The Moroccan Boys Shower

I had been travelling through Europe for some time and was nearing the end of my journey, when I arrived in Morocco. Cash was even lower than usual, so budget was the name of the game. I was staying in a run down old hotel on the outskirts of Casablanca and had just returned from a day of walking the city. It was crazy hot, the air was dry and dusty, my room had no air-conditioning and I was dying for a shower. After stripping off and trying the faucet several times I found that the shower didn’t work, which was weird because it had worked the past two nights. Being used to these problems I wrapped my towel around me and headed down to the reception area to see if the owner or his son were around.

I hadn’t met the son when I checked into the hotel, but here he was now, a young Moroccan guy sitting with his legs up behind the small reception counter. He wore a pair of faded denim jeans and a clean white singlet which fit tightly around his smooth toned chest, you could just see his dark nipples through the thin cotton. He looked up and smiled mischievously at me as I stood at the desk clad only in my towel and hiking boots. “My shower isn’t working” I said, hoping that he would be fluent in English. “I know” he replied apologetically “the plumber will be here to fix it tomorrow”. “In the meantime you can quickly use my shower”. It was difficult not to stare at his firm ass and broad dark shoulders, as I followed the slim twenty-something man to his apartment on the ground floor of the hotel. The small bachelor pad was clean and cool; the open bathroom door was just on the right past the bed. He retrieved a towel from a large chest in the corner and as he handed it to me gave another one of those playful smiles. “My name is Adil, please make yourself at home” he said in strongly accented English.

It was fantastic to have a shower; the warm water washed all the dust and most of the aches away. I was so horny if the wind blew I got a hard-on. It had been twelve weeks since I'd gotten my nuts off and I felt like I was drowning in pent up cum. The image of Adil and the thought of rolling around with him on the single bed in his room brought my cock half to the ready. I was dying to stroke myself in the shower but didn’t want to push the hospitality, so I turned off the faucet and began to dry off.

After drying my hair and eyes, I pulled back the shower curtain. Adil was standing in the bathroom, smiling again whilst looking at my half firm member. He was now only wearing a pair of light blue boxer briefs and I could see the tip of his large rod poking out over the waist band. I just stood and stared not sure what to do. Before I could react he had crossed the small room and firmly gripped my semi-erect tool in his right hand, at the same time leaning forward he kissed me deeply. I felt dizzy as my blood rushed to fill my cock; it had simply been too long between drinks.

He began to pull slowly on my now fully engorged rod whilst moving his lips down to kiss and lick my nipples, which soon became equally as firm. Working his way down Adil began to kiss my abdomen and when he reached my belly button he drove his tongue into the hole like a crazed man. I was throbbing with ecstasy as he finally arrived at my cock and began to lick it like he was enjoying an ice cream on a hot day. “What a beautiful cock” he said just as he slowly let the head pass between his warm dark lips. Adil was clearly not a beginner as he quickly took my full length deep inside his mouth and started sliding his hand up and down my rock hard shaft.

By now my pulse was racing; and I motioned to step out of the tub. Adil just reached up and put his other hand on my thigh to signal that he wanted me to stay. Then he reached down and quickly removed his boxer briefs, whilst not even missing a beat of the sweet music he was playing on my pipe. He took his own cock in his left hand and continued to suck deeply on mine whilst applying a rhythmic pressure just behind my ball sack. I could see his cock growing and throbbing as he continued to slowly wank himself. I started to moan as my control was leaving me.

Adils large purple knob was pulsating as he maintained his slow pleasuring strokes. He removed my cock from its moist warm home and let a little spit fall from his mouth onto the tip of his member. Quickly he returned to pleasuring me at a much faster rate than before, all the time jerking his full seven inches with his other hand. Adil was running his tongue around and around my head as he sucked my rod in and out, the friction was amazing, I continued to moan out loud as my knees started to grow weak. I couldn’t take it anymore “I’m going to cum” I said in a breathless whisper. Adil only heard as I reached the last word and removed my throbbing knob from his mouth just in time to allow the hot streams of cum to hit his cheek and run down to his chest. I stood in the tub knees trembling as the last of my load emptied onto Adil. Again he looked up and gave me that cute mischievous smile. “Why don’t you go and wait in my bedroom” he said proceeding to wipe my sticky load from his face and body.

