Egyptian Escapade

Sue and Mr. Butterfly were on the second leg of their Lufthansa Dulles to Frankfurt to Cairo flight. It was the longer, 14 hour leg. Sue glanced over to Mr. Butterfly and said, “So what do you think of the progress on the anti-hiv goop drug we found in the Amazon?”

Dr. Gutekunde has already identified the structure and his synthetic chemists have synthesized small quantities. I think that is fantastic progress for two weeks! Don’t you?”

“I suppose. They are beginning scale up today. I hope they have luck with that and don’t run into any problems with that one difficult synthetic step they were talking about.”

“Yeah. I hear ya. Then we need to do some FDA required safety tests and we could be in people in six months. That is so exciting! Isn’t it?”

“It really is!” Then she just beamed at Mr. Butterfly. “I love my job!”

“I do too!”

They high-fived, and it was really loud and woke some nearby passengers who looked around trying to see what happened.

“You must be excited about our current assignment.” said Sue.

“Yes, I am. I get to go look for a new water strider species in the Nile delta. Ever since those new species were found in Thailand in May I have been excited again to be an entomologist. I can’t wait to put my waders on and get into the water and collect water striders to see if any of these new species exist in other countries as well.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get bit.”

“Oh, the bites aren’t that bad, no worse than a bee sting. Besides, sour grapes doctor? That’s not like you.”

“I am just reminding you that I will be working to foot the residence bill for your little find the new species party.”

“Ah, yes. The deal the foundation made for us to stay at one of the 200 organic farms gratis during our stay in the region in exchange for your pro bono work for them. I remember.”

“And use their horses!”

“How could I forget!”

They were all smiles at the “using horses” remark. Both of them loved to ride. It was like a fantasy in and of itself to ride out into the desert and see the pyramids. These were the happy thoughts they shared as they returned to their private thoughts and the flight continued on to Cairo.

* * *

Many hours later, at 7:00 pm local time, the flight landed without consequence at Cairo International Airport. They deplaned and made their way through the airport, to baggage claim and then customs. After clearing customs, they got some local Egyptian cash and remarked again on how pretty foreign currency is compared to American dollars.

Next, they went to ground transportation to find their guide, Nuri, who was an employee of Middle East Farms & Foods, the company that was hosting their stay in Egypt. There was a handsome young man standing and holding a sign bearing both of their names. So they went up to him and introduced themselves.

Nuri was sort of shy, but took as many of Sue and Mr. Butterfly’s bags as he could handle and led them outside to his company van. He showed his guests into the van and then stowed their luggage into the back. They set off for the company’s main farm compound not far from Cairo’s center. After about an hour they arrived at a walled in compound. The van drove in and a servant closed the gates after them. The van drove up to the main building and stopped.

A gentleman in shirtsleeves and slacks walked up to the van from the large stone house smiling and opened the door for them. He was drop dead gorgeous and the most sparkling blue-green eyes and black hair. He helped them both disembark from the van and said, “Hello there. I am Ernst Cullen. I run Egypt operations for Middle East Farms & Foods. So nice to meet you.” He had a slight German accent but was perfectly understandable.

Sue stepped forward and said, “Hi, I am Dr. Sue Fairview from the foundation and I will be working with you here, but most folks call me Sue.”

He nodded and said, “Hello Sue!” Then he turned to the young explorer and said, “Then you must be Dr….”

“Oh please, call me Mr. Butterfly, everyone does.” he said with his usual easy going manner. Then he leaned forward to shake hands with Ernst while making deep eye contact.

“Well, it certainly is great to meet you two. It isn’t often that I enjoy the company of guests from the west, so I am going to enjoy your visit very much. I am going to let you get settled and relax a bit before I torture you with my presence any more. Nuri. Please show our guests to their rooms?” And with that, Nuri grabbed our things and began leading us down the hallway to our rooms.

We waved to Ernst as we walked away. Mr. Butterfly watched Nuri’s ass as we followed him down the hallway, and turned to me and quietly said one word with regard to Ernst, “Mine!”

I turned to him and replied, “Mine!”

