Date: Fri, 18 Feb 2005 03:25:52 EST
From: PixaJax@aol.com
Subject: Desperately Seeking  Selim Part 4

I hope you can add this to the directory of the above title. Thank you. J

Selim Part 4

Watching the Dutchman with his boy-lover had excited me beyond measure.
My towel had fallen away and I was unashamedly stroking my erection while
I watched them. That was when I impetuously pressed the bell. Immediately
my heart began to thump. Was I REALLY going to do it with a boy? A young
boy at that? With a BOY!!! My limited experience of sex had revolved
around fondling breasts and trying to find her clitoris, followed by a
quick coupling that served simply to "empty the scrotum" as a friend of
mine so inelegantly used to put it. I wasn't enthusiastic for breasts and
cunts but at least I was used to them. My "Selim" appeared at that
moment, a gentle inviting smile on his handsome face. He was just wearing
the briefest of shorts - what I later found out was called a posing pouch
- that advertised the bulge of his bundle and the outline of his penis to
anyone who cared to glance at his crotch.
Which I did.
And then turned away, blushing.
My cock detumesced in my hand.
Oh fuck!
This was ridiculous. It was like the first time I fumbled to undo a
girl's bra, couldn't do it and just lost my hardon.
Oh fuck! More shame.
I turned back to look at Selim. He was still smiling invitingly, his hand
cupping his genitals through his pouch. He looked down at my flaccid
cock.
"It is not important, m'sieu," he said gently.
He came and sat beside me.
"Selim, I can't do this...."
Suddenly, I felt foolish. Whatever this beautiful boy's name was, it
surely wouldn't be Selim!
"I understand. You do not find me - comment dit on? - good?"
Clearly words like 'attractive' were outside his vocabulary. His smile
had disappeared and he hung his head as overcome with sadness.
"No, Selim, you are very very....tu es vraiment un beau gars - you are
truly a very handsome boy."
Our conversation continued in French, much easier for both of us.
"It's just that.....I have never........before....."
He brightened up.
"It is not important, m'sieu. We will just talk, ok?"
He took my hand on rested it on his naked thigh. His honey-coloured flesh
was warm to the touch.
"Let me tell you about myself, m'sieu."
And he began to prattle on about his family, his life and goodness knows
what. But I was not listening. I was vividly aware of the smooth warm
flesh beneath my palm and of how close my fingers were to his manhood. As
he talked he parted his legs a little more and turned towards me so that
my hand slid higher up his naked thigh. Then, still chattering on, he put
his hand over mine and lifted it so that it covered his crotch.
For the first time in my life, I was touching another male's genitals. My
hand was trembling, I couldn't believe how excited it made me to be
fondling my arab boy. I felt my root stirring into erection again. Its
twitching as it engorged was not lost on my Selim. He smiled.
"You see, it comes."
Under my trembling hand, I felt him hardening rapidly.
"And you make my cock feel good too, m'sieu."
I had no idea what to do next. I felt clumsy and inadequate, but I knew
without any doubt that I was getting roused by my boy-lover in a way that
I had never experienced with a woman. I put my hand back on my cock and
started to stroke it again, thanking god silently that I had well and
truly recovered my erection.
"No, let me do that!"
Pushing my hand away, he wrapped his young fingers tightly round my cock
and stroked it in long slow strokes, pushing and pulling my foreskin back
and forth over my glans in a way that made me breathless. He seemed
fascinated by my foreskin.
"It is funny, this skin! I have no skin. Look."
As he deftly removed his pouch, his cock, free of its confines, sprang up
beautifully. I stared at it, at its circumcised elegance, at its amazing
honey colour and the fine strands of dark hair that told me at once that
my Selim was indeed young!
"You like?"
Oh yes, I liked. I wanted to touch it, to possess it. My libido was going
into overdrive, fired by the combination of his hand masturbating me and
the sight of his cock stabbing the air as if begging to be held. Most of
all, I was wild with excitement at being for the first time in this
secret world where men love boys. My heart pounded, my breathing was
tight. It was if I was ill, but what a magnificent illness it was.
"It is beautiful," I whispered. "You are beautiful, Selim."
He took his cock between his thumb and forefinger.
"I like when you call me Selim," he said with a giggle. "Please touch
your Selim's cock. It is sad that you do not touch it."
Oh god, I thought, this is really happening. I glanced over at Wym, now
lying in a loving embrace with his Issa, both of them spent after their
marathon lovemaking. Wym caught my eye and winked at me.
"I am happy for you, Jack," he said sotto voce. "A wife for duty, but a
boy for beauty" as the Arab proverb goes. Enjoy your beautiful boy."
"Please touch me, m'sieu."
I lay back on my couch, pulling Selim down with me, careful that he
should not lose his grip on my cock, and then took him in hand. There is
