Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2017 23:41:23 +0000
From: J a skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hank the Trucker - part 6

Ok, by popular demand, is part 6

Hank Tucker, the trucker -6
The usual statements apply. This is a work of gay fiction with men and
teen age boys. If this offends you please eave now. If you're underge or
live in  a primative society that forbids such stories leave now and move
to a free place. If you arestill here sit back, unzip, and enjoy the
story.
Hank Tucker- part 6.
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Three days later Jeb and Devin were in a private jet, Paul's. It was the
first time that either had flown. During the 2 hour flight, a handsome
young man served lunch. Paul's touches and familiarity with the guy
denoted a somewhat deeper relationship. Neither made any effort to hide
their desires for each other. At one point Paul stood, unzipped his pants
and pulled out one of the largest cock either boy had seen. The young man
fell to his knees to suck down the cock to its root. He was obviously an
expert at this. Paul pointed to Jeb and I, both with pretty obvious hard
cocks. Being young hormone infused teens we immediately stripped and fell
in a lust driven 69. It only took a few minutes for all three of us to
reach our climax. The young man cleaned each of our cocks, licking and
sucking out any left over sperm.
  We arrived at the main downtown Washington airport where we were met by
a limo and driver, Paul's own. On the way to Paul's home where we would
be staying for a few days we were given a quick tour of the city. Paul's
home was set on well manicured grounds in the upper part of the city.
Both the interior and exterior indicated that the owner was a man of good
taste. We were shown to our rooms and told that drinks would be served in
forty minutes. Jeb and I took the opportunity to give each other a good
cleaning- inside and out before dressing to meet Paul in the library.
  In front of a roaring fire we sat with Paul as he filled us in on what
to expect. We'd each be given five thousand dollars to outfit ourselves.
The next day the sultan and his son would arrive. We were to attend the
arrival ceremony at the White House where we'd be introduced to the
foreign guests. That evening we were to be installed in a suite next to
the sultan's. He or his son would interview us at some time that evening.
Both of us were eager to begin this adventure. We'd agreed to save
ourselves and not have any sex until then. Paul thought this was wise in
case we were required to display ourselves and maybe perform. The next
day we'd return to Paul's home and he would have a private meeting with
the sultan.
  At the hotel Jeb and I waited in our suite to be called to meet the
sultan or his son. About 10PM the connecting door to the sultan's suite
opened and a tall, Black man dressed in an arab robe motioned for us to
follow him. The sultan's suite was grand, larger even than the one where
we had waited. Instead of meeting the sultan we were introduced to his
son, Amed. He was sitting on a sofa, lounging more than sitting. He was
wearing a thin transparent robe trimmed in silver. I could see that he
was naked under the robe. "I'm sorry that my father could not be here" he
began, "But there is an official dinner he must attend. I hope that I'll
not be a disappointment." I looked Jeb who was smiling from ear to ear at
the sight of the handsome young prince. I replied for both of us "We
would never be disappointed at meeting with your highness." At this point
the black, naked servant brought in a tray of what appeared to be fruit
drinks. Each of us took a sip. I tasted not the expected fruit juice but
a highly alcoholic drink. It was pleasant without being too sweet. Jeb
downed his rather quickly. His glass was refilled by the attending
servant.
  The prince sipped his drink for a minute before speaking, " I expect
that you know that your services will likely be of a sexual nature. In
our culture it is very common for unmarried men to take young boys as
bedmates. I myself being unmarried have had occasion to indulge in those
pleasures. Would you two be more comfortable without those robes?" I
looked at Jeb and nodded. He was quick to remove the heavy robe and sat
there naked with his stiff member on display. I was a bit slower but
equally as excited. The prince nodded to the servant who immediately left
the room. Now alone with us He stood and let his own robe fall to the
floor. His pubic bush had been trimmed, manscaped. His limp, brown cock
hung over a set of very impressive, shaved balls. The prince looked
amused at the expression on the faces of the two americans. "I see that
you are impressed with my royal equipment. Your expressions and stares
tell me a lot.". He clapped his hands and the servant appeared bearing a
silver tray. On the tray were a number of small bottles and a silver urn.
Next to these were silver and gold cock rings. The amused prince began
again, "In my culture the receiver of a phallus is considered beneath the
giver. You will be treated well but considered beneath us. I will confirm
this tonight. My servant will be your teacher and also your master in the
ways of my people. So he will also be above you. To signify that he will
offer you to receive his cock. Now he will prepare us." The prince
pointed to one of the cock rings. The servant took it up and knelt before
the prince. He reverently placed the cock and balls into the ring. Then
turning to the two boys he did the same to them. Seeing this the once
limp cock of the prince lengthhened to a resepctable nine, thick inches.
The servant then took the urn and poured some over the prince's member.
Like a loving nurse he oiled it up. As he worked the oil over the surface
the prince began "You're probably curious about my servant. My father
bought him in the secret markets of the emirates. He has been my body
servant since we both were 10 years old." The servant having oiled the
now rampent cock turned to the two boys. He placed a cock ring on each
one and  oiled their stiff members. He then stood behind the boys. " It
would be advisable if both of you bent over so that he may properly oil
your holes. If you feel any pain you may use one of the small bottles,
just inhale the vapors. You will soon feel great pleasure." Both boys did
as ordered. The servant oiled two fingers of each hand and inserted first
one, then a second finger into the boys' holes. He scissored their holes
to widen them for his master's use.
  Satisfied that they were properly prepared, the servant stepped aside
for his master. The boys looked at the servant's now long stiff cock. It
had to be 11+ hard, black inches they thought. The young prince walked
behind the boys, admiring their backsides. He rammed his stiff cock first
in one and then in the other. Jeb winced at the pain. The servant offered
him a bottle to smell. A few seconds later Jeb got a strange look on his
face, lustful desire overtook him as he eagerly backed himself onto the
prince's invading cock. Having exercised his right of ownership over the
boys he stepped aside to allow the servant a chance at the holes. As he
watched the action he began again to speak, "I'm glad that you took my
royal staff so easily. Your are certainly no virgins. I understand from
the physicians and their attendants that my brothers are even better
endowed than I am. Their mothers come from families known for having men
of great virility and sexual stamina. My  younger brothers have been kept
from engaging in any sex so I'm sure you will enjoy instructing them." As
he spoke the servant pushed his inches into each boy. He alternated
between them until he unloaded a bit of his sperm in each one. The prince
seemed satisfied with the performance and dismissed the now tired
servant. " You will return to Paul's home tonight and await our summons
for the trip home. I am sure that my father will accept my decision." he
said as he ushered them out of the room.
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