Subject: M/M Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: cooldude@tmb-bbs.rmii.com Date: Fri, 27 Oct 95 21:02:07 EST Message-ID: <8027-224615304@tmb-bbs.rmii.com> Organization: TMB BBS Lines: 114 I gathered from Aziz's conversation that he had been taught the pleasure of having his cock sucked by a German tourist who couldn't take it in the ass because of its size. He made no attempt to handle my cock; it was obvious that would have jeopardized his masculinity. It was difficult for me to imagine anyone with a cock like his having much of anything jeopardize his masculinity! But knowing how delicate the male ego can be, I didn't push the issue and drifted off to sleep. He stayed the night and we fucked again. When I woke up at dawn, he had gone. Hell, I thought, with my cash and wristwatch along with him. Who was it who said you can trust an Arab with your life but not your billfold? Anyway, nothing was missing and I proceeded to pull myself together. Just as I was dressing, Aziz returned laden with fruit for breakfast. It was such a tender gesture, I was stunned. As we ate I wondered if I should offer him money, since he hadn't found any work the night before. He didn't ask for any so I decided it would be an insult. For the next few weeks, every time Aziz had no work at the market he would come to my hotel room for a shave. He must have begun to sense that I was a bit disappointed that the sex was so one-sided. I returned to the hotel to see a young boy sitting with the concierge behind the desk. This was Hoodah, the concierge explained, and he was "a very good and honest boy and Aziz had sent him to keep me company." Aziz had told the boy that I was a friend, would not hurt him, and he was to make me happy. Hoodah was stunningly good-looking, with black glistening hair and large eyes. As soon as we were alone in my room he reached up and clung around my neck, inviting a kiss. I kissed him and slipped my hand under his jubbah to fondle his body. Like Aziz, his body was practically hairless except for a small patch of fuzz over his cock. His hips were slim and he pressed his little bubble-butt into my hand when I reached around behind him. He had a wholesome smell of some herb. His hands began professionally kneading my cock through my pants and I felt his very solid erection pushing out from under his jubbah. It didn't take us long to get naked. He put his small hand around the base of my cock and began to gobble. He did it very well. I gently swung him around into a sixty-nine position. His cock wasn't overly large, maybe 6 inches and average diameter, but his balls were huge. Must have hung down a good 5 inches and were as big around as tangerines. I cupped them in my hand and squeezed gently. The pitch black patch over his cock was the only trace of hair anywhere on his torso, including his balls. I licked and sucked on those beautiful balls while my hand continued to explore his tight little butt. His cock jerked wildly when I fondled his asshole and he pushed hard against my finger until it slipped easily inside. I took his sweet smelling cock in my mouth and worked it over expertly. It didn't take him long to cum and I followed in short order. Hoodah got up and went to the basin to clean up and then returned to the bed with a small cloth and proceeded to gingerly clean my entire crotch. He expertly wiped my cock and balls with one hand while the other deftly held my cock upright. He seemed fascinated by all my pubic hair (I have a pretty thick bush and a lot of hair under my balls) and he would grin like it was tickling his hands. I chuckled and gave him a peck on the lips and a squeeze on his little butt. He got dressed and left, looking just as bright and beautiful as he had when he came in. I went out for a while and returned a few hours later, it was late evening and I started getting ready for bed. I heard an almost inaudible knock at the door and in pranced Hoodah loaded with brightly colored sticky cakes and bottles of Coke (the staple beverage for the world's youth I'm beginning to believe). After we ate, he suddenly stripped off his jubbah and fell back on the bed, displaying all his charms, reaching down to fondle my cock, giggling and rolling over to stick his round little butt in my face. We wrestled around on the bed for a while, while I pinched and tickled him in various places. He was totally disarming and perfectly charming while he would push his stiff cock and heavy balls back through his legs and pull my head down to lick from the tip of his cock, up over his balls and up between his asscheeks. I soon was naked again and grabbed each asscheek in one hand and pulled them apart while I buried my face in them. Like his older male counterparts, he was immaculately clean and the musky smell of his body combined with that elusive herbal scent. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. He was obviously enjoying all this attention as much as I was giving it to him. Well, the light was soon off and I was licking and probing his ass like it was angel food. It had been rimmed before. Often. His hole opened easily and eagerly and there wasn't the slightest strain of resistance as I penetrated the smooth warm hole with my tongue first and then my now throbbing cock. We didn't get much sleep; he was busy in one way or another off and on all night. I only wished we had a language in common; I longed to know how he'd gotten all his experience. When Aziz came to the hotel a few nights later he asked the concierge if the boy had satisfied me as he had been Aziz's gift to me. I had to leave Tunis at the end of the month for another assignment and when I finally returned a year later, I was unable to trace Aziz. ===================================================================== This story was downloaded from The Male Forum BBS (516) 689-0286 (212) 293-7878 Via Internet: telnet mforum.com (166.82.150.41) http://www.vnet.net/lifestyle/maleforum.html ===================================================================== -- TMB BBS Telnet: TMB-BBS.COM Call: 719-637-0532