Tunisian Tails

By James Orr

Paul travels to the enthralling North African nation of Tunisia, visiting Tunis, Kairouan, El Djem, Carthage, Sousse Sidi Bu Said and Hammamet. He is immediately beguiled by its exotic charms

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Nov 3, 2011
• ISBN: 9781470942076

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Tunisian Tails

Tunisian Tails

An Erotic Novel by James Orr

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TUNISIAN TALES

JAMES ORR

Text by James Orr, Copyright ©2011

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TUNIS

Tunis, the largest city with over a million people is the capital of Tunis. It is situated on a large Mediterranean Sea gulf, behind the Lake of Tunis and the Port of La Goulette. The city extends along the coastal plain and the hills that surround it. At the centre of more modern development lies the old Medina. The Medina at the centre of the city is a dense accumulation of alleys and covered passages, full of intense scents and colours, boisterous and active trade and a surfeit of goods on offer ranging from leather slippers to plastic, tin to the finest silver filigree and tourist souvenirs from the works of tiny crafts shops.

The grand Avenue Habib Bourguiba, often referred to by popular press and travel guides as ‘the Tunisian Champs-Élysées’, is where the colonial-era buildings provided a clear contrast to smaller, older structures. As the capital city of the country, Tunis is the focus of Tunisian political and administrative life; it is also the centre of the country's commercial activity. The expansion of the Tunisian economy in recent decades is reflected in the booming development of the outer city where one could see clearly the social challenges brought about by the rapid modernization in Tunisia.

The sun beat down as I climbed out of the taxi. The noise of the heavy traffic filled my ears as I paid the taxi driver and walked into the entrance of the hotel. It was an historic, turn of the century building and decorated with statues placed near the monumental hall with the interior cupola decorated with stained glass and dark wood panelling. Inside all was a sea of calm with the odd guest sitting around on large leather sofa under overhanging potted palms. The cool tiles on the floor shone brightly as they reflected the hanging chandeliers and the endless perfume of jasmine completed the elegant interior. The hotel reflected the city itself, a blend of laid-back Africa and the elegant Mediterranean.

At the large wooden desk a smiling receptionist greeted him as he handed over his passport and booking details.

A sharp ringing sounded as a bellboy was summoned once the paperwork had been completed. I could hear footsteps behind him approach the desk. He turned to be confronted by Ali who smiled at him knowingly. He graciously took the key from me and asked him to follow as he headed to the lifts.

As they stood waiting, Ali asked him in French how long I was staying in Tunis.

Three nights, I replied.

When we reached the right floor, Ali opened the door to the room and stood aside to allow me to enter. He placed the suitcase down on the floor and went over to the window to open the heavy multi-coloured drapes. He opened the French doors slightly to let in the fresh air which also allowed the noise from the street below to enter. Car horns and shouting emanated around the large room.

He then crossed the room to the bathroom and turned on the light. When he came out he said he would bring more towels as there was only one large bath towel.

Okay, any time, I said.

I took the opportunity to have a quick shower as Ali went off to collect more towels. The bathroom was pure luxury with a good selection of bath foam, shampoo and skin creams. I had just stepped out of the large bathtub and wrapped the bath towel around me when I heard a knock at the door. As I opened it wide, my towel suddenly fell to the floor as Ali stood with several towels in his arms. He walked past me as I was quickly bending over to pick up the towel from the floor.

I closed the door quietly behind him and walked over to the bathroom door. My eyes dropped to see Ali standing in front of the large mirror as he massaged his large cock which was sticking out of his trousers. I almost came under my towel; it looked incredible, at least nine inches long and thick. My heart was pumping and my own cock was well on its way to rigidity. I had to adjust my hardening cock from its awkward and increasingly painful position.

Ali took his hand away from his dick which stood straight to attention with its veins building and the dark pink head pulsating. He let me admire him for a few moments, no doubt proud of his manly body and flattered that I was awed by it. I reached over and took hold of it and pulled it as I guided Ali into the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and bent over to put the cock head into his mouth. I tasted the sweetness of precum as I licked at the slit. Ali moaned softly as the cock entered my throat. 