Back and forth we went, like the seagulls in the movie Finding Nemo, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine… Not very mature, but hey, neither were we at that moment. I mean, we were fighting over a man. That sort of brings things down to a base level.

We were pleased with our rooms. Mine was large and airy and had a private bath. The bed wasn’t too bad for Egypt. I was expecting far worse. The bath was super and had lots of really pretty tiles plus a wonderful tiled square tub, sunken into the floor. Mr. Butterfly’s room was similar. There was no air conditioning and it was pretty hot and I felt dirty, sweaty and dusty from my trip. So I ran a quick bath to freshen up. The bath was heavenly.

After I had dried off and dressed, I joined our company for a very late dinner. Thankfully, Ernst was aware of the time and the dinner was light. There was salad, some chicken and dates.

The dinning room was large, but intimate all at the same time. The three of us sat close together at one end of a very large round table so that we could all reach everything easily. The best thing was the coffee afterwards. I don’t know how I would ever get to sleep after that.

Ernst was a captivating host. His eyes were magnetic. They grabbed you and held you strongly. I saw it happen to Mr. Butterfly too. We were both entranced by his beautiful eyes. It didn’t even matter that what he was saying happened to be very entertaining too. He could have been saying, “Blah, blah, blah.” It just wouldn’t have made any difference at all so long as those eyes were looking at you. He was actually telling us about how he came to be affiliated with MEFF and how he brought organic farming to Egypt. It was quite fascinating.

Finally, it was time for bed and we excused ourselves and headed down the hallway to our rooms. All the way there, if one was following us, they could hear soft sounds of mine, mine, mine, mine, mine…

Ernst photo credit: Brawny Stud

Egyptian Escapade, Part 2

I awoke early the next morning refreshed, dressed quickly and hurried down to breakfast because I couldn’t wait to ride horseback to the pyramids! Mr. Butterfly was already there making eyes at Ernst.

In my eyes, that was taking unfair advantage. They had both waited for me before serving morning tea (chamomile) from an exquisite blown glass tea set.

Ernst had soft boiled eggs and falafel prepared to fortify us for our ride. There was also fresh tamarind juice and clementines from the farm. There was a centerpiece of fresh fruit on the table as well.

Ernst talked about plans for our entire trip. “The Egyptian Entomological Society has hired a specialist in Gerridae, water striders, from Morocco since they have no one here in Egypt who specializes that family of insects to work with Mr. Butterfly. He should be here when we return from our ride. He will travel with Mr. Butterfly and help him collect these insects and try to find new species.”

“That sounds great! Actually, Lepidoptera are my specialty, so it will be a real plus to have someone who specializes in Gerridae. What is his name?”

“Dr. Castagno. He just happens to be in the area. As you might imagine, he travels quite a lot. You and he will travel to outer regions of the Nile Delta where water striders are numerous. I will also send you with a local guide boy who knows those regions intimately.”

“Well, I am well taken care of then. I don’t know how to thank you enough Ernst!” said Mr. Butterfly, as he batted his eyelashes.

“That is where Sue comes in.” Then Ernst turned to me and smiled broadly. “She will be getting the grand tour tomorrow and then I will be putting her to very hard laborious work!”

I blushed uncontrollably at suddenly being the focus of attention and then was embarrassed that I did. “Well I hope it is not slave labor!”

“Close to it, but not quite.” Then Ernst joked. “But today is all about sightseeing and fun. So let’s get to it!”

Nuri packed a cooler with a picnic lunch as they prepared to go. The horses (fine Arabians all) were waiting outside already saddled and ready to take us on their journey. Ernst insisted on helping me take my mount, though I didn’t really need any help, I graciously accepted his assistance of a leg up. After all, all is fair in love and war I thought as I gave a wink to Mr. Butterfly. I looked down thankfully into Ernst’s sparkling eyes and smiled genuinely. He smiled back. Everyone else took their mounts and off they rode down the tree lined path, to a bridge over the Nile and the on a trail towards the desert.

