am I going to tell??? I don’t embarrass my friends. I’m a grownup. What happens in the privacy of my bedroom is nobody else’s business. Besides, this is a big city and I don’t know most of the people you know, so you have nothing to worry about.” He was satisfied with my answer and I dropped him off at work.

I didn’t see or hear from him again for about a week. Then ran into him at the gym. He greeted me warmly and took my hand in his. He told me that he and his girlfriend had made up, and she’d begged him to come home. I was disappointed, but what could I do? The realities of life can sometimes be a little hard on us. I was just a little hurt, but I’m realistic; and I HAD gotten to have my Egyptian dream man. At least for a little while.

A few weeks later, I got a call around 9 PM. It was him. He told me that she had attacked him and beat him and told him that if he called the police, she would say that he beat her and she would have him deported. I did believe him when he said he never laid a finger on her. He wanted to stay in the States too badly. She really WAS a crazy, stupid bitch! She had locked him out of their apartment. Could he stay with me again, he asked.

“Where are you?,” I asked. He was at his second security job just down the road about ten blocks or so. Not far. I told him to hang on, I’d be there to pick him up shortly. I couldn’t drive fast enough, and there he was, just waiting to be rescued. As sexy and handsome as ever! How could I possibly say no to this poor well-hung, super sexy stud-muffin??? I could not.

This time was different however, for when he came to my bedroom, he wasn’t shy and wasn’t trying to cover up his body. He stripped completely in front of me and I told him to come over and let me admire his beautiful zoobie. He replied teasingly, “Don’t force me!” I laughed. “You can’t force the willing!” He stepped around the foot of the bed and came to me. His dick was already hard when he came to offer it into my hands. He was even bigger down there than I’d remembered, but I was looking at him in the full light now, not just the dim glow of the moon. My God he was beautiful!

He hugged me and I kissed his cheek and then his lips. He put my hand back on his fat member, and asked, “So is this what you were wanting again?”

I said, “Oh yes, my sweet Habibi!”

“Then have it, have your fill,” he replied tenderly. “Why are you still wearing your clothes? Please get naked. I don’t want to be the only one here who is naked.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. My clothes exploded from my body and I was standing before him in all my naked splendor. Granted, I wasn’t as well-built, or as well-hung as my Egyptian Prince, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Zinhom sat me on the bed and ran his fully hard cock head back and forth across my lips, on my nose, on my cheeks, on my forehead. I tried to take it in my mouth, and he pulled it back and said, “Ah, ah, ah!,” in warning and shook his finger at me.

He said, “I’m going to take my time tonight.” Well, I couldn’t argue with that. I was loving it! Then he began stroking it against my closed lips again and he said he liked my fluffy pillow lips. He stroked my neck, my chin, and my ears with his zoobie, until I couldn’t stand it anymore. My dick grew so hard and I was growing increasingly horny myself, and I finally said, “Don’t just tease me, please me, Baba!”

“Since you asked nicely, I’m going to give you what you want then,” and he stuffed his big cock into my mouth and I felt him grow and expand to his full size. “Ahhh, that’s the nice soft mouth that I remember!,” he said.

“Do you like my zoobie?” he asked. “Mmmhmmm,” I purred with his fat meat sliding all over my tongue. I don’t think it’s polite to speak with my mouth full, and my mouth was rather somewhat preoccupied at the present. “Good, because my zoobie very much likes what your talented mouth is doing to it right now!”

Did I like his zoobie? What a ridiculous question! I LOVED his zoobie! I wanted to marry his zoobie and live happily ever after with it. I loved just about everything else about him as well. He had such endearing and sometimes exasperating qualities, but I accepted him for who he was.

I increased the sucking pressure and began to swirl my head round and round his long erection, and that drove him crazy. “Oh yes, like that!,” he whispered, “Just like that!” His hips began to move back and forth as he fucked my hot, wet mouth, feeding me his big brown, and oh-so-incredibly-delicious zoobie meat.

Then he pushed me down on the bed, and crawled over the top of me where I laid, straddling my face, and put his dick back in my mouth and face-fucked me good and proper.

This went on for a few more minutes, and he asked, “Do you want more?” I nodded my head, unable to speak with his tumescent member stuffed halfway down my throat.

