The Men of Madrid

We love vacationing in Madrid, with all its beautiful museums, palaces and parks, and especially all those beautiful men. Men from all over the world, enough variety to satisfy all our fantasies.

One afternoon we took a stroll in the Retiro Park to get some fresh air. On our way back to the City Center, we saw this gorgeous man walking in front of us. From his looks we guessed he was Moroccan. He wore a white, finely ribbed T-shirt which hugged his large torso. Very short sleeves stretched over his large biceps. I’m sure he bought clothes one size too small, just to show off his beautiful body! White slacks, suggesting a beautiful butt. No visible underwear. With every step, he moved his hips like a dancer. His white, expensive clothes made his shiny copper skin and black hair stand out. A guy to die for! But all we did was to walk behind him, fantasizing how to fuck him.

He glanced back and our eyes locked for just one moment. Or did I imagine it? When he turned his body we could see his protruding chest and his flat abdomen. This guy had a dream body. Would he be nice too? We must have piqued his interest as he slowed down just a little bit; we picked up our pace. We had found the ideal pretext to strike up a conversation: we would ask him the way to Chueca, the gay district. All of a sudden we heard a jogger behind us: a beautiful black man, in a soccer uniform. He stopped next to our Moroccan; they embraced and started to talk. We pretended to look at some of the buildings to keep at a safe distance.

The black guy was equally beautiful: legs like pillars, arms that could strangle you, his head shaved bold. Surely a professional soccer player, we decided. He was sweating profusely, making his skin glister in the sun. Our fantasies were running wild. In our imagination the soccer player was going to fuck the Moroccan, and we would be invited to participate. We started to walk up to them when they embraced again and parted their ways: the black guy turned right and the Moroccan continued his way.

Our best laid plans fell apart. What now? We had to take a quick decision. My partner Ralph was so turned on by the soccer player that he wanted to follow him. So, I pursued this hot, elegant Moroccan.

After a block or two, the cute Moroccan unlocked a parked sports car and stepped in. I continued walking and when I was close to the car, he bent over, opened the passenger door, and asked me whether I wanted a ride. My heart rate doubled and I stepped in. He had moved his sunglasses into his hair and I could now see his beautiful, smiling eyes. 

“Hi, I’m Omar” he said, “You’ve been following me quite a while.” 

I was stunned, not knowing what to say. He looked me straight in the eyes and asked

“And where is your gorgeous friend?” 

Did I pick up a trace of disappointment in his voice that Ralph was not with me? Or would he have preferred Ralph to have followed him instead of me? Should I tell him the truth? My voice trembled when I told him that Ralph had followed the soccer player.

“Oh, Mamadu! Isn’t he great?”

I had to agree. Mamadu indeed did look terrific and when Ralph decided to follow him, I’d felt a pang on disappointment. But I was here now with this gorgeous guy and I wouldn’t show him anything of these feelings.

“Yes, he looks terrific” I said “but so do you!”

Omar laughed, smiled at me and said “Thanks”. No compliment about how I looked like, but the fact that he had picked me up told me that he found me attractive. Up close I could see how stunningly beautiful he really was. His eyes were strikingly beautiful and seductive, his lips sensuous, and his body so well formed that he could well be a model. He was setting me on fire.

While driving he told me about Mamadu. “No one fucks me like Mamadu” he confessed in the end. 

“Wait till I’ve fucked you” I laughed. He laughed too and I felt his hand moving to my crotch. 

