Chapter 21. The 5th Annual Twink Party, 2019.
The limo left my place heading east, I was sure he'd take the N5 to Tetouan but we followed the coast instead. That road winds along the edge of the hills toward the northeast. The next big town is Eddalya, but we only stopped for traffic. The highway turns more to the east but avoids the border with Ceuta Spain (a small peninsula with a big harbor that belongs to Spain), then we turned south and stopped to pick up two more people in the town of Fnideq. Don't ask me how that one is pronounced, I laughed when I saw the sign. I mean how on Earth do you confirm a town name like that is spelled correctly?
The driver got out and checked the invite from one young man in a black and white suit while his friend came running out of a house buttoning his slacks with his shoes tucked tightly under one arm. They sat on the floor at the front end looking back at us. One of them walked across the floor on his knees and opened the cabinet to check for booze but it was empty. The limo had a small bar on the driver's side of the passenger compartment. Practically nobody spoke and what whispering I heard was all in Arabic. In Arabic they roll their tongues a lot so it's easy to detect Arabic from a distance.
We got to a nice looking harbor as we turned to drive out onto the peninsula. Then the streets wound around as we followed the coast line almost to the tip of the peninsula, then came the turns. We made about six sharp turns, the limo barely fit. I started to feel some anxiety since the hillside was steep and the road didn't have guard rails. Finally we got back onto paved roads again and a few more U-turns and he slowed as we approached a waterfront residence on the south side of the peninsula. The place sat all by itself and looked like they tried to grow grass along one side of the property. Maybe it was their own two-hole golf course.
This house was impossible to see from the driveway. The view was obscured by trees and plants. We saw a garage door and the front door, it looked like it was a one story building with a flat roof and before the car came to a stop I saw a handmade sign, a large (hand painted) rainbow colored arrow pointing to a walkway beside the house. The arrow was taped to the backrest of an old wooden chair.
The driver hopped out and offered help to everyone in back as we climbed out and stretched and fixed our ties and our hair and decided to walk as a group to the corner of the yard near the driveway and follow a garden walkway along the side of the house. The group of us turned and started walking down the pathway. All eight of us were dressed the same, we looked like a group of Mormons going door to door asking for money.
The house was enormous and looked like it was built in sections that ran from the street down to the water. Just an eyeball guess was the walled-in structure was maybe 180 feet long and 80 feet wide. It looked like all the exterior walls were tinted glass from floor to ceiling.
The house appeared to have been built in stages that stepped lower and lower as they were closer to the shoreline. The peninsula shoreline was rocky; I never saw any hint of a sandy beach on g-maps. It was rock, weeds, and cactus from the street all the way to the water, and it was like that all the way around the peninsula. And none of the homes here looked like they were less than 15,000 square feet.
Near the bottom of the hill was another arrow sign pointing to a doorway. By the time we got there we could hear waves crashing and smell the sea because we were close to the rocky shoreline. The scent of smoked beef filled the air too.
Our group walked inside through a very heavy-wide smoked glass door with a large wood handle, we entered a small airlock, a tiny room with glass walls and a stone floor. When it was our turn Patrik presented his invitation card when asked by an armed security man, and then he put his hand on my back and introduced me as his guest. We showed our driver's licenses (mine is from Spain) and were allowed to enter through another locked glass door into an indoor garden area, with a stone walkway and stone bench seats. It wasn't really a garden it actually looked like an indoor tropical jungle.
The sky blue ceiling was about twelve feet and had several glass skylights to let in sunlight for the planted trees. There was a small waterfall with a steady trickle of water down a glass wall. The room felt humid and warm and there was a decent breeze and it smelled like a mix of ocean air and meat smoker smoke. I think it was one of those fancy pellet smokers that blew smoke into a large vertical cabinet with wire shelves and a tall glass door on front. It smelled like Houston to me.
Our group of eight were told to sit down on the stone benches and wait. We saw a few wait staff in uniforms (the catering service people), there was a full bar (which was very rare for an Islamic country) and even smoked beef ribs on the menu!
