Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2008 14:57:33 +0000 From: Frank H Subject: Arabian Days and Nights -- Part 1 This story is completely fictional. Names, characters or incidents are a product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is completely coincidental. This story contains descriptions of sexual interactions. If you are uncomfortable reading such material, or are not permitted to do so legally, please leave this page immediately. Please read at your own risk. What do you think of this story? Tell me at: fhis1@hotmail.com Arabian Days and Nights -- Part 1 My name is Dean and I am 14 years old. I have lived with just my father since my mother walked out on us 2 years ago. My father works for an Oil importing company based in London. Since my mother deserted us my father and I have become very, very close in every sense. Although I have my own room I spend a lot of my nights sharing my father's bed. I must point out that when things started to happen sexually between us it was all voluntary on my part, in fact of the 2 of us I was usually the instigator. My father came home from his office one day in early August and asked me if I was willing to help out with a problem they had at work. He pointed out that, of course, I would be well paid even though it would only last about 4 days. I said I was very interested and would be more than happy to have the chance to earn some money of my own but I was a bit baffled as to how, at my tender age, I could be much use to his company. He explained that they were negotiating a deal with a super rich Sheikh from Abu Dhabi and he was coming to London for more negotiations prior to signing a very lucrative contract with their company. He would be bringing a small entourage with him and they had reserved a suite of rooms at a top hotel in the West End of London for their 4 days stay. Dad went on to tell me that the Sheikh had a preference for young teenage boys and when he was at home he had a mini harem of 4 boys whose sole duty was to be available to satisfy his lustful desires. However, on his visit to London he had expressed a wish to try out an English youth for the first time and he had asked if it could be arranged for him by my father's company. The young man would be expected to move into the hotel suite as though he was a member of the Sheikh's family and would live there for the 4 days. Dad pointed out that his company was aghast at this request but they realized the importance of obtaining the Sheikh's signature on such an important contract so they wished to help if at all possible but no-one in the company knew how to go about finding such a suitable young youth. Dad asked me to think it over and to let him know if I would like to fill this vacancy. He realized he was probably expecting too much from me and apologized if I was upset by his suggestion. I only thought about it for a few moments before realizing that it could be a very exciting and rewarding few days at a time during the long school holidays when I was usually bored with my own company as I had very few friends of my own age.  I told my dad that I was happy to take up the position and I agreed there and then to be a temporary employee of his company. A week later Dad took me to a very fine hotel and we were ushered to the exclusive suite of rooms of the Sheikh. We were greeted by a young Arab dressed in his flowing national costume. He said his father was expecting us and he led us through to a luxurious large lounge where we were introduced to his father, Sheikh Ali. There was another young Arab who was introduced as Sheikh Ali's second son. The eldest son who had greeted us was called Amjad and I found out later was 27 years old. The younger son was called Azhar and was 25 years old. (For the purpose of this story I will refer to them all simply by their first names). As soon as I had been introduced to Sheikh Ali I could tell from the way he kept his eyes fully on me that he was keen to know me better. He greeted me with a very warm hug and he kissed me fully on the lips. For such a large man I was surprised at how gentle he was. After a short discussion my father prepared to leave but before leaving he was assured by Sheikh Ali that my 4 days as part of his entourage would be enjoyable to me as well as very rewarding and that he, personally, would see to it that I would not be called upon to do anything which was against my wishes. My father embraced me and kissed me fully on the lips before turning to leave. I did see a tear forming in his eye though. As soon as my father had left Azhar took me through to a large bedroom and said that this would be my room for the next 4 days although he doubted if I would get the chance to sleep in the bed very often. He opened the wardrobe and pointed to a series of Arab robes which he said would be what I would wear during my stay with them. He then asked me to remove all my English clothes. I was a bit shy at first but he came forward and gently helped me to remove my shirt, shoes, socks and trousers. He kept telling me what a beautiful smooth, pale body I had. As I stood in front of him wearing only my briefs he took me into his arms and kissed me fully on the lips. I felt the pressure of his tongue on my lips and I allowed them to part. His tongue entered my mouth and I could feel it exploring me. Whilst this was happening I could feel our bodies were very close and I could feel his excitement when his hard cock stood proud and pressed against me. He slowly lowered my briefs and I stepped out of them to be totally nude, the first time I had ever been totally nude in front of any man other than my own father. Azhar suggested I should kneel down in front of him and as I did so he came closer, raised his robe and dropped it over me. I knew what was expected of me as soon as I realized he wore nothing under his robe so here I was being presented with a super 8 inches of Arab man meat. I licked the end and tasted my first Arab pre-cum (definitely not to be the last though). It was almost the same slight flavor as that of my father and I always enjoyed tasting his. Gradually I consumed inch by inch into my eager mouth and sucked and licked it until it was trying to enter my throat. Thanks to my experience at home I was able to deep throat him and I was soon bobbing my head back and forth and the more I did it the more contented sounds came from him and the more he thrust into my throat. I was obviously doing a more than satisfactory job on him. After about 10 minutes of my sucking and deep throating he said he was almost ready to feed me my first Arabic meal and as soon as he finished saying it I felt the first jet of his man juice as it shot deep into my throat. I eased off slightly so that the next few spurts were in my mouth where I could savour them. He shot spurt after spurt and came so much that I had to swallow some to make room for the remainder. When he had spurted his last he withdrew and when I stood up he hugged me close and said he was sure I would enjoy the next 4 days as much as he and his father and his brother would do.  I was then instructed to wear a nice bright blue silk robe. He said the blue one would suit me best to compliment my blond hair and blue eyes. When I asked about underwear he assured me that such items were not necessary and that the most I would be wearing for the next 4 days would be a robe and something on my feet. My new experience was off to a good start but I was certain that more was to come. I was going to have a busy 4 days.... End of Part 1 I am sorry that it took some time to get to the more interesting part of my story but hopefully future parts will make it all worthwhile. Your comments would be appreciated. Please send them to me at fhis1@hotmail.com