Marrakech

[mikksmix]

Hi guys!

Has anybody been to Marrakech or Casablanca recently and can recommend some good places for cruising?

Also, can anyone recommend a good Hammam or bath house for male massages?

Thanks! :D

[Brad the Impala]

It's not as open as it used to be, but in Marrakech at day or night in Jemma El Fnaa a gentleman on his own can expect to be cruised, similarly at night only in Mohammed V Square In Casa. From the latter the usual Moroccan problems of getting a guy into your hotel, were circumvented by one young man asking another young man, who said he had a friend, whose room we could use. We took a taxi and the room turned out to be in a Tower Block in the suburbs and had no electricity. The candles were romantic and the whole thing was quite an adventure, but I never felt at risk.

As we left afterwards the young man with whom I had had fun turned to me and asked if I was familiar with the Moroccan tradition of giving a present to young men with whom you had shared an experience. I was able to reassure him!

[mikksmix]

Awesome, thanks Brad! Did you visit any Hammams while in Marrakech - anything of interest happening there?

[Bert]

I read some comments on a hammam called "es salaama"
It must be in the neighbourhood of the Jardin Majorelles.

[Brad the Impala]

No, I didn't visit any hammams recently. Put off by a visit to one thirty years ago that provided the most painful massage in my life!

Bert, where did you read the comments and what were they saying..........

[mikksmix]

Ooh, tell me more? :P

[Marsilius]

Take a table at Café des Nogociants at Place Abdul Moumen on the major road Avenue Mohammed V. It wasn't long before we attracted the attention of a very attractive and extremely persistent young man.

[Bert]

Café de Négociants...it's a nice corner to sit and watch the crowd go by...
Some guys will show some interest to join you for a coffee I'm sure.

[mikksmix]

Take a table at Café des Nogociants at Place Abdul Moumen on the major road Avenue Mohammed V. It wasn't long before we attracted the attention of a very attractive and extremely persistent young man.

That sounds awesome! Is it in Marrakech or Casablanca though, I can’t find it on google maps?

[Marsilius]

it's in Marrakech. Avenue Mohammad V is a really major road and ought to be shown on maps.

[Brad the Impala]

From Trip Adviser, that also has a map for the cafe's location.

https://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/Restaurant_Review-g293734-d12092994-Reviews-Cafe_Les_Negociants-Marrakech_Marrakech_Tensift_El_Haouz_Region.html

[mikksmix]

Awesome. Thanks Marsilius & Brad!

Does anybody else have any recommendations? One week until I go, very excited ;)

[Bert]

Just don't expect too much, it's not a real "gay" place, but there are opportunities I think.
Many people just sit there to sip a coffee.
That goes also for the other cafés along Avenue Mohammed V.

[frequent]

Just don't expect too much, it's not a real "gay" place, but there are opportunities I think.Don't all those French fashion designers go there for the boys? I've always assumed that's the reason they go there. Mind you, they're probably able to have their own procurer. It's well-documented that a very very famous opera diva who resided in Switzerland had her secretary procure young men for her and others for her husband

[poshglasgow]

Awesome. Thanks Marsilius & Brad!

Does anybody else have any recommendations? One week until I go, very excited ;)

Drive south into the Atlas Mountains!

In 1976 when I was in Morocco, gathering the music of the Berbers for BBC Woman's Hour, two friends, and I headed out of Marrakech and drove south towards the Atlas Mountains. As we left Marrakech, I saw quite plainly the walls of the old town and the sandy red colour of the stone. Marrakech, incidentally, is known as the red city because most of its buildings are constructed using a red sandstone.

We motored out of the town, past the famous La Mamounia Hotel where Churchill used to stay; he often painted in the beautiful grounds of this place.

About five kilometres outside Marrakech the great Atlas Mountains loomed ahead of us: not very clearly though due to the heat haze. The road was dusty and narrow and as straight as any Roman road. We travelled along it at a steady pace, passing the peasant folk working in the fields, the olive groves and groups of Moroccans sitting by the roadside who just seem to do nothing but talk and watch cars go by.

