Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2009 19:09:39 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Arabian Nights - Mohammed's Story Pt.1

Please follow nifty rules regarding the reading of homoerotic material.

This story is about characters from my book in the same way that Kit's
story is.

Mohammed, the narrator of this story is a prominent character throughout
much of my book "Arabian Nights", but his character is always tied to
Salem, the main character of the book. Jean appears very briefly in the
book as well, but I felt he could handle a bigger part, so to achieve that
I have written this stand alone story that should give readers of my book
much more pleasure than new readers because of the tie in with Salem,
Michel and Shaka as well. This first part contains no sex, just allusions
to it. In the second part the sexual content is done, I hope, with taste
for two people deeply in love.

The Story is complete in two parts.

			      Arabian Nights
			 Mohammed and Jean's Story
				  Part 1
			  Jean's Formative Years

This whole situation was totally unbelievable. I couldn't even begin to
count the number of slaves and free men that had graced my bed. I had never
taken a slave that I had personally selected while he was a free man, and
seldom a freeman, Salem being the main exception, so why had I with this
little urchin who was not even going to be any good for sex. Too young, too
skinny and a tiny penis.

Salem, Michel and Shaka had been gone for years. On very rare occasions I
was able to make love to Salem again when he passed through the kingdom, or
I was in London at a different time to Justin, Salem's true love, and there
lay the problem.

Salem had been eighteen when I had first seen him and taken him as a lover,
not a slave. He only looked about fourteen apart from the fact that he had
a substantial penis that pleased me. He was Eurasian. Michel and Shaka were
slaves, Michel, particularly was a stunning Tunisian boy but Shaka was a
very handsome young African man with the most incredible appendage. Salem
had become my lover for years and we still had great affection for one
another, but I realised I wanted another boy to love, not necessarily I
realised to make love to. Age creeping up on me I guess, well being in my
forties was getting on a bit.

My name is Mohammed and I am the finance minister for a small Arab Emirate,
I am also a boy lover and for years Salem furnished all the loving I
needed.

I had been in Tripoli for business and during a break from meetings I had
wandered into the souk, (the Arab market). While I was sat enjoying a
coffee I noticed a young boy begging, across the street from where I
sat. He was skinny and unkempt and very definitely not a very good
beggar. When I finished my coffee I walked across to talk to him.

"Hello boy, what's your name?"

He lifted his head to look at me and in a very quiet voice said, "I am
called Jean, Sir"

In the time that he took to say it I knew he was going to come with me. The
eyes they say are a mirror to the soul. This boy had a soul that cried out
for love. I could see it.

"Do you have any family Jean?"

"No Sir," was his unemotional reply. "I can't remember ever having any
family Sir."

"Would you like to come and live with me and be part of my family?"

The beautiful innocent eyes suddenly became wary.

"Why would you want to do that Sir?"

"I think we might have a need for each other very much."

He looked bemused.

"I have a great deal of love to give, and no one to give it to. I think you
might be the same."

He stood up then and I could see him better. He was probably eleven or
twelve, definitely undernourished, of course dirty and unkempt.

"Why don't you come to my hotel with me? You can bathe, eat and we'll get
you some proper clothes to wear."

I guessed that wasn't a first and that he probably wasn't a virgin, but
bathing, eating and having new clothes must have been a big plus when you
were dirty, hungry and dressed in rags.

His clothes were quite obviously vermin ridden so he was more than a little
surprised when I asked a porter at the hotel to come with us and bring a
rubbish bag, as I collected my key. At the door to my suite I took hold of
Jeans djelaba and pulled it over his head, deposited it in the bag the
porter held and ushered him into my suite and straight through to the
bathroom. He was naked, the djelaba had been his only attire

It all happened so unexpectedly and quickly that Jean was stood in the
shower before he had time to say anything. I turned on the water, pointed
out to Jean how to control the temperature and told him to soak for a
while, I would be back soon.

I called down to a men's store in the hotel lobby, told them what I wanted
and went back to join Jean in the shower. He was surprised to see me naked
but was soon relaxed as we played, soaping and washing each other. He smelt
and looked so much better when we were dried and standing facing each other
afterwards, still naked of course. I slipped on a pair of boxers, then
trousers and a Polo.