Some guy wearing a black EMS uniform walked up with a plastic tray and handed out small paper note cards written in four languages. It explained that every guest was tested for STDs, all he needed was a couple drops of blood from each of us. Each test took 90 seconds, once we were passed we were allowed to enter the party, if we did not pass we were politely asked to return to the driveway and wait for the next limo to drive us back home. Patrik whispered to me he heard if you failed the blood test they would re-run it (one time) before asking you to leave.
One by one the EMT got down on his knees and `milked' blood toward the end of one finger tip then he used diabetic stuff to clean and puncture the side of the tip of a finger, then we squeezed two drops into a tiny plastic cartridge, he flipped a tiny cover over the blood sample and wrote our name on it and inserted it in a handheld machine marked ISTAR. The cartridge was marked RAPID-STD-9. It checked for herpes, HIV, hepatitis, gonorrhea, syphilis, and several others. The machine took about 90 seconds to run the cartridge then it beeped and showed test results, ideally negative for each test.
Because of how we sat on the bench he tested Patrik first, so I watched carefully but it didn't look like much of a jab. He milked his finger first to get lots of blood to the tip. I saw his finger nail start to look purplish, then the EMT ripped open an alcohol wipe and cleaned the skin, pressed the poker against the side of his fingertip, pushed the button, it clicked and a tiny spot of blood appeared. They squeezed his finger so a couple drops fell into the tiny reservoir and flipped the cap over it and inserted it in the machine. Just over a minute later it beeped and the EMT said he was done and handed him the small alcohol soaked cloth patch to hold on his boo boo, then he scooted over to me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little worried about how much it was going to hurt, but it wasn't too bad. Mine beeped and I passed too, so with cotton patches on our fingers we got up and walked across the room in search of the food serving line.
We decided to grab trays and plates and some beef ribs and sauces and different side dishes, like potato salad and scoops of various veggie salads. Patrik whispered to me he thought it was the homeowner's son's boyfriend working the bar, we both watched him make cocktails, one after another, after another. I wasn't in the mood for liquor but I told Patrik I would drink gladly beer.
The meat was being cooked in a smoker outside but the food was served on a long folding table near a bar set-up inside, by the indoor hot tub.
We sat on a padded bench beside the hot tub with our stack of paper towels and feasted on ribs. I got up and got us two beers and more paper towels. We sat side by side surrounded by other young men, but I didn't see any bare flesh and nobody was talking except the people who just arrived and were waiting to get a blood test. As we ate a steady trickle of young men continued to arrive. While chewing on ribs I watched other people arriving and taking a seat near the door. Everyone so far tested negative. Patrik said he never heard of a guest testing positive for anything, they asked about that stuff before an invitation was mailed. Patrik said he got a short medical questionnaire in the mail to answer and return before the actual invitation arrived. He said he was referred by another guest, someone he met at a Catholic church in Tangier when he first arrived in Morocco.
I had a hard time eating ribs and watching boys arrive without getting BBQ sauce all over my chin or my nose. One guy who arrived after us reminded me of the fugitive I captured at the gay bar in Gibraltar, the guy with the really sexy belly button and smooth belly. I forgot his name but I bet he's dead by now. That guy just had his blood test and was gathering his clothes into one neat stack near the door and when he raised his arms to fold his sport coat his belly was fully exposed and I couldn't take my eyes off his belly button display.
What I was hoping to see was a smooth boy with a belly button like Jennifer's, and I like guys with a curved boner that naturally pointed at the ceiling. Those were perfect for 69 positions. I can't imagine having an upward curve like that and needing to pee, how do they aim it down toward the toilet? That's gotta hurt, but maybe they bend down just fine, or maybe just the fear of pain is enough to make your boner go away.
While we slowly ate our ribs we discussed curved dicks and he said he knew a guy back in Texas with a bent penis. I asked if he knew what caused it and Patrik said `Football injury?' I told him, "Inside the dick are three blood sacks, they fill with arterial blood which causes it to get stiff when they fill with blood. Picture the sacks like three balloons like the kind used to make balloon animals, two on the top, and one on the bottom. When you're born one of them might have developed shorter than the others, so when they fill with blood the dick appears curved. It's perfectly natural, tons of guys have curved dicks, and it comes from the way they grow inside your mommy's tummy. He said he loves the ones that bend upward so if they pee in the shower it hits their chin and chest. I told him I'd be proud of it! Then we had a quieter discussion about getting naked in front of a bunch of strangers and walking around with a boner. He said he didn't care, I said I was a little afraid to do it.
