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Cairo Holiday - Part 4
by
Alexander
Late that night, long after his parents had retired, Michael and I were laid in bed together discussing the day's events and idly playing with each other's prick and balls. Over the past days our relationship had changed from one which seemed to be full of hastily snatched frantic sex sessions to one which was much more comfortable and relaxed and as a result the sex was much, much better. We were learning to actually enjoy making each other happy and not quite so concerned with our own personal gratification. Michael, I had begun to realise, whilst outwardly a bit on the brash and over-exuberant side, was in fact quite shy and reserved at heart. He was also easily made jealous as I had found out to my cost early that morning. I hoped that was all behind us now however as we chatted about the boy we had met in the Mena House.
"What do you think, shall we go tomorrow or not?" he asked
Taking time to think about it before I answered, I lazily kissed and licked around his nipples, something I had learned drove him wild.
Personally, there was nothing I would have liked better than to re-visit the hotel and see what fun we could get up to with the waiter boy, but I couldn't work out whether Michael was keen or not, and our relationship wasn't quite strong enough yet for me to take much of a risk with it. I am sure that he would agree to go, but wouldn't be too happy about it.
"Dunno," I eventually answered, "Perhaps he won't be there and we would have wasted the journey. In any case, do you think he would be interested in us? And even if he was, what could we do about it?" I was desperately trying to make Michael make the final decision.
"Yeah, you're probably right. Let's think of something else to do."
Thankfully, I could feel him relax as he said this and another little brick was cemented into our relationship.
"What I would love to do would be to spend the entire day in bed with you, and screw the world!"
Smiling broadly at the thought of this, Michael kissed me on the cheek and said "Bollocks! You wouldn't survive a day in bed with me!"
"Probably not, but I'd like to give it a damn good try."
"That's settled then. We'll stay home for a change."
Much to my shame, although I was very pleased at the prospect tomorrow held, the first thing that flashed through my mind was that Anwar would be around. Pushing this thought to the very back of my mind, I began to pay serious attention to my bed-mate.
It must have been about four in the morning before we eventually decided that it was about time I went to my own bed and tried to get a bit of rest. Michael and I had spent the best part of the night chattering away to each other and having the most wonderful, slow sex at the same time. I don't think that either of us wanted to come particularly as we knew that once we had, the depression bit would kick in and we would lose the magical atmosphere we had created for ourselves. It was a truly beautiful time we had, ending up with us laying head-to-toe sucking each other off and both managing to come together after which we reluctantly made our minds up that we really ought to get some sleep.
I was awake first, but just didn't feel like moving. Instead I picked up one of Michael's books and began to read. Laying on my side and resting the book on the edge of the bed, I could see Michael's sleeping head turned towards me on the pillow. That was it - I lost all interest in the book and lay there, looking steadily at the best friend anyone ever had. Looking down the bed, I saw through the thin bedcover that he had a morning erection. This of course ensured that my own cock came up in sympathy and I took hold of it, gently and thoughtfully playing with it. There was nothing I would have liked more to have got out of my lonely bed and joined Michael in his, but I thought that it would not have been a good idea for either of his parents to find us together - at least not yet.
Over the past few days we had discussed our relationship, and what would happen if ever any of our parents found out. We hadn't really come to any decision, but I think that we had both come to terms with the fact that we were much more than friends now, and sooner or later someone was bound to put two and two together, especially as the time drew nearer when I would have to go back to the UK. This last thought hit home hard. It would only be a week or two before this happened and I was already getting depressed about it. "I must talk to Michael and see what ideas we can come up with," I thought. "We must do something."
The bedroom door opened and in came Michael's dad. The habit he had of walking in without knocking was really beginning to get to me. I don't know how Michael felt about it, but it really pissed me off. I wasn't too concerned about him finding us together as we took pains not to let ourselves get into that situation, it was just the fact that we had no privacy.
"Morning, Tony," he said and looking over to Michael raised his voice and said "Morning Michael. Time to get up."
Michael stirred and lazily opened his eyes.
"Mornin' Dad," he managed to say, still half asleep, "What time is it?"
