that done, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, put it into his pants, looked at me and smiled his beautiful smile again, and walked out of the door. I just sat there and jerked off!

When I went into the hall again, it was deserted. I found the elevator and went down to the lobby. The soldiers from my tour bus were assembling again and starting to get on the buses. I again found my seat on the top deck.

As we traveled through the streets of Casablanca my mind was not on the buildings, parks and the people, I was thinking about the beautiful boys in Morocco. They were outstanding!

I am now 75 years old, so this took place a long time ago and still, after all of these years, when I think of it, my dick gets hard and I end up again beating my meat as I think of sucking that beauty. Writing this story has made me horny again, so I think I will take it out and beat it off as I think of the beautiful boys in Morocco. Why don't you do the same. I am horny! Hope you are too!