My Moroccan lover

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My Moroccan loverMy Morrocan lover. PART ONE: making acquaintance. I was 25 and moved from the Dutch countryside to the city of Utrecht for a study as a male nurse for elderly people. I was already Aware that my sexual interest was orientated on men. I struggled a long time with this feeling and Tried to ignore it. But I knew it wouldn’t work in any way. Going to Utrecht was intact an escape and a search to my inner self. I was shy, had so.e gay encounters, but no real sex.even being gay in Holland was never a problem we are a open-minded country.accept that people can be different, in many ways. I settled soon in Utrecht, did my study, and went out with fellow students who knew about my orientation. Soon I started to go out by my self and went with some other friends I met during the time to gay bars. To me a other world, but refreshing new to be myself and feel at ease. One of these evenings I noticed a Gentleman sitting alone in a corner of the bar.watching and observing the scene on the dance floor. I saw he was not Dutch, handsome,a bit older, nicely dressed, white shirt, tight jeans, and expensive black shoes . Intense black halflong hair, three day beard. Our eyes met sometimes, but i was so shy and impressed by his deep dark eyes, that i looked down everutime he gave me a look. I was afraid about his good appearance, his dominant looks. I thought he Would never make contact to me , my heart beated, I got started to get warm. I turner my face to the bar and ordered another drink. Suddenly a voice behind me said “ may I invite you to drink this one with me?” I turned around and saw the Man I admired at a distance. I blusched, and could just say euuuh…Please accept my invite, I am Mohammed. He gave me his hand to shake. His friendly look and smile made me accept his invite. Thank you Mohammed I said, nice to meet you. My name is NorberthHe said I touhgt you would never look at and turned my invite down. I gave him a shy laugh and said I touhgt the same of you..wher your from Mohammed? I am Moroccan, but born here in the Netherlands. canlı bahis şirketleri I wondered what he was doing in a gay bar as a man with a north African background, because the most don’t wanna show themselves and be seen with gay men. Mohammed told me he lived in another town and drove sometimes to other citrus where no one knows him. But he said he diddent care what others think of him , as long as he can be what he wants to be.We talked about gay life and he was most interrested what part I wanna be in a relationship. He said that to him it must be clear what a boyfriends role must be in a relationship. I told Mohammed that a boyfriend in a relationship as a bottom , must Have a supporting and submissive role. That’s the first right answer I have heard in years he said. I apologised myself to him and said” Mohammed isn’t that old fashion? Mohammed answered, no Norberth I believe that the role between friends , being top and bottom must be clear. It would make clear who is in Lead. Nowadays you only meet fucking gats who don’t show respect to an Alpha male, they do wat they want, but I feel you are different. You are open , with a certain shyness. I like that. During our conversation I forgot time and the world around us both. We drunk a few drinks, and it felt natural as Mohammed took my hand and said, you must allow to bring you home, don’t fear , I wanna know more about you, i wanna know you, please allow me . He paid the barman , who gave Mohammed a think with his eye. And wished him a nice night. And whispered to me “ that’s gonna hurt sweetheart. I diddent know what he meant, I was to inexperienced , beside the puppyloves I had. Mohammed walked with me trough the citty and he asked me to show the nice places of Utrecht. I asked him Mohammed where do you life? What kind of job do you have?.please don’t ask he said ,I will tell you when the time is right ok? I want you to trust me and have a nice time togheter.i bring you home ok?. We walked to his car , and it was a beautiful darkbleu BMW what perabet is my favorite brand beside Audi cars. He opened the door for me , and I stepped in the car. The drive would take 15 minuts from the center of Utrecht, to my little flat i lived in from my employer.I was nervous what is going to happen when we would arrive at my flat. Norberth do you sleep with a lot of men? he asked me? Well Mohammed I did have seks in the past, but I choose my partners with care. I don’t sleep with everyone like most of the gays in the bar to score……I am no saint , I don’t know how your cultural background thinks about gays, but it won’t be to the benefits of gays. But I like to be open to friends and talk about many things, but all-in mutual respect. And i do respect you , you are very nice. I never talked to an Arab man before. I am no Arab he said, why don’t learn you Dutch what an Arab us and what a middle eastern man is. I….i am Moroccan. Forgive me for not knowing Mohammed, but I wanna learn…from you…. If you give me the chance…he looked at me and said…sure… I learn you. ..i would learn you that it’s not about you sweety..but about who you are, and what you are. Learn to show respect to a real man. Know your place in life. And I know..i can show you how you show respect to me.I was thinking what he meant ,But before making my conclusion we arrived at my apartment. Should I invite him in? What would happen when I lead this “stranger” into my little home? He stepped put of the car and opened the door on my side.Thank you Mohammed for bringing me home….euh… I wish you a good night .. Mohammed looked with frowned eyebrows, his deep dark eyes were impaling my soul and he forced me with my back to the car. He pushed his body to mine, looked me dapper in my eyes and whispered in my ear, no sweety….you need me.. you need a man… a real man…His heavy male scented aftershave , and the smell of testosterone he had made me drown in His words. Open yourself to your needs ,to fulfill mine..believe me.. a bottom like you needs guidance and perabet güvenilir mi protection. I want to be your lover..i can’t help myself..but I need you and you need me more than you think.I felt his crotch to my belly, pusching his manhood that was ripe and hard.My mind started to get confused and it felt safe as he held his hand behind my head, grabbed my hair and placed his lips on mine. His beautiful lips where warm and inviting. I was drowning in a cloud of warmth and lust at the same.He pushed his tongue in my mouth and I started to do the same…..he stopped and whispered sweety let me invade your mouth and show you what my kiss can do…Again he kissed me and I let invade him my mouth . He invade deep and wet with his tongue, he gave me no choice than obeying his dominance wich felt natural. We kissed on his lead gor an half hour. I felt my cock growing, while rubbed his crotch to my body. Mohammed do you want to come in and drink something ?Are you a sharmout he said? I diddent know the word..a what? A sharmout, a kehba?…Mohammed I don’t know these words..what do you mean?A decent bottom doessent invite a man after the first date upstairs he said… if I want that I ask you , learn who is in the lead…Confused I stopped making out. He said give me your phone number write down your adress. If you would like to know me better, than you will not invite me.. I will tell you when I want to visit you…do you understand honey? Say you understand me…I want you to understand me..I was still confused what happend and thanked him for a wonderful evening. I gave him my personals to reach me.Leaving me confused, horny and longing for this dominant handsome Moroccan. I went upstairs in my apartment. I looked outside my window down, I saw he was watching if the lights went on in the apartment I lived in. Immediately my cellphone rang …on the other side Mohammed,s voice saying sleep well my sweet Norberth.. I will send you horny and loving dreams tonight….Sleep well Mohammed I said ..hope to hear from you….Be sure sweety ..you hear from me..goodnight. promise me you don’t touch yourself , till I am with you..give me your word…still confused i said…I promise Mohammed…Thank you he said… I will reward you if you don’t…I call you today…I like you…even feel longings for you..End of part one.

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