Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2011 12:32:39 -0500
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: the customer/Dexter's Saga #9

The Customer/ Dexter's Saga
Part 9
By Joystick

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End of chapter #8

"Hey, that's a great idea," Dex said. "Perhaps when you're done with the
fish - you can grab a bar of soap and join me and we can wash each other
off. Nothing I hate more than to smell the odor of dead fish when I make
love."

"Yes my love -- if it's one thing I will not tolerate this week ---- it's a
dead fish in my bed..."

Chapter #9

As they moored the boat, Dexter got out, tied the boat to the dock and
helped Yethro out. "You want me to help you gut the fish?" Dexter asked.

"No," answered the judge. "I know you can't wait to go in for a dip. You go
in now and I'll join you later after I prepare the fish and refrigerate
them. I liked that idea of the two of us bathing together."

"Suit yourself," Dexter said as he dived into the water nude. When he
surfaced, he playfully splashed a bit of water at the judge. "Better hurry
up or I'll turn into a fish, swim away and you'll never hook me."

"Oh, I'll hook you. You better believe that," the judge laughed as he
picked up the fish and the equipment and headed up the pathway to the
cabin. When he reached the cabin he left the rods outside and dumped the
fish into the sink. Turning on the security camera, he smiled as he watched
the nude body swimming and splashing around in the water. Dexter was
putting on an Olympic swimming display. This is better than watching a porn
flick Yethro thought to himself as he smiled and watched the blond put on a
show. Dexter's sleek body cut smoothly through the clear water as he swam
out to a wooden raft, which was anchored about sixty feet from the end of
the pier.

Cleaning and gutting the fish, the judge almost cut himself when he saw
Dexter climb aboard the raft, stretch his arms out over his head, do a few
jumping jacks and then bent over and touch his toes. Smiling the judge
thought, I'll bet that little tramp knows that I can aim this camera almost
anywhere I want. Thinking this he zoomed in on Dexter's backside and
salivated. Oh yeah! You pussy boi, you know I'm watching. You, my friend,
are playing the big tease now. Just wait until I get that ass of yours in
bed. Yeah, your sweet ass is mine.

Finishing the fish, he wrapped them, refrigerated them, rinsed his hands
then grabbed a bar of soap and towels and walked down to the lake. When he
got there, Dexter was back in the water floating on his back about 10 feet
off the dock.

"I brought you the soap. You want me to wash you or are you just going to
float around out there with that big periscope sticking up."

 "Join me! The water is beautiful. Forget the soap. We can wash later in
the shower."

The judge stripped down and started to let himself down the ladder. Just as
he got both feet into the water, he felt two hands grab him from
behind. Dexter, who had swum underwater to the dock, was now pulling Yethro
off the ladder and into the water with him. They caused a big splash and
the two of them playfully pushed, shoved and dunked each other just like
kids. "Isn't the water wonderful?" Dexter shouted. "I could stay in for
hours. Come on I'll race you to the raft."

They raced to the swimming raft and Dexter let him win. They climbed out of
the lake and onto the raft breathing heavily.

"I'm not as young as I used to be," said Yethro as they laid down in the
warm sunlight next to each other. He leaned over took a few of Dexter's
blond locks in his fingers and kissed them. "Such beautiful golden
locks. You let me win that, didn't you? Are you having a good time?" he
asked.

Dexter, not admitting to the throwing of the race, turned to face the judge
and raised himself on one elbow. He looked into the judge's eyes and
answered, "A good time, who wouldn't? It's so peaceful and wonderful
here. It almost makes one forget about being a slave. Why, why are you
being so nice to me? You don't have to be. It's not that you have to seduce
me. I'm not a date that you picked up in some bar and now you feel that you
have to wine and dine me to get me into your bed. I'm a male prostitute. A
whore, a professional! Stop treating me like your boyfriend. You keep this
up and I might never want to go back to Sultan's. Don't you see that it is
making it harder on me? Next week it will be back to two or three men a
night. Doing all sorts of dirty things with filthy, ugly men that make me
sick. They will pay money and think that they own me. And for a few
hours--- they will!"