Once we hit the desert we were able to canter across the sand. It felt so good to be on horse back again. It had been far too long for me. My Arab mare was swift and responsive. I think I was falling in love with her. In no time I could see the Great Pyramid of Khufu looming in the distance and later the Pyramid of Khafre joined it. There were many other horseback riders out and about in the desert, as this has become a popular way to see the pyramids.

Finally, we were also able to see the third Pyramid, Menkaure. But, they were still quite far off. We were hoping that since we left really early in the morning, we would be able to get tickets to get in.

We loped across the sands hurrying to get there. At last we arrived. We gave our beautiful Arab mounts to Nuri’s care and ran up to the ticket taker for Khufu. He still had tickets! Ernst had been in many times before, but offered to give us a guided tour. Ever the gracious host, he also bought our tickets. We saw many very interesting things, including coffins of pharaohs, and took just as many photos.

It was pretty cramped in the pyramid, and once, as Ernst was passing by me and put his hands on my shoulders and brushed my ass with his crotch. He did say excuse me, but I wondered if he could have passed by without touching me all the same. It seemed a bit on purpose to me. Not that I minded.

We finished seeing Khufu and went back outside. We walked over the Sphinx and climbed a few other pyramids before lunch.

Lunch was lamb kabobs on pita with hummus and fresh tomatoes. We also had a thermos of fresh tea. We looked back towards Cairo and it didnt’ seem all that far off. Then we got back on our horses so that we could be back at the house for afternoon siesta.

By the time we returned to the house all of us were completely soaked with sweat and dusted by sand, including the horses. Nuri saw to the animals and Ernst, the young explorer, and I went into the house for baths and siestas.

Around dinner time, I got up, dressed in something cool, and went to the living area to see who else was there. On my way, I ran into Mr. Butterfly and together we proceeded down the hallway. On the sofa was Ernst in rapt discussion with an extremely handsome Middle Eastern looking stranger. Upon seeing us enter, both stood. Ernst quickly introduced the stranger as Dr. Roble Castagno, the entomologist who would be working with Mr. Butterfly. We introduced ourselves. I felt I had better fetch the young explorer’s jaw from the floor where it had dropped. But, he quickly recovered when talk turned to bugs.

Dr. Roble Castagno

“Ah, Dr. Castagno, it is so nice to make your acquaintance. I am sure you will be of tremendous help out in the field since you specialize in Gerridae. Actually I will feel superfluous.” said Mr. Butterfly.

“Why thank you Mr. Butterfly. But please, call me Roble. I am sure I am not needed at all, but I am always glad to be of assistance.”

“Ah, cute and humble too, I like that in a man.” Fortunately, Roble laughed at that comment of Mr. Butterfly’s. “I look forward to working with you Roble.” Then they moved closer and shook hands while maintaining eye contact. It was as if an electric current ran through the room for an instant. I don’t know about Ernst, but I felt like furniture, I was so left out of the picture.

Ernst broke the moment by saying, “Shall we see what is for dinner?”

Photo credit for Ernst and Roble: Brawny Stud

Egyptian Escapade, part 3

Dinner conversation was pleasant and engaging. Mr. Butterfly continued to flirt shamelessly with Roble, who seemed surprisingly receptive and professional all at the same time. Afterwards, there were drinks and music and finally it was time for bed. Mr. Butterfly walked me to my room and we said our good nights. I got into my nightie, got my mystery book and went under the covers to read.

A bit later, there was a soft knock on the door. I said, “Enter.” It was Mr. Butterfly.

“Oh god Sue! I am in love! I am in love with Roble! Did you see him? Is he not gorgeous? And he is an entomologist! He is perfect for me. And I get to be alone with him for a week!” Then he squealed in a girlish tone, that he would never, ever want his friends to hear, but it was okay for my ears only.

By that time he was on the side of my bed leaning towards me. “Yes, he is a real hottie! You are a very lucky man. And he also seems interested in you. That is even better. Luck is on your side my friend.”

“Oh I know. I can’t wait until tomorrow! How can I sleep? I am too excited to sleep! Tomorrow I go on the trip of my dreams with the man of my dreams.” Then he released a deep breath of air.

