Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2016 20:03:46 +0000
From: brownboywonder7@gmail.com
Subject: North African Campaign

Disclaimer

This narrative does not occur in reality, and occurs in an STD-free
world. Any related names, places, events or otherwise are purely
coincidental. This text contains graphic depictions of homosexual acts and
intercourse between adult men. If it is against the law for you to view
such material, then kindly don't. Named characters portrayed are all 18
years or older, as is the Author.

- North African Campaign -

Nathan enjoyed the structure of western cities like London, Sydney and Los
Angeles, where – despite relative expense and a high cost of living –
it was easy to get around without becoming lost, and one could feel
relatively safe, even late into the night and early morning.  The city of
Marrakesh, Morocco was essentially the opposite, crowded streets which
often did not even have names, and a spiderweb of stalls and street vendors
– the Souks – which only locals could navigate with any
certainty. Being only 19, Nathan could not resist the extraordinarily low
cost of living however – a cheap dinner for 15 Dirhams (about 1,5€)
and a taxi anywhere local for 20. While there was no need for a visa, there
was a 90-day maximum stay for most tourists, and Nathan figured that he
would head back to the UK for a while, maybe returning later in the year.

After spending a few months in the centre of Marrakesh – the `Medina'
– Nathan knew most of the seemingly complex routes and had begun to walk
with the confidence of a local, dodging the mosquito-like motorcycles and
erratic taxi drivers which cluttered the already crowded streets. While
young men still offered to guide him round – Nathan's caucasian
complexion often proved to be the bane of his existence – many had seen
him before and knew that there were better targets. Those who persisted he
shook off easily. A lack of employment opportunities drove many young men
to become unofficial guides, who wore down tourists with constant offers of
often disingenuous help, leading unsuspecting Westerners in a circle and
then demanding a fee for their `service'.

Of course, the low costs had not been the only attraction for Nathan, his
preference for darker skinned guys and their brown to caramel tones had no
doubt played a part. Despite the Muslim majority in Morocco, sex between
men was not rare, and the horny youths of the Medina had to get their rocks
off somehow – not usually minding who they were fucking, or who was
fucking them. Few opportunities had presented themselves to Nathan,
however, who had been finding it more difficult than in the UK, where he
had had decent pickings of Paki and Indian guys before finishing sixth
form. Poor Moroccan youths who had not become `guides' often sold
themselves, but while readily available and cheap, Nathan wasn't about to
take advantage of them.

It was the end of summer now, and the heat was becoming more bearable –
tourist numbers ballooned and so did the number of youths looking to make
an easy few Dirhams.  Usually Nathan just looked on, as most of them were
fairly harmless and gave up without resistance. One couple looked
especially bothered however, as a spotty teen attempted to guide them to
"the square", he had likely seen the mans Rolex and his companions Louis
Vuitton handbag – easy money to be made.

"Look mate, fuck off. We didn't need directions five minutes ago, and we
don't need them now"

Their faces betrayed them though, and they looked quite lost.

"Where are you staying?" Nathan asked the couple after shooing away the
sweaty teen.

Pleased to see a white face, the man responded:

"Riad le Jardin, at least I think that's how you say it..."

"I'll take you back if you like? Don't worry I wont charge you. Just a
favour for fellow travellers"

"Thanks so much, we just took one wrong turn, and then we had no idea where
we were, this place is a fucking maze" said the woman as they sidestepped a
buzzing moped in the narrow Souk.

Arriving at the riad – a grand `U' shaped house which surrounds a
courtyard (many were now hotels for tourists) – the couple told Nathan
that it was an inheritance from the man's – Thomas' – parents, who
had both recently died.

"To be quite honest, we both find this place less than charming, and if we
did come again, we probably wouldn't step outside anyways"

"We are going to sell it" added the woman – Rosie – bluntly.

As Nathan turned to leave, Thomas started talking again: "The thing is, we
would need someone to keep it tidy and ready for inspections, I realise we
only just met, but we would rather hire a Brit than a local and you seem to
know the city quite well. Also, we really don't want to be here any longer
than we have to... you could stay here of course, and we would pay you for
your time and effort, what do you say?"

Nathan was in no position to turn down free accommodation and easy work
– especially when both were in such a beautiful location.

"Sure, when do I start?" Nathan said, trying not to sound too excited.

"Great!", Thomas beamed, "bring your things over now if you like".