The landscape of Morocco, as I knew it, was changing. I had only known the towns and cities and had seen little of the real Moroccan countryside. As we began to climb, leaving the great plateau behind us, we saw some of the world’s most beautiful scenery and people. Small villages consisting of equally small houses made of mud and stone became very much part of the countryside. So did the Berber people, who are the native inhabitants of Morocco and basically a mountainous people. The Berbers look slightly oriental with narrow eyes and pale yellow skins; they are good-looking. In every village we passed through, crowds of children and adults alike waved and chased the car along the road. Many held up pottery and polished stones for us to buy. There were bazaars and stalls, the great majority selling pottery. Very often, clouds of dark smoke could be seen rising high above the houses in the villages. This was smoke from the primitive kilns used to bake the clay pots and plates. We travelled on into some of the beautiful countryside, with deep valleys and meandering rivers. There were women washing clothes along the river banks and children bathing.

Something very interesting happened as we travelled through one of the smaller villages of the lower Atlas Mountains. A young boy ran after the car and sang something through the open driver’s window. My friend, Charles, immediately stopped the car and shook hands with the boy, who was equally delighted to see Charles. They spoke for a while in French and eventually we drove off leaving the little boy waving after us. Charles explained that, three years ago, he and a friend had been driving through the same village when they had the boy with whom he had just been talking. Charles’s friend had taught the boy the poem, Hiawatha and he had remembered the poem ever since for, as he ran alongside the car, this was what he was singing to Charles, whose face he had remembered also. The Berbers are renowned for their incredible memories. This was amazing.

[latintopxxx]

sounds like something out of national geographic...

[poshglasgow]

sounds like something out of national geographic...

Apart from the fact that I left a very important 'met' out of this sentence: Charles explained that, three years ago, he and a friend had been driving through the same village when they had (MET) the boy with whom he had just been talking.

[poshglasgow]

Whenever I think of Morocco I cannot get the vision of a very closeted Kenneth Williams (of the Carry On films) lying on the beach in Tangier.....in a suit!! I understand that he still managed to have fun!

[frequent]

Whenever I think of Morocco I cannot get the vision of a very closeted Kenneth Williams (of the Carry On films) lying on the beach in Tangier.....in a suit!! I understand that he still managed to have fun!
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Joe Orton, Kenneth Williams & Kenneth Halliwell in Tangiers

[latintopxxx]

poshaglow...references to that sort of thing are not welcome...and yes I did get the original clue...Im not blond

[mikksmix]

Awesome - I’ll definitely be checking out the Atlas Mountains!

Anybody knows of any good hammams to visit?

Or a story about Cinema Mabrouka perhaps?

[Bert]

The Marrakech scene is now full of money boys that can't be trusted, some or old or young, with quite some blacks (gayromeo).
Most of them are straight or bi guys, asking for money and extras (presents, meals, pay for transport....) and it's difficult to agree a reasonable reward.
If you are a stranger, you are a money bag!
Even if you agree to take someone with you, you are NEVER sure that he will stick to his price or ask more or get violent if you don't pay.
So forget the scene in Marrakech, just visit the beautiful city and have a good meal.

[latintopxxx]

....sounds like the best advice to date...

[paborn]

I have also a great fear that in a land where Gay activities are punishable no matter the age there is a huge possibility of blackmail.

[Bert]

As someone already wrote here, it's very difficult, if not impossible to enter a hotel with a moroccan friend. I think it's even forbidden by law.
So you have to rent a flat and then some of the owners are suspicious or very nosy about visitors or there is the system of a "gardien", who
watches the building day and night, sitting at the entrance. And if all these obstacles are taken, you must indeed watch out for blackmail or discussion with the guy you invited into your flat.
In spite of all this, as a lonely male visitor you get a lot of "attention" of sometimes very good looking and horny guys....

