Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 07:42:57 -0500
From: Jim 002 <jim002@outlook.com>
Subject: Aziz Chapter Two

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

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                               Two
   I woke up. Aziz was getting up.
   I sat up.
   "We fell asleep," he said. "It was dangerous. Your mother
might have found me here."
   "I loved, it, Aziz."
   "Oh, Joe."
   He kissed me.
   "I love you, Aziz."
   "Dearest, I love you, too. But we must be very careful when
we make love. We were not careful tonight."
   I nodded.
   "I loved being under you."
   He stroked my cheek.
   "It is where you belong. We both know this. I will tell you
something. When your mother showed me a picture of you, my prick
woke up and said, `He's the one.' From that point on, I had to
meet you. And you were so eager to get to know me and to see him.
He somehow knew."
   I reached out for his dick.
   "Can I suck you again before you go? I can't taste your cum
anymore."
   He rubbed his fingertip over my bottom lip.
   "You want your treat again? Did you like the taste?"
   "I guess I must. I want more."
   "I am very glad. It pleases me that you enjoy it. As I said,
only you will be allowed to drink from my balls."
   He lay down on his back again, and I got between his legs. I
licked his dick from the base to the tip for a while.
   "Very, very nice, Joe."
   I was encouraged. Then I licked the head thoroughly. I really
wished I could see it better. I could taste his juice, and I
wanted more. I began sucking him the same way before; stroking
with my hands and sucking on the head. I sucked him for several
minutes.
   "Ah," Aziz said, as his cum shot into my mouth. I swallowed
it, and decided I liked the taste. I loved having his cock in my
mouth. By the time I had swallowed the last of his spunk, his
dick was getting soft. I let it slip from my mouth.
   He just lay there on the bed. I wondered if something was
wrong. Then I wondered if he fell asleep. Finally, he sighed.
   "That was wonderful, Joe. I don't know if I can wait until
Sunday. What are your plans for tomorrow-I mean today."
   "I don't have any. Even if I did, I would cancel anything to
be with you."
   "That is how I feel, also. I want to be with you more than
anything. Can you meet me at Westchester Park at ten o'clock?"
   "Yes."
   "What will you tell your mother?"
   "I'll tell her I'm going bike riding. I like to ride to the
lake on Saturdays. She won't think anything of it."
   "Good. You ride a bike all the way to the lake?"
   "It's only thirty miles."
   Aziz chuckled. "OK."
   Aziz got out of bed and started dressing.
   "Are you going to fuck me today?"
   "Yes. Are you eager, or scared?"
   "Both."
   He pulled me into his arms. He didn't have his shirt on. He
was quite a bit taller than me and I loved that. I rested my
cheek against his hairy chest. I sniffed deeply and smelled him.
   "I will not hurt you, Joe."
   "It will hurt unless we spend hours stretching me. I don't
want to wait hours. I don't want to wait minutes."
   "I know, dear one. We will both be complete when my cock is
buried inside you. But I do not wish to hurt you. I was fucked
when I was fifteen and I remember the pain."
   "Did you want to be fucked?"
   "No."
   "Well, I do. And I want you to do it. I want it, Aziz."
   "We both do. You are probably right about the pain. If I had
been in love with the man, I would not have minded."
   "Who fucked you?"
   "An uncle."
   "I wish I had an uncle," I said, without thinking.
   Aziz laughed.
   "You don't need an uncle. You have me. I will keep you well-
fucked."
   "That's true. And there is no way an uncle could be as
handsome as you."
   Aziz thrust his tongue into my mouth. While I sucked on it, I
wondered how much it would hurt when he thrust his dick into me.
   He pulled away and I sighed.
   "You do not wish to stop?"
   "No, Aziz. It's silly, but I will miss you terribly."
   "Oh, dearest one. I love you."
   He hugged me.
   "I must go. I will see you at ten."
   He opened the window and climbed out. I put my pajamas back
on.
   "Joe?" I heard Mom call.
   I walked over to the door and opened it.
   "What's all the noise?" she asked.
   I didn't know what to say.
   "There was some kind of animal at the window. It was dark. I
finally told it to shoo."
   She nodded.
   "Probably a raccoon."
   She kissed me.
   "Good night."
   "Nite, Mom."
   I got in bed. I felt bad about lying to her, but I couldn't
tell her the truth. I guessed I would spend the rest of my life
lying to her. I definitely wasn't looking forward to that. As I
lay there, the excitement of being with Aziz got overwhelmed by
guilt about being dishonest. If I felt that guilty about one lie,
how would I cope with an entire life of lying? I must have lay
there an hour before falling asleep.

