Getting fucked in Morocco!

I was in Tangier one time. There are lots of coffee shops serving the traditional mint tea. These coffee shops cater only to men since Morocco is a male society and men socialize with other men. The tables at these coffee shops are not individual. We have to share a big table with a lot o men. So there I was sharing a cup of mint tea with totally strangers. Suddenly I felt my leg being pushed by the leg of the man sitting next to me. I kept cool and I felt his leg pushing again. So I lowered my hand and put on my thigh. He grabbed my hand and put on his cock already out and hard like a rock. Then he got up and signal to follow him which I did. We went to an alley and there he made me suck his dick and then turned me around and pushed his cock into my hole using only spit as a lube. It hurted but I enjoyed it enormously. Moroccan men fucking pushing their dicks inside the hole, taking it out completely to insert it very roughly again. He went back to his table and when I walked by the other men were laughing. He probably told them the details of our fucking. I probably gave a hint that I was gay. I had so many good men and good cocks in Morocco.
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I am intersted in this, beacise I know lots of arab amd north ASfrican guys on the net. Across the board Arab and Morroccan/ North African men seem to do the fucking whatever their nature, even if they actually are gay. there are a few exceptions , but i know for a fact that one guy I know - from Oman , - is deried by his fllwoow middle easterners because he allows a guy typ fuck him too. -as if he is less a man than them. It is a cultural imprataive, but it is very much against the intersts of gay guiys in those countries. The problem of course is that yeah getting shafted hard and rougly by a big dicked arab is fairly high on the "good sensations to have before you die" list
Tony x
 
It was the same in Egypt, lots of men-only places like coffee shops and cafes and always those dark eyes looking deep into my soul. I thought it must be something in the coffee - or my very whiteness -but I was continually being propositioned by a variety of men of differing ages and always keen to explore their sexuality. I was allowed to suck their cock but sucking mine want on the menu, baring my ass was what they wanted and knew how to fill it and pleasure me. I was shagged mainly in dingy dark back rooms standing up, spit was the lube of choice and my nipples the place to hold onto as they grazed my hole with the end of their cocks before slipping, forcing diving inside me. Some of the most intense fucks as they really did almost pull out before driving slowly deep inside me, a few times it felt like their cum would shoot out of my mouth it was so intense. I made notes on the guys and added to the number all the time. The only guy who had me more than once was working in the hotel, cute, young, lithe and very confident and his age wasn't a deterrent to his sexual ability. Nightly my late night coffee/brandy was delivered, always the same inquisitive smile, the head slightly on one side and what look like a bag of bones inside his gallibaya, his loose kaftan style garment, sensual and when he stood against the light his body showed through, and I knew it was all he was wearing, his outlined semi lob gave it away. Every night he undressed me, then slipped out of his clothes and revealed a huge half hard uncut cock already glistening with pre cum. I touched, kissed and fondled, explored his body with my hands, his buttocks I knew were out of bounds and then when I'd enticed him into a full erection he'd flip me, legs in the air, doggy however he wanted to get me to penetrate me. He always insisted on fingering me open, he realised he was big and every time I hope the pain wouldn't be as bad, and indeed in time it wasn't. Slowly he pushed in till his balls hit base and then the rhythmic fucking began, slowly, building to a crescendo till he reached a climax. So much cock, so thick I could feel every drop forced into me, his cock expanded as he shot. Invariably he would then lift me to a more comfortable position and lie spooning with his cock buried deep inside me waiting for his second fuck, this time me on my front. him rising and falling and pumping my buttocks. After his second ejaculation he'd slip his cock out, dress, a little bow and go. For fucks that was the most fucking ever on holiday and in so many ways I became a fuck slut, before what became my nightly ritual I'd have already been shagged by at least two guys during the day. Returning home I was suddenly faced with not being had, done, rogered and needed another holiday.
 

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