“Well, you have to try to sleep. You don’t want to be nodding off while he is talking, do you?”

“No. Good point. I’ll go right back to my room and try. Thanks Sue!” Off he went. Good little soldier, off to bed.

* * *

Mr. Butterfly awoke the next morning after tossing and turning all night dreaming about chasing Roble in muddy Nile waters. Roble was always just out of his reach. Then with a big smile, he just slipped through his fingers and away. The young explorer’s bed clothes were a tangled mess when he awoke.

But he got up and dressed for adventure. He and Roble were up way before Sue and Ernst to begin their long drive to the outer areas of the Nile Delta. He hadn’t brought much in the way of collecting gear, since so little was allowed due to security on planes these days. No fluids, no tweezers, no small containers, it was really limiting. All he really had was a note book and pen. Roble was to bring everything else they needed.

Nuri was up and had a quick breakfast prepared for them. Roble showed up shortly. The two entomologists wolfed down their soft boiled eggs and falafel with plenty of hot tea. Then they headed outside to Roble’s shiny new truck. Roble just had to show off his gear to Mr. Butterfly. He had the proper equipment for collecting aquatic insects, waders, and mist nets, everything a boy could want to catch water bugs. Mr. Butterfly ohhed and ahhed as expected and Roble was visibly pleased. Then they hopped into the truck and drove off. Roble knew where he was going generally from being in the Nile Delta area, at least enough to get them to where they were meeting with the boy Odji.

They talked bugs on the way there. Pretty boring stuff if you ask me, but there it is. Of course, they were entranced with the conversation and each other. They drove to a small village with little mud brick houses and Roble pulled in front of one where a good looking boy sat. The boy stood as they stopped and got out of the truck. Roble stepped towards the boy and introduced himself and the young explorer, and the boy said that his name was Odji. Odji called out to the owner of the house and a man came forward from inside to show them in. They grabbed their things from the truck and went into the house.

It was a typical rural Egyptian house. There was a front room for guests, rooms inside for sleeping, and a kitchen and bath in the courtyard out back. Roble and Mr. Butterfly were to share a room and they dropped their stuff in that room. They thanked their host as profusely as was required and then they were on their way with Odji to the Nile to work.

Odji sat in behind them in the truck, where he gave Roble instructions on how to get to the best water strider catching spots. They weren’t all that far from the house. The two men got out of the truck and put their waders on. Roble grabbed the nets and Mr. Butterfly got the collection vials and jars and packed the pockets of his waders with them. He also took his pad of paper and pen and put those into the large inside pocket. Odji sat on the bank and watched. Roble waded into the Nile, looking around for bugs. Mr. Butterfly followed him cautiously.

“Okay, so what hazards do we need to look out for here in the Nile?” asked the young explorer.

“Oh, you mean like crocodiles?”

“What???” said Mr. Butterfly excitedly. “There could be crocodiles?”

“Why of course there could be. You just have to watch out for the telltale slides in the mud to make sure that a female isn’t nesting nearby and going to get angry with you for disturbing her eggs.”

Mr. Butterfly began to sweat and was looking around in all directions frantically. Roble took advantage of the young explorer’s near panic by sneaking up behind him, growling and grabbing him around the waist. Mr. Butterfly shrieked deafeningly and splashed as if a crocodile was really attacking him.

Roble and Odji roared with laughter. “Oh my god! You’ll wake the Pharaohs in their pyramids with that shriek!” Then there was more laughter. Mr. Butterfly had some serious pout on. But he realized that he had been had but good and joined the laughter.

“Seriously, crocodiles are no joke here in the Nile. None have been reported here in years, but we keep our eyes open. Odji is our lookout. If he sees one he will call to us. If we see one, we will run like hell. We might visit areas where there are some, but not today. Sorry I played a joke on you Mr. Butterfly. I apologize. I would never really put your life in jeopardy. Will you forgive me?” and then he batted those big brown eyes at the young explorer.

Mr. Butterfly’s heart melted. “Of course Roble. Let’s catch us some water striders!” So they went back to work and had a very productive and tiring day.