   I woke and got up. Once I was dressed, I went into the
kitchen where Mom was scrambling eggs. I still felt terribly
guilty. I decided I couldn't lie to her.
   "Mom, I didn't tell you last night, but I think I have a
crush on Aziz."
   She turned to me. She looked very serious.
   "I can understand that, Joe. I'm surprised, but I shouldn't
be. He's nice and he's very good looking."
   She sighed.
   "It makes it complicated, though."
   "Yes, it does."
   I sat there and wondered if I'd ruined three lives. What
would Aziz say? I felt sick to my stomach, but I knew I had done
the right thing. I wasn't going to tell Mom we already had sex.
   Mom put a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. I wasn't
hungry, though. I picked at the eggs.
   "I'm going to get a shower," Mom said.
   She left the kitchen and I sat there wondering what I should
do. Should I meet Aziz at the park?
   I heard my cellphone ringing and went to my bedroom. It was
Aziz.
   "Hello, dearest."
   "Hello, Aziz."
   "Do you miss me?"
   "Yes." I worked up my nerve and said, "Aziz, I told Mom I had
a crush on you."
   "What? Why, Joe?" I could tell he was irritated.
   "I can't spend my whole life lying to my mother."
   Aziz sighed.
   "Damn! Is that all you said?"
   "Yes."
   He sighed.
   "Well, I suppose she would find it only natural. You like men
and I am a man."
   Boy, was he a man!
   "The thing is, as much as I want you, I can't spend my life
deceiving my mother. I just can't do it."
   He sighed again.
   "Joe, Joe, Joe."
   "I don't think I should meet you at the park."
   "I do. We need to talk."
   I supposed he was right. And I did want to see him. I didn't
have a crush on him. I was in love with him.
   "OK, Aziz."
   "Can you leave now?"
   "Yes."
   "Good. I will see you soon."
   "Bye."
   I hung up and walked to the bathroom. She was still in the
shower. I opened the door a bit.
   "Mom, I'm going bike riding."
   "OK."
   I closed the door and left the house.
   It only took a few minutes to get to the park. I saw Aziz's
car and rode over to it. He got out and opened the back of the
SUV. I got off my bike and he picked it up and put it in the car.
He wasn't smiling. I sighed. He held the car door open for me and
I got in. He got in and started the car up.
   "Where are we going?"
   "To my house."
   We took off. I looked at Aziz. He was so handsome.
   "What happened, Joe?"
   I sighed.
   "I started feeling guilty. I decided it wasn't fair to Mom."
   "What? Being with me?"
   "Yes."
   "Is it unfair to you when I go on a date with her tonight?"
   That surprised me. I didn't mind them going on a date. I
wanted them to.
   "No. I don't suppose it is."
   Aziz took my hand and held it.
   "Joe, I really don't want to lose you. I am in love with
you."
   "I'm in love with you, Aziz."
   "You know, polygamy is common in Libya. I am used to the
idea. It is completely new to you, though. But Joe, I can make
both of you happy. Please let me try."
   I looked at him. I wanted it to work. It was the deception I
didn't like, not the sharing. I didn't mind sharing him with Mom.
   "Aziz, if you and I have a relationship, I will have to be
lying to my mother about everything for the rest of my life. How
can I do that?"
   Aziz looked at me. He nodded.
   "It is lying that disturbs you?"
   "Yes. I don't mind sharing you. I don't know how she would
feel about it, but I want you to make her happy."
   Aziz sighed.
   Aziz's phone rang. He pushed a button on his steering wheel.
   "Hello?" Aziz said.
   "Aziz, this is Tina."
   It was my mom!
   "Hello, Tina. Have you decided what you would like to do this
evening?"
   "Aziz, I don't know if I should be telling you this, but Joe
confessed to me this morning that he has feelings for you."
   I closed my eyes. It was a very weird situation.
   "Does that make you angry?" Aziz asked.
   "No. Not at all. Does it make you angry?"
   "Oh, no. I am very flattered."
   "You are?"
   "Yes. I like Joe very much. He is a very handsome young man."
   "The thing is, I don't want to hurt him. I am afraid he will
be hurt if we keep seeing each other."
   "I have an idea. I think Joe would feel hurt if I spent time
only with you. How would it be if I spent an equal, or almost
equal amount of time with him as with you? You and I have a date
tonight, I hope. Well, Joe and I could spend time together
tomorrow. Just the two of us."
