Date: Thu, 11 Nov 2021 08:44:16 +0000 From: nikinak13 Subject: The Moroccan Boy part three Having had fun with Samir, he was happy to put himself in my hands as it were, and travel down to the Home Counties with me. Apologies for the `Britishness' of this story. Some place names, descriptions and idiosyncrasies are peculiar to our little island. Obviously this is an adult fantasy and no nubile 14 year olds were actually fucked or sucked in reality....no, really. But anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, which is the last of the trilogy. If you like the story, feel free to offer comments, criticism and suggestions. My email is nikinak13@protonmail.com. I will answer if I can. Oh, and don't forget to donate to nifty when you can...it's a free site and the owners work hard to ...well...keep you hard. On then... I groaned, my head involuntarily going back, even as my brain yelled shrilly at me to pay more attention to the strong possibility of getting caught. Caught in this anonymous service station on the M6, in a car with a slim, dark eyed `almost' 14 year old boy who was currently enthusiastically sucking my cock as if his life depended on it. It was broad daylight, in a pretty busy southbound Corley Services, even if I was parked as far away from the buildings as possible. But Sami had been insistent, and very handsy....after I'd almost apologetically suggested to him, back in the Manchester motel, that his prospects of seeing his family again...and getting himself out of the clutches of his pimp/uncle, were a hundred times greater if he came down to the northern outskirts of London with me. I never really thought he'd go for it. Our communication up till then had been mainly transactional. I was a bored mid thirties businessman, vulnerable to an approach from a pretty adolescent boy looking to make a frugal living on his knees. Taking him to the motel for some slower...and definitely more satisfying...sex had been an impulse I could have lived to regret. I had no doubt other equally transient clients had made similar offers to him. He was too fresh, too innocent looking...too fucking tempting, not to have been propositioned quite a bit for more than just a hurried blowjob in a grimy Manchester cubicle. The motel stay had been a lot more exciting than I'd anticipated when I suggested it. OK, at first it had followed a familiar pattern. Money had changed hands and young Sami had proved a willing and skilled cock sucker. I don't know how long he'd been plying his trade on the streets by then...certainly a couple of months. But after he'd made me quivering hard, and once I'd had him properly, face to face on the bed, his legs locked over my back, face twisted in pain/pleasure as I ploughed him steadily, there had been more, much more fun than I'd bargained for. The sensible thing would have been to take what he offered, paid him over the odds for his enthusiasm and obvious pleasure at being fucked hard...then gone on my way. His `uncle' would have been pleased with the cash bonus and in all probability, our paths would never have crossed again. But another impulse had me in its grip. I wanted more than a fleeting encounter, however pleasant. He was gorgeous to look at, compliant and inventive in bed and...well...I'd not enjoyed an early adolescent boy this much since I'd been one myself. Divorced a couple of years, and living alone in my nice new apartment just north of the M25, I had a very good job, a nice company car and all the perks a well paid single life can throw at you. A boy...even one as tempting as Sami..was a side show. A brief amusement to remind me how I used to really enjoy pleasuring and being pleasured by an adolescent body. My youth had been scattered with random encounters like this. Sexuality is fluid..and I'd long ago realised I got just as much fun out of a sturdy young cock as I did the charms of a female lover. But if I'm being totally honest, straight sex was only satisfying now if the girl was very young...androgynous...boyish almost. I guess you can see a pattern there? I'd long ago accepted it. A young pussy can be delicious, but opportunity for that sort of indulgence are way in the past. There was this precocious 13 year old blonde `sort of' niece called Carly, who proved way in advance of her years on a two week camping holiday...but that's for another time and section...I'm sure you're more interested in Sami? Anyway, lately I'd pretty much settled for the occasional adult heterosexual encounter. In my business, being single and relatively ok looking, there were plenty of opportunities for that. Conferences, reps meetings and company parties were normally well populated with attractive late teen or early 20 something girls willing to shag a senior salesman after a few Lambrini's. So given my Ebe/hebephile proclivities , the prospect of seducing a nubile 14 year old girl were vanishingly small nowadays, so my preference for young adolescent flesh went largely unsatisfied. But Sami had come along at a fortunate and opportune moment. He was just within my age range...12 