Date: Sun, 25 Aug 2013 16:29:12 -0500
From: Jim 002 <jim002@outlook.com>
Subject: New Story Aziz

                              Aziz
                      By jim002@outlook.com
              Copyright 2013 by jim002@outlook.com

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                               One
   My Mom was an administrative assistant at an oil company. One
night she told me she had a date with a man from work.
   "His name is Aziz Aboud. He moved here from Libya. He's a
bigwig with the company."
   "Oh, wow! Do you have to wear a veil?" I asked, smiling.
   "No. He is not religious. No veil and no head scarf."
   "Oh."
   "He saw a picture of you and he is eager to meet you."
   I wondered and worried about that.
   "What does he look like?"
   "He's gorgeous. Don't make me fight you for him."
   We both laughed. I'm gay and fortunately, Mom is fine with
it.
   At six-thirty, the doorbell rang.
   "Will you get that? Tell him I will be ready in a couple of
minutes."
   "OK."
   I opened the front door and stared. Mom was right! He was a
hunk! He had black hair, a thick moustache, and I could see his
arms were very hairy and the hair from his chest peeked out above
his T-shirt in front. He was in great shape.
   "You must be Joe," he said, in a heavy accent.
   I held the door open.
   "Please come in Mr. Aboud."
   "Please call me Aziz."
   I smiled.
   "Mom is almost ready."
   "That's good. It will give us a chance to get to know each
other."
   He looked at my crotch and I glanced down and saw I was
stiff. I must have turned red. He laughed. We walked into the
living room and sat.
   "Can I get you something to drink?"
   "No. Thank you, Joe."
   He smiled at me and I felt like melting. Aziz was the
handsomest man I ever saw.
   "You must have many girls chase you, Joe."
   I stared at him.
   "Must I?"
   He laughed.
   "Only if you want them. Actually, your mother told me you are
gay."
   I was so embarrassed I wanted to run far away. A stranger, a
perfect stranger, knew something very personal about me. I'm sure
I turned red again. Then I worried. Didn't Moslems stone
homosexuals? I wasn't sure, but I know they were mostly not gay-
friendly.
   "Does my being gay bother you? I know Moslems-"
   "I moved here to get away from those things. It doesn't
bother me a bit. Do you have a boyfriend?"
   I shook my head.
   "There is no need to be embarrassed. By the way, I am very
flattered that you, um, seem to find me attractive."
   I closed my eyes again. I was so embarrassed. He was talking
about my erection.
   I took a deep breath and tried to change the subject.
   "Do you have any kids, Aziz?"
   "No. I have never been married. I would like them.
   "Joe?" Mom called.
   I got up quickly and went into her bedroom.
   "I can't find my other earing, Joe!"
   "I haven't seen it." I looked around on her dressing table,
but didn't see it. "Could it have fallen into the sofa? I mean
under a cushion. Things have a way of ending up there."
   "Good idea. I'll check. Ask Aziz to show you his new car
while I look for the earing."
   "OK."
   I walked back into the living room.
   "She'll be a minute. Will you show me your car?"
   "Certainly!" he said, standing.
   We walked outside and I saw a new SUV. It was big and nice.
He opened the driver door and I looked inside. While I was
peering in, I felt his hand on my back. I got hard-or harder,
anyway-instantly. He rubbed my back briefly before moving his
hand slowly down my back until it was on my butt. He rubbed my
butt. I looked at him.
   "Does that bother you?"
   "No, Aziz."
   "I hoped you would welcome my touch. Would you like me to
remove my hand?"
   "No, Aziz."
   "That's good, Joe."
   He squeezed my butt lightly. I gulped. Was he making a pass
at me? It sure seemed that way, but what did I know about Libyan
customs? I was afraid of making assumptions about him. I looked
around to make sure no one was looking. I didn't see anyone.
   "I was worried you wouldn't like me because I'm gay."
   He laughed.
   "Why, because of religion?"
   "Yes."
   "Well, I am glad you are gay, Joe. You probably wouldn't let
me do this, if you weren't. And I am enjoying it."
   I smiled at him.
   He reached around with his other hand and groped me. He felt
my erection and I gasped. He had one hand on my butt and the
other on my dick.
   "Does that bother you?"
   "No, Aziz."
   He pulled that hand back.
   "Now that is very good to hear. If I begin dating your
mother, I will want to spend a great deal of time with you. Just
the two of us."
