Chapter 19. Dan's visit, part-2
The next day of his vacation I asked Dan what he wanted to do and he said he wanted to explore the walled city, maybe buy a souvenir. So we took showers and walked over by my old apartment. I decided to steer us across the beach as a shortcut. If you locate my place on gmaps you can see the beaches, I live in the apartment building with the KFC on the ground floor. We walked north to the beach called the Plage Malabata, then we turned left and walked across that and the Plage Municipale all the way to the harbor. You keep walking northwest around the harbor to the old Roman built harbor (the one with no boats tied up). Across the waterfront boulevard is a large parking lot. Behind and above it is the southeast corner of the walled city and my apartment is just another boxy white building with square windows. You can see in that area there are multiple layers of old city wall, now used to slow erosion during monsoon rains. Up in that corner is one of the wide ramps that go from street level, over the wall and down inside the ancient city. That was the route we took.
"It looks inviting." Dan commented about the flawless beach and the calm sea water in the bay.
"Yah, but its ice cold, it makes your titties shrivel up into tiny dots."
Dan chuckled with the confidence that his are too big for that. But it would make any man's dick contract back inside his belly, and his nuts would hide trying to stay warm too. So I reminded him when we swim in the water to a shark it sounds like a dinner bell. Come and get it!
We did a lot of walking and he never complained about the hills or the stairs. I showed him my office, which was locked with a sign stating it was closed due to a family emergency. The wording on my sign kind of bothered him because he was the actual family emergency. We looked in through the large plate glass window that ran from floor to ceiling and wall to the door frame.
After almost two hours of walking we arrived in the center of the walled city, an open air market where the street was a little wider and there were lots of tables with chairs and umbrellas sitting outside the four cafes. Most of them were old, going back to before WW2 and still owned by the same families.
We ate lunch at a famous old café in the Central Socco, I purchased a tiny paper cup of THC coated (hashish oil) peanuts and we both ate two with lunch. I know that doesn't sound like much but just wait about 100 minutes and you'd change your mind too!
We ate baked fish fillets with veggies then followed the crowd of slow moving tourists to a small courtyard where an acoustic band was playing Arabic music (guitars, bongos, drums, and little accordion type instruments). We sat and enjoyed the show for a while and really started to get into the tunes. That's how I knew Daniel was pretty high. Everyone in the band had grey hair and missing teeth but they jammed like the Grateful Dead. They went instantly from one song to the next, few people realized it was a different song. I think most of the crowd was stoned too.
At first the music was hard to follow and all the musicians were elderly men in Djellabas and small turbans. After a while you started to notice the intricacy of their playing and it was like another dimension suddenly opened up and we both kind of understood it was actually a jam session. It's just that the musicians sort of appeared like filthy street beggars but over time (and with a little help from the THC) I started to really get into the music and the playing and realized they were really good. But they played with no amps, no lighting, no pyrotechnic effects, and the entire audience was mesmerized. I think their purpose was to show the love of Allah but their one small sign was in Arabic calligraphic script.
After the show ended we left and I asked him if he had his passport and he reached into his back pocket and pulled it out. I quietly asked if we might rid the world of a few pickpockets, maybe I'll walk behind him with the sprayer in hand. He slipped it into his back jeans pocket but left it up so the top inch or two was visible then we wandered around looking at stuff for sale, I stayed about eight feet behind him with my eyes on his ass and the tiny spray can in my right hand. Sooner or later a fish is gonna take the bait. We started to leave the courtyard where the band was playing and I saw Dan drop some US cash in the donation bucket, I think he left several twenties.
We stopped to look at a stand selling hats and sure enough an older woman, probably a gypsy walked behind him and pulled it out and left with it, so I followed and when she stopped to let a tuk-tuk go by I spun her around and told her to give it back, she did and I sprayed it directly at her mouth, she sniffed the lavender scent then told me to fuck off and tried to kick my legs but I jumped back, she missed and nearly fell backwards herself. I found Dan still looking at the leather caps and he put it back in his back pocket.