"Wait here Jean, I will be back with some clothes for you."

My guess had obviously been good. Boxers, trousers with elasticated waist
band, shirt and shoes, all fitted him fine. However, before I let him dress
I scoped him out thoroughly. He was about five feet tall, very skinny so
that almost all his bones showed. He wasn't classically beautiful but he
did have good bone structure so I guessed he would be handsome when we had
built him up a little. Like so many of my race, he had long eye lashes and
very dark eyes that in his case were deep pools and so very expressive. The
whole was topped by a mass of black hair. I had no idea how it would look
when cut because there was just so much of it. He had a bony arse and tiny
genitals. I guessed he had not reached puberty, not just because of his age
but also his life style. Half starved, I would guess him to be a late
developer.

"Now young man, would you like some food?"

His eyes lit up and he gushed out an, "Oh yes please Sir."

I knew I had made the right decision by the time we returned to my
suite. We had ordered food he could eat with his fingers because I didn't
want to embarrass him in the dining room if he had problems with cutlery.

"Jean, if you come back to my home with me it will have to be as a slave,
but I will not treat you like one. I will look after you and educate you,
when you are an adult you can make your own decision about what you want to
do."

He wasn't stupid. He knew about slavery, it couldn't be worse than his
present life, so he shrugged and agreed to come with me.

"Will I have to have sex with you Sir?"

I looked at this little stick insect I had gathered up and laughed. I took
him in my arms and just cuddled him as we sat in the lounge of my suite.

"No Jean, you will never have sex with me but I think I would like you to
sleep with me at night for cuddles."

He obviously thought that would be ok but I could still see the wary look
so I knew he didn't believe me. It didn't matter, time would solve that
problem and I had the feeling we would have a lot of that.

My sleep that night was as good as any I had since Salem left. I felt
totally refreshed the next morning and ordered breakfast for two to be sent
to my suite. Jean was delightful to watch. Fingers had patently been his
main utensils when eating so he had problems with all the proper cutlery. I
couldn't let his embarrassment continue so I helped him and talked while I
did so.

"This is all very confusing Jean, isn't it?"

He looked sheepishly at me and nodded.

"Please don't worry. When we get back to my palace I will ask my Major Domo
to start teaching you how to handle this new way of life."

With eyes as wide as saucers he said, "You really live in a palace, Sir?"

"Yes Jean and so will you from now on."

That piece of information had to be digested slowly. Nothing in his
existence could even begin to make this appear possible.

"We are going home tomorrow but because you have no papers and therefore no
passport you will not be able to travel openly with me. You will go to
sleep here tomorrow night and when you wake up you will be in my palace in
the Kingdom."

His eyes were so wide open they appeared to take up most of his face. I
laughed and took him into my arms for another cuddle. I thought that this
could become a very regular habit.

There were no suitable shops for me to buy more clothes for him so I left
him to watch TV in my suite while I attended the last of my meetings giving
careful instructions to one of my staff to make sure Jean was looked after.

I wasn't able to return to the suite until a few hours before we had
planned to fly home. When I did Jean was quite agitated wondering if I had
deserted him. He threw himself into my arms and cried. Through his sobbing
I gathered that he was worried for me. I calmed him down, got him a drink
that I had doctored with a strong sleeping draft and when he fell asleep in
my arms I placed him carefully in the box I had had prepared and delivered,
closed it and locked it before organising my packing and the delivery of my
cases and the box to my aircraft. Diplomatic privilege meant that the box
was put aboard without problems.
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When Jean was led into the main dining room of the palace the next morning
to join me for breakfast the look on his face made me want to cry with the
pleasure it gave me. I remembered Salem when this happened to him, but with
Jean it was even more wondrous because he was younger and far more deprived
than Salem had been.

"Good morning Jean, did you sleep well?"

"Oh yes Sir, and when I woke up I was in a huge bed with these two men
stood at the end."

Jean pointed to the two slaves I had detailed to look after him. They were
beautiful young men clad in just the loincloths that my slaves wore.

