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I was in complete shock. How long had Moussa been there, watching us. Aziz was already up and putting his clothes back on. As he dressed, he spoke again to Moussa. “This American has an incredible ass. He should be loosened up enough now to take your cock.”

With that, Aziz winked at me and left the room. Moussa continued to stare at me, not saying a word. His eyes were taking in my naked body. It was as if he were a lion eyeing a wounded antelope; I was getting a bit self-conscious. As I made to pull back the sheets to cover myself he moved for the first time.

Coming toward the bed with his hand stretched out he spoke. “No. Please. I like much to look at you.”

His move was not in away aggressive; it was more pleading. His booming deep voice and his gentle words had already got my cock twitching again. Moussa seemed a bit shy and clearly didn’t speak English nearly as well as Aziz had.

The way he was looking at me was totally turning me on. I stopped trying to cover myself and lay there, watching him watch me. My cock was getting rock hard again as we seemed at a sexual stand-still, with him continuing to inspect me from several feet away. We had been in locked eye contact, which I now broke to examine the rest of him. His deep brown eyes were set in a heavy, strong brow. His skin was a charcoal-ebony and he had a broad nose and wide, chiseled chin. He had a slight dark moustache but no beard.

As my eyes dropped down, I once again took in that huge chest of his, straining at the buttons on his dark blue uniform. Looking down at this broad hips, I noticed his full crotch basket with his cock aching to tear out of his trousers. A massive bulge was pushing at the fabric. As I watched the growing mammoth in his pants, the pressure must have built to a point where his cock finally slipped out of his briefs, because a huge snake began quickly moving down his left leg. I was in awe. The thing didn’t stop until it was about four inches from his knee.

I didn’t know how long Moussa was going to be able to handle this erotic stare-down, but I couldn’t take it any more. I got up from the bed and moved over to him. I put one hand on his thick chest and reached around to grab his ass, which was like grabbing a muscular watermelon, as I moved in for a kiss. That was all the encouragement Moussa needed. He quickly sucked my tongue into his mouth and his huge baseball glove sized hands started working their way all over my body.

As I struggled to open the buttons on his shirt that were stretching to keep in his heaving chest, Moussa simply stepped back and with one quick tug, ripped it open… buttons flying everywhere. His body could only be described as beefy, with large broad pecs that were completely hairless and tipped by big coal-colored nipples that must have stood out half an inch. The outline of his diaphragm muscle and his 6-pack literally resembled a washboard. As I traced my fingers over his abdomen, my entire finger fit into the crevasse between each of his abs.

I traced my hand down over his bellybutton, where I found the first traces of body hair. Moussa had a very light dusting of dark hair that spread across is stomach and disappeared beneath his belt. I just had to see where it went!

I knelt before him, and Moussa let out a sigh and moan of anticipation. I licked his abs and flicked my tongue in and out of his bellybutton, which totally drove him wild. As my tongue continued to tease him, I undid his belt, opening his pants. His bubble ass held his pants up without the belt and despite my having unzipped his fly all the way. So I slipped my hand over his brief-covered ass, pushing away his pants until they fell to the floor.

That’s when I finally saw his monstrous cock in all its glory. I was dumbfounded as his cock was hanging out of his underwear down his left leg. And it was continuing to grow. It seemed to have reached it’s full length at about 14 inches, but was growing more and more rigid as it swung from laying alongside his leg to a nearly horizontal position. The shear weight of his cock made it impossible to move any more vertical than that, but the power of his excitement was evident in the way his thick pole throbbed with each beat of his heart.

Its shape was magnificent. Its thickness was in perfect proportion to its length, which meant that his cock way about as thick around as a young man’s wrist. A smooth, glorious, bulbous head crowned his cut dick and a large drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip. Grabbing the base of his cock with both hands, I began to lick my way up his tremendous weapon, kissing and slurping it all over. His throaty moans told me that he was enjoying my oral explorations. When I finally reach the tip, I lapped at the drop of pre-cum and began teasing his large piss-slit with my tongue. Wanting so desperately to get this massive cock into my mouth, I opened as wide as possible and wrapped my lips around his luscious head. I was able to get the full head in my mouth, but not much more, so I contented myself by gently and persistently sucking the head while swirling my mouth around the top. Working his sensitive tip so intently was clearly having a dramatic effect on Moussa as his knees began to buckle and he was holding onto the wall as he panted.