   "You are willing to do that?"
   "Yes, Tina. I told you I like Joe very much. I will enjoy
it."
   "Oh, Aziz. You are one in a billion! And you are sure the
fact that he is gay doesn't bother you?"
   "No, Tina. I prefer women, but the first two times I had sex
it was with a man. A relative."
   "Wow!"
   "And you are certain that the fact that he finds you, well,
sexually desirable won't bother you?"
   "Would it bother you if an attractive, eighteen year old man
found you desirable?"
   Mom chuckled.
   "I see your point."
   "I'll see you at seven, yes?"
   "See you then! Bye."
   Aziz hung up.
   "Do you feel better, Joe?"
   "I do, a little."
   "I told your mother I would be taking you on dates."
   I thought about it.
   "I guess you did."
   "I also told her I had sex with men. I told her I preferred
women, not that I was heterosexual, or only had sex with women."
   I gulped.
   "But that is all we are going to tell her for now. Do you
understand?"
   "Yes, Aziz. This is better. It isn't all out in the open, but
it isn't completely hidden, either."
   Aziz nodded.
   "Joe, I want to ask you something. If you had a different
lover-not me, would you tell your mother all about it? 'Mom, we
had sex last night. He fucked me twice.'"
   "Of course not."
   "She does not need to be told what you and I do."
   I nodded.
   "I think you are wonderful, Aziz."
   "Do you? My friend thinks you don't like him anymore."
   Aziz glanced at his crotch. I grinned and reached over to
grope him. Aziz sighed.
   "Are you going to fuck me twice?"
   He grinned at me.
   "As much as I would love to do that, I think I should only
come once with you. I am going to try to have sex with your
mother tonight."
   That should have bothered me, I thought, but it didn't.
   "How do you feel about that, Joe?"
   "I want Mom to love you as much as I do."
   Aziz took my hand and kissed it.
   I began groping him again. I rubbed his erection.
   "I'm in love, Aziz. I think he is the most wonderful thing in
the universe."
   Aziz laughed.
   "And what is the second most wonderful thing?"
   "Your face. The third is your body."
   "I can't complain about that!"
   We both laughed.
   We stopped in a new neighborhood in front of a big house.
   "This is yours?"
   "Yes, it is."
   "Wow!"
   "I hope that you and your mother will be living here with me
very soon."
   I smiled at him.
   We got out of his car and walked up to the door. He unlocked
it and let me enter first. I looked around. It was very, very
nice.
   "You have a beautiful home, Aziz."
   "Thank you. I want it to be your home, too."
   He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. It was very, very
nice. After we kissed, I sighed.
   "Joe, how do you feel about me?"
   "I'm in love with you."
   "Good, good. I am in love with you. I like your mother very
much, but I am in love with you."
   "Will you ever love her?"
   "Of course. I seriously doubt I will ever love her as much as
I love you, though."
   I nodded.
   "Come."
   He led me to the living room. We sat on a leather sofa.
   "Joe, I want a permanent relationship with you. I don't know
if you are ready to commit to that, though."
   "I think I am."
   He nodded.
   "Then I need to tell you more about me. I grew up in a
culture where men make all the decisions. In our relationship, I
will be doing that."
   I nodded. "Are you Arab?"
   "Yes. And the culture is very, very different. By saying I
will be making all the decisions does not mean I will not value
your opinion, but it does mean you must obey me."
   I thought about that.
   "I can try, Aziz."
   "Very, very good, Joe. That is just fine. Now, as far as our
physical relationship goes, I want you to give me your body."
   I frowned.
   "What does that mean?"
   "It means that you are mine to take my pleasure whenever I
wish. I won't ask. If I want my cock sucked, I will bring it to
your lips and I will expect you to start
sucking-enthusiastically. I won't ask if you would please suck my
cock, and I will be unhappy if you are reluctant for any reason.
Do you understand?"
   "I think so."
   "And if I wish to rub my cock all over your face, I will do
it. I won't ask. When I want to fuck you, I will start fucking
you. Your body will be mine to do with as I please. That does not
mean I won't love you, but it does mean that I make all the
sexual decisions. It means you will never say no to sex. It
doesn't matter if you are in the mood, or have something vital to
do. Your body will be mine and I will use it the way I want, when
I want. I can tell you that your beautiful body will be my most
prized possession. I will cherish it and you. If you have a sore
throat, I'm not going to make you suck me. If your ass is sore
from a fuck, I will wait until it is not so sore. I'm not going
to ignore you. I love you and I want you to be happy. But a man's
wife is his to fuck when he chooses." I gulped. I would be Aziz's
wife. "And you will be my manwife."
