Date: Sun, 4 Oct 2009 10:59:03 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Arabian Nights - Mohammed and Jean's Story Pt.2

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			 Mohammed and Jean's Story
				  Part 2
			    The Maturing Years
				     
It was only seven weeks since I had seen him but he appeared much more
mature, and older. He was nearly seventeen but I would guess full grown
now, maybe he would fill out a little more but presently he looked very
handsome. His kiss when he greeted me was as passionate as I had come to
expect.

"Don't you think you are a little old to be kissing me on the lips still?"

I was trying to look serious and he picked up on it. Tilting his head
slightly and with laughter in his eyes he replied.

"Well, yes, you are probably right Papa. Or you would be if I didn't love
you so much and if you weren't the sexiest man on the planet."

We were both laughing as we walked together arm in arm to the salon.

"So young man, what are we going to do for your holiday?

"Can I drive down to Dubai for a couple of days to get in some Skiing? I
will get terribly rusty if I have no practice until we can get to the
slopes again. It would be lovely if you could come with me as well. We can
even go on a daily basis so that we can be here if you are needed and just
sneak off if you aren't."

He had obviously thought about this.

"We can manage that I'm sure. What else would you like to do?"

Now he looked embarrassed and I knew I was in for trouble.

"I would like to lay in bed some mornings being made love to by the most
wonderful man I know."

I'm sure my voice was strained but I tried to relax.

"I think that might be arranged, but understand we are going to have to
take this slowly Jean and see how it goes. Both of us stand the chance of
being hurt by this."

Tears had seldom been a feature in this boy's life as he grew up, he had an
idyllic upbringing after he came to live with me but now they appeared and
he whispered.

"Thank you Papa, we will be careful, but I know it is going to be the most
wonderful experience of my life."

This would have to be the most perfect lovemaking I had ever indulged
in. The happiness of two people depended on it.

That night we went to bed early, nothing different to normal in our
actions. We showered and cleaned our teeth as always. Because I had no
intention of indulging in anal intercourse this first time I didn't do
anything about enemas or lubricants.

When we were in bed I rolled him onto his back and came up on one elbow
alongside him to look at him. He had been at his school for a term and a
half during which time a combination of things had wrought a great change
in him. Firstly he was now a man, not a boy. Secondly, the last spurt of
his natural growth, coupled with his exercise and gym time had developed
his body further making for a very pleasing sight. He had the beautiful
olive skin of the North African Arab a slim but well muscled body and legs
with a more than adequate set of genitalia. His fine facial bone structure
now, in maturity, had turned him into an incredibly handsome young man. If
he weren't my son I'm sure I would be rampantly erect all the time I was
around him. As it was, my penis sat inert which could only become a problem
unless it stood up for itself. Although this first time I hoped that I
would just be showing Jean how much I loved him.

Fortunately that was how it worked out. I was concentrating so hard on
pleasuring his body that I never got an erection. I wasn't used to having
to be good in what was basically a passive role but I brought Jean to the
most amazing orgasm using my tongue and lips, mainly, on his genitalia. My
fingers had found several other erogenous regions so I knew that next time
I could make it even better. I was satisfied knowing that I could not have
done better. Jean patently felt the same, he was crying softly as he came
back to this planet.

"Oh Papa, I love you so much. I never believed that being made love to
would be this wondrous. Please, next time will you enter me and make me
yours to all eternity?"

I gulped. I had not even had an erection and this beautiful boy wanted me
to penetrate him. He was going to be the death of me if he continued like
this.

We went skiing the next day and with both of us being a little rusty we
were aching by the time we returned to the palace, quite late. I summoned
my masseuse and both of us had long hot showers before taking a good
massage. We fell into bed then too exhausted to think about sex.

The following day I had to work and Jean said he would remain at the palace
for the day and just swim and relax by the pool. I knew that this meant I
would be making love to him properly the next night.

(We did, and I'm sorry Salem but my son was so exquisite to make love to
and to pleasure me that you, at last, have to take second place.)

He knew it was going to happen, the same as I did, but during the evening
he appeared very relaxed and was quite bubbly reciting anecdotal tales of
his weeks away from me. He had fooled around with a class mate who was
nowhere near as self assured as Jean and how he recited the tale of their
mutual jack off session had me rolling with laughter.

"Of course, Papa, it was only playing and I have no intention of letting it
go any further, but it was fun, particularly the first tentative touch of
his fingers on my shaft."

Then he giggled and that set me off again.

"Tonight though Papa there will be nothing tentative about my touch when I
take your love stick in my hand and my mouth."

That was a jolt to my system and I stopped laughing to look at him.

"I am going to be allowed to aren't I Papa?"

He was obviously still unsure that the love making was going to happen.

"Yes my Son, We are going to take each other to heaven tonight."

His look of love almost made me stop breathing.

"Can we go to bed now then Papa, I want us to take a long time to love each
other."

I couldn't bring myself to give him an enema but I wanted him to have one
just in case, this first time had to be perfect. I called one of his body
slaves to do it, but in my bathroom while I finished readying the
bedroom. There were hoots of laughter so I knew my decision had been
correct, Sasha had been Jean's servant since he arrived at the palace. When
he came through to the bedroom he was grinning.

