Daniel

I had a similar experience in Balapitiya; they don't just work with women. Handsome, muscular guys strut up and down the beach, trying to talk to white women. Just show them you're interested. The usual price for sex in the jungle is 5,000 rupees. But you have to be very careful, because there are a lot of bad guys among them. Don't tell them anything unnecessary (not even the name of the hotel) and don't give them your number.

It's really hard to rate. Just imagine: night, the desert, the mystical atmosphere of Egypt. You're speeding down the highway, jerking off the driver's cock, sometimes leaning over and licking the head. This turned me on even more than the sex itself. Then we stop at a huge billboard, hide behind it, undress, and he starts sucking my nipples furiously and biting them hard. We are naked in the desert, with cars speeding right next to us. We kiss a lot, hug, then I kneel and give him a blowjob.
And then, as is typical of Egyptians, a couple of minutes, and he cums. After that, he says that taking me back to the hotel is an additional fee, $20. We start arguing fiercely; I'm willing to walk, but in the end, we agree on $1.
We drive back, he puts his hand down my shorts and starts jerking me off. As we pull up to my hotel, I cum and get out of the taxi with a big stain on my shorts. That's what it's like, a real crazy Egypt.

He's 19 (I asked), and I wouldn't say he's particularly attractive, just a nice young guy. It was a bit of a strange situation. At first, his father tried to sell me perfume by rubbing it all over my hands. I was sitting, and he was standing right in front of me, with a distinct bulge under his white dress. Of course, he noticed I was looking there sometimes. But then I started haggling (I can't stop, and usually the salespeople are ready to kill me), and in the end, the price was pretty low.
That's when he brought his son, introduced us, and left the shop, standing outside. The boy tried to sell me all sorts of useless things, and then offered to come to my place and have sex. But my hotel didn't allow guests, so I wasn't too keen on the idea. I continued sitting, and he decided to show me a papyrus. He turned off the light, unfolded the image, and shone a flashlight on it (I'm not sure why they do that). While I was looking, he lifted his dress, pulled down his underwear, and began to show me his cock. It was a neat, medium-sized brown dick with a beautiful head.
The boy took my hand and placed it on his dick, which was already rock-hard. Then he whispered, "Papyrus for 30 euros, and my juice as a gift." By this time, I was already very aroused, sank to the floor, and began sucking him off. At first, he simply stood there, but then he grabbed my head and began to fuck, driving his cock deeper. After a few of minutes, he inserted it all the way inside and, without letting go, came violently with a small groan.
He tucked his cock in, called his father for me to pay, and left. I took the papyrus and perfume, and on the way out, his father told me to come back tomorrow. He stood behind me, grabbed my hips, and pressed his hand against my back (I was slightly bent over). Then he made a sharp movement, as if thrusting his dick into my ass. He patted me on the back and, smiling, walked me to the door.
Sorry for the long text, sometimes it's hard for me to be brief

I met some young guys at the El Dahar souk, but to be honest, I wasn't very attracted to them. Once, I went into a shop and there was an older man there; he called his son and left. The boy openly offered to come over and have sex with me. Another time, I was buying a T-shirt there, and the young salesman offered to give him a blow job. So it's possible, but it doesn't always happen.
As for hotels, many gay men choose good 4-5-star resorts, and it's easy to meet them in Grindr.

In Hurghada, it's fairly easy to find adventures with the locals. These are mostly middle-aged men, tops, working as taxi drivers or salespeople. Young guys meet much less often. It's best to stay in the city itself; the surrounding areas (Makadi or Sahl Hasheesh) will be more boring. The ideal area to stay, in my opinion, is Mamsha. Hurghada is also popular among gay tourists, and you can always find someone to spend time with.

My hotel didn't allow guests. I guess if you find an apartment there, it'll be way more convenient. The guys invited me over, but I didn't think it was a good idea. They almost never live alone, so there's always someone else around. That's why all the action was outdoors.
For example, one of the guys pulled out his black dick right in a small park next to McDonald's, and even though it was dark, it was packed with people. There was also this one time during the day when a Nubian boy followed me and, right in the middle of a crowded promenade, put my hand on his dick under his robe, like 'check out how big and thick it is.' So they are totally fine doing it outdoors, and it seems like they don't really care if someone peeks.

I had a similar experience in Balapitiya; they don't just work with women. Handsome, muscular guys strut up and down the beach, trying to talk to white women. Just show them you're interested. The usual price for sex in the jungle is 5,000 rupees. But you have to be very careful, because there are a lot of bad guys among them. Don't tell them anything unnecessary (not even the name of the hotel) and don't give them your number.