"Time you were up - both of you. I'm leaving for work now, and taking your Mother with me as she wants to go shopping. I've left a note of some odd jobs that need doing before you go out. It's on the kitchen table. There's also a ten pound note. Go to the Club for a meal if you want. We'll see you both when we get back."
Closing the door behind him, we heard his footsteps on the stairs. Michael made no effort to move and so I thought that I'd better show some signs of willing. Throwing the bedcover back I sat on the edge of the bed, facing Michael, with my erection just about subsided.
"Jesus!" he said, grinning, "Not this time of the morning surely?"
"Bollocks! You're not doing so bad yourself" I retorted, "Look at it!"
Staring down towards his groin, he saw what I meant. "Still your fault. If you weren't here, it wouldn't happen."
We exchanged a few words along these lines until I simply had to go and have a shower before things got out of hand. Grabbing a towel and wrapping it round me I headed for the bathroom.
"Is Michael up yet?" I heard his mother say from inside their bedroom.
"Yes. Just," I lied, "I'm showering first."
"OK, I'll see you later."
I was drying myself off when I heard the car leaving. Glancing out of the window to make sure they were both in it, I ran back to the bedroom, opened the door and took a flying leap onto Michael's bed.
"They've gone!" I said unnecessarily, giving Michael a kiss on the lips.
"Good," he replied, returning the favour, "Come on, get in."
Sliding under the cover, I put my arms around him and nestled my head on his shoulder.
"Got any plans?" I asked.
"What? For now or later?" he said, grabbing my dick.
"Both. I can think of something to do now, but what about later?"
"Christ knows!" he grinned, "Let's decide afterwards."
Turning to face each other, we got as close together as we could, Michael slipping his cock between my legs and starting to fuck me at a leisurely pace.
"Mmmmmmm. That's nice!" I whispered. "This is the best way to wake up."
I suppose we lay there until well after ten o'clock that morning, after all there was no specific reason to get up, and for once we were alone in the house able to enjoy our own company without the worry of being interrupted by anyone, most of all by Michael's parents. We were completely relaxed at peace with the world. I for one found it a new and very pleasurable experience. Never before have I been in a situation where I was so happy to be with someone I like so ..... so much (Damn! I almost used THAT WORD I am afraid of using). We were so comfortable that we didn't even speak for most of the time, just content to be there with each other. You know I suppose that it is at these times when you get most reflective and all sorts of things cross you mind, and I started to think about myself, Michael, life in Cairo and life back in England. I can't remember ever being so happy - I don't mean that sort of instant, transient happiness like when you get a birthday or Christmas present, but really 'long term' happy when it seems as if nothing can disturb your peace and tranquillity.
Nestling my head on Michael's shoulder, I kissed him softly on the neck and snuggled down in the bed, letting my mind wander.
Oddly enough the first thing that crossed my mind was girls. I couldn't ever, but ever, imagine myself feeling just as I did now with a girl, in bed or not. It simply didn't appeal to me. No girl could ever match the sort of thing which Michael and I had going between us, and I didn't even want to think about it either.
"Michael," I whispered in his ear, "Do you ever think about girls?"
"Yes, I suppose I do sometimes. But not very often," he replied, "Why?"
"Well, I've just been thinking. I don't think that I could ever feel like I do now with a girl - it would be sort of different and I don't think it would be anywhere near as good."
"Yeah. I know what you mean, I think. I have never been to bed with a girl. The only time I ever got near it was back home in England, and I suddenly got very frightened sort of and backed off. I knew somehow that I wouldn't like it and I didn't really want to do anything anyway. Not the sexy sort of things which you and me do," Michael replied, giving my balls a gentle squeeze.
Lapsing into silence again for a few minutes, Michael turned to look at me and said, more seriously than usual, "What we gonna do?"
I instinctively knew that he meant more, much more, than our plans for the day, or even for the next week or so.
"Christ knows. I haven't a clue. But I suppose we have got to do something soon."
"Yeah, you're right, but I'm fucked if I know what. I think Dad will be OK with it, but Mum will go ballistic, How about your old man?"
