Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2007 14:13:14 +1000 (EST)
From: Zac Grech <zaccooee@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Moroccan Nights

	Late at night in the backstreets of any Moroccan town you get the
feeling you shouldn't be there.  Especially in a port city like this one
where anything goes. The smell of frying fish, a few men with greedy eyes
under a streetlight, silky blackness.  A skinny youth in a white jellaba
grips his crotch and grins.  You'd be crazy to do more than grin back.
	After getting lost a couple of times up inky-black alleyways, we
eventually found the youth hostel we'd left our things at earlier in the
evening, but the door was locked.  Shit!  Sure, the warden guy had said
there was a curfew, but we were only half an hour late.  I banged on the
door.  Nothing.
	'So what do we do?'  My kid brother Nick was looking nervous.  He
ran his hand through his thick, straw-coloured hair.
	'Fucked if I know,' I said.  We couldn't just stand around in the
street.  A couple of young guys leaning against the wall opposite were
already watching us intently, murmuring to each other and laughing softly.
The tall, lanky one with spiky hair socked his mate playfully in the balls
and flashed us a cocky grin.  It was pretty clear that we had to do
something quickly - our arses were on the line here, and mine was still
pretty sore from the pounding I'd got from a stringy beanpole of a guy in a
hammam the day before.  He'd just come into my shower-stall, locked the
door and fucked me up against the tiles, no questions asked.  And they have
lethal prongs, these guys - long and rock hard.  No sweet talking, just a
bit of brutal ramming, a few spasms and you've got a fuck-chute full of
Arab ball-juice.  I hadn't even had time to jack off.  And not more than
five minutes later I'd caught the fucker sniffing round young Nick in the
rest room.  Well, if he was after another juicy piece of blond-haired
fuck-meat, he'd have to try one of the German boys in the steam room - I'd
had enough for one night and wanted to get back to the hostel.  (Anyway,
Nick's not quite as blond as he looks, once you get his pants off.) 'Come
on, let's get out of here,' I said, tossing him his shirt and jeans.
'What's the hurry?'  As if he didn't know.  He could probably even smell
the cockslime leaking out of my bruised hole.  But he came quietly.

	I picked up a stone and threw it against the shutters of our room.
With any luck, the English guy we were sharing the room with would be there
and haul us inside.  'Joe, are you there?'  I called up to him.  He threw
the shutters open and stood there, silhouetted against the yellow light.
He was stripped to his boxers - he'd probably been in bed - and, with his
glossy skin, the rings in his nipples and tousled brown hair ... well, I
felt a zing in my cock just looking at him.  His boxers were slung low,
too, just below the lush hairline.
	The shorter guy on the other side of the street called out
something in Arabic and got another sock in the balls from his mate.  While
he was doubled over clutching his crotch, the tall one started strolling
across towards us.'Give us a hand up, Joe,' I said.  'Quickly.'  I could
already smell the guy's cigarette as he sidled up behind us.
	In just a few seconds, Joe had Nick inside and I was already half
through the window, with just my legs still dangling outside. I felt a tug
on my right leg and a hand jam into my crack, rubbing to find my still
gaping hole.  'O� vas-tu, mon ami?' Low, husky voice.  His thumb found my
hole and pressed hard. He smacked his lips.  'Quel cul t'as! Nice arse, my
friend. Tu ne veux pas passer une belle soiree avec moi? You like a nice
time tonight?' And again he ground his thumb inside the still pouting lips
of my fuck-hole through the thin cotton of my shorts.  Then he slid a hand
up the leg of my shorts and grabbed my balls.
	'Pull me inside, mate - the bastard's got me by the balls.' Joe
gave me a yank, I slid up over the sill and into the room.  I rubbed my
balls and looked back at the grinning guy below.
	'Why you no come with me, mon ami?' he drawled, still grinning.  'I
fuck you good.  And then you can fuck my friend' - he nodded over his
shoulder at his sidekick, smirking behind him - 'he like cock very much.
You can fuck him hard.'
	'Maybe tomorrow,' I said, reaching out to close the shutters.
	'I wait you tomorrow night,' he said, stroking the bulge of the
fuck-pole snaking down his thigh.  'You bring your friends - I fuck them
too.'  Talk about horned up - this guy needed to punch his cock into male
arse NOW. The chances of his little mate getting home unfucked were just
about zero, I'd say.