It didn't take but 20 minutes and we caught another one, this time a boy, maybe 11 years old. He refused to return it and pretended to not understand so I shoved him against a wall and kept my hand on his chest. The kid reached behind and pulled the passport out and handed it back. I sprayed him in the face and let him go. We moved to the other side of the Socco and caught one more and also sprayed him, I think he was in his 50s. Those folks sure know what a US Passport looks like! So he handed it to me and I put it in my front pocket and we changed course and headed toward the nearest door in the wall. On the way we stopped at a leather dealer and looked at wallets and some clothing items, they were clearly making knockoff moccasins, gloves, boots, and jackets. Daniel purchased a wallet and moccasins for his feet. I looked to see if they had a dick and balls pouch made of leather with a strap around the back but saw no adult leather clothing. No restraints, harnesses, or whips. Then we exited the city and crossed the wide waterfront boulevard to see the harbors. We stopped and sat on a bench and I looked closely at the leather moccasins he got expecting to find a Made in China tag but the bag said they were made in Morocco with Spanish leather.
We walked the shortest route to the commercial pier so I could take pictures of three freighters unloading, then we walked around the big harbor and looked at all the larger boats and the fishing boats. Dan quietly asked why INR wanted freighter photos. I told him they never explained why but I suspect they were trying to verify things they saw on satellite images, for training purposes. Dan said I should do it with a drone, fly it from the roof of my apartment, and take photos and fly back home. That way I wouldn't have to do all that walking. He said the route could be automated if it had a decent GPS.
It was an entire day of walking and both of us were worn out by the time we made it home at 5:10pm. I showed him what I had to eat at home and we decided to cook a frozen pizza, but jazz it up with more cheese and pepperoni first.
After dinner we hung out on the sofa and drank coffee and talked for three hours then went to bed. But that evening we went downstairs to get my mail from the little box. There was a letter from Jen, so I opened it and shared it with Dan.
Jennifer announced she submitted the form for transfer into a similar position in the corporate office in Madrid. She won't know if she got the position for a month yet, but if she gets the transfer she'll move to Spain in the next fiscal quarter.
"If she moves to Madrid how often do you think you'll see each other?" Dan asked.
"I'm not sure; she's married to her damn job. There is a possibility she might have to bring her mother along too. Maybe once a month, like over the weekend, Friday to Sunday."
"You get along with her mother?" Dan asked.
"It's her aunt who caused all the trouble between us, not her mom. But I don't think her mom was a fan of me either. Sometimes people sense my autism and don't like the vibe they get, like I might suddenly turn into Jeffrey Dahmer. I'm sure her mother has warned her not to marry that autistic freak."
Dan asked, "You think she told her mother about the two of you in bed? That's weird."
"She tells her mother everything because she wants the feedback. Her mom is sort of like her only moral compass."
I tried to explain what I said earlier about me meeting people but it was so weird I think he thought I was kidding. "It goes like this: I'm introduced to someone, I smile and nod and maybe say `nice to meet you' but some people, maybe five in a hundred look at me and instantly dislike me, nor can they hide their feelings. I see and know it instantly because it always looks the same. I've had this my entire life, some people instantly hate me. I can often tell who it will be because they dress and talk the same."
Dan said, "You know what part of it might be?"
"No, maybe."
"You never offer to shake hands and never do the standard shallow plastic exchange because you're from Planet Literal."
"Say what?"
"People these days say, `Hi, how are you?' but they really don't wanna know. They say it but they don't mean it. You don't say it because you're literal, you really don't wanna know so you never ask, but to a lot of people that insincere exchange is extremely important, it means you're one of them, you're on Team Social Media." He explained it meant that person took the shots, swallowed the pill, watch the TV shows, you're on the same team.
"Yah, that might be part of it. I think some of it has to do with my nerdy face and body shape. Being 35 but looking 17 is another part of me that bothers some people. I'm 35 but I visually identify as a teenager. You look like a teen trying to look mid to late 30s and that triggers some people who watch way too much TV." I was going to say that all the women who hate me are named Karen but I decided not to say it.
After some quiet time he said, "I don't see why you have that problem, if they'd just give you a chance, you're a perfectly wonderful guy, I trust you with my life and you've never let me down."
"Thanks Dan. It means a lot coming from a convicted killer." He flipped me off! So I pinched his tit hard. We had a good laugh after a brief fake boxing match on the sofa.