I released my grip on his cock and backed up the bed. Moussa struggled out of his briefs, which he had yet to take off and was finally standing before me completely naked. Taking his hand, I led him to the bed, where I directed him to lay down. As I came forward to continue with my sausage feast, he began to move back until he sat with his back rested against the headboard. He growled, “I want to watch the beautiful American eat my cock.” I spent the next 10 minutes lapping, sucking, tasting, licking, and tantalizing that enormous black serpent, stopping every so often to suck in his baseball-sized nuts that hung so low, the rest on the bed. Moussa muttered in a combination of French and Berber as his breath and moans grew faster and louder. By this point, my spit has lubed his cock quite well and I was stroking his monster with both hands as I again took his head into my mouth. I sensed that Moussa was close to exploding, so I released him from my mouth and watched him intently as I pulled on his cock as if I were churning butter. Suddenly, Moussa let out a deep, guttural moan. “Je viens!” ARRRGHGGHHHH… His cum shot out of his cock like a super-soaker; rope after rope of hot man juice shot all over my face and chest in heavy streams. And he kept cumming… five, six, seven spurts of sperm. By the time he finished shooting, Moussa must have dumped as least a quart of cum on me.

We both lay there on the bed exhausted. I had half expected Moussa to get up and leave just as Aziz had; now that he’d gotten his rocks off, there was no reason to stay. But to my great surprise, Moussa grabbed my towel—the one I’d been wearing when Aziz first came to my room—and began cleaning his cum off of me.

“No one has ever done that to me before,” Moussa said as he wiped his jizz from my chest. “Thank you,” he said as he gently kissed my forehead.

“How can that be?” I asked in disbelief. “You must have men and women dying to sleep with you.”

“Not so,” he replied. “It hurts my wife so. We have sex only rare. And no proper Muslim women would eat my cock like you did. She thinks it too dirty.”

“That’s a shame. She doesn’t know what she’s missing, but what about men? I’m sure there are plenty of gay men who would let you fuck them, or die trying.”

“You don’t understand,” Moussa said with a sad look on his face. “Moroccan men will have sex with men if there are no women around, but they always want to be the man. If a man fucks another man, the one who takes the cock in his ass is seen as a woman. Men like Aziz consider those who they fuck to be like weak women.”

“Really!?” I said, somewhat annoyed. “And do you think I’m a woman?”

“NO!” he assured me. “I am not like Aziz. It is very complicated here. Aziz has fucked me too. That’s what friend will do for friends if there is no woman. As long as I lay still and pretend I do not like it, he believes I’m a man. I’m only helping him, not doing this because I like it.”

“But do you like it?” I asked. Moussa hesitated; I could see in his face that he was struggling to find an answer. “Do you enjoy having a man’s cock in your ass?” I asked him again.

Ashamed, he answered, “Yes.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said. “There’s nothing wrong with it. I love getting fucked by a man as much as I love fucking a man. And believe me, when I fuck a man, he is all man to me. I would never fuck a woman or someone who reminded me of a woman.”

“Is this true?” Moussa asked.

“Of course,” I replied. Sensing an opportunity, I pushed on. “Would you like me to show you how good it can be?”

“Yes, please.” His response was almost a whisper, but his eyes were wide with desire and anticipation.

By now, my cock was rock hard. I maneuvered Moussa around so that he was lying on is back on the bed, at which point I straddled his head so we were in a sixty-nine position. Moussa needed no encouragement from me. As soon as my cock touched his full lips, he warmly and gently sucked me in. His mouth was so warm and moist, and his large tongue massaged and caressed my aching member. Moussa’s colossal hands grabbed a hold of my ass and he was clearly relishing his new-found sense of freedom. Finally allowed to enjoy himself without shame, he was sucking me off for all he was worth.