After eating we set our trays on the cart and got refills of beer and checked out the rest of the party, which was confined to the building beside the pool and covered patio. I noticed the indoor hot tub was covered, I guess they wanted us to use the pool outside where there would be enough room for everyone. I figured it was the size of the pool that dictated the number of guests he invited.
They had a glass front wall that overlooked the ocean and their pier, and a wood plank walkway going from the pool patio down to the pier. I guessed the floor inside the house was about 60 feet above the surface of the sea, and about three feet above the pool deck. This place had steps almost everywhere you looked.
Nobody was out by the pool but it was early, our limo was the second one to arrive. We saw about two people arrive every ten minutes. I think there were almost 38 people invited, we were the third and fourth to arrive. Looking out the window toward the south was that familiar long white sand beach and all those condos and hotels. About eight miles down the coast was the beach I flew over every time I flew the jet out of Tetouan.
Patrik and I went outside by the pool and decided to get wet, so we stripped naked, walked to the shower and rinsed off, and walked down the steps. The water was heated and it felt like upper 90s, I bet the sea water was maybe around 69 degrees so probably nobody would dive off their pier. Along the path was a sign warning anyone walking to the sea there were sharks present all year. The warning sign was a yellow triangle showing the surface of the sea with a shark's head sticking up, he had a smile and a mouth full of glistening teeth. There were no words on the sign, just one big happy shark waiting for your arrival. But there were also stinging jelly fish and other fish with big teeth to worry about. As we took off our clothes I felt dozens of eyeballs and glanced at the house as we walked to the pool and saw a crowd of people watch us walk naked across the blazing hot concrete pool deck. I hope they noticed I shaved last night. I wasn't sure how popular that look was in Morocco.
The pool was too small to swim laps or dive but it had a deep end, about 7 feet, the shallow end was three feet, but it was clean and used salt instead of chlorine. I kind of eyeballed it to be 12' wide and 24' (4mx8m) long. Patrik held onto the side and I floated up behind him and pressed my boner against his back and slid up and down, Patrik laughed when I did that. We were the first naked bodies at the party and after us others started to come outside to sit in patio chairs and watch. Most of the guests unbuttoned their shirts when they came outside because it was kinda hot and very sunny outside. Someone came around with sunscreen for guests every half hour. And another caterer cranked open the table umbrellas for some shade near the pool, and then he took drink orders.
Before we came outside I noticed the patio was loaded with outdoor chairs for everyone to have a seat in the afternoon sun. They also had two racks to hang clothing on hangars but with everyone dressing the same it was going to be tricky finding your particular suit after the party.
At first we snuggled in the deep end then I suggested he could sit and lean back on the top step so I could blow him, so that's what we did and our audience grew quickly. I heard the odd noise the big glass patio door made when it was pushed open. Some guys came outside with plates of food and drinks and took off their shirts and watched me work his erection. There's nothing quite like eating huge smoked beef ribs while watching boys have oral sex a few feet away. I even considered asking for a tiny cup of BBQ sauce to pour on his head so I could lick it off.
Most of the guys came outside after they had enough to eat, once they got by the pool most of them at least took off their shirt. Most of the guests looked like Arab or Berber descent, I saw lots of dark brown skin and rather dark nipples. A few others got naked too and I saw several nut sacks that had very dark flesh, almost like black skin. As I expected we were the only cut boys at the party, one couple looked European. Until this party I had no idea Arab young men could look so totally hot naked, I was impressed!
When his dick needed a break he leaned way back and I tongue fucked his belly button, I heard comments that they'd never seen it done before. Once in a while I'd slide up and suck on one of his flat red tits and stretch it way out then slide back down to his BB. When I worked his BB I did it like I was French kissing his mouth, it got messy and wet but it was fun. I slurped and licked and made a big old saliva puddle on the middle of his stomach.
