Vacationing for Professional Purposes in Marrakesh
Eleven young men lined up neatly, resembling a police lineup in a busy police station instead of a cheap brothel.
I found myself in the midst of a Marrakesh brothel, where they catered to all kinds of sexual needs. I had a sudden urge to find relief by having anal sex with a young male.
After doing some research, I discovered an affordable, clean brothel that treated their workers well and fulfilled various desires.
I picked the youngest and most attractive of the bunch, a 20-ish year-old who resembled George Michael.
Upon completing the negotiation and giving the Madam her payment, I was guided down a long hallway into a dark, small room.
As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I noticed hands reaching out to give me a condom and a tube of lubricant.
The moment I accepted the items, George lifted his long robes to show me his virgin, fuckable anus, posing over what seemed to be piles of bags.
This sight aroused me, causing me to get an erection. I removed my pants, put on the condom, applied excessive lubricant, and began thrusting into him.
Although George had probably experienced many similar encounters, his relaxed anus didn't provide me with the desired grip and pull. Regardless, I managed to reach a level of satisfaction as I emptied the condom.
I must admit, the experience left me feeling undeniably disappointed.
Around 11 in the morning, I woke up in my hotel room, partially conscious, and noticed a presence near my bed. My headache and dehydration were due to staying in the bar and drinking late into the night. The handsomely attractive barman guided me back to his room when the bar closed.
I was starting to suspect that all men in Marrakesh enjoyed being fucked from behind while leaning on something. Their robes were hiked up, exposing a ripe, pink anus for me to penetrate. For the sake of following the pattern, I let him fuck me in the same way. The whole situation seemed too routine.
A few minutes after waking up, a man wearing a full-length djellaba and a skullcap stood at my bed's edge, asking if he could help me with anything else.
I responded by pulling back the bedsheet to show my morning erection and inquired if he knew someone who could tend to it.
He definitely did, and he immediately spoke fluent English. In just two seconds, he had my erect penis in his mouth, sucking it fervently. He added some hand stroking to the mix. He didn't take long before reaching climax, soaking my bedsheets and his hand.
I noticed an undeniable bulge, indicating 'room service' had also been affected by the presence of my erect penis.
Out of reciprocity, I grabbed the man's djellaba, pulled it halfway off, and exposed a moderately sized, pulsating hard-on. I proceeded to imitate the oral and hand movements he had performed on me earlier. This time, he came much faster than I did.
Taking off his djellaba completely, the man named Asif climbed onto the bed, offering me his behind.
I went to my bedside table to get my condom and lubricant. I generously applied the lubricant to both of us and entered him gently.
As I gradually sped up, Asif remained still and relaxed. His tightness did, however, contribute to giving me an excellent, satisfying fuck.
Of course, I properly compensated the room service for their exceptional attention to detail.
During the taxi ride to the airport, I vowed to stay longer the next time I visited. Due to a two-day business trip, I wasn't able to do much sightseeing.