I had a similar experience in Balapitiya; they don't just work with women. Handsome, muscular guys strut up and down the beach, trying to talk to white women. Just show them you're interested. The usual price for sex in the jungle is 5,000 rupees. But you have to be very careful, because there are a lot of bad guys among them. Don't tell them anything unnecessary (not even the name of the hotel) and don't give them your number.

In Diсkmans the service is better. But in Gomez everything is much simpler with sex. You just go to the reception and say: I want a massage.
I still advise you to move around the island, because it is more interesting and you will get much more impressions. But during my trip I met many men who only vacationed in Negombo.

I actually wanted to go there the next day. But instead of going to the El Dahar, the taxi driver took me somewhere in the sand and fucked me behind an advertising sign 🫣 So maybe next time

He's 19 (I asked), and I wouldn't say he's particularly attractive, just a nice young guy. It was a bit of a strange situation. At first, his father tried to sell me perfume by rubbing it all over my hands. I was sitting, and he was standing right in front of me, with a distinct bulge under his white dress. Of course, he noticed I was looking there sometimes. But then I started haggling (I can't stop, and usually the salespeople are ready to kill me), and in the end, the price was pretty low.
That's when he brought his son, introduced us, and left the shop, standing outside. The boy tried to sell me all sorts of useless things, and then offered to come to my place and have sex. But my hotel didn't allow guests, so I wasn't too keen on the idea. I continued sitting, and he decided to show me a papyrus. He turned off the light, unfolded the image, and shone a flashlight on it (I'm not sure why they do that). While I was looking, he lifted his dress, pulled down his underwear, and began to show me his cock. It was a neat, medium-sized brown dick with a beautiful head.
The boy took my hand and placed it on his dick, which was already rock-hard. Then he whispered, "Papyrus for 30 euros, and my juice as a gift." By this time, I was already very aroused, sank to the floor, and began sucking him off. At first, he simply stood there, but then he grabbed my head and began to fuck, driving his cock deeper. After a few of minutes, he inserted it all the way inside and, without letting go, came violently with a small groan.
He tucked his cock in, called his father for me to pay, and left. I took the papyrus and perfume, and on the way out, his father told me to come back tomorrow. He stood behind me, grabbed my hips, and pressed his hand against my back (I was slightly bent over). Then he made a sharp movement, as if thrusting his dick into my ass. He patted me on the back and, smiling, walked me to the door.
Sorry for the long text, sometimes it's hard for me to be brief

I did some research and even found a beach where beach boys offer their services (Diani Beach near Mumbasa). Sometimes they do it for gays too, it's possible. But it also turns out that homosexual relations are illegal in Kenya and can have very unpleasant consequences, including imprisonment. So I'd rather wait until they repeal these discriminatory laws.

I just watched the movie 'Paradies: Liebe' (2012), in which older German women have adventures with black boys in Kenya. (Disclaimer: many naked Deutsche women in the film!). These guys, on the beach and on the streets, pick up older women and fuck them for money. Do they also offer their services to gay men? Maybe anyone know?

Very hot day, around noon, app is showing 24C but it's clear sky and no wind, feels  hotter. I walk to Cornish beach area, 3.5 km, it's hot. Sit there an hour, decide to take a motorbike back to town. No available motorcycles at inDrive app.
I stop a regular taxi cab on the main road, it is basically a straight road back to Sheraton, we agree on 50 local, 90 cents US. Driver maybe 30, skinny, rough looking, on a phone the whole time, the other hand casually on a steering wheel. It's fun to see how relaxed drivers are here, also explains why accidents are waiting to happen any moment.
I put my hand on his crotch, he makes disapproving noises, I quickly take my hand away, he keeps talking on the phone as if nothing happened. A move like this could easily end with a smack on a mouth in Estonia, but here it doesn't rise an eyebrow, always a refreshing change from upright Eastern Europe and good change from a boring afternoon. 
In about 2 minutes we reach civilization, he ends his call, and casually says 'how much'. I take our the phone and type 600 in calculator app.
'5 minutes, my friend'.
He keeps driving through Sheraton Rd towards airport, that's where the abandoned construction sites are, pulls slightly off the main road, stops the car, engine running, opens his fly, I blow him, he comes within 3 minutes. We drive back, I get our at McDonald's.
It's still hot outside.