"Dunno. We've never talked about sex and that sort of thing. He has asked the odd question about girlfriends and so on, but never really bothered about it much. I think that if I told him about you and me he wouldn't do anything, just tell me that it wasn't normal, and accept it as just a sort of phase I was going through, assuming I would grow out of it. I don't think I will though."
Michael replied by saying that he and his Dad had talked about gayness once before when he brought a work colleague of his home for dinner who was gay, and was given a lecture about how not to behave and what not to say and so on, but Dad liked him and they got on well. I don't think it would be much of a problem for him, but my mother ..........!
The conversation was getting far too serious and much to deep for either of our tastes, especially as we were supposed to be enjoying ourselves.
"Oh, bollocks to it all!" I laughed and began to tickle Michael under his arms. Naturally this led to a play-fight in the bed, each trying to grab hold of the others balls. The first thing that happened was that the cover fell on the floor and we were rolling about all over the bed. We were so wrapped up in ourselves that we didn't hear the door open and Anwar walk in until we both spotted him putting some towels away in the cupboard.
"Sabbah el khir!" he grinned, bowing slightly at the waist.
"Morning!" we answered in unison. Fortunately Anwar was the only person in the world who knew about us and wasn't troubled at all by our relationship. There was little if any embarrassment on either side as we let go of each other and looked first at Anwar and then at each other.
Michael must have seen by the look on my face what was on my mind.
"Shall we?" he mouthed.
I nodded agreement, thankful in some ways that Anwar would at least take our minds off our other problems for a while.
"Zubra?" Michael asked him.
"Aiwa!" he replied breaking into a lovely broad grin and taking a glance out of the window to check if his mother was there and finding she was doing the washing closed the shutters and got undressed.
Watching him skip across the room to join us, I couldn't help but admire his thin, lithe body and already growing prick.
Laying between us, he kissed us both lightly on the cheeks and took hold of our cocks, one in each hand, instantly bringing them to full arousal.
We messed around for a few minutes, feeling each other all over and generally playing about. It wasn't very long before Anwar decided that we had had enough of these games and pushing me onto my side so my back was to him, indicated with some basic gestures what he intended to do. I nodded a willing agreement; he then faced Michael and asked if he would like to fuck him (One of the few words of more or less appropriate English which we had taught him!)
Michael, I knew wouldn't object, and even volunteered to go and bring the trusty old shampoo bottle.
This done Anwar swiftly smeared my bum with the shampoo and also spread a little bit on his cock. He then pressed it gently between my cheeks, immediately finding his target as if guided by radar! Thankfully, I noticed that the pain I got when this happened was getting less and less - either due to the fact that it was becoming rather a habit, or because his cock was that little bit smaller than Michael's. Whatever the reason, and I wasn't bothered what it was, I liked it.
Anwar slipped himself inside me and gently eased his cock in as far as it would go. Relaxing on top of me he lay there and held his bum cheeks open for Michael. Turning round as far as I could, I looked at Michael's rigid prick as it was being covered with the ubiquitous shampoo. (If only Michael's mother knew what it was used for!!) Michael found it somewhat more difficult to enter Anwar, partly because of the size of his prick, and partly because Anwar wasn't as use to it as we were rapidly becoming.
I noticed the grimace of pain which passed over Anwar's face, but it was quickly replaced with a smile which said that everything was OK. I could feel Michael begun to work himself in and out of Anwar, and I tried to get myself into rhythm with them. It was the first time we had tried a three-some this way, and it was difficult to get ourselves timed together, but once we had, it was magical!
It is next to impossible to describe how I for one felt for the next half hour or so, I have never ever felt so .... so .... at peace with the world and truly happy. All thoughts of what sort of person I was, or what was to happen to Michael, me and Anwar over the next few days or weeks vaporised as I became lost in a world of pure pleasure and delight. I seem to remember that we weren't even really bothered about climaxing - we were all so happy and content with each other that it was enough to enjoy the simple pleasure of each others company.
We were all laying on the bed, a little on the exhausted side after our pleasures when Anwar suddenly jumped up at the sound of his Mother's voice calling for him from outside. Hurriedly skipping across the room and dressing himself, he threw us a quick grin as he answered her and left the room.
