Chapter 20. Possible party on the Peninsula.
Three weeks after Daniel flew back home to Texas, Patrick called and invited me attend a private party as his guest. The annual party was held near the oceanfront town called Cabo Negro, which is northeast of the Tetouan airport. There's a peninsula dotted by large private homes and expensive condos, most of them were super expensive residences on high ground overlooking the sea. One was supposedly owned by a famous old Hollywood actor. The story sounded interesting as long as nobody called law enforcement, but this was on private property and by invitation only. Patrick said the party was in two weeks if I wanted to go, on a whim I agreed and asked how we'd get there. Patrick said by a limo service.
I asked why anyone would have such an expensive party and have guests enter for free and he said the host was filthy rich, he liked looking at and being around twinks, and was always on the hunt for beautiful bodies to interview for parts in movies. Then he said it was not the homeowner throwing the party but his son. He said the owner was probably in Los Angeles where he worked as a film producer and writer, the guy (Alan Hale III) is in his 80s but his son is in his early 50s. He said he forgot the guy's name but would text it to me if it came to him. My interest was in looking him up in the State database to see if there might be some other racket going on. I didn't want to do anything that might end up costing me my job with State.
Ever since we had that conversation I regretted agreeing to go. This was supposed to be a private party for young men, we'd probably be the only circumcised people there, and I might be the oldest guest too. We were supposed to be picked up at my apartment at 1:30pm and return home around 2-3am by the same limo. From what Patrik said it sounded like there would be underage males there too. He told me the theme of the party this year was Celebrating Erections.' Patrick suggested it might look like the movie Eyes Wide Shut without the weird ceremony room stuff and all those ugly Mardi gras masks and robes. My brain kept warning me it could be some sort of trap to rid the state of those pesky gay boys, toss em in prison where they belong. In searching online I could not find any state records of arrests or complaints. The property where the party is planned has no immediate neighbors to hear loud music or moaning.
Where was the party? If you recall when I fly out of Tetouan we always take off heading east. The end of the runway is about a mile and a half from the shoreline, which is almost a straight line of sand and water which runs nearly north-south. When you take off and fly over the beaches just a glance to the left up the coast, the long line of white sand beaches ends at a point of land, and that's the peninsula. So homes on the south side of the peninsula have a view of all those hotels and ten miles of white sand beach and all those bathing beauties not getting into the ice cold water because of the sharks! But the beaches are crowded none the less. I hear it is the most popular stretch of beach in Morocco! Most of the people on those beaches are from central Africa, it's their Daytona Beach and its family friendly too.
That entire waterfront area is loaded with nice resort hotels, restaurants, shops, attractions, and its low crime and very clean. The only down side is the sea water is cold (10 months of the year) and they have a small history of swimmers being bitten or stung by sea creatures. But fish bites don't scare many vacationers. Even the very beaches where the 1975 movie Jaws was filmed (around Martha's Vineyard) is packed with swimmers every summer.
We had another discussion the next day on the phone about the party and I told him some of the visuals I was having were making me uncomfortable and he tried to get me to chill out and go with the plan, the party was just for fun and everything was free. They've had four similar parties before and they never got out of hand, nobody got infected, everyone took an STD test at the door. It was a mixer for local young gays since Morocco outlawed gay decades ago. He explained the man who owned the house was from America and used this place as a winter get-away house but he'll probably be working and not show up, but the owner's son and his friend ran the party and would be there mixing drinks and keeping an eye on security. The guy's son was in his 50s.
Patrik also said this was their 5th Annual Twink Party and nobody's been hurt or busted in the past. I asked how last years went and he said he saw pictures from previous parties and they're mostly the same, except for the theme. He said last year was Come in the Bucket' and the year before that it was Piss in the Bucket.' This year it's `Erections.'
I asked if I'd be obligated to get hard and show off my bone and he said probably not, but everyone will be encouraged to show some hidden flesh.
They expected everyone to not get shit faced drunk, please limit your consumption of alcohol and drugs. No meth, heroin, or cocaine was allowed. They encouraged minimal pot smoking and good times, everyone gets horny, grab some flesh, show off your boner and your body, and eat lots of free food. They discouraged muscle boys from attending, so it was steered toward twinks and femboys, they didn't wish to see body builders or washboard abs. Then it clicked in my brain why I was invited, because my body fit the description of a twink (still). As we got off the phone he suggested I conserve sperm for maybe a week prior and plan to come in front of an audience of young men. That won't be easy, after a few days of not wanking my dick usually tried to take control of my right hand and arm.
As an autistic adult meeting strangers can be awkward for me, I'm not good at it and I haven't taught Patrik how to compensate for me getting too quiet in a social setting so the entire party thing just sounded like a bad idea the more I thought about it. There was also the issue of underage young men attending but Patrik explained that in Morocco the age of consent was lower than in the USA so a 15 year old boy can sign a contract, get married, and go to adult prison too. He said 18 years was the law in the USA but not in Arab states. He said the age for a girl to agree to get married was based on the onset of puberty, it's been that way all around the world since the earliest days of mankind.
