— Originally published in Mandate magazine - May, 1996 —

Fuck like an Egyptian
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The sun's golden orb beamed down on the bronzed backs of the workers on the temple for King Ramses II at Abu Simbel. My father is the architect in charge of construction. I had worked with my father on the King's temple since I was old enough to carry tools for him and his assistants. My name is Imhotat-son of May, and I had just passed my nineteenth year when my eyes were opened to a secret aspect of daily life here in Egypt.

When the sun had finished its journey across the azure sky, the day's work ended and I ate my evening meal with my family in our tent. After dinner, as was my custom, I went out for an evening stroll. My walk took me to a group of small tents occupied by the workers. I was drawn by some sweet music that floated on the evening air to a tent at the edge of the encampment.

The dirty cloth walls of the tent glowed from within with the rich, golden light of an oil lamp. The flap of the tent was open and inside sat a young man merrily playing his flute. He stopped when he noticed my presence, and his deep brown eyes sparkled me a welcome. "Come into my humble abode, if you wish, good sir."

I entered the tent and sat on the rug floor, facing him. His skin was dark from his daily toil, and his only clothing was a simple loincloth. His hair was black as pitch and the lashes above his warm brown eyes were long and lush. His labor on the temple had toned his body with sinuous muscles that rippled as he moved.

"That was a pleasant tune you were playing," I said. "Does it have a name?"

"It's something I made up for my own amusement," he explained. "I think it has the power to charm snakes."

"Well, surely there are no snakes in here to be charmed; but do play some more," I requested.

"You would be surprised, young sir, how snakes can hide where you least expect them." His deep brown eyes sparkled with mischief. He smiled at me, then took up his flute. The haunting melody once again filled the tent and my mind with its hypnotic sound.

He sat cross-legged and when his legs moved with the rhythm of his tune, the thin loincloth that covered his genitals lifted at the edge to reveal the dark, black hair that adorned his crotch. Unashamedly, I gazed at him and he spread his legs still further until one of his testicles, housed in his silky brown ball-purse, slipped into view. His ball hung there like a heavy stone in a sling of delicate flesh.

His music and his display truly charmed the snake that dwelled beneath my clothing; I felt my penis swelling against the loincloth I wore under my white cotton skirt.

He stopped his playing, and gently placed his big rough hand on my calf, just above the straps of my sandals. "What's your name?" he asked.

I placed my soft and lighter-fleshed hand on his, and said, "Imhotat. What is yours?"

"My name is Kef. Did my music charm a hidden snake out of his lair?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

"There is a snake trying to peek out at you as we speak," I said, and I took his hand and placed it on the shaft of my cloth-covered, hard cock

Kef's strong hand squeezed my straining erection through my clothing. With a quick flick of his free hand, he undid the flimsy loincloth covering himself. Out of the confinement of his loincloth leapt his dark, erect, throbbing cock His large balls sagged between his spread legs. The heat of the evening caused his balls to hang so low in his scrotum as to almost reach to his ass.

I undid my skirt and untied the cloth that held my member down. Free from restraint, my engorged cock pulsed against my flat tummy to the beat of my excited young heart.

We sat facing one another, gazing in awe and wonder at the proud magnificence of our aroused states. We caressed and manipulated each other's genitals with adoration and longing. Saliva filled my mouth as though I hungered for a meal, but the food I truly craved was the hooded snake that pounded passionately between young Kef's dark and hairless thighs.

Kef pulled me toward him, his strong hand on the back of my neck. We kissed and tumbled together to the floor, our chests touching and nipples connecting the currents of our energies to one another. Kef's scent was like the dry dust of the desert mixed with the rich aroma of a working man. His warm, brown skin stretched taut across his broad shoulders, and his pectorals stood out firm and proud on the barrel of his chest. His nipples were black as ebony; I took one in my mouth and felt the swell of the blood beneath his flesh erecting his tit to taunt my teeth to nibble and bite and suck and chew.

Our raging cocks pushed and tangled, dancing with one another between our grinding hips. Pre-cum from our pouting penises slicked the silky skin that lies between pubic hair and navel. Our kisses were deep and passionate, tongues sliding and prodding to lick and suck at the taste of the other's mouth.

Kef's lips and tongue traced a wet trail down my tawny body. He paused at my groin and lifted my stiff cock away from my tummy with his hand while his tongue licked out my belly button. His taunting tongue then trailed its way around the base of my dick, and under my balls. Each ball was sucked into his expert mouth and rolled and licked while his hand gently stroked my hard-on. My glans blushed a dark scarlet as the skin retracted from my cockhead and a tear of sexual joy oozed out of my piss-slit. Kef's tongue was quick as a snake's to lap up each new tear of pre-cum from the eye of my weeping cock.

