Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2016 15:00:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Prince and his Harem Part 1

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real personal experiences.

However, the names and places are all fictitious.

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The Prince and his Harem Part 1

By Simon Peter and Ben Thomas


Note: Thanks to a dear friend, Ben, who gave me a variety of ideas inspired
by his sick (erotic) mind... to start this series of stories.

Simon


The music ululated throughout the camel-hair tent, sending waves mixed with
the hot desert breeze, scented by sticks of incense imported exclusively
all the way from India.

Prince Hamed bin Khamiss reclined on silky cushions at one end of the
square tent, eye-lids half- closed, watching a belly dancer weave her
almost naked waist to the music of the oud, played by one of the eunuchs
serving Prince Hamed's family. The belly-dancer's ample breasts shook to
the sound of the music, juggling inside her skimpy bra, decorated with
shiny stones.

Prince Hamed emitted a bored sigh deep in his throat as he waved away
another of his family's houris, handing him grapes from a basket nearby.
Hamed reflected on this scene, provided by his favorite uncle, Sheik Nahed,
on this very special occasion: his fourteenth birthday. His tribe
celebrated this event as a "coming of age" and as such, Hamed can now marry
any of the little princesses from his tribe or as arranged by his uncle.

But Hamed was not interested. He stood up, raised one edge of the tent, and
stepped out onto the hot desert sand. He needed fresh air. He also needed
to pee. He walked slowly to one of the nearby palm trees, hitched up his
dishdash, lowered the half-pants under it, took out his dick, and let go a
hot stream of yellow urine, hitting the sand around the base of the tree
with a loud hiss. He looked down at his penis and smiled. Prince Hamed had
a princely cock. Thanks be to God, Hamed was well endowed. Even in the
middle of urinating, he felt his boy cock stiffen in his left hand (he was
not allowed to use his right hand by tribal and religious edict-his right
hand was to be used only for eating).

As he walked back to the tent, his dick now semi-hard with the blood of
youth, he reflected on all the houris that the male members of his family
had supplied him with. There was the belly dancer, and the girl who was
feeding him grapes, as well as three others who were waiting for his beck
and call.

However, Prince Hamed did not have the desire to "beck and call" any of
them. His eyes were more focused on the eunuch playing the oud.

The eunuch's name was Omar. He was tall and handsome. Except for the fact
that he couldn't impregnate a woman, Omar was a hot specimen. He was 2m
10cm (6' 9") tall, weighing around 75kgs (165lb), head clean shaven with a
golden earring in his right ear. He always wore an open vest without
sleeves, showing his bare chest, hairless, but muscled, and his pectorals
rippling with every move he made. Prince Hamed was fascinated by Omar the
Eunuch and his physical build. He wondered whether Omar was hung. He would
have loved to have him strip naked and show his whole body.

As he walked back into the tent and reclined against the cushions, his cock
was totally erect, all 20cm (8 inches) of young, cut meat. He didn't bother
to hide the bulge under his white dishdash, and he noticed the two houris
gaze at his crotch and smile luridly. The one who was feeding him grapes,
Aisha, even slid her hand down the front of his chest meaning to reach down
to his erection. Angrily, he waved her away, his own gaze fixed on the
eunuch who was still playing the oud, his pecs swelling and flowing with
the movement of his fingers.

So what if I make this eunuch undress for me?, Prince Hamed thought as his
cock throbbed inside his robes. After all, I am a prince and I am 14 years
old already and my cock is always erecting at the slightest stimulus.

At that very moment, Prince Hamed was roughly awakened from his lustful
reveries as the front flaps of the tent opened and his uncle, Sheik Nahed,
stormed in, a huge smile on his tanned, dark face.

"Well, well," Sheik Nahed said happily as he strode the few steps on the
Persian carpet toward his nephew. "My young Hamed is a man today."

Prince Hamed smiled back at his uncle. He loved Uncle Nahed with a fierce
passion that he couldn't disguise. But Nahed was gazing down at Hamed's
crotch, looking at the bulge beneath the flowing white fabric. Hamed
blushed and tried to cover his groin with his hand, pressing down on his
erection, as he stood up to greet his uncle.

"Hello, Uncle," Hamed said as Nahed reached him and took him in his arms in
a strong and tight hug.

Hamed's hardness pressed on his uncle's belly and his blush increased,
especially since his uncle didn't move away, but rather reciprocated by
pressing tighter on his young teenage nephew. Hamed felt some grinding, and
another hardness pressing onto his lower body. He was already one head
taller than his uncle, at 190cms.