They returned to the house that night exhausted, famished and muddy. They stripped to their under things outside and went straight to the back of the house to shower in the court yard. The owner brought them their towels and clean clothes. The shower was only big enough for one at a time. Pity thought Mr. Butterfly who was always harboring lascivious thoughts. He was hoping to get a glimpse of Roble in his altogether. In no time Roble was finished and out and dressed and it was the young explorer’s turn. He thought about Roble while he was showering. Roble’s nipples were so well defined. His lower lip was so full; it just begged to be sucked on. His breath got deeper as he thought that and his manhood began to get aroused. He could picture those lips sucking on his… He could smell dinner cooking. It smelled wonderful. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He sure didn’t want to use up these good people’s water. So he rinsed off and dried off, dressed and got out of the shower.

Dinner was roast chicken with falafel, hummus, biram ruz (rice casserole) and strong coffee. The guests were polite and made pleasant conversation with their host as would be expected of guests. Mr. Butterfly was clueless, since he only spoke English. He just sat there and smiled and nodded. Every now and then, Roble would translate something that wasn’t really very funny, but the young explorer would laugh dutifully. Finally, it was time to retire and Roble and the young explorer made their way to their room. Odji was going to sleep in the truck bed. Mr. Butterfly was terribly excited to be sharing a room all night with Roble. All night, all alone with the gorgeous Roble. It was a dream come true.

They got to the room and closed the door. There were two low beds with mosquito netting. They faced away from each other and stripped down to their shorts. Then they each got into a bed. The room was dimly lit by a gas lamp.

“Busy day, eh?” said the young explorer trying to make conversation.

“Yes, quite. I’m all in.”

“Don’t be offended, but your surname sounds Spanish.”

“Yes, I think it is. Morocco is very close to Spain. I was raised Catholic also. That is why I wear this antique Crucifix and rosary that has been in my family for years.”

“Yeah? Um, I can’t see it that well from here.”

“Then come over here and take a closer look.” That was the invitation that Mr. Butterfly was waiting to hear.

So Mr. Butterfly got up out of his mosquito netting, walked the few feet to the other man’s netting, got inside and kneeled down on the floor to see the old silver pendant he was wearing. It glittered in the small light available. “It is beautiful. Just like the man wearing it.” Then he leaned forward to kiss Roble.

Suddenly, all hell broke loose. Chickens were squawking, women were screaming, stuff was being knocked over and the door burst open. Two huge men blocked the entry way holding guns. Without hesitation, they shot the Roble and the young explorer in the thighs with darts. Then they chuckled. “We thought we would find you two in way more of a compromising situation than that boys!”

Mr. Butterfly could feel the tranquilizer hotly rushing through his system, and he knew it was a matter of moments before he would lose consciousness. So with a mighty effort, he climbed up next to Roble on the bed and fell into his waiting arms and blacked out.

Photo credits:

• Roble – Brawny Stud
• Odji – So Slowly

Egyptian Escapade, part 4

I awoke the next morning to the bright Egyptian sunshine streaming into my windows and creating beautiful shadows through the lattice work covering them. I stretched to my full length and felt great. I sat up and put my toes on the soft pile of the Egyptian carpet at the foot of my bed. It was going to be a great day. I showered, dressed and went down the hall to meet Ernst for breakfast.

He looked very happy to see me as well. His eyes shone bright and so did his smile. We dined on the same soft boiled eggs and falafel as did Roble and Mr. Butterfly earlier that same morning. We also had hot tea. Today we were going to tour the farms. I couldn’t wait.

We went outside and got into his truck; he opened my door for me, and we drove off towards the fields. Everything seemed to be in bloom. The artichokes were explosions in purple. I had never seen those in bloom before and I had to get out of the truck and take a closer look. Seeing an entire field of them was quite impressive. Ernst was proud to have shown me something I had never seen before.

I also got to see whole fields of Echinacea and chamomile in bloom. They were also growing hibiscus and peanuts.

Native workers were out tending the fields and we also saw some large combines used for composting driving across the fields.