"In the first place, I thought you said you wanted to be treated like a
human being and not a slave. And secondly, I'm not a customer and you're
not a prostitute this week. I asked you to come here as my date. I did not
order you to come. Nor do I plan to pay for you services. You accepted my
invitation. You are free to go back to Sultan anytime you feel like it. I
would hope you want to stay with me, but I will not keep you here against
your will. So tell me, what is it to be? My date or Sultan's meal ticket?"

'Well when you put it like that, I like the date idea. Yes! That's what I
like and I could not have picked a nicer one." Dexter said as he kissed the
judge's lips. "You know, what I said before about your being a good looking
guy was not some whore house bullshit. Not only are you good looking but
you also have a good heart. I feel that I am lucky to be here with you. I
feel that someone up there is looking after me."

"You are the first person that I have invited to come up here with me. I
have always regarded this as my personal escape place. I never planned to
share it with anyone. Until now. This is the haven I run to from that
everyday hellhole I live in. If you really mean that you would rather be
here with me than some young good looking guy, it really makes all the
money I invested here worth it."

"Well, that would depend on who the guy was," Dexter said with a smile in
his eyes. "You might not believe it but I would rather be with you, in your
arms and have your warm body next to me then most of the men I know,
younger or older. Not only that, but I would prefer you to anyone, male or
female. Yes, even more than a young female with tits the size of
cantaloupes. This entire man/man thing is new to me and it took a while for
me to realize it but I now know that I love men.  And of all the men I have
met, I think you are the most wonderful and gentle of the lot. Not only
that, but you are by far the most intelligent and interesting person I have
ever known. I feel like I could talk to you about anything and feel
comfortable. Our sexual exploits might be wonderful, but I think they will
be only secondary to our other times together."

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me and I hope you mean
it," the judge said as he leaned in and took Dexter into his arms and
kissed him. Then he rolled over atop of him and pinned him to the wooden
raft. "I want you, Dex. I need you."

Dexter enclosed him in his arms returning his kiss, his tongue entering his
mouth and rubbing along the judge's tongue. The two kissed deeply and
passionately. Dexter spread his legs wide as the judge's naked body sank
between them. Yethro rubbed his cock against Dexter's.

"Yes! Damn it! I want you Dex and I want you now." Yethro screamed.  "Son
of a Bitch! I don't have a condom on me - you wouldn't happen to have one,
would you?"

"Are you serious? I'm nude, the same as you! WHERE WOULD I HIDE ONE? I seem
to have left them in the night table drawer. I'll remember not to be caught
short next time," he smiled then he said seriously, "look Judge about
condoms; let's get one thing straight from the start. I'm clean and both my
boss and I want it to remain that way. I'm sure you are clean also however,
if something were to happen, Sultan would cut my throat. Please, if we are
to ever see each other again, we should wait until later and always play it
safe. There are lots of other ways we can enjoy each other."

Dexter reached down and captured Yethro's hard manhood and gathered it up
along with his own. Encasing both in his palm and working them together he
started using his palm as a pussy. Both men humped the substitute cunt
rutting like a pair of wild animals.

After a short time the judge pulled away and said in disgust, "No! No, no,
no, not this way. This is not the way! I want us to be joined. I need to be
a part of you and you a part of me. Jacking off is for snot nosed teens,
not grown men. It is something you do when you are alone. Not with a
lover. I'm not as good at this as you are, but I would like us to..."

"Us? By us you mean both of us? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I would like to learn to suck your...."

"You're kidding me. You mean you have never sucked a cock before?"

"No, never! Not that I didn't want to. But since I have always topped, to
suck cock, so I thought, would mean I was less of a man," the judge
confessed. "But seeing you suck my cock has not diminished your manhood in
my mind's eye one Iota, so I know it's not true."