Michael and I cuddled up together and lay in silence for a minute or two in a comfortable, peaceful reverie.
"Fancy going to the airport for the day?" Michael asked eventually, "It's not too far away and it might be fun."
Replying that I didn't mind where we went, our day was at least partly planned and it would at least be somewhere different to go.
Having decided what we would do for at least part of the day, and therefore having some sort of stimulation to get out of bed, we made the move to stir ourselves and fairly quickly showered and dressed. The airport is about four or five miles from where we live, and the local metro goes within a mile or so of it, which is how we got there.
Like every other air terminal I have ever been to, Cairo Airport is busy - very busy. In that respect it is no different to any other one in the world, the big difference with this one is that it is permanently surrounded by armed soldiers, who despite their unkempt and dirty dress, still carried loaded rifles! The implied threat they tried to display to would-be terrorists however was somewhat watered down by the fact that they walked around in pairs, rifles slung over opposite shoulders so that they could hold hands!
As soon as we went through the doors, the memory of my last visit to an airport came flooding back, and I reminded Michael of the event. Grinning broadly at me, he said that it might be an idea to see what sort of 'fun' we could find in the toilets here. With some difficulty we found them hidden away down a short corridor when appeared to lead nowhere except to a locked and barred emergency exit. Once inside the marble-floored room, the first thing that hit you, literally, was the smell. It was incredible - the stench of stale urine, mixed with others which I didn't want to think about made your eyes water. The Egyptians were very nice, friendly people on the whole and would much rather have you as a friend than an enemy, but their sense of hygiene left a great deal to be desired. The toilets were revolting, and I had just about decided to leave when Michael gave me a nudge and nodded towards the corner where the line of cubicles ended. Leaning nonchalantly against the wall was a boy who looked to be about our age, or perhaps a bit older. Unlike most boys he was dressed in what passed locally for 'European' dress - tattered and torn jeans, plastic sandals and luridly patterned cotton shirt. My first thoughts were that he was either one of the dozens of beggars knocking about the terminal or was waiting to use one of the toilets. As there were several unoccupied, he patently wasn't waiting to use one of them. Then another, more obvious and logical thought struck me. Perhaps ............My thoughts were half confirmed when he gave us both a pleasant half-smile and a little bow.
Without looking at Michael I went into the nearest empty booth and made a noisy fuss of bolting the door. Listening carefully I heard Michael go into the next but one down, leaving an empty one between us. Kneeling down I peered under the eight inch gap between the wall and the floor and checked that Michael was where I thought he was. As I was doing this, Michael, having dropped his trousers, looked back at me and winked. Just as I had hoped and wished for, I smiled inwardly as the cubicle door between us creaked open and the bright blue sandals and torn jeans come between us.
I felt surprisingly nervous when this happened: although I had wanted something of this sort to occur, my heart missed a beat or two when it did and I felt both nervous and a bit frightened. Hurriedly I got up off my knees and sat on the toilet, thinking of what to do next.
The separating wall was of no help as it was made of the ubiquitous cheap brown marble and was solid - no holes of any size to peep through and get some inkling about the occupant next door. It was also covered in graffiti, unreadable by me but the crude pictures made most of the messages quite clear in their intent.
I was still contemplating what I could do to push things along a bit as by now I'd calmed down somewhat and was in fact starting to feel more than a bit horny when I felt something brush my ankle. Shifting my gaze from the wall to the floor in something of a hurry, I found that I was looking at a slim, brown palm, the fingers attached to it waving about rather like a demented spiders legs. The implied request was obvious, at least to my over-active imagination. It never occurred to me that he might have been making anything like a simple request for some toilet paper, or even a clumsy attempt at begging. To me there was only one possible motive, and I acceded to it.
Kneeling down once more, I spread my legs apart as far as I could and placed my by now throbbing cock into the waiting hand. Instantly it responded and began to massage my cock, gently but very firmly. I was also aware that his other hand had joined its twin and was giving my balls a thorough going over.
The feeling was absolutely ecstatic and I closed my eyes with the pleasure and rested my forehead against the marble, completely absorbed in the attention my groin was receiving.
