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Talking to a friend recently about past experiences (and since the lockdowns everything seems in the past!), I mentioned a guy who I had four encounters with about 8/10 years ago. I was driving a bus late one evening and a guy about my own age (28/29 at the time) was agitated and wanted to get on the bus, but had no pass or money). As it was late in the evening, so no "revenue" guys likely to be around, I let him get on - something a lot of us do anyway, regardless of sex in the late evening in East London. To my surprise the guy stayed near my cab even though the lower deck was empty. You have to be very careful since CCTV on these buses record everything, and one of the rules is you don't speak to the driver while he is driving, and you don't respond to passengers, except briefly for directions etc.
When we got to the end of the route, he got off, and I just had that feeling that we all get from time to time that there might be a reason why he stayed on to the end of the route. I had a 15 minute break before turnaround and walked across the road to where there were some trees (and n no houses or shops), and took a pee. He followed and did the same thing. Not a lot could happen on an autumn evening but I gave him my number and told him to ring me. He said nothing, and I assumed that was all I would hear. Next day I got a call from him and we met up. He was clearly really up for it, I am not the greatest looker in London, so I guessed he was desperate, and we had marvellous sex - he had shaved his balls and crack and his chest hair, and though I didn't ask about religion, I guessed he was Muslim as he was radically circumcised, which is the biggest turn on for me. Though in his late twenties the hairlessness made him look really boyish. He told me later that body shaving is part of the ritual for Muslim men, and it occured to me what a good hygienic practice it was.
We met up another three times, and did everything - we'd start off with a mutual massage, and end with me fucking him. What I liked so much about him, was that there was no play-acting with fake moans and screams, he just took it stoically and liked to experiment with positions. I do remember on our first time he asked me if I were Jewish, as I am white and cut, and I just told him no, I was just lucky, which made him happy I think.
On our last meeting he told me he came from a very strict family and that if his parents or brother found out what he was doing he would be in trouble, and I could sense this wasn't a get-out clause, he really was scared of being "found out". In the end we had an agreement and we stayed friends and I would get the occasional phone call, which went on for three or four years till he told me he was getting married and wouldn't call again.
I often wonder how his life has worked out this past decade, if he ever gets tempted and acts upon it, and I can only image his guilt afterwards (I assume he had that guilt after our sessions).
I have been with a few Jewish guys as well, and they often have guilt, but often because they worry what their mums would say - it is a mild guilt, I think, and not based on fear.
Since my times with that lovely lad I have often felt I would like to become intimate friends with another Muslim guy, because, as I said there is no screaming and moaning, just intense fun and feelings, and no "dirty talk" which I am crass at, that I would like to get back from my first Muslim mate.
When we got to the end of the route, he got off, and I just had that feeling that we all get from time to time that there might be a reason why he stayed on to the end of the route. I had a 15 minute break before turnaround and walked across the road to where there were some trees (and n no houses or shops), and took a pee. He followed and did the same thing. Not a lot could happen on an autumn evening but I gave him my number and told him to ring me. He said nothing, and I assumed that was all I would hear. Next day I got a call from him and we met up. He was clearly really up for it, I am not the greatest looker in London, so I guessed he was desperate, and we had marvellous sex - he had shaved his balls and crack and his chest hair, and though I didn't ask about religion, I guessed he was Muslim as he was radically circumcised, which is the biggest turn on for me. Though in his late twenties the hairlessness made him look really boyish. He told me later that body shaving is part of the ritual for Muslim men, and it occured to me what a good hygienic practice it was.
We met up another three times, and did everything - we'd start off with a mutual massage, and end with me fucking him. What I liked so much about him, was that there was no play-acting with fake moans and screams, he just took it stoically and liked to experiment with positions. I do remember on our first time he asked me if I were Jewish, as I am white and cut, and I just told him no, I was just lucky, which made him happy I think.
On our last meeting he told me he came from a very strict family and that if his parents or brother found out what he was doing he would be in trouble, and I could sense this wasn't a get-out clause, he really was scared of being "found out". In the end we had an agreement and we stayed friends and I would get the occasional phone call, which went on for three or four years till he told me he was getting married and wouldn't call again.
I often wonder how his life has worked out this past decade, if he ever gets tempted and acts upon it, and I can only image his guilt afterwards (I assume he had that guilt after our sessions).
I have been with a few Jewish guys as well, and they often have guilt, but often because they worry what their mums would say - it is a mild guilt, I think, and not based on fear.
Since my times with that lovely lad I have often felt I would like to become intimate friends with another Muslim guy, because, as I said there is no screaming and moaning, just intense fun and feelings, and no "dirty talk" which I am crass at, that I would like to get back from my first Muslim mate.