   Manwife. I remembered seeing that term before. I decided it
was probably in a story.
   "Well, you said servicing you would be my career. I have to
show up for work."
   Aziz laughed.
   "Exactly! I love you, Joe."
   I leaned on him.
   "I love you, too."
   "Now this is not how things are normally done here, but it is
what I expect. I need to know if you can be the person I need. I
don't want to take you as my lover if you know you will be
unhappy."
   "Well, I can't wait for you to rub your cock all over my
face, and I especially can't wait for you to bring it to my
lips!"
   He chuckled.
   "And I can't imagine not wanting sex with the handsomest man
I ever saw, especially when I'm in love with him."
   He grinned at me.
   "But I don't know, Aziz. I'm having trouble envisioning my
life. I won't have a career. Will I sit all day waiting for you
to get home?"
   "You can if you like. You will have plenty of money. You can
shop. You can do whatever you like, as long as it is not sex with
someone else. Do you have any hobbies?"
   "Yes. Sex."
   Aziz laughed. "This is my hobby, too! But think of yourself
as wealthy and not needing to work."
   "I will try, Aziz."
   "Very good, Joe."
   "There's something I've been wondering. Do you like women as
much as men? You said you were bisexual."
   "That's hard to answer. Few women excite me, but few men do,
either. You may not want to hear this, but your mother is one who
does. And you definitely excite me more than anyone ever has,
including your mother. When I got an erection when I saw your
photo, it meant something. When your mother went to lunch, I took
her photo into my office and stroked myself looking at you." I
couldn't believe that! "I had an intense orgasm. Even though you
excite me more than your mother-more than anyone, really-I will
enjoy having sex with both of you. I will be having more sex with
you. I lust after you intensely. Also, most women are not that
enthusiastic about daily or twice-daily sex. That is an advantage
of a manwife. A manwife is as horny as his husband."
   He looked at me.
   "It doesn't seem like that upsets you."
   "It doesn't, but I'm not sure it is all sinking in."
   Aziz pulled my mouth to his and we kissed.
   He pulled away and I stroked his cheek. Then I felt his
moustache while he smiled at me.
   "Will you be patient with me? This is all so new."
   "Of course, Joe. I know that! I can hardly expect you to
behave as you would if you grew up in my culture. I just want you
to understand the rules, and try to follow them." I smiled at
him.
   "You are so beautiful, Joe. You take my breath away."
   "That is how I feel about you, Aziz. I feel like the luckiest
man in the world to be sitting here next to you."
   "Beloved," he said, before kissing me.
   "When do I get to fuck you?" I asked, with a straight face.
"Do I just tell you to bend over?"
   A series of emotions crossed Aziz's face. Then he smiled.
   "You can fuck me right after I get you pregnant."
   I laughed and he joined in.
   "Let's go out to the pool."
   "You have a pool?"
   "Yes."
   I was excited.
   We walked outside and Aziz got undressed. He looked
magnificent naked. His muscular chest was covered with curls of
black hair. I could see his abs through the hair on his stomach.
His cock was beautiful in the sunlight. Long, thick, and curved
gently upwards. His cock was dark brown and the head was a deep
reddish-brown.
   "I can tell you like what you see."
   "Aziz, you are the most magnificent hunk of male I have ever
seen. I knew it tasted good, but I finally get to see how
beautiful your cock is."
   I finished getting undressed. He took my hand and we walked
into the pool. He pulled me into his arms and we kissed again. He
reached behind me and pushed a finger inside my hole. We stopped
and I leaned my head on his chest. I was glad he was taller than
me. It felt perfect. He was fucking me with his finger and that
felt perfect, too.
   "What I would really like, Joe, would be for both of you to
be my wives. She would be my wife and the mother of my children,
and as I said, you would be my manwife. I don't know if I can
ever convince your mother to accept you as my second wife,
though. I doubt it."
   "It would be nice, if it was out in the open."
   "Yes. It would be perfect."
   I looked up at him.
   "How old are you?"
   "Thirty-seven."
   "Does it bother you at all that we aren't Moslem?"
   "No."
   "You won't change your mind?"
   "No. You don't have to worry about it. If you got religious,
you might not let me have sex with you." He grinned. "Don't get
religious, Joe."
