Getting to know Marrakech

After having visited years ago, I returned to Marrakech seeking the exoticism and morbidity that the young Moroccans produced in me. I didn't aspire to find anything, but at least I could give myself a good dose of sight... and dream of morbid adventures.

I had already spent two days and nothing special had happened. The riad where I was staying, near the souk, had a small pool, and taking the sun there in the autumn, I met a couple made up of a mature Frenchman of about 55 years and a young Latin American of twenty-something. The relationship between them was very evident, with the Colombian being the one who took the lead, but I noticed they were very reserved and I couldn't get intimate with them... and that was despite the kid turning me on a lot. He was really good-looking and his manners seemed devilishly powerful.

As on previous days, at sunset, I found myself wandering around the bustling Jemaa el Fna square and stopped for a moment to watch a staging of a story that, of course, I didn't understand almost anything about, but it seemed fun because of how well the several dozen men who formed the circle were laughing. That's when I felt someone touching my ass. The way they did it made me think they were looking for my wallet, and since I was aware that I kept it in a well-protected front pocket, I let them do it. In a few seconds, I noticed they were feeling me up on the other side, looking to have more luck with the other pocket. Assuming they would leave me alone when they didn't find anything, I also let them do it, as I didn't want to make a scene... and the situation was turning me on.

But the groping continued and grew to the point where it didn't seem disguised, and it was clear that I was aware of it and was letting them do it.

I discreetly looked back to see my "harasser" and met the gaze of a smiling young man who couldn't have been more than twenty years old. We continued with the game for a few more minutes, now without disguise on either part, until I heard, right next to my ears, a "viens avec moi" (come with me) that accelerated my heartbeat even more. I saw him move away from the circle and I also left. Already in a less crowded area, he approached me and asked me something in French that I didn't understand. My "I don't understand" response didn't pose any problem for him, as he asked me again, "Tu quieres follar? Quieres buena polla marroquí?" (Do you want to fuck? Do you want a good Moroccan cock?). At that point, I was already hooked on that guy, and although I thought about it for two seconds, I asked him "Cuánto?" (How much?), convinced that he wanted money... and unless it was too much, my response would be affirmative, without knowing what I was saying yes to. His response was a whole invitation: "No dinero, solo follar amigos. Venir conmigo" (No money, just fuck friends. Come with me).

I followed him as I had done on other occasions with the "guides" who approach you c...