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I will be travelling to Senegal and The Gambia in March. All tips are welcome.
Our route: Dakar - Gomée Island - Saint Louis - Saly - Saloum Delta - Gambia coast south of Banjul (14 days).
For The Gambia: any beach hotel you would recommend?

Hey
I haven't insulted any country or any opinion posted on this blog. 
Referring to my post about my (only) one-week February trip to Ghana, I clearly stated that I am not an expert, and that all my posts are solely based on biased experiences. That said, I genually do believe that the majority of people on this blog are looking for exciting gay encounters and that you find those best in the more closeted countries. Having lived in Egypt myself for three years, I am convinced that the sheer number of (sexual) encounters to be found there is directrly linked to their conservatrive gender-divided culture. 
You definitely should question what you read online, yet let me be clear: making up stories as a 42-year old curious man on a 'travel blog' would be the lowest humanity could fall. 
Enjoy the night - and the travels!
X
 

It is very difficult to explain how my experience of Ghana was potentially differenet to someone else's.
However, let me be clear and humble, I have only been one week in the country and as probably already mentioned, it was my first time in Sub Sahara Africa. I therefore am not entitled to generalise or make assumptions about other people's experiences, countries in the region or whatsoever. 
The one thing that surprises me though about some of the reactions posted on this blog is that people seem to make the assumption that if being gay is illegal this automatically leads to no gay activity present. Bizarre. On a personal level, I fondly remember my trip to Iran in 2016. I was 31, travelling by public transport, invited into Persian homes (due to the incredible hospitality I had encoountered), so I can say that I have met 'the Persian / Iranian culture' in these three weeks. In my humble opinion: Tehran (and many other places, mainly cities in the country) is a gay paradise. It's all hidden, out-of-bound and underground, which is what it makes it so sexy and a treasure. On a contrary note: the most boring gay-place on earth in my opinon is Thailand. The men are small, average looking, fake and being gay is as commercialised as a slice of pizza in the US. Again, that's an opinion and obviously, utterly subjective.
Bottom-line: visit Ghana! It's exotic, in full development, beautiful, easy to travel in and the men look approachable, fit, gorgeous and skilled. 
Some detail I even forgot to mention in my previous post: take a seat on the sand after 6 pm on Accra's Labadi Beach and count the amountg of men willing to engage with you in an hour. If I were in the mood that week, boy I would have had fun.
X

It is very difficult to explain how my experience of Ghana was potentially differenet to someone else's.
However, let me be clear and humble, I have only been one week in the country and as probably already mentioned, it was my first time in Sub Sahara Africa. I therefore am not entitled to generalise or make assumptions about other people's experiences, countries in the region or whatsoever. 
The one thing that surprises me though about some of the reactions posted on this blog is that people seem to make the assumption that if being gay is illegal this automatically leads to no gay activity present. Bizarre. On a personal level, I fondly remember my trip to Iran in 2016. I was 31, travelling by public transport, invited into Persian homes (due to the incredible hospitality I had encoountered), so I can say that I have met 'the Persian / Iranian culture' in these three weeks. In my humble opinion: Tehran (and many other places, mainly cities in the country) is a gay paradise. It's all hidden, out-of-bound and underground, which is what it makes it so sexy and a treasure. On a contrary note: the most boring gay-place on earth in my opinon is Thailand. The men are small, average looking, fake and being gay is as commercialised as a slice of pizza in the US. Again, that's an opinion and obviously, utterly subjective.
Bottom-line: visit Ghana! It's exotic, in full development, beautiful, easy to travel in and the men look approachable, fit, gorgeous and skilled. 
Some detail I even forgot to mention in my previous post: take a seat on the sand after 6 pm on Accra's Labadi Beach and count the amountg of men willing to engage with you in an hour. If I were in the mood that week, boy I would have had fun.
X

I will be travelling to Senegal and The Gambia in March. All tips are welcome.
Our route: Dakar - Gomée Island - Saint Louis - Saly - Saloum Delta - Gambia coast south of Banjul (14 days).
For The Gambia: any beach hotel you would recommend?