Patrick was seated on the top step beside the railing going into the shallow end of the pool. He had his knees down and his legs wide apart, and he leaned back with his eyes closed, his body was lit up in the brilliant midday sunshine. His body was on full display and everyone by the pool had eyes on him. Patrik had a beautiful slender hairless twink body, and I had the good fortune to have access to all of him in front of an audience of 36 brother twinks. I never would have had the self confidence to display my entire body like he was doing. Most of the time I was between his legs my boner was still underwater, plus I was bent over the top of his body and between his legs so I was hard to see.
One young man shouted at me that he wanted to see my body since I was usually half under water, so I stood up by Patrik's hip and let them see my unimpressive twink body. None of them knew I was 35 years old, most of them were in the range of 16-24 years old. When I stood in the direct sunlight all the pool water had to run down my body, a lot of it ran down my dick and dripped off the head. When I stood to show myself it looked like I was pissing. I guess that turned on a few of the attendees. Patrik told me a few years ago they had a bucket out by the pool and asked everyone to piss in it so everyone else could watch. But this year they wanted everyone to display their erection. When I stood up I satisfied one of the requests of the host.
Patrik looked wonderful all wet, seated on the top step in a few inches of water, naked, with his legs wide apart, balls hanging loosely, glistening rigid dick proudly pointed at the sky. He leaned back on his elbows while I worked him. Other guys started to strip naked and sit on the edge of the pool to watch the show. His cut boner looked perfect and he attracted eyeballs like crazy. For a while I alternated between hand stroking his bright red dick or taking it in my mouth all the way to the bottom until I felt my nose touch his hairless belly. I worked him slowly so everyone around the pool could see what I did. When I pulled off and went back to very slow hand strokes I looked around and saw my audience was like in a trance as I worked his dick like an experienced boner engineer. If Patrik moved much, everyone watching also moved. A couple times guys in the pool came up by our legs and grabbed mine from behind, between my legs and stroked it a couple times but I never reacted or saw who did it. There was one guy at the party who really caught my eye, he had very long straight black hair, I think he spoke Spanish too.
I slowly stroked Patrik and he moaned softly with pleasure. I'd pull my hands back so everyone around us could admire his 5" long rod. It was so beautiful it took all my self control to back off so others could admire it from time to time. I think our audience had swelled to nearly everyone attending the party. I don't think Patrik realized he had so many people admiring his dick in the brilliant sunshine. He was so totally turned on even his nipples swelled and turned blood red. Patrik was so unbelievably in need of coming he quietly begged me to finish. So I asked everyone nearby if he looked ready and they all said they wanted to see him come, so I gently looped one finger and thumb around it and slid it up and down across the rim of his helmet head. I barely moved my hand, just enough to cross the flange and slide it up and down his glistening red rod. It's what I call micro-stroking.
Patrik started squirming and whimpering like he was about to cry. I saw his nuts were fully retracted as he entered the final moments before it started. His balls looked like his nuts were gone!
Through tightly clenched teeth he softly grunted a warning, and pounded the deck with his right fist.
First one large white glop of semen leaked out and oozed down across my fingers, I stopped moving my hand. Then some spurt in the air and went everywhere like rain drops, then more shot out and sprinkled both of us. One long spurt shot out like a white string and landed on his chest, then even more oozed out and ran down the side like a melting ice cream cone. Patrik relaxed his entire body and with his eyes shut he leaned his head back and took some deep breaths. I leaned over and took his dick in my mouth as people softly applauded. Somebody handed me paper towels to clean up. I licked one large drop off his nipple and wiped up the rest, including the drops that landed on my arm. When he came I felt small drops hit my hair, my shoulders, and my arms, and my forehead. He actually made it rain semen!
Finally he was cleaned-up and ready to get to his feet. I offered him my hand to pull him up and we moved to the deep end and kissed for a while, other boys took our spot on the steps and did another show, so we moved closer to watch other boys come. I loved watching men orgasm, especially when it squirts really far. From what I saw, the thing I suspected was probably true, we were the only cut boys at the party. But I haven't seen every boner yet.