While Kef stroked and licked, he moved around and over me until his dangling balls and erect cock were directly above my face. At last, Kef took my impatient cock into his mouth; I pulled at the salty skin of his ball-bag with my lips. His aroma was exquisite. My cock delighted in Kef's hot, soft sucking, and his lips that squeezed around the ridge of my swollen glans. I arched my head back to open my throat to the thrust of his mighty sword. Like the sword-swallowers that entertained at banquets, we thrust and parried into and out of one another's throats.

The taste of Kef's penis was like some exotic, untried spice. My mind pictured scenes of exotic caravans in their journeys across the desert to bring rich spices to the cradle of civilization here in mighty Egypt. My mind often filled with unusual sensual images while my body engaged in giving and receiving pleasure.

We rolled on to our sides and pleased one other with the way we moved almost as one. When I performed a new love technique, I soon felt it mirrored on my own cock; and when Kef did something new to me, I was quick to adapt and do the same to him. As he thrust in my mouth, my cock slid the opposite direction in his. We sucked on like this for what seemed a delightful eternity, until a sensation of rippling passion like tiny feathers brushing against my sensitive glans became acute and erratic. Kef must have felt the same stirrings, judging from the way his balls pulled up close to his body. The heads of our cocks swelled to bursting point, and an instant after my first squirt of orgasm blasted into his throat, copious gobs of his Nubian cream filled my mouth so quickly I had to swallow before I choked.

We twitched and pushed and pulled, shivering and shaking as the force of our pleasure overtook us. Our breathing was shaky and hot on one another's groins. The full manly scent of Kef's sex washed through my mind, and for an instant it was as though we had changed places when we exchanged our seeds. When the full force of our orgasms subsided, we rested our heads on one another's open thighs, and talked.

Kef told me that while he played his flute he had wished that he could meet a boy to love and kiss. Perhaps there was a magic that issued from his instrument, that drew me to him that night to share his wish.

I told him of how I had watched the workers' daily toil, their bodies bronzed, and glistening with sweat in the hot midday sun, and how I had longed to be with just such a man as he.

Suddenly, there seemed nothing more to say, and the air was charged once again with the heavy mantle of passion. My cock began to stiffen, and my breathing changed to short sighs when I saw from the swell of Kef's hardening member that he, too, was feeling the change of mood. The magic of his spell was once again weaving its power around our longing flesh.

Kef knelt on all fours and crawled toward the jar of oil he kept for the lamp. I could see the swing of his pendulous balls between his dark legs as he moved away from me. He poured some oil into his hand, and reached back between his legs and massaged it into the crevice of his ass. The dark skin of Kef's butt glistened with the shimmer of the oil he applied. I knew what it was he longed to have me do, and I crawled on my knees toward his waiting hole, cock in hand.

I placed my bulbous, throbbing cock-head right against the opening that was offered to me. With a slow forward thrust I pushed the purple plum of my glans in and felt the dark ring of his ass open up to allow me passage deep into the valley of his being. Kef made a sweet cooing sound, not unlike a mating bird, when my cock slid fully deep within him. The warmth and the pressure of the tiny muscles of his asshole welcomed my probing penis. Slowly at first, I pushed in and drew back, in and back My cock expanded within his ass and I increased the pace of my midnight ride. Deeper and deeper I ventured as my pleasure mounted. Gazing down my flat tummy I could see the shaft of my thick and tawny cock as it lanced so deep within my friend that my pubic hair touched the mouth of his well-fed ass. My balls smacked up against his flesh; Kef moved and placed his chest on the floor, leaving his ass arched up to ease my journey.

Beneath me, I felt the rhythm of Kef's masturbating strokes almost synchronized with the steady pound of my pulsating pole that pushed and probed his darkest passage. We fucked and fucked like that, and then with Kef on his back, legs held apart, we fucked some more. Our bodies glistened with sweat in the flickering light of the tiny lamp.

My balls pulled up toward the base of my cock, my glans swelled and the first blast of my sperm scorched its way up my cock shaft and fired liquid silver arrows deep into the black tunnel of Kef's ass. My hips pushed against Kef's bum, my hands pulled at his hips and I buried my squirting, juicy piece as deep as it could go. Kef's pumping hand reached a feverish pace as he raced to join me at the edge. My still-oozing cock could feel the contractions in Kef's hole as his load swelled his deep purple glans, and the eye of his cock opened to fire his creamy seed all over the dark skin of his belly and chest.

I fell on top of him, the sweat and sperm cool and slippery beneath me. Our hearts raced in our chests as we tumbled earthward after our flight, holding onto one another for all our might.

