Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2016 17:53:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Prince and his Harem Part 16

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The Prince and his Harem Part 16

By Simon Peter


The orgy went on in full force. Frankie couldn't believe what was happening
before his eyes, couldn't believe what was happening to him. Not in his
wildest dreams had he thought that he would experience this. He had already
shot two huge loads, but he felt that his nuts were still full, that his
cock would spurt semen forever.

Sheikh Ramzi, their host, was crawling from one boy to another, from one
cock to another, slobbering and swallowing boy cum, his ass plowed over and
over. His boy slaves were everywhere, filling his mouth and his ass with
semen.

Prince Hamed's uncle, Sheikh Nahed was not doing any worse either. However,
Nahed was more into fucking. He was plowing his large man cock into any
opening available to him.

Frankie returned Rasheed's kiss avidly, his heart beating at one million
beats a minute. The Turk had not attracted him at first, but he had slowly
started to like the Turk. Now he was totally into him, and it seemed that
the Turk was also infatuated with the young American. Frankie stroked
Rasheed's 26- centimeter cut cock as they kissed.

Ivan and Igor, the two Hungarian boys, were engrossed with each
other. Their sex was more love- making in spite of the wanton orgy playing
all around them. They were insatiable for each other, always finding ways
of pleasuring each other.

Near to them, Hamed and Imre were similarly involved. Imre's huge black
monster of a cock had drawn gasps when he shed off his white robe. It was
majestically erected at 28 centimeters. But Imre was in love with the
prince. He had had sex with the other boys as well, but it was only
sex. With Hamed, it was love. Fortunately for them, Hamed's uncle had not
noticed the emotional passion between his nephew and the Nigerian boy. He
was pleased that his nephew was enjoying his time with one of the "slaves,"
not realizing how Hamed had made sure to free the boys that he had bought
from the slave market.

The "tech team," or the TT, was now equally paired. Rasheed and
Frankie. Hamed and Imre. Igor and Ivan. During the resting periods between
heavy bouts of sex, the boys would lounge and nibble at the food and watch
the two grown sheikhs frolicking with Sheikh Ramzi's boy harem.

Hamed approached Frankie when he saw that he had shot yet another load in
Rasheed's mouth.

"I'm so glad, Frankie," he sat next to the American, placing his hand on
his hairy thigh.

Frankie smiled at Hamed. His look was a mixture of gratitude and lust. He
was not experienced in gay sex. His experience was limited to sexting and
jerking off to fantasies. Now, he was right in the middle of gay paradise,
way beyond any fantasy he had come up with.

"I'm glad, too, Hamed," Frankie sighed, feeling Hamed's hand caressing his
bare thigh.

Imre came over as well and sat behind Frankie, spreading his long black
legs on both sides of the American and spooning his back. Imre's cock,
slimy and sticky, glued to Frankie's back, and the Nigerian wrapped his
arms around Frankie's waist.

"I knew it," Imre said, loud enough for Frankie, Rasheed and Hamed to
hear. "You are so gay, American boy. Just like the rest of us." He nudged.

Frankie groaned in response as he felt Imre's cock pressed on his lower
back, throbbing and insistent.

He had desired Imre from the first minute they met back in New York. He
wouldn't mind having sex with him although he had deep feelings for
Rasheed, and he was aware that Imre and Hamed had something strong going
between them. He was amazed how easily and openly the boys regarded sex.

Hamed was rubbing his hand up and down his inner thigh, cupping his hairy
balls every now and then, Imre was grinding on his back and licking his
neck, and Rasheed was nibbling on his nipples and slobbering down his
chest. Frankie was on fire.

Frankie watched his cock erect, again. It was sore. Up till now, all he had
had was oral sex. He had sucked Rasheed's huge cock and Rasheed had sucked
him in return. There was a lot of stroking and groping. Frankie watched the
actual ass fucking as the boys and men rolled on the Persian carpets in the
center of the hall with the two sheikhs using them in every which way
possible. Ivan was riding Igor's ass as well. The Hungarians had been at it
without stopping.

"I would love to have your ass, American," Imre whispered in Frankie's ear.

Rasheed laughed, surprising since he was usually very serious. Hamed
glowered at Imre. He didn't want to scare Frankie away. He needed Frankie
for the work they were doing at the ministry.

"Imre, you are such a sex-crazy bitch. Your cock in Frankie's ass? Be
reasonable, man," Rasheed told Imre.

Imre ignored Rasheed and held Frankie tighter, his cock now hard and
throbbing, poking the American's back. "How about it Frankie? Don't you
want my cock inside you, baby? I know you want it.

Come on."

Frankie shook his head. No way was he going to let Imre's monster cock get
close to his butt. Imre would split him in half.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Hamed told Frankie as he stroked
his now-erecting dick.