   I laughed.
   "OK."
   "The only thing Moslem about me is my circumcision scar. Now
culture is a whole different thing. I didn't grow up in a western
culture. My father is very much a traditionalist. He has three
wives. I escaped all that by coming here, but I carry a lot of
the cultural baggage with me still. I will feel much more like a
success to have two wives. A man should only take another wife
when he can support her, as well as his first."
   I nodded.
   "Are you mad at me for what I said to my mom?"
   "No. I wish you hadn't said anything, but I understand not
wanting to lie to your only parent. The two of you are close, so
I should not be surprised. I agree it will be difficult to keep
it secret year after year. Maybe it is best. Maybe she is
wondering what I meant by `preferred'." I nodded.
   "Have you ever been married?"
   "No."
   "Have you had lovers?"
   "No. I've had sex partners-men and women I've fucked, but
never a long-term relationship. I am ready for it now, though. I
hope you and your mother are, too."
   "You already possess me. Did you forget?"
   He chuckled.
   "Do I? You have already given yourself to me?"
   I kissed his chest.
   "Yes. I belong to you." I sighed. "It would be easier if we
were just lovers. Without my mom, I mean."
   "Yes. It would be much simpler. But I want her, too."
   "If she doesn't agree, will you still want me?"
   "Yes. I would just find another woman to bear my children.
You are very precious to me, Joe. It would not be ideal, though.
How would I explain why you lived with us? Probably I would keep
you in your own home and visit you all the time." I nodded.
   I ran my hands over his hairy, muscular chest, shoulders, and
arms.
   "I need you inside me."
   He smirked.
   "How much do you need it?"
   "It's all I can think of."
   He smiled. I was pretty sure he liked that answer.
   "I got something."
   He got out of the pool and walked to a table next to the
pool. There was a plastic bag on the table. He pulled out a
bottle of lube and some sort of anal toy. It was lumpy and long.
One end was narrow, and it was wider at the other end. There were
three rounded bumps on it.
   "This will slowly stretch you. It is wider at the base. The
further inside you it goes, the more it stretches you. You will
decide how quickly to push it inside you. If and when you get the
whole thing is inside you, I will pull it out and replace it with
my prick."
   I got out of the pool.
   "Bend over the table."
   I did and Aziz knelt behind me. He pulled my cheeks apart.
   "Oh, that is beautiful, Joe. Pink and perfect. And it is
mine, isn't it?"
   "Yes, Aziz."
   I moaned as he started licking my hole. It was a fantastic
feeling. I couldn't help moaning, but I tried to keep quiet so
the neighbors wouldn't hear me. Aziz began stroking my dick while
he rimmed me. I groaned as I came and shot on the cement under
the table. Afterwards, I panted. I had no idea sex would be so
wonderful, and his dick wasn't even inside me, yet.
   "You have a beautiful pussy, Joe." I didn't really like
having it called that. "It is sweet and virginal. But soon, my
semen will be dripping out of it." I moaned. "Do you want that,
Joe?"
   "Yes, Aziz!"
   "Good."
   Aziz squirted lube on his fingers and pushed one inside me.
Then he pushed two. He lubed the anal toy and handed it to me. I
stood up and reached behind me. I put the end of the thing at my
hole and pushed. Aziz was stroking himself while I did it, and
that had my full attention.
   "Oh, Joe. You have such lust! It pleases me very much."
   It hurt, but I wanted his cock inside me. I pushed and it
slid inside me. It burned, but I wanted more.
   "Let me put more lube on it."
   Aziz squirted some. He squirted some on my hole, too. I
pushed and it went deeper.
   "Oh, fuck!" It burned like my butt was on fire.
   "You certainly are eager, Joe. I'm starting to think you like
me."
   I laughed and it distracted me from the pain.
   "I am madly in love with you, Aziz."
   Aziz took me in his arms and kissed me. I forgot about the
thing in my ass and the pain. I took his cock in my hand. It was
hot and stiff, and I could feel it was drooling. I rubbed the
precum into the head and Aziz moaned. Aziz pulled away.
   "You are mine, Joe. No matter what happens with your mother.
No other man will ever have you."
   I smiled at him.
   "There is the proof of it. Belonging to me alone makes you
happy."
   "It does. I've been worrying about my mother." I rested my
head on his chest. "If I lost you, I would spend the rest of my
life grieving. Who could compare?"