	'OK - � demain.'  I slammed the shutters closed and turned round.
Joe was just settling back on his bunk, pulling one knee up to his chest.
Damn me if the flared head of his cock wasn't dangling out of the leg of
his boxers - and glinting on the end of it was a thick brass ring.  'Sounds
like you've got quite a night lined up for tomorrow,' he said with a smile
and a twitch of his eyebrows.  His smooth, almost boyish chest was covered
in a light sheen of sweat - it was a sultry night. He had a man's legs,
though - good calves, hairy. Straight guys like Joe - I guessed he was
straight - with a feral edge get me really juiced up.  Get them in the
right mood, horsing around a bit with a few mates, and they can go off like
a rocket. The guys on the street, this half-naked young animal on the bunk
with wild black curls sprouting up over his waistband - they were getting
me really hot to nail some arse. If my little brother started monkeying
about the way he did sometimes after lights out, he'd get my cock shoved up
him for sure, whether he wanted it or not. Meanwhile, I looked over at
Joe. I was just starting to have fantasies about getting my tongue up into
the furry fork behind his balls while I jacked him off, when there was a
sharp rap on the door.  This sounded like trouble.
	It was the fucking warden. Tall, coal-black hair, mid-thirties,
jeans and t-shirt, and the sort of five o'clock shadow that would rip the
hairs out of your crack if he ever got his face in there.  Just me
fantasizing again, of course.  That wouldn't be his style.
	'Which one of you opened the window?'  Joe raised a naked arm,
almost sleepily.
	'So you two broke the curfew.'  He fixed his black eyes on us. 'OK,
you're out.  All three of you.  I'll give you ten minutes.' None of us said
a word.  He turned on his heel and shut the door.
	'Leave this to me,' Joe said, getting to his feet, his stalk still
dangling below the hem of his shorts.  'We had a little ... ah
... situation here yesterday ... and sorted it out OK.'
	'What sort of situation?'  Nick was looking rattled.
	'Just a little misunderstanding over what I was smoking.  I'll be
back in a minute.'  He hoisted up his boxers and padded out the door.
	'What'll happen if we get thrown out?'  Nick was getting seriously
jittery.  It was his fault we'd broken the curfew, actually - if he hadn't
wandered off earlier in the night into the park across from the cafe we'd
been sitting in, followed quickly, I might say, by the two sailors who'd
been giving him the eye from the next table, none of this would have
happened.  He'd been gone for nearly an hour - bent over a bench in the
dark, probably, knowing him, getting pack-raped. All I said when he got
back was 'You're a fucking idiot, Nick' and all he'd done was give me a
sheepish grin, but I knew the smell of freshly fucked arse when it hit me
in the nostrils.

	'Don't worry about it - Joe'll sort it out.'  I had a pretty good
idea what 'sorting it out' would mean, too: one of us would pay with his
arse.  But I wasn't going to tell Nick that, not yet.  Which one was going
to cop it was probably what they were talking about on the other side of
the door at that very minute.
	A few seconds later Joe came padding back in.  (Man - those long,
slim, brown-haired legs of his really juiced me up.)  'OK, guys, this is
the deal: we get to stay if Ali out there gets to have a bit of fun.  What
do you say?  He doesn't care which one of us it is.'  He slumped back on
his bunk again, cool as a cucumber.  He scratched at his nuts and lit a
cigarette.
	'Does "a bit of fun" mean what I think it means?'
	Joe grinned. 'I'd say so.'
	Shit!  So one of us was going to get fucked, there was no way out,
and by the look of this Ali guy, it would be a pretty brutal fucking.  'Big
boy, is he?'
	'Horse-hung, mate. Balls like fucking lemons. On the other hand,
he's not what you'd call a stayer - know what I mean?  A couple of minutes
of hard drilling and he's gushing like a geyser.'  So ... this slim,
muscled English backpacker with long, hairy legs smiling at me from the
bunk opposite took cock up his arse, then, when push came to shove.
Interesting.  If I could just get my face into his crack, I knew I could
open him up and do him nicely.  He'd be yelping for more.