Hi everyone! 
Two weeks ago I got back home from a very nice trip to Dubai (before the war started) and Thailand and I want to share my experiences with you. 
I will write a separate trip report for my time in Thailand. This one only covers the 5 days I spent in Dubai. 
It was my first time in Dubai and it had never been too interesting to me to actually visit, but for this trip I just wanted to explore a new destination for a few days and Dubai seemed to be the right choice. 
I arrived on a Sunday morning and took the metro to my hotel. I specifically picked a hotel close to a metro station as that usually gives you quite some budget friendly and quick transportation options without having to use taxis/grab/bolt/etc. all the time. 
I did a bit of sightseeing and of course also had a look at Grindr and Romeo. Using a VPN, it was no problem to access the apps. I was surprised about the amount of guys using face pics. There were lots of Filipino and Indian guys, a few Arabs, and a few Africans. I had not specifically planned to hook up in Dubai but one guy from Senegal had gotten my attention, and I couldn't say no to that African twinkish jock, who was in his mid twenties. We chatted for a bit and I asked to meet him the next evening. I was really nervous how things are at hotels in Dubai. The elevator/stairs of my hotel were opposite of the reception and there was always a security guy present. Mister Senegal asked for my room number and name, in case he needs to register, but I wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to share that so I didn't and suggested to meet in front of the hotel. About 20min before our date I went outside of the hotel for a cigarette and waited next to a couple of other guys just sitting and smoking. He arrived on time and looked very handsome. We chatted a little and I used my very rusty French (language) skills. The profile pics definitely didn't lie and he was indeed a French speaker so Senegal could definitely be his country of origin. I felt a little anxious when we walked towards the hotel entrance, just totally unaware if anyone would stop or question us. No one did, we quickly got in the elevator and went to my room. He wasn't particularly shy and we had a pleasant time together. He certainly tasted good 😋. I didn't have much local currency on me, so I had offered him 50 Euros when we were chatting before, which he was happy about. He told me it was only his second month in Dubai and that he was looking for a job in a hotel. Once we were finished he left and I was very satisfied. 
I arranged a second date with him for my last night in Dubai. Same procedure with meeting in front of the hotel. This time I wasn't that anxious, considering how easy it was the first time. This time, the security guy interfered though, when we wanted to get into the elevator and asked if he was registered as a visitor. Pure awkwardness on my side in that moment but Mr. Senegal didn't seem to bother and just quickly showed his ID at the reception who typed in something on her computer and in about 1 minute we were good to go. It was pretty obvious what was happening, but the hotel staff stayed discreet and I might have even noticed a little smile from the muscular Arab security guy. I wouldn't have said no to him either... I still had a bit of a bad feeling if the visitor registration would cause any issues when checking out from the hotel. Anyway, we went up to my room and I enjoyed the time together with Mister Senegal once more. It was equally fun as the first time and once we were done and he had left, I started to prepare my luggage for the departure the next day. At checkout, there was no mentioning of my visitor or any extra charge, so I was relieved and glad that I took the opportunity to add Senegal on my list of nationalities I had sex with. 
My flight left Dubai on February 26 around 6pm towards Kuwait, where I had a connection to Bangkok. Considering the tension between the US, Israel and Iran the weeks prior, I was glad that my stay in Dubai was unaffected. Only short after my arrival in Thailand did I realize how lucky I actually was to still get out of the Gulf region just in time, when I read about the start of the war the next day. 
My next trip report will come soon and focus on the fabulous time I had in Jomtien and Bangkok. 
Cheers, Tom

