Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2016 14:07:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Prince and his Harem Part 6

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The Prince and his harem Part 6

By Simon Peter


Sheikh Nahed regarded his teenage nephew as he reclined on the cushions in
his nephew's tent. He had brought four of his boy harem to entertain them.

Hamed had just returned from his surprise trip to England. The boy had
followed the English escort all the way to London. The sheikh had noticed
his nephew's attachment to the Englishman and had sent the escort back to
his country.

Now, it seemed that something strange had happened to his teenage
nephew. The prince seemed lethargic in some way. The scene playing on the
carpets in the middle of the tent, right there in front of their eyes, was
by all counts extremely erotic. The naked boys were kissing and sucking and
fucking with all the energy that only young boys have. The sheikh could
barely control his erection and his lust to jump on top of those sexy boys
and ravish each and every one of them. Oh, they looked so delicious, enough
to eat raw.

But Hamed, just lay there, barely opening his eyes, without even the hint
of a tenting bulge inside his white robe. What the devil was wrong with the
boy?

The sheikh was concerned. He had taken over the raising of Hamed right
after Hamed's parents died in an unfortunate car accident a few years
before. When his nephew reached his fourteenth birthday, the sheikh had
brought in the English escort to tutor the boy-now-turned-man in the arts
of pleasured sex. The boy seemed to fall into gay sex with gusto.

What happened now? Why was the young prince so uninterested anymore?

With a sigh, barely glancing at the fucking boys, Hamed rose and walked out
of the tent. Omar the eunuch, who had served Hamed since he was a baby, was
also concerned. Omar had also accompanied the young prince to London.

"What's wrong with the boy?" Nahed asked Omar, as the latter bowed towards
the reclining sheikh.

"It's very strange, Highness," the eunuch whispered. "There was nothing
wrong him until he realized that he couldn't stay in London with the
infidel escort. Since we got back, he's been like this."

"Hmmm," the sheikh scratched his beard. "I wonder. Go see what he is
doing."

"Yes, Highness."

As Omar left the tent looking for the young prince, Sheikh Nahed dismissed
the boys. He had lost his lustful appetite for now. Thoughts of his teenage
nephew controlled his mind.

What the fuck was wrong with the boy? The sheikh had provided everything
under the sun, trying his best to fill the place of the lost parents. Was
Hamed missing his parents? For a fourteen-year-old, healthy boy watching a
hot sex scene live in front of him and not getting excited was very, very
strange. It was unheard of.

Sheikh Nahed tried to figure out the various possibilities. The boy didn't
seem to have anything physically or medically wrong with him. What could it
be, then?

But wait a minute, Nahed reflected. Could it be possible that Hamed was not
really gay? Did not really like sex with men? Was not aroused by the very
sexy boy-harem that the sheikh had collected? That could be a
possibility. Maybe the boy preferred women? But before today, Hamed seemed
to be all into men and boys. There were orgies where he was the center of
all the action. Besides, his attachment to Robert, the English escort was
definitely sexual.

Was it possible that the boy had been pretending all this time? Just to
please his uncle? And not showing that he had gotten tired of and bored
with boys? Or maybe disgusted? Most straight men found sex with other men
disgusting and unnatural. Was this the problem?

The sheikh was at a loss. Omar walked back into the tent.

"Your Highness, the young prince has told me that he wishes to be alone. He
wants to spend the night in the oasis, by himself. I have arranged for a
tent and bedding and food and drink to be set up there."

"Do you think it is wise to leave him there at night by himself?" the
sheikh asked.

"I will be keeping an eye on him all night, your Highness. There is no need
to worry about that. And I will make sure he doesn't realize that I am
there."

"Fine," the sheikh nodded. "If that is what he wants. But Omar," Nahed
continued, "is it possible that the boy prefers a woman? That he has lost
interest in boys and men?"

Omar pondered, not answering immediately. This could explain the strange
behavior.

"Perhaps you have a point, your highness. Would you like me to arrange for
a houri to join him in the tent tonight?"

"Let's try and see. You know I want the best for the boy. If he prefers
women, so be it. You can't force these things, especially on a young boy
like Hamed."