That evening we went to bed around 8:30pm, and did something we never did before, we spooned naked under the sheet and blanket, and it was very nice feeling his soft warm flesh pressed against mine. I hope he felt the same comfort. I made up for pinching his tit by reaching up and rubbing it gently for a while.
I even felt his junk a couple times but he never stopped me or got hard, but I did.
Thursday.
This was our last full day together, I wanted to make it memorable but really there isn't that much to do that he'd like other than spend time with me. We slept late, to around 9am, still naked and sandwiched together like two little puppies.
After he came back from the bathroom I asked if there was anything he wanted to do on his last day. He climbed under the blanket and snuggled against me and put one arm on front of me (he spooned from behind). Then he said, "Let's do this, and maybe something else."
"Like what?"
"Like what about you make me come like at school."
"You serious?"
"Yup." He said and reached down and adjusted his wiener to a better position, I felt it against my bare butt.
I got out of bed and went to the kitchen and filled my tall plastic cup with cold water and ice cubes, then peed and set the water near the alarm clock and got back in bed. This time I got on my back and reached down and gripped his limp thing and started wiggling it around and he got hard quickly.
I kicked the sheets down and moved between his legs and rubbed my face on his stomach and sniffed his belly button and licked it out, it tasted clean. Next I moved lower and took him in my mouth and with my right hand I stroked him to a rather rapid orgasm, he came in my mouth. I felt it squirt twice and hit the back of my mouth. I washed it down with water and went back to his tummy and rubbed my face all over it and visited his chest and licked his tits but never sucked on `em. Dan has nice tits but they're hard to suck on because his chest is flat like a skinny little boy.
We stayed home the rest of the day. I showered him twice and finger washed his belly button and his butt crack too just in case, his crack was usually out of bounds. For the first time he stood facing the shower nozzle and with soapy hands I trespassed between his butt cheeks and rubbed his rosebud the same as I did his nips. He actually adjusted his feet further apart so I re-soaped my hands and pressed even harder. For most guys the harder you massage a rectum the nicer it feels. Then I tried pushing one finger up inside him so I could massage the inside wall of his rectum because all humans have a very sensitive spot in there, it allows us to feel the passage of stool, but when rubbed by a finger is almost as pleasurable as rubbing the head of your dick. He actually let me do it, I expected he'd reach back and yank my hand away, but he never stopped me. He got completely erect from me playing with his ass, it was his first time feeling that.
An hour after our shower I blew him again, this time mostly by hand and he came on his stomach. I offered him a taste of his own semen but he politely declined.
He blurted out something else we probably didn't have in Morocco that he might not be able to live without: "What about a place that makes Philly steak sandwiches wit Wiz and onions?"
I laughed and said there are sandwiches here with long crusty rolls like a submarine roll but beef is less common here and Wiz... probably not, but they got Provolone here. "You gotta remember- beef here is not as common as it is in the states, but you might be able to get a steak sandwich made with sliced goat and melted Swiss." Dan immediately acted like he was about to barf, I laughed at his show.
Around 2:30pm Daniel's boy parts were waking up again, he sat upright in bed with his back against the headboard and his rod in his right hand. That image was all the invitation I needed. Moving beside him I reached over and pushed his hand out of the way and carefully stroked him in a manner that would be super intense.
Daniel squirmed and lowered his chin down, eyes wide open. I watched his chest heave as he gasped for more air and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Several times he started to reach for his dick but I batted his hand away. I tortured him with extreme pleasure and before long he put his hands on either side of his hips and pushed down, which raised his hips a little and he started humping my hand as he got close. His dick was bright red and felt very warm and totally rigid pointing at the ceiling. He tried to warn me, but I saw his nuts were fully pulled up and he was close to an intense orgasm.
In the past every time I serviced him he was flat on his back, who knows what fantasies he had in his brain about who was blowing him. But this was the first time he closely watched.
One large white glop of semen oozed from his hole then it sprayed semen like a lawn sprinkler, it everywhere. Next, he shot one long string, it landed across his chest and tummy then he oozed thick semen which dribbled down the sides of his dick, across my fingers and collected in the recently trimmed hairs on his lower belly. He let one huge breath and started to pant and sweat heavily.