to 14 being what I considered to be `perfect'. Young enough to be semi innocent, but old enough to spurt some of that sweet nectar I loved to taste. And despite his current `employment', he retained a true amateurs enthusiasm for stiff cock I remember I had myself in spades at 14. He hadn't yet been jaundiced by too frequent encounters with uncaring punters. No...I'd struck very lucky. And I very much wanted that luck to continue...this break in the monotonous journey south wasn't exactly a chore. He'd chatted away excitedly as we travelled through the monochrome Midlands, happy that his period of semi forced sexual slavery was over. I indulged him, pointing out landmarks and bigging up the possibilities for a pretty and eager boy `down south'. But in truth, in the wrong hands, young Sami would have been equally badly off if he'd encountered a London pimp. It's the same the whole world over. Young flesh is valued...for a while. Then it's discarded for the next nubile innocent. But I had no intention of allowing him to escape one dead end life for another. Honesty is not my overriding rule, but I HAD been mostly honest about my intentions towards Sami. I'd give him a comfortable place to stay, a safe haven from the worst excesses of the world and food on his belly. What he was willingly offering me in return was a welcome bonus...right? OK...I'm not that altruistic. He was a damn good fuck, a willing and skilful fellator and very, very easy on the eye. I knew he'd move on sooner rather than later. His parents would probably be released into the community to establish their refugee status in a few months. Then he could return to the bosom of his family...only a little worn round the edges. But that was over the horizon. I'm a saint, didn't you know? Right now, I think the good Lord definitely wouldn't let me wear that heavenly badge...My trousers open, cock rigid and quivering, as Sami applied his grateful oral skills... Satan was much more likely to approve. Luckily for me, it was only as I gripped his longish dark hair in my fist, gabbling a choked warning as my balls tightened in his other hand, that the prospect of being caught threatened to become reality. A large white, left hand drive camper van slid slowly to a halt right beside my window. It was way too late for me to stop the inevitable. The first jet of milky fluid was already filling Sami's eager mouth. In his position, he couldn't see the driver of the camper glance my way, then do a comical double take. Busted... Doubly lucky, with there being no way for me to either move, pull Sami off or otherwise pretend I'd dropped my lighter or something, I was fortunate that the driver, an overweight, florid 60 something guy, stared in obvious fascination as Sami's head continued to bob steadily in my lap, dutifully ensuring he didn't spill a drop, then the guy offered me a sly grin and a meaty thumbs up as the boy finally straightened, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinning cheekily up at me, at his success at making me come so hard. The chances of encountering a fellow boy lover in a motorway car park are pretty slender. But that's what happened. I didn't wait to find out if the old guy was curious enough about the situation to make uh, enquiries about Sami's future availability. I just shrugged sheepishly at his glazed expression, zipped my cock back into my suit trousers and put the car into drive. As the car slid away from the RV my last view of our voyeur was of his disappointed face, probably soon to be off to the facilities for a crafty wank over his unexpected bonus view. We'd been planning on a proper meal break at Corley after the 3 hour boring drive down the motorway, but I really couldn't face the prospect of our enraptured audience of one sitting across from us in MacDonalds for half an hour, smirking at the secret he kept and hoping for a slice of succulent North African pie.. Nope, it was straight out of the car park, onto the M6...and it was almost 70 miles later we finally got to eat, on the A14. Sami could keep his gratitude until we got home... XXX The next 6 months were honestly the best of my life. Marriage included. Because Sami became a glorious fixture in my home. He was endlessly cheerful, keen to clean, dust and kept the apartment like a new pin. His gratitude for being rescued from a dreary life of cold public toilets, priapic businessmen and a scruffy basement bedroom in a rented house was enormous. He told me more and more about his life before Manchester, day by day. I would go to work, safe in the knowledge that he was perfectly happy as my little companion. On getting home after work, there would be a hot meal waiting for me...I learned to love North African cooking a great deal that year...then it was a bottle of chilled white wine, a comfortable couch...and of course, some uninhibited and eager sex. His cousin had tutored him in pleasing and being pleased by another boy from the age of 11. Touching and tickling had led to more intimate fondling both manual and oral. The older boy had himself been educated into