something very very special about masturbating a young boy. Selim's penis
felt deliciously soft under my fingers despite the underlying hardness of
it. How do you masturbate a circumcised cock? Once again, I was aware of
my inexperience. And inexpertness. But I needn't have worried. Selim wet
the palm and fingers of his hand with my copious flow of precum and used
it to lubricate his cockhead before returning his masturbating hand to my
throbbing erection. My hand closed over him and slid voluptuously along
his sweet length. I thrilled to feel my fist slide wetly over the ridge
of his helmet back and forth back and forth.
Suddenly, I panicked. When I was his age, I would cum in a few strokes!
Was I supposed to bring him off? Slow down? Wait? Again, it was as if
Selim anticipated my doubts.
"A little moment, m'sieu," he said.
Suddenly, tout d'un coup as the French say, he leapt away from me with a
squeal of delight, his pretty hard cock bobbing as he did a little dance.
And then he pushed me on to my back and leapt on top of me, straddling my
chest, his penis an inch from my face. He put his  hands behind my head
and raised it in order to place a pillow beneath, and then wriggled
forward.
"Please to suck me, m'sieu. This makes your little Selim very happy."
My wife had gone down on me a few times, usually when she was too drunk
to care, and I had often wondered what it must be like to wrap your lips
over a penis. She wasn't very good at it either (what woman is?) and kept
scraping her teeth along my shaft which was a mega turnoff. And now, I
could find out what it was like!
I shuffled to get more comfortable, and took the base of Selim's cock in
my thumb and forefinger. Our eyes met. He was not smiling now. Nor was I.
I touched the tip of his pink cockhead with my tongue and felt him
shiver.
"More! Please!" His voice was little more than a husky whisper.
I couldn't believe that this was really happening to me. Jack the Lad.
Jack the Ripper. Jack the Giant Killer. So many :Jacks. And now, Jack the
Cocksucker.
His cock was good in my fingers, and good in my mouth as I closed my lips
over it. Oh god, I had no idea it would be this good! My own cock was
stabbing the air in a frenzy of spasms. The oppressive heat of the hamam
added to the air of unreality. But this was real. It was as if his cock
had been designed specially for my mouth. I still didn't know whether to
suck, really suck, or lick round his cockhead, or move back and forth on
it. Again, Selim took charge and began to rock so that his cock was
gently fucking my mouth. My mouth. Filled. Fulfilled. Cocksucking mouth.
I had finally broken through the taboo. I ADORED my Selim!
Once again, without warning, he broke away with a squeal, leapt from his
sitting position on my chest, did another crazy pirouette and then jumped
back on top of me, this time the other way round, what the French call
soixante-neuf. I was stunned. I thought this was something that only
lesbians did (though why anyone, male or female, would want to clamp
their mouth of that ugly wet gash was beyond me). How naive can you be?
He appeared above me, twin moons of his buttocks framing his pretty
hairless sphincter and his ballsac and hard penis dangling tantalisingly
above my face. I felt his hair brushing my inner thighs as he buried his
head between them.
And then I felt his little fingers curl round the base of my cock and his
pretty lips slide wetly over my glans, pushing back my foreskin which
intrigued him so much. There are no words to explain how erotic this
moment was for me. We worked our lips and tongues on each other, each
movement, each lick, a mirror of what the other was doing. His penis
fitted so easily into my mouth, and I wondered how such a young boy could
take so much of my mancock. I had no restraint left. I worked my darling
Selim's cock harder and faster. I wanted to EAT him. I wanted to SWALLOW
him. When his glans touched my soft palate, I gagged, but I was so out of
control by this time, that I just slid it deeper into my mouth so that it
cleared my soft palate and touched the back of my throat. I gulped as if
trying to take him down my throat. It was unbelievable. My own cock was
on fire as my little arab boylover worked his magic in rhythm to mine. He
suddenly froze, his penis stiffened even more, juddered and then exploded
in my throat. God, I was not ready for this! But I had no choice. He
pumped into me till I could swallow no more of his boyseed, and had to
pull back to let the rest of it ooze from my lips.
Selim slumped against my body, moaning to himself. Then he gently
extricated himself and came to lie on top of me again, his face close to
mine and his cumsoaked cock trailing wetly on my belly. Skilfully, as our
mouths met, he trapped my cock between his thighs and held it tightly.
The kiss, which two days before I would have regarded as gross, was the
most beautiful kiss I had ever experienced, a mixture of lust and
tenderness that sent my brain spinning.
He broke off again, gently this time, and, squeezing my cock hard between
his thighs, whispered:
"And now, m'sieu, it is your turn."

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