My First Time Bottoming: Nervous Ecstasy in an Egyptian Palace
The knock echoed in my father’s empty suite at the Egyptian palace hotel. Heart slamming against my ribs. I opened the door. There he was. Room service boy. Skin near-black, eyes like midnight, buzzed hair, white teeth flashing in a nervous grin. Stupid uniform, bow tie, leather bracelet, jade ring. Water bottle on his tray—alibi. I was 18, flâneuring while Dad worked. We’d danced around this for days. Eye fucks in the hall. Me calling him up on dumb excuses. Yesterday, he lounged on the king bed, silent, waiting. We chickened out. Ran instead. Jogged with his buddies. Showers facing each other, naked, posing lewd under steaming water. Sauna sealed it. His friends laughed in Arabic, left us alone. His hand on my thigh. My lips crashed into his. Long kiss, hungry. Now, door shut. No turning back.
He trembled. So did I. Fear twisted with fire in my gut. What if he bolts? What if I chicken? He dropped the tray. Took charge. Pushed me. ‘Suck it,’ he said. I knew that part. Dropped to knees. His cock thick, veiny, musky. Salty pre-cum. I worked it good, tongue swirling, throat gagging eager. He moaned. Bit my nipples sharp. ‘Nice muscled ass,’ he growled, spinning me. Bent me over. Spat on my hole. Tongue probed deep, wet circles. Shivers shot up my spine. First real rimjob. Heart raced faster.
The Approach: Tension Builds in the Suite
He tried fucking raw. Hurt like hell. Barely in five centimeters, he came quick, panting. Bolted. Two hours later, knock again. Same tray. Less shaky. Kissed deep. Brought greasy cream. Finger first. Slid in slow, circling, stretching. Paradise. One digit, fireworks. ‘Relax,’ he whispered dirty English filth in my ear. Cock pressed. Tense. Wouldn’t give. He cursed. Slapped my ass hard. Once. Twice. Ten times. Burning stings. Each thrust fiercer. No choice. I took it. Pushed back like he ordered—’Bear down to push me out.’ Deeper. Gland hit prostate. Electricity exploded. I howled. Raw, animal bellows ripped from my throat. Couldn’t stop. Too intense. Pain melted into frenzy. Eyes squeezed shut. World spun. His grunts fueled mine. Fucks brutal, slaps random. Body his puppet. Did I black out? Time blurred.
Woke to gentle hands. Biafine on red welts, cooling fire. He lay beside, naked, smiling. ‘You screamed like a bitch,’ he teased. Pleasure in his voice. We talked life, heat, nothing deep. Laughed hard. Minibar beers. No shock when I said first time. He showered. Water roared. I lit his cigarette—my first drag, dizzy haze. Mind reeling. Innocence shattered. New doors flung wide. That bottom rush? Addictive demon. No going back. Pulse still thuds remembering. Raw, real, forever changed.