Dear Savasxxx
Although I disagree with you on a number of aspects, I like how you enjoy the Middle East to the fullest. Many of the countries in that region have a very different societal set-up from what we are used to in Europe.
To start with, I disagree with your vision of homosexuality in 'the West'. Born in Western Europe in 1984, I am proud of the achievements this region has made in terms of including gay people in every aspect of society. Moreover, other minority groups are equally free to express their identities in the way they wish. All of this is protected by the rule of law and, importantly, accepted by the majority of society. That is a huge achievement and an enormous advantage, and it is not something I believe we should even begin to compare with the situation in the Middle East today.
Allow me to tell you a personal story from my days in Cairo, where I lived between 2015 and 2018. In that post-revolutionary, chaotic society, my Egyptian friends - gay, straight, and everything in between - would dream about the freedoms we Europeans take for granted and seem increasingly willing to sell out to the far right at every election.
In the neighbourhood where I lived, Maadi, gay parties would regularly take place in people's homes. In order not to raise suspicion, girls and 'masculine-looking guys' would be invited as well. At one of these events, the police did show up. One of the neighbours must have called them. I felt terrified. My Egyptian friends looked beyond terrified.
Many of them were detained; others were not. Of those who were detained, most were eventually released, but they spoke about the humiliation they had experienced. Two were kept in the police station for a couple of weeks. Their names and reputations were eventually damaged enormously by the authorities, their families, their friends, and their wider communities. As a foreigner, I was left alone. This is the Middle East. It is beautiful, warm and sexy, but many places are also brutal dictatorships in which you would not want to be born for a millisecond.
I often return to Egypt. In my opinion, it is an amazing yet deeply troubled society. Everyone wants to leave. Many Egyptians feel lost. Depression rates are enormous, and for many, survival is the number one priority. For them, sex can simply be fun. It is an escape. It is a great feeling. It can even be a personal revolt against cultural norms they feel unable to defeat, despite the attempts made during various recent revolutions.
When I am there, I always have great sex. No one questions whether I look masculine or feminine - whatever that might even mean. No one questions my sexuality. Who cares? Different genders? What are you talking about? People just want to have fun. They wantto be aliove, something they seem to miss out on in so many occasions. Unlike in the West, I believe are seen for who you are, regardless of your age, height or body. Perhaps this is because recognising one another, and being recognised by others, has become so important in a society where so much else feels uncertain. It may even be one of the main things people ultimately wish for on a broader, global scale - and something that is deeply embedded in their traditions and culture.
Does all of this make sense? 
B.
 
 
 

Dear Savasxxx
Although I disagree with you on a number of aspects, I like how you enjoy the Middle East to the fullest. Many of the countries in that region have a very different societal set-up from what we are used to in Europe.
To start with, I disagree with your vision of homosexuality in 'the West'. Born in Western Europe in 1984, I am proud of the achievements this region has made in terms of including gay people in every aspect of society. Moreover, other minority groups are equally free to express their identities in the way they wish. All of this is protected by the rule of law and, importantly, accepted by the majority of society. That is a huge achievement and an enormous advantage, and it is not something I believe we should even begin to compare with the situation in the Middle East today.
Allow me to tell you a personal story from my days in Cairo, where I lived between 2015 and 2018. In that post-revolutionary, chaotic society, my Egyptian friends - gay, straight, and everything in between - would dream about the freedoms we Europeans take for granted and seem increasingly willing to sell out to the far right at every election.
In the neighbourhood where I lived, Maadi, gay parties would regularly take place in people's homes. In order not to raise suspicion, girls and 'masculine-looking guys' would be invited as well. At one of these events, the police did show up. One of the neighbours must have called them. I felt terrified. My Egyptian friends looked beyond terrified.
Many of them were detained; others were not. Of those who were detained, most were eventually released, but they spoke about the humiliation they had experienced. Two were kept in the police station for a couple of weeks. Their names and reputations were eventually damaged enormously by the authorities, their families, their friends, and their wider communities. As a foreigner, I was left alone. This is the Middle East. It is beautiful, warm and sexy, but many places are also brutal dictatorships in which you would not want to be born for a millisecond.
I often return to Egypt. In my opinion, it is an amazing yet deeply troubled society. Everyone wants to leave. Many Egyptians feel lost. Depression rates are enormous, and for many, survival is the number one priority. For them, sex can simply be fun. It is an escape. It is a great feeling. It can even be a personal revolt against cultural norms they feel unable to defeat, despite the attempts made during various recent revolutions.
When I am there, I always have great sex. No one questions whether I look masculine or feminine - whatever that might even mean. No one questions my sexuality. Who cares? Different genders? What are you talking about? People just want to have fun. They wantto be aliove, something they seem to miss out on in so many occasions. Unlike in the West, I believe are seen for who you are, regardless of your age, height or body. Perhaps this is because recognising one another, and being recognised by others, has become so important in a society where so much else feels uncertain. It may even be one of the main things people ultimately wish for on a broader, global scale - and something that is deeply embedded in their traditions and culture.
Does all of this make sense? 
B.
 
 
 

Would you mind drafting a post about Algeria? I have never been and I am super curious, also in sights and cities to visit. 

