Late afternoon sun beats down. I’m at the window, sweat dripping. Quai below buzzes faint. Someone waves frantic. Lean out. It’s Sélim. Grinning up, arms flailing—can I come up? Heart skips. Buzz the intercom. His voice crackles, thick accent. Explain the door twice. Casablanca locks different, huh? Footsteps thud up the stairs. Creak of parquet under his boots. Door swings. He’s here, work clothes caked in plaster, paint streaks on stubble jaw. Smells of sweat, dust, man.
“Salut. Work done early?” He groans. Fired. Some prick on site mouthed off—called him dirty goat. Fists flew. Boss sided with asshole. Straight to uncle’s ear. No home yet. Fears beating. “Beer? Cold one?” Nod. Points to shower. He strips slow, towel knots loose. I pour brews in kitchen. Short clings, no underwear. Cock twitches hard against zipper since he stepped out steamy.
The Contact
Night falls heavy. 9 PM. Couch sinks under us. His hair slicked back, wet. Second beer’s half-gone. He dials uncle. Arabic rants echo salon. Tone spikes sharp. Grim face joins me at stove. Eggs sizzle soft. Total shit. Boss snitched. Uncle exploding—pack bags, fuck off. Homeless now. Beat him to it: “Crash here. Lucky you met me.” Eyes lock intense. “Best guy ever, Jean. Not just the fuck… you’re cool.” Laugh. Wrestle threat: earn keep or street.
He lunges. We tumble floor. Laughter muffled. Parquet groans under rolls. He pins me flat. Arms wrenched back. Biceps bulge. Mouth crashes mine. Tongue sucks air out. Gasps. “Thanks.” Growl low: “Drop towel. Dreamed of that cock four days.” Stays dominant. Flicks cloth. Dick hangs thick, dark, heavy. Saliva pools.
The Indiscretion
“Feed it me.” “Suck yours too.” Sixty-nine twist. Lips wrap his shaft. Swells instant. Veins pulse fat. Wood hard. His mouth engulfs mine. Teeth graze glans, nibble ridge. Roll side. Tongue dives ass-crack. Rim slow circles. Push in wet. He shudders violent. Air puffs hole. “Fuuuck… lick ass… aaaah… more…” Moans choked whispers. Windows cracked—heat demands it. Neighbors’ lights flicker blinds. Parquet creaks shifts. Hold breath. His cock throbs endless.
He cums first. Grips ass brutal. No escape. Jets flood throat. Gulps hot salt. He bucks, cries stifled. Pumps me frantic. Orgasm rips savage. Beg stop—too much. Prolongs torture. Finally releases. Collapse panting. Tapis sticks skin. “Swallowed all.” “Me too.” Giggles low. “Love fucking you.”
Silence wraps thick. Bodies cool sweat. Windows hum night air. Distant TV murmurs neighbor walls. Floors creak faint—someone stirs? Talk Morocco trip. Tickets tomorrow. “Fetch my stuff now? Uncle might swing. Back me up.” 10 PM—not late. Their TV glows. “And peek at your little Chinese?” Mischief glints. Dress quick. Heart hammers stairs down. Pass door—light slits under. Voices hush inside. Quay shadows swallow us. Secret throbs cock-hard. Back later, buzzed silent. Door clicks soft. All asleep. Our dirt safe.