"I agree, Highness. I will arrange it."

The sheikh nodded, but his heart was still heavy. Tonight there would be no
partying, no playing with his boys. Tonight the sheik would impatiently
wait and try to discover what he could do to his very precious nephew.

Hamed lay in the tent that Omar had set for him in the oasis, and he
started crying. He looked around him in the dim light of the
candles. Emptiness. Only a couple of days ago, all this space had been
filled by Robert, his lover. Robert had covered with kisses, had pressed
his body on him, had stroked his erection, had fucked him! Robert had
professed his love for him.

The young prince sobbed with bitter tears streaming down his dark-skinned
face cheeks. He missed the English escort so much. He just wasn't able to
control his emotions. His uncle's boys did nothing for him now. All he
wanted was for Robert to hug and hold him and to make love to him.

Hamed was in love and there was no solution to it. He couldn't pluck Robert
away from his life in London and bring him here to the middle of the
desert. Robert belonged to England. Hamed belonged to the oasis.

The boy heaved and sobbed.

There was a faint noise outside the tent. The young prince was supposed to
be alone. Who could be out there? A wolf? Hamed's heart raced as he wiped
the tears from his face and stood up, drawing a long knife from the sack
that Omar had placed inside the tent. There was definitely some kind of an
unexplained noise.

His hand gripping the knife, shaking, Hamed peeked out. To his surprise,
there was a houri a few paces away. He recognized her immediately. She was
one of the houris that served him with drink and fruit.

What was her name? Jamila. Yes, that was Jamila. She stood there, not
approaching, wearing her silken pajamas, flowing around her in the desert
breeze.

"What are you doing here, Jamila?" Hamed croaked as he exited from the
tent.

"My prince," the houri said in a sing-song voice. "We are all concerned
that you are alone. May I keep you company?"

"But I want to be alone. Leave. Now. I don't want your company. I don't
want any company!"

Hamed's voice broke and he felt the tears build up again behind his
eyes. He trembled. Jamila approached and lay a hand on the boy's arm.

"I will only stay for a little while, my prince. I will leave as soon as
you get bored with me."

Hamed wanted to cry. He wished his mother was there. Would she have
understood? Would she have held him in her arms and told him that
everything was going to be all right?

With humped shoulders, the young boy turned and walked heavily back into
the tent, the houri carefully and silently following him.

Jamila lay next to the moping prince. She placed her hand on his thigh. The
boy heaved, but he did not remove her hand or shy away. Somehow, it felt
nice. He just didn't want to be lonely although he professed the
opposite. Slowly, he turned towards the houri. For the first time, Hamed
realized that Jamila was really pretty.  He touched her face. It felt
smooth. Jamila responded by moving her face closer.

Their lips met. Hamed closed his eyes. These were Robert's lips. He sucked
hungrily. Oh, Robert, I love you so, he silently said. His tongue probed
into the mouth. It tasted sweet. His kissed, his passion rising, his robe
tenting. The hand on his erecting penis sent shivers throughout his
body. Still he kept his eyes closed. The hand wrapped around his hard,
young cock, stroking gently. Hamed squeezed his eyes shut harder. Yes,
Robert, my love, yes, love me, baby.

Hamed mounted the now-naked houri. As his cock found the female vagina, he
was shocked at how easily he penetrated. The opening was wet and it
immediately stretched for his 8-inch cock. He thrust in, releasing his
weight off his hands and resting on top of the houri. The body under him
was soft, too soft.

Hamed's eyes were still closed.

He moved in and out slowly. Robert, baby, yes, you are so sweet, oh,
Robert. I am inside you, my lover.

Hamed fucked, increasingly getting more furious, with an urgency
unexplained. This was Robert he was pounding. This was Robert's body he was
lying on top of. He burst with a scream, squirting his young semen inside
the houri.

Sweating, the young prince slumped on top of the woman. His cock slipped
out of her vagina. Too slimy!

Hamed opened his eyes.

This was NOT Robert!

With a start, he jumped off the startled houri.

