Brett.Bryan
09-03-2008, 02:10 PM
I wanted to tell you about something that happened to me during Iftar a few years ago during Ramadan. Since I have been driving one of my favorite times of the year is Ramadan. If I leave our villa just after the call to prayer, I can drive in an empty city. It just takes minutes to get from Maadi to any point in the city. Driving on empty streets at dusk is such a treat. I was heading to Heliopolis on the Autostrad one evening at just such a time. As I was passing the City of the Dead near Qayt Bey Mosque, I saw the figure of a tall guy wearing jeans and a black leather jacket walking along the road. I slowed down to check him out and he turned and motioned for me to stop. When I saw how handsome he was I slowed down and stopped in the middle of the empty road. He ran up to the car and asked if I could give him a ride to his uncle's house where he was supposed to be meeting his family for Iftar. I told him that I was heading near the location that he gave me and he hopped in the car beside me. He introduced himself to me as Mamdoah. I noticed immediately the strong smell of cologne when he was in the car with me. I also noticed how strong his long, muscular legs looked and how tight his jeans were. As I drove I asked him if he was a student. He said he was a student at Ein Shams University. As I shifted into third gear I touched Mamdoah's knee. I said excuse me and he said that was ok. I then commented on how strong his legs were and asked him if he played soccer. He did. I reached over squeezed his leg about half way between his knee and his crotch and asked him if he ran. He said that he did some times. I kept my hand on his leg and moved it a couple inches closer to his crotch. Mamdoah spread his legs apart. I took this as
a sign that he wanted me to continue. I glanced over at his crotch. I could make out his big hard-on sticking down his left leg. As I looked up at his face he was smiling. I asked him if it was "kwiess" (good.) He said it was. I put my hand on his thick pulsing cock. I massaged it as I slowed the car down, not wanting to arrive at his uncle's too soon. He reached down and started to unzip his jeans then undid his belt. As he raised his hips to push his jeans down, I reached over and felt his chest. Mamdoah had strong well-defined pecs and hard abs. By the time I had felt his chest he was finished pushing his jeans down to the floor the car. I saw that he had a long, thick cock with the hair carefully shaved away. He was totally clean. I grabbed his hard shaft and started stroking it. He told me to find a place to stop the car. I turned up a road that runs near an army camp with long walls and pulled the car over on the deserted street. There weren't any guards in the guard towers along the wall so we were completely alone. He put his hand behind my head and brought it close to his and started kissing me. He immediately thrust his tongue into my mouth. He had mint gum breath. He must have started chewing gum as soon has he heard the call to prayer. The taste of the gum was fresh in his mouth. He slipped one hand down my back and started squeezing my butt. It was then that I felt his cock flex harder than ever and he moved his head back from my face and gasped. He started shooting one of the biggest wads that I have ever seen. His first shot hit the front window of the car. Some of the shots that followed landed on the dash and glove box some landed on the jeans at his feet and on the seat between his legs. He collapsed on the seat and gasped for breath. After a few minutes he grabbed some Kleenex and started wiping himself off. He then tried to mop up the mess on the window and dash with Kleenex as I drove him to his uncle's. We gave each other our telephone numbers hoping to get together again soon. It was an Iftar that I will not soon forget.
a sign that he wanted me to continue. I glanced over at his crotch. I could make out his big hard-on sticking down his left leg. As I looked up at his face he was smiling. I asked him if it was "kwiess" (good.) He said it was. I put my hand on his thick pulsing cock. I massaged it as I slowed the car down, not wanting to arrive at his uncle's too soon. He reached down and started to unzip his jeans then undid his belt. As he raised his hips to push his jeans down, I reached over and felt his chest. Mamdoah had strong well-defined pecs and hard abs. By the time I had felt his chest he was finished pushing his jeans down to the floor the car. I saw that he had a long, thick cock with the hair carefully shaved away. He was totally clean. I grabbed his hard shaft and started stroking it. He told me to find a place to stop the car. I turned up a road that runs near an army camp with long walls and pulled the car over on the deserted street. There weren't any guards in the guard towers along the wall so we were completely alone. He put his hand behind my head and brought it close to his and started kissing me. He immediately thrust his tongue into my mouth. He had mint gum breath. He must have started chewing gum as soon has he heard the call to prayer. The taste of the gum was fresh in his mouth. He slipped one hand down my back and started squeezing my butt. It was then that I felt his cock flex harder than ever and he moved his head back from my face and gasped. He started shooting one of the biggest wads that I have ever seen. His first shot hit the front window of the car. Some of the shots that followed landed on the dash and glove box some landed on the jeans at his feet and on the seat between his legs. He collapsed on the seat and gasped for breath. After a few minutes he grabbed some Kleenex and started wiping himself off. He then tried to mop up the mess on the window and dash with Kleenex as I drove him to his uncle's. We gave each other our telephone numbers hoping to get together again soon. It was an Iftar that I will not soon forget.