Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2016 17:53:05 +0000 (UTC) From: simon peter Subject: The Prince and his Harem Part 16 Dear Reader Many of my other stories have elements that are based on real personal experiences. However, the names and places are all fictitious. If you feel like sending me a comment, negative or positive, please do so: simon23232@yahoo.com I would love to read your comments and suggestions. Also, very importantly, please donate to keep nifty going. Thanks. Simon The Prince and his Harem Part 16 By Simon Peter The orgy went on in full force. Frankie couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes, couldn't believe what was happening to him. Not in his wildest dreams had he thought that he would experience this. He had already shot two huge loads, but he felt that his nuts were still full, that his cock would spurt semen forever. Sheikh Ramzi, their host, was crawling from one boy to another, from one cock to another, slobbering and swallowing boy cum, his ass plowed over and over. His boy slaves were everywhere, filling his mouth and his ass with semen. Prince Hamed's uncle, Sheikh Nahed was not doing any worse either. However, Nahed was more into fucking. He was plowing his large man cock into any opening available to him. Frankie returned Rasheed's kiss avidly, his heart beating at one million beats a minute. The Turk had not attracted him at first, but he had slowly started to like the Turk. Now he was totally into him, and it seemed that the Turk was also infatuated with the young American. Frankie stroked Rasheed's 26- centimeter cut cock as they kissed. Ivan and Igor, the two Hungarian boys, were engrossed with each other. Their sex was more love- making in spite of the wanton orgy playing all around them. They were insatiable for each other, always finding ways of pleasuring each other. Near to them, Hamed and Imre were similarly involved. Imre's huge black monster of a cock had drawn gasps when he shed off his white robe. It was majestically erected at 28 centimeters. But Imre was in love with the prince. He had had sex with the other boys as well, but it was only sex. With Hamed, it was love. Fortunately for them, Hamed's uncle had not noticed the emotional passion between his nephew and the Nigerian boy. He was pleased that his nephew was enjoying his time with one of the "slaves," not realizing how Hamed had made sure to free the boys that he had bought from the slave market. The "tech team," or the TT, was now equally paired. Rasheed and Frankie. Hamed and Imre. Igor and Ivan. During the resting periods between heavy bouts of sex, the boys would lounge and nibble at the food and watch the two grown sheikhs frolicking with Sheikh Ramzi's boy harem. Hamed approached Frankie when he saw that he had shot yet another load in Rasheed's mouth. "I'm so glad, Frankie," he sat next to the American, placing his hand on his hairy thigh. Frankie smiled at Hamed. His look was a mixture of gratitude and lust. He was not experienced in gay sex. His experience was limited to sexting and jerking off to fantasies. Now, he was right in the middle of gay paradise, way beyond any fantasy he had come up with. "I'm glad, too, Hamed," Frankie sighed, feeling Hamed's hand caressing his bare thigh. Imre came over as well and sat behind Frankie, spreading his long black legs on both sides of the American and spooning his back. Imre's cock, slimy and sticky, glued to Frankie's back, and the Nigerian wrapped his arms around Frankie's waist. "I knew it," Imre said, loud enough for Frankie, Rasheed and Hamed to hear. "You are so gay, American boy. Just like the rest of us." He nudged. Frankie groaned in response as he felt Imre's cock pressed on his lower back, throbbing and insistent. He had desired Imre from the first minute they met back in New York. He wouldn't mind having sex with him although he had deep feelings for Rasheed, and he was aware that Imre and Hamed had something strong going between them. He was amazed how easily and openly the boys regarded sex. Hamed was rubbing his hand up and down his inner thigh, cupping his hairy balls every now and then, Imre was grinding on his back and licking his neck, and Rasheed was nibbling on his nipples and slobbering down his chest. Frankie was on fire. Frankie watched his cock erect, again. It was sore. Up till now, all he had had was oral sex. He had sucked Rasheed's huge cock and Rasheed had sucked him in return. There was a lot of stroking and groping. Frankie watched the actual ass fucking as the boys and men rolled on the Persian carpets in the center of the hall with the two sheikhs using them in every which way possible. Ivan was riding Igor's ass as well. The Hungarians had been at it without stopping. "I would love to have your ass, American," Imre whispered in Frankie's ear. Rasheed laughed, surprising since he was usually very serious. Hamed glowered at Imre. He didn't want to scare Frankie away. He needed Frankie for the work they were doing at the ministry. "Imre, you are such a sex-crazy bitch. Your cock in Frankie's ass? Be reasonable, man," Rasheed told Imre. Imre