   "Why me?"
   "You are a very good-looking young man, Joe."
   "Thank you. I think you are the handsomest man I've ever
seen."
   He grinned.
   "Do you really?"
   I nodded.
   He grinned. Then he squeezed my butt again.
   I gulped.
   "And do you think you would enjoy spending time alone with
me?"
   "I would love it."
   "And you will let me do this?" he asked as he squeezed my
butt.
   I nodded and he grinned.
   "How often, Joe?"
   "Whenever you want."
   He smiled.
   "And what else, Joe? What else would you let me do?"
   I gulped again.
   "I think anything you want."
   "Oh, Joe." He grinned and I saw his very white teeth
contrasting with his tanned face. "That is exactly what I hoped
to hear from you. All my life, that is all I have wanted."
   I stared at him. "Anything you want is all you ever wanted?"
   He laughed. "It's not too much to ask is it?" I smiled at
him. He certainly was charming. Charming and handsome.
   I looked over and saw his crotch. The outline of his erection
was visible. It was big! I gasped.
   He looked down and laughed.
   "Don't let him scare you." Then he whispered, "He will never
hurt you. He likes you too much. Would you like to see him
sometime?"
   I gulped again and nodded.
   "Are you certain?"
   "Yes, I think so."
   "Well, if you aren't certain, maybe we shouldn't."
   "No! I'm sure! I'm certain!"
   He grinned at me.
   "I will make sure you get many chances. Would you like that?"
   "Yes. I'm certain I would like that."
   He grinned.
   "Very good."
   He was still squeezing my butt and rubbing it.
   "Should I stop?"
   "No."
   "Oh. I am glad. I am enjoying it. Are you?"
   I closed my eyes. My dick was so hard it hurt.
   "Yes, Aziz. I love it."
   "I will tell you a secret."
   I opened my eyes and looked at him.
   "I need your mother to have my children, but I need you, too,
Joe. Do you understand?"
   "Not exactly."
   Aziz stood up.
   "I am bisexual, Joe. Look at the effect you have on me." I
did and gulped. "I am very pleased that I have the same effect on
you. We can give each other a great deal of pleasure."
   I looked at him and then at his crotch again. His erection
looked like it was about to explode out of his pants. I wanted to
reach out and feel it, but I didn't think I should. Someone might
see.
   "Do you want it, Joe?"
   "God, yes! Yes!"
   He grinned. "I want you to have it, Joe. I want your mother
to bear my children, but I also want to give you what you want. I
want to make love to you, Joe. And not just once. Do you
understand now?"
   "You want both of us."
   "Yes."
   I nodded.
   "How does that sound to you?"
   "It sounds wonderful to me, but I don't know how Mom will
feel about it."
   "Leave her to me. If I cannot make my wife happy, I don't
deserve one. But I would like to have sex with you much more
often than with your mother. Would you be willing to have sex
with me every day?"
   "Oh, Aziz! Anything!"
   "Now. Sit in the passenger seat, Joe."
   He grinned at me. His white teeth practically glowed under
his thick black moustache.
   I did, and he got in the driver's seat. He took my hand and
placed it on his bulge. I squeezed his erection and we both
sighed. He chuckled at that, and I did, too.
   "Do you really want him, Joe?"
   "Oh, yes, Aziz! Very much!"
   I rubbed my fingers along the shaft.
   "If I marry your mother, you will be my lover."
   "If you want me, why are you thinking of marrying Mom?
Wouldn't another woman work just as well?"
   "I have no interest in living a gay lifestyle. To everyone
else, we will be a normal family. As I said, I want children, and
to everyone else, I will just be your stepfather. You are
eighteen and no one expects you to move away, yet. How would it
look if I was married to another woman, but you lived with us?"
   I nodded. It made sense.
   "Even were one of my brothers to visit, they would think
nothing of it. I could explain that I let you live with us
because I enjoy fucking you. As long as they did not know we were
lovers, they would think nothing of it."
   "Really?"
   "Yes. It would just make them want to fuck you. It is common
in Libya for men to fuck older boys and young men, especially
beautiful young men like you. Love is another matter, though."
   "If I was in Libya, would men like you want to fuck me?"
   Aziz laughed. "I see you are planning your next vacation! Do
you want to get fucked, Joe?"
   I looked down. I couldn't say it.