He blushed then and continued.

"They bathed me before dressing me. I was very ashamed when they touched my
private parts but they are so big and strong and I am so skinny and small
so I had to let them."

I tried not to laugh.

"You don't need to be ashamed Jean. They are your body servants and will be
looking after you. I would like you to sleep with me most nights but you
will have your own quarters and these two boys will look after you and
them."

I gave him time to absorb that while we ate breakfast. Lots of fresh fruit
mainly. Jean's skin was beautifully soft but I was going to ensure that his
diet would make improvements even on that. When we had finished I told him
I was going to town to work and that he would be in the charge of my Major
Domo for the day.

"I want you to pay attention to what he tells you Jean."

I left it at that, kissed him gently on the lips before leaving and told
him I would be back for supper.

The transformation when I returned was marvellous. He had been given a
complete makeover, his hair, body, nails, everything, so that he looked
like a young prince clad in the new clothes that had been brought out from
town for him.

We sat down for supper after I had bathed and changed.

"Have you enjoyed your day, Jean?"

Eyes like saucers again.

"Oh yes, Sir, and I have practised using knives and forks."

He was showing me how quickly he could learn by using the utensils very
efficiently.

"I have also met my tutor who is going to teach me to read and write and to
speak English and French."

He was talking and acting so self assured already I was amazed. I wondered
what amazing changes I would see in the first few months. I suppose a
little street urchin has no expectations so he was taking everything as it
came quite calmly.

That night he curled up with me and I think he was still quite surprised
that I did not want sex with him despite the fact that we were both
naked. I had him spooned into me and it felt so incredibly comfortable
having this little body so close. I told him the next morning, jokingly,
that he was my cuddle cushion because he was so soft. He told Salem that on
his next visit which made me blush, it was such an intimate thing I
thought, just between the two of us. I would have to be careful what I said
to him and remember he was only twelve.

I decided that as part of his training he would spend some time clad in a
loincloth and be treated like a slave, particularly when I had quests.

Jean's progress in etiquette and education amazed me. His tutor was English
educated so that language was spoken in an almost total immersion
environment. Jean had listened to French for so much of his life that he
picked that up very quickly as well. Learning to read and write Arabic was
more difficult for him despite it being his mother tongue.

I watched him with so much pleasure as he developed into a very graceful
and self assured young man. When he was clothed properly he very soon took
on the air of the young prince he was destined to become.

When I wanted sex I would take a mature slave to bed and on those nights
Jean would sleep in his own suite, very much in the way that Salem had. It
hardly seemed possible that had started nearly twenty years before.

I was so proud of Jean when Salem arrived for a visit bringing Shaka and
Michel with him. That first night I took Salem to bed with me to renew our
sexual bonding. He was as exquisite as ever despite being in his
thirties. Jean slept with Shaka and Michel in a sandwich. At breakfast the
next morning Jean, in wide eyed wonder told me about the size of Shaka's
penis.

"I am so pleased I am not a proper slave, Sir, if Shaka used his penis on
me I am sure he would split me in two."

What a wonderful jolly breakfast that turned out to be. Salem kept looking
at me and Jean, noticing my eyes which I guess gave me away.

I suppose Salem's unspoken words said more to me than the ones he uttered
because soon after they left I spoke to the ruler and was allowed to set
aside Jean's slave status and adopt him as my son. The transformation was
amazing. Salem had got a little above himself at times as my companion but
Jean never did even as my son. He was I realised a total delight. There
were few nights he did not sleep with me as my sexual libido decreased.

On his fourteenth birthday I took him to Paris. Time to start building his
culture, Museums and Galleries, Architecture and Theatre. From Paris to
Italy and some of the great Italian Operas at venues like La Scala, we saw
them all.

I didn't want to overload him so we went home after that.
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I watched him with some of my guests at a very formal dinner one night when
he was approaching sixteen. There were heads of state from other Emirates,
Ambassadors from major world nations and a few minor Princes. Jean was the
consummate host, summoning waiters where needed to replenish drinks if he
saw a guest with an empty glass. At dinner he sat between the wife of the
French Ambassador and an English Government Minister's wife. He was
switching to English and French with practised ease as he talked to each
one and translated for each in turn if their language failed them. The
praise heaped on him after dinner by these two ladies made me realise I had
now accomplished what I had set out to do with him when I picked him out of
the gutter of Tripoli.

