Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2016 21:17:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Prince and his Harem Part 3

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The Prince and his Harem Part 3

By Simon Peter


Prince Hamed relaxed on the silk cushions, stretching his lean body inside
his white dishdash, his sandaled feet resting on the Persian carpet
covering the floor of his tent. The electric fan in the corner was not
doing much in lessening the desert heat inside the tent. But it was the
heat of the events of the past two days that burned into the young prince's
mind.

He closed his eyes, his hands crossed under his head and sighed. The past
two days had been filled with surprises and new experiences. He had come of
age at 14. But most of all he had been initiated into realms of pleasure
that he had never imagined could have exited. His passion about football
had diminished under the glow of the recent events, life-changing events,
filled with sex and lust.

Robert. The escort. The young Englishman his uncle brought for him as a
14th birthday present. The guy proved his worth, Hamed reflected. Robert
was knowledgeable and agreeable for an infidel foreigner.

More than that, Hamed thought, Robert was sexy. Hamed could not believe the
thoughts running in his head, the images so vivid in his mind, and the
sensations streaming through his teenage body.

The stirring of an erection began under the dishdash as the image of the
foreign Robert, naked and sexy, appeared behind his eyelids. With a heave,
he opened his eyes and regarded his own tent rising, pushing the cotton
cloth up. He reached down and touched himself. His erection was developing
into a raging hardness.

Where was that foreigner fuck? Robert had promised the prince that there
were more lessons in erotica, in male sex, in gay sex. The prince let go of
his crotch and closed his eyes again. He could still feel the sensation of
the Englishman's proximity as he sat behind him, naked bodies glued onto
each other, the escort's arms around his waist, fingers teasing his teenage
nipples. But there was also the hardness of the Englishman's erection
between his thighs as he pressed down on the Englishman's crotch. There had
been more sensations coming through the rubbing of the foreigner's cock
between his thighs than of the sucking on his cock by one of his uncle's
boy harem.

Shit! The prince was now totally horned. It was still early morning, not
even 10 o'clock, and he needed sex already. Was life going to be like this,
now that he had turned a grown man? In other places, 14 was not a mature
age. Fourteen-year-old boys were still treated as kids. But here, 14 was
the magic figure of moving from a boy to a man. Many boys around this age
in his tribe started to think of marriage, a lot of which was arranged by
their parents and relatives.

Marriage? Not for the prince. Not after his experiences in the past couple
of days. Oh, damn this erection! He thought of jerking off, and his hand
slowly snaked down onto his crotch, grabbing the hard tool, demanding to be
taken care of. But no. Masturbation was for boys not men. The prince could
easily clap his hands and have some of his uncle's boy harem brought to him
to service him. He had now experienced wet mouths and pursing lips, so much
that his hand was not a viable option.

However, it was Robert that he was thinking of. He wanted Robert. Hard
between his thighs. Oh, shit!

Hamed shivered. He was thinking like a damn woman. A cock between his
thighs? How could that be?

Someone sucking his cock was one thing, acceptable and desirable. Him
sucking another cock, not very frequent, but still perhaps ok. But a cock
between his thighs? Oh, boy! His erection raged.

Hamed sat up when he heard the flap of the tent open, bringing in more hot
air from the desert. It was Omar, the eunuch. Strange. Hamed was thinking
about Robert all this time, not about his servant eunuch. Omar had proved
to be quite a man in spite of his castration. He had a big dick and he had
sucked Hamed's young cock with gusto. But Hamed wanted Robert.

"Your Highness," the eunuch bowed. He had a fantastic body, very muscled,
very smooth. But where the fuck was Robert?

"Yes," Hamed said as he sat up, his erection still tenting his dishdash. He
didn't even try to hide the straining bulge. The eunuch can gaze and watch
as much as he wanted.

"I was wondering, if I may," Omar said, eyeing the young prince's crotch
and licking his lower lip, "if perhaps you would like to do what the
infidel had suggested last night?"

Hamed thought back. All he could remember was the English erection
throbbing between his thighs.

What had Robert suggested? Shit! The infidel's cock took over all his
thoughts.

"And what would that be?" he demanded, rising, now that his erection was
subsiding. He needed to pee.

"Well, your Highness, Robert said that it would be a good idea for the two
of you to spend today in Maa el Badr. Only the two of you. For your next
'lesson'."

Oh, yes. Hamed remembered now. The infidel whispered this in his ears last
night as he was thrusting his hardness up and down between Hamed's thighs
and after he heard Hamed's moans. He had suggested that they should be
alone in a place where they wouldn't be interrupted. And Hamed thought that
the best secluded place would be the oasis, around a 30-minute walk into
the desert, Maa el Badr. It was much cooler there and the breeze through
the palm trees had always been very pleasant. Many a time, Hamed had gone
there when he wanted to be totally alone.

