Hello everyone, I'm 30 years old and I've always been attracted to Moroccan men, the more rugged and masculine they are, the more I like them.

That air of machos with their balls well-placed, those fuck-hungry men they are, those masculine strides, and above all, and whoever has tried them will understand me, that special smell that comes from their parts and armpits, ummmmmmmmm, it's a real male thing.

What I'm going to tell you happened to me in Valencia, I'm not from there, if I were, I wouldn't have dared, I went to spend a weekend with the intention of finding Arabs to give me that thrill that we perverts like so much.

I arrived from my city, took a taxi to the boarding house I usually go to, dropped off my stuff, and quickly went to the X cinema on Alcoy street, with my ass hot, craving brown cock, and my little bottle of poppers in my pocket.

The X cinema I went to gives me a lot of thrill because as soon as you enter, next to the ticket booth, there's a small room with sofas where the four old perverts sit and a bunch of Arab and Romanian hustlers waiting for clients, and you see them, and they look at you, knowing what you're there for, to suck their uncircumcised cocks, searching for their hot cum, in short, searching for their manhood and their macho airs.

I entered the dark room, half-blind, and sat down in the first seat I saw. The hustlers didn't pay much attention to me because, damn it, I'm 30 years old, have a good body, and since most of the fags who go there are old, I didn't look like a potential client. Although it may sound arrogant, I'm not lacking in men to fuck me, but not Arabs, and it's that the smell of a Moroccan is very attractive to perverted fags like me.

My plan was to have a good time, nobody knew me there, and I could dedicate myself to something more than just offering my ass. I was very hot and the sniffs I took from the bottle of nitrate didn't help me much to calm down.

The bathrooms in that cinema are the best, they're inside the room itself, you enter through a door at the back, going down some stairs, and it's a constant coming and going of Moroccans and clients.

Well, while I was smoking one of the many cigarettes I had in the bathroom, watching the merchandise go by, a half-drunk Moroccan man, about 35 years old, but what a dirty and macho look he had, came up to me, started talking to me, and I didn't pay much attention to him because I had my eye on a very handsome young Moroccan, but the drunk Moroccan kept insisting, saying let's go to the bathroom, suck my cock, and all that, and he started to turn me on, and even more so when he lifted my jersey and put one of his dirty, calloused hands on my belly, caressing it, and then started pinching my nipples (what an obsession Moroccans have with tits), and with the heat of the poppers and the situation, people passing by and looking at us, when the drunk Moroccan brought his mouth clo...