[mikksmix]

Sounds like a true conundrum. Very good looking and horny guys but nowhere to go. I guess this is why I’ve read a lot about cruising as it’s probably the only option. Not necessarily sensible or safe, but the only one nonetheless...

[Bert]

Yes mikksmix, better stick to cruising, and while just walking the old souq you might be surprised what can happen in those little dark alleys.
A lonely horny shopkeeper is always in for a chat or more.
Or just mix with the watchers on the square in the evening...something hot might come up!

[mikksmix]

I’ll take my chances in the souk and the square then ;)

[Blacktouch]

I've been to Marrakech two years ago.

We (friend and I) booked a lovely apartment. As I went walkies at night on the hunt for some fun, I found a guy walking home. I smiled at him and said hello. He stopped and started talking to me. He seemed ok, so I went for the kill and asked him if he fancy some fun? He said yes and we agreed the price.

Off we went back to my apartment. We got near to the apartment and the night security man for the area was watching us, and started following us. I was a bit worried, as I thought would he tell the police. But as I got to the apartment door, opened it quick, and shunt it fast. We looked out the window and notice he just went back to his seat. As we entered, I made it clear my friend was sleeping upstairs. He went straight in to the bedroom and undress. He like most of the guys are straight and always horny, so was a top only. So I had to be bottom. My god he was so horny that he cummed within minutes. Not even enough time for me to cum. I paid him as agreed and he left. Sex was nice, but to short. Lol

A trick I always do when in any Country, is to say at first I'm here for a week, and I would like to meet again. This way, they think twice before making any problems because they think you going to meet them again and the money is on their mind. Of course I was going home the next day in the morning. A little trick I always pull.

[goji]

In reply to Bert, post #22. The money boys who come to Europe from that part of the world are so dishonest & unreliable that I wouldn't even consider going there for fun.

As for the law, well a Brit spent 3 weeks in Jail in Morocco for having pictures of naked guys on his phone.

Finally, in reply to post #29, I think it's not a good idea to tell money boys in any country it's your last night. I have sometimes detected some slackening off in such cases.

[Bert]

It's a hit and miss, sometimes you meet a really horny and honest guy who enjoys spending some time with you, sometimes just a stupid, nasty little faker who is only intersted in your money and wants more, more, more...
The problem is, that both can be really sweet and sexy at the start! :-)
Don't forget to lock up your valuables when receiving a guy in your flat. My mobile phone was stolen twice. My mistake because of the lack of experience I guess.

But working with the apps like romeo of grindr is even more difficult to jugde if you have the right guy.
At least when you meet someone and have a coffee together you can have a better judgement.
Just walk and see what happens...

[Blacktouch]

It's a hit and miss, sometimes you meet a really horny and honest guy who enjoys spending some time with you, sometimes just a stupid, nasty little faker who is only intersted in your money and wants more, more, more...
The problem is, that both can be really sweet and sexy at the start! :-)
Don't forget to lock up your valuables when receiving a guy in your flat. My mobile phone was stolen twice. My mistake because of the lack of experience I guess.

But working with the apps like romeo of grindr is even more difficult to jugde if you have the right guy.
At least when you meet someone and have a coffee together you can have a better judgement.
Just walk and see what happens...

It is a big hit and miss. Unfortunately more money boys are becoming more and more dishonest. You have got to really chat first and see how they are? Agree everything beforehand. Lock everything away, or better still use a short time hotel and just bring the money agreed for the pleasure of having some horny fun with the guy in question. This way you can just say "This is all the money I have".

It's such a shame this is getting worse all over the world.

I just got back from Dusseldorf first week of June. One of the guys I had was from Moldova. I met him in a 4 star hotel he was staying in, so it was safe. As I got to his room, first thing he asked for was money up front. I normally don't pay upfront, but I dropped my guard, as he was good looking, and paid him. He was completely rubbish. His kissing was crap, he asked to suck me with a condom on, and was asking me to cum quick. I thought this guy is taking the piss. I told him I will cum once I'm ready. He also had the check to ask if I wanted to meet again the following day. I just told him NO. Once I'd cummed, I got up and left.