I was on my stomach half on top of his right thigh, his boner firmly held in my right hand, he displayed a very relaxed broad smile. In that moment his entire world was his upper body, his boner in my hand, and me. His dick was in the exact center of the universe which was his upper body, his boner, and my face and hands. I think something actually clicked in his brain. It was like something weird happened in that moment, I actually saw it. I saw what appeared like puff of black smoke emerge from his chest and vanish in an instant. I can hardly describe it.
He sat there smiling and trying to catch his breath and nearly looked very stoned, he couldn't take his eyes off his shiny red boner in my hand (my face just inches away) and sometimes he glanced at me as he breathed deeply. I looked at his dick and leaned over, slid my fingers down to his nuts and bent it back to aim towards my mouth. Dan nearly shouted, "Oh no, don't! It's too sensitive!" I slowly looked at his head and gently leaned over and carefully took it in my mouth and he clenched every muscle in his body expecting it to be painfully intense, so much that it hurt. But I moved slowly and grabbed the last two inches of his dick with my lips, tongue, and the roof of my mouth and cushioned it perfectly still. I felt numerous drops of his semen on my face and felt several more land in my hair.
Dan raised his hands and grabbed clumps of hair on my skull to prevent me from moving. I held perfectly still as his intensity faded and he started to relax and let go of my hair. After a few minutes of holding him in my mouth I slowly slid off the head and licked his entire head all the way around (and licked up the semen on my fingers) and gently kissed it and pulled off and showed him my tongue was covered, then I closed my mouth and swallowed, then showed him my tongue again and smiled.
I leaned forward and kissed his tummy and let go of his dick, but it was still in the center of the universe. He reached out and caressed the side of my face and started to talk but he sounded like he was on the verge of crying. "That was the most semen I made in my life."
"You're welcome." I whispered and moved my hand back to cradle his nuts. He said it felt like I reached inside him and squeezed semen out, way more than normal for him. Again, I said "You're welcome."
I saw tears appear in both his eyes, he reached up to wipe them away, and his dick was still hard and pointing straight up, still the center of the universe. He sighed and whispered he was speechless. I told him he had a beautiful dick, he should be proud, and his semen tasted great. He chuckled and said "You're welcome.''
We had some quiet time; I had my hand around the base of his dick keeping it aimed straight up, so far he showed no sign of losing his erection. Then I got out of bed and came back with some paper towels and started wiping-up the semen on both of us. He used one to try to get it out of my hair and off my shoulders and upper arms. He carefully wiped the drops off my face too.
Just as an experiment I saw one drop on his arm so I swiped it up with my finger and reached up and pushed it inside his mouth and for the first time he didn't fight me or block my hand. Inside his mouth I felt his tongue slide across my finger.
"No flavor really, just some salt." I commented and he shrugged his shoulders and agreed.
By then he was starting to lose his rod, so I rested my head on his thigh, my nose against his balls, his half limp dick rested against my face. I closed my eyes and he did the same and we took a little nap together with his dick still as the center of the universe and we both took a brief nap.
I don't think he'd ever had sex like that before in his life.
Let me take a moment and explain why I think that event changed his brain.
All our times in the past he was always flat on his back, his view was usually the ceiling (or his eyelids) and he never saw the sausage get made. But that time he sat upright, bent over watching my work. For the first time he actually saw semen shoot out like a white string in the air. He watched what I did and how my attention was totally focused on the last three inches of his dick. And in that short time everyone in the room was focused mentally on his dick, so it became the center of the universe. I think it was sort of like briefly being the Pharaoh of Egypt, a self-proclaimed and adored Man-God. He wore the crown of the upper and lower Nile for nearly sixty minutes and it actually changed him. Based on things he told me in the past I believe Daniel is a missionary sex kind of guy so he probably rarely sees holes (but he talks as if he did more), I think he's never really watched himself come before. Luckily he got to see a rather large orgasm. That's my theory.
About 45 minutes later he woke up but didn't move. Then I woke up and raised my face from his belly and looked at him. Dan said he felt great and needed to eat and drink something. We discussed food. Then we got out of bed and got into shorts only and started to make an early supper. We decided to make sliced roast beef sandwiches on toasted white bread.
While I was smearing mayonnaise on slices of bread he asked me, "If I may ask, exactly why do you like dick?"