   "Answer me, please, Joe."
   I nodded.
   "Well, the cock that will fuck you is not in Libya. It
belongs to the handsomest man you ever saw. You can feel it right
now. Are you a virgin?"
   "Yes."
   Aziz groaned.
   "Regardless of what happens with your mother, I will fuck
you."
   "Thank you!"
   Aziz laughed.
   "Thank me after I fuck you, or maybe while I fuck you."
   I nodded. Lord, how I wanted him!
   Then I sighed. I remembered I would be leaving for college in
the fall. We would only have the summer together.
   "What is it? You seem sad, Joe."
   "I'm moving to Austin in August."
   "Why? School?"
   "Yes."
   "Well, you will need to change your plans. You will be my
lover. I will be counting on you to meet my needs. As I said, I
will want to have sex with you daily. How can we have sex every
day if you are in Austin?" I wondered what I should do. He put
his hand on mine. I was still groping him. "You do want that,
don't you?"
   I moaned. "Yes, Aziz! I want to suck you and I want you to
fuck me!"
   "There is no need for you to go to college."
   "I want to get a good job, Aziz!"
   He looked me in the eye, and looked thoughtful.
   "You will have a good job, taking care of my cock and making
me happy. What kind of job would you rather have?"
   I laughed nervously.
   "I can't think right now."
   "Joe, your job will be making me happy. I am quite prepared
to support you. If it is money, don't worry about that. I have
plenty. I will enjoy buying you gifts. I will give you anything
you desire, within reason."
   "So my career would be making you happy?"
   He grinned at me.
   "Do you want the job?"
   I thought about that. I had to admit, it sounded like more
fun than getting a degree in business.
   "And can you be faithful to me, Joe?"
   I looked at his handsome, sexy face.
   "I know I can be faithful. No other man could compare with
you," I said, honestly.
   He grinned and nodded.
   "I really can't picture a life when I don't have a career,
but I'm willing to try."
   "That is just fine, Joe. I know this is a big surprise to
you. Of course you are uncertain. But the lust for me is there,
and that is the important thing."
   I was still groping him. His dick was big. It felt pretty
thick. I started to worry about how much it would hurt. I was
certain it would be him fucking me.
   "What's wrong, Joe."
   "You seem really big, Aziz."
   He grinned at me.
   "Is that bad?"
   "I've never.I haven't ever.I mean, you are so big."
   "Don't worry, dearest."
   I sighed.
   "Good! This has gone very, very well! Let us go back in the
house before your mother worries."
   He pulled a card out of his pocket.
   "Here is my phone number. You can call me anytime. We can
talk. Will you call me?"
   "Yes, Aziz. Aziz, you are so handsome. You could have anyone!
Why do you want me?"
   "I like your mother, and I fell in love with you the first
time she showed me a picture of you. But we can talk on the
phone. I want to know all about you and I will tell you about me.
We must be careful now."
   I nodded. He smiled and I sighed.
   "Are you happy, Joe?"
   I smiled. "I am, Aziz. Very happy."
   We got out of his car and walked slowly back to our rent
house.
   "Could I have a picture of you?" I asked him.
   "Will you jack off to it?"
   I was ashamed to admit it.
   "I will give you a picture if you want to jack off."
   "That is why I want it."
   "Good. I don't want you thinking of other men or looking at
their cocks. Will you call me at eleven tonight, Joe?"
   I smiled at him.
   "OK, Aziz."
   "Don't fall asleep."
   I laughed. That would never happen!
   "When we get inside, take me to your room and take your
picture. I will enjoy thinking about you jacking off to my
picture while I am on my date with your mother."
   I gulped.
   We walked back to the house and Aziz had his arm around me. I
fell in love.
   Mom was ready.
   "Aziz, let me show you my room before you leave."
   Aziz winked at me.
   I walked to my room and he followed. I got my phone out and
took a few pictures. One was of his face another of his whole
body. He was still erect, and you could see it in the photo. I
took a closeup of his bulge. He grinned at me.
   "Can I get a picture of.him?"
   Aziz sighed.
   "Not yet. It is too dangerous. You will see him soon."
   "OK. Thank you, Aziz."
   He grinned at me.
   We walked back to the living room and they left.