   "You won't lose me, if I can help it. You gave yourself
freely to me. I intend to keep you."
   "What if I can't be as passive as you want? What if doing
what you say and ignoring my own feelings makes me unhappy? What
if I get incredible bored waiting for you to get home?"
   Aziz pulled away. He knelt and looked up at me.
   "Push the stretcher in while I suck you."
   I was shocked when he took me in his mouth. Was that an
answer to my worries, or was he just distracting me from them. I
certainly didn't expect it. I suppose I thought of him as
straight. It felt incredible, but I would come quickly. I pushed
the thing in further. It hurt, but it kept me from coming. I
panted from the pleasure and pain. He continued sucking me and
when I was close to coming. I pushed more into me.
   "Can I have my treat later?"
   Aziz pulled off me and grinned at me.
   "Of course, my love. I plan to give you your treat at least
once a day." He stood. "It pleases me that you want to drink from
my balls. Now that I know you love my man milk, I will make sure
you always get some. Who knows? Maybe drinking my milk will put
hair on your chest."
   "Will you mind if it doesn't?"
   "No. Not at all."
   He turned me around.
   "Joe, I knew you liked me, but you have the whole thing
inside you. I thought it would take an hour, at least. I don't
think it has even been five minutes. I have a feeling you will be
very sore later. I will get you some pain cream when I take you
home.
   "Let's go inside."
   Aziz took my hand and we walked into his house. We walked
upstairs and into a very large bedroom.
   "I will take you in my bed. Lie down on your back."
   I did. I was very nervous. Aziz was incredibly sexy. While I
looked at him, his cock was dripping. I moaned.
   "You want me."
   "Oh, Aziz."
   Aziz had a half-smile on his face. He picked up a phone and
took a picture of me.
   "I wanted one of you as a virgin."
   I smiled. "You better take two. I don't think you can undo
it!"
   He laughed. God, he was handsome!
   He began taking pictures.
   "Show me the plug." I pulled my legs up and he took more.
   He put the phone down and got on the bed between my legs.
   "You are mine. I own you. I waited until I found the perfect
boy. The others were just fucks. You, I love."
   "I love you, too." My eyes started watering and it
embarrassed me.
   He pulled the stretcher out. I groaned. It hurt as the bumps
came out. He threw it on the floor.
   "It feels cold down there," I said.
   "That's because your ass is open."
   He lubed his cock and placed it at my hole. He slid inside
easily. We both groaned. He buried his cock and then kissed me.
After several minutes, he pulled away.
   "Thank you, Joe. It is a gift you can only give one person. I
am grateful."
   "I love having you inside me."
   "You look sad now. What is it?"
   "I'm afraid something will go wrong and we won't be
together."
   "I told you we will be. No matter what happens with your
mother. You gave yourself to me. You belong to me. I won't allow
you, or anyone else to take what is mine."
   I smiled and he chuckled.
   "You love being mine. Admit it."
   "I do. I love you and I love being your lover."
   Aziz pulled his cock out and thrust it hard. I groaned. He
did it again, and again. Soon he was pounding me. I ran my hands
over him. I looked down his hairy chest, to his belly, to his
pubic hair which disappeared between my legs.
   "I have taken you, Joe," he said, panting.
   I smiled and he grinned back.
   He started jacking me off while he fucked me. I groaned as I
came. He kept fucking for a couple of minutes, before he stopped
and shot deep inside me. "Oh, fuck!" he said, as he came.
   I smiled at him, but his eyes were closed. He opened them and
grinned at me. Then he leaned down and kissed me. His dick was
still stiff and still inside me. I wrapped my arms around his
neck and we kissed. My legs were wrapped around his waist.
   He pulled away and I ran my hands over his hairy chest.
   "Your eyes, Joe." He shook his head.
   I smiled. "What about them?"
   "Your lust is plainly visible. I will be able to tell if you
ever stop lusting for me."
   I leaned up and licked his lips. He began fucking me slowly.
   "How often will we have sex? I am going to want it all the
time."
   "I know. So will I."
   "Forget about daily. I will want hourly sex."
   He chuckled.
   "By the time you are my age, you will only want it every two
hours."
   I laughed.
   "We will figure it out. Maybe you can meet me in the
downstairs restroom at work and suck me."
   "That sounds fun."
   "Then there is lunch."
   "I know what I will eat, but what will you eat?" Aziz
laughed.
   "I will feast on sex with my beloved."



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Almost Perfect
It Must be Fate
My Peculiar Life
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