Dear Savasxxx
Although I disagree with you on a number of aspects, I like how you enjoy the Middle East to the fullest. Many of the countries in that region have a very different societal set-up from what we are used to in Europe.
To start with, I disagree with your vision of homosexuality in 'the West'. Born in Western Europe in 1984, I am proud of the achievements this region has made in terms of including gay people in every aspect of society. Moreover, other minority groups are equally free to express their identities in the way they wish. All of this is protected by the rule of law and, importantly, accepted by the majority of society. That is a huge achievement and an enormous advantage, and it is not something I believe we should even begin to compare with the situation in the Middle East today.
Allow me to tell you a personal story from my days in Cairo, where I lived between 2015 and 2018. In that post-revolutionary, chaotic society, my Egyptian friends - gay, straight, and everything in between - would dream about the freedoms we Europeans take for granted and seem increasingly willing to sell out to the far right at every election.
In the neighbourhood where I lived, Maadi, gay parties would regularly take place in people's homes. In order not to raise suspicion, girls and 'masculine-looking guys' would be invited as well. At one of these events, the police did show up. One of the neighbours must have called them. I felt terrified. My Egyptian friends looked beyond terrified.
Many of them were detained; others were not. Of those who were detained, most were eventually released, but they spoke about the humiliation they had experienced. Two were kept in the police station for a couple of weeks. Their names and reputations were eventually damaged enormously by the authorities, their families, their friends, and their wider communities. As a foreigner, I was left alone. This is the Middle East. It is beautiful, warm and sexy, but many places are also brutal dictatorships in which you would not want to be born for a millisecond.
I often return to Egypt. In my opinion, it is an amazing yet deeply troubled society. Everyone wants to leave. Many Egyptians feel lost. Depression rates are enormous, and for many, survival is the number one priority. For them, sex can simply be fun. It is an escape. It is a great feeling. It can even be a personal revolt against cultural norms they feel unable to defeat, despite the attempts made during various recent revolutions.
When I am there, I always have great sex. No one questions whether I look masculine or feminine - whatever that might even mean. No one questions my sexuality. Who cares? Different genders? What are you talking about? People just want to have fun. They wantto be aliove, something they seem to miss out on in so many occasions. Unlike in the West, I believe are seen for who you are, regardless of your age, height or body. Perhaps this is because recognising one another, and being recognised by others, has become so important in a society where so much else feels uncertain. It may even be one of the main things people ultimately wish for on a broader, global scale - and something that is deeply embedded in their traditions and culture.
Does all of this make sense? 
B.
 
 
 

Dear Savasxxx
Although I disagree with you on a number of aspects, I like how you enjoy the Middle East to the fullest. Many of the countries in that region have a very different societal set-up from what we are used to in Europe.
To start with, I disagree with your vision of homosexuality in 'the West'. Born in Western Europe in 1984, I am proud of the achievements this region has made in terms of including gay people in every aspect of society. Moreover, other minority groups are equally free to express their identities in the way they wish. All of this is protected by the rule of law and, importantly, accepted by the majority of society. That is a huge achievement and an enormous advantage, and it is not something I believe we should even begin to compare with the situation in the Middle East today.
Allow me to tell you a personal story from my days in Cairo, where I lived between 2015 and 2018. In that post-revolutionary, chaotic society, my Egyptian friends - gay, straight, and everything in between - would dream about the freedoms we Europeans take for granted and seem increasingly willing to sell out to the far right at every election.
In the neighbourhood where I lived, Maadi, gay parties would regularly take place in people's homes. In order not to raise suspicion, girls and 'masculine-looking guys' would be invited as well. At one of these events, the police did show up. One of the neighbours must have called them. I felt terrified. My Egyptian friends looked beyond terrified.
Many of them were detained; others were not. Of those who were detained, most were eventually released, but they spoke about the humiliation they had experienced. Two were kept in the police station for a couple of weeks. Their names and reputations were eventually damaged enormously by the authorities, their families, their friends, and their wider communities. As a foreigner, I was left alone. This is the Middle East. It is beautiful, warm and sexy, but many places are also brutal dictatorships in which you would not want to be born for a millisecond.
I often return to Egypt. In my opinion, it is an amazing yet deeply troubled society. Everyone wants to leave. Many Egyptians feel lost. Depression rates are enormous, and for many, survival is the number one priority. For them, sex can simply be fun. It is an escape. It is a great feeling. It can even be a personal revolt against cultural norms they feel unable to defeat, despite the attempts made during various recent revolutions.
When I am there, I always have great sex. No one questions whether I look masculine or feminine - whatever that might even mean. No one questions my sexuality. Who cares? Different genders? What are you talking about? People just want to have fun. They wantto be aliove, something they seem to miss out on in so many occasions. Unlike in the West, I believe are seen for who you are, regardless of your age, height or body. Perhaps this is because recognising one another, and being recognised by others, has become so important in a society where so much else feels uncertain. It may even be one of the main things people ultimately wish for on a broader, global scale - and something that is deeply embedded in their traditions and culture.
Does all of this make sense? 
B.
 
