Disclaimer
This narrative does not occur in reality, and occurs in an STD-free world. Any related names, places, events or otherwise are purely coincidental. This text contains graphic depictions of homosexual acts and intercourse between adult men. If it is against the law for you to view such material, then kindly don't. Named characters portrayed are all 18 years or older, as is the Author.
- North African Campaign -
Nathan enjoyed the structure of western cities like London, Sydney and Los Angeles, where – despite relative expense and a high cost of living – it was easy to get around without becoming lost, and one could feel relatively safe, even late into the night and early morning. The city of Marrakesh, Morocco was essentially the opposite, crowded streets which often did not even have names, and a spiderweb of stalls and street vendors – the Souks – which only locals could navigate with any certainty. Being only 19, Nathan could not resist the extraordinarily low cost of living however – a cheap dinner for 15 Dirhams (about 1,5€) and a taxi anywhere local for 20. While there was no need for a visa, there was a 90-day maximum stay for most tourists, and Nathan figured that he would head back to the UK for a while, maybe returning later in the year.
After spending a few months in the centre of Marrakesh – the Medina' – Nathan knew most of the seemingly complex routes and had begun to walk with the confidence of a local, dodging the mosquito-like motorcycles and erratic taxi drivers which cluttered the already crowded streets. While young men still offered to guide him round – Nathan's caucasian complexion often proved to be the bane of his existence – many had seen him before and knew that there were better targets. Those who persisted he shook off easily. A lack of employment opportunities drove many young men to become unofficial guides, who wore down tourists with constant offers of often disingenuous help, leading unsuspecting Westerners in a circle and then demanding a fee for their service'.
Of course, the low costs had not been the only attraction for Nathan, his preference for darker skinned guys and their brown to caramel tones had no doubt played a part. Despite the Muslim majority in Morocco, sex between men was not rare, and the horny youths of the Medina had to get their rocks off somehow – not usually minding who they were fucking, or who was fucking them. Few opportunities had presented themselves to Nathan, however, who had been finding it more difficult than in the UK, where he had had decent pickings of Paki and Indian guys before finishing sixth form. Poor Moroccan youths who had not become `guides' often sold themselves, but while readily available and cheap, Nathan wasn't about to take advantage of them.
It was the end of summer now, and the heat was becoming more bearable – tourist numbers ballooned and so did the number of youths looking to make an easy few Dirhams. Usually Nathan just looked on, as most of them were fairly harmless and gave up without resistance. One couple looked especially bothered however, as a spotty teen attempted to guide them to "the square", he had likely seen the mans Rolex and his companions Louis Vuitton handbag – easy money to be made.
"Look mate, fuck off. We didn't need directions five minutes ago, and we don't need them now"
Their faces betrayed them though, and they looked quite lost.
"Where are you staying?" Nathan asked the couple after shooing away the sweaty teen.
Pleased to see a white face, the man responded:
"Riad le Jardin, at least I think that's how you say it..."
"I'll take you back if you like? Don't worry I wont charge you. Just a favour for fellow travellers"
"Thanks so much, we just took one wrong turn, and then we had no idea where we were, this place is a fucking maze" said the woman as they sidestepped a buzzing moped in the narrow Souk.
Arriving at the riad – a grand `U' shaped house which surrounds a courtyard (many were now hotels for tourists) – the couple told Nathan that it was an inheritance from the man's – Thomas' – parents, who had both recently died.
"To be quite honest, we both find this place less than charming, and if we did come again, we probably wouldn't step outside anyways"
"We are going to sell it" added the woman – Rosie – bluntly.
As Nathan turned to leave, Thomas started talking again: "The thing is, we would need someone to keep it tidy and ready for inspections, I realise we only just met, but we would rather hire a Brit than a local and you seem to know the city quite well. Also, we really don't want to be here any longer than we have to... you could stay here of course, and we would pay you for your time and effort, what do you say?"
Nathan was in no position to turn down free accommodation and easy work – especially when both were in such a beautiful location.
"Sure, when do I start?" Nathan said, trying not to sound too excited.
"Great!", Thomas beamed, "bring your things over now if you like".
Nathan couldn't believe his luck, a rich couple handing him the keys to their riad like it was nothing. He grinned to himself as he sauntered down the street, no more living week to week in that squalid apartment with squat toilets, and the constant stream of people in and out of the building. In addition, he now had somewhere impressive and private to bring any cute guys he found back to, maybe he could get a Moroccan youth to live there with him, who could help out with cleaning the house in exchange for a nice bed. No, Nathan was getting ahead of himself, he didn't know when the place would sell, it could be next week for all he knew. Nathan decided to make the best of it though, he had to leave in around a month anyways.