In a whisper, Sheik Nahed said into his nephew's ear: "Hamed, my boy, I can
tell that you are a man (grind) and that you are ready for some action
(grind and poke)."

Prince Hamed felt as if he was going to nut right there, in a deep hug with
his 30-year-old uncle, grinding and poking. He glanced around the tent and
met the eyes of the hot eunuch, now standing, holding the oud with his
right hand, the left hand resting on his hip, watching and smiling. Hamed
winked at Omar. Omar winked back, and pursed his thick, sensuous lips
slightly. Hamed's heart raced, and his hard dick pulsed against his uncle's
crotch.

The Sheik and his nephew broke the hug and settled down on either side of
the cushions as Omar resumed his oud playing and the belly dancer her
swaying and hip and breast jiggling. Aisha started serving the two men
grapes. Hamed kept his gaze at Omar.

Another houri entered with cardamom coffee.

Sheik Nahed toasted his nephew, raising his cup of coffee in his right
hand, of course. "This is to the new man in the family." In a much lower
voice, he said leaning over toward the prince: "Thanks be to Allah for
endowing you with a big rod between your thighs to please the
womenfolk... and whoever you wish to please, my boy."

The houris clapped and giggled and Hamed blushed as Omar again winked at
him and pursed his lips.

They certainly heard what his uncle had said, even in a whisper. The
dancing houri licked her lower lip as she weaved her hips round and round.

"I promised you a surprise for this birthday, my boy," Sheik Nahed
continued.

Prince Hamed turned toward his uncle, raising his eye-brows, with an
expectant smile on his handsome dark-skinned young face.

"What is the surprise, my uncle?" he asked.

Sheik Nahed clapped his hands twice.

Another eunuch entered with a tambourine, shaking it vigorously, the tiny
bells filling the tent, almost drowning Omar's oud. Behind the eunuch
entered a man. A young man. A fair-skinned young man.

European. English? Must be English.

Hamed glanced at his uncle with an inquisitive look on his face.

Sheik Nahed stood up and pulled the seemingly-English young man to the
middle of the tent.

"This is Robert," Nahed said, his smile now very wide, his lips shining,
his white teeth glittering. "Your surprise."

Oh fuck! Hamed thought. Another tutor! And a damned foreigner also!

But the man standing in front of him was quite attractive, Prince Hamed
noticed.

"My surprise?" the prince croaked, feeling stirrings returning to his
groin.

"Robert, here, is a specialist, Hamed," the uncle said, still holding onto
the fair-haired European, one arm wrapped around the young man's
waist. "But not like any of your tutors. He is assigned to train you in
ways your other tutors have never prepared you for."

Prince Hamed glanced nervously around the tent and then back at the young
man in front of him.

What fucking specialist way will this foreign man teach me? Hamed's
curiosity grew stronger as he noticed the young man looking down at him and
smiling widely. He liked that. The foreigner is looking hotter and
hotter. His white teeth glittered. His blond hair shone. His skin looked
smooth and silky- just like goat's milk. Hamed liked that very much. He is
definitely starting to like his "surprise."

"Specialist, Uncle?" Hamed asked. "Training me? In what, Uncle? To speak
the foreign tongues?"

Sheik Nahed laughed heartily at the innocence of his young nephew.

It was true. Hamed was innocent. Out in the desert, you didn't learn too
much about the ways of life.

It was only when you became an adult, like Sheik Nahed, that you travelled
the world and sampled its treasures. The money was no obstacle, of
course. Petrodollars poured into their Princedom, the Jewel of the Gulf,
like River Euphrates poured into the Gulf.

Sheikh Naked leaned closer to the prince, gazing at the standing
"surprise", whispering into the prince's ear. "This Robert, Hamed, is an
escort."

"An escort, Uncle?" Hamed asked. He had never heard of that kind of tutor
before.

"Yes, my boy," Nahed was smiling, still gazing at the beautiful young
European standing in front of them. "An escort is a person who can teach
you the ways of pleasure," he explained.

Still the young Hamed did not comprehend. "Pleasure, Uncle?"

"By the name of Allah," Nahed said, "you are so innocent, aren't you?"

Prince Hamed shifted his gaze from the foreigner, holding it a second or
two at Omar's handsome manly face, and then toward his uncle. His
expression was totally quizzical.

"Hamed," his uncle whispered. "This escort will tutor you on how to use
that thing between your thighs to give you the utmost pleasure."

"But... but... Uncle," the teenager stammered. "He is a man!"