 
 

Dear Savasxxx
Although I disagree with you on a number of aspects, I like how you enjoy the Middle East to the fullest. Many of the countries in that region have a very different societal set-up from what we are used to in Europe.
To start with, I disagree with your vision of homosexuality in 'the West'. Born in Western Europe in 1984, I am proud of the achievements this region has made in terms of including gay people in every aspect of society. Moreover, other minority groups are equally free to express their identities in the way they wish. All of this is protected by the rule of law and, importantly, accepted by the majority of society. That is a huge achievement and an enormous advantage, and it is not something I believe we should even begin to compare with the situation in the Middle East today.
Allow me to tell you a personal story from my days in Cairo, where I lived between 2015 and 2018. In that post-revolutionary, chaotic society, my Egyptian friends - gay, straight, and everything in between - would dream about the freedoms we Europeans take for granted and seem increasingly willing to sell out to the far right at every election.
In the neighbourhood where I lived, Maadi, gay parties would regularly take place in people's homes. In order not to raise suspicion, girls and 'masculine-looking guys' would be invited as well. At one of these events, the police did show up. One of the neighbours must have called them. I felt terrified. My Egyptian friends looked beyond terrified.
Many of them were detained; others were not. Of those who were detained, most were eventually released, but they spoke about the humiliation they had experienced. Two were kept in the police station for a couple of weeks. Their names and reputations were eventually damaged enormously by the authorities, their families, their friends, and their wider communities. As a foreigner, I was left alone. This is the Middle East. It is beautiful, warm and sexy, but many places are also brutal dictatorships in which you would not want to be born for a millisecond.
I often return to Egypt. In my opinion, it is an amazing yet deeply troubled society. Everyone wants to leave. Many Egyptians feel lost. Depression rates are enormous, and for many, survival is the number one priority. For them, sex can simply be fun. It is an escape. It is a great feeling. It can even be a personal revolt against cultural norms they feel unable to defeat, despite the attempts made during various recent revolutions.
When I am there, I always have great sex. No one questions whether I look masculine or feminine - whatever that might even mean. No one questions my sexuality. Who cares? Different genders? What are you talking about? People just want to have fun. They wantto be aliove, something they seem to miss out on in so many occasions. Unlike in the West, I believe are seen for who you are, regardless of your age, height or body. Perhaps this is because recognising one another, and being recognised by others, has become so important in a society where so much else feels uncertain. It may even be one of the main things people ultimately wish for on a broader, global scale - and something that is deeply embedded in their traditions and culture.
Does all of this make sense? 
B.
 
 
 

Dear Savasxxx
Although I disagree with you on a number of aspects, I like how you enjoy the Middle East to the fullest. Many of the countries in that region have a very different societal set-up from what we are used to in Europe.
To start with, I disagree with your vision of homosexuality in 'the West'. Born in Western Europe in 1984, I am proud of the achievements this region has made in terms of including gay people in every aspect of society. Moreover, other minority groups are equally free to express their identities in the way they wish. All of this is protected by the rule of law and, importantly, accepted by the majority of society. That is a huge achievement and an enormous advantage, and it is not something I believe we should even begin to compare with the situation in the Middle East today.
Allow me to tell you a personal story from my days in Cairo, where I lived between 2015 and 2018. In that post-revolutionary, chaotic society, my Egyptian friends - gay, straight, and everything in between - would dream about the freedoms we Europeans take for granted and seem increasingly willing to sell out to the far right at every election.
In the neighbourhood where I lived, Maadi, gay parties would regularly take place in people's homes. In order not to raise suspicion, girls and 'masculine-looking guys' would be invited as well. At one of these events, the police did show up. One of the neighbours must have called them. I felt terrified. My Egyptian friends looked beyond terrified.
Many of them were detained; others were not. Of those who were detained, most were eventually released, but they spoke about the humiliation they had experienced. Two were kept in the police station for a couple of weeks. Their names and reputations were eventually damaged enormously by the authorities, their families, their friends, and their wider communities. As a foreigner, I was left alone. This is the Middle East. It is beautiful, warm and sexy, but many places are also brutal dictatorships in which you would not want to be born for a millisecond.
I often return to Egypt. In my opinion, it is an amazing yet deeply troubled society. Everyone wants to leave. Many Egyptians feel lost. Depression rates are enormous, and for many, survival is the number one priority. For them, sex can simply be fun. It is an escape. It is a great feeling. It can even be a personal revolt against cultural norms they feel unable to defeat, despite the attempts made during various recent revolutions.
When I am there, I always have great sex. No one questions whether I look masculine or feminine - whatever that might even mean. No one questions my sexuality. Who cares? Different genders? What are you talking about? People just want to have fun. They wantto be aliove, something they seem to miss out on in so many occasions. Unlike in the West, I believe are seen for who you are, regardless of your age, height or body. Perhaps this is because recognising one another, and being recognised by others, has become so important in a society where so much else feels uncertain. It may even be one of the main things people ultimately wish for on a broader, global scale - and something that is deeply embedded in their traditions and culture.
Does all of this make sense? 
B.
 