"Yes. Yes," Hamed responded, waving his hand, dismissing the eunuch. He
needed to pee.

He walked out onto the hot sand, quickly strode into the portable toilet
some 20 meters away, and fished out his dick. Fuck, it was hot in
there. Maa el Badr would be heavenly. And him and Robert. Oh, Yes. What a
fantastic idea coming from the infidel.

Hamed wondered what the Englishman had in mind for his next lesson as he
shook the last drops of his circumcised penis. He looked down and was
pleased with his equipment. Man-sized equipment.

Robert was man-sized too. The infidel was uncircumcised, but still the
equipment was impressive.

Hamed shivered as recalled how his thighs pressed on Robert's cock,
rubbing. His whole body tingled.

When the prince got back to his tent, he clapped for the eunuch.

"Omar," he ordered the muscled slave. "Make sure everything is taken to Maa
el Badr: tent and rugs and food and drink. Tell the infidel that we move in
one hour. And Omar: Make sure that no one interrupts us. And Omar: Don't
tell Uncle where we are. I will tell him myself as soon as we get back."

The eunuch nodded and left with a bow.

The Englishman said that it was going to be a peek-neek. Hamed wondered:
what the fuck is a peek- neek? He remembered his English tutor's
explanation of "peek", to look secretly into something or some place. But
"neek"? That was not an English word, was it? Did the infidel speak Arabic?
In such a case, the Arabic word "neek" meant "fuck!" What did Robert mean?
Fuck? The tingling between the young prince's thighs spread throughout his
entire body.

Around two hours later, the prince and his tutor, who his uncle called an
"escort," lounged inside the tent in the middle of the oasis. It was hot in
spite of the breeze, but to Hamed it felt very nice. The Englishman,
however, was sweating. They were sipping on some kind of cold soda.

"Well, my prince," Robert said, laying a hand on the young boy's
thigh. "Are you ready for your next lesson?"

Hamed nodded. He didn't appreciate the infidel calling him "my prince," but
he kept silent, wondering about the "lesson."

Robert leaned and lightly kissed Hamed on the side of his neck, slowly
moving his hand up and down the thigh. The young prince moaned.

All of a sudden, Robert stood up. "Let's get rid of these fucking robes,"
he said, pulling off his dishdash-he had been ordered to respect the local
culture. "This is so fucking hot!"

Hamed watched the Englishman strip, his heart starting to race. He had seen
Robert naked already, but now, with the heat and the sweat, the stripping
was more erotic. Also, he noticed that Robert said "fucking." Was that a
hint of the peek-neek thing? Was the stripping the peek part? And what
followed would be the "neek" part? The Arabic neek? The tingling returned
to Hamed's balls with force.

Robert was not hard. His penis hung over his hairy nuts, impressively long,
but covered by the foreskin.

"Come closer," Hamed said.

There was a look of irritation on Robert's face. Hamed was used to ordering
people, but Robert did not appreciate being ordered, especially by a little
Arab fuck like this one, even if he had all the fucking money in the
world. On the other hand, the boy was rich and Robert needed the money, and
Robert's profession was prostitution.

Robert approached the reclining prince. He placed himself between Hamed's
outstretched legs.

Hamed was staring at the escort's crotch. The young prince reached for the
dangling penis and held it in wonder.

"Infidel," he said in a whisper. "We should make you get rid of this extra
skin."

Robert looked down. He definitely didn't want his dick to be cut. He liked
the foreskin. It gave shape, it helped in jerking off without a lubricant
or spit, and it made the ass fucking very pleasurable as his cockhead slid
in and out of the skin, squeezed by the ass muscle he was fucking.

Robert took Hamed's hand and made him peel the skin back. The pink head
glistened.

"Lick it." The voice came out gruff and demanding.

"Fuck you, infidel," Hamed shouted angrily, standing up. "A thousand and
one curses fall on your head."

Robert reacted immediately. He attacked and brought down the boy easily
onto the rugs, pressing him down. Hamed was taken by surprise. He lay under
Robert, unable to move.

"Listen, you little shit," Robert said in a threatening voice. "I don't
care how much money or power you and your uncle have. Right now, I am your
tutor and I am here to teach you lessons. Learn: When you are offered a man
cock, take it. No buts, no apologies, no hesitation. Take the fucking
cock. Got it?"

Hamed was breathing hard trying to regain his composure. He was thinking
that, yes, he did want to take the offered penis between his lips. Why had
he gotten angry and offended this infidel?

The prince nodded. Robert released the pressure and got off the boy.