Hey, after leaving Marrakesh, arrived in Hurghada on March 28, used a ride share app inDrive to get to Sheraton Rd. About 5 minute ride, cost 100 EGP, about $2 USD, from now on all prices in $, easier for everyone.
Driver about 25, handsome, I told him I'm renting a private apartment at Sheraton Rd, that's the main road at new Hurghada, it is not at the beach but this is where locals live and streets are lively. Anyway, I smiled at him few times, he got the hint, I bluntly offered to blow him. We did in his car, he drive off the main highway to town. Cost 400 EGP, $7.
I had booked a private apartment at Booking com, about 5 minute walk from Sheraton Rd McDonald's, smaller side street. Key in a locker box, no security, not even a front door to enter the stairway, nice and private, it seemed.
Apartment was nice enough, $20 per night, I only booked for 1 night, although I'm planning to stay in Hurghada 2 weeks. I ran in and out of the apartment several times, bought bottle of gin, then some other stuff, maybe in and out 3 times since arrived. Never saw anyone in the building, my apartment on 4th floor.
Now things get interesting. Sat next to a local guy at Sheraton Rd bench, there are several benches, from McDonald's down the street, many local guys are sitting around, sitting is free and they always ask for a cigarette. I bought a pack just to share, it's a good way to start conversation.
So in about 15 minutes I spoke to a guy, handsome enough, maybe 25, I said I have a private place, we walked to my building. And then suddenly there is a stranger, just a guy, a local, asking my guest something in Arabic, loud tone, shouting almost, looking almost angry. I had no clue who this guy is, but my guest spoke to him in Arabic, and told me in English that guest is not allowed in a building. I called my host, apartment owner in WhatsApp, we had spoken earlier about building location. He told me no guest is allowed. I replied, this is my home, I rented a full apartment from him, and my guest is my friend. NO! No guest allowed. 
So he suggested he knows a quiet place, few minutes taxi ride, we took a taxi, not far, a construction site with no fence, no staff, it was dark by then. I blew him, guy was super hot, wanted to fuck me, I declined, but he really enjoyed to bj, so did I, 600 EGP, $11. When I gave him the money, he was protesting, saying this is not enough even though we had agreed on this before. This is the usual song and dance in Morocco, Tunisia, Egypt. So I just ignored it and he gave up.
We took a taxi back, to the center, I walked around a bit, everywhere in the center local guys make eye contact, usually offering all kinds of substances. 
Later on I spoke to another guy, agreed on the money and we walked to a closed shop front, he had a key, a b,j again. Very handsome guy, maybe 25. I liked it very much. Arab straight guys are fairly aggressive during bj , not shy at all and I like it, it's almost never disappointing.
But what is a big disappointment is the situation with my so called private apartment. No guests. Just like ever hotel, except nowhere does it state this while you are booking the place. Contrary, booking site says 'private apartment with a private entrance'.
So I'm writing this next morning, I'm checking out, looking at other places in the neighborhood. The whole point of not staying in a hotel is privacy of apartment, without it there are downsides, no security, noise from the street all night. Thinking if I should fuck this host a claim a refund, not sure but seems unfair to misrepresent the booking conditions.
I'll stay in Hurghada, kõik for another place, see how it goes, will update, hopefully later tonight.
Btw, I am new here, but long time poster at Sawadteenetwork, nicks Whitemouse and Doubledutch,  met several members from there after spending last 10 years in Pattaya, staying 6 months every winter. Tried to register at gay-thailand here, ages ago, never heard from Admin and could not post. 

I just returned from a week in Ghana. It was fabulous. My first time in West-Africa, I visited Accra, Cape Coast and Elmina.
Accra is a lively and busy city full of markets. The action at night seems to take place in Oxford Street in Osu, one of the well-known neighbourhoods. Great cocktails are to be found in Republic Bar (and many others). Local DJ's sweep up te crowd. There is lots of prostitution, so take care when drunk. It is very easy to meet the locals in the bars and you will find no effort / issue doing what you like. Although men look handsome, I wasn't in the mood.
In Cape Coast, a five hours drive west from Accra (although less than 150 km), I was greeted by a surprising amount of guys. The rocks behind the famous fort play the role of an exclusive and excluded spot. Men approach you, show their (huge) penises, ask for you number, ... At night, I had dinner in a local restaurant and got hooked up by the waiter. He invited me to stay with him, what I refused. Bare in mind that an average European earns 40 times more than his Ghanaian counterpart. After dinner, I went for a walk in the old town (small) and a guy approached me for sex. I was shocked by the bluntness: 'I really want to fuck you very hard now.' Again, I politely refused. All men who approached me seemed good-looking (beautiful teeth for instance), fit (fitness culture), well-spoken (English mother tongue) and friendly.
I stayed at a cool resort at the coast near Elmina. The staff seems very attentive. Many of the guests seemed to have hooked up with members of staff. 