 
 

Dear Savasxxx
Although I disagree with you on a number of aspects, I like how you enjoy the Middle East to the fullest. Many of the countries in that region have a very different societal set-up from what we are used to in Europe.
To start with, I disagree with your vision of homosexuality in 'the West'. Born in Western Europe in 1984, I am proud of the achievements this region has made in terms of including gay people in every aspect of society. Moreover, other minority groups are equally free to express their identities in the way they wish. All of this is protected by the rule of law and, importantly, accepted by the majority of society. That is a huge achievement and an enormous advantage, and it is not something I believe we should even begin to compare with the situation in the Middle East today.
Allow me to tell you a personal story from my days in Cairo, where I lived between 2015 and 2018. In that post-revolutionary, chaotic society, my Egyptian friends - gay, straight, and everything in between - would dream about the freedoms we Europeans take for granted and seem increasingly willing to sell out to the far right at every election.
In the neighbourhood where I lived, Maadi, gay parties would regularly take place in people's homes. In order not to raise suspicion, girls and 'masculine-looking guys' would be invited as well. At one of these events, the police did show up. One of the neighbours must have called them. I felt terrified. My Egyptian friends looked beyond terrified.
Many of them were detained; others were not. Of those who were detained, most were eventually released, but they spoke about the humiliation they had experienced. Two were kept in the police station for a couple of weeks. Their names and reputations were eventually damaged enormously by the authorities, their families, their friends, and their wider communities. As a foreigner, I was left alone. This is the Middle East. It is beautiful, warm and sexy, but many places are also brutal dictatorships in which you would not want to be born for a millisecond.
I often return to Egypt. In my opinion, it is an amazing yet deeply troubled society. Everyone wants to leave. Many Egyptians feel lost. Depression rates are enormous, and for many, survival is the number one priority. For them, sex can simply be fun. It is an escape. It is a great feeling. It can even be a personal revolt against cultural norms they feel unable to defeat, despite the attempts made during various recent revolutions.
When I am there, I always have great sex. No one questions whether I look masculine or feminine - whatever that might even mean. No one questions my sexuality. Who cares? Different genders? What are you talking about? People just want to have fun. They wantto be aliove, something they seem to miss out on in so many occasions. Unlike in the West, I believe are seen for who you are, regardless of your age, height or body. Perhaps this is because recognising one another, and being recognised by others, has become so important in a society where so much else feels uncertain. It may even be one of the main things people ultimately wish for on a broader, global scale - and something that is deeply embedded in their traditions and culture.
Does all of this make sense? 
B.
 
 
 

Is this really true? On the thai/southeast asian section, everyone's so nice, including with newbies. There's this one thread of a newbie traveling to thailand for the first time asking for guidance, and all the senior members were so positive and supportive, not once being negative at all. They shared all kind of info and even went to meet and guide the newbie! Kinda shocking to see your response, and hope that it's not true.

Gay hammams do not exist in Egypt as such.
However, when having a male masseuse, asking at the reception whether you can be naked during the massage (like in Europe), telling them that you prefer a specific type to be your guy, arriving when there are not that many people around, being alone in the room with him, complimenting his body, asking about his marital status, you most definitely - exceptions aside - get what you want. (Almost) everywhere!
In my opinion, do not expect the masseuse to initiate the deal (happens of course). The risk is solely on them. Put your hands beside your body when they lean over you. Gently move your thumb or little finger. Apologise and see how he reacts. The moment will tell. 
Good luck! Have fun!
B.

Gay hammams do not exist in Egypt as such.
However, when having a male masseuse, asking at the reception whether you can be naked during the massage (like in Europe), telling them that you prefer a specific type to be your guy, arriving when there are not that many people around, being alone in the room with him, complimenting his body, asking about his marital status, you most definitely - exceptions aside - get what you want. (Almost) everywhere!
In my opinion, do not expect the masseuse to initiate the deal (happens of course). The risk is solely on them. Put your hands beside your body when they lean over you. Gently move your thumb or little finger. Apologise and see how he reacts. The moment will tell. 
Good luck! Have fun!
B.