Thomas and Rosie had already left and handed him the keys, so Nathan was making his way back to his rented room for the last time. Walking past a group of youths dressed in their fake Nike and Gucci tracksuits and caps, a boy who was probably a year younger than Nathan – and who he had seen on this corner before – jumped over and walked next to him, placing his arm over Nathan's shoulder. The teen had a slightly thicker build than Nathan and a cute smile, his pink lips contrasting with his caramel cheeks. After asking a couple of questions about where Nathan was from and where he was going the teens voice turned serious:
"You want to buy some hashish? Its good stuff my brother..."
The Rif Mountains in Northern Morocco contains the largest cannabis cultivation area in the world and Nathan was often asked if he wanted to buy some hashish or `kif' by local boys. While many of these offers were scams designed by corrupt police or criminals, Nathan enjoyed a nice joint and told the boy that he would, it would be a nice celebration of his newfound accommodation and income.
The teen led Nathan into a nearby alley and pulled out a joint, after paying he boy for a little baggie of buds, they smoked the joint and Nathan started to make his way back to the street. He felt a tug on his shoulder though, as the boy reeled him back into the deserted alley. Believing he was about to be robbed of his remaining cash and weed, Nathan got ready to run.
Instead, the teen pulled Nathan closer to him and spoke into his ear:
"You have been looking at me before, yes?"
"I... Uhh...", Nathan stumbled over words, unable to deny his previous ogling of the youth.
"You want to see the rest? No?" The boy smiled slyly.
This was surely too good to be true, first the riad, now a caramel Moroccan teen asking if Nathan wanted to fuck him. He was pretty chuffed with how his day had turned out. While Nathan asked the youth if He wanted to come back to the house he had just acquired, the boy told him he had somewhere private `enough' and he made no attempt to conceal the obvious – and surprisingly large – bulge through his tracksuit pants. Evidently the teen had been sex-starved for a while and hadn't been able to find an opportunity – either that or he had a want for some tourist cock to replace his usual meal of local brown dick. Either way, Nathan was all too happy to oblige.
The youths drug dealing evidently provided him with more than a liveable income, as they entered a larger room which the boy said was "just for me and you". A large queen sized mattress lay on the floor and was surprisingly clean, in fact, the whole room was in quite good shape and Nathan wondered if the drug deal had been more than just coincidence.
"I'm Ali", the boy said with a smile as he took his tracksuit top off, revealing a singlet covered body which looked like it had grown up in the Medina. His chest looked strong, but he wasn't bulging out of his clothes. Nathan took this as a sign and removed his own t-shirt. Ali walked over with a big grin:
"How big are you?" he asked.
"You'll have to show me first, after all, you were the one that asked me if I wanted to see you..." Nathan replied wryly.
At first Ali looked concerned – he must have been used to getting his way – but then he decided to stick to his promise. Standing just short of Nathan, he began to stroke his own bulge, making very obvious the size of his engorged member – which was just shorter than Nathan's own seven inches. Ali slowly pulled his singlet off, revealing more of the same smooth caramel skin and moderately sized nipples which Nathan yearned to massage. Pulling off his track pants, Ali revealed his brown legs, covered in wisps of black hair, which grew steadily longer towards his package that was still concealed by a pair of skimpy underwear. Nonetheless, Nathan had a much better view of Ali's cock now, which stood quivering behind the green underwear. Nathan reached out and grabbed the caramel dick, massaging it through the Ali's undersized cock restraint, which they both thought would break given any further strain.
Finally pulling off his last layer, Ali's cock sprung up to his chest, the glossy member was uncut – which surprised Nathan. Ali gave Nathan a sexy grin as his dick dripped drops of precum onto the carpet below, both teens had never wanted something so badly. Nathan dropped down, desperate to clean up any remaining boy juice before it disappeared, he licked Ali's remaining pre off the tip of his cock and then took the head into his mouth. While Ali pushed his dick further into Nathan's waiting mouth, Nathan brought his hands up to Ali's soft ass, massaging his soft but somehow firm cheeks and pushing Ali's crotch and cock closer to his mouth, desperate to get every last inch wet and lubed up with spit. Ali moaned as Nathan scraped his dick lightly with his teeth, and he had to refrain from cumming in Nathan's mouth then and there. Meanwhile, Nathan's hands slipped between Ali's cheeks and found his pink hole, which despite taking a fair share of decent sized cock, was still tight and firm to Nathan's touch. Ali continued to moan as Nathan brought one of his fingers back into his mouth to wet it, and promptly brought it back towards Ali's pink cunt, pushing in towards his prostate. Ali's mind flashed back to being fingered just weeks ago by Omar and Jamal, who had proceeded to spit-roast him and then dump their loads in his hole – Omar at least had the courtesy to eat him out afterwards.