"That concept is just a cultural hang up. Not only is it not true, but also
it is stupid. You would not consider men like Sultan anything but masculine
would you? Look, like any sex, the act itself can be either a dirty or
beautiful thing. It depends on the couple and why they are doing it. In
reality, it is just another means of giving and showing love. It's time you
learned. If you want, I will be glad to teach you how to do it."

"You mean you can be taught?"

"While I can't be sure I think that before I came to this town, I was a
complete virgin. After Sultan purchased me, he took me in hand and educated
me. Most of it is instinct, but the basics can be taught. He was one of the
best teachers in the world. If I could learn, so can you. If you want, I
will show you."

"Yes, I want to learn, but I'm really afraid."

"O.K. then, we start 'Cock Sucking 101'. We will take it slow. You will try
to imitate my movements." Dexter said then moved his body so that they were
foot to head. Starting at the judge's feet and taking one of his toes into
his mouth he started to suck and lick on it. The judge followed suit.

"Yes that's right. You're doing fine." They continued to suck on each
other's toes for a while then they move up the foot and started licking
along the inside leg. "Savor it like fine wine, slowly." At this point
Dexter noted that Yethro was beginning to drib precum. If this kept up the
judge was going to blow his load. He had to so something to calm him down.

"Easy Yethro, try to control yourself, I know it's difficult but try to
think of something else. A law case, fishing or anything to take your mind
off of it. We have all week and there is no need to hurry."

"Easy for you to say!" the judge said. Then forcing himself to think of
something else he finally did manage to regain some sort of control.

"That's it. You're doing great," Dexter encouraged him. "Now lick up under
my balls."

Yethro's tongue lapped Dexter's balls and Dexter took one of the judge's
balls in his mouth and sucked on it.... From this point on the judge needed
no further instructions. His animal instinct took over. His tongue licked
around the base of the eight inch uncut meat, as his nose inhaled the man
musk. His lips rubbed along the pole, up and down until they touched the
foreskin. The silky feel and smell got to him. He wanted to inhale it. He
wanted to nibble it. His tongue tip, like a snake's fangs, probed the skin
pushing it, digging around the gland and now and then nibbling on it.

"GOOD!" Dexter moaned, "The pupil is progressing very nicely. Now, my love,
take just the head in your mouth. Watch the teeth! Yes. Cover them with
your lips and savor the taste. That's it! You're doing just great. Now rub
your tongue around under the foreskin. OHHHHHHHH yeahh, you are a quick
learner... Ahh yes, now go deeper, yes deeper. You're a natural, baby."

As the judge tried to take in the entire cock, he started to gag. "No, no,
not so deep, Not the first time. That will come later. Just run the lips up
and down. Yes, just like that. Use your mouth as a pussy. Suck it in and
then push it out with the tongue. Lap your tongue over the head and then
suck it in again."

Dexter ceased instructing him and took the judge's dick into his mouth and
using his lips and tongue he sucked the pole harder and harder. He placed
his fingers on the man's ass and rubbed along the valley until his finger
pressed on the rosebud. He was surprised to feel that the judge had
followed his lead and when he felt the judge's finger penetrate his rosebud
both of them were no longer able to contain themselves. They
exploded. Coming hard, very hard together. Dexter swallowed, but the judge
could not make himself and he spit most of it out.

Dexter not wanting to make the judge feel bad said, "It is O.K. You don't
have to swallow now. That too may come later, in 'Cock Sucking 102'. You
did great for a first time." Then he righted himself and took the man in
his arms, holding and kissing him. They sat like that for a few minutes,
rocking in each other's arms, enjoying the sounds of quiet and the sounds
of the water lapping against the raft.

"It was wonderful," Dexter said. "And you did great, fantastic, especially
for a first time. How do you feel? Did you like it?"

"The right question should be, did you like it?" asked Yethro. "I tried to
give you enjoyment. Did I?"