	So who was it going to be tonight?  I could hardly hand this Ali
bruiser my kid brother on a plate - what I did with him in an emergency was
one thing, I was his big brother, I knew how to bang the cum out of him and
keep a smile on his face, but handing him over to be raped by that
stubbly-chinned fucker was quite another. And Joe obviously wasn't putting
his hand up for a repeat performance.  (A pity - I'd have liked to watch
him getting his brains fucked out.) So that kind of left ... me.  I felt my
ring clench in anticipation.  All I said as I walked out the door was:
'You're going to pay for this, Nick, big time.'
	I opened the door to Ali's office.  He was lying back against the
cushions on a divan, talking into a mobile phone.  He kept talking,
beckoning me to come over. If he was disappointed to see me rather than
Nick or Joe - after all, I'm nearly thirty, not Brad Pitt, sinewy but a bit
of a beanstalk, with a shaved head - he didn't show it. Still talking, he
spread his legs wider, unzipped his fly and gestured to me to get down on
the floor between his legs.  May as well get this over with, I thought, and
reached into his jeans to pull out his pole.  Fuck me!  It was standing up
like a poker, long and thick and bone-hard - fuck-ready, in other words.  I
started nibbling first at the trimmed black curls round the base, then
lapped at his hairy balls while jacking on his rearing cock.
	'Suck it,' he whispered, breaking off his conversation for a
moment, 'come on, take it right down your throat ... all of it, right down
to the balls.' He was lifting his hips off the divan, ramming his fuck-pole
into my mouth, making me gag.  Well, if I'm going to get fucked, I like it
to be rough and dirty.  I'd rather be the one ripping into male arse, not
the one getting split open, but if I'm going to get fucked, I like the guy
to slam-fuck my brains out. I want him to fucking rape the ball-juice out
of me.  Ali looked like the guy for the job.
	I was just starting to get into it, diving in behind his heavy
balls into his moist crack, heading for his hole, when he sat up straight,
slid his cock into my mouth again, burying my face in his bristly crotch,
and reached down into my shorts, feeling for my hole. He dug a finger
straight in, scratching round for my fuck-me button.  His crotch had the
ripe smell of a young male animal ready to rut.  I was about to cop it -
and hard.
	He yanked me to my feet, threw me over the edge of the divan,
pulled down my shorts and spat on his cock.  'I'm going to break open your
arse.  Are you ready?' As if he cared.  I just lay there, my hole gaping,
ready for the cock-attack.
	He drove straight in to the hilt, forcing my legs further apart
with his strong, hairy thighs. I winced and bit into a cushion, refusing to
cry out.  He was grunting with pleasure.  The waves of pain in my arse
turned into a gnawing hunger to be filled with cock.  He started
jack-hammering me urgently, muttering filth into my ear in Arabic and
French, sending bolts of fire up into my gut. Then, collapsing onto my bare
back, grinding the trails of coarse hair on his chest and stomach into my
skin, he started pumping wad after hot wad of Arab man-milk up inside me.
Shuddering and spasming and grunting, he kept driving his gushing cock as
deep as he could into my clogged hole. Then he just lay there for a minute
on top of me, panting heavily, jabbing at the bruised sides of my chute,
before sliding out of me.  I turned over on my back.  He was standing
between my legs, smiling.
	He looked down at my stiff cock and laughed.  'It looks like you
need more cock, my friend.'  He reached down and yanked on my nuts.  'You
want me to fuck you again?'
	I jacked my cock for a moment, thinking about it.  I do like to get
finished off.  But I had other plans for the ball-juice churning in those
aching nuts of mine.  Besides, another severe shagging like that one and I
wouldn't be able to walk for a week.
	'Maybe tomorrow,' I said. No point in sounding ungrateful.  I leant
forward and licked his oozing knob to show I meant it, fondling his
swinging balls as an extra, pulled up my shorts and headed back to the
bunk-room.
	'OK,' he called after me, 'tomorrow, then. I'll fuck every last
drop out of those balls of yours, I promise.'
	Back in the boys' bunk-room, Joe was sitting back on his bunk,
smoking.  Nick was standing by the window.  'Well,' Joe said in that low,
creamy voice of his, 'how was it?'
