Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2017 23:41:23 +0000 From: J a skehan Subject: Hank the Trucker - part 6 Ok, by popular demand, is part 6 Hank Tucker, the trucker -6 The usual statements apply. This is a work of gay fiction with men and teen age boys. If this offends you please eave now. If you're underge or live in a primative society that forbids such stories leave now and move to a free place. If you arestill here sit back, unzip, and enjoy the story. Hank Tucker- part 6. cajuncock Three days later Jeb and Devin were in a private jet, Paul's. It was the first time that either had flown. During the 2 hour flight, a handsome young man served lunch. Paul's touches and familiarity with the guy denoted a somewhat deeper relationship. Neither made any effort to hide their desires for each other. At one point Paul stood, unzipped his pants and pulled out one of the largest cock either boy had seen. The young man fell to his knees to suck down the cock to its root. He was obviously an expert at this. Paul pointed to Jeb and I, both with pretty obvious hard cocks. Being young hormone infused teens we immediately stripped and fell in a lust driven 69. It only took a few minutes for all three of us to reach our climax. The young man cleaned each of our cocks, licking and sucking out any left over sperm. We arrived at the main downtown Washington airport where we were met by a limo and driver, Paul's own. On the way to Paul's home where we would be staying for a few days we were given a quick tour of the city. Paul's home was set on well manicured grounds in the upper part of the city. Both the interior and exterior indicated that the owner was a man of good taste. We were shown to our rooms and told that drinks would be served in forty minutes. Jeb and I took the opportunity to give each other a good cleaning- inside and out before dressing to meet Paul in the library. In front of a roaring fire we sat with Paul as he filled us in on what to expect. We'd each be given five thousand dollars to outfit ourselves. The next day the sultan and his son would arrive. We were to attend the arrival ceremony at the White House where we'd be introduced to the foreign guests. That evening we were to be installed in a suite next to the sultan's. He or his son would interview us at some time that evening. Both of us were eager to begin this adventure. We'd agreed to save ourselves and not have any sex until then. Paul thought this was wise in case we were required to display ourselves and maybe perform. The next day we'd return to Paul's home and he would have a private meeting with the sultan. At the hotel Jeb and I waited in our suite to be called to meet the sultan or his son. About 10PM the connecting door to the sultan's suite opened and a tall, Black man dressed in an arab robe motioned for us to follow him. The sultan's suite was grand, larger even than the one where we had waited. Instead of meeting the sultan we were introduced to his son, Amed. He was sitting on a sofa, lounging more than sitting. He was wearing a thin transparent robe trimmed in silver. I could see that he was naked under the robe. "I'm sorry that my father could not be here" he began, "But there is an official dinner he must attend. I hope that I'll not be a disappointment." I looked Jeb who was smiling from ear to ear at the sight of the handsome young prince. I replied for both of us "We would never be disappointed at meeting with your highness." At this point the black, naked servant brought in a tray of what appeared to be fruit drinks. Each of us took a sip. I tasted not the expected fruit juice but a highly alcoholic drink. It was pleasant without being too sweet. Jeb downed his rather quickly. His glass was refilled by the attending servant. The prince sipped his drink for a minute before speaking, " I expect that you know that your services will likely be of a sexual nature. In our culture it is very common for unmarried men to take young boys as bedmates. I myself being unmarried have had occasion to indulge in those pleasures. Would you two be more comfortable without those robes?" I looked at Jeb and nodded. He was quick to remove the heavy robe and sat there naked with his stiff member on display. I was a bit slower but equally as excited. The prince nodded to the servant who immediately left the room. Now alone with us He stood and let his own robe fall to the floor. His pubic bush had been trimmed, manscaped. His limp, brown cock hung over a set of very impressive, shaved balls. The prince looked amused at the expression on the faces of the two americans. "I see that you are impressed with my royal equipment. Your expressions and stares tell me a lot.". He clapped his hands and the servant appeared bearing a silver tray. On the tray were a number of small bottles and a silver urn. Next to these were silver and gold cock rings. The amused prince began again, "In my culture the receiver of a phallus is considered beneath the giver. You will be treated well but considered beneath us. I will confirm this tonight. My servant will be your teacher and also your master in the ways of my people. So he will also be above you. To signify that he will offer you to receive his cock. Now he will prepare us." The prince pointed to one of the cock rings. The servant took it up and knelt before the prince. He reverently placed the cock and balls into the ring. Then turning to the two boys he did the same to them. Seeing this the once limp cock of the prince lengthhened to a resepctable nine, thick inches. The servant then took the urn and poured some over the prince's member. Like a loving nurse he oiled it up. As he worked the oil over the surface the prince began "You're probably curious about my servant. My father bought him in the secret markets of the emirates. He has been my body servant since we both were 10 years old." The servant having oiled the now rampent cock turned to the two boys. He placed a cock ring on each one and oiled their stiff members. He then stood behind the boys. " It would be advisable if both of you bent over so that he may properly oil your holes. If you feel any pain you may use one of the small bottles, just inhale the vapors. You will soon feel great pleasure." Both boys did as ordered. The servant oiled two fingers of each hand and inserted first one, then a second finger into the boys' holes. He scissored their holes to widen them for his master's use. Satisfied that they were properly prepared, the servant stepped aside for his master. The boys looked at the servant's now long stiff cock. It had to be 11+ hard, black inches they thought. The young prince walked behind the boys, admiring their backsides. He rammed his stiff cock first in one and then in the other. Jeb winced at the pain. The servant offered him a bottle to smell. A few seconds later Jeb got a strange look on his face, lustful desire overtook him as he eagerly backed himself onto the prince's invading cock. Having exercised his right of ownership over the boys he stepped aside to allow the servant a chance at the holes. As he watched the action he began again to speak, "I'm glad that you took my royal staff so easily. Your are certainly no virgins. I understand from the physicians and their attendants that my brothers are even better endowed than I am. Their mothers come from families known for having men of great virility and sexual stamina. My younger brothers have been kept from engaging in any sex so I'm sure you will enjoy instructing them." As he spoke the servant pushed his inches into each boy. He alternated between them until he unloaded a bit of his sperm in each one. The prince seemed satisfied with the performance and dismissed the now tired servant. " You will return to Paul's home tonight and await our summons for the trip home. I am sure that my father will accept my decision." he said as he ushered them out of the room. ____________________________________________________________________________ Ok guys you asked for another part. Hope you enjoyed it. Remember that if this brought you some pleasure send a few dollars to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Comments welcomed- jaskejr@hotmail.com.