The Bazaar, A Sexual Odyssey
by:
justjames17
(Copyright 2007 by the author)
The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the
author's consent. Comments are appreciated at...
Chapter 5
The ferry rubbed against the fenders on the wharf's
piles as it nuzzled land seemingly tired but glad to have reached its
destination, the air reeked of diesel fumes from its tall funnel as the
fitful breeze drifted the stench down to the passengers clustered
awaiting the connection of the gang plank. The crowd pressed together
eager to escape onto the fascinating foreign land; Henri felt a hand
roaming about on his tight full buttocks, fondling his cute sexy arse.
He peered around to see young Pierre cheekily grinning at him, he
grinned back and wriggled his rear end making the lad giggle. The
officer at the railing ordered the crewmen to attach the gangplank as it
clunked against the steel hull and the railing was opened in readiness
for the disembarkation.
The crew stood aside and allowed the waiting passengers to begin the
descent to the dock below, Henri clutching his suitcase stepped off the
deck and soon landed on the foreign shore. He followed the barricades
that funnelled the alighting passengers into the customs shed where his
meagre possessions were inspected by a sour looking customs officer, the
man seemed completely disinterested until he came across Henri's large
dildo hidden in the bottom of his case. He looked up at the young
Frenchman holding the large clear imitation male organ and his unshaven
stubbly face with its full greasy lips leered up at the fresh-faced
young man. His bloodshot eyes locked on Henri's before slowly slimily
crawling downwards to look at the interesting bulge in Henri's pants
showing just above the low desk.
He smirked and licked his lips as he studied Henri's fast stiffening
cock, the official grunted clearing his throat before asking where Henri
was staying while in Tangiers and looked disappointed when he told him
he was leaving in two hours to travel to Morocco. He angrily stamped
Henri's passport then turned to one of his compatriots said something in
his own tongue before telling Henri to follow him to be strip searched
because he thought the young man might be hiding drugs on or in his
body. Henri protested spluttering that he was innocent but the hulking
Arab grabbed his arm and began dragging the protesting youth away to a
small room nearby thrusting Henri roughly through the door.
Henri collided with a table inside the room hurting his hip before he
was forcibly grasped by the back of his neck and pushed face down onto
the wooden table top, the official reached under his struggling body and
ripped open his jeans tugged down his straining zipper and pulled his
pants down to his trembling knees. The man's rough calloused hand
grabbed his perfect buttocks wrenching them apart painfully as he
admired Henri's hairless crack whistling through his yellowed tobacco
stained teeth. Henri lay uncomplaining as the man fumbled about undoing
his uniform, the sound of his zipper loud in the small room, then Henri
gritted his teeth as he felt the hot hard slimy wet cock head press
against his twitching twot. The huge blunt bulbous boner painfully
pressed against Henri's tensed hole, Henri loved being fucked but this
man's approach scared him. He whimpered as his muscle stretched about
that big bludgeon then the searing burning pain began as the man split
him open and entered his abused arse.
Henri cried out as his rough dry penetration continued, a rough hand
clamped across his gaping mouth as the man silenced his anguished wails,
Henri continued screaming but only muffled sounds could be heard. The
brute rammed fully up the tender chute till he was totally embedded and
grinding hard into Henri's aching arse, everything halted as the
official moaned and enjoyed the hot silken purse surrounding his eager
ramrod. He hovered there for a minute or two enjoying Henri's rippling
bowels as he tried to expel the pulsing invader, finally the brute
slowly pulled back popping out of the stretched ring before slamming
back into Henri's flesh grunting with pleasure at the young man's
muffled cries of protest. In and out again and again eventually Henri
began to enjoy the abuse as he pushed back hard on the in stroke, the
man grunting greedily as he pronged pussy saliva spraying from his
greasy thick lips as he pounded and thrust frantically. His climax swept
through his large heavy frame concentrating in his crotch causing his
fat tool to expand even more inside Henri, who was near swooning with
desire.
A heavy guttural groaning grunt and he slammed deeper into the pliant
puffy pussy as his balls deluged Henri's insides with a huge thick flood
of cream, it spurted from the swollen lips and drooled down both their
balls dripping to the floor between their feet. The man fell on top of
Henri crushing his light frame to the wooden tabletop as his heavy,
hairy, sweaty body pressed onto Henri's aching smooth back. The two lay
panting hard then the man regaining his strength stood up and ripped his
now slimy still semi hard cock from Henri's protesting body.
Henri groaned as his violated arse surrendered and he heard the popping
slurp as his inflamed flesh released the ravishing rod, the official
slapped Henri's red-hot buttocks ordering him to pull up his pants as he
tidied his own tucking his reeking dick away. Henri slowly stood up
grimacing his discomfort as he bent down to pull up his clothing; he was
unsteady on his feet but finally covered his nakedness as the man opened
the door commanding he leave. Henri hobbled out feeling his arse leaking
into his briefs as he picked up his case and hobbled bandy legged to the
exit, he made his way to the station his mind reliving the hard trial he
had experienced, he boarded the train ready for the next adventure,
finding an empty compartment he lifted his case into the luggage rack
before he settled gingerly into a seat closing his eyes to rest awhile
as he reviewed his trip so far. His reverie disturbed by the long loud
whistle as the train lurched clattering into motion, he relaxed again as
the steady clickety clacking of the wheels numbed his brain.
To be continued...
Posted: 11/16/07