I thought to myself: Why would anyone want to marry a 12 year old? They know almost nothing about life, relationships, babies, food, or sex. Maybe that wasn't the case 200 years ago, which is sad.
Life and work were busy for the two weeks before the twink party but I kept focused on work. During that time the ambassador from Rabat made progress on my pilot license certifications. I received a letter from State in D.C., the Chief of Staff. He advised me that as a cost saving step I could let my certification for the Cessna 172 expire but maintain the one for the Cessna Citation. I agreed and let the propeller certification expire. That meant a few less trips to Tetouan a year and would save the embassy thousands of dollars.
I also heard from Daniel after his visit to Morocco, he was doing well and quit his job at the turkey factory. He said he met a girl and he told her on their first date what happened to him and she came back for a second and third date, so far it seems to be working and she's a nice person. They have not done anything more serious than hold hands, kiss, and drive around Houston seeing some of the sights. Houston is difficult to describe to people, but it's a place with lots of individuality and creative thinkers. Houston has lots of public art displays and unique buildings and businesses, it's also a destination for BBQ junkies and they offer all types of cooking and sauces, not just the Texas BBQ standard.
Houston is the 2nd biggest American city in hurricane territory, #1 is Miami. Everyone knows that any year the hand of God could steer a cat-5 storm right into the gulf and straight toward Galveston then into Houston, which is only 30 miles from the coast.
When those Atlantic storms come over land they immediately start to weaken so they can't get a cat-5 storm but they could get a severe tropical storm. The worst one in recent memory was Tropical Storm Allison in 2001, it brought Houston over 25 inches of rain, left 30,000 homeless, destroyed or damaged over 50,000 homes and killed 34 people. Let me tell you, 25 inches of rain in one storm is a fuck of a lot of water!
The days went by and I was distracted thinking about the party. You can see the peninsula on gmaps, search for: Ras el Aswad, then check out the neighborhood. The party was at the place on the waterfront with the pool and a pier on the water. It's a 15,000 sq ft home on the south side of the peninsula, the party was confined to the building near the pool. We'll get dropped off on the driveway then walk downhill between the house and the perimeter wall to the lowest section which was the location of the party. That house sits on a rather steep hillside. All of the homes we saw on the peninsula were on hillsides.
Patrik texted me photos from their last party, the walls and doors were mostly glass. There's an indoor fountain and tons of plastic and real trees inside so that part looks like a jungle inside. They had an 8-person hot tub inside and gold leaf on the roof support pillars. They had a full bar and someone outside with a smoker serving ribs and brisket sandwiches, American style. They also had smoked half-chickens and different kinds of fish and smoked sausage. Everything was free once you showed your invitation and passed the blood test. Each invitee was allowed one guest. The invites clearly said `Twinks and Femboys only please.' Patrik suggested the son owned a company that produced a lot of gay movies (like Call Me by your Name) in the past and he preferred that body type for the actors. He said if the guy had a hairy lower belly you couldn't even see his belly button, all that body hair interfered with admiring their flesh. He also suggested they were recording some areas of the party in search of the most beautiful twinks to offer an acting audition. They always need actors who could pass for 16 in front of the camera. The party was sort of a screening for a possible brief career as a model or actor. Patrik said Morocco had a big movie industry but it was all in the southern part of the country.
It's nice to see someone was throwing a party for an outlawed group of young people.
I decided to totally shave myself smooth the day before the party. It's not easy to reach some those places. I am not a super flexible guy like the ones you see online who can suck their own dick.
Patrik quietly pointed out something easily missed on one of the party photographs. On the pool deck was the shadow of a security guard standing on the roof of the residence, his shadow looked like he was holding some kind of rifle, so they were taking big steps to ensure the guests were safe. He said they spent close to $70k on this party every year, but that was pocket change to them and it was for a good cause.
One day recently I got a text message from an unknown number, I was reluctant to even open it but it had no attachments, after a couple weeks I actually read it. Days later I got two more texts from the same number. The messages appeared to be from Hadi Hassan, the oldest grandchild of Octavio Bustamante. He said his grandfather had an excellent harvest and bought him a smart phone and a year of service, so he was sharing it with his brothers. All three are enrolled in the local Parochial School and accelerated Spanish classes. This year's harvest was a record breaker because of the three extra workers, they barely dropped any grapes. They planted ten new vines but it will take 2-3 years until their first grapes. All three boys have joined the church, and are doing well at home and in school. They ride the bus to school but it's closed during the grape harvest. He said their Grandfather is well and still tutoring them at home in world history and plant biology. His fourth text was oddly worded but I guessed it meant they were saving up to purchase boards and nails to build proper walls in the upstairs so each brother can have some privacy, and grandpa says the walls are needed because the brother's feet smell. His third text included a new photo of the three brothers outside in the vineyard, arm in arm with big smiles and the same denim overalls, bare feet, and skinny ankles.