We then pulled into a modern building used as an office. Ernst and I got out of the truck and went into the building. While there, Ernst gave me an overview of the operation from seed into ground, to the plant in bloom, to the field harvest, to the dollar coming back in. It was fascinating. I asked some intelligent questions that resulted in small changes in the flow of the operations and earned remarks from Ernst like, “You’ve already earned your stay with that one comment.” So I was feeling pretty good about my contribution. When we were done, it was late afternoon and almost time for dinner. I felt woozy with hunger all of the sudden, having eaten nothing since breakfast and only having drunk some tea and munched on some almonds and dates.

Ernst and I drove quickly back to the house for dinner. Though I was starving, Ernst insisted that I bathe before dinner. So I went to my room and had a nice bath. I luxuriated in it. I got all soapy, and then I put some fancy almond milk oil on my skin that I found in the bathroom. It felt wonderful. I put on a beautiful coral toned sleeveless silk shift that I thought Ernst would appreciate, with cameo earrings I bought on my last trip to Naples and Spanish leather slides with small heels. I was ready. I headed for the dinning room.

Ernst was dressed in a collared dress shirt with long sleeves and slacks, leather loafers and no socks. God, he looked sexy. If he was for dinner, I was going to eat my fill!

“You look absolutely gorgeous Sue! I love that dress. Is it silk?”

“Of course. You’re no slouch either there! So, are you the dinner entrée or will there be actual food?”

The ubiquitous Nuri

He laughed politely and signaled to Nuri. In came the trays of food. It was a veritable feast of Egyptian specialties. I tried not to eat too much, but it was difficult. Everything was so delicious! I complimented the chef, who turned out to be Nuri. I wondered just how many other talents did the ubiquitous Nuri had? After dinner we retired to the living room with our wine.

Ernst put Begin the Beguine by Cole Porter on and asked me to dance with him. How could I refuse? When I stood and walked to where he was standing, he held me closer than he was supposed to though. But I was glad. We held each other tightly, like we were in high school, our arms wrapped around each other. But he could dance; his foot work was correct. His hands traveled up and down my back and mine traveled over his. His head drew back and I knew he wanted to kiss me. So I drew my head back too and tilted it to the right. He tilted to the opposite direction and our lips met. His were soft, so soft. I could feel him exhale through his nose onto my face and I loved it. He opened his mouth a little and I opened mine, he gently put his tongue into my mouth and I allowed it in. I felt a bit dizzy as blood went south suddenly and I felt a swoon coming on. I let myself go a little limp in his arms to let him know that he was affecting me in this way. He held me tighter and I knew that he understood as I sucked on his tongue just a little bit. Suddenly, he just lifted me up, like I weighed nothing and carried me off towards my room.

When we got there he laid me on the bed gently and asked me if I was okay with his being there. I said that I was. He took off his shoes and he slipped off mine and he joined me on the bed. We resumed kissing right away. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and I reciprocated. He stroked the length of my leg from my foot up to my thigh, lifting the hem of my dress to my thong panties and placed his hips on top of mine. I could feel the hardness of his erection pressing on my pubis. That needed to be released from its clothing right away. So I put my hand down to undo his belt and slacks. He lifted up a bit and did not stop me. I got the belt undone, and unzipped his slacks. Meanwhile, he unbuttoned his shirt. Then he rolled off of me so I could see what I was doing. God, he was a beautiful man. What a body! I just had to lick him all over. I began at his neck and licked my way down to his sternum, then to his nipple and pectoral. He was writhing with pleasure already and got his arms out of his shirt. I grabbed the waist of his slacks and pulled them down over his hips, exposing his silk boxers, as I continued licking my way down his pleasure trail. At the top of his boxers, I paused and licked a line across the top. He suppressed a scream of agony that I had paused there. He impatiently pulled them down exposing his thick uncut hardon in a bushy nest of hair, which bounced around a bit. It was too tempting to ignore, so I kissed the head and swallowed as much as I could. He kind of moaned a bit as if that was what he was waiting for. I bobbed my head up and down as sloppily as possible, drooling all over him. With my left hand, I played with his nuts and with my right hand I stroked his shaft smearing my drool all over. He began flexing his legs and curling his toes, plus he rolled his head back, so I was pretty sure I was doing a good job.

