Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2018 19:49:51 +0200 From: Ouranos Utrecht Subject: Tommy the Harem boy Part 1 Tommy the harem boy Part 1 By Chaim Groeiutrecht@gmail.com ======================== How it started Tommy and his Daddy Erik ======================== Tommy, was a young Dutch blond boy, a son of Erik, a Marine at the Royal Dutch Navy. They were made a captive and were now prisoner by the Sultan. The young boy and his Daddy were a highly prized addition to the Sultan's group of young boys and mostly young males living in the Harem for the Sultan's pleasure. Erik's case was for the Sultan simple, he was an adult prisoner and with his handsome face and trained body, a good catch. Erik was stong, looked lik a Vinking. Blonde short hair, deep blue eyes, a muscular body, all this combined to make Erik, Tommy's Daddy not just jock. He was almost the perfect catch in the Sultan's eyes! For Erik, the Sultan made a plan which meant that the Marine would be trained in guiding the older teenagers in his Harem. Especially the teenagers who developed being top. They could use a good example. The Sultan didn't care that Erik was a straight man, in his Harem there were no women and Erik would soon learn to enjoy boys and men. The Sultan took Erik took Erik the first night to his room and said, "Open your mouth, Erik," The Marine obeyed and his throat was made a simple pussy for the Sultan's cock, then the Sultan pulled Erik on top of him and guided him round his body, teaching the Marine, where he wanted his tongue and lips, training him to please, to serve him. The Sultan's power and youthful strength, his swift decisions meant that his body arched up to his cock even before he knew his cherry was to be taken. The Sultan's cock fucked his virgin man hole right away. Pumping and pounding his white butt, and the Sultan was delighted in his breathless gasps, lifting Erik completely onto him and fucking his ass like a real man. Erik was in heaven and hell at the same time, but he saw lights with each thrust till he groaned his shout of release of power into his neck. Erik had been made his, and he would learn more about pleasing cocks with the Sultan's leadership... The boy was different, the Sultan was stunned by his cute European look. Little Tommy didn't look like his Daddy, he did have in a way the same features, but he was a kid, not muscled or strong. The little boy had as his Daddy blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, his body was that of a child. His skin tended to be paler than his Daddy's who was tanned all over and of course the boy was much shorter than his Daddy. Where Erik was very outgoing, the boy tended to be a lot quieter and a little shy. The man and boy were separated; the Sultan had different quarters for his men and his young prepubescent boys. There followed a time when Tommy knew little or nothing about his situation. He had a vague sense of being captured, the voices around him, first young men, later that of children, speaking Arabic and he had no idea. Tommy's brain playing tricks on him and he slept a lot, dreaming of being on a tropical island. Awoke again to being given food and fruit by a friendly teen, which he took gratefully. At first little Tommy was afraid. The men who took them to this foreign and strange new country were patient and kind, but he didn't know anyone here. Erik, his Daddy, was separated in his sleep from him, the next morning he was simply gone. The Sultan's fighters brought him in an white apartment in the main building were Tommy met an older teen Mohammed dressed in a white djellaba. They told the boy, Mohammed would teach him how to behave and serve the Sultan. Tommy's teacher Mohammed was kind to him and fluent in English. Mohammed was a older teen, but huge in Tommy's young eyes, with his framed face and strong jawline, impressive. Mohammed had a prominent nose and deep brown eyes, a bold Arabian skin color, and sleek black hair that was long enough to run his little hands through when he stood close to him, which made the teen laugh. Tommy's teacher had a well developed chest with little nipples and abs that were noticeable in his white djellaba. As compared to the little boy, he was really huge and strong. In the beginning Tommy was very shy. Mohammed smiled at him, looked at him, his little pupil, the white European little boy everyone talked about. After a long silence, he said, "Take off your clothes, Tommy." Tommy was surprised. Mohammed waited, so he finally started to undress. Tommy took his shirt and his shorts off and soon his little nearly nude body was in front of Mohammed. Tommy was trembling slightly in his white boy briefs. "You are a really a cute little boy, I have be careful with you," Mohammed said and laughed again. He obeserved the boy in front of him, "Wow, boy, your hair is blond, that's cute, the Sultan will like that a lot, your body makes you a little European beauty." Tommy blushed, nobody made such comments on his body. Tommy was slightly shy, and Mohammed thought that was a good sign. Tommy wss wearing only white briefs now and his back was as a small comma, nearly perfection. The boy's chest was thin and his abdomen were that of a little child, his nipples are pink and tiny. "You looke good!" Tommy was pure innocence. "Cool, this is perfection for my Sultan. You forgot your briefs, boy." Tommy was pulling down his white briefs, while he kept his eyes on the teen Mohammed. The boy pulled down his briefs after a single nearly silent sigh. Mohammed nodded his head and Tommy steps out of his briefs. Mohammed thought by himself that Tommy was really ecstasy, the Sultan would love him and make him very special! Tommy stood now naked before Mohammed, after his white boy briefs were off. Mohammed looked down at his smooth little penis and tiny boy balls, excellent! Tommy stood straight not knowing what to do next, his shyness was obvious. Mohammed knew Tommy loved being naked, being naked with an older teen like him, deep inside the boy wanted him to look at his naked body. Tommy didn't dare to look at him, as he was butt naked and exposed. Although he was after all still a boy he felt an strange excitement. Now he was the propriety of this teen and in his power. Tommy knew he was owned by the Sultan, but that felt very far away. Mohammed sat with him on the edge of his bed and started to explained the traditions and rules of the Harem to Tommy. He told the boy that in the Sultan's Harem each and every boy grew up learning the joys of gay sex, "That's why you are naked, you will get used to it, Tommy, and believe me you will love it after a while, because all the