"More than you know. I think that this is the first time that anyone has
given me some iota of joy since I came to this damn town. Thank you
Yethro. You can be a great lover and don't let anyone say you are not. You
are a giver as well as a taker now. Now, I think we should swim back and
clean up for dinner."

"Where did you learn that thing about taking your mind off of sex to avoid
ejaculation?"

"Sultan taught it to me. What did you think of?"

"My wife!" he laughed. "Come on I'll race you back to the dock."

The two of them dove into the water and swam back to the dock, got out and
dried off.

"I'm starved. How are you going to cook that fish?" Dexter asked. "I'm so
hungry, I could almost eat it Japanese style."

"Ahhhhh youth! Sex first, or is it food then sex. I'm too old to remember,"
the judge sighed. "I thought I would pan broil it, rather than serve it
raw."

"Well, a little to eat and then a bit of wine, it you have some, can
restore both our libidos and then we can rest by the fire place until we
are ready for the second act."

"You know as a Moslem, I am not allowed to drink wine. However, I am not a
very strict one and I do keep a bit of very good white wine in the cabin
that, so I'm told, will enhance the taste of the fish. You will keep my
secret, won't you?"

"Yes, you keep it for cooking and medicinal purposes only," Dexter
laughed. "No one can fault you for that and your secrets will be safe with
me."

"I'm not so sure of that Dex."

"Sure of what?"

"My secrets. I'm not sure of that, yet," the judge said. "After all we just
met and while I would like to trust you, I really don't see any reason why
I should. You are not even a member of my faith. You are an infidel and
therefore not worthy of my trust or my love let alone my secrets." Then
seeing the look of hurt on Dexter's face he added, "You should not look so
downhearted! You see, I am not only a Moslem but a Bedouin as well and we
distrust everyone including ourselves."

"You must be very lonely then. I will have to do something to earn your
trust. I know what it means to be without friends or contacts. Without
Sultan and Yussef, I would be lost. I don't even remember who or what I was
before I woke up in Sultan's bed. I doubt it but who knows, I could have
been like you, a Bedouin. I could have been anything. It was all a
fog. Little by little, I eventually did remember my name and a few details,
I remember looking for some things to decorate an apartment, but where or
when, I just can't seem to remember. The doctor said I may never remember
everything and to forget about trying too. I'm just to make the best of the
situation and someday it may come back to me without my trying to
remember."

"Well as far as being a Bedouin or Muslim, that I can swear you're not. I
would be able to tell," the judge laughed. "For one thing your cock tells
me that. We would have trimmed your foreskin. Perhaps, if we wanted to get
romantic about it, we could make up all kinds of fancy stories up about
your being the illegitimate great grandson of Laurence of Arabia. But, that
wouldn't work well as he was a homosexual and never had children. It is
much more likely you might be one of those poor Christians that are
regularly captured by desert slavers, then taken and sold to some handsome
Bedouin chief at one of the better slave auctions. They have been known to
strip their captives' nude, tie their nude bodies over their saddles and
ride off into the desert sunset for a life of wild sex. You know like those
weird musicals Hollywood liked to turn out years ago. Yes, now that story
has possibilities."

"I think I might like that story. Who would that handsome Bedouin chief
be?"

"Why me, of course! After all it is my fantasy we are talking about
here. Would you fight me or would you submit?"

"Oh yes, in the beginning to protect my virtue I would have to resist, but
sooner or later I think I would have to give in and succumb to your
charms."

"Sultan trained you right, come let's get up to the house."

"Oh no! Where is your white steed? No big white stallion, I'm not going
back to your tent!" Dexter playfully pouted and shouted at him.

"Yes, you will," yelled the judge as he grabbed Dexter with his powerful
hands and slung him over his shoulder and somehow managed to carry him up
the steps to the cabin while he slapped his rear end lightly. Entering the
cabin the judge threw him on the bed and huffing and puffing he playfully
asked, "do I have to whip you with my ridding crop or will you obey your
new master?"

"No master, not the whip, I will obey."