I began a determined effort to give the lad the maximum amount of please as I sucked. My legs wobbled as his cock disappeared deep inside my throat. His shirt came off to expose his smooth, built chest and strong arms. He was light brown colour all over. He unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them down then stepped out of them. He left his white underwear on.

I want to fuck you, Ali said.

I went off to the bathroom as Ali removed his underwear. As he bent over to step out of them I got a perfect view of his arse. Smooth skin that clung to firm cheeks that were slightly smaller than his muscular frame matched exactly what I preferred. His hole now exposed, light hair surrounding the tight bud and his lightly coloured buns made me stop in his tracks. What a gorgeous view. Ali threw the underwear on the bed and turned to face me and smiled.

When I came back into the room, Ali was lying on the bed with his head nestling on the fluffy pillows holding his cock straight up; pointing it towards the ceiling. I climbed onto the bed in between my outstretched legs.

My eyes were glued to my eyes, searching for the trust and the certainty of the situation. As soon as I sensed it, my eyes dropped to the young dick, now in front of my face, throbbing and twitching. The scents from Ali wafting slowly to my nose, making my own cock pulsate and leak more precum. I watched the young manhood drip a drop of precum out of his piss slit. A slippery condom was rolled over the large head and down the thick shaft.

I then climbed onto Ali and positioned the cock between my buttocks. The head of the cock searched for the entrance as I sank down slowly and kissed Ali on the lips. I moaned as the head of the cock pushed through the tight hole. The thick cock became as hard as steel as it filled my hole as my walls were stretched wide apart as our tongues met. Ali slid even more of his cock in me as I felt his hard dick pop through my muscled ring.

I lifted off the cock leaving only the head inside then sank down to the hilt. A deep guttural moan escaped from Ali. I bounced up and down on the hard dick making the bed shake. Ali grabbed the leaping cock in front of him, pulled it then slid the foreskin back and forth.

I reached behind him and found my warm hole. He whimpered softly as a finger was inserted and began to work his hole. Another finger was inserted as we continued to stretch my hole.

Oh, yes, fuck me, murmured Ali.

I climbed off then as I lifted up my legs I quickly grabbed a pillow and stuck it under his bottom. I traced the outline of my opening with my finger and my tongue quickly followed, as it ran up and down that tight pink hole, then I worked it in circles and finally I stretched the cheeks further apart so my tongue pushed desperately against the tight entrance.

Ali moaned and cried out for more, but I knew that the preparations could not last long. I picked up the tube of KY and squeezed a generous amount on to my fingers and put them back inside Ali. I grabbed a condom, opened the sachet and rolled it over my cock then lifted my strong legs and placed them on my shoulders. I removed my fingers from the boy and replaced them with the head of my cock. I grabbed my shaft and rubbed the head up and down my slippery hole.

A slight push and my hole began to swallow my cock as he arched his back and the puckered hole accepted the welcome visitor. My mushroom head eased into the pink hole. Slowly I thrust myself slowly against him so that I could feel the tightness of the flesh of his butt hole as it encased the tip of my cock. It didn't take long for my cock to slide right in. That boy had no problem taking it! Looking down at my cock sliding in and out of my asshole was a total turn.

I laid my chest on top of Ali so that our faces were inches apart. I started to pant like an animal, as more of my thick cock entered such a tight hole; while Ali cried out in helpless pleasure.

Once I was fully inserted, I really started the fucking session, as my balls slapped hard against my smooth skin.

Soon Ali adjusted to accepting a large cock as our two connected bodies formed a rhythm as almost all eight inches would fly in and out of the hole.

As the cock pounded my arse forcing it deeper and deeper, the body beneath him twisted and reached up to meet the deep thrusts. The loud slapping sounds echoed around the room as our two bodies came together.

Ali closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure, scratching my back with his nails. His face was flushed as he raised his neck bringing his lips close. I continued my assault on the young arse as I grabbed my cock and began to jack it off. As I pumped his seed into the bellboy I felt his hole contract as he shot a gallon of sperm all over his chest and neck. Like a gun, my cock rapidly fired streams of cum deep into his craving asshole that willingly accepted every last drop. Our moaning intensified, until I just lay on top of him, panting in his ear.

