ButtyBoy
04-30-2008, 01:59 AM
In 1998 I was thirty one, blond and good looking. I worked as a flight attendant contracted to Saudi Arabian airlines by another Arab airline to do a contract for hajj. I was based in Jeddah and from the moment I arrived in this wonderful land I was in love with it. Deep in my soul I knew I had existed here before, I had walked this soil before without any doubt in another life.
I am christian not a muslim, yet I discovered an incredible affinity with Islam and the Prophet.
I found it very easy to make male friends in Jeddah. Guys seemed to want to get to know me. I was approched sometimes in the street, markets, or the seaside by men of all ages.
I decided to have made for myself a Thobe (traditional Saudi male dress in light weight white cotton) to wear on my days off. It was extremely comfortable. White cotton boxer shorts were worn underneath along with a white t-shirt or vest/singlett. I found the thobe very erotic to wear, also to see it on other men. Especially when they walked towards the wind, the material would be blown against their body to reveal a perfect outline of their body and genitals! As a man walked, his cock was often swept back and forward. It was a thrill to watch cocks of all shapes, sizes and ages in all their glory before my wondering eyes.
One day I went to a small shoe store in the market area, the isle was narrow, a man walked in front of me as I was facing a shelf of shoes, he was holding his wallet and keys in a closed hand by his side. The back of his hand brushed passed the head of my cock as he passed in front of me. I was shocked, however felt surely it must be an accident? I did not look at him straight away, but ignored it. My cock began to swell with excitement, Moments later he did it again. My cock was getting hard by this stage and very obvious.
I placed a hand in my pocket and grabed my growing penis to hide it from public view. I then knew this was no accident. I looked at the man in his 40's. He also made eye contact. I walked out of the store, I decided to see if he would follow, I knew where some bathrooms were in a mall across the way. He followed me there as I thought, I walked into a stall, he walked in and closed the door. I lifted my thobe and took my enlarged cock out and jerked off, he did the same. No words were spoken. I went to my knees and took his fat Arab cock into my mouth and worked it. He moaned with joy, as he slowly fucked my warm wet mouth. He quickly pulled out and suddenly groaned holding his hard fat cock, then came on the floor in front of me. He cleaned himself up, opened the door smiled and whispered thank you in English. I closed the door behind him and jerked off thinking about that huge fat cock until I shot a load over the back of the door, trying to be quiet as I shot cum everywhere. I still jerk off with these same thoughts sometimes. I also twice used the same brush past technique on two male passengers to initiate them getting excited, nothing was able to come of it, but I got a thrill from making them hard.
I saw a fair bit of action in that bathroom from time to time over the following months. This was just one of many wonderful times I had with men in Jeddah. I long to go back... I could have lived there the rest of my life.
I am christian not a muslim, yet I discovered an incredible affinity with Islam and the Prophet.
I found it very easy to make male friends in Jeddah. Guys seemed to want to get to know me. I was approched sometimes in the street, markets, or the seaside by men of all ages.
I decided to have made for myself a Thobe (traditional Saudi male dress in light weight white cotton) to wear on my days off. It was extremely comfortable. White cotton boxer shorts were worn underneath along with a white t-shirt or vest/singlett. I found the thobe very erotic to wear, also to see it on other men. Especially when they walked towards the wind, the material would be blown against their body to reveal a perfect outline of their body and genitals! As a man walked, his cock was often swept back and forward. It was a thrill to watch cocks of all shapes, sizes and ages in all their glory before my wondering eyes.
One day I went to a small shoe store in the market area, the isle was narrow, a man walked in front of me as I was facing a shelf of shoes, he was holding his wallet and keys in a closed hand by his side. The back of his hand brushed passed the head of my cock as he passed in front of me. I was shocked, however felt surely it must be an accident? I did not look at him straight away, but ignored it. My cock began to swell with excitement, Moments later he did it again. My cock was getting hard by this stage and very obvious.
I placed a hand in my pocket and grabed my growing penis to hide it from public view. I then knew this was no accident. I looked at the man in his 40's. He also made eye contact. I walked out of the store, I decided to see if he would follow, I knew where some bathrooms were in a mall across the way. He followed me there as I thought, I walked into a stall, he walked in and closed the door. I lifted my thobe and took my enlarged cock out and jerked off, he did the same. No words were spoken. I went to my knees and took his fat Arab cock into my mouth and worked it. He moaned with joy, as he slowly fucked my warm wet mouth. He quickly pulled out and suddenly groaned holding his hard fat cock, then came on the floor in front of me. He cleaned himself up, opened the door smiled and whispered thank you in English. I closed the door behind him and jerked off thinking about that huge fat cock until I shot a load over the back of the door, trying to be quiet as I shot cum everywhere. I still jerk off with these same thoughts sometimes. I also twice used the same brush past technique on two male passengers to initiate them getting excited, nothing was able to come of it, but I got a thrill from making them hard.
I saw a fair bit of action in that bathroom from time to time over the following months. This was just one of many wonderful times I had with men in Jeddah. I long to go back... I could have lived there the rest of my life.