"What the FUCK are you doing here?" he shouted. His face turned red. He was
stark naked, his penis still dripping cum.

"My prince," the houri cooed. "You were wonderful. Oh, your manhood made me
very happy. My prince. You are more than a man. You are my handsome
fucker!" She reached out to touch his wet cock.

"GET OUT! GETO OUT!" Hamed viciously kicked at the naked woman at his feet.

The houri stumbled out of the tent, gathering his clothes. Hamed doubled
over and vomited. Over and over. Streams of vomit shot out of his mouth.

"Highness," Omar rushed in. "What happened? What did Jamila do? Did she
hurt you? I will kill the bitch!"

Hamed grabbed the eunuch's hand, restraining him from going after the
houri.

"Wait," Hamed was able to say between dry heaves. "Not her fault."

"What is it then, Higness?" Omar said as he settled the naked prince down
on the carpet.

"Bring me some water and towels, and then call back Jamila."

Omar hesitated for just a moment, and then he moved to do what his master
had ordered.

When Jamila returned, Hamed had regained his composure. The boy lay on the
carpet, leaning onto s cushion, naked.

"Come, Jamila," he said, forcing a smile.

When he fucked Jamila, Hamed was thinking of Robert. But it did feel
good. The wet woman opening made sliding in much easier than an ass
opening.

"Did you really mean it, Jamila?" Hamed asked, not bothering to cover his
nakedness, tentatively touching one of her hard nipples.

"Mean what, my prince?" Jamila said, eyeing the lanky, dark-skinned boy
body sporting a man-cock.

"What you said? That you like it? Me fucking you?" Hamed cupped one her
breasts. It felt firm.

"Oh, yes, my prince," Jamila said, a smile returning to her face as she
knelt next to the naked boy.

She put her hand on the boy cock. "This was so very satisfying," she said
in a whisper.

Neither of them minded the eunuch standing in the corner of the tent, ready
to jump if any harm would come to his prince.

"Then suck it," Hamed ordered, starting to get angry that his penis was
still flaccid although the houri was stroking it. He always erected as soon
as he touched himself. Sometimes he erected even without touching
himself. Why not now?

Jamila placed her lips around the cock. Hamed instinctively shut his
eyes. Instantly, Robert's naked body jumped into his head. As he felt the
wet lips encircle his now-erecting cock, Robert's image moved closer until
the hard uncircumcised English cock was at his lips.

Hamed forced his eyes open and looked at Jamila as she sucked on his
erection. This was good, he felt.

But Robert was so much better. SO much better. He placed his hand on the
back of the houri's head and pushed. She gagged. Definitely, Robert was
better. Robert swallowed and massaged his cock with his throat and lips and
tongue. Robert held his balls as he sucked on his rod. Robert kneaded his
crack.

Oh, Robert, I love you.

Lifting her off his dick, Hamed lay her on her back and climbed on top of
her. She guided him onto her pussy. Hamed penetrated. He slid in easily. It
was soft. It was open. It was slimy. There was no resistance to his
invading member.

The boy started to get soft inside her. He wanted Robert. He wanted man
ass: tight, fighting against his erection as he penetrated, squeezing
around his shaft, milking him.

Hamed's penis slid out of the houri's vagina, soft!

"Leave," the young prince hissed at the houri.

As soon as Jamila exited, Hamed motioned for the eunuch. Omar knelt and
took the boy's penis inside his mouth. Hamed erected instantly. Omar
swallowed the whole shaft, his hand kneading the area under the boy's
balls, his finger massaging the boy's hole. Hamed erupted with a jarring
force.

"The young prince likes men, your highness," Omar declared to the sheikh
the next morning.

"Oh?" the sheikh nodded. "I wonder whether that is good news or bad
news. But it is as the Almighty wishes. He likes men, then he likes men,
and so we will have to do something about it, won't we?"

Nahed scratched his beard.

"The young prince did mention to me that he appreciated your harem,
highness."

"He did, huh? Then a harem will we get him. Bring him to me, Omar."

"Your highness," Omar bowed and left to find the young prince.