I’m so grateful to have found this forum to get inspired (lol) and excited for an upcoming trip to Egypt.
I was in Morocco (Marrakech and Tangier) last January and sharing one of my encounters here! Have a few other experiences (one of which was getting scammed by a local i met on Grinder), and might share some of them when i have time within the week.
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I’d just arrived in a coastal town of Tangier and, because of local laws, there aren’t really gay clubs or saunas. But Grindr? Absolutely buzzing. The second you open it, it’s like a casino machine that never stops spinning. My only dilemma: I couldn’t host. I was staying with friends in an Airbnb.
Around 1 a.m., a blank profile messaged me. Pretty standard there. He sent photos, said he was bi, discreet, and unfortunately for my survival instinct, he was very cute. He couldn’t host either, but offered something that sounded equal parts sweet, bold, and reckless: he’d pick me up, drive me around the city, and “kiss in the car.” I told my friend I’d share my live location for 24 hours, promised to send the car details, and decided to risk it.
He texted: “BMW. I’m in front of the door.” Honestly, that gave me a weird sense of security. Maybe I trusted the idea of trouble not driving something that luxurious.
He introduced himself. So as not to dox him, let’s call him Ahmed.
Ahmed, a local businessman, just came from a shisha session with his buddies, got horny, and found me on Grindr.
We quickly took off to a very nice drive, i must say. He explained so many things about the city.
“This is the Mediterranean side, and there’s an area where it meets the Atlantic side.” “That’s is a good restaurant with nice performances.” “Over there is the king’s palace overlooking the ocean.” It felt like being taken on a personal night tour by someone who loves where he lives, and I was happy seeing parts of town i wouldn’t have seen if it weren’t for him.
And yeah, while all this wholesome tourism was happening, the tension between us was… very not wholesome. I’d touch him, he’d let me, then we’d both stop whenever we hit busy streets or police checkpoints (Morocco was hosting AFCON, so security was everywhere). His cock wasn’t huge. More like a perfect boyfriend size. At one point his phone rang, he answered in Arabic, and I just knew it was probably his wife. He hung up, gave me that calm, reassuring smile again, and it was like nothing could rattle this man.
Eventually he drove us to a dark cliffside parking area overlooking the Atlantic. Moonlight. Wind. A few cars scattered around us doing probably exactly what we were about to do. He joked, “If you swim 5,000 kilometers from here, you’d reach New York.” while turning off the engine and interior lights of his sports car. We’ve been edging each other while on the unofficial city tour already, so told him there was something closer I wanted to reach (hint: his cock).
Ahmed quickly removed his Nike tech pants, revealing his cock and I can now play with it freely. Wasting no time, I unbuckled my seatbelt to suck him off. Moans out of pleasure all over. It wasn’t hard to deepthroat him because his dick wasn’t so big, and i felt him reach for my asshole to play with it. I asked if i could play with his nipples (a fetish of mine) and I was taken over the edge when he said “You can do whatever you want.” There I was, going between licking his nipples and biting them softly while using my hand to play with his dick, and going down on him to play with his balls.
He then unbuttoned my pants and started playing with my hard cock. “So much pre cum!”, he told me. He seemed happy I’m that turned on.
After just a few minutes I heard him say “Keep sucking me!”. His moaning and panting were getting more intense. I asked him if he was about to cum and he said yes. So i used my tongue and mouth even more intensely.
He finished. Hot. Heavy. A release that hit hard. I swallowed, laughing breathlessly, and told him there was a lot. He grinned and said it had been weeks.
I barely had time to enjoy that victory before his face changed.
“Fuck.”
Headlights exploded beside us. A large police vehicle rolled up. My heart dropped to my toes. Pants half-open. Mouth still tasting him. Brain screaming. Ahmed moved fast, adjusting himself, sitting upright like nothing had happened, rolling the window down with the composure of a man built for stress.
The officer stepped out and came to his side. They spoke in Arabic. I tried to move as little as possible while buttoning myself. Ahmed’s tone was firm. Slightly irritated. Not scared. That confidence saved me.
The officer glanced at me a few times but never addressed me. Ahmed slipped him documents, muttered something firm, and eventually the police just… left. Drove away like it was nothing.
“See?” he smiled, like we hadn’t just lived a full psychological horror film. “Everything is okay.”
I finally exhaled.
He later explained that things could have gone badly if alcohol was involved or if I’d been a woman, but usually the “worst” that happens is they ask for money. He drove me home after, laughing about how we were both unlucky and lucky at the same time. Unlucky to be targeted (out of the few cars in that spot), lucky he’d finished seconds before. We let out a big laugh.
When he dropped me off, I told him this was one for the books. And it is. I’ll never forget him, or that cliff, or how fast desire can turn into fear and then back into relief again. He smiled like he already knew.
TL;DR: Hooked up with a Moroccan guy in his car on a cliff. He finished. Police pulled up seconds later. Thought my life was over. It wasn’t. 10/10 story. 0/10 recommend for nerves.