"And by the way, Prince," Robert thought it better not to antagonize the
kid more than necessary.

"Could you please drop the 'infidel' shit?"

Again Hamed nodded. This infidel was sexy, and he was teaching him
stuff. So what if he didn't call him an infidel. Deep down inside him, this
guy was still an infidel whether he called him one or not.

"Robert," Hamed said as his attitude changed. "Can I... maybe... can I do
like last time? Sit in your lap?"

There was a pleading look on the young prince's face, as well as an
embarrassment. Ever since their last bout of sex, all he could think of was
the heat of the foreigner's crotch at his butt and the throbbing of the
uncircumcised cock between his thighs.

Robert smiled, sitting on the carpet, his hardness pointing upwards,
invitingly.

Hamed approached and slid into the space between Robert's spread legs,
slithering backwards, until he felt the erection press on his lower
back. He raised himself and slowly lowered back onto the crotch, Robert's
erection placed between his thighs, pressing on his balls and peeking out
next to his own vertically erected manhood.

Hamed pressed his thighs around the hard cock. The sensations were
amazing. He felt Robert nudge under him, the cock moving a couple of
centimeters up, then back down, and then back up, the pink head appearing
and disappearing into the foreskin. He felt his nuts quiver, full of semen,
almost ready to explode.

Hamed shivered when he felt Robert's lips against his neck, wet, hot. He
could not explain what was going on in his body, but it was something he
wouldn't trade for all the richness of his princedom.

"Ready for our next lesson, Prince?" Robert whispered, nudging the boy's
crack and pressed thighs.

Hamed nodded, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Slowly, Robert lifted the boy off his crotch and laid him on his back on
the carper covering the sand.

And then, ever so slowly, he bent over the teenaged dark-skinned, smooth
body and licked his way down from the neck to the brown nipples to the
stomach, and then back up, finding the lips, open wide, as the boy tried to
manage to breathe. The heat coming out of his body was more intense than
the desert sun.

"I can see that you like this, Hamed," Robert said as he flicked the
nipples, his hand reaching down between the boy's thighs, where Robert's
dick was trapped a few moments ago.

Hamed just nodded. There was no way that he could find words. The world
around him was reeling.

He pressed his thighs together against Robert's massaging fingers, jumping
when a finger slid back into his crack and started to knead the area behind
his balls to his puckered hole.

"And, I can see that you also like this," Robert repeated, his middle
finger pressing on the boy's hole.

Hamed grunted and moaned. He held Robert's hair and brought him up to his
lips, licking, probing the mouth, sucking on the lips.

Robert laid on top of Hamed, full weight. Robert's cock slid between the
boy's thighs and into his crack. Hamed's impressive hardness was trapped
between the two sweating bodies as they kissed.

Robert humped the crack. Hamed shook like a leaf.

"We will have to get fully ready and prepared for this lesson, Prince."

Robert immensely enjoyed playing the role of a "tutor" in sex. It made him
hornier. As an escort, he has never felt the way he is feeling now with
this innocent teenager under him. When Hamed's uncle approached him back in
London and explained the offer of his coming over here and "breaking" the
Sheikh's nephew, Robert took it as another job, a very well-paid job.

Things were changing now, Robert reflected as his hard cock slid up and
down the boy's crack. He was now going to initiate this young boy into anal
sex. There was a puckered virgin hole right there at his cock's head,
waiting to be penetrated, fucked. He shook with desire. Watching the boy's
face, with his eyes squeezed shut and his young body shaking, Robert was
starting to feel differently about this "job."

Hamed shivered as he felt the hardness rubbing up and down his crack. This
English infidel was definitely very hot and attractive. He was bringing
into the young prince's body indescribable sensations. Hamed moved his arms
and wrapped them around the Englishman's body, pressing him harder onto his
shaking body. Aside from the sexual ecstasy he was experiencing, there was
a certain electricity between the two naked bodies, a certain affinity that
Hamed experienced forcefully. This was not just another sexual
experience. There were unexplained emotions streaming throughout his body
as he embraced the man on top of him.

Reluctantly breaking the embrace, Robert lifted off the prince's body,
stretched out on the rug, kneeling between his legs and lifting his ankles
up. He bent and licked the teenage balls. Hamed jerked at the
sensation. Robert's tongue slid under the balls and into the crack. There
were a few soft hairs starting to grow in there and Robert licked into them
reaching the boy's hole.

Hamed could almost scream with desire. The flickering tongue made him feel
dizzy with craving. What was his body telling him? This infidel, no, not
infidel anymore... This sexy and beautiful young man was licking his ass!
And this made him delirious.

