Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2006 10:28:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: whoring student28

My life as a whoring student part 28               by Aihu Fist

A flash back

 While the beast went on filling my ass, my mind drifted off to my first
escape attempt two days before I ended up here.

That morning, with a sore arse, I left Omar in his bed. Azzedine prepared
my breakfast and Omar snored on.

-Good morning, my little eunuch, how are you feeling today?

-Fine, Azzedine, just get me my breakfast.

-It is here right in front of you, he said as he dropped his Arabic pants.

I was looking at his giant black organ which was ready to assault me.
 I looked back at Omar in the bedroom.

-Don't worry, Alex, this morning while you were still in dreamland I
brought him an aspirin, of course it wasn't just a painkiller. He's gone
for a while.

I was puzzled...Azzedine, had he drugged his master?

-I will wake him up, I said.

-No you won't, Azzedine said and pushed me back down with his strong claw
sized hands. You still want me to take you out on occasions away from this
fat bastard?
 I thought for a moment, but his cock was getting impatient and already
lying on my hungry lips; hungry for food, not for a cock.

His balls full of hair were touching my chin.

-Leave me alone, I am sick of you!!

Then he snapped his fingertips and out of the kitchen appeared two more men
and the sheikh!

The encircled me from the four corners of the dining room without a sound.
 I froze up, scanning the dining room for a quick escape.

-I will tell Omar, I swear I will...

-No you won't, Alex, this is the last time you will see him. Just have a
good look at him and say beslema (bye)! But first you suck my cock, my
payment for holding you here for my friends.

I looked at Omar, he was gone! I wished for Paul's help. I remember that
Omar had said that he would adopt me as his son so I would get an American
ID. But then Omar got jealous and wouldn't let me go to see him anymore.

-Open your sweet mouth, I heard Azzedine say.

I opened it as he told me and his beat came into me like a treacherous
snake. My lips sat tight around the gland like a brand new elastic around a
pony tail.

-Chouf (look), he said to the others. This he has done to me for a month
now, he is the best zamel (passive homosexual) I ever known.

   I couldn't believe that the old man who was supposed to be a religious
master was witnessing this without interfering. They had no shame. I was
sucking on that cock for a spell that seemed timeless. Instinctively I
forgot about the forced sex and my hands lunged behind his buttocks to get
something to hold on to.

-Leave my buttocks alone, I am not your woman, you hear?

-But before I could d...

-Shut up.

He was a black Moslem, not as fanatic as the Arabs about his maleness. I
had held and caressed his butt before, but now in the presence of these
Arab men he had to pal the macho!

   The other young men had come very close. While I sucked his cock, they
heaved me up from the chair and got my sexy lingerie from my butt. Yes, I
always wore those for Omar. They were emerald green with red and golden
lace stitched on it.

   Slowly they peeled it off my butt. The three young men were only
eighteen or so and both held me in such a position like if I was getting
swimming classes. My body parallel to the floor still with my mouth tied up
to his oversized cock.

   The first man had me on his fore arms and the second had my upper legs
on his strong arms. The third and the Sheikh took a position near my
private parts. The fourth was young and strong with a little growth of
mustache. He got rid of his jeans and t-shirt followed by his dirty
underwear. I saw the old man looking greedily at his body too. The old man
lifted himself out of three layers of Arab gowns.  The two other specimens
got kind of jealous seeing the others get ready for an adventure with me.

Now that I was naked, the sheikh ordered Azzedine to stop. He was nearly at
the climax to shoot in me, my tongue all salty. But the sheikh was an
authority; I guess he had planned the whole thing.

Azzedine withdrew his cock but continued masturbating in front of everyone.
 The two young men who held me at first began to undress themselves. Soon
everyone was naked in the house. I must admit that I was aroused by it. My
stiff prick was the attention of all.

-Come over here, the sheikh ordered.

The young men pushed me rudely in the back which nearly made me trip over
my own feet.

-Suck my old and flaccid limb, boy. Make feel young again with your roumi
(white infidel) mouth.

   His cock stood up in thirty degrees from his ball sac which was all
wrinkled like his bearded face.
 I sucked it up like a spaghetti string, chewed on it to inject life in the
weak snail.

Azzedine took place behind me, exploring my anus.


-Can I master? He asked the old man.

-No, first the Arab boys of whiter skin.

Azzedine said no more and withdrew.

The first one who had held my torso moved in behind me. With much less
Scruples he got the tip of his fat cock near my anus and got in like
nothing. He sighed and moaned crunching my butt with all his evil
force. The old bastard whose cock had finally gone hard smiled hideously at
so much of rape. I had hold of his bony hairless knees.

-Take this too, he said, pushing my balls in my mouth.

 This felt like I was eating dades.
 None of the Arabs would of course suck me, no way, even though my pecker
was ready to shoot. The old man came dripping in me; his shooting days lay
in the past. No relief for me as one after another changed places in
sucking and fucking me.

-Now give him breakfast, the old guy said to Azzedine.

Having heard this, his stud grew both on his feet and I on my knees still.

-Go fast Azzedine; we must go quickly with the boy before Omar wakes up.

Azzedine lost his patience and cool, as he nearly rammed through my
throat. He stopped abruptly and told me to go on all fours so he could ram
his big dick straight forward in my love hole. It hurt as usual, but I
couldn't cry as one of the three young guys had found my mouth again. He
was the only one who hadn't shot his load in to me.

Take it all, he whispered and that's what I did. Azzedine plugged on till
he too let it all go.

  My suitcase was already made but my arse was wet with cum and sorer than
before; I could barely move. I was left on the floor with semen leaking out
of my butt and mouth. The old man was still very agile and ran with the
rest of them to an old van that stood waiting outside for all of them. The
old fart waved at the doorstep at me and threw a hand kiss at me. See you
again he whispered like a horny old goat.

It was still morning when and crept back into my bed next to sedated
Omar. Azzedine tucked me in with a cowardly: sorry, my friend eunuch, but I
needed to have a go at you and I needed the cash too. They paid well for
you, don't worry we will all take care of you.

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