Gay hammams do not exist in Egypt as such.
However, when having a male masseuse, asking at the reception whether you can be naked during the massage (like in Europe), telling them that you prefer a specific type to be your guy, arriving when there are not that many people around, being alone in the room with him, complimenting his body, asking about his marital status, you most definitely - exceptions aside - get what you want. (Almost) everywhere!
In my opinion, do not expect the masseuse to initiate the deal (happens of course). The risk is solely on them. Put your hands beside your body when they lean over you. Gently move your thumb or little finger. Apologise and see how he reacts. The moment will tell. 
Good luck! Have fun!
B.

Gay hammams do not exist in Egypt as such.
However, when having a male masseuse, asking at the reception whether you can be naked during the massage (like in Europe), telling them that you prefer a specific type to be your guy, arriving when there are not that many people around, being alone in the room with him, complimenting his body, asking about his marital status, you most definitely - exceptions aside - get what you want. (Almost) everywhere!
In my opinion, do not expect the masseuse to initiate the deal (happens of course). The risk is solely on them. Put your hands beside your body when they lean over you. Gently move your thumb or little finger. Apologise and see how he reacts. The moment will tell. 
Good luck! Have fun!
B.

Hi
I just returned from a nine-day Hurghada trip. Unfortunately, I can't top Connor's stories or compete with White mouse's experiences. To both, thanks for the insight.
In terms of accommodation, I followed Connor's advice and stayed in a private apartment in a local area close to a lively street called Thalateen. That street is super cruisy, both in the mornings and evenings. When having Egyptian breakfast, two guys started talking to me asking the endless same intro questions (Where are you staying? Alone? Married?). They weren't handsome enough to take them home. Both in their early twenties, slim bodies, certain teeth missing, ... At night, the street get's filled with guys enjoying sisha and drinking mint tea. A waiter gave me his phone number and asked to meet after his shift. He eventually texted me at 3 am, which I only realised in the morning. As he would have been a potential candidate, I replied his text the next day, yet my texts remained unanswered.
The whole of Hurghada seems to consist of horny Egyptians looking for some extra cash. The majority of InDrive drivers I spoke with told me they are not originally from there, yet maintain families in Cairo and work a couple of months with tourists to earn as much as cash as possible. Almost always, the conversation ended with proposals to meet for a massage with sex at my flat. Out of the 26 taxi's I took - the app keeps a record - I had this conversation 23 times. In three occasions I couldn't bother as the drivers were wearing gallabeyas. I took drivers upstairs for beer and hashish on two occasions. The sex was ok, yet the conversations were also interesting. As I speak Egyptian Arabic quite well, it has given me more insight into their lives and needs. Surprisingly - doesn't happen a lot - one guy also wanted to kiss. Both came pretty fast. Their bodies were like mine, average, yet their faces were funny, curious and full of life. I rather don't pay for sex, so tipped them extra in the taxi.
I went twice for a massage at the spa Connor had recommended. I arrived after 7 pm (they seem to close at 9.30 pm) and had two different massage therapists on both evenings. The massage were decent (1700 LE) and relaxing in both occasions, when reaching my upper back to be massaged, they paced their hard cocks into my hand palms. The penises were good sizes, super hard and often would appear out of their pants. As the doors could be opened immediately, I didn't feel the need to be fucked. One therapist - on the first occasion - asked if he could fuck me on the table. I refused and he respected that. He really wasn't me type. The second was 24 years old, super masculine and arrogant-looking cocky. I asked him to fuck me. He changed the massage table closer to the wall, barricaded the door, sat on my upper legs and gently entered. His strength and masculinity turned me on massively. It was a great fuck. He cleaned me afterwards.
I was lucky to have a friend for visit from Cairo, whom I met when I was living there in 2016. We then met on an unofficial gay party and we stayed in contact all over the years. Meanwhile, he is married with a four-year old daughter. The two things I like about him: his sweet and caring character (no money involved) and his buff, broad and muscled master body. He's the Arabic type that doesn't have to take any supplements in order to look as hot as hell. It's impossible to meet him without feeling like a rabbit, albeit never having the feeling our 'relationship' is about sex. Call me stupid, in denial or naive, but he is most likely the closest to a deep friendship I ever have become. He stayed with me for three days and we got swimming, snorkelling and eating out. With him, I have better sex than with my husband in Europe. We slept in the same bed and would regularly wake up to fuck each other. 
As Hurghada in terms of city is boring, especially when my friend left, and the surroundings are not that spectacular either, I took a GoBus to Luxor for three nights. Over there, I stayed at the Iberotel. It rained the first day, which is highly unusual. I took the chance to re-visit the Karnak and Luxor Temple. The amount of tourists has sharply risen since 8 years ago. Luxor is annoying. Sex is everywhere to be on offer. The guy at the hotel bar came to my room twice to check if everything was ok (room service). He didn't turn me on at all. Nothing happened. Many horse carriage drivers seem to be willing to take you around and more. Many looked like they hadn't showered in a week. Two taxi drivers wanted to take me to their private apartments. No, thanks. One of the shop owners at Karnak took me inside his perfume shop and when spraying a smell I actually liked (an exception in Egyptian oil and perfume shops), he surprisingly stood suddenly behind me smelling my neck pressing his hard cock against by ass. Having a tea at night at the felucca boulevard, I got approached by a man who wanted me to show his boat (again...). To be fair, almost nothing happened - I just flirted - as I was still with my Cairo friend on my mind and stomach.
I don't think I will be returning to Hurghada. I prefer Sharm El Sheikh more. It is more diverse, less family oriented, it has a nicer shopping area and the surroundings (desert, Bedoiun culture, Ras Mohamed, Dahab, Taba) are more interesting and more beautiful. In terms of guys, Hurghada has pleasure around every corner. Like everywhere in Egypt.
Next destination: Cairo, Siwa oasis, Marsa Matrough and Alexandria... Next year!