Nathan couldn't believe his luck, a rich couple handing him the keys to
their riad like it was nothing. He grinned to himself as he sauntered down
the street, no more living week to week in that squalid apartment with
squat toilets, and the constant stream of people in and out of the
building. In addition, he now had somewhere impressive and private to bring
any cute guys he found back to, maybe he could get a Moroccan youth to live
there with him, who could help out with cleaning the house in exchange for
a nice bed. No, Nathan was getting ahead of himself, he didn't know when
the place would sell, it could be next week for all he knew. Nathan decided
to make the best of it though, he had to leave in around a month anyways.

Thomas and Rosie had already left and handed him the keys, so Nathan was
making his way back to his rented room for the last time. Walking past a
group of youths dressed in their fake Nike and Gucci tracksuits and caps, a
boy who was probably a year younger than Nathan – and who he had seen on
this corner before – jumped over and walked next to him, placing his arm
over Nathan's shoulder. The teen had a slightly thicker build than Nathan
and a cute smile, his pink lips contrasting with his caramel cheeks. After
asking a couple of questions about where Nathan was from and where he was
going the teens voice turned serious:

"You want to buy some hashish? Its good stuff my brother..."

The Rif Mountains in Northern Morocco contains the largest cannabis
cultivation area in the world and Nathan was often asked if he wanted to
buy some hashish or `kif' by local boys.  While many of these offers were
scams designed by corrupt police or criminals, Nathan enjoyed a nice joint
and told the boy that he would, it would be a nice celebration of his
newfound accommodation and income.

The teen led Nathan into a nearby alley and pulled out a joint, after
paying he boy for a little baggie of buds, they smoked the joint and Nathan
started to make his way back to the street. He felt a tug on his shoulder
though, as the boy reeled him back into the deserted alley. Believing he
was about to be robbed of his remaining cash and weed, Nathan got ready to
run.

Instead, the teen pulled Nathan closer to him and spoke into his ear:

"You have been looking at me before, yes?"

"I... Uhh...", Nathan stumbled over words, unable to deny his previous
ogling of the youth.

"You want to see the rest? No?" The boy smiled slyly.

This was surely too good to be true, first the riad, now a caramel Moroccan
teen asking if Nathan wanted to fuck him. He was pretty chuffed with how
his day had turned out. While Nathan asked the youth if He wanted to come
back to the house he had just acquired, the boy told him he had somewhere
private `enough' and he made no attempt to conceal the obvious – and
surprisingly large – bulge through his tracksuit pants. Evidently the
teen had been sex-starved for a while and hadn't been able to find an
opportunity – either that or he had a want for some tourist cock to
replace his usual meal of local brown dick. Either way, Nathan was all too
happy to oblige.

The youths drug dealing evidently provided him with more than a liveable
income, as they entered a larger room which the boy said was "just for me
and you". A large queen sized mattress lay on the floor and was
surprisingly clean, in fact, the whole room was in quite good shape and
Nathan wondered if the drug deal had been more than just coincidence.

"I'm Ali", the boy said with a smile as he took his tracksuit top off,
revealing a singlet covered body which looked like it had grown up in the
Medina. His chest looked strong, but he wasn't bulging out of his
clothes. Nathan took this as a sign and removed his own t-shirt.  Ali
walked over with a big grin:

"How big are you?" he asked.

"You'll have to show me first, after all, you were the one that asked me if
I wanted to see you..." Nathan replied wryly.

At first Ali looked concerned – he must have been used to getting his
way – but then he decided to stick to his promise. Standing just short
of Nathan, he began to stroke his own bulge, making very obvious the size
of his engorged member – which was just shorter than Nathan's own seven
inches. Ali slowly pulled his singlet off, revealing more of the same
smooth caramel skin and moderately sized nipples which Nathan yearned to
massage.  Pulling off his track pants, Ali revealed his brown legs, covered
in wisps of black hair, which grew steadily longer towards his package that
was still concealed by a pair of skimpy underwear. Nonetheless, Nathan had
a much better view of Ali's cock now, which stood quivering behind the
green underwear. Nathan reached out and grabbed the caramel dick, massaging
it through the Ali's undersized cock restraint, which they both thought
would break given any further strain.

Finally pulling off his last layer, Ali's cock sprung up to his chest, the
glossy member was uncut – which surprised Nathan. Ali gave Nathan a sexy
grin as his dick dripped drops of precum onto the carpet below, both teens
had never wanted something so badly. Nathan dropped down, desperate to
clean up any remaining boy juice before it disappeared, he licked Ali's
remaining pre off the tip of his cock and then took the head into his
mouth.  While Ali pushed his dick further into Nathan's waiting mouth,
Nathan brought his hands up to Ali's soft ass, massaging his soft but
somehow firm cheeks and pushing Ali's crotch and cock closer to his mouth,
desperate to get every last inch wet and lubed up with spit. Ali moaned as
Nathan scraped his dick lightly with his teeth, and he had to refrain from
cumming in Nathan's mouth then and there. Meanwhile, Nathan's hands slipped
between Ali's cheeks and found his pink hole, which despite taking a fair
share of decent sized cock, was still tight and firm to Nathan's touch. Ali
continued to moan as Nathan brought one of his fingers back into his mouth
to wet it, and promptly brought it back towards Ali's pink cunt, pushing in
towards his prostate. Ali's mind flashed back to being fingered just weeks
ago by Omar and Jamal, who had proceeded to spit-roast him and then dump
their loads in his hole – Omar at least had the courtesy to eat him out
afterwards.