   While they were gone, I sat in my room and wondered about
what my future would be like. He made it sound easy, but Mom was
no dummy. How would we keep it from her? And was Aziz's plan fair
to her? I didn't know the answer to that, but I was already
addicted to Aziz and I could never say no to him.
   I jacked off to his pictures, but I didn't come. I wanted to
come while I was listening to his deep voice.
   Mom got back around ten-thirty.
   "How was it?"
   "I had a great time! He is so charming! I made him swear I
would never have to wear a veil, though."
   I laughed and she did, too.
   "And he is so handsome!" Mom said.
   "He is."
   "He seems to really like you, Joe."
   "I like him. I don't know him well, of course."
   She nodded.
   "I asked him if he had a younger brother, or a nephew for
you."
   My mouth fell open.
   "Did you really?"
   "He laughed and said 'no'. Sorry!"
   She laughed and I joined in.
   "He laid his cards on the table. It shocked me, since it was
our first date, but he said it was important that I know what he
wanted. He wants a family. If things work out between us, he
would like to have two or three kids. They would be your half-
brothers or sisters."
   I nodded.
   "Do you want more kids?" I asked her.
   "I wouldn't mind. It was your father who only wanted one.
Then he divorced me and had two with the BM." Mom called the
woman Dad married the Bitch from Missouri, abbreviated BM. I had
never met either of my half-sisters. "Your opinion matters to me,
though. It matters to Aziz, too. He doesn't want you to think our
kids would take priority in his heart over you."
   "Wow!"
   "I know! It was a strange conversation, but he said he didn't
want to keep dating if he and I were heading in opposite
directions. Which makes perfect sense."
   "It does. So when is your next date?"
   "Tomorrow night. You don't mind, do you?"
   "Of course not, Mom! Like I said, I like him. If you like
him, you should definitely go. I don't think there are a lot of
men like him around."
   She nodded.
   "There aren't. Usually men who are as attractive as him are
arrogant. But Aziz just met you and he's worried about your
feelings. He's one in a million."
   I nodded.
   "Well, I'm off to bed."
   She kissed me on the cheek.
   I went around the house and locked up and turned the lights
out. Then I sat in my room next to the phone with his card in my
hand and waited for eleven o'clock. I felt guilty over the fact
that we would be cheating on Mom. It wasn't fair to her, but I
didn't want to say no to Aziz. To be honest, I don't think I was
capable of saying no to him. Not face-to-face. I wanted him too
much, and I was pretty sure my dick would always say yes. I was
going to call on the land line, but then I thought Mom might pick
up an extension. At ten fifty-nine, I dialed the number on my
cell phone.
   "Hello, Joe."
   "Hello, Aziz."
   "I am so pleased that you called. I had a good time with your
mother, but I had trouble not talking about you."
   "Oh."
   I didn't know what to say about that.
   "I told her I want children."
   "Yes, she told me."
   "How do you feel about that?"
   "You already told me you wanted them. It's between you and
Mom. If you both want them, I think you should have them."
   I thought about it for a bit.
   "Would they affect how you feel about me?"
   "No!"
   I sighed, relieved.
   "Did you jack off?"
   "Yes, but I didn't come."
   "That really pleases me, Joe."
   "I wish I had a picture of your dick."
   "I know. But believe me, you will see a great deal of him. I
told you I want sex every day.
   "Joe. I want us to get together. How about Sunday?"
   "That's fine."
   "Will you spend the day with me?"
   "Oh, Aziz!"
   "What? What, Aziz?"
   "There's nothing I want more."
   "Good, good! We both feel the same. I am still hard, Joe." I
moaned. "I wish you were here with me."
   "Oh, Aziz! I wish I was, too. I want you so much!"
   "I want you just as much, Joe. Sunday, we will spend the
whole day having sex. Would you like that?"
   "Oh, yes!"
   "Good. Joe, I want to be the only man in your body. No other
man must ever enter you. I will take your virginity, and you will
only open your legs for me. Do you agree?"
   "I will be faithful, Aziz. I want you inside me. Only you."
   "I will be inside you. Every day, if I can arrange it."
   I sighed.
   "Sunday you will be in my arms. Is that where you wish to
be?"
   "Yes, Aziz."
   "Excellent. I will wait two or three weeks to propose to your
mother. We will be a family."
   I could hardly believe it was happening.
   "I wish you could see him now, Joe. He is dripping. They are
tears of joy. I'm trying not to stroke myself. Taking care of him
is your job."
