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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I was abused by Arab taxi drivers in the Middle East. I was in the forces, stationed in the Persian gulf. Had a night out in the local town and got a taxi back to camp. Did not have enough money to pay him. He said it would be OK if I sucked his cock. So I said ok, he drove somewhere secluded and got it the back with me. He lifted up his Arab dress, had a nice erection so I sucked him. The driver made sure that he came in my mouth because he held my head down. When he came it tasted nice.
Used his taxi a few times, never paid any fare. He even fucked me in the arse once. I really enjoyed that, he knew what he was doing. Did not force it in, took his time, remember this was before lube, so he spat on my ring first and slowly worked himself in. When fully in me he picked up the pace was not long before I felt his cum shoot inside me, I did enjoy it. He pulled out, I then saw three other Arabs with their cocks in their hands. I was then abused by all four of them, they all fucked me in the arse at least twice each. I lost all feeling, just felt them banging their balls against my bottom whilst they filled me with their cum.
The taxi driver then drove me to the camp, after they had finished with me. I walked a bit stiff legged into camp, the guards just thought I was pissed, they did not see that my shorts were wet and cum was dripping down my legs.
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As I approached the soldier boys on the entry to the Army base both of them were looking at me as if they've never seen the human being before, until it suddenly dawned on me - a complete stranger, European, blonde,- which is very unusual in Egypt, dressed in white shorts and white shirt, coming up the security gates in the part of town where foreigner is very rarely seen, not to mentioned at the early hours of the morning
Usual greetings in arabic exchanged ( at least I could say "Good evening " or " Good morning",- that's when the book " Speak arabic in two days", bought from the stall back in Manchester came handy,- and the soldiers are all smiles,- the darker of the two had hands like shovels and feet size 13 or may be more - he looked like a well built bull from a village somewhere in the Nubian desert
"How do I get back to Luxor centre? " - I tried to ask him, then slowly realizing that the boy did not speak a word of English and thinking to myself - " it's going to be a very difficult, if not impossible task to try and get my way back to the Hotel "
The other soldier boy, not as dark and not as well built then moved out of the entry point and I could clearly see his face - high chiselled cheek bones, perfect olive skin and large almond shaped eyes- I couldn't take my eyes off his face instantly as he reflected a typical perfectly shaped face, so often seen on the pictures depicting Ancient Egypt with their warrior looks and superbly held posture
I was that very second instantly in love ( or was it simple lust for the pretty soldier boy? I couldn't tell )
"You want smoke"? - the almond eyes asked me and flashed his brilliant white teeth at me
" OK " - this was the second smoke offer of the day and I was getting used to this display of their hospitality - simple but very effective way to show that there is nothing to fear and there are simple things in life, which we can all share and enjoy
The almond eyes reached into his fatigue trouser pocket and pushed something down inside his trousers, looking at me intently all the time - it caught my attention immediately - it looked long and hard and was already tenting out his camo uniform making me hot and bothered. Imagine my predicament - middle of the night. Army post in the foreign country and long concrete walls all the way down the perimeter of the base with Kalashnikov rifled armed soldiers staring at you from the guarding points
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