Here is my little experience in Sousse, but I was there 4 years ago. I lived in an All inclusive hotel very far from the city center, so the opportunities for sex were limited.
- I went to the center several times on a local minibus and once four local young Tunisians came up to me at the bus stop and started asking who I was vacationing with. When they found out that I was alone, they asked me directly if I wanted hashish or a dick. They offered to go with them and suck all four of them, but the area was practically deserted, besides, they spoke to each other in Arabic and laughed loudly about something, so I refused.
- In the Medina of Sousse in two shops I was openly offered sex, but the sellers were with friends and again laughed among themselves and showed gestures as if I was sucking a dick. I thought they were making fun of me and left.
- On the third day of my vacation, two guys from the hotel staff knocked on my room and openly asked me if I want sex. They had come to me before to fix the air conditioner, so I knew who they were. I agreed, because they had already entered my room and were standing very-very close to me, so I immediately got excited. They were about 25 years old, their cocks were big and very hard, like a rock. It was rough and very depraved, they were both in an active role. There was a lot of sperm)) I gave them 10 dollars each, although they persistently asked for more. They came again another day and everything repeated itself.
- I found a hamam in Sousse with a good rating on Google maps, its name is Anti-Stress Hammam, and went there in the afternoon. The owner himself met me and treated me very respectfully. He himself selected a master for me, a nice muscular guy. I suppose he immediately understood what kind of master I needed, although he did not say a word about it. At first, we went to the sauna, he sat behind me a little higher in a towel and squeezed me tightly with his legs. I felt how the head of his dick sometimes touched my back. I was just exploding with excitement. Then we went to another room, he took off my swimming trunks, massaged me a little and we went into a small shower stall. The boy put me on my knees, took off his towel and pressed my face to his dick. It was not very big, but very thick. Maybe it's some kind of chemistry between people, but as soon as I felt him in my mouth I felt a big surge of excitement and love. I really enjoyed caressing him, however, he did not finish and after 5 minutes we left the shower for the next room. It was a massage room, in which a naked man was already lying and a hairy Arab was giving him a massage. I lay down on the second table and my master began to give me a massage. He immediately removed my towel, so I was naked too. The massage itself was not professional, just relaxing. At some point he started to spread my ass cheeks and touch my hole. I turned around and saw that the masseur next to me was looking straight at my ass and had a boner in his towel. I didn't know how it would end and just relaxed. He massaged my hole, pressed it with his finger, but nothing more. After the massage, he gave me his Instagram and told me to write if I wanted more. But it was my last day in Tunisia, so there was no more.
Overall, I liked Tunisia, especially the sea and the beaches, but I'm not sure I would want to go back. I didn't feel safe there. Suffice it to say that there were security guards with real machine guns on our beach.

You can not take a local to your riad (a house) in Morocco, possible exception if you are renting the whole house. But even if you rent a house, there are always older locals watching, and local guys who you are planning to hook up, they refuse to visit because they know someone is always watching.
Goes without saying, hotels are also hopeless, past few years I've been to Marrakesh 7 times, several weeks each time, last visit in January. In January I stayed in cheap hotels just off el-Fnaa, several of them, each time me being the only foreigner, also no way to host. These hotels are super cheap and foreigners just don't end up in these hotels. The only way to meet a local guy would be if he happens to stay in the same hotel, these hotels always have many males staying. But even then locals are visibly paranoid. 
Airbnb, not much better, but every apartment is different, most Airbnb in Marrakesh have a local staffer hanging around by the entrance, they seem to be neighbors, always older men, sitting outside, watching like hawks. Now, we may not care who sees what, but local guys who you try to invite in, they are afraid. 
This is such needless headache everywhere in Morocco, local guys making eye contact all the time, they know why a single white guy is walking around Marrakesh, but there's nowhere to go. The only scores I've managed have mostly been outdoors, abandoned buildings, empty lots, there are many especially outskirts of Medina. They all expect a small tip, they are all tops, it is a bj and it's over within a minute lol.
Still, I'm heading back to Marrakesh this Tuesday. Anyone up for mint tea, just for a chat, lets meet in coffee shop, the on on square are open daytime as well even during Ramadan. Ramada is over on March 20th.

For Luxor, I'd recommend the Iberotel Luxor. The staff is unobtrusive, the breakfasts are excellent, the pool is great, and everything is very clean and safe. Situated at the very beginning of the Corniche, it's very convenient for walking. McDonald's, Luxor Temple, and restaurants for every taste are nearby. All the action is right here. I had a room facing the road, it was a little noisy, but it didn't bother me at all.
In Aswan, I stayed at the Hapi Hotel. Despite its popularity with Europeans, the facilities there are very-very average. I wouldn't go there again, although all the entertainment is close by.
In both cities, it's better to stay on the eastern side; they're more lively and active. The western parts (including Elephantine Island) fall asleep in the evenings.