"You really want an answer?" I thought we'd discussed this like a day or two ago, so here we go again. I got to thinking this was a very non-hetero topic and wondered why he suddenly wanted to know such a thing, or even cared.
"Yes, that's why I asked. I want to hear your thoughts."
"Why do I suck dick? Because I enjoy doing it and it feels good. I love the way a boner tastes and feels in my mouth or against my face. I like the way it makes guys behave when their most valuable and secret possession is in my mouth or my hand. I love giving you the intense pleasure of an orgasm and my reward comes when you produce milk for me and I get to take you inside my body. When I swallow your semen your essence travels through my entire body and we become one briefly, I like that. When you let me control your dick you're handing me your credit card and the keys to your brand new motorcycle and trusting me to not wreck it, and that says a lot. When your dick is in my mouth I own you, when you come we become one for a few days."
"What about pre-come and semen in the mouth? What's it like."
"I've tasted semen, most guys taste the same. A couple are bitter, but it won't kill you, just rinse it down. Imagine a shot of baby food bananas without the banana flavor. For some people the problem with eating come is that consistency. You gotta rinse anyway because the sperms will eventually attack your lips. Rinse it down and they die instantly in the stomach. Let a guy come in your mouth and you've made a friend for life, it's that simple. Any guy who comes in your mouth and doesn't become a friend should be avoided forever." I paused briefly then said that "when someone comes in my mouth it isn't much of a feeling, it's like having yogurt squirted in but I barely feel it. There's a temperature change because semen feels cool. The important thing is knowing the best orgasms in a man's life happen when he comes in someone's mouth."
I told Dan: "When I come inside Jen my semen disappears, that's the end of it. But when a guy comes in my mouth I can keep it there for hours and I actually taste him for maybe half a day after it. When he comes it takes time and effort, he made it just for me. Nobody knows him that way except his closest friends, it's extremely personal and intimate. What a man tastes like is his single biggest secret. All his buddies in the gym get to see his dick, but only a few special friends know how he tastes. I really like that. He can change his hair color, his aftershave, and his clothes but he cannot change the way he tastes. A vagina can clamp down but I can move my tongue and customize the inside of my mouth to satisfy your dick, that's why oral sex feels better than vaginal sex."
After some quiet time I got another thought: "You probably already know this but every person has their own unique crotch odor. It comes from normal skin bacteria and our sweat and skin. So each person has a unique crotch scent, which is also a secret know only by his closest of friends. It's one thing I remember about a man for years after sex, how he smelled when I pushed my nose into his balls."
I told Daniel a story, something that I hope registered forever in his brain:
"We've told each other for years now that we loved each other. You've said it, I've said it. When I let you come in my mouth I'm proving it. What I did was an act of love because I really do love you. It's my gift and I'm pretty good at it. You can give a stranger a few bucks, it's totally insincere. But when you let a man orgasm inside your mouth there's no faking that, no insincerity."
Dan silently sat beside me briefly then started to sniffle and told me more of his secrets:
Dan confessed he was fully ready to kill himself one night in prison, his cellmate was in the hospital and he spent an hour with a razor against the radial artery in his left wrist telling himself it was the only way out. He said he'd been thinking about killing himself for weeks and finally got the chance when his cellmate was gone.
I asked him if he thought about me while he pondered killing himself and Dan said yes, he did. But the main reason why he wanted to die was to make his pain stop. He never hit anyone on a bicycle and now he was in prison because some lawyer had to prove he could do his job, even if it meant convicting the wrong person. He said he was so full of anger and depression but he had only himself to punish, if he sliced the artery all the pain would end. Dan looked at me and mumbled that he truly hated himself and hated being alive. He said with one lucky deep slice of the razor he'd get under the blanket and let the blood pool around his body in the dark and nobody would know until he didn't get up in the morning.
As he spoke about his worst night in prison I felt a sudden wave of sadness and put my hand over my mouth to hide my reaction, I was on the verge of sobbing but I fought it back and kept it inside. Dan's entire voice changed and got really dark and serious, I knew he wasn't telling a story, it really happened. I gasped for air several times as I fought to keep from crying.
Then something really weird happened and his entire face suddenly changed and he started to talk again. "This thing we just did, I feel twenty pounds lighter, like my heart is full of love and everything is at peace. I haven't felt that since Liz and I were together, I never thought I could feel such happiness and love with another man. My entire body suddenly feels calm inside, it's really weird.
