Gay Erotic Stories

Being a medical student in Europe, I frequently met Northern African Guys who always appealed to me. We talked a lot, but never got intimate, because I was always afraid to bring up the subject. Once I had a conversation with one guy about gay sex, but his attitude was so negative, that I decided not to inform him about my secret. Still he gave me some information about availability of guys in his country, Morocco. In fact I had always wanted to visit that country, be it in the first place for it's ancient culture. Now there was a second reason. It happened that in the same year of this conversation, I was able to plan a visit for three weeks. I booked a package holiday to Agadir, especially because of the attractive price. I had a nice hotel with one unpleasant thing, namely, no visitors allowed. From my traveller's guide I learned that the beach with the sand dunes were of high quality, so there I went, on the first day of my journey. There were many people on the beach, mainly tourists and some modern style Arabs. The vendors selling cold drinks, cigarettes and blankets were the only real indigenous people on the beach. I spotted that at the far end of the beach there were very high sand dunes, with virtually no one on them. I decided to climb one of these hills and take a sand bath. While climbing this hill, I noticed that I was followed by one of the vendors, with some drinks in a bucket filled with ice. On top I dropped in the sand and ignored him, because I knew already how these vendors could persist. The guy, light-brown, slender and with an intoxicating smile, approached me and started a conversation, not even trying to sell one of his drinks. His French was much better than mine. We talked about the sun, my country, his family, the King and all kind of safe subjects. When he asked me why I was not married, I told him that in Europe, at twenty-five nobody bothers about getting married. I was afraid to talk about my being Gay, because this could as well be dangerous in this country. Then he tried something more direct. Sitting in the sand with his long and wide gallabya, the dress that most people wear, so far I had only seen that he had a nice masculine face. But then he spread his legs apart, giving me full insight under his male dress. At first I only saw a very wide cotton underwear, but a few seconds later, when my eyes were accustomed to the dark, I saw that a large pink mushroom was peeping through. I immediately got horny and he must have noticed that. He suggested that we would take walk between the trees behind the dune. Walking down the hill, off the beach, he took my hand in such a friendly way that I almost fell in love. It was not love that he wanted, because the moment we entered the woods, he lifted up his gallabya and dropped his pants, now exposing a rock hard dick of at least 9 inches. I touced his dick, while caressing his covered breast with my other hand. He started to moan and say all kinds of things in Arabic. But he was obviously in a hurry, because within a minute he pushed me over and started tagging on my swimming suits, in search of my asshole. He cleared his throat inelegantly and spit on his fingers that prepared me for a fuck. I did not resist, although I wished that it would have been a bit more tender. Before I realised that he was too rough, he shoved all nine inches inside of me. I did not scream, but almost threw up my lunch. Then he withdrew his cock almost completely and waited for a moment. The next thing I felt was again that huge cock being buried roughly in my intestines. He repeated this procedure about ten times, in which I was debating with myself whether I was being abused or having sex with a man I wanted. He came deep inside of me, murmuring some horny Arabic words. He withdrew his still rigid cock which I grabbed because I had not had enough yet. He withdrew my hand and tried to make an appointment for the next day. I agreed, but was already sure that I would not show up. He demanded some money, which I gave him, to get rid of him as soon as possible. He picked up his bucket and left. I decided not to climb the hill with him, but to linger a while in the woods. My ass was sore, I was still horny, but confused. I wondered whether I had met the wrong guy or had just learned about gay sex, Moroccan style. While wandering, I came across a black guy, which I thought should be an American tourist. He spoke French and I learned that he was a Moroccan from the far south, on a family visit in Agadir. We started again a typical tourist-local conversation and after a while we started talking about sex. Having learned my lesson, I started to tell him that I was not interested. But then he opened his jeans short and I got horny again. This black Arab spotted the most beautiful and huge cock I had ever seen. It was dark with an almost purple head and VERY BIG. He then told me that he knew that I was gay because he saw me getting fucked just ten minutes before. He had not had sex for several weeks. I told him that I did not like sex in the Arab way and he laughed. He told me that only inexperienced boys fuck like that. His pleasure was to give pleasure and to hear people moan when he fucks them. To prove this he started playing with my already rock hard nipples and caressing my dick with the other hand. Then we started to kiss and I felt it would be different this time. We fell on the floor and caressed each other as if we were real lovers. He removed his shorts and came lying on top of me, pressing his huge dick between my legs. Then he started to push his hands under my buttocks and pressing a finger at my still sore asshole. This really turned me on and I started to wish that he would fuck and hurt me, but not right away. I sat up and took his dick in my mouth and sucked it for a long while. After some hesitation he returned the favor. This guy was really trying to save the honour of his country. He then laid me on my back and lifted my legs. I grabbed his dick and pointed it at my ass. The first guy had been of use, because my asshole was still slippery. He slid slowly and easily inside and I welcomed him. This guy fucked me soft and deep and made me moan. It was plain to see that he really enjoyed it. We rolled over and I impaled myself on the huge shaft. Man was he big! Finally I went on both knees and gave him free access. He pushed in and out, while playing with my very sensitive nipples, saying horny things that I could understand. I pushed my hand between my legs and held his dick, because I couldn't believe that I was enjoying such a big pole. The feeling of guiding such a fuck pole inside of me made me shout encore, encore and then I released a huge load in the sand. Almost immediately hereafter he made a crying sound and also emptied his load inside of me. He fell on top of me and stayed there for several minutes. Then he withdrew and kissed me again. I was sure this was the fuck of my holiday and insisted he would have dinner with me. That night we made love again and it was even better. Unfortunately I never saw him again and had to do with other guys in the village. But that is another story.