Before long I uncomfortably aware that my legs were spread so far apart that my hip joints were getting more than a bit painful. Reluctantly I pulled my cock away from his grip for a second or two whilst I tried to make myself more comfortable. Laying down on the floor, I found that I could get most of my cock under the wall if I curled my legs around the toilet bowl and put my head against the door. Just as soon as I had made myself more comfortable and adjusted my position to give my invisible partner the best I could, I was rewarded by the warm, moist feel of his mouth on my prick. Involuntarily my hips thrust themselves forward with the surprise and I managed to get just another centimetre or two down his throat. Then he set to with a passion. Michael and I had sucked each other often enough to know what it was all about and even considered ourselves quite expert at it - , but this guy was no novice, and he was good!
I took a sharp intake of breath as I felt his tongue working around the tip of my cock and somehow insinuating itself between foreskin and head, I almost passed out with the sensation! For what seemed a timeless age he licked, sucked and even gently nibbled at my by now iron-hard boner, I even felt myself almost coming once or twice but me seemed to sense this and changed his technique for a moment or two until I calmed down a little. Eventually of course, I was so wound up and excited that there was nothing else in the whole world I wanted to do except shoot all the spunk I could manage into that invisible cavern. And I did it. With such force that I actually hit the wall with my hips so violently that I was certain that I had bruised them. My partner (Wonder what his name is?) didn't miss a stroke, he not only took all I gave him and swallowed it, but continued to drain me until I thought my balls would collapse into useless bags of skin. Thank God he stopped before this happened and I was in fact quite relieved when he returned my cock to me and I lay back on the floor, not only physically drained, but also aching painfully in my crutch. With some difficulty I managed to struggle to my feet, retrieve my clothes from the floor and dress. Deciding that the best thing I could do at this point was to leave, I opened the door and walked across to the wash-hand basins. This was easier said than done because as soon as I tried to walk, my knees trembled so much that it was only with immense concentration and will-power that I made it across the room. Gratefully I gripped the basin for support and turned the cold tap on. Splashing the lukewarm water on my face, I was dimly aware of doors opening behind me and Michael arriving by my side.
I couldn't even manage a smile, being in something approaching a state of shock still.
"You OK?" he asked, worriedly.
Nodding in reply I gave him a wan smile and wipe the water off my face.
"Come on, I need a drink," I stuttered out, "Tell you about it in a minute."
Without saying another word we made our way back across the concourse and into the cafeteria. Grabbing a couple of Coke's we sat in the corner, as far away from everybody else as we could. Once settled, I told Michael was had happened and how I felt. Michael, to give him his due, I thought later, didn't show any signs of jealousy or anything like that, he just listened. I was also wrapped up in my own experience so much that I quite forgot that he was only a metre or so away and must have known what was going on. Neither did I think to enquire as to what he had been doing whilst I was getting at the attention. But he told me anyway.
When the boy was playing with my cock with his hands, Michael had managed to get a hold of the boy's cock and balls and fiddle about with them.
"He had a magnificent prick," he went on, "Hung like a fucking donkey!" he whispered at me. "Anyway, once he'd started to suck you, I took hold of his cock in one hand and pushed the fingers of my other hand up his bum. He seemed to really like that and almost broke my fingers when he sat back on them trying to get them deeper in."
Thankfully, Michael didn't seem at all put out by any of this and we laughed and giggled at each other as we embellished and embroidered on our story, each trying to outdo the other with our imaginations.
Eventually we decided that we ought to make our way home as it was getting quite late and at least one of his parents must be home by now, and we would be missed if we were out much longer.
The house was empty when we arrived and gratefully we decided to have a quick shower together before anyone appeared. Throwing our clothes on the floor of the bedroom, we grabbed a couple of towels and hit the shower. Standing in front of him watching the warm soapy water run over him, I impulsively pulled him to me and kissed him hard on the lips.
"Love you!" I murmured, without thinking of what I was saying.
Pulling back from me, Michael gave me a very odd look, just as I realised what I had said, and instantly regretted it.
"Shit!" I thought, "Now I've fucking ruined it again."
"Me too," he replied, much to my astonishment, and he kissed me again, this time much more tenderly than I had him.