servicing another boy at school and his new pupil was just as keen to learn. Sucking cock...after the older boy had patiently taken Sami through the mechanics... was something he took to immediately. Once the other boy had brought Sami to a convulsive dry climax with his soft, warm mouth, there was no way the kid was ever going to refuse to return the favour. He told me the affair was intense and long lived. Right up until he departed Morocco for the UK, they used every spare moment to pleasure each other. School break times, stolen moments in a wooded scrub area on the way home and regular sleep overs at each other's house. Sami's education was thorough and detailed. There weren't any positions they hadn't tried at least once. Anal sex too came easily to him. He was a natural submissive and after the initial discomfort of being mounted by the older boy had eased with lubrication and careful insertion, it was often Sami who initiated it. As now, his all time favourite position was plain old missionary...face to face,with his pert arse raised on a cushion or pillow, so his lover could penetrate him fully...with the added bonus of lengthy, open mouthed kissing. Luckily it is my favourite too. Much as I loved his tanned and peachy little behind, and enjoyed, after a bath, rimming him for long minutes as he squirmed in delight and tugged at his stiff young spike, there was nothing quite so blissful as burying my quivering cock in his tight, warm rosebud, while he whimpered and moaned underneath me, nuzzling my neck and begging me to go deeper, harder, faster. I have no idea how much sperm Sami ingested from me over that summer...more than I ever thought my balls could produce, that's for sure. Evenings spent watching the sheer pleasure in his eyes as he knelt in front of me, naked on the sheepskin rug between the couch and TV. His small mouth, lips stretched, working to give me the maximum delight. His eyes only left mine and closed when he felt my balls tighten as I approached orgasm. You cannot successfully fake delight when your mouth is filled with warm semen. I guess you either love it or you don't. Sami was very definitely in the former category. His eyelashes, long and dark, would flutter in ecstasy as his lids closed in satisfaction at the jerking dick in his mouth. He would hum low in his chest as spurt after spurt filled his small mouth. I watched his throat move as he swallowed dutifully, only allowing my cock to plop free of his mouth when every tiny smear had been savoured and disposed of. He might then take another 3 or 4 minutes to carefully lap and lick around my shaft, not missing a single stray pearl of cum. Truly a slave to his art. Finally, his face glowing with satisfaction at bringing me off so well, he would sink back onto his heels, grinning up at my obvious bliss. His own small cock stiff and swaying between his coffee coloured slim thighs, ready for me to enjoy. Many nights I suckled on him long into the small hours, after I'd ploughed him on his back, the bed bouncing and squeaking as he took every inch I could give him. It never got old for either of us. He got more inventive as the months went on, revelling in my porn collection. We often sat side by side, naked on that well used couch, while men and boys of all ages performed on screen for our mutual pleasure. His favourite, as was mine, were the ones which mirrored our own intergenerational relationship. I quite a few adult/youth movies, most of which featured men fucking boys of his age. But a select few, which I kept back until I was surer of his ability to keep secrets, featured boys from 11 sucking and fucking their friends and older guys. These turned out to be the ones he loved most. He told me it reminded him of the days when he was the pupil back in Morocco. During those sessions, he would watch, eyes almost burning in desire, as one boy after another knelt and worshipped an adult phallus. His cock would be quivering between his thighs and I would gently stroke him with fingertips as the boys got their creamy reward for being such good little suckers. Cum streaking their juvenile lips and chins. He would never last until the end...always giving in to my sly caresses and falling backwards so that I could replicate the youngsters actions on him. Of course, at 14, even an immature 14, he was unlike the kids in one way. His orgasms were now sweet and creamy too. I spent many an evening coaxing two or more ejaculations from that sturdy small shaft. Ah, for the resilience of youth. Even in my thirties, I couldn't come more than twice a night. Sami was capable of three easily...sometimes, if I fucked him slowly and steadily first, I could coax a tired and semi reluctant fourth from him in the early hours of the morning. There were new tricks too. Watching one clip of a flexible boy self sucking to orgasm, Sami was determined to emulate the 12 year old. It took a week of bending, stretching and reaching, but I came home one night, to find him naked on the bed. When I walked into the room, my eyes wide with anticipation, he grinned up at