I wondered how they handled the shower stall in the kitchen, but I think across the world that is a lot more common than most realize because hot running water in many places was a recent addition to existing homes. Jen told me later they probably bathed with a garden hose in the vineyard and not actually in the kitchen.
I replied to Hadi by saying it was nice to hear the updates, stay in touch. (Es un placer escuchar las noticias, mantegase en contacto).
I suppose in a few more years Hadi will be married and building a new house on the property for his future family. Then maybe they'll buy the property next door, boosting their farmable land from 3 to 8 acres but they have lots of trees to cut and stumps galore to pull before they can begin planting. After that comes a small greenhouse for starting new vines and grafting new plants on existing roots, and more bottling equipment at home. They could make a ton of money if they could produce bottled wine themselves instead of selling the crop at wholesale. I saw online there are many small vineyards on the mountains west of Barcelona.
Oh yes, I read in an online newspaper archive (from Barcelona) the story of their family that the boy's mother was the daughter of Octavio, she was born and raised on the vineyard but their father was a farmer from Algeria. Hadi's parents met during high school when the school boys travelled across the Sea to learn about traditional farming at an agriculture school in Palleja, Spain. His daughter was attending the school and could not stop herself from staring at one particular handsome young man from Algeria. The family said it was infatuation at first sight, but it took a long time until they met again, but they had written letters for two years. Four years after the third son was born the boy's father ended up in prison for publically protesting Algerian government corruption. The mother was kidnapped and never seen again after father went to prison, she was presumed dead because of evidence at the scene of her abduction. The children were suddenly homeless and turned to crime so they could eat, and they lived together in an old drainage ditch full of straw and insects until they were caught and sold to the child slave auction in Gdyel. The child auction is the reason why you don't see many homeless children on the streets in Oran.
If State ever offered me an Op to go east to find the people who purchase children at a human auction, purchased to fulfill their own twisted sexual desires I'd pack my bags today. I'd go regardless of the danger. My primary target would be the men who dismember children alive then have sex with the living corpse. Yes, there are people who pay lots of money for that service. I've heard gruesome stories from State about children found alive but their entire abdominal cavity was surgically emptied of organs, then they were raped and left to die alone strapped to a crude surgical table without water or heat.
The calendar was finally down to two days before the twink party in Cabo Negro. I was super excited and had been conserving sperm too, which was difficult to do.
Patrik texted me, he said he wanted to come over the night before, I texted him back I'd be home after 6:45pm.
Last week I ordered some clothes online, we were all expected to arrive in black slacks, white shirt, tie, an undershirt, and white briefs. I wore black runners and low-rise socks. I brought some cash and my Spain driver's license, it was marked DIPLOMAT. And I brought my tiny spray can just in case. The one I brought was half gone, so it only had a few sprays left. It is really not a defensive weapon like pepper spray because the exposed person usually doesn't feel anything for 16 hours. Most people don't even feel the spray itself, but they certainly smell the lavender. The most they feel is a slight puff of air. Once in a while the spray makes some of them sneeze a few times.
Just to be safe I showed it to Patrik and told him it was not breath spray, never touch it. He thought it was weird but agreed.
That evening we carefully shaved each other, it was the first time someone shaved my butt crack and my legs. We took turns standing in the tub being shaved. I got hard doing him and seeing every inch of his body. It took a lot of self control to not take him in my mouth. But it was lots of fun. While I shaved his dick and all around it both of us were producing pre-come strings the entire time!
That evening we slept on my bed but didn't do anything because we were both conserving sperm. I offered him sheets on the sofa but he wanted to sleep beside me.
The next morning Patrik and I were super excited, I made us breakfast then we hung out talking and listening to music until it was time for the limo to arrive. We were both dressed and hungry and ready. He got a text alert from the driver and we went downstairs and waited outside KFC. A black stretch limo rolled-up, he showed his invite to the driver (and both our driver's licenses) and we got in the back seat, there were already three people in back and one was in the side seat. It was a tight fit but we squeezed in and took off for the one hour drive east to Cabo Negro. At first it was a little awkward with that many people into the back but I realized we'd soon all be seeing each other naked and erect, so I had no reason to feel uncomfortable about touching strangers. I tried to keep my eyes looking out the window as we drove east out of Tangier.
We stopped along the way and picked up two more guys dressed like us. In fact we were all dressed nearly the same, nearly the same as the driver.
People like me with autism struggle with eye contact, we usually do it wrong regardless, stare without blinking or almost never make eye contact, its part of what makes me awkward to meet, especially in new surroundings. Avoiding eye contact usually starts early in infancy but might swing totally the other way during adolescence. Like I tell people, there is a huge difference between an autistic child and an autistic adult. Avoiding eye contact is a defense mechanism autistics learn before they learn to say Mama. You want me to explain it sometime?
Contact the author: borischenaz mailfence com
Note: the short version of autistics and eye contact goes like this: with sensory overload all sensory input can cause discomfort. Being touched causes different types of discomfort to the baby so it learns if they avoid eye contact they get touched less. Adults are repelled by a baby that won't interact normally. The lesson learned is: less eye contact=less pain.