ignored Rasheed and held Frankie tighter, his cock now hard and throbbing, poking the American's back. "How about it Frankie? Don't you want my cock inside you, baby? I know you want it. Come on." Frankie shook his head. No way was he going to let Imre's monster cock get close to his butt. Imre would split him in half. "You don't have to if you don't want to," Hamed told Frankie as he stroked his now-erecting dick. "I've never done it before," Frankie confessed. "All I have done was jerking off." "Uuuu," Imre cooed, grinding harder, pulling Frankie to him more tightly. "The American is a virgin. I love fucking virgin ass. Frankie. Frankie. I want to fuck you. You want me to fuck you. Admit it." "Stop it, Imre," Hamed told the Nigerian. "Frankie, like the rest of us, can do whatever he likes. We don't put pressure on each other." "You misunderstand," Frankie cut in. "I want to try everything, now that I am here, with you guys, with all of this." "That's my boy," Imre whispered, licking behind Frankie's ear. "Yes! I want that white ass. Yes, Frankie, baby." "But," Frankie continued, pressing back on the hard cock prodding his body, "as Hamed said, give me time. Ok, Imre?" "So how about sucking it then," Imre insisted. Rasheed glared at Imre. "Man, you are so out of it. Come here, you black bitch. I will suck you." Imre stood and arched his back, offering his huge cock to Rasheed. Hamed leaned and kissed Frankie on his lips. "I thought you and Imre were some sort of a couple?" Frankie wondered as Rasheed tried to swallow the huge rod. Hamed smiled, still stroking Frankie's cock. "We are. I love Imre. He loves me, too. But sex? That's different. I will explain this to you later. Now is the time for more interesting stuff." Hamed bent over Frankie's crotch and took the hard penis in his mouth. Frankie moaned, arching his back, one hand supporting him, the other on Hamed's head guiding him. When he shot his load down Hamed's throat, he wondered how many times he could ejaculate in one night. Needless to say, the next day the boys were exhausted. Ramzi gave the TT the day off. At eleven o'clock, the boys gathered for breakfast. This was the occasion when they decided to tell Frankie the whole story. They told him about Sheikh Fahed's slave market, about how Ivan, Igor, Rasheed, Imre, and Ian had been enslaved and then bought to become Hamed's boy harem, how Hamed had treated them, how they had influenced Sheikh Ramzi to help out in freeing them all and in sending Ian home, and finally and most importantly how the young prince would work on abolishing the slave trade in the princedom. The last one was still a dream, but Hamed had vowed to do his best to achieve it, and bringing in Frankie to help establish an expert TT was key to such an achievement. "So it wasn't just your hot butt," Imre smirked at Frankie and received a scowl from Rasheed. "But there is nothing I can do really," Frankie was bewildered by all this. It was so foreign to his upbringing. "Yes, Frankie, there is," Hamed said. "I want you to come up with some kind of software that would allow us to access private material of important people who are involved in the slave trade." "This is unethical," Frankie objected. "Something like this would end all of us in jail back home." Rasheed spoke for the first time: "Frankie, my love, we are not back home. Do you think that what we have all witnessed last night was ethical?" Frankie was speechless. It was too much to handle. He regarded the five boys around him. These were good people and their objective was noble, to say the least. The images of the slave boys used as sex toys during the orgy the night before sprang into his head. "If you do this," Imre said, "I promise to go gentle on you." The other four boys started throwing grapes and apples at Imre, who got hit no matter how hard he tried to duck, all the while with a huge grin on his cute face. After much discussion and cajoling, Frankie finally agreed. It was a huge challenge, and it ran against all his beliefs and training, but he accepted. For celebration, the boys decided that the best reward for Frankie was to help break his virginity, to Imre's delight and Rasheed's consternation. The following evening, just before sundown, the boys made preparations and went to the oasis. Frankie was in torment. He so desired to feel a man inside him, but he was scared shitless at the prospect of a huge cock like Imre's or Rasheed's to penetrate his tight ass. He, however, felt himself to be lucky to be surrounded by these boys and all the consideration they were showing. It was like a celebration of some sort. The boys were excited. The boys were all erected. "Ok," Hamed started, once they reached the oasis and shed off their robes, "what is the most comfortable position for Frankie?" "Hell and Almighty," Imre fisted his cock. "Are we going to talk about it? Discuss it? VOTE on it?" Hamed glared at the Nigerian. "Hold your horses, man. We want this experience to be pleasurable for Frankie, not just for you." Rasheed nodded his head in agreement. "I think that maybe on his back with legs spread out?" Ivan