His apartment was quite luxurious. He served me a cold drink and kissed me deeply. His lips were velvety smooth, very erotic. His tongue slipped into my mouth caressing my palate. I pulled his T-shirt up and with both hands caressed his smooth back. Slowly I pulled his T-shirt over his head liberating his beautiful, strong torso. His nipples were already erect, waiting for my lips, my saliva, my teeth. He moaned softly when my hands cupped his breast and my mouth sucked his tits. My hands moved down to his butt, kneading them with the same rhythm as I was sucking his tits. I tried to get my hand into his slacks, but they were too tight. I unbuckled his belt, slowly lowering his zipper. As I’d expected, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his dick flipped out as soon as I lowered the zipper. My mouth slid down his hairless torso and abdomen, leaving a trace of saliva. I pulled down his slacks, kissed the pubic hair, and licked his dick, slowly moving my wet tongue up and down the shaft. With each stroke his dick stood up. I took the head into my mouth and little by little moved it into my hot mouth till it reached my throat. Omar moaned. His dick stiffened in my mouth as soon as I touched his ball sack. Slowly he started to take my clothes off, caressing me tenderly. We were in heaven.

When we were fully naked, the phone rang. “Those dawn phones, let them ring” I thought, but Omar took the call anyway. My erection faded, but not his.

“Can I put you on the speakerphone”, Omar asked. Without waiting for an answer, he did. He must have had an expensive speakerphone, as the voice on the other side of the line came through as clearly as if the caller were speaking from another room.

“I’ve picked up this gorgeous stud” said the man on the other end of the line, “and I’m going to fuck him”. His voice was strong, manly, and seductive. “Would you want to listen in … I know that that turns you on, babe”

“Sure, sure!” Omar answered eagerly. “I’m getting hard already!”

Omar pressed the “On hold” button and laid down the receiver.

“Who was that? I asked.

“That was Mamadu, the soccer player. He must have picked up your boy friend”.

The prospect of hearing Ralph being fucked by Mamadu filled me with perverse pleasure. In my imagination, I already saw Mamadu naked, ready to dominate Ralph. His strong arms and legs would immobilize Ralph and Mamadu would fuck him without mercy. And I would hear Ralph cry, ask for mercy, heave and moan. I was hard again.

Omar took me by the hand and guided me to his bed. We lay there intertwined listening to the noises coming from Mamadu’s apartment. The heat of Omar’s body, the sounds of kissing and soft moaning turned both of us on. I heard Ralph groaning loudly now.

“Mamadu must be kissing his nipples now” I whispered into Omar’s ears. “His tits are so sensitive”. As if to prove the point, Ralph moaned even louder.

“Mamadu must be biting his tits now”

Omar’s nipples were hardening as well, and when I bit them softly, he moaned in sync with Ralph. My hands slid in between his legs, which he opened widely. I softly caressed his anus which opened as if to say: take me, take me, take me now.

The noise on the other side of the line changed to a sucking. 

“Ralph is a first class sucker” I whispered in Omar’s ear.

“And Mamadu loves to be sucked ... but his dick is so long and so thick!” Omar moaned. In my mind I saw Ralph struggling to get that monster dick into his mouth. I knew he would manage. I knew he would love it and drive Mamadu crazy.

Omar bent over me and started to suck my dick. His tongue licked the head of my uncut dick clean, sliding his tongue in between the foreskin and the head. He moaned and groaned from the pleasure my dick was giving him. I pushed my dick deep into his mouth, not too deep though, to avoid him gagging. Little by little I pushed my dick deeper and deeper into his mouth till it reached his throat. Omar’s saliva was slithering all over my abdomen. The tension in my dick was becoming unbearable and I had to push his head away to avoid coming. 

“Slowly, slowly” I said, “We’ve all the time in the world.”

I heard Mamadu telling Ralph to lay face down. “What a wonderful ass you have” he said appraisingly and I knew how right he was. Ralph’s pucker was so beautiful and so sensitive! That pucker was mine, and now I would hear how Mamadu would violate, conquer and dominate it. And there was nothing I could do to avoid it! 

“Mamadu will now put his long fingers up that ass” Omar whispered. Ralph moaned and I knew Omar was right. The moaning became loader and loader.

“His fingers are very callous and when they’ll massage Ralph’s prostrate, he’ll go through the roof”, Omar added. The intense moaning proved his point.