As good as the head he was giving was, I had a different goal. Propping Moussa’s lower back on some pillows and pulling his legs back toward me, I rolled his large, muscled ass toward me. I grabbed a hold of his ass cheeks, massaging them back and forth. Prying the cheeks apart I got a clear view of his tight pucker. Because he was so much taller than I was and because he had a good sucking grip on my cock, I wasn’t able to reach his hole with my tongue. So I lubed my index finger with spit and slowly began to massage his rosebud. The second I touched his asshole, he reacted. A slight flinch was followed by a loud moan and intense sucking on my cock. I rolled my finger over his pucker, massaging it and causing him to gyrate his hips. As I popped my finger into his hole, I knew he was mine. Moussa stopped sucking on my cock and just moaned deeply as my finger sunk into him. I climbed down off of him, never taking my finger out of his ass, and came around until I was face to face with that ass. I licked his ass crack as I pumped my finger in and out of his hole. Moussa panted while speaking something in a language I couldn’t understand; but he was clearly in ecstasy. He was now ready for more as I slipped a second and then a third finger into him. Within 30 seconds Moussa had had enough teasing.

“You must fuck me now. I need you inside me. Please put your cock in Moussa!”

I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I climbed up onto the bed and took a hold of Moussa’s massive legs, holding them high above him and angling his gorgeous ass for a better entry. He was by far the largest man I’d ever been with and I was loving the excess. My left hand could barely cup the thick, muscular thigh as I pushed his legs toward his chest while using my right hand to lube his ass crack with the liquid Aziz had left behind. When he was good and greased, I grabbed hold of both his calves and positioned myself so I could aim my cock at his waiting asshole. As my cock head came to rest at the entrance to his ass, I looked Moussa in the eyes. He was in heaven. “Fuck me now,” be pleaded.

With that I began pushing forward. Despite all the lube, his ass was tight. I increased the pressure and urged him to relax. Suddenly my cock head popped passed his ass ring as we both let out a loud grunt. Moussa’s immense hands grabbed my ass as if he was afraid I was going to retreat. He was determined not to let my cock out of his ass, but I didn’t need any encouragement. I feed the rest of my 8 inches into him. Boy, was his ass tight. And it was strong too! I could feel him move and flex all around my cock as he adjusted to the invasion into his ass.

“Ah, yes. You your cock feels so good.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I said as I slowly began to withdraw my cock until just the head remained in his ass, and then plunged back into him in one deep stroke. This drove Moussa wild. He began to moan and buck while he rattled off a litany of Arabic dirty-talk that I couldn’t understand but which was making me even hotter. I picked up the pace and began to really fuck his now. His huge cock was rock hard again and flapping on his solid stomach. I reached down to give his cock a quick tug and he let out a lion’s roar and began bucking even more wildly. I felt as if I was riding a bull in a rodeo. I had to let go of his cock and hold on tight to his legs or else risk being thrown off. Moussa was fucking me as much as I was fucking him.

All of a sudden I felt his ass clench real tight and his body froze. His thick horse dick, which was lying on his stomach let loose a flood of cum that splashed up over his huge pecs and onto his chin. Waves of his milky jizz just exploded all over his dark, sweaty skin. It was almost too much for me. I continued to pound his ass with all my might as he moaned and panted beneath me. Within seconds I felt the boiling in my balls. Wanting to add my cum to his, I pulled out just in time for streams of my cum to shoot all over his cock, balls and stomach. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much, and it’s amazing that I had anything left after my romp with Aziz earlier that night. But I was quickly falling for this lustful giant beneath me and my body was responding!

I collapsed on top of him feeling our cum mix together between us. I was in heaven just laying on top of the powerful stallion. Moussa enveloped me his massive arms as he held me in a strong, tender hug and kissed the top of my head.

“American, thank you. I will never forget this night.”

“Moussa, call me Mike. And I too won’t ever forget this night.” Scooting my way up his massive chest I kissed his full, soft lips and accepted his luscious tongue into my mouth once again as we had perhaps the most passionate kiss of my life.

Apparently, Moussa had finished his shift when he came up to “visit” me, so he spent the rest of the night in my bed. He took the next few days off, and I switched hotels so we could spend all our time together without worrying about his colleagues asking questions or Aziz stopping in for more fun. We spent most of that time fucking our brains out as Moussa learned to relish in his desire for man-sex while I also learned to take all 14 inches of his enormous cock up my ass.

But that’s a story for another time…

(If you enjoyed Welcome to Casablanca, parts I & II, drop me a line at takingmarcos@yahoo.com and let me know. And stay tuned for more.)