He pulled out of my mouth and said that was good because he wanted to make love to me. Okay! I had douched earlier that evening, as I usually do, so knew I was good and clean. I got up and grabbed the lube and a condom which he stretched over his fat manhood, then had me lie on my back, lifting my legs up and bending my boy-pussy up to where he would have ultimate access to my little pleasure tunnel.

“I want to see your face as I make love to you!,” he announced.

I had lubed myself up well enough, but it was still a bit of a shock when his fat dick broke through my tight sphincter. I hadn’t been fucked for many months, preferring QUALITY, not quantity in my partners.

My little ring opened up to his urgent thrusting, and he exclaimed, “You are so tight down there!”

“Glad to hear it,” I replied.

“Ohhhh, this feels so good inside of your coos!” I moved my ass and pumped his big member in response. That was it. He was fully inside of me now. Let the penis thrusting commence!

Zinhom pulled all the way back and then I felt his balls slam against my tightly stretched boy-pussy and laid back and sighed in anticipatory pleasure. This was going to be good. He did not disappoint, but rose to the occasion, again and again. He began slamming his big balls against me, power-driving that big, king-sized man-meat into my hungry hole, and I was overwhelmed with feelings of intense desire. My patience had paid off, and here he was ramming me full of his big, sexy, brown tool.

My hands were roaming through his hair, traipsing across the back of his neck, down his chest where I could play with his nipples, which elicited the response I expected. He sucked in his breath through his clenched teeth and pounded me even harder. Then he laid all of his powerful weight on top of me and wrapped his arms about me and pulled me tightly into him. My arms went round his back, just holding on for dear life as he ravished my insides with his piston-like, explosive movements. Talk about internal combustion! I moaned loudly, it felt so good as he slammed into me. “I love you, Baba!” I cried out, “Fuck me hard! Give it all to me!”

The friction of his muscular belly rubbing against my cock had me thrashing about in utter delight, and I felt the cum building inside of my balls, threatening to explode at any minute as his rock-hard abs worked my hard-on in a good way, mashing and squeezing and stroking me to the point of oblivious, mind-numbing ecstasy. Two minutes more of this friction, and that was all I could take. My little volcano erupted like Mount Aetna, and I moaned loudly as I let loose, spewing my hot, molten cum all over his stomach, and I thought of the poor people of Pompeii.

He grunted in answer to my powerful orgasmic convulsions causing my insides to contract, squeezing and grabbing his cock more tightly, but he wasn’t quite ready to spew his seed into my loins just yet. My trembling subsided, but my excitement only seemed to increase his own, as he began to pump me faster and harder still. I could hardly believe that I was taking such brute force as this, and all I could feel was ultimate pleasure of one of the best ass-fuckings of my life. There was no pain involved, only pleasure. My tight little boy-pussy was completely opened up to him and begging for him to take more of me. To place his seal upon me and make my little hole his very own. Fuck his dick was good!

I began to pull on his nipples and suck on his neck, and that did it. He bent his head down to kiss my mouth, and moaned loudly that he was cumming, as he was suddenly flung over the edge, and his big balls burst, unleashing a copious, insane amount of sperm deep inside my freshly pummeled guts, and he thrashed wildly as his muscles contracted and spasmed with his orgasmic shuddering, and my boy-pussy just sighed with complete and utter satisfaction.

The orgasm he had was so powerful, that he suddenly lay limp on top of me heaving, gasping to catch his breath, and crushing me beneath the full weight of his muscular body. I was not complaining, though. I just breathed shallowly and held him tight and felt his heart beating wildly against my own. It was still racing so fast.

Zinhom’s fat zoobie began to soften and slip out of me, and I suddenly felt so empty, where I had just been so completely full. He managed to get out, “That was incredible!” between breaths, and I shushed him and pulled his head back down, kissing his cheek and held him close until his erratic breathing returned to normal.

After helping him get a restraining order in place against that crazy psychotic bitch that he had been living with, and having to chase her away a few times, until she finally got the message, we got a place together, and we co-habited for about a year; until he became increasingly aggressive due to the steroids I found out he was taking to increase his body mass for the competitions. I loved him, but he was becoming angry and dangerous, with his increasingly violent mood swings, and sadly I moved on. It was unfortunate, but life goes on, and I can say with complete certainty, that I did land my beautiful Egyptian man, and made him my very own. Every scintillating, magnificent inch. I will never forget him. I have loved and been deeply loved.

And at least for a time and a season, he was MY Egyptian in the Big City.