"That's the point, my boy," his uncle smiled, placing his hand on the boy's
thigh, rubbing it up and down, feeling the hard teen muscles under his palm
through the cotton fabric of his dishdash. "Only a man can teach another
man how to use that rod between your thighs."

Perhaps that was true. It was only two years ago, when Aisha and Jamila,
the houri who served the cardamom coffee, were ordered not to administer to
his bath. The last time they did so, his penis stood out of his body like a
camel leg bone. He remembered Aisha touch him down there, her hand lightly
around the long, thin shaft. He remembered the sensations he got when she
started to move her hand up and down his penis. Jamila was massaging his
back with scented soap. After a few minutes, the twelve-year-old prince
jolted with unexplainable explosion as he watched white, creamy liquid gush
out of the pee slit of his boy dick. He had thought he was peeing and he
tried his best to stop the flow of the liquid, but it kept squirting up and
out and onto Aisha's stroking hand.

Prince Hamed reflected as his erection returned on how this foreigner was
going to teach him. Was he going to stroke his penis, now a man-size cock,
like Aisha had done? Yes, he would very much like that.

He never wanted Aisha to do the same to him again. But he had fantasized
about Omar. About maybe he could do that to Omar. But Omar was a eunuch
servant. Did have a cock? Wouldn't they have cut it off for him? Or maybe
they had just messed with his nuts?

This foreigner definitely looked like he had one. There was a bulge at his
khaki-covered crotch.

"Thank you, Uncle. By the life of Allah, you are the best uncle ever,"
Hamed said, placing his own hand on his uncle's hand on his thigh and
pressing it lovingly. Hamed loved his uncle, the beard, the moustache, the
dark skin, the manliness, and something else he just could not explain.
After his parents died three years ago, Hamed sort of fell under the wings
of his uncle.

Sheik Nahed had no children. He had personally seen to his wife's
banishment from the Jewel of the Gulf after catching her sucking on his
Pakistani driver's cock. The driver was now in prison. He should be
grateful that Nahed had not cut off his dick and thrown it to the stray
dogs which filled the streets of Boura, the capital city of the Jewel of
the Gulf. Nahed himself had sucked the driver's cock a few times. He could
understand his wife's enchantment with the Paki's equipment. But he could
not pardon either of them. The only thing that kept him from ordering the
beheading of the driver was the joy he had received as he blew him. The
uncle was secretly gay. Secretly did not mean that he never had male sex in
his villa on the outskirts of Boura. Actually, his all-male servants were
also his sex toys.

But the servants knew that if they ever breathed about Nahed's addiction to
young cock, they would never live the day. Their head would be skewered on
the pointed iron bars that topped the fence around the villa.

With a heave and a sigh, Sheik Nahed picked himself up, collecting his
robes in front of him to hide an erection of his own, and ruffled Hamed's
curly black hair. He had realized that Hamed, like him, seemed to prefer
the company of men over the houris that had been traditionally supplied to
him.

Hamed would always send fleeting glances to crotches of males nearby,
especially when the eunuch Omar was around. This could be curiosity on the
part of the young prince, but Nahed thought differently.

"I'll let you be, for now," he said as he moved towards the standing
escort. "Robert, you know what to do," he winked, smiled at Hamed and
walked out.

"May I, your highness?" Robert said as he approached the cushioned seating.

"Oh, yes, of course," Hamed was flustered. Somehow the bearing of this
foreigner was strong and masculine, much more so than his uncle and the
eunuch.

Robert reclined on the cushions, but he was already sweating, not used to
the desert heat, with dark patches under his arms and around his crotch.

"You seem to be uncomfortable, Mr. Escort," Hamed noted.

Robert nodded and smiled. He wanted to laugh out loud, but he was afraid
that the young prince would not appreciate that.

"Why don't you call me Robert, your highness?"

The prince nodded, liking this young man more and more. "Call me Hamed," he
declared, foregoing the formality that he was used to.

"Omar," Hamed addressed the eunuch. "Get Robert some comfortable clothes."

"Yes, your highness. Right away, your highness," Omar bowed and left.

"And you," Hamed waved at the three houris. "Leave," he ordered imperially.

"So, Robert," the young prince said to the handsome foreigner now seated
next to him. "You will teach me how to become a master escort?"

Robert laughed. Sheik Nahed had told him that the boy was innocent.

Omar re-entered the tent with a white, cotton robe, not embroidered like
the prince's, and a pair of sandals.

Hamed watched Omar hand the clothing to Robert.

"Leave," Hamed ordered Omar. He was beginning to enjoy his princely powers
over the servants.

