Date: Mon, 11 Aug 2003 02:44:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Raoul <desertson4dad@yahoo.com>
Subject: arabic dad part 3

How much kinkier can it all get? Ahmed thought as he showered himself the
next morning.  He'd heard Hussein recount his exploits with his uncle and
an arabian stallion, he'd been fucked and double fucked by his own father
and Hussein ... and as he prepared himself for the hammam, he wondered what
the hell else could possibly take place that he hadn't done or heard of?

"My son ..." Ahmed heard his father walk into the bathroom.  "Good morning,
my son ... how are you this morning?"

"Fine, father ... after last night, I can only be well."

"Good to hear it," Bashir said and opened the see through curtain of the
shower.  His morning erection was aching and when he saw the glistening
body of his own son under the shower he said, "Kneel, son ... turn off the
water and kneel for me."

Ahmed obeyed and with the water off, kneeled in front of his father's hunk
of a body and, as if he knew what was expected of him, opened his mouth to
welcome the strong powerful jet of piss that his own father was now dousing
him with.

"That's my son ..." Bashir said looking down at his own prick.  "My good
little arab boy ...I made you for me, son ... to service me, worship me
... and I'm proud of the whore you've become ..." Bashir finished and shook
off the last drops of urine on his son's head.

"Now offer your ass to me, son ... turn around and spread your cheeks open
with your hands so that I can take a good look at your cunt ..."

Ahmed did as he was told.  "Very good ... look at that gaping cunt of yours
... did you enjoy us fucking you yesterday?"

"Yes, father ..."

"You enjoyed feeling your father's shaft inside your tender body ...?

"Yes, my father, I did.  Your cock is my master ... you are my father ..."

"And?" Bashir said feeling his son's hole with one hand.

"And I love you ..."

"Very good ...I love you as well, son.  My Ahmed ..." Bashir got down on
his knees and brought his mustached mouth to the boy's cunt and ate it as
if it were a real pussy.  He recalled the female whores he'd been with in
his youth and how they spread themselves on their beds for him, knowing
that he loved to eat their cunts.  Stick his nose or his tongue inside
their wet clits and then lap up their juices like a thirsty dog.  But
nothing compared with the erotic sensation of this somewhat forbidden act
of taking your own son's hole for your pleasure.  There was a word for this
in the Western world, he knew.  This was taboo for them... but not here.
Here, father and son sex was an all too frequent practice and Bashir saw no
reason for him to be deprived of his son's sexy, slender almost hairless
body.

After eating him, he simply stood up and penetrated the boy and fucked him
for a good ten minutes.  He was about to cum, when Hussein silently walked
in and, standing behind Bashir, placed his hands on the father's hips and
penetrated him as well.  Three arabs fucking in the morning.

"But do not spend yourselves," Hussein said as he withdrew his lengthy
shaft from Bashir.  "You, Bashir, keep your sperm.  So will I.  We have a
big day in front of us.  As for you Ahmed ... prepare yourself, prepare
your hole and your body for us ...and for the others."

Because the 'others' Hussein was referring to were about fifty arabic men
laying around with either a skimpy towel thrown over their cocks or naked,
on the tiled, wet floor of the dripping hammam.  Men of all sorts - though
all arabic - where present.  Young boys and older men, fleshy men, well
toned bodies, short and tall ... all there to enjoy what was simply another
day at the hammam.

Ahmed had never been to one and when the three walked in, only Bashir and
Hussein had a towel tightly wrapped around their waists.  Hussein had
insisted that Ahmed be naked for the others to see.

When they walked in, Hussein was greeted by almost everyone - the boys and
the men alike.  He nodded hello a few times here and there and led Bashir
and Ahmed to the center of the hammam by the main fountain.  Hussein sat
down on the edge of the fountain and pulled Ahmed next to him.

"Clean me," he said.  "Use your father's towel and bathe me ..."

Bashir gave his son the towel and, dipping it into the warm water, Ahmed
was now at the saudi's feet washing him, cleaning him. When the boy stood
up to do the man's chest, Hussein placed a hand on Ahmed's ass and started
to fondle the boy for all to see.  Murmurs of approval could be heard here
and there from the other men and Bashir, watching his son serve Hussein,
also watched as other younger boys started to service older men.  Firm
young asses with sprightly bouncing cocks moving about.  And then men, with
their older, marked hands, engulfing these asses in their hands, making
sure that the boys did not leave their sides.  But all had their eyes on
the massive hunk, Hussein.  All watched as he was being cleaned by the boy
and as his erection slowly, patiently grew.

When Ahmed was finished, Hussein picked the boy up in his arms and laid him
on the floor, laying his very own body on top of him, hiding him, almost,
from the rest.