But I was still fully dressed. After a short while he came back to himself and said, “Oh, Sue. I feel so selfish. Let me help you undress.”

Then he stood, lost what was left of his pants and shorts, helped me pull the dress off (there were no fastenings on it) and remove my scanty under things. He admired my naked body with his eyes, smiled and we hugged. I handed him a condom and he looked a bit embarrassed that I had one. But, he put it on. He sat on the edge of the bed and bade me come and sit on his lap facing him. I did so and that is how he penetrated me. He gently lowered me down on his erection and it felt so good to feel him enter me. I just wanted to scream with the satisfaction of it; I had wanted him inside me so badly from the first time I set eyes upon him. Then he stood and leaned me up against a pillar. I helped him by holding onto his meaty shoulders and wrapping my legs around his waist and posting on him as if he was a fine Arabian stallion while he made love to me up against the pillar. The great thing about it was that gravity was working for us, so every time he pushed up, gravity helped with the force to make me come. I was able to help him until I began to lose control with my excitement. Then he took over, holding me in place and pumping up into me. In no time I came; big time, loudly and with abandon. My spasms were so hard he had to fight to stay inside me. Then he came with a groan of pleasure. When we were done, he carried me back to the bed while he was still inside me. We laid side-by-side and gazed into each others’ eyes. He leaned forward and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. He said, “I think I could get used to having you in my bed Sue.” Then he smiled and I smiled back, not quite knowing what to say.

We slept through the night peacefully in each others’ arms. By the time we awoke it was past 8 AM and the sun was up. We had slept in after our long day yesterday. I turned and Ernst was also awake and beautiful in the morning sun. We moved closer to kiss, when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

“Who is it?”, called Ernst.

“It is I, Nuri.”, replied Nuri. “Sir there is an emergency. May I enter?”

“Yes.”

The door opened and Nuri came in.

“Sir. Dr. Castagno and Mr. Butterfly were abducted last night from the house where they were staying.”

“Last night! And we are only hearing of it now!”

“Sir, the owner and his wife were beaten, gagged and tied up and only found by the neighbors this morning.”

“And Odji?”

“Gone. We must assume he was in on it.”

Ernst was sitting up in bed now. “That boy! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him with his name meaning evil!”

I said, “Are we going to call the police?”

“No. Not for this. Trust me. They are not who we want. Nuri, get me Basim on the phone.”

“Yes sir, right away.” With that Nuri rushed away.

“Basim, who is Basim?”

“He is my head of security.”

Egyptian Escapade, part 5

The young explorer was regaining his consciousness slowly and painfully. What a headache he had. Why did his thigh hurt? Why was he naked? Where was he? The world came slowly back into focus. He was in a large curtained room. The curtains were silk in gold and orange hues; very pretty. They fluttered in the breeze. He was lying on some comfy embroidered silk cushions with tassels. He rolled over and there was Roble next to him also naked. Roble was also just beginning to come around. They looked at each other and both had no idea where they were. Then they remembered what had happened. They were at the mud brick house together under mosquito netting; they were attacked, shot with darts and that was why their thighs hurt. But where were they now? Tentatively they reached out to each other and touched finger tips.

Two more naked men came into the room. In monotone unison they said, “Welcome to the harem of Akbar at Bubastis! You will serve the Master’s pleasure without question or suffer painful consequences.”

The young explorer looked at Roble and said, “Oh shit, that can’t be good!”

Roble answered, “No kidding.”

But the two men didn’t respond at all to their quips. It was like they were on drugs. They were on drugs! Their eyes were hollow, empty and their souls were sucked dry. Then the two men left, zombie like, with out reaction.

“At least we know where we are, Bubastis, the city of the Egyptian goddess Bastet. That is not far from Cairo.”, said Roble.

The Egyptian Goddess Bastet

“Uh huh. A harem, for men? That’s weird.”