and Igor had their arms around each other, their cocks at attention. "No, it's easier if Frankie sits on it," Ivan suggested. "Facing towards or back?" Hamed asked. "Towards," Ivan suggested. "This way he can look at his fucker's face and his fucker can stroke his dick." "My first time," Igor said, "I didn't even keep my erection!" Frankie was speechless. It was as if the boys were preparing for surgery. He was getting fucked and they were discussing positions. Frankie could hear his heart beats pounding in his ears. "Doggy," Imre said. "Fuck his white ass on his hands and knees, like a dog." "Stop the attitude, Imre," Hamed scowled. "By the way, it won't be you." "Oh, yea? How come? When was that decided? I've been wanting his ass longer than any of you guys." "We can't start with the biggest cock. The smallest goes first," Hamed said, moving his eyes from one boy cock to the next. First? Frankie shivered with fear. Would there be a second and a third? His eyes followed Hamed's, studying the boners displayed for him. They all looked huge. He boggled at Imre's and Rasheed's. "Ivan," Hamed finally declared. "You have the smallest dick." Ivan lay on his back on the rug covering the sand. Frankie felt a chill wind on his naked body. Rasheed and Hamed helped Frankie squat on top of Ivan, facing him, as Igor applied lubrication on Ivan's cock. "Hold it, boys," Frankie said, inches away from Ivan's throbbing rod. "Let's romance a little." Hamed and Rasheed let go of Frankie, and the five naked boys fell on each other, with Frankie in the middle, kissing and massaging and probing. Rasheed made it a point to gently rub around Frankie's butt hole, applying lubricant, stretching the rim muscle with his fingers. He hated for his new-found lover to hurt, but at the same time, he wanted Frankie to experience anal sex as comfortably and pleasurable as possible. Was it out of consideration or out of self interest? This lasted for about five minutes. The boys finally separated and Frankie lowered himself gingerly onto Ivan's ready cock. He felt the head at his hole and pressed down, his hands placed on Ivan's bare chest. Ivan thrust upwards and Frankie began to feel the pain of being stretched. He felt sweat starting to form on his forehead, but he was determined. The romancing and lubrication helped a lot as Frankie's ring opened up and Ivan penetrated the virgin hole. "Oh, God, Goooooood, GOD," Frankie grunted. "It fucking hurts." He closed his eyes shut and pressed down further as Ivan slid deeper into him. Frankie sat all the way down, the boy cock buried deep inside him. "Fuck, that's hot," Imre moaned as he stroked his cock, standing above Ivan's head, facing Frankie. The American remained impaled on Ivan without moving, his balls resting on Ivan's pubes, his ass on fire. He bent forward and licked Imre's cock, wrapped his lips around the head and tried to gobble down the thick shaft. Imre held Frankie's head and thrust deeper as Frankie gagged. "Oh, yes, baby, suck on this fucker," Imre thrust further into Frankie's mouth holding his head with both hands. Igor, Rasheed and Hamed watched, mesmerized, their erections throbbing. They had to give it to Frankie. The American had taken the whole of Ivan's cock up his virgin ass and was hungrily sucking on Imre's monster cock. Slowly, with Ivan's hands under his butt cheeks, Frankie rode Ivan's cock. Not letting go of Imre's tool, he rode Ivan, increasing his tempo gradually. With a start, he felt a warmth and wetness around his own cock which had started to go limp. He glanced down to see Rasheed's head at his crotch sucking on his dick, bringing it back to full erection. Ivan supported Frankie with his hands under his butt cheeks and started to thrust up and down into the tight hole, fast and deep. With a scream, and with the friction of Ivan's cock inside his fuck tunnel, Frankie filled Rasheed's mouth with his cum as Ivan exploded inside his ass. Imre was slapping Frankie's face cheek with his cock as Frankie squirted. It seemed to last forever. Ivan flexed in his ass and he felt the cum seep out onto his balls and thighs. With a grunt, Frankie lifted himself off Ivan. His cock dripping, a huge smile on his face, Frankie looked at the boys and said in a husky voice: "I have been fucked!" "Now me, now me," Imre insisted. Hamed had to push Imre back. "This is not a gang rape, Imre. But you can do me." Turning around, Hamed pulled Imre to him feeling the huge black cock covered with Frankie's spit slide inside his crack. He bent over and Imre shoved into him, the full 28 centimeters of hard meat sliding all the way. Holding Hamed by the hips, Imre pounded the prince's ass, deep, fast. Igor and Rasheed were kissing. Ivan was still on his back breathing heavily. Frankie started to feel the soreness in his ass and the ache in his jaws as he watched the TT in full action. The evening went on. So did the sex, under the stars and the full moon, in the middle of the desert. From behind a nearby sand dune, Omar the eunuch peeked unnoticed and masturbated to the silvery scene of the six young and healthy boys sucking and fucking.