"I've never done it before," Frankie confessed. "All I have done was
jerking off."

"Uuuu," Imre cooed, grinding harder, pulling Frankie to him more
tightly. "The American is a virgin. I love fucking virgin
ass. Frankie. Frankie. I want to fuck you. You want me to fuck you. Admit
it."

"Stop it, Imre," Hamed told the Nigerian. "Frankie, like the rest of us,
can do whatever he likes. We don't put pressure on each other."

"You misunderstand," Frankie cut in. "I want to try everything, now that I
am here, with you guys, with all of this."

"That's my boy," Imre whispered, licking behind Frankie's ear. "Yes! I want
that white ass. Yes, Frankie, baby."

"But," Frankie continued, pressing back on the hard cock prodding his body,
"as Hamed said, give me time. Ok, Imre?"

"So how about sucking it then," Imre insisted.

Rasheed glared at Imre. "Man, you are so out of it. Come here, you black
bitch. I will suck you."

Imre stood and arched his back, offering his huge cock to Rasheed. Hamed
leaned and kissed Frankie on his lips.

"I thought you and Imre were some sort of a couple?" Frankie wondered as
Rasheed tried to swallow the huge rod.

Hamed smiled, still stroking Frankie's cock. "We are. I love Imre. He loves
me, too. But sex? That's different. I will explain this to you later. Now
is the time for more interesting stuff."

Hamed bent over Frankie's crotch and took the hard penis in his
mouth. Frankie moaned, arching his back, one hand supporting him, the other
on Hamed's head guiding him. When he shot his load down Hamed's throat, he
wondered how many times he could ejaculate in one night.

Needless to say, the next day the boys were exhausted. Ramzi gave the TT
the day off. At eleven o'clock, the boys gathered for breakfast. This was
the occasion when they decided to tell Frankie the whole story. They told
him about Sheikh Fahed's slave market, about how Ivan, Igor, Rasheed, Imre,
and Ian had been enslaved and then bought to become Hamed's boy harem, how
Hamed had treated them, how they had influenced Sheikh Ramzi to help out in
freeing them all and in sending Ian home, and finally and most importantly
how the young prince would work on abolishing the slave trade in the
princedom.

The last one was still a dream, but Hamed had vowed to do his best to
achieve it, and bringing in Frankie to help establish an expert TT was key
to such an achievement.

"So it wasn't just your hot butt," Imre smirked at Frankie and received a
scowl from Rasheed.

"But there is nothing I can do really," Frankie was bewildered by all
this. It was so foreign to his upbringing.

"Yes, Frankie, there is," Hamed said. "I want you to come up with some kind
of software that would allow us to access private material of important
people who are involved in the slave trade."

"This is unethical," Frankie objected. "Something like this would end all
of us in jail back home."

Rasheed spoke for the first time: "Frankie, my love, we are not back
home. Do you think that what we have all witnessed last night was ethical?"

Frankie was speechless. It was too much to handle. He regarded the five
boys around him. These were good people and their objective was noble, to
say the least. The images of the slave boys used as sex toys during the
orgy the night before sprang into his head.

"If you do this," Imre said, "I promise to go gentle on you."

The other four boys started throwing grapes and apples at Imre, who got hit
no matter how hard he tried to duck, all the while with a huge grin on his
cute face.

After much discussion and cajoling, Frankie finally agreed. It was a huge
challenge, and it ran against all his beliefs and training, but he
accepted.

For celebration, the boys decided that the best reward for Frankie was to
help break his virginity, to Imre's delight and Rasheed's consternation.

The following evening, just before sundown, the boys made preparations and
went to the oasis.

Frankie was in torment. He so desired to feel a man inside him, but he was
scared shitless at the prospect of a huge cock like Imre's or Rasheed's to
penetrate his tight ass. He, however, felt himself to be lucky to be
surrounded by these boys and all the consideration they were showing.

It was like a celebration of some sort. The boys were excited. The boys
were all erected.

"Ok," Hamed started, once they reached the oasis and shed off their robes,
"what is the most comfortable position for Frankie?"

"Hell and Almighty," Imre fisted his cock. "Are we going to talk about it?
Discuss it? VOTE on it?"

Hamed glared at the Nigerian. "Hold your horses, man. We want this
experience to be pleasurable for Frankie, not just for you."

Rasheed nodded his head in agreement. "I think that maybe on his back with
legs spread out?"

Ivan and Igor had their arms around each other, their cocks at
attention. "No, it's easier if Frankie sits on it," Ivan suggested.

"Facing towards or back?" Hamed asked.

"Towards," Ivan suggested. "This way he can look at his fucker's face and
his fucker can stroke his dick."

"My first time," Igor said, "I didn't even keep my erection!"

