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Thanks bud! I will explore this hotel next time haha. The guy you hooked up with in the steam room is a local? That’s super hot. I also went to the Grand Egyptian Museum and it was amazing! Definitely worth a visit, i agree.

I stayed at Westin Katameya Dunes. It was not so tough because there’s a bar in the hotel, so i just told him to go to the bar, and then from there we went to my room. This hotel also has villa-type rooms (vs like a hotel building) so it was quite easy to sneak him in.

I remember seeing people ask about Cairo here, and i’ve finally experienced it for the first time last week. So i thought i’d share my own experience. For context, i was there for a few days (Saturday night until Wednesday morning) for work. I only had a few nights to explore outside of my scheduled meetings. I saw somewhere a recommendation of a hammam where some guys were offered hand jobs or more. Since this place was only 20 minutes from my hotel, I went there twice (it also helps that massages are quite cheap in Cairo). Wary that this is a sensitive topic in Egypt, i’m not going to post here the name of the place, but feel free to DM me if you are visiting soon. The first time (Sunday night), i was assigned a hot masseur (bald but with facial hair, which i loved, and he looked super masculine), he was wearing a tshirt but i could tell he had a toned bidy, but not that tall (maybe 164cm). He massaged me quite well, and gave special attention to my glutes. I knew he was onto something because he would always ask, ‘Good massage??’ whenever he’d glide his hands through my butt crack. And every time, i’d let out a moan-ish ‘Yeah…’ so he knows i’m also up for it lol. When it was time to turn around, i noticed he kept looking at the print of my hard dick under the towel. When he would massage my upper thighs, he would lift the towel a bit more and glance at it, and would find a way for his arms (not his hands) to very teasingly brush against it. He moved above my head and started massaging my torso and, to my surprise, played with my nipples! At this point i had been giving soft moans to signal i was enjoying and that was more than willing to go wherr he wanted to take the massage lol. It was at this moment, when i was sooo turned on and bricked up, that he said ‘Give me good tip?’, to which i replied ‘For sure!’. He then reached for my dick (which was at this point already had so much pre cum lol), and jerked me off. He moved to my side to get closer to my dick, and jerked my off with one hand while the other played with my nipple. I kept looking at him and was letting out moans, but he took my hand and put it on my dick, kind of telling me to jerk off myself. I didn’t mind since i’m into nipple play and both his hands were playing with my nipples, while i jerked myself off until i came. He then made me take a shower in the en suite bathroom. I gave him a 400EGP tip in the end, and seemed happy to receive it. In total (including that tip), i spent 1200EGP which is like 20€ (talk about bang for your buck!). The next night (Monday), i went to the same place and tried also getting a Turkish bath to see if there was anything happening in that area. Long story short — nothing happened. But still, it was quite hot to see locals in the steam bath, sauna, and pool. Some of them chatted me up, but i don’t think that kind of thing happens in that place. A twinky guy (who looked 17yo 😭) bathed me and scrubbed me down, but again, nothing happened. When it was time for my massage, i was led to the massage rooms where a super hot and manly guy was waiting for me. I got super excited because he was very buff, tall, and handsome. Dark skinned, with nice face, and a very nice chunky body. He looked young, too. Unfortunately, though, while the massage was great, he did not show any signs that he wanted to offer a happy ending. I asked him in the end if he wanted a nice tip, but he said ‘Anything you give is enough.’ I tried to push a bit more by fixing my dick under the towel, but he would just look at me and said ‘I hope to see you again, Sir.’ I didn’t push it any further, and just thought the quality of the massage was still worth it. I gave him a 200EGP tip and he seemed happy too. Also, funnily, i met the owner while waiting for my uber (lol) outside. On my last night (Tuesday), i had contemplated if i wanted to go for a third time (in a row lol), but in the afternoon, a super hot 27yo athletic local hit me up on Grindr and wanted to meet at night. We ended up spending more than 3 hours together, so i wasn’t able to go anymore. Let me know if you want a rundown of what happened there. Overall, despite pretty harsh laws and horror stories online, i still found my fair share of gay fun in Cairo. Everything is quite cheap, and the men are just hot. 100% would recommend and would come back.

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. — 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.