Not having a clue where to go from here, we simply hugged each other for a moment, taking comfort in the mere physical contact between us.
Returning to the bedroom without the need for anymore words, we quickly completed drying ourselves and gathered together some clean clothes. It was still very hot and before dressing Michael decided to lay on the bed for a bit and cool off.
"Come 'ere, Tony I wanna talk for a bit," Michael commanded, grinning broadly.
Doing as I was asked, I climbed on the bed and lay on my side facing him. Automatically we took a hold of each others prick and just held them without doing anything.
"That's better!" he said, "Now, tell me again what you just said."
Feeling acutely embarrassed at this request, I stumbled over my words and blushed. "Sorry! I didn't ......... didn't.....", my voice tailed away to silence.
"Then I'll say it first if you can't. I love you and never want you to leave."
Grabbing him by the shoulders, I dragged him into my arms and whispered in his ear, "Neither do I. I love you too."
Once again we kissed and embraced each other, and melded together as if we were one united body. Having got one more stage, and certainly the most important one in our friendship over we were perfectly at peace with the world.
This bliss was suddenly and rudely broken when the bedroom door opened, and through it walked Michael's father. Taking the scene it at a single glance, he uttered one word - "Christ!" - and walked out, leaving the door open.
Too shocked and surprised to speak, Michael and I looked at each other, fear and fright showing on both our faces.
"Bollocks! Bloody fucking hell!" I said with feeling.
"Fuck it! Now what?" was the reply.
In silence and taking great care not to look at each other we got dressed. It took at least another half an hour to summon up the courage to go downstairs.
Michael's dad was sat staring at the TV, which wasn't turned on. Sitting together on the sofa, we waited for him to say something.
"How long's it being going on? How long have you been ...... been ........ messing about?," he eventually said flatly without a trace of emotion.
"Almost since the day Tony arrived," Michael said, staring at the floor.
Another pained silence.
"How often ..........No, don't answer that. I don't want to know. I can't say that I am really surprised - it's part of growing up I suppose and I ought to have expected it. It's just the shock of what I saw upstairs just now I can't get over."
Silence. Neither Michael not I had a clue what to say, and probably couldn't speak even if we did.
"It might have been your Mother walking in there - or my wife," he added, looking hard at the pair of us.
He took a deep breath, and continued, " I don't suppose that you would care about what I think about the pair of you, I would only tell you be careful, very careful, that no one else gets to know about this. At least until I've had time to think."
"OK!" we replied quietly in unison.
"Dad?" I was startled to hear Michael say after a brief pause.
"Yes?" he said, a bit less fearsomely than before I thought.
"I think that, ........ well Tony and I think, ........ well, perhaps it's a bit more that just 'messing about."
"I see," was the thoughtful answer, it now being his turn to stare at the pattern on the floor.
"Well. I suppose we'd better talk about it before your Mother comes in," he finished.
Michael, much to my astonishment as well as his, managed to gave his dad a fairly detailed account of how we had become more than just good friends. Thankfully, he left out the more hairy bits about our other 'adventures'.
His dad, now visibly over his shock, sat back in his chair and listened patiently, letting Michael ramble on.
"What do you have to say, Tony?" I was asked when he'd finished.
"I think the same as Michael. It wasn't planned or anything like that, it sort of happened." I added lamely.
Another strained silence, broken when his dad managed to smile weakly at us both and said " Oh well, I don't suppose it's the end of the world." "We'd better have a talk with your father though when he gets back, hadn't we?" he added, much to my horror.
"I'd better get tea started or your mother will kill us all," he said as he stood up.
Instead of making straight for the door as I expected he came and stood behind us. Putting an arm on each of our shoulders, he pushed us together and said "If only you could see your faces! They're a picture! Come on, cheer up a bit. I don't suppose you've done anything that a million boys have done before you, or a million will do after you. It was the sudden realisation that my baby has grown up that got me going, that and the somewhat compromising situation I walked in on."
Playfully he hit Michael on the jaw with his fist and made to leave the room, but turned and said, "Oh, by the way Tony, Your dad's flying in tomorrow. We'll go and meet him if you like".