True. I should have responded. Apologies for that. 
In the end, I didn't go as flights to Karachi suddenly increased in price dramatically.
Instead, I went to Ghana for a week, a trip I documented on this website on its respectrive forum.

Have a beer tonight in Cafe de Paris on the main avenue. Full of nice people all over the place (and street).

Have a beer tonight in Cafe de Paris on the main avenue. Full of nice people all over the place (and street).

I'm in and out of Hua Hin frequently.  I enjoy getting massages several times per week, always with a masseur never a masseuse.  I generally want a legit massage and don't expect a happy ending.  Even though I don't always go for a happy ending, I still want a masseur just for the basic eroticism of having another male manipulating my body for two hours.  Even though the one place I usually frequent is a "legit" place, the masseurs still aren't shy about incidental touching of my nether areas.  
The first time patronizing this establishment I was happy with what my therapist looked like.  He is early 20's, stocky but not fat, and cute. This particular place has beds made private with curtains.  They keep the lights dim and chit chat among staff is minimal so the overall atmosphere is serene.  Although my masseur gave me disposable under pants, I chose to not wear them and lay down on my belly in the buff without a towel covering me, expecting the masseur to cover me when he came into the cubicle.  To my surprise he didn't cover me and began my oil massage on my lower left leg.  This being a 2 hour massage, I wondered what his technique would be.  I was worried that he would concentrate on one section for 15 minutes than move on.  I was pleasantly surprised when he started massaging my entire left leg with long strokes incorporating my ass cheek as well on each stroke.  He wasn't shy about letting his thumb graze my ball sack and eventually as he was on the up stroke, even slipped his thumb a bit into my crack, spreading my cheeks apart.  I love having my ass massaged, so his technique was appreciated.  As he moved on to my next leg he didn't disappoint.  I assumed since he was doing a thorough job of massaging my ass while doing my legs, that he wouldn't concentrate solely on my ass.  Well, I was wrong.  He then moved to my ass spending about 10 minutes doing a splendid job of kneading and spreading my cheeks apart.   By now I was as hard as I've ever been.  Next came my back, where again, he incorporated my ass as part of my back massage.  After my back, he did some work on my neck, arms, and head.  Again assuming incorrectly, I thought he would have me flip over, but he went back to my ass for another 5 minutes.  This last 5 minutes on my ass, he made great effort of spreading my cheeks wide and letting my hole get some air.  Even with no direct touching, he still had me on the edge.
 
Next, he had me flip over, with my extremely hard dick leading the way.  I figured at this point he would cover my crotch, but he didn't. His technique on my front was similar.  Massaging my whole leg with long stokes moving his hand up my inner thigh making ample contact with my balls.  He did the same with my other leg.  He moved onto my belly where he did a clockwise circular stroke. While the first two strokes steered clear of my northward pointing cock, the next several strokes grazed my leaking head.  The fact that his massage technique itself was outstanding, I was not let down by him never doing anything more than incidental touching. 
 
I have now been to him probably 15 times. Although he still has never done anything more than incidental touching, he has gotten his technique down to where he must be a millimeter away from actually touching my hole.  I think by massage number 4 he had incorporated my taint into his well choreographed moves.  
 
Am I disappointed that he doesn't go further? I'm not.  I actually enjoy this teasing.  I've shot some of my biggest loads while fucking or jerking off after one of his massages. 
 
Part 2 will follow on my experience with his colleague. 

Thanks Bruno 
What I want you to do is head to Pakistan before the year is out 
Let me know when your going 🎠
Thanks mate 👍