"Good! Now you're behaving, as my sex slave should act. Get washed up and
ready for supper. Do you have some nightclothes you could wear? If so, get
into them and join me at the table. We will eat and then you can clean up
the dishes while I prepare for bed."

"Yes Master," he said as the man put on a robe and went into the kitchen.

Dexter took a shower, shaved and then got into the sleeping toga he had
brought with him. The toga was a white silk wrap-a-round so thin that it
was just about transparent. It had one short sleeve to hold it up onto one
of his shoulders. The rest was wrapped around his body exposing one nipple
and his other bare arm. It fell in folds to his mid thighs and was tied at
the waist. It was worn without pants. Sultan had jokingly said that it
afforded his clients easy access. They were comfortable and the paying
customers were spared the trouble of having to undo button after
button. His whores said that the real reason the boss liked the 'robes' was
because one size fill all and they were cheaper to purchase in large
quantities.

As Dexter entered the living room the judge just stared open-mouthed, "is
that all you brought to wear at night? He asked. "You will freeze. Like I
said it gets mighty cool up here in the evenings."

"Sorry, but Sultan doesn't provide winter pajamas. for us. He expects the
customers to keep us warm."

"I can see how that might work, but for now and until I can buy you a
warmer set of night clothes you better start a fire in the fireplace while
I serve dinner. It's all set up and there are some long matches on the
mantel place." The judge watched as Dexter went over to the fireplace and
lit the crumpled newspaper under the kindling and wood. It caught fire and
soon the room was filled with warmth, the crackling sound and perfumed odor
of burning wood. Rising to his feet, he stood and took in the warmth. The
firelight illuminating his nude body beneath the toga. "I always loved
fireplaces. They bring more than heat into a room."

"Yes they sure do", salivated the judge as he smiled at the nude form. Come
sit down, let's have some wine first then we can eat our catch. There is
nothing like the taste of fresh caught fish."

They sat and drank and ate. And it was delicious. "Yethro, this is
great. You are a fine cook. Now you go sit by the fireplace and I'll clean
away the dishes."

"Thank you, but I think I will shower first then I'll open another bottle
of wine for us and when you finish the dishes you can join me by the fire."

The judge took a quick shower, put on a robe and sat by the fire watching
Dexter clean away the dishes. As Dex finished drying the plates he reached
up and put them on the dish rack above the sink. Doing so raised the
hemline of his toga and exposed his white ass globes to Yethro.

Yethro smiled and raised his glass to toast the site. "Now I know why I had
that shelf put so high. Finnish up and join me or I will throw you over the
sink and rape that sweet ass of yours."

Finishing the last dish, he took his glass of wine and joined the judge by
the fire sitting at his feet.

"Come up here and sit on my lap."

When he did, they sat and watched the fire and finished the wine.  Dexter
took both glasses and put them on the table and then leaned back into the
judge's arms his head on his shoulder. The olive colored fingers pulled the
tie open and began to explore the white skin and ran up the torso to
Dexter's neck, throat and then his chin. Lifting the chin up to his lips he
brushed them with his lips and then he extended his tongue and ran it over
his lips. Dexter opened his lips and let the judge's tongue enter him. He
sucked on it and let it roam about the moist hot cavern.

"MMMMMmm. You taste good. No dead fish here," said the Judge.

Dexter slid down the judge's body to kneel between his legs and he opened
his robe and ran his fingers over the hot, hard man meat. "It's hard again!
We are going to have to do something about that. We can't have you hard all
the time."

"No! Why not? I thought that was supposed to be your job," the judge
joked. "You do it so well and so far I did not have to take any Viagra."

As Dexter laid his cheek against the judge's leg he felt the man place his
hands on his head and push his face away. "No, lov. Let's just cuddle by
the fire and just hold each other. It's been a long time since I have been
able to relax and feel satisfied that I just want to enjoy the moment.

They sat for a long time watching the fire and cuddling. As the last embers
died down the judge whispered, "it's time for me to get you into bed."

To be continued...