   I moaned. He chuckled.
   "Do you like your new job?"
   "Oh, god, Aziz! I can't wait to start!"
   "Then you agree not to leave for college?"
   "Yes, Aziz."
   "Oh, my dearest! You have made me so happy."
   "I'm happy, too, Aziz."
   "That is wonderful. Tell me, my love, if you were here, would
you lick him?"
   I groaned.
   "Yes!"
   "What else?"
   "I would suck on him."
   "He might shoot in your mouth."
   I groaned. "I want that"
   "Will you drink my man milk, Joe?"
   "Yes, Aziz! Yes!"
   "What else do you want, Joe?"
   "I want you inside me!"
   "I will be! My cock belongs in your body, Joe. We both know
this for certain. I will fuck you with it, and feed you my milk
with it. It will be difficult, but I want neither of us to stroke
ourselves. We should save it for each other. Will you do that?"
   "Yes, Aziz. I think I am in love with you."
   "Good. Good night, my love. Sleep well and dream of Sunday."
   "I will. Good night."
   I hung up. I turned the light off and got in bed. I was sure
I was too excited to sleep, but I was wrong.
   I woke when I heard a sound. I looked at the clock. It was
fifteen minutes after one. I heard a tapping sound. It sounded
like it was coming from a window. I got scared. I got out of bed
and picked up my baseball bat. I walked over to the window. I saw
Aziz's face. I smiled and put the bat down. I opened the window.
   "I had to see you," Aziz whispered.
   I was very glad to see him. He climbed in the window. He took
me in his arms and pressed his mouth to mine. I felt his tongue
on my lips, so I opened my mouth. His tongue went inside and
explored the inside of my mouth. While we kissed, he took my hand
and placed it on his crotch. He was hard. I felt the lump of his
erection in his pants. He slid his hand inside the back of my
pajama bottoms and rubbed his finger around my hole. I unzipped
his pants and slid my hand inside them. He pulled his hand away.
We stopped kissing and Aziz put his finger in his mouth. Then he
pushed his hand back in my pajama bottoms and pushed the finger
inside me.
   "Oh, Aziz."
   "Do you see what you do to me, Joe?"
   Unfortunately, it was dark and I couldn't see.
   "I can feel it. I wish I could see it," I whispered.
   He didn't say anything. I rested my head on his chest and he
kissed the top of my head.
   "I want to take you to my home, but I don't think that is a
good idea."
   Aziz started unbuttoning his shirt, so I pulled off my
pajamas. He sat on my bed and pulled off his shoes. He continued
undressing and when he was naked, he pulled me into his arms.
There was a little light from outside, but he basically looked
solid black. I felt his hairy, hunky body. I ran my hands over
his chest, his arms, his shoulders, his back, and his butt.
   "I love having your hands on me, my love."
   "I love touching you."
   It was dark. I couldn't see him well, but I could tell and
feel that he was very hairy.
   "You are so hairy."
   "Is that good or bad?"
   "Very good. You are so sexy, Aziz."
   "I have a man's body. I am a lusty man, Joe. I would love to
come two or three times a day. Will you help me do that?"
   "Oh, lord, yes! I want to make you come! And I love being
naked in your arms."
   "We will be like this all the time. We will spend Sunday like
this."
   He kissed me again.
   "You will not be a virgin for much longer."
   "I'm glad, Aziz."
   "Feel my balls."
   I put my hand under them and lifted them gently.
   "They are heavy."
   "Yes, my lust burns, beloved. I need your help. Will you suck
me, my love? When I leave, I want to know you are sleeping with
the taste of my seed in your mouth and a belly full of it."
   "Oh, Aziz!"
   "Will you do that?"
   "Always!"
   "And my seed?"
   "I want it! I want to drink your man milk."
   "Are you certain?"
   "Yes!"
   "Good! Dearest, it will be a treat that I give only to you,
not your mother. Every time I give you a drink, I want you to
remember that of all the people in the world, only you get it."
   "I will."
   Aziz lay down on my bed on his back. I couldn't see well, but
I climbed on the bed between his legs.
   "Take my prick. Love him with your mouth, Joe."
   I picked it up from where it rested on his belly. It was a
lot bigger than mine. I began licking it.
   "Yes, yes, lick me," Aziz murmured.