I promised myself no matter how good looking the guy is, or how horny I am, I will never pay upfront again. And that is a promise I made to myself.

I would have been better picking a guy from the rent bar.

[frequent]

Yes mikksmix, better stick to cruising, and while just walking the old souq you might be surprised what can happen in those little dark alleys.
A lonely horny shopkeeper is always in for a chat or more.
Or just mix with the watchers on the square in the evening...something hot might come up!So that old French porn movie Chaleurs had some truth to it? There have been a couple of Bel Ami movies with the same thought in mind - wander into a shop in North Africa and the next thing you know you're rogering the shopkeeper. A variation on rogering the pizza delivery guy I suppose

[Bert]

Answer to frequent: I know about the Cadinot movies, who were mostly take in Tunisia. Let's say it used to be like that 10-15 years ago (more or less). A walk in town or in Tunisian palmerais was often very fruitful...
And even some years ago, I was walking in the old medina of Fez, when I crossed a young motobiker offering banana-massage. And a few minutes later, after a ride at the back of his bike we had fun in the fields outside town. As long as you are discreet, many things can happen.
The Maghreb can be suprising! Just keep your eyes open and you may be rewarded.

[goji]

I promised myself no matter how good looking the guy is, or how horny I am, I will never pay upfront again. And that is a promise I made to myself.

I reached that conclusion after am incident in Berlin a few years ago. NEVER PAY UPFRONT.

If they insist upon upfront payment, walk away as it probably means they have no interest in providing a fair service for a fair tip.

Evan paying in arrears is no guarantee of complete service, however it kind of guarantees something, as you just walk out if no service is provided.

In comparison, Thai boys have a vastly superior attitude, which is one reason why I always look out for any of them operating in Europe.

[Blacktouch]

I reached that conclusion after am incident in Berlin a few years ago. NEVER PAY UPFRONT.

If they insist upon upfront payment, walk away as it probably means they have no interest in providing a fair service for a fair tip.

Evan paying in arrears is no guarantee of complete service, however it kind of guarantees something, as you just walk out if no service is provided.

In comparison, Thai boys have a vastly superior attitude, which is one reason why I always look out for any of them operating in Europe.

Absolutely correct. A MB who ask for money upfront, alarm bells should be ringing in your ears. It definitely means they have no interest in providing a fair service for a fair tip. So best say "No thank you, forget it". And just leave, because even if he says you can pay after, chances are he will not perform well?

I never normally pay upfront. And I always ask the MB what he is willing to do and not do?

[frequent]

Absolutely correct. A MB who ask for money upfront, alarm bells should be ringing in your ears. It definitely means they have no interest in providing a fair service for a fair tip. So best say "No thank you, forget it". And just leave, because even if he says you can pay after, chances are he will not perform well?

I never normally pay upfront. And I always ask the MB what he is willing to do and not do?

I suggest you read a recent post of mine about a MB murder. Some MBs know from experience that not all punters are as fine, upstanding and honourable as you, Blacktouch

[Blacktouch]

I suggest you read a recent post of mine about a MB murder. Some MBs know from experience that not all punters are as fine, upstanding and honourable as you, Blacktouch

I'm guessing some punters are not as honest as others. And always two sides to a story?

Normally if a guy is not as good as I would like, I still pay and call it a day, and never take him again. His lost.

But if the guy is completely crap at his service then before we go any further, I will tell him it's not for me and leave. No money. You can normally tell how things will go from the first two minutes?

[frequent]

But if the guy is completely crap at his service then before we go any further, I will tell him it's not for me and leave. No money. You can normally tell how things will go from the first two minutes?True, but I apply the same principle whether I'm paying or nor. I can't tell you how many headaches I've had to feign. I've also discovered a new inverse relationship - between the enjoyment of the sex and the eagerness of the other party to press his phone number on you so "we can do it again"
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