Then he sort of laughed and told me he had no idea what he was trying to say other than something changed inside him tonight and he had a lot of thinking to do, and he appreciated the time we spent together, it was very important to him. Then he told me I might have saved his life.
So I said, "Does this mean on your next trip to Morocco you'll wanna spend the entire time with your boner in the middle of everythin?"
He chuckled and said, "Maybe. Hell, I've no clue what I'm sayin." Then he laughed. I think what changed in him tonight was a huge chunk of anger over his false conviction finally left his soul. I practically saw it leave his body, like a dark entity flew away into the ether.
I turned out the lights and got back in bed, Dan rolled over and gently kissed me on the mouth, and then he went to sleep.
Eventually I fell asleep too. My alarm clock was set for three hours before his flight departed Tangier. Before I fell asleep one thought entered my mind that the amount of affection Dan had for me probably grew stronger tonight. I may have gone from best friend to someone he truly loved. The test will be to see how that love translates through his hetero firewall.
The hard part was going to be that our love for each other had nothing to do with sex. It's hard to keep the two apart.
In the morning I cooked him a dish I've seen served in Old Tangier to tourists, it's sort of like an omelet. You dice a boiled potato into small cubes then mix those in a small fry pan with diced onion and three eggs and pan fry it like a thick pancake. You serve it on a plate after smearing the top with catsup and mayo, salt, pepper, coriander, and maybe some chopped chives or parsley. Some places mix in diced red bell peppers too. He said it was very filling; he could only eat half, so I ate the other half.
We took a red taxi to the airport, Dan seemed unusually quiet as he blankly stared out the window. We shook hands when he got in the security line, I turned around and walked back outside and took the bus to my office and spent the rest of the day in the little embassy. I spent time seated close to my desk with one hand on my dick outside my pants, I think after his visit I was about ten orgasms behind. I could not get the images of Dan out of my head all day. The ones I saw the most where him sitting-up in bed while I was between his legs, and his boner was about halfway between my nose and his chest for hours. We spent hours like that and it really changed him.
His visit went much better than I expected. He did not get the quiet time he said he wanted. But the surroundings here are very different from Houston Texas. Time will tell. And the subject of my dick and my desires was never mentioned, I guess he thought that his dick in my mouth was my reward, my payment, my share of the fun. I'm guessing the most I might hope for some day was that he wanked me right after he came in my mouth, and I didn't have to ask or remind him.
That evening on the sofa (in the dark) listening to the sounds outside my window I got to thinking about Dan again and finally realized he didn't come here to see Tangier, he came here to see me, spend time with me. All that talk about quiet and going fishing for a couple years was bullshit, he spent all that money and time to see me. I guess I never thought he'd ever do something like that. It really boosted my sense of self worth knowing two people loved me that much. Too bad neither of them lives on this side of the planet!
But perhaps it's a good thing neither of them is closer than 5000 miles away!
It took a long time for those mental images of him and me in bed to fade away. I think if I was a girl he might have asked me to marry him that day.
Later that day after he left I wanked in bed with mental images of his dick and nipples and came twice. My fantasy was that he begged me to come on him so I got on my knees beside his hip and wanked over him and spurt across his stomach and chest.
Soon after Dan flew back to the States I happened to find an interesting article that explained in plain English how testicles worked. It said our testicles normally hung at different heights. It said each one has two chambers. The lower chamber was where sperms were built and DNA added. After they're built they move to the upper part where they finish maturing into healthy little tadpoles. They stay there until they are pumped to the Prostate gland. But if you don't use them soon they are broken down and the contents recycled and used to build more new tadpoles.
When you have an orgasm there are tiny muscles in your sack that lift your nuts upward and in doing so the tadpoles are pumped into the prostate, which is one of the things we feel during an orgasm. The sperms are pumped into the prostate where the cream is made and mixed with the tadpoles and squirted into the same tube as your pee and spits out the end of your dick.
When you look at all the tiny mechanisms in your nut sack and your testicles it makes me wonder why people put rubber bands around their nuts, they should be treated with great care, not tied up like a bad dog in the back yard.
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