Robert flipped Hamed onto his stomach. He lay on top of him, his erection
back in the now wet and slippery crack, humping from behind. Hamed was
moaning and moving his head from side to side as Robert licked the back of
his neck and slid his cock inside the ass crack. Lifting the prince's hips
with one hand, Robert aligned his cockhead with the virgin hole. The young
prince was more than ready for this lesson, Robert thought. Besides, Robert
was having romantic feelings towards the boy.

He nudged the hole. It was tight. Of course, it was going to be tight. He
nudged a little more forcefully and felt the opening give. The head
penetrated, aided by the spit and sweat. The prince screamed.

Robert stilled. With his cockhead buried inside the tight rim, Robert
licked and kissed the boy's back, up and down, making sure not to thrust or
even nudge the tight ass. Slowly the whimpering subsided.

"Don't hurt me, please," the boy pleaded.

Robert's heart went out for the young prince. He knew how much pain
breaking a virgin ass was. He had almost fainted the first time a man cock
was shoved up his own ass. He was patient. As much as he died to thrust
deep, Robert waited, licking and kissing and running his hands up and down
the smooth dark-skinned body under him.

It took minutes for the boy to relax and for his hole to release the
squeeze. Gently, Robert slid a couple of inches into the boy until he felt
the rim muscle squeeze against the intrusion again. He stilled.

"Ok, prince?" Robert said between licking and nibbling.

The prince nodded, not daring to open his mouth. His butt was on fire and
he couldn't believe there was a man cock already inside him. Hamed relaxed
his clutching muscle around the thick hardness, and immediately more cock
drove into him. Robert was halfway in.

Holding Hamed down, Robert made one last thrust and buried his whole cock
inside the tight cavity.

Hamed almost fainted. He could feel the Englishman's crotch pressing
against his butt cheeks and he knew that a whole, big cock was inside him.

The pain gradually receded, replaced by an amazing feeling of being
filled. Hamed grinded his butt against the hairy crotch and that was a sign
for Robert to start his fucking. Slow, long, deep. There was no thrusting
and pounding. There was loving.

"Oh, Robert, oh, I love you, Robert, fucking English Robert, oh, Almighty,
oh, I'm in heaven, my lover Robert Robert Robert."

The boy was delirious. He practically died when he heard Robert's sweet
voice in his ear saying "I love you too, Hamed," as his cock slithered in
and out of the tight fuck tunnel, the friction getting hotter and hotter.

Love? Love? Between a paid escort and a spoiled teenage prince? How could
that ever happen?

Robert was not fucking. Robert was making love to this delicious young boy
under him.

The explosion came fast. Robert's expertise in holding back his orgasm did
not work now. He just couldn't hold back. Gallons of semen shot inside the
prince under him. It wasn't just the man juice that he had fed to countless
men before. This was a love bond. He squirted and squirted, all his muscles
taut, almost cramping with the forcefulness of his ejaculation.

Satiated, but confused, Robert pulled out of the young prince's ass and lay
on his back next to him, barely able to breathe. His cock was plastered on
his belly glistening with cum, flexing. He placed a hand on the fuzzy butt
he had just fucked and rubbed lovingly, feeling the sweaty, silken skin
under his fingers. Hamed remained on his belly, legs still spread, his
breathing shallow and fast.

The prince slowly reached down and felt between his thighs under his
balls. He brought out a glob of semen that had seeped out of his ass. It
was thick and creamy. Tentatively, he tasted the cum. Salty!

Weird! Such a totally different taste from what he had experienced. This
was his lover's liquid that was right at this minute running through his
veins, mixing with his blood, bonding him to the Englishman.

Hamed rolled over on his back and gazed at Robert. His heart raced with
emotions. This man had made love to him, had entered inside him, had
emptied his essence into his bowels. He loved him.

Robert, however, was still confused with this unexpected surge of feelings
running through his body.

The young prince's dick was still erected, pointing straight up. Robert
rose, squatted over the prince's crotch and sat on the hard erection, with
one push, down the shaft, all the way, until his butt rested on the boy's
crotch, and his balls buried inside the black and curly pubic hairs.

Hamed couldn't hold back his scream this time. It actually came out as
squeaks as he felt his rod push back the Englishman's insides. Robert rode
the young cock viciously. Placing his hands on the smooth chest, he moved
up and down the shaft without any pause. It didn't take long for Hamed to
explode.

As he shot into Robert, the young prince realized that he didn't even
fuck. It was his lover who fucked his cock with his ass. The intense
ejaculation seemed to go on forever. The bond was now completed.

Hamed and Robert were now lovers. No escort. No prince. Lovers in the heat
of the tent under the desert sun. The English escort and the Arab prince
cuddled into a sweaty embrace, bonded and in love.