I was lying on his bed with the towel wrapped around me. Adil moved forward lifting up the towel to again admire my manhood. "Beautiful." He started rubbing my balls. I was excited as hell. "Do you think we have time for more?" He looked at me and grinned. "Probably not” he said, “but would you like to anyway?" He reached into the drawer of the bedside table for his tube of lube. I lifted my knees up, feet on the edge of the bed, legs spread. “I would imagine you've been looking forward to this, it must have been quite some time. Oh, he had no fucking idea how right he was. By the time he had returned to the end of the bed, my hand was already busy teasing my stiff cock. He rubbed his lubed finger around the opening to my ass, torturing me with the anticipation of what was about to happen. The minute he put his finger up my ass my balls tightened and cum spewed from my throbbing member like an erupting volcano. I was in awe at the force and quantity of my ejaculation.

"Well, that was pretty quick." "Please, don't stop," I gasped. "I want to cum again." "Sure," he said, this time easing two of his long, slender fingers into my tight asshole. I moaned softly, passionately, as his fingers slid back and forth. He was finger fucking my ass, and it felt fantastic. I looked down between my gaping knees and saw him rubbing himself. "You're an amazingly attractive guy and you've got an absolutely beautiful cock”, he said as he leant forward and quickly sucked my whole member into his warm moist mouth.

Damn I’m so horny said Adil as he stood there with his fingers buried in my hairy, little butt hole. "Show me," I said. "Show me how horny you are." Using only his free hand he hurriedly put some extra lube on his sizable rod. You want to talk about beautiful cocks; this guy had one of the most handsome I'd ever seen. Adil’s cock wasn't that much bigger than mine, but unlike mine, it was circumcised. His strong thighs were covered with curly, black hair he had a thin coating of hair over his butt and his large, swollen balls were surprisingly hairy. I couldn’t wait to feel his rigid dick inside of me. I slid down on the bed until my ass was parked right by the edge.

His amazing fingers were still doing a wonderful job of banging my hole, but what I really wanted up my ass was his cock. The head of his dick tickled one cheek of my butt and I thought I was in paradise. I moaned, wiggled, and squirmed on the bed, grinding myself against his fingers. "Deeper," I panted. "It feels so good, but if you could get a little deeper it would be heaven." "Your cock," I whimpered passively. "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me." He pulled his fingers out of my hole. God, I felt so hollow without his fingers inside me. My heart was beating at a mile a minute. I held my breath as Adil positioned his dick between my slippery butt cheeks. I bit down on my lip as the bulbous helmet shaped cock head stretched my hot, primed hole. "Oh fuck, it hurts," I said softly, trying my best to handle the initial pain. My throbbing cock jerked about spastically upon my belly as he slowly sank the full length of his rod deep into the depths of my body.

He began moving, slowly at first, then with more deliberate rhythm. Oh Christ, I'd never felt anything like it in my life. From deep within me, the warm pleasure radiated outward, covering my tense body with a layer of lustful sweat. He took my hot, stiff cock firmly in his fist and began working it up and down. My previous climax’s had come so suddenly, but I was ready to cum again. The satisfying friction of Adil’s pumping hand was incredible. Inside me, his distended cock quaked with ecstasy. Letting go of my rod and holding tightly to my thighs, he pulled my ass back against his groin. Loudly gasping, he held himself deep inside me, motionless, as his throbbing rod filled me with spurts of sticky ejaculate. The expansion of his orgasmic cock increased the pressure being applied to my already stressed prostate. His hand was back now working my meat fast and furious. I was getting close. My scrotum tightened around my aching balls, and I heard myself gasping. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" I shot seven, or eight times, before the spastic seizures in my whole body finally subsided. Adil withdrew and collapsed on the bed beside me as I lay sprawled there trying to catch my breath. All I could think was, “I hope my shower doesn’t get fixed tomorrow”.