Nathan knew how to please the Moroccan teen, perfectly timing his fingers
penetration with his licks and Ali's thrusts. Ali motioned towards the
mattress as Nathan pulled off of his cock, leaving it wet and
glistening. As he rose, Nathan quickly removed his pants, that had been
concealing his own hard member – which he brought to Ali's
attention. Nathan lay spread eagle on the mattress as Ali crawled towards
his crotch on his hands and knees. Now Nathan's own dick and ass could
receive some attention as Ali placed his head down, licking from the back
of Nathan's tight pussy, over his cunt, along the ridge to his
balls. Taking Nathan's sack in his mouth, Ali played with his balls before
releasing them, then continued up his shaft to Nathan's bulging head. As
Ali bobbed up and down, Nathan was reminded of his encounter with Dinesh in
fifth form, after all the sweaty boys had piled into the locker room,
showered and left, and just the two of them were left. He thought that had
been the best head he'd ever got and would get, Ali seemed to be proving
that wrong...

Realising it was only a matter of time until both he and Nathan came, Ali
took the opportunity to pull Nathan's now sweaty body to the side of the
mattress for better purchase. He spat into his palm and slowly rubbed his
throbbing brown cock, after working his cock for a few seconds he pushed
his index and forefinger into Nathan's hole, working it around them to get
it loose enough for his dick. After placing a third finger in, he continued
to rub the wet boycunt as he leant over and nibbled Nathan's nipples before
moving to Nathan's quivering cock and giving it a final lick as he extended
his fingers into the other teens prostate. Ali positioned Nathan's hole
over the edge of the mattress and placed the head of his cock on the pussy
he had worked open with his fingers. Nathan gasped as Ali's slick chocolate
cock began to enter him, as the head passed into his cunt Nathan felt a
wave of pleasure wash over him as he looked up at the cute caramel teen who
would soon be dumping his cum in Nathan's hole.

As Ali rocked back and forth into the other teens ass he gripped Nathan's
cock and stroked it in time with his strong thrusts, now it was Nathan
moaning as he took the whole length of the North African teen. Close to
cumming, Ali took his cock out of Nathan's hole and crawled up above him on
the mattress. Seeing what Ali wanted Nathan took the slick cock into his
mouth and sucked the mix of his and Ali's saliva and his own sweat and boy
juices.  After Nathan had cleaned up Ali's cock sufficiently, Ali moved his
head towards Nathan's member and lubed it up with spit, using some on his
own hole as well. As Ali positioned himself over Nathan, the teen began
stretching out Ali's cunt with his fingers, Nathan's hard cock dribbled
precum and he rubbed it into his member for more lubrication. Ali lowered
himself onto Nathan's throbbing cock and started jacking his own dick over
Nathan's chest.

Extending the length of his pulsing cock into Ali's now loose pussy, Nathan
reached around to his own ass and began rubbing it, massaging in the globs
of precum which Ali had left behind. Seeing Nathan biting his lip in
pleasure, Ali reached down and joined Nathan's hand in pleasuring him,
their wet digits met and twisted round one another as Ali continued to ride
Nathan's throbbing cock, which could only ooze so much before releasing all
his pent- up boy juices.

As both teens moaned in ecstasy, Ali felt himself letting go of his body,
and soon thick strings of his stark white cum – contrasting with his
caramel brown body – spurted onto Nathan's chest. Seeing the spectacle
of the North African teen riding and cumming on him was too much for
Nathan, and as he scooped some of the Moroccan's cum onto his own dick he
– and Ali – felt it harden. Soon he was jizzing into Ali's sloppy
cunt, loosened to such an extent that Nathan's cum leaked back out onto his
dick. As both teens gasped rapidly for air, Ali collapsed over Nathan,
whose cock slipped out of Ali's pussy with a slick `pop', and leaked the
remainder of his juice onto the mattress. The two boy's hands returned to
their mouths, as they sucked Nathan's ass and Ali's cock juices off their
digits, then exchanged them with a long kiss.

- FIN (for now) –

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