The next stage of his education was going to devastate me I knew but I
thought it was necessary

"Jean, I think it would be a very good idea for you to sit the English
education certificate exams and then go to school in England for two years
to obtain your advance certificates."

I had bitten the bullet and that was how I approached it at breakfast a few
mornings after his greatest success.

He looked shattered.

"Are you fed up with me then, Father."

I just got out of my chair, walked round the table and knelt beside him. I
kissed him quite passionately and said.

"No my Son, this decision is breaking my heart but I think completing your
education is important."

"Can't I complete it here with tutors the same as I have been doing?"

"Yes Jean, you could, but the main reason for sending you away is so that
you can mix with, and interact with boys of your own age and disposition."

His arguments lasted over several days until in frustration I forbade him
bringing up the subject again.  When we went to England to enrol him in his
new school I realised I had been with this boy for four years and that he
was the dearest human being in my life.

He wouldn't cry when I left him but I am sure he did later.

The reports I got weekly were all very positive, despite having no peers to
base his development on he had absorbed his new culture and was a popular
student. For some reason totally bemusing me he had taken to hockey and was
an aggressive and effective attacking forward responsible for many of his
team's successes.

His first half term and he was hot foot for the kingdom and a week with
me. It was marvellous to have him home. I spoilt him of course taking him
to Dubai for a couple of days and spending far too much money on him. We
tried the new Ski slope there and Jean loved it.

"Oh Papa this is fantastic. Can we go Skiing at Christmas? I know some of
my class mates are going, perhaps we can stay in the same resort as them."

I bit the bullet then to see how far apart we had become in just seven
short weeks.

"I don't think it is my thing Jean, but we can get you booked in and let
one of your friend's parents take responsibility for you."

His shoulders slumped a little but he straightened them up again when he
spoke to me.

"No, it isn't important. I would sooner be with you than anywhere else in
the world."

I grinned at him.

"I'm sorry my Son, that was wicked of me. I just wanted to see if you had
got fed up with me. Of course we can go. Get as many details as you can
from your friends and we'll book a chalet for the holidays. We can learn
together."

He forgot where we were and threw himself into my arms to give me a very
passionate kiss. I laughed and told him he would get us arrested if he did
that very often. He looked round and blushed as he realised how many people
were looking at us.

"I'm sorry Papa."

People that heard his comment applauded us and with both of us grinning we
both bowed to our audience.

An expatriate father and son were stood near us and the father said to me.

"I wish my son showed as much affection to me as yours does to you."

The boy was similar age to Jean, who looked at him and said.

"My father loves me to show affection to him and I love him so much it is
easy to do after the first time."

The boy blushed scarlet but went up to his father, kissed him gently on the
lips and said, "I do love you Dad, thank you for everything."

That was it, we had company for dinner that night and it looked likely the
same company during our ski holiday.

I suppose this was something else I had to thank Salem for. He had always
been a very affectionate companion and lover.

My life was suddenly taking many new avenues that were strange to me but I
had to admit they were keeping me young. Salem had commented how happy and
obviously in love I was when he had last seen me at the palace looking at
Jean and that I guess was what this was all about. I was a gay man enjoying
fatherhood. I started to wonder about Jean's sexuality. He had certainly
grown into a very handsome young man. I was so proud of the way he carried
himself and behaved. He was everything I could wish for but he had never
shown any interest in the male slaves in the palace, some of whom were
stunningly handsome and I had never noticed him showing particular interest
in any of the females that crossed our path. I knew there was nothing wrong
with his machinery because he had regular medicals at my insistence. The
doctor told me that Jean had a very high sperm count so he would make
babies very easily. Father/son talk had emphasised that fact to him so that
he would always practice safe sex.

He went back to school and I went back to work making sure I cleared
everything before the holidays so that I could enjoy two weeks of skiing
with Jean. It was there that his sexuality showed, and shocked me. He not
very subtly made a play for one of his friend's father. It was embarrassing
for both of us but I had to say something. We had a beautiful chalet close
to the town and the ski lifts and I had invited the father and son we met
at the Dubai ski slope. I took Jean to our room after skiing one afternoon
and sat him down on the bed.

"You have done nothing but make me proud of you Jean from the day I picked
you up in Tripoli so this embarrasses me. You are making it far too obvious
that you would like Michael's father to take you to bed. If you are going
after older men you must be much more subtle about it and find out if they
have any interest in you sexually. I can tell you, Allan is a straight man,
you will get nothing from this flirtation except heartache and
embarrassment."

Jean looked down and when he could look at me again I noticed he was
blushing and was fighting to hold back the tears.

"I'm sorry Papa, I have known the love of the most wonderful man in the
world for almost five years. I feel that I am ready for a sexual
relationship now but the only person I really want to make love to me is
out of my reach so I suppose I am trying for a substitute."

I staggered and sat down hard. The boy that I had said I would never have
sex with was making it very clear that he wanted to. We still went to bed
together, always naked and always with Jean spooning into me. I had seen
him with an erection, and he me but I don't think I had ever thought about
sex in his presence and I had never noticed his eyes telling me what his
words just had, so, it was a total shock.

I got up, moved across the room and sat next to him on the bed. I took him
in my arms and gently kissed him all over his face.

"My beautiful Son, I love you so much, but this. I don't know what to
say. How long have you known?"

"I think for a long time but it was while I was fooling around with Toy in
the pool while you and Salem sat watching us that our conversation made me
realise. Toy told me how much Salem loved and respected you for all the
wonderful years he had been your lover but he said he was never jealous
because Salem loved him so much and showed him often. I realised then that
I wanted you to love me like that."

What on earth was I going to do? I remembered Salem's comment when he saw
how much I loved Jean and told him about our relationship.

"I can see that Mohammed, I knew you didn't want him for sex, he is much
too small", and we had laughed, but now Jean was not too small. Quite the
reverse, he was a very well endowed young man, but he was my son, not by
blood but by choice which made our relationship even more precious. How
could I possibly turn our relationship on its head and make love to him? I
was lost, whatever decision I made would change our relationship. I didn't
think I wanted carnal knowledge of this boy, but if I did how would that
change the way we perceived each other. For me it was a monumental problem.
It wasn't solved that holiday, but we did have long talks some evenings if
we excused ourselves early. I openly discussed gay sex with Jean. I told
him how I used to make love to Salem and some of the incredible orgies I
had organised with Salem, Michel and Shaka. I always emphasised the loving
ones, not any where I had been a bit evil. It was quite obvious by the time
I returned him to school in England and left for the kingdom that I would
have to do some serious heart searching and make a decision on our future
conduct by the time he came home for his next half term.

Jean telephoned me several times a week and wrote long letters to me as
well. The tone between the two of us gradually became less father and son
and more good friends. I realised he had engineered a lot of this with the
intention of making it easier for us to change our previous roles. I was
still very unsure of taking this huge step. Age wise he was perfect for me,
I loved boys in their late teens, I always had. Salem had lasted so long as
my lover because even now, in his late thirties he still looked like a much
younger man. I was amazed really because his terrible ordeal in India
should have destroyed his beautiful skin.

It was while thinking about Salem that the idea hit me. Talk to him. He had
grown wise and still loved me so he would look at it more dispassionately
than me but with the knowledge of my character and love for Jean.

His advice was short and to the point.

"It is a huge step to take Mohammed, but if Jean loves you so much that he
wants it to become sexual I think you should try it. The alternative may
well be that he makes desperate attempts to secure a mature lover that ends
up getting him into trouble and will at best only be a substitute for what
he really wants."

I hadn't thought of that but Salem had so much experience guiding members
of his inner circle. Pierre was a huge credit to his guidance, Toy was so
relaxed and comfortable around him and the whole of Michel's family
appeared to worship him so he had to be doing something right.

With great trepidation I awaited the return of my son.


The beautiful relationship gets even better in the second part.