Kef asked me how I had learned so many techniques of love at so young an age. I told him of the Assyrian man who had been my first lover when my family lived in Thebes. I asked the same of him; and he told me of a secret place deep within the cave that was to be the inner temple of Abu Simbel, where unmarried workers often congregated at the end of a hot day's work. If I so wished, he would take me there the following day. We arranged a place to meet where we would be unobserved by the overseers.

We lay together basking in the comfort of afterglow and our new friendship. The moon was high and it was time for me to be back at home. A parting kiss, and I left Kef's tent.

The silver disk of the moon lit my way. The night air was cool, but the heat of the day rose from the sand at my feet. My family was already asleep as I quietly undressed and lay upon my mat of woven reeds. My mind engaged itself sorting through the images and feelings of my evening with my newfound friend. I wondered what the next day would hold, and what would happen in the dark caves of Abu Simbel.

The night passed in what seemed a mere instant. The noise of camels, dogs and children awakened me to the first cool bright rays of the morning sun. My father had left for work, and my mother gave me breakfast of fruits and bread.

Back at work, I helped my father to measure and mark guidelines for the statues of King Ramses, for the stone carvers.

At the site, there was a constant array of near-naked men to delight my eyes. Several times my cock stirred beneath my clothes when a handsome man's eyes caught my eyes on him. There seemed to be a sparkle of recognition of the delight in male beauty that passed unsaid between us, and often the man would stretch or flex his body to enhance the display. I wondered if perhaps these workers would be in the cave.

At last, the sun began to glow orange as it went to rest below the edge of the world. I told my father I would take my evening meal with a friend, and I ran to the spot behind a rock where Kef awaited me.

He looked magnificent with his muscles all pumped up from heavy labor. He wore the simple loincloth that was the worker's attire. I suddenly felt by comparison as though I were wealthy; with sandals on my feet, and a cloth skirt to cover myself. I wore a bracelet of gold and lapis-lazuli that denoted my rank as the architect's helper.

Kef smiled, flashed his white teeth, and said, "I would kiss you now, but someone might see. Come with me."

Kef lead me around some stones to a fire pit, where he took a torch, lit it, and we walked to a small hole carved into the face of the wall of rock. We crouched and entered the inky blackness of a cave. The walls inside the mountain of stone opened up so we could stand. The light color of the rocky walls were marked with dark smudges from the smoke of many torches. The air was cool and close. We walked down a passage which led to a choice of three different directions to go. Kef chose the tunnel on the right, and down and down we went for what seemed a very long way, deep into the bowels of the earth.

At last, the golden flicker from the light of a torch could be discerned ahead. We walked into a vast chamber, and there before my eyes was a beautiful sight.

The honeyed torchlight flickered across the body of a magnificent, naked young man of twenty or so. He leaned his lithe and lengthy body against a wail of rock. His cock rested semi-hard, draped across his hairless balls. As we approached, he took his penis in his hand and slowly and sensuously peeled his foreskin back to show us the ruby jewel of his cockhead. Kef reached out and caressed his testicles, and the boy let go of his rising erection, and felt Kef s broad chest. I joined in, by placing my hand upon the youth's cock, feeling it swell and harden under my fingers. The soft skin of the young man's steely erection was textured with bulging arteries and veins that carried his passionate blood to and from his heart. I skinned the boy's foreskin back and forth, while his long fingers undid the clothing that covered me. My cock was already hard when it bounced out of my loincloth, and into his waiting hand. The youth's smooth fingers felt cool and sensual on the throbbing heat of my weapon.

Kef put the torch in a crack in the rocks, and took off his loincloth. Kef's mighty prick pounded harder and harder as it climbed up from his balls to point straight at the boy.

The young fellow had my bone in one hand and Kef's in the other. I had my hand on the youth's stiff shaft, and Kef busily caressed the youth's balls and beneath his balls to his bum. I leaned forward and kissed the young man's plump, soft lips, his tongue snaking into my mouth. I let go of his cock, and felt the curvature of the boy's muscular stomach and chest. I pinched his nipples until they stood beneath my fingers.

Kef knelt and took the boy's cock into his mouth. I took the youth by the shoulders and turned his body so it faced straight toward Kef and his slurping mouth. I moved behind the boy, kissed his neck and shoulders, and ran my tongue down the depression of his spine, until I was on my knees, my face level with his sweet young bum.

I felt the silky skin on the muscular globes of his ass and caressed the down that feathered the edge of his crack. I nibbled the back of his thigh and moved my face to kiss all over the mounds of his boyish butt. My nose and tongue grazed along his feathery crack. I opened his bum with my hands and ran my tongue down the split and tasted the tangy musk of his young butthole. He arched his back to feed my greedy mouth on his sweet little buns, then rocked forward to stuff his hard young cock deep into Kef's willing throat. His knees quivered from our attention at both ends, and he joined Kef and I to form a triangle of sucking on the cold stone floor. His cock was in Kef's mouth, his mouth on my rock-hard stick and my mouth sucked at Kef's huge dick. Linked together like a human chain, we frolicked lustily, writhing on the ground.