Robert stood up holding the dishdash, wondering where he could change into
it.

"You can wear it, Robert. You will look like a European-Arab." Hamed
laughed at his joke.

Slowly, Robert stripped. He had no problem with that. After all, he was an
escort. He took off his shirt exposing a smooth, ribbed chest, the skin
pale, the nipples pink. Holding the prince with his gaze, he stripped off
his khakis. Hamed's eyes widened with every piece of clothing the foreigner
shed. When Robert kicked off his jockey underwear, Hamed audibly inhaled,
sucking hot air into his lungs. The foreigner's dick looked strange, like a
snake with a hood. Of course, Hamed thought, the infidel was uncircumcised,
just as he himself had been before the circumcision ceremony his father had
held for him when the heathen skin was cut off, purifying his penis and
making him a man.

Robert slid the dishdash over his head. It fell around his lithe body,
slightly covering his nakedness.

Without the white pants that males in the princedom wore under their
dishdashes, the white cotton fabric was a real see-through.

Although usually cocky and would not take shit from anybody, Hamed felt
both nervous and excited at the proximity of this very handsome young man
lounging next to him. He could see the escort's dark patch of pubic hair
under the cotton fabric. And the snake-like penis, hooded. He wanted to
reach out and touch it. But he refrained. He didn't want this infidel
foreigner to think of him as a girly-boy. He was a man now, more so than
ever before, and his erection proved it. It tented his robes and he let it.

He wanted to see how the foreigner would react to it.

Robert smiled inwardly, sensing the young kid's lust. He was quite adept at
that. He had experienced young guys, not sure of themselves but full of
desire, eye him with yearning hunger. He was going to take his time with
the boy. Drag this as long as he could. He was paid a lot of money to come
to this fucking desert and the heat. He had never dreamt that he would be
paid so much.

"So now I look Arab?" Robert smiled at Hamed.

"You will never look like an Arab, foreigner," Hamed hissed. How dare this
infidel to presume that he looked like an Arab. Arabs were proud, not like
foreigners. But still, this foreigner was very desirable.

Robert was pissed. He needed to teach this arrogant fuck some lessons. But
he had to be careful. He knew that if he made the boy angry, he would be in
real trouble.

"But do you like what I wear," Robert said, forcing a smile. "Or what's
under what I wear?"

"Take it off," ordered the cocky prince.

"Huh?"

"Take off the robe. I want to see you naked."

Ah, so the boy was interested in men, just as Sheik Nahed had told
him. Slowly, he slid the dishdash over his head and rested back on the
cushions, naked. He looked delicious to Hamed's eyes, whose nuts quivered.

"Why do you keep that unhealthy skin?"

"My prince," Robert said, knowing that he needed to initiate
something. "Men's penises are not valued by their looks, but what they can
do to bring pleasure."

"I see," said the young prince, interested.

"If you so wish, Hamed," Robert made a point of using what the prince had
allowed him to do, to address him by his first name, to put them on equal
footing, "you can also take off your clothing."

Hamed's eyes widened. "What? Sit naked with you? What if someone comes into
the tent? Omar?

Aisha? Jamila? My uncle?"

The boy sounded just that: a boy.

"Oh, you don't have to worry, Hamed. Your uncle ordered that no one is to
walk into our sessions when I am tutoring you."

"My uncle did that?" Hamid said, finding it hard to swallow, as if there
was no spit inside his mouth.

Robert nodded encouragingly. "A man should be proud of his body."

"Allah gave us our bodies and I am proud of mine." Some of the cockiness
returned.

"As I said. Get naked. Be comfortable. This is your first lesson," Robert
said.

Not breaking eye contact with the escort, Hamed stripped. His naked body
was that of a 14-year old, skinny, smooth. But his dick hung, semi-erect, a
man tool. Robert was impressed. He knew that Arab men were hung. But this
guy was a young teenager. Robert estimated at least 7 or 8 inches when
Hamed got hard. Robert had experienced the uncle back in London when Nahed
hired him. Nahed was more than hung. His cock was an impressive
nine-incher, and thick as a beer can.

Hamed stood naked, self-conscious, but not willing to show weakness or
shyness. He thrust his hip forward in a challenging gesture, as if saying:
See? Infidel? Look at my manhood and feast your eyes on my Arab cock.

As an escort, Robert was used to taking control of his sexual desires to
please his clients. But now, strangely, he began to erect. Perhaps it was
the desert heat. Perhaps it was the exoticness of it all. The tent, the
carpet, the sand. Perhaps it was the delicious, hung prince in front of
him. He erected. His cock stood hard at 8 inches, the foreskin pulling back
to expose a pink, ridged head.