	I didn't answer.  I went straight over to Nick, jammed one arm up
behind his back and pushed him over to my bunk.
	'What the fuck are you doing, Zac?'
	'What do you think, Nick?  I'm going to plant my rammer so far up
your arse you'll choke on it.'
	'What for?  What've I done?'  He started struggling.
	'Joe, get over here, mate, and give us a hand.'  Joe looked as if
he'd be only too pleased.
	'Sock him in the balls, mate, to quieten him down. No, not like
that - yank his shorts down and give it to him in the bare balls, mate.'
Joe kind of sniggered and pulled Nick's boxers down to his knees. 'Fuck,
man,' he grunted, 'he's got a boner.  I can't thump him in the balls when
he's boned up like that.'
	'Sure you can.  Come on - sock him in the balls.'
	Nick started squirming violently.  'Please, guys, not in the balls,
please ...'  Joe cupped his hand and gave him a whack.  Nick gave a yelp
and tried to bend forwards, but I had him in a tight grip.  'Harder, come
on - mash those balls, man,' I growled.  'It's the only way I'm going to
get him nailed.'
	'You're really going to fuck your own brother?
	'You got a better idea?'  I had a better idea, but I knew I'd have
to kick off with Nick.
	Joe swung back and hit him harder this time, squashing his nuts up
against the hard muscle heading from his cock to his arsehole.  This time
Nick sank to his knees.  I jerked his torso back, exposing his crotch for a
final bollocking.  'One more go - come on, man - boot him in the nuts.
Finish him off.'  Nick started whimpering and pleading, but Joe seemed to
be getting off on it now.  He jammed his bare foot up against Nick's
tightening balls, drew back and then gave them a sharp kick.  I let Nick
go.  He fell humped over, clutching at his crotch.  'That's nothing to what
I just copped from Ali,' I snarled down at him, 'he skewered me, he fucking
bayoneted me up the arse, and all because of you.  And now it's your turn.'
	I knelt down behind his hunched figure and fingered his crack.
Through the tangled hairs I found his hole - it was wet and open.  I pushed
him forward so his crack would stick up in the air.
	'You're going to fuck him NOW?'  Joe couldn't believe it.
	'Sure, otherwise he'll put up a fight.'  Nick always put up a
fight.  In fact, the only time I could remember him not fighting for his
arse was a few months before when he'd got his tattoo.  It was a triangular
indigo swirl in the small of his back, just above his crack.  When he got
home from the tattoo artist's, I wanted to see it, so he turned round,
dropped his jeans and let me have a look.  I have to admit it was fucking
sexy.  I dropped down onto my knees to get a better look.  That's when I
caught a whiff of fresh jizz.  I pried his arse cheeks apart and took a
look.  'Shit, man - you've got fucking cum dribbling out of your hole. Did
the tattoo guy dump a load up your arse?  Fuck, you're a slut.' The smell
of hot, ripe, young arse was making me woozy.  I had to get my face in
there, into the sticky, furry warmth.  I lapped at his hairy hole, tongued
his pouting ring, licked his inner thighs right up to crack and then
slurped again on his boy-cunt.  He was backing onto my tongue, aching to be
split open by cock, panting for it.  So I stood up, unzipped and slid my
pole straight in.  'Harder, fuck me harder, Zac,' he moaned.  So I
slam-fucked him until my knob was burning and I had to blast.  After I'd
emptied my balls into him, he started bucking like crazy, yanking on his
cock, and then he gushed - wads of the stuff flew everywhere, the carpet
was a mess.  I got quite a kick out of looking at him lying there in those
pools of spooge: my little brother, pumped full of my ball-juice, shagged
stupid.  But that's the only time he ever gave up his hole without a
tussle.
	'OK, let's get him fucked.  You want to go first, Joe?'
	'Fuck, man, I don't know about this ...'  But he was already
groping at his thickening cock through his shorts.