Frankie was speechless. It was as if the boys were preparing for
surgery. He was getting fucked and they were discussing positions. Frankie
could hear his heart beats pounding in his ears.

"Doggy," Imre said. "Fuck his white ass on his hands and knees, like a
dog."

"Stop the attitude, Imre," Hamed scowled. "By the way, it won't be you."

"Oh, yea? How come? When was that decided? I've been wanting his ass longer
than any of you guys."

"We can't start with the biggest cock. The smallest goes first," Hamed
said, moving his eyes from one boy cock to the next.

First? Frankie shivered with fear. Would there be a second and a third? His
eyes followed Hamed's, studying the boners displayed for him. They all
looked huge. He boggled at Imre's and Rasheed's.

"Ivan," Hamed finally declared. "You have the smallest dick."

Ivan lay on his back on the rug covering the sand. Frankie felt a chill
wind on his naked body. Rasheed and Hamed helped Frankie squat on top of
Ivan, facing him, as Igor applied lubrication on Ivan's cock.

"Hold it, boys," Frankie said, inches away from Ivan's throbbing
rod. "Let's romance a little."

Hamed and Rasheed let go of Frankie, and the five naked boys fell on each
other, with Frankie in the middle, kissing and massaging and
probing. Rasheed made it a point to gently rub around Frankie's butt hole,
applying lubricant, stretching the rim muscle with his fingers. He hated
for his new-found lover to hurt, but at the same time, he wanted Frankie to
experience anal sex as comfortably and pleasurable as possible. Was it out
of consideration or out of self interest?

This lasted for about five minutes. The boys finally separated and Frankie
lowered himself gingerly onto Ivan's ready cock. He felt the head at his
hole and pressed down, his hands placed on Ivan's bare chest. Ivan thrust
upwards and Frankie began to feel the pain of being stretched. He felt
sweat starting to form on his forehead, but he was determined. The
romancing and lubrication helped a lot as Frankie's ring opened up and Ivan
penetrated the virgin hole.

"Oh, God, Goooooood, GOD," Frankie grunted. "It fucking hurts." He closed
his eyes shut and pressed down further as Ivan slid deeper into
him. Frankie sat all the way down, the boy cock buried deep inside him.

"Fuck, that's hot," Imre moaned as he stroked his cock, standing above
Ivan's head, facing Frankie.

The American remained impaled on Ivan without moving, his balls resting on
Ivan's pubes, his ass on fire. He bent forward and licked Imre's cock,
wrapped his lips around the head and tried to gobble down the thick
shaft. Imre held Frankie's head and thrust deeper as Frankie gagged.

"Oh, yes, baby, suck on this fucker," Imre thrust further into Frankie's
mouth holding his head with both hands.

Igor, Rasheed and Hamed watched, mesmerized, their erections
throbbing. They had to give it to Frankie. The American had taken the whole
of Ivan's cock up his virgin ass and was hungrily sucking on Imre's monster
cock.

Slowly, with Ivan's hands under his butt cheeks, Frankie rode Ivan's
cock. Not letting go of Imre's tool, he rode Ivan, increasing his tempo
gradually. With a start, he felt a warmth and wetness around his own cock
which had started to go limp. He glanced down to see Rasheed's head at his
crotch sucking on his dick, bringing it back to full erection.

Ivan supported Frankie with his hands under his butt cheeks and started to
thrust up and down into the tight hole, fast and deep. With a scream, and
with the friction of Ivan's cock inside his fuck tunnel, Frankie filled
Rasheed's mouth with his cum as Ivan exploded inside his ass. Imre was
slapping Frankie's face cheek with his cock as Frankie squirted. It seemed
to last forever. Ivan flexed in his ass and he felt the cum seep out onto
his balls and thighs.

With a grunt, Frankie lifted himself off Ivan. His cock dripping, a huge
smile on his face, Frankie looked at the boys and said in a husky voice: "I
have been fucked!"

"Now me, now me," Imre insisted.

Hamed had to push Imre back. "This is not a gang rape, Imre. But you can do
me."

Turning around, Hamed pulled Imre to him feeling the huge black cock
covered with Frankie's spit slide inside his crack. He bent over and Imre
shoved into him, the full 28 centimeters of hard meat sliding all the
way. Holding Hamed by the hips, Imre pounded the prince's ass, deep, fast.

Igor and Rasheed were kissing. Ivan was still on his back breathing
heavily. Frankie started to feel the soreness in his ass and the ache in
his jaws as he watched the TT in full action.

The evening went on. So did the sex, under the stars and the full moon, in
the middle of the desert.

From behind a nearby sand dune, Omar the eunuch peeked unnoticed and
masturbated to the silvery scene of the six young and healthy boys sucking
and fucking.