Nathan knew how to please the Moroccan teen, perfectly timing his fingers penetration with his licks and Ali's thrusts. Ali motioned towards the mattress as Nathan pulled off of his cock, leaving it wet and glistening. As he rose, Nathan quickly removed his pants, that had been concealing his own hard member – which he brought to Ali's attention. Nathan lay spread eagle on the mattress as Ali crawled towards his crotch on his hands and knees. Now Nathan's own dick and ass could receive some attention as Ali placed his head down, licking from the back of Nathan's tight pussy, over his cunt, along the ridge to his balls. Taking Nathan's sack in his mouth, Ali played with his balls before releasing them, then continued up his shaft to Nathan's bulging head. As Ali bobbed up and down, Nathan was reminded of his encounter with Dinesh in fifth form, after all the sweaty boys had piled into the locker room, showered and left, and just the two of them were left. He thought that had been the best head he'd ever got and would get, Ali seemed to be proving that wrong...
Realising it was only a matter of time until both he and Nathan came, Ali took the opportunity to pull Nathan's now sweaty body to the side of the mattress for better purchase. He spat into his palm and slowly rubbed his throbbing brown cock, after working his cock for a few seconds he pushed his index and forefinger into Nathan's hole, working it around them to get it loose enough for his dick. After placing a third finger in, he continued to rub the wet boycunt as he leant over and nibbled Nathan's nipples before moving to Nathan's quivering cock and giving it a final lick as he extended his fingers into the other teens prostate. Ali positioned Nathan's hole over the edge of the mattress and placed the head of his cock on the pussy he had worked open with his fingers. Nathan gasped as Ali's slick chocolate cock began to enter him, as the head passed into his cunt Nathan felt a wave of pleasure wash over him as he looked up at the cute caramel teen who would soon be dumping his cum in Nathan's hole.
As Ali rocked back and forth into the other teens ass he gripped Nathan's cock and stroked it in time with his strong thrusts, now it was Nathan moaning as he took the whole length of the North African teen. Close to cumming, Ali took his cock out of Nathan's hole and crawled up above him on the mattress. Seeing what Ali wanted Nathan took the slick cock into his mouth and sucked the mix of his and Ali's saliva and his own sweat and boy juices. After Nathan had cleaned up Ali's cock sufficiently, Ali moved his head towards Nathan's member and lubed it up with spit, using some on his own hole as well. As Ali positioned himself over Nathan, the teen began stretching out Ali's cunt with his fingers, Nathan's hard cock dribbled precum and he rubbed it into his member for more lubrication. Ali lowered himself onto Nathan's throbbing cock and started jacking his own dick over Nathan's chest.
Extending the length of his pulsing cock into Ali's now loose pussy, Nathan reached around to his own ass and began rubbing it, massaging in the globs of precum which Ali had left behind. Seeing Nathan biting his lip in pleasure, Ali reached down and joined Nathan's hand in pleasuring him, their wet digits met and twisted round one another as Ali continued to ride Nathan's throbbing cock, which could only ooze so much before releasing all his pent- up boy juices.
As both teens moaned in ecstasy, Ali felt himself letting go of his body, and soon thick strings of his stark white cum – contrasting with his caramel brown body – spurted onto Nathan's chest. Seeing the spectacle of the North African teen riding and cumming on him was too much for Nathan, and as he scooped some of the Moroccan's cum onto his own dick he – and Ali – felt it harden. Soon he was jizzing into Ali's sloppy cunt, loosened to such an extent that Nathan's cum leaked back out onto his dick. As both teens gasped rapidly for air, Ali collapsed over Nathan, whose cock slipped out of Ali's pussy with a slick `pop', and leaked the remainder of his juice onto the mattress. The two boy's hands returned to their mouths, as they sucked Nathan's ass and Ali's cock juices off their digits, then exchanged them with a long kiss.
- FIN (for now) –
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