	Enough polite chit-chat.  Kneeling behind him, I jacked my cock
into Nick's pouting hole.  Joe watched like a hawk as I rammed it in up to
my pubes.  'Why don't you feed him your dick, man, while I fuck him?' He'd
teased me enough with those glimpses of his bush and his brass-ringed knob
- I wanted to see what sprang out of those shorts of his when he was ready
for action.  It was worth waiting for: long, quite thin, and
lethal-looking, rooted in a mass of thick, brown hair.  I reached forward
and grabbed Nick by the hair, forcing his head up so Joe could slide it
down his throat.  Just the way I liked it: while I ploughed Nick's arse,
banging the shit out of him, his face was buried in a mate's hairy crotch,
priming his tool for the next fuck.  Joe flashed me a grin: he was getting
into it.  Soon we were both punch-fucking Nick, who was gagging and whining
but, speared at both ends, unable to move.  'Yeah, suck Joe's cock, Nick,'
I growled at him, 'take it right down to the balls.  Good boy ... that's
it.  Now eat his balls for him.  Yeah ... chew on those hangers, Nick, get
'em churning.  You like Joe's hairy balls, Nick?  Well, they're going to be
slapping against your arse any minute now, just as soon as I ... AW! FUCK!
YEAH! Man, I'm going to fill your fucking hole ... here it comes, man
... AH! AH! AH!' My jizz shot up into his raw chute in rapid bursts,
flooding his bunghole with hot white goo.  Joe grinned at me again.  'I've
got to have me some of that arse, Zac - I've just got to have it.  Can he
take it?'
	'He'll take it alright, mate - be my guest.'  I pulled out, cum
dripping out of his hole down his inner thighs, and flipped him on his
back.  He was so fucked he couldn't speak.  'I'll sit on his face, mate,
and pull his legs back for you.  Go for it, mate.  Plug the bastard.'
	With my hair-clogged arsehole sitting nicely on Nick's mouth, I
pulled his slim legs back hard so his fuckhhole was pointing up, open, wet
and waiting, while Joe knelt in position, aiming his sharp-ended cockhead
at its helpless target.  'Fuck him, Joe - come on, shove it into him,
scrape that ring up his chute ...'  As Joe sliced into him, he began
chewing on my sloppy hole, tonguing the raw skin inside the ring.
Instantly I felt my cock start to stiffen again, hungry for more arse.
	For all his nice manners, lazy smile and sleek looks, Joe wasted no
time in setting about power-ramming my brother's cum-soaked arse. He was
fucking hammering it in seconds.  I was mezmerized.  That long, slim cock
of his was knifing in and out of Nick's hole more savagely than Ali's up
mine, and the harder he banged his straggly-haired crotch against him, the
more greedily Nick tried to break into my hole with his tongue.  My cock
was already so stiff again it hurt.  When he began emptying his balls into
him, Joe went crazy, spasming uncontrollably, jerking, bucking, grunting,
swearing and burying his cock as deep as he could in Nick's ravaged
arse. Sweat was pouring down his straining chest into his pubes.  He seemed
so burnt out by the time he finished that he almost forgot to pull out.
	'Nice one,' I said, easing my fork off Nick's face.  'So hot I'm
ready to go again.'  Joe just lay back, panting.  'You're the only one of
us who hasn't been fucked tonight, Joe ... want to even up the score?'
	Joe sat up and stretched.  'Not tonight, guys. I need a break. I'm
shagged out. Maybe tomorrow.'  My diary for the next night was filling up
fast.
	I thought of mouth-fucking Nick while he lay there - I needed to
get off one more time - but in the end we all went to bed and I just jacked
off and went to sleep.
	In the morning Joe had gone out sightseeing by the time we got up,
and when we got back in the evening ... he'd already packed up and moved
on.  Win some, lose some.  If we met up again somewhere along the line,
though, he'd pay for his rudeness. No kid gloves next time.
	Nick was feeling restless and up for a bit of action again by this
time, and we were just wondering how to spend the evening, when I heard a
stone smack against the shutters.  Throwing them open, I looked out into
the twilit street.  Two faces were grinning up at me.  It was the
long-legged, spiky-haired tomcat and his frisky sidekick.  'Bonsoir, mon
ami!  Remember us?'  The tall one came up to the window and whispered: 'I
fuck you good.  Ali says you like it very much.  And then ...'
	'Look, I'm not sure ...'
	'Yes, we come to your room.  Ali says it's OK.  And my friend here
likes cock very much.'  Yes, and I bet he copped quite a lot of it last
night, too.
	What was I to do?If you enjoyed this story, let me know what you
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