"Witness..." he said to the others and taking his rod in his hand, he led
it to the boy's hole and slid it inside slowly.  When Hussein's balls
finally met the boys ass, he picked him up off the floor, with the boy's
legs wrapped around his waist.

Ahmed and Hussein kissed deeply and Ahmed leaned his body backwards as
Hussein held his back with one hand and caressed his smooth chest with the
other.

"Witness ..." Hussein repeated.  "Witness this boy and see how he has
become a man ..."

Ahmed let out a loud moan as Hussein started to thrust his cock in and out
of the boy.  What strength, thought Bashir. Holding my son with one arm,
fondling him with the other, and fucking him ...

Hussein moved to Bashir and, when the boy's upside down head met with his
father's cock, he took it in his mouth and dutifully sucked it.

What more than this?  Ahmed thought again.  The massive cock inside his
body, his father's shaft in his mouth ... what more?

What more?  Fifty or so horny arabs in a hammam could no remain inactive at
the sight before them.

Bashir was the first to feel a mouth on his ass.  The flesh of his cheeks
being chewed upon, licked at.  His feet, then, were also being worshipped
by a young boy ... and his chest, his nipples attracted three men his age.
Finally, his mouth ... a bigger man than him stood behind him and pulling
his head backwards, plunged his hot tongue into Bashir's mouth.

Hussein was obviously not disregarded.  he had more mouths working his body
and his ass than he had ever had before ...practically not an inch of his
skin was left dry as he continued to fuck Ahmed's ass.

Ahmed, still caught in between his father and Hussein's cocks, was
obvlivious to the men around him, masturabting as they caressed his smooth
young body ...


And it was clear to all present that the dominant male of the hungry, honry
pack of arabs was Hussein.

He had broken in more men and boys than any other present.  Even the
adolescents, with their modern rap/gangster attitude who defied Hussein to
touch them - even them he had broken in, slapping their yearning faces with
his cock until they begged for it.  "I'll give you something to rap about,
cunt! Now suck my cock before I pummel your fucking face into the ground!
Open your arab pussy for me, or I'll go and fetch your father and fuck him
on the street!  You!  Lick my feet, you pathetic fuck, and make love to
them before I kick it in!"

He knew how to talk to 'men'.  He knew how to make them real men.  And for
Hussein, a real man was one who could accept submission as well as
dominance.

There was only one man in Cairo whom Hussein had never approached.  Only
one man who never came to the baths, or the prayers.  Only one man whom
everyone respected and feared because of the innate dominant authority his
body exhaled.  Omar, the blacksmith.  And no pun intended, Omar was black.
Pitch black. He was about 8 feet tall, a true giant, compared with Hussein,
and had a greatly developed body due to his work.  Large hands, big feet,
thick black thighs, firm muscular square ass and a cock ... well, his cock,
no one had ever seen.  But everyone had imagined or jacked off to.

And amidst this now wild orgy that was happening at the hammam, no one had
noticed Omar walk in but every one was aware that there was something
different: it was as if a huge shadow had overtaken the hammam.

One by one, the men stopped kissing.  Stopped fucking the boys, stopped
rimming each other ... one by one, each arab simply stood there and watched
as Omar walked to the main fountain.  Bashir's mouth dropped when he saw
the naked black man approach them.

The circumcised cock Omar had must have been at least a foot long, if not
more, for it dropped down to the man's knee, swaying back and forth as he
walked.  When Omar reached the fountain, both Ahmed and Bashir watched as
Hussein turned to look at the black god.

"Omar ... finally ... you have given in," Hussein spoke, unintimidated by
the man's presence.

But Omar said nothing.  He simply walked up to Hussein and let a powerful
jet of urine fall on on Hussein's feet and his own.  When he was through,
he nodded for Hussein to get down on the floor.

Obviously, he wanted to arab to lick the urine up off his feet.

But Hussein simply turned around and just as he was about to walk away,
Omar place a large black hand on his shoulder and pushed Hussein forward.
The latter fell on the floor on his stomach and before he had the chance to
get up, Omar kicked his ass, quite literally, so that Hussein's crotch was
again loving the tiled floor.

And what probably happened very quickly, seemed to occur in slow motion as
everyone present watched: Omar walked over to Hussein, sat on the man's ass
and, holding his enormous erection with one hand, took the tip of his shaft
and slid it along Hussein's crack. He slapped Hussein's head a few times to
keep him silent and then without the slightest effort, dipped his cock into
the arab's beautiful round ass and penetrated him.

The law of the jungle, perhaps.  Survival of the fittest.  There is always
someone stronger than you and there is always someone weaker than you.

And perhaps the one most interested in the scene before him was Bashir.  As
he fingered his son's hole intensely while watching the black man fuck the
arab, his mouth was salivating at the idea of fucking Hussein as well.

As a matter of fact, every man and boy who'd been 'enslaved' by the saudi
had the exact same fantasy.