   I lapped at the head and tasted something liquid. I assumed
it was his precum, since he wasn't moaning. It tasted good. He
tasted good. I just wished I could see the handsome, sexy man in
my bed. He was just a shadow. I lapped at the head for a while,
and he produced the tasty fluid the entire time.
   "I want you to take the head in your mouth and suck on it.
Stroke me with both hands. Later, I will teach you to suck me the
way I like. For now, I just want you to make me come. I want to
give you your treat."
   "Are you sure you don't want to fuck me?"
   Aziz laughed, softly.
   "I am sure I do want to fuck you! But we need to take our
time for our first union. Sunday will be better."
   I did as he said. I did it because I wanted to. I was glad we
both wanted the same thing. The head of his dick had a velvety
texture. It felt and tasted wonderful. He moaned as I began
stroking him. I wondered what his semen would taste like. I knew
from reading that some people liked the taste while others hated
it. I figured the sperm of such a handsome man would taste good,
but he wanted me to swallow it, and I would, even if I didn't
like it. I eat Brussels sprouts, after all! The least I could do
was swallow his spunk. I ran one hand over his hairy chest and
belly. I wondered if we would ever have a chance to sleep
together. I really wanted to sleep in his arms. I let the head of
his dick slip out of my mouth.
   "Do you think we could ever sleep together?"
   "Of course, my love. As often as I can arrange it. We can go
on trips-just the two of us. Would you like that?"
   "I would love it, Aziz."
   "I will tell your mother I want to take you fishing, soon.
The only fishing you will do is inside my pants."
   I laughed.
   "How would that be?"
   "It sounds wonderful. I love what's in your pants."
   He chuckled.
   "To be honest, I think I would love doing anything with you,
Aziz."
   "It makes me happy to hear you say that, Joe. You are a dear,
sweet boy. Or young man, I should say." I smiled.
   I continued stroking him while we talked. I stroked him with
one hand and I held his balls with the other.
   "Joe, you realize I will be having sex with your mother,
don't you?"
   "Yes."
   "You must be faithful to me, even though you will be sharing
me with your mother. Can you do that?"
   "Yes, I think so."
   "And I don't want you to be jealous or resentful."
   I sighed.
   "I love Mom. I want her to be happy. She wouldn't be happy if
you never had sex with her."
   "I am glad you feel that way. It is true, of course."
   I began sucking the head of his dick again. While I sucked
and stroked, he thrust his crotch up at me. Suddenly a burst of
liquid shot out of his dick and hit the back of my mouth. We both
groaned. I swallowed it, and I was so excited, I didn't even
notice the taste. Then another burst shot out, and another. Then
another. I didn't shoot nearly as much when I came. Of course,
his balls were bigger. I swallowed several times while he tried
not to moan. I started to notice the taste. It was weird, but it
wasn't as bad as turnip greens! Finally, he started to shoot less
and less. Then it stopped. I continued sucking the head, though.
He was still as hard as ever. He pushed my head gently off him.
   "Thank you, Joe."
   "Thank you, Aziz!"
   He chuckled.
   "Did you enjoy it?"
   "I loved it!"
   He laughed.
   "Oh, beloved! You make me so happy!"
   "You make me happy, Aziz."
   He reached down and pulled me up. He pulled me against him,
my back to his chest. He took my dick in his hand and began
stroking me. His other arm was wrapped tightly around my chest. I
was in heaven. Then I thought about getting cum all over the
sheets.
   "Let me get a towel."
   "Yes."
   I got up and got a towel out of my bathroom. I took it back
to bed. I climbed in and backed up against him. He started
stroking me while he kissed the side of my head.
   "Come for me dearest. Think of my cock and how much pleasure
it can give you."
   "Oh, yes!"
   "Picture yourself under me, with my prick buried inside you."
   I groaned and came! I wasn't sure how much cum ended up on
the towel. I came hard, so it probably went all over the place.
He let go of my cock.
   "Your milk is tasty, Joe."
   I moaned. He must have licked it off his hand. He threw the
towel on the floor. Then he rolled onto my back and lay on top of
me. He kissed me while I had my arms around him. I felt so loved
and protected underneath him. We kissed for a long time, Aziz's
tongue moved less and less until it stopped. I realized he had
fallen asleep on top of me. I felt warm and safe, and fell
asleep, too.


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My other stories:
Almost Perfect
It Must be Fate
My Peculiar Life
Queer House