"To be comfortable, you need to accept your feelings, Hamed. What are you
feeling now?" Robert watched with fascination as the young teen responded
with an impressive erection of his own, pointing upward, glistening in the
heat.

In the corner of his eye, Robert saw an eye peering through a small slit in
the corner of the tent.

Nahed was watching. Robert knew that the Sheik could not possibly pass the
opportunity of initiating his nephew. He decided that he should give the
rich Sheik enough excitement in order to beef up the payments. Robert was
an escort and his body, his cock, was his livelihood.

"Feeling?" Hamed said, flustered, but fully erect. "Like I want to fuck."
This was from a boy who had never fucked! He had heard stuff, especially
for Omar the eunuch. He knew that he had to stick his dick into a woman:
that was what fucking was, wasn't it?

"Nice, Hamed. But I am not a houri. Still your cock erected when you saw me
naked. Do you like me naked like this, Hamed?"

"Yes," came out as a whisper as Hamed looked at the Persian carpet under
his bare feet. He did like the foreigner's naked body and his boner. He
loved it. His rock-hard cock was a testimony of that.

"Touch me, Hamed."

As if in slow motion, the prince kneeled next to Robert and placed one hand
on the bare chest. Robert took Hamed's hand and ran it over his nipples,
his chest, moving it down slowly to his belly, to his crotch. Hamed grabbed
the hard cock and squeezed.

"Nice," whispered Robert, glancing at the watching eye through the
slit. Nahed must be stroking his horse dick by now. Robert guided Hamed to
stroke him, using the foreskinm making sure to put himself in a visible
position to the spying uncle.

"Would you like me to do the same?" Robert said.

Hamed nodded, stroking Robert's cock. As soon as Robert wrapped his hand
around the boy's shaft, they both heard an intake of breath. Hamed pulled
back immediately, letting go of Robert's dick, grabbing for his robes and
covering himself.

A few seconds later, Nahed and Omar walked into the tent. Stark
naked. Completely erected.

Grabbing his huge cock, must have been at least 9.5 or 10 inches of dark
meat, Nahed said, approaching the young men on the cushions, "That was a
very interesting first lesson, my boy. Robert is a good tutor, no?"

Hamed was shaking all over. What was this? He had been able to process the
naked young man next to him. But his uncle naked and with a monster boner?
His eyes went to Omar. May Allah strike him dead as he gazed at Omar's
totally smooth and muscled body and his erected eunuch cock.

"Robert," the Sheik addressed the escort. "Time to demonstrate lesson
number two to my horny nephew, don't you think?"

Robert reacted by getting on his knees right in front of the Sheik and
taking the hard, mushroomed cock head between his lips, tonguing around the
head, then wrapping his lips and trying to swallow the thick shaft.

Hamed reeled. He almost shot his load. The scene unraveling right in front
of him blew his mind. His nuts churned as he watched his uncle's dick
disappear between the two beautiful lips of the foreigner.

He jumped when he felt Omar lean over him. He hadn't noticed the eunuch
approach. Suddenly, warm, wet lips were pressing around his own young
cock. He inhaled, willing himself not to pass out.

Both Robert and Omar were slurping on cocks, sucking away.

Hamed couldn't hold back. He exploded into Omar's mouth. Instead of moving
away, the eunuch kept sucking and Hamed stayed erect. In a similar fashion,
Nahed fed the escort his load. Hamed watched the creamy semen ooze from
Robert's mouth as he swallowed. He reached out and ran his hand over
Robert's exposed fuzzy butt and felt that he was going to shoot another
load down the eunuch's stomach.

And Hamed did just that. Squirt after squirt filled Omar's mouth. His uncle
was watching him shoot his second load, which made him shoot more, covering
Omar's face with his creamy boy juice.

As Hamed settled back on the cushions, exhausted, but still horny, he
watched his uncle getting serviced. Robert sucked on the cock, swallowing
it to the base, while Omar alternated between the Sheik's balls and crack.

Nahed pulled the two men by their hair and positioned them right under his
cock. Gazing at Hamed, he gave his spit-covered cock a couple of strokes
and started to shower the men's faces with his semen.

Hamed was squeezing Robert's butt as Omar rubbed under his balls, making
him shiver all over.

Finally the three men and the boy dropped on the carpet, spent. Hamed was
still horny. He couldn't believe that he was still hard.

The young coming-of-age kid couldn't wait for lesson three to begin.

To be continued.