After a couple of minutes of nothing but heavy breathing from an intense, albeit brief session, I carefully removed my cock.

When Ali left, I had a shower and got dressed. I walked down to the restaurant and ordered a crispy egg brik; it consisted of a thin triangular shaped filo pastry which was filled with a whole egg along as well as chopped onion, tuna, harissa and parsley. I followed that with a tuna salad that arrived with lots of black sweet olives.

As I stepped outside the traffic was still heavy. I walked down the Avenue Habib Bourguiba then turned left past the art nouveau theatre, endless pavement cafés and French style patisseries. Red and pink streaks pierced the dark grey sky.

I found myself in a quieter part of the city where the traffic was lighter.

As I crossed the street lined with old French colonial style buildings I noticed an impressive entrance to a cinema. I looked at what was showing but didn’t recognise the title or the actors on the large poster. I glanced at my watch and decided I had plenty of time to spend a while watching the French film. I saw that a showing was going to start in ten minutes so climbed the stone steps to the ticket office.

One ticket please, I said in French.

As I passed through the foyer I realised it was quite seedy. The plaster badly need repair in several places, tiles on the floor were missing and paintwork was peeling from the doors.

Well I had bought my ticket so I decided to continue.

Apart from the state of the place I also noticed that all the other patrons were young or old men, no women. That was quite normal during the day and even at night women never went out unless they were chaperoned, already married or with a large group of other women.

Inside the large theatre, that had seen better days, yet glimpses of its past splendour could be found in the elegant balconies, its heavily ornate ceiling and the proscenium arch. It was dark, very dark and it took me a while to accustom to it.

As he began to see more details I found the place was quite empty. There were only thirty people scattered all over the place, mostly singles with a couple of pairs. It was then I spotted the upstairs and wondered if that part was open.

As I edged along the back wall I came to a grand staircase badly lit. I gripped the wooden handrail and mounted the stairs. When I reached the top I found myself in an area that was about a quarter of the size of downstairs. There were ten rows that stretched the full width of the theatre. Yet more steps and I reached the back row. I pulled down the first seat I got to and sat down. I had a commanding view of the place as I took in the emerging details of the ceiling.

I looked along the row to see that there was someone sat at the other end. There were a couple of people further down in the middle of the seating area too.

It suddenly got darker, as if that was possible, then the huge screen flickered and came to life and the movie started.

The man who was sitting in the same row as I was now only four seats away. I hadn’t seen him move.

The movie progressed and although it was in French, I managed to follow the story line quite easily.

There was a scene with a women stepping out of the shower with her back to the camera. The man next to me shuffled in his seat somewhat and spread his legs. He used one hand to scrunch his jeans to move a growing hard on.

I laughed to myself as I thought how quickly the Tunisians became excited over very soft porn. I watched as the man pulled his zipper open and slipped his hand inside his jeans. He then played with himself for several minutes. He didn’t seem to mind me watching him.

The jeans were opened wide and his cock emerged into the open. It stood proud. He then lazily stroked it, squeezing the thick shaft and gently touching the enlarged head. He looked over at me and smiled.

I stood up and went over to sit next to the man with his black wavy hair, almost black eyes with long curling eyelashes, a narrow nose and full lips. I could see the cock clearly and desperately wanted to touch it. The man removed his hand as the cock remained upright twitching.

As I stretched out my hand the man sank further in his seat and opened his legs wider.

The cock felt hard and solid in my hand as I lowered my head and stuck out my tongue to touch the head. The man hissed as I lowered my mouth over the rigid cock.

I sucked the cock slowly as I took in the size and as I did the man put his hand down the back of my shorts between his buttocks. When he found the moist hole he put a finger inside.

I continued to suck.

After a while, the man got me to stand up and placed me between his legs with my back to him. The shorts were slowly lowered as I was pushed slightly over towards the flickering screen. I then felt a warm tongue lick right across his arsehole. I was really surprised at what the man was doing, but didn't want him to stop. I pulled my cheeks further apart and the man licked my hole for several