Army Exemption Certificate

It was my first trip to Egypt and I had met up with a muscular 19 year old in Tahrir Square who kindly offered me accomodation on the floor of his house in a run down lawless suburb of Cairo some five miles from the Pyramids. Nur al Deen or Nurdeen as everyone called him was an outgoing boy whose body would have been the envy of any amateur boxer. How he managed to keep himself in trim when he never visited a gymn I don't know. But for him his bulging muscles were something of an annoyance as he was due for army call up at any moment. Bribing the doctor might normally be feasible but would any doctor agree to issue an army exemption certificate to someone obviously so fit.

He explained this dilemma to me as he scooped with his hand from a wide assortment of foods cooked by his wife ( he had married just two months previously ) who politely watched and waited along with the rest of the family before eating herself. I alone as the guest was allowed to eat alongside him. I must say that as grateful as I was for his hospitality that I could have little sympathy with his problem. Couldn't he just eat the same quantity of food as everyone else ? Still, I did agree that it would be a pity to see all those muscles waste away. He was such a handsome hulk.

At night we slept together on the same matrass. He explained to me that it wasn't acceptable for a guest to sleep on his own as he might have bad dreams. Whether he gave this same explanation to his wife I don't know but with each passing day she got progressively more bad tempered.

Then one day he introduced me to Rashid, a man who he said was a cousin, a lot older and uglier than him, who was an army doctor and who he claimed he was trying to persuade to issue the necessary document. Rashid was on leave for five days and wanted to enjoy himself in Cairo as he had been stationed out in the Western Desert.

So we travelled a short distance by car to a restaurant by a canal where the waitresses made most of their income from soliciting customers upstairs to some private rooms. However, all didn't go to plan as the acohol flowed quickly in anticipation of the enjoyment to come.

When a waitress brought the bill neither Rashid nor Nurdeen had enough to pay. To what extent this was a mistake and to what extent a deliberate entrapment I don't know but I agreed to pay. But when they asked for money to go with the women I refused.

I was obviously pleasantly intoxicated because I remember confessing that I had myself worked as a rent boy in London and that I wasn't going to allow others to make money from me especialy if I wasn't getting any satisfaction in return. They seemed intrigued that I should have had such an occupation and Nurdeen asked me if I let men fuck me to which I replied that I did and that on some ocassions I had even been fucked by two guys at a time.

Suddenly I found myself hussled back into the lada and while Nurdeen drove eratically at speed alongside the canal, Rashid who was sitting next to me in the back forced my hand down his trousers. I was excited more by the situation than the man as he was corpulent with a moustache and in his thirties. But I knew that Nurdeen would soon be involved as he kept glancing at the rear view mirror. As for Rashid, he was soon forcing my head down and my neck muscles strained under the pressure of his thrusts.

Not long later the car came to an uncomfortable and sudden halt among some rocks on the side of a road somehwere in the desert. The manouver had jolted Rashid and I apart and in the brief moment I was able to look up and notice the wonderful array of stars - not that it was a particularly romantic vision - just a strange momentary distraction.

Then Rashid forced my head down again and the car door opened and I could feel Nurdeen's hands ripping at my trousers. I tried to undo them with one hand but with a sudden tug the power of his arms removed them first and he flung them to the ground and pulled my legs out of the car.

Then I felt his cock push into my arse and having exaggerated somewhat my stories of prostitution in London the pain of his thrusts came as an unpleasant surprise but everytime I shouted out he just thrust harder.

After a few minutes I could hear Rashid start to groan and seconds later I could taste his semen in my mouth. Immediately he pushed my head violently to the side and virtually threw himself out of the car and grabbing a bear can I watched him use the contents to clean himself as Nurdeen continued to fuck me.

Then I heard Rashid warn that a car was coming. Nurdeen began to thrust more quickly and the light of the approaching vehicle began to get ever nearer and just as it had begun to light up the car I felt Nurdeen's hot semen enter deep inside my arse. Two seconds later he had miraculously managed to extracate himself and pull up his trousers while I threw myself onto the floor of the backseat.

I suppose the experience was a little risky and it didn't help Nurdeen get his army exemption certificate. Apparently Rashid complained that he had been promised a beautiful prostitute and that the ugly English tourist had been "no good." I suppose you can't please everyone.