“For a gay man, you can be so narrow minded, Mr. Butterfly!”

“What will we do to get out of here?”

“Let’s look around and for a way to escape.”

So, they both got up and looked around for a means of escape. They were on the third floor and a jump from a window balcony would be perilous at best. The door was locked. There was no way out of the room. But there was a large bathroom, so they took advantage of that to clean up. Soapy warm water sure felt good on their bodies. There was no clothing to be found anywhere. It was barely the crack of dawn and nobody was up anywhere, so they figured that they had some time to wait. They sure didn’t feel like sleeping since they were captives and their very lives could be in peril. But they were all alone, just the two of them, what were they to do?

Akbar’s fortress at Bubastis

“I’m a bit frightened Roble.”

“Me too.”

“Will you hold me?”

So they held each other tight and there was no more talking. Mr. Butterfly noticed the dart wound on Roble’s thigh and bent down to kiss it and make it better. But the lingering kiss brought Roble’s penis to a state of arousal. They smiled at each other and began kissing each other all over as if it were a game. Soon, they both had erections and the kisses got more serious. Roble began licking his way down the young explorer’s body, just like in Mr. Butterfly’s shower fantasy the morning before. His thick lips were on the young explorer’s nipple, then traveled lower down his body to his belly button, where he playfully stuck his tongue in and swirled it around. Then finally he reached Mr. Butterfly’s cock and tenderly swirled his tongue around the head of it and down the shaft towards his testicles. Mr. Butterfly lay back and spread his legs to give Roble full access to his genitalia. After sucking gently and taking his time on each testicle, Roble continued south to put his tongue into the young explorer’s asshole, while the young explorer spread his cheeks with his hands. Both of the men fully forgot their circumstances and were in the moment.

“Oh god, Roble, I want you to fuck me so badly!”

“Do you now?”, said Roble jokingly.

“Yes!”

Conveniently, there was a fancy gold dish on the low table filled with condoms and Roble opened one put it on. He pulled Mr. Butterfly closer by the thighs, which the prone man held stiffly in position in the air. Roble loomed over him and then bore down with his hips as they began to make love. It was instant ecstasy for both men as they continued fucking. It took them away from their fear and to another place where they were safe, warm, in love and incredibly turned on. Mr. Butterfly had that full ass satisfied feeling of being on the brink of cumming, so close, yet so far. Roble’s cock was hitting him in just the right sweet spot. He felt he could explode at any moment into bliss. His eyes rolled up into his head. Roble was not big enough to cause him any pain once the penetration was over, really. It was all just pleasure. Pure pleasure. He was so close, so close.

“Roble, don’t stop!”, he said as he looked up the beautiful man wearing the crucifix making love to him.

Roble had no intention of stopping. This was the hottest fuck he had had in so long. This guy’s ass was perfect in so many ways. Just right. The perfect tightness for squeezing his cock. Oh god, it felt so good. He watched the young explorer enjoy the fucking he was giving him. He was giving him that pleasure. That blissful look was all because of him. He was so proud.

“Uh, oh, uh, oh. No! I’m close. I’m sorry! I can’t hold back any longer! Augggghhhhh!!!” Then Roble came hard up inside the condom in young explorer’s ass while the young explorer jerked furiously at his cock to cum also. It didn’t take long for him to get from that blissful state over the edge and explode into ropes of cum that landed in stripes everywhere.

Roble collapsed on top of Mr. Butterfly to be physically close to him immediately. He lay there in Mr. Butterfly’s cum, looking into his eyes. Suddenly, the door opened and a group of brawny, serious naked men stormed in. The leader said, “I see they have been amusing themselves while waiting for the Master. How sweet. Take them! Clean them up. Bring them before the Master at once!”

A brawny slave grabbed each of our heroes and jerked them towards the bathroom by one arm to quickly shower then with cold water and dry them off. With that being done, they were taken roughly out of the room and down the hallway to see Akbar, Master of the Harem of Bubastis.

The young explorer looked helplessly at Roble and thought, what are we going to do now? Roble was thinking the exact same thing.

Photo credit for Roble and males: Brawny Stud