For Luxor, I'd recommend the Iberotel Luxor. The staff is unobtrusive, the breakfasts are excellent, the pool is great, and everything is very clean and safe. Situated at the very beginning of the Corniche, it's very convenient for walking. McDonald's, Luxor Temple, and restaurants for every taste are nearby. All the action is right here. I had a room facing the road, it was a little noisy, but it didn't bother me at all.
In Aswan, I stayed at the Hapi Hotel. Despite its popularity with Europeans, the facilities there are very-very average. I wouldn't go there again, although all the entertainment is close by.
In both cities, it's better to stay on the eastern side; they're more lively and active. The western parts (including Elephantine Island) fall asleep in the evenings.

You can really find hot adventures just walking the streets late at night, going into souvenir shops and using taxis that are parked on the streets (not from apps!). Preferably with the look of an inquisitive and slightly naive tourist. When they ask if you are married, just answer that you prefer men. And if they are interested - then everything will be easy.
If you go to Hurghada, then the main places are Mamsha, Sheraton and El Dahar. In Luxor and Aswan - the embankments closer to night. In Cairo, it is better to look at the pyramids and leave.
On my first trip the guy was always cleaning at about the same time even if I was in the room. I just sat on the balcony smoking while he cleaned. The second time I was in a nearby hotel and they never came in if I was in the room.

I stayed at the Regalia complex and found it very convenient. There are a lot of AirBnb offers at a good price. You get a good quality apartment where you can host guests. There is a pool on the roof and a great view of the city, several guys from Grindr asked me to invite them to that pool. Nearby is Putra train station, PWTC metro station and Sunway Putra Mall. Taxis arrive in a minute (I used Grab).
Here is one of the options on AirBnb: https://www.airbnb.ru/rooms/15759358
As for guys, you will have a lot of options on Grindr. Malays, Chinese, Indians, Pakistanis, Filipinos... A lot of different guys. Some are just looking for fun, and some are ready to become a companion for the whole trip.

He's 19 (I asked), and I wouldn't say he's particularly attractive, just a nice young guy. It was a bit of a strange situation. At first, his father tried to sell me perfume by rubbing it all over my hands. I was sitting, and he was standing right in front of me, with a distinct bulge under his white dress. Of course, he noticed I was looking there sometimes. But then I started haggling (I can't stop, and usually the salespeople are ready to kill me), and in the end, the price was pretty low.
That's when he brought his son, introduced us, and left the shop, standing outside. The boy tried to sell me all sorts of useless things, and then offered to come to my place and have sex. But my hotel didn't allow guests, so I wasn't too keen on the idea. I continued sitting, and he decided to show me a papyrus. He turned off the light, unfolded the image, and shone a flashlight on it (I'm not sure why they do that). While I was looking, he lifted his dress, pulled down his underwear, and began to show me his cock. It was a neat, medium-sized brown dick with a beautiful head.
The boy took my hand and placed it on his dick, which was already rock-hard. Then he whispered, "Papyrus for 30 euros, and my juice as a gift." By this time, I was already very aroused, sank to the floor, and began sucking him off. At first, he simply stood there, but then he grabbed my head and began to fuck, driving his cock deeper. After a few of minutes, he inserted it all the way inside and, without letting go, came violently with a small groan.
He tucked his cock in, called his father for me to pay, and left. I took the papyrus and perfume, and on the way out, his father told me to come back tomorrow. He stood behind me, grabbed my hips, and pressed his hand against my back (I was slightly bent over). Then he made a sharp movement, as if thrusting his dick into my ass. He patted me on the back and, smiling, walked me to the door.
Sorry for the long text, sometimes it's hard for me to be brief

It's really hard to rate. Just imagine: night, the desert, the mystical atmosphere of Egypt. You're speeding down the highway, jerking off the driver's cock, sometimes leaning over and licking the head. This turned me on even more than the sex itself. Then we stop at a huge billboard, hide behind it, undress, and he starts sucking my nipples furiously and biting them hard. We are naked in the desert, with cars speeding right next to us. We kiss a lot, hug, then I kneel and give him a blowjob.
And then, as is typical of Egyptians, a couple of minutes, and he cums. After that, he says that taking me back to the hotel is an additional fee, $20. We start arguing fiercely; I'm willing to walk, but in the end, we agree on $1.
We drive back, he puts his hand down my shorts and starts jerking me off. As we pull up to my hotel, I cum and get out of the taxi with a big stain on my shorts. That's what it's like, a real crazy Egypt.