One of the young men we watched on the pool steps was rather tall, totally smooth body. He had two inch (6cm) wide reddish-brown nipples, they were perfectly round and puffed out slightly. His chest was as hairless and soft as a baby. His belly button was a sexy dark hole about one inch wide, the kind that girls dream of having. His balls were large and full and his dick was erect and about 7" long (18cm). He had long flowing straight black hair and a very elegant femboy look. I never saw his butt because he was sitting on it. I heard people talking softly about him being the most attractive boy at the party, in the face he looked half Chinese and half Latin, it's hard to explain. He didn't look Pinoy at all.
One of the other young men at the pool called him Luis. He was with another slender young man, also with black hair and that guy would not let Luis pull his dick from his mouth. Lewis and his friend were the third and fourth performers on the pool stairs. They put on a twenty minute show, Luis on the bottom and his friend working his boner like a calf working an udder. Luis came in his mouth but all we got to see was white stuff on his tongue, he swallowed all of it. Like I said Luis was gorgeous, like a male fashion model. And his lips were full, puffy, and red. I thought they would feel wonderful sliding side to side across the head of my dick.
I kept an eye on Luis so I could maybe talk to him later, I didn't get a good look at his face but his body and hair were nearly flawless. There were a number of guys here that didn't speak Spanish or English so I was out of luck talking to them. Luis spoke Spanish but his accent was different. I think he was from South America but one of his parents must have come from the orient.
I tried casually touching a couple boys and never got any hassles, but I thought it was risky just grabbing a feel from a total stranger, even if he was walking around naked and hard at a party. I wanted to feel Luis's flesh most of all. Patrik said minor touching of strangers was allowed, but not the caterers or the EMS guy.
We climbed out of the pool and sat on a bench seat near the pool. His hung down but was nearly full length, mine was still erect and pointed straight ahead. There were about thirty four boys in and around the pool. He went inside to get beers and use the bathroom, and while he was gone some other guy came by and slowly walked past, staring at my bone.
If I'm at a naked party with a bunch of young guys and I'm hard and sitting with my legs wide apart and some stranger walks up and wants to grab my dick I'm sure as hell not going to stop him. I thought that was the purpose of the party, to touch and be touched.
Slowly the sun got lower in the sky and the concrete pool deck started to cool off. Once that happened people started moving around and playing more in and around the pool.
One young man was naked on a patio recliner chair and someone wrote CUM SLUT on his tummy with a marker, the thing he wanted was for people to spunk on him. The young men lined up to do just that so we went inside and got another load of ribs and side dishes.
I don't speak Arabic and neither did Patrik, but we asked and nobody knew what the age of consent was in Morocco. Around 10pm Patrik asked the bartender, he spoke Spanish and he said legal age for everyone in Morocco and most Arabic countries was 16. He said in some it's lower (Yemen?), because in some of them a girl can legally marry once she has had her first period and has visibly started puberty, same rule for boys. Pubic hair = adulthood. Maybe that's true in Oman and Yemen?
By 10pm all the guests on the patio had no clothes on, several inside were naked, but a few were only wearing underwear. One couple wore black nylon fishnet underwear. Even the older man at the bar took his shirt off.
By 1am I had the yawns and our ride home was scheduled for 2am so I got Patrik seated on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water and gave him another handy-blow job. Again we attracted an audience. Some guy kneeled behind Patrik and rubbed his chest and stomach. Patrik was leaned back on his elbows with his eyes closed, moaning and sweating. His orgasm was almost as impressive as the first one, but this time most of it landed on his stomach. When it started I pulled back but kept my hand at the base of his dick for aiming purposes and watched his nuts twitch between each spurt. His orgasms were amazing to watch. (I glanced over at the stairs and saw Luis was seated with his partner working his dick by hand then he came and spurted on his belly too).
The guy behind Patrik who was rubbing his upper body was actually the only guy I saw there with a BB as wide or wider than Patrik's.
After that we went inside and slowly got dressed with several people staring at us. That was when I saw that tall elegant boy from the pool again, and his beautiful shoulder length black hair. I walked over and shook his hand and he smiled back as he took my hand, someone on another sofa said his name was Luis, I gestured and whispered my name was Alejandro and told him he was beautiful and thanks for his show earlier. I really wanted to slide my hand across his chest but his beauty intimidated me, not to mention he was like five inches taller.
After getting dressed we used the bathroom then holding hands we left and walked up the steep walkway and took a seat on a stone bench to wait for our ride home. Twenty five minutes later the same driver arrived and checked our invite and put us in the limo, then three more couples joined the ride and we left for Tangier in a rather crowded limo.
The others in the car lived east of me, we were the last ones to be dropped off, and then the driver drove back to the party. It was one of those stretch limos with seating in back for 5-7 people but more could fit if you ignored seatbelts.
We got out of the limo on the circle driveway. His Yamaha scooter was still chained to the fire department stand pipe but there was a post-it note on the speedometer asking to not park it there, so he unlocked it and rolled it inside the elevator. Then we rolled it out on the 9th floor and parked it beside my apartment door in the hallway.
We stripped by the sofa and took a short shower then dried off and went to bed. I was glad Patrik decided to spend the night instead of driving his scooter home at his late hour.
We got in bed and hugged tightly and kissed more in the darkness, I was truly starting to feel an emotional attachment to Patrik, but I wasn't sure if it was his body or him as a person. I still didn't really know him that well. If both Patrik and Daniel were side by side naked and hard, which one would I pick? I'd most certainly pick Daniel because his boner is a flawless classic and he is at least an inch or two longer and thicker than Patrick, but Patrik's BB is much better for tongue action. And Daniel's come tastes better. But Daniel won't fuck me. Jen is better than all of them but she doesn't have a dick or semen. Even if Jennifer lived here in Tangier I'd still need dick action several times a year to maintain my mental health. There would be no way I could marry Jen and give-up dick. What would be nice is if I could cut both Dan and Jen in half and glue her top on his hips so one person had her breasts and BB and his dick.
Or what about if Jen and I got married with the understanding that I would search elsewhere for occasional dick, and who knows if she might want to watch or be in bed while I got fucked.
A week after the party I got an email from Patrik. He heard from the friend that got him invited, after the party there was no damage to the house, there were no fights, nobody puked or shit in the pool, nobody drowned, nobody got busted for sodomy or public drunkenness, everyone tested negative for STDs, and everyone made it home safely. The party was a success (just like previous years). He also said much of it was video recorded and the DVDs would be available soon, he was going to get one and rip a copy and send me a link to download. He said all faces were made unrecognizable, just like last year.
I guess that was one thing I forgot to look for: cameras.
Patrik said he was moving his research area further south and would be out of touch with me for a while, he'd mostly finished the churches in the area around Tangier. He was moving south along the Atlantic coast toward Rabat. I reminded him to be careful.
About one month later I received a large family portrait in the mail from a photography studio in Barcelona, it was a family shot of Octavio and his grandsons; Naji, Zaki, and Hadi, with Octavio in the middle in a suit and tie. It appeared Octavio had a new set of dentures and he was sporting a huge smile and brilliant white teeth. All the boys looked great and all of them have really grown a lot. Hadi, the oldest one was 13 when we rescued him and was now 15, almost 16. He was almost as tall as his grandfather and his voice is still cracking. And Naji, the baby, was taller and super skinny. He was starting to grow a black peach-fuzz moustache below his nose. And Zaki had a great smile but he had some zits now, red dots on his face and chin, and his voice is changing too. I measured it so I could buy a frame and hang it on the living room wall.
I texted Octavio thanks for the picture, it was going on my living room wall. From that photo I noticed the boys had facial resemblance to Octavio in the eyes and eyebrows. It didn't make me proud for rescuing them but it made me proud of them considering the enormous changes the boys had to go through, transforming from Arab-Muslim street criminals to Catholic farm boys in mountainous central Spain. I didn't use to but now I find myself praying to God for their success since I've invested in their family.
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The character Luis at the twink party is based on a real person from central Colombia.