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ARAB AMATEUR MEN & STORIES
MOROCCO
I´m going to make a sort of small report on Morocco, its people, culture,
way of life , etc. As English is not my mother language I hope you wont
mind some mistakes.
It had always been a dream to go to Morocco. Here in Brazil there is a very
famous song by Caetano Veloso ( one of our leading singer/composers who is
now on the latest Pedro Almodovar ´s movie ) that says.... I´m
beyond...Marrakech, meaning I´m very stoned...
Anyway, after a week in almost unknown but wonderful Lisbon ( to me the
best looking men in Europe and where I found a very horny and cute Cabo
Verde young man from Cabo Verde - yes, I don´t usually have a hard on too
white people) I was ready for something more spiced. So I arrived in
Casablanca thinking it would be the same stress as it is to arrive in
Cairo. Well, it wasn´t. Very civilized, nobody hassling you and good
information desk. Took a cab and went to my hotel.
As you all know, taking men to hotel rooms is always something complicated
in most arab countries so a Casablanca native, who I made friends at the
net, recomended me an apart-hotel in a high middle class quarter of the
city. There you rent a studio with all comfort with kitchen and complete
bathroom and as long as you´re discreet you can have visitors. So there I
was in Casablanca with 3 or 4 phone numbers, all from the net , and all the
guide info I could have.
The first bet I took it was to go to a cafe/bar to have a beer and to begin
to feel the city. That bar, Les Fleures, was across from a big american
like hotel in the center of the city. Some expats looking for
she-prostitutes, some discreet gay old man and boring. So I just began to
walk and was surprised at the times eyes met eyes in those late Casa night.
I knew that Casa was just a big industrious city with a most magnificent
mosque and that was and really is quite so. But it is a big city and it has
a very interesting big park Parc de la Ligue Arabe where things do happen.
But late at night I knew that it could be dangerous, so I just walked
around it and stopped to look at some boys playing soccer. They were too
young but some wearing those sexy soccer shorts were giving me ideas
already. Then a 20´sh dark slim boy wearing a djelaba came close to me and
asked a cigarette. In spite of not smoking I had a pack in my pocket and
offered him. He began talking to me in french and asked me where I was
from. BRAZIL. It seems a passwork...and I began listening to something I
would have to to the rest of the trip: Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, Romario,
Roberto Carlos, etc... almost all the brazilian team. Sexy boy, beautiful
dark eyes and skin. After the brazilian introduction, we began talking
about the moroccan team, life in Casa, etc. Then the question they all ask
and is another password: are you married ? If you say no they take for
granted that you´re gay. Almost imediatly he started stroking his dick
under the djelaba and smiling. It was a big one and I became sort of
suspicious but my instinct was stronger. Just looking at him and he had a
hard one... an enourmous hard on....Enter
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