little boys love it, crave it, need it to be touched." Mohammed explained what sex was, "It not only touching your body, but making love with your body. There will be your first orgasm, your first kiss, first blow job, first fuck. Believe me, It sometimes seems there's nothing better than those first times. You dive into the unknown, but will have thrilling discoveries and explorations, engraved in your memory for always. If you're open and willing, living in the Harem you can freely express and pursue your sexual desires, there can never be too many moments of gay sex. Slowly, but surely, you start to experiment with new sensations, new techniques, new places to have sex in, new teens and men, new combinations to get a kick from, all this to in give you pleasure. Personally Tommy, I went from being a rather shy boy to being an all-round boy lover, in just a few years." Tommy was really innocent about these kind of things. Although Tommy didn't understand in the beginning all his words, he was eager to learn everything from this handsome strong and kind teen. Caressing and feeling, being free and touching and being touched, cuddling and more, much more. Tommy began to understand that his ass and little penis played an important part in sex. The Sultan of course was superior to all and everything. All men here were all too happy that the boys would stay boys for so many years, because they could have years and years to enjoy them. It had been the wish and the desire of the Sultan, that no matter how much the men of the Sultan were loving the boys, they needed permission of the Sultan to visit the boys and have sex with them. Boys were always naked or in special designed boy briefs and only once you reached the age of puberty (The day each boy came for his first time and sprayed his seed) they were allowed to wear shorts or a djellaba, but most of them still wore less or stayed naked. Little boys like Tommy were servants to the men, but not slaves. Mohammed smiled, looked at Tommy's surprised face and explained, "Boys like you, will be never treated as such, a boy is treated as family or some men have them as their little lovers. Many of the boy forgot their family really, nor they don't know were they came from because, because they captured like you and your Daddy. They don't care anymore, they were all family here in the Harem, and that was all that mattered to them." Tommy nodded his blond head and looked in a way relieved. "The little boys are always treated with the utmost of respect and love, Tommy. Don't be afraid, nobody will harm or abuse you." Tommy learned that from the age of seven, the boys started learning the arts of being a servant, and got to serve the Sultan and the other men, and they were all very happy to be doing so. The boys received just as much from the encouners as the teens and men did. They learned about love and sex, they learned everything that they would ever need to know in the Harem. Mohammed knew he wanted to start the boy's real education. He knew Tommy had never had sex before and was not used to inimacy. Mohammed knew how to play with Tommy's body and tried to hug the little boy, but in the beginning Tommy didn't responded, so he left the boy alone for a while. It was enough the boy stayed naked and got used to his own naked body. Mohammed was a kind and very patient man. "All right. I'll take care of you, and nobody will hurt you." Mohammed watched the naked Tommy, and saw in a couple of hours another emotion in Tommy's eyes. They started very slowly and in a couple of days Tommy trusted Mohammed and became a willing open boy again, he wanted to play, to learn and Tommy loved to swim. Soon Mohammed admired the boy's concentration and energy. Tommy was doing pretty well and was an intelligent kid. Mohammed was always kind and gentle to Tommy, and they shared his apartment and were together all the time. Sometimes he had to inflict punishment when he had been bad, by a few slaps on his white butt. Tommy gave him pleasure, when Tommy worked hard and was willing to serve him. Mohammed demanded unquestioning obedience, something new for a Dutch boy like Tommy, who was used to much more freedom. It was a pity the Sultan didn't allow him to have sex with the little boy. After about three weeks, they were at the swimming pool. Tommy walked over to him, naked as always. Handed him his sun cream. Mohammed smiled up at the boy and sat on the edge of his sun bed. Without words he squeezed out a little lotion took Tommy's hip in one hand, and rubbed the back of the boy's thigh with the other. It so happened that the way Mohammed was holding Tommy's hip meant his thumb stretched out and pressed on the boy's little penis. Tommy took a tiny step backwards, he felt his penis growing. Mohammed pulled him closer again and reached down to oil the boy's calf, his thumb rubbed up the soft stiffness. He went slowly down and soon Mohammed was doing the boy's soft tummy, his lower back. Unfortunately, this repeated motion up and down the boy's shaft did suggest masturbation rather than hip-holding. Mohammed had to stop in order to properly do the boy's back, and thighs and legs. His thin arms were nice and he went also between his fingers. "That's nice!" Tommy said and Mohammed knew now, Tommy trusted him all the way and liked his touching. He took Tommy's feet in turn on his thigh and did the tops and between his little toes. "That's nice too," Tommy whispered. Tommy's tummy needed doing again, and so Mohammed gripped his hip again and let his thumb explore. He pressed down on the top on the boy's spongy cock-head. "OK, you are done, little man." Mohammed said with a smile, handing him back the bottle of lotion. "Thanks, Sir." Tommy said with a mix between embarrassment, surprise and complicity all wrapped up in a weak smile. Tommy was educated and every day when Mohammed got in, he would take care of little Tommy, the way the Sultan ordered him. Most days he would run his hands over his body gently, fondle his penis and tiny balls until Tommy had a little erection, which he would play with for a little while. After some time he fondled the boy until he was ready to have an orgasm, but never letting him one. As Tommy responded good and Mohammed was satisfied by his progress and he provided Tommy warmth, food, training, and answered all his boy questions. He liked the willing boy and personally groomed him like his little puppy. =================== Tommy's first steps =================== First Tommy was naked, but after a some days Mohammed just gave Tommy a pair of white silk briefs to wear. The briefs were tight and the outline Tommy's little penis was clