Written by: John Galaor johngalaor@aol.com
Category: adult gay interracial sex, anal intercourse.
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This story contains Adult Material and is a fictional story of consensual sex between a white young man and some Moroccans. It is a male gay story.
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Some words from the first part.
A Spanish soldier is held in a jail in Casablanca. That city is in Morocco if anyone does not know. A lot of people was thrown into the jail on Fridays, due to some minor offenses; like drinking beer in a bar, or carrying a bottle of wine hidden in a basket. They had freedom to drink when the French were ruling the nation, but now Morocco was an independent nation, and this much freedom, was prohibited. The narrator was very impressed buy the beauty of a young black male. Then, this very night, in a very crowded jail, the narrator was deeply stabbed by the mighty dick of the black beauty. It was quite a stunning achievement to enter such a powerful dick in such a tight... inexperienced ass.
The last lines of the previous part.
My black boy was gone. But, in a way, I felt we were together in more ways than one. During the whole day, I felt swelled my insides. That remind me of him. I thought his dick was still inside of me. For a few days, the cavity of my ass was feeling the memory of his enormous dick. It was very difficult to forget. All the stretching he did on my ass was a constant remind of my thrilling experience.
On the other side, I was feeling his powerful seed running in my veins. I felt like I had... hundreds of millions of microscopic black babies swimming freely in my blood. It could be a placebo effect. But for several days I felt more energetic and more stronger. I attributed this energy to the strong manliness stuff the black boy spurt in my bowels. He injected me... like a fourth of a pint of cream. I had its taste in my mouth. I was like... smelling it for days. It seems my skin was oozing his stuff for several days.
I never had the chance of meeting my black man again. But I had treasured the memory of his huge black dick stabbed in my ass for years. Whenever I felt down, or a little depressed... I recall the memories of this moment; my ass skewered by his... enormous... hard piece of flesh. It was an unbelievable event. Sometimes I think it never occurred.
Memories from a night in jail
Second Part.
I was a little sad when the young black left. All the detainees were freed and the jail remained now almost empty, with only seven persons in. The Spanish people went back to sing and one of them, the most short and slender was doing some dances wearing only his underwear.
Some of the Spanish soldiers there, were watching him with mild leering eyes. I am not sure if any of them was lusty enough to use him during the nights. I felt not any attraction for the slender boy. I was mostly hooked by a male showing a lot of power and manly stuff. They have a special shine on their skin and eyes when they are full of lust and need badly a pussy or something.
Nevertheless, I was in peace with myself. I had an inner strength in my blood that was not common. So, I thought it was the result of the injection I had from the black young man. I began to think that I needed more of this stuff.
Among the Spanish people jailed there, nobody was aware of my adventure with the black stud. I am not sure if they were smelling the scent of the black man in my skin. It was very strong and was oozing through my skin and my breath. I had a faint idea the guy laying next to me, had smelled this powerful scent. But he did not comment. It seemed to me that he also loved this scent.
After a five days, everybody was washing. They asked the guard for the can of water and we were like showering. I showered myself also, and most of the scent from the black man evaporated.
Later in the morning a group of us were sent to the judge in Casablanca. We declared before the judge why we were in Morocco. And what we were going to do there.
Some days later, they passed me to another small cell where was another young male that was in the jail with me. The cell had a small tap with water, and the guy had made a ball with his trousers drenched in water and was tapping on the floor like this, plash, plash, plash. Plash, plash, plash. He turned again to pour more water on his trousers and continued tapping it on the floor. Plash, plash, plash.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"Washing Moorish style?"
"Washing?"
"Yeah. If you have not soap, this is the only way to do it."
"Ah! I did not know that."
"One is always learning something."
As he was tapping the ball of clothes of the floor you can see the water was going out of the ball carrying some dirt. After twenty minutes he said,
"I finished with this."
I helped him to wring the trousers and he hanged it somewhat from a hook on the wall.
"I going to undress. I suppose you won't mind to see naked."
"What?"
"I going to wash my shirt and underwear."
"Oh, no. I don't mind at all. We are all made of the same stuff." I told him.
He stripped of his clothes and began to pour water on them. Then he started to wash the clothes tapping the ball repeatedly on the floor. Plash, plash, plash.
I watched him crouched over his heels while he washed. I felt not any lust for him. He did not look as he had an excess of... his balls full of stuff or something. Then he was not a giver but a receiver, like me.
After he finished, I started doing the same with my clothes. I was naked but guy did not showed any appreciative glance for my body. I was a little disappointed. I would like him to tell some leery comments on my body or my ass. But he do not felt any lust for me. Anyway, he had an equipment that showed... well, I think he was not much equipped. Both his dick and balls were small. But he had not sissy manners or whatever. He simple was not full. I mean... he lacked... stamina... whatever that means. I don't know, size, power, drive... he do not have any sign of lust in his eyes. He was mostly hungry.
After a while, we were both naked and waiting for our cloths to dry.
"I think we soon are going to be left free."
"Left free?"
"Yeah. They could not have us here forever. They had to feed us, you know? That costs money."
"I see. I do not know where to go."
"Well, they are going to ask you, where you are going to stay?"
"Yeah. I do not know what to tell."
"Well, but you shall give the police an address."
"An address like what?"
"You can tell, I am going to stay with my uncle. And you give them his name. So, you have to think of a name just now."
"A name?"
"Yeah. They must see you not hesitate trying to invent a name. You tell the name of your uncle easily. As it were real. You can say your uncle is a republican living here. And the address is... Valencia Street, number 85. Just like this."
"In Valencia Street, 85?"
"Yeah. You have to give the police an address. It's supposed they don't want to have any bums loitering in the city."
"I see."
After a while in silence I asked,
"What am I going to eat?"
"You've never been... alone in life?"
"No. Never."
"Then you had a family and a dish of food at the table every day?"
"Yeah."
"Then, you fucked it up, man."
"Yeah. That's true."
"Well, now you have to fend for yourself."
"I don't know how to."
"Well, you have to do a little snick, and a little beg. You wouldn't find a work here."
"I wouldn't find a work here?"
"No. And you are a little old for a rent."
"What it means a rent?"
"To rent? To hustler... If you were... younger you would be a great business in renting."
"Renting what?"
"What you think is for rent. Your ass."
"My ass?"
"The trouble is that there is not any shortage of boys to fuck."
"Not any shortage?"
"No. It's an old tradition here. But as you are blond... and your skin is so white... Well, but you would need a patron for that."
"A patron? What is a patron?"
"I've heard a saying. It is like a... like boss or a master. He feeds you and take care of you. For you are... an asset. He rents your ass, or any part of your body. The master knows a lot of men that would pay well to rent a boy like you."
"You mean... renting my ass?"
"Yeah. You've never been fucked?"
"Er... ah... no."
"I thought you... and that black man..."
"What black man?"
"You know well what I am saying. He was sleeping by your side last week."
"A black man?" I asked feigning ignorance.
"Well, Pedro told me all about it. You were reeking of... you know. You were smelling of jizz from the black man for nearly a week."
"Was I smelling?"
"Yeah. I got a whiff of you myself. Pedro told me you were interested in the black man. He said, the black fucked him very well."
"Oh, my!! What a shame!"
I was now blushing.
"It's not big deal."
"What?"
"This is life, dude. We have to do anything to fend for ourselves."
"So, you think..."
"Did you like it? If you like it... then it was right."
"You mean... it's not big deal?"
"Do you liked the black inside you?"
"Er... well... yeah."
"How was it?"
"It was... it was huge. I never... had seen anything like this."
"Then..."
"I do not understand... how I dared so much."
"So much as what?"
"I got it all in. I was like... I got it stabbed in my ass."
"You got it all?"
I was a little scared to tell, then in a whisper I said,
"Yeah."
"Then?"
"I was shitless scared. For a couple of minutes... I thought, I was busted. This dick has killed me. I was really scared."
"It was so big?"
"No. It was an unbelievable dick."
"Then, why you did it?"
"I don't know. A cousin had fucked me when I was younger. I thought this all was history. But... sometimes I had fantasies with strong but sweet men. I had friend that I liked, for he was very strong. I craved for him, but he was not interested in anything of my ass. It was like he had not lust at all. But he looked hot. Then, sometimes, I wanted to feel... to know how it was to have a man's dick inside me."
"Well, now you know. You has had this experience."
"What about you?"
"Me? What do you want to know?"
"Have you... ever... done something like this?"
"I should not... tell anything about this."
"Why not? You said it was not big deal."
"Well, when I was a little younger I earned some pretty money with my ass."
"You did?"
"Yeah. I was raised in an orphanage. The older boys were fucking all the younger ones, and all those weak enough that could not fight off any intent to top them. Then, I had been a bottom many times in a row."
"What you mean... a bottom?"
"A bottom. It's easy. One is on top, the other is the bottom."
"Oh! I see."
"There is some way we could have some food?"
"You mean outside this jail? Well... let me see. In the port. There in Spain I visited the port countless of times, to beg some food in the fishing trawlers. Those that fish sardines."
"Then..."
"Then... I jumped on board, and asked the man on guard on the ship. I chatted for a while with him and asked for some sardines to eat. Then he said, yeah. How are you given a head? Or he grabbed my rear and said, you got here a nice tight ass. I bet it's very sweet. Then he fucked me and I got some sardines."
"He gave you sardines?"
"Yeah. That's life. One gives over and you take it. Of you grab it, when nobody gives a shit to you."
"Then, here in Casablanca... Can I beg for some fish?"
"I think you can. The world is the same shit everywhere. Why not?"·
"So, you think I can beg some food this way?"
"Of course. There's more. If the skipper likes your mug..."
"What if he likes it?"
"Well, you are a beauty. You have an age... How old are you?"
"I'm seventeen."
"Good. You look much younger."
"Do I?"
"Yeah. Perhaps the skipper... got a fancy for your ass and take you on board."
"You think he might do it?"
"Of course. He is the skipper. Any man would like to fuck your ass."
"You mean..."
"Yeah. I heard tell... that in ships of old, there was always a cabin boy for that."
"For what?"
"To fuck."
"A cabin boy? I had read some novels about ships and I had never read any of this stuff."
"They couldn't write about this. Then only way to know about is by thinking. Young lads are being fucked on dry land, where there is a lot women. Then, it follows that the same thing has to happen in a ship. This is a question that never was put in written form. The censure do not permitted this. In novels, all sailors and even pirates are painted like a chaste gang. Their only known sin was that they got drunk from time to time and loved fight each other."
"Have you also read novels?"
"Yeah. I've read a handful of them, some years ago. That was when I was living with a foster father. He had a house full of books."
"Then..."
"Then, it is life, man. It swallows everything. All good times have to have an end. It's like this."
"How I do enter into the port? I've seen a port in Spain and had guards on the gate."
"It is very easy. You are blond and look like a foreign guy. Then, you have to wait for a bunch of sailors coming back to their ship. As you see them, you walk by their side a little on the rear. The guards would not ask them for the passports, then you passed with them into the port."
"You are very clever. How do you know that much?"
"It's life, dude. Life teaches a lot of stuff."
"I see."
"Sometimes life is sweet, sometimes is very hard. Sometimes you think that huge is going to bust you. But it don't. Sometimes it hurts, but sometimes fills you with half a pint of pleasure."
I loved to heard this dude talking. He was like a... a dude full of wisdom. Then, one of my dreams was to write stories. Then I thought `this dude would figure one day in one of my stories. I was so happy with him that I asked,
"What's you name, dude?"
"Manuel." He said.
"Manuel, what more?"
"Manuel the son of a whore. Never mind names."
"Never mind?"
"They mean nothing. If you got not a family, you got not a name."
"I see. My name is John."
"Why John? You are not Spanish?"
"Yeah. But I like more to be called John. Like in the novels, you see?"
"Like in the novels?"
"Yeah. I'm living like in a novel. This thing isn't real. It's a fucking novel."
"You are a little crazy."
"Why?"
"You dared to get that huge dick up your ass."
"Well... er..."
"Was it very big?"
"To tell you the truth... it was... too big. I cannot yet believe it."
We both were silent for a while.
It was getting dark. The light from a small barred window, was not giving any more light. A dim electric lamp was switched on and gave off a faint light over the gray walls of the cell. Our cloths were already dry and we clothed back.
Tomorrow, it would be another day, I said to my self. I have to hurry up and start the next part, guys.
End of the Second Part
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To be continued.