me and lifted his legs over his head until his toes gripped the brass bedstead. His sturdy cock disappeared at least a couple of inches into his open mouth. I stripped quickly while his head and body worked to produce a decent demonstration of self fellatio. When I knelt on the bed and thrust my tongue into his pink rosebud, cupping his smooth cheeks, he squeaked first in surprise, then the pitch lowered as the added sensation tipped him instantly over the edge. He swallowed his own cum eagerly, almost gurgling with happiness. I fucked him for half an hour straight after that. For weeks, I was happy to let him practice that position. It was very hard to resist...and once his body adjusted, I was able to fuck him while he sucked, only pulling out when I'd filled him...our mouths met wildly afterwards, tongues lashing each other's, sharing the sweet cum he'd kept in his mouth for me to savour. Oh, happy, happy days... XXX It had to end, of course. His family were eventually granted leave to remain and I used my contacts in the government to find out when and where they would be freed to begin their new lives in the UK. I kept Sami up to date with a very heavy heart, knowing once his mother and father were out of the facility they'd been kept in, it would be impossible for me to have him exclusively any longer. But Sami had one last favour to do me, before we packed his bags, ready for his trip to London to reconnect with his much loved parents. I knew he'd befriended an Egyptian family who lived in the next block from mine. They were a thirty something professional couple who'd been in the UK several years. They had two teenage daughters and...a son of 12. Mohammed was a bright, cheerful boy who quite obviously hero worshipped Sami very quickly after meeting him on the communal grass area behind the apartment block. They shared a keen interest in football and were often found kicking a ball around the area, pretending to be international footballers. But it turned out that Sami had been teaching young Mo a lot more than free kicks and dribbling. One afternoon, several weeks before my young lover left me for good, I got home early from work. Letting myself in, I shed my shoes gratefully in the hall and padded in socked feet towards the kitchen for a beer. But passing the half open bedroom door, I stopped dead. There was the faint murmur of young voices from within, then a juvenile giggle and what definitely sounded like an answering moan. I pushed the door open an inch wider, careful not to make a sound. On the bed, Sami was sitting, naked from the waist down. Kneeling on the carpet in front of him, was a fully naked Mo. Doing something his older companion had done many times on that very spot. Sucking cock. My own stiffened instantly as the boys head bobbed steadily in Sami's lap. This wasn't the first time...I knew that instantly. My little lover was keeping up a monologue as his pupil learned his trade. "That's it...use your tongue Mo,.,yeah, like that..you're getting good at it now...now suck a little harder...I'm nearly..." I could have stayed to watch the...err...climax, but I felt bad about my voyeurism. Not bad enough to stop me slipping into the lounge, pushing the door closed, before taking out my cock and pumping it frantically, my mind full of the images I'd just been given, but then...I'm only human. I came into my hastily grabbed handkerchief, stifling a moan as I ejaculated what felt like a gallon into the white linen bunched in my hand. Recovering my composure, I waited a reasonable time, figuring if Sami had come by now, it was safe to retrace my steps, then I firmly opened and closed the front door. There was a short scuffle in the bedroom, followed by hushed voices. I grinned, imagining the frantic redressing and hopping about. Eventually, Sami's flushed face peered round the bedroom door. He tried a welcoming grin, but it didn't really come off...more a grimace of embarrassment, but to his credit, he recovered well. "Just showing Mo...uh...my...uh" he stuttered, searching for something...anything to substitute for the word `cock'. I smirked back, letting him know I knew exactly what he was showing Mo...and after a second where he looked about to burst into tears...he grinned ruefully.. "Can I...I mean we...have a drink?" He said slowly. I couldn't resist. "Thirsty work?" I smiled and nodded "Orange juice OK...? Refreshes your mouth a treat, I find?" His face creased in a proper smile this time and he whispered through the tight gap his head was occupying. "I'll tell you later...." And he did...in detail. XXX Well, that's it for Sami and me. He went back to his family and as far as I know, to a life which didn't include servicing sales reps in draughty toilets. I hope so. He deserved better. Me? I went back to a more mundane existence. Shagging the occasional telesales girl with a very occasional suck session in some motorway service station with an available stiff cock. Nothing like as wonderful as Sami's but hey, life goes on, huh? And Mo? Well, that's another story...one I might tell if pressed.