We changed positions and kissed or sucked almost every inch of one another's flesh. Kef got on his knees, doggy-style, and the young man was quick to spit in his hand and slick up Kef's ass. He rammed his stiff young cock deep into the waiting bum. I knelt in front of Kef and shoved my cock equally deep into his throat. The pressure from the young man behind pushed Kef forward so my cock slid down into his throat. Kef held my hips and we fucked and sucked and rocked and swayed, the sounds of our flesh smacking together echoed in the barren chamber.

From out of the shadowy darkness emerged two other naked men. They stood silent, masturbating and caressing one another while they watched our erotic display. One of the men was fair-skinned, perhaps a European. His skin was pale, his nipples pink and his chest thick with dark hair. His long, thin white cock was topped with a scarlet knob engorged with the rich redness of the pounding passion of his blood. The man at his side was of heavy build, dark, with stocky legs, and heavy arms the thickness of a normal man's thighs.

Our audience made me feel even more aroused. My cock lanced in and out of my friend Kef's mouth, and once I let it slip out to display it to the admiring men. The youth continued to fuck Kef's hungry hole with rhythmic strokes.

The pace of our passion was broken by the sound of footsteps, voices and laughter, approaching us from the tunnel. From the entrance to the vaulted chamber, two handsome young men, about my age, emerged. They looked delighted with the naked array of our aroused, firm bodies shimmering with sweat in the flickering torch light, and without saying a word they placed their torch in the wall, and stripped off their flimsy clothing.

Their cocks sprang out as soon as they were uncovered, and one of the men knelt in front of the European and took his cock in his mouth, slurping at it appreciatively.

The other young man approached the stocky man and hugged him from the rear, reaching around and masturbating the big man's hard, thick cock. The stocky man turned his head to kiss the young man, and then bent at the waist, and opened his buttocks for the young man's pleasure. The young man spat into the opened crack and moistened the stocky man's asshole to ease his entry, which was quick and deep. The stocky man moaned lightly in pain, but soon changed his tune to one of low, grunting pleasure as his ass was penetrated and pummeled by the young man's long, horny cock.

Seeing all this flesh, and so many aroused naked men together, excited me incredibly. It also seemed to excite the youth that was fucking Kef beyond the point of no return, for he lost his rhythm and began to twitch and thrust erratically. Just before his cock erupted, the youth pulled his steaming, glistening-red member from Kef's ass, and pressed forward, so it stood squeezed by Kef's butt cheeks, firing and squirting his heavy load into the air. Wads and drops flew all over Kef's dark, muscular back, like white liquid jewels scattered on an ebony board.

The scent of sperm pushed me over the edge, and my juice screamed up the shaft of my cock and blasted deep into Kef's hot, smooth throat. My body quivered as I came. I withdrew my cock slowly and let the last few droplets of my issue ooze out to land on Kef's arm and on the cold stone floor. Kef rolled onto his back and masturbated, looking up from below, at me and the youth, and the other four men.

The young man who was fucking cried out as his body rocked and he creamed the insides of his stocky fuck-partner. He held the big man's hips and his cock buried deep within, while the heavy man pumped furiously until his load shot with amazing force all down the insides of his massive thighs and on to the hard rock at his feet.

The European and the other young man uncoupled and ambled slowly forward, cocks in hand, and reached out and felt the youth's and my cock and pinched at Kef's already erect tits. First the European's angry red knob exploded like a spewing liquid volcano of cream, all over the youth, and all over Kef's crotch. Next, the young man straddled Kef's body, and bent his knees and squirted his spunk all over Kef's face and my feet.

Kef stopped his pumping momentarily to take some of the young men's sperm and rub it all over the head of his cock, then he wrapped both of his hands around his penis and fucked his fist. Kef arched his back up in the air and his first shots flew clear across his body to hit the young man's legs. Kef's dark skin was covered with creamy patches and pools of man-juice.

We laid and sat, exhausted, on the cool stone floor. Kef wrapped his arm protectively around my shoulders. One of the torches crackled and burned out. We dressed and made our way back outside before the other torches burned out as well. The night had fallen and the sky was black; the moon had not yet risen.

We made our leisurely way back to the group of laborers' tents. The aroma of meat cooking over a fire in the center of the encampment reminded us that we had not yet had our evening meal. The workers gladly shared their food with us and we ate heartily, our faces aglow in the orange firelight beneath the dark, starry sky.
 

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