"Oh my Papa, that was exciting and the douche nozzle isn't much thicker
than my finger. Whatever is your wonderful appendage going to feel like?"

I tried to look serious.

"It will almost certainly hurt a great deal, I am sure you will not want it
again."

That was a wasted effort, he just grinned at me again.

I thought I was going to take charge of this love making but after just a
few kisses Jean pushed me gently on to my back and started to work down my
body. I was still flaccid, but not him, I could see his wonderfully erect
penis straining to get out of his skin. He played with my nipples for a
little while, kissing and nibbling them. It was very erotic and I loved the
sensations, but I remained resolutely soft. This now began to worry me, I
was sure Jean would be monumentally hurt if I could not get an erection for
him. By the time he reached my penis I thought he would look at me with a
hurt expression but I guess youth is not easily deterred when they have set
out on a course of action.

Jean licked my flaccid member at the same time as one hand took my ball sac
and started to caress and roll it round in his palm. A few minutes of that
and one soft cock was beginning to realise it liked what was being done to
it and started to grow. Once started it revelled in the attention it was
getting and became as rock hard as Jean's. He looked up at me and grinned,
at the same time sliding round so that we could 69. That was it for me, no
more hesitation, I became my usual assured self. The next half an hour it
was a case of I do, Jean follow. Everything I did to his genitals he did to
mine. It was wonderful to see this beautiful boy respond so urgently to my
touch. When I started to penetrate him with a finger he moved his upper leg
to give me better access while he continued to play with me. While I licked
and kissed his rosebud and each perfect cheek I was stroking quite firmly
just behind his ball sac while still playing with his cock and balls. He
loved it.

"Oh, Papa, that feels amazing."

I grinned, now he was mine to do with as I pleased, perhaps he always had
been.

When I had him taking all five of my digits without a problem I swivelled
round and gave him a very passionate kiss.

"I'm going to enter you now Jean. Once I am over your sphincter I will keep
still until you tell me the pain is gone."

He nodded as the happy tears appeared in his eyes.

"Thank you Papa," was said so softly I only just heard him.

I lubed my penis and pushed some lube gently into him before I took his
legs and pushed them back and wide as I pushed my glans up against his
rosebud. I watched it stretch and then my glans was in. Jean gasped but
moved his hands to my hips to hold me in place, not push me away. We looked
each other squarely in the eyes and I could see the understanding of what
was happening to him. The pain went quite quickly and he smiled at me as he
said, "Please feed me some more Papa."

I played with him and leant forward to kiss him several times as I slowly
fed him more of my penis until he had it all. Watching him, and his
reactions to my actions, kept me fascinated for ages otherwise I know I
would have disgraced myself by cumming too quickly. He was absolutely the
most incredible human being. His eyes were talking to me almost. Patently
sensitive to every touch externally, so he was inside. I tried varying my
entry as much as possible and it showed, when I thought he was getting too
complacent with the gentle slow approach I gave him a few very fast entries
to shake him. Eventually he started keening and then he started spewing cum
everywhere as his orgasm took control of his body. I sped up then to join
him and he kept orgasming until I was finished mine. I had never seen so
much cum.  I didn't pull out after my orgasm, I just rolled onto my side
taking him with me. He quickly wrapped his legs round my waist so that he
could keep me pulled into him as I went soft. We lay looking at each other,
our eyes only inches apart. I watched for reaction for what seemed ages but
was probably only a few minutes. His eyes refocused and he started to
smile, a boyish smile, shy, unsure and then he spoke.

"Thank you Papa. I never came even close to imagining it would be this
good. I love you so much."

That was when I realised I had been incredibly tense, I had never wanted to
be a great lover more than I did this night and apparently I had achieved
it. I leant in and kissed him more passionately than I had ever kissed
anyone, and then we slept.

It was after midnight when I woke to the feel of something rubbing me
softly. I opened my eyes and Jean was washing my stomach and my genitals to
get rid of all his and my cum. He just smiled when he noticed me watching
him, finished, he climbed back into bed, spooned into me and was asleep
again almost immediately.

The next morning I had to fight really hard not to hoot with laughter at
the way he treated me. I would have to go back five years to emulate the
same shy awkward way he pussyfooted round me until I put him at ease.

"You realise you have now given me a monumental problem my Son?"

He looked downcast and said very softly, "I'm sorry Papa."

Then I had to laugh, but only gently as I continued.

"I will never want to make love to anyone but you now for the remainder of
my life. You were without any doubt the most incredible lover I have ever
had."

The change in his demeanour was instant. The eyes opened wide and shone
with happiness as he confirmed what I had said by my eyes and expression.

I never did make love to anyone else. I had been truly blessed with two
exquisite lovers in my life, Salem, who I still loved dearly and now my
adopted son Jean who wanted nobody but me.

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I hope you enjoyed this, I don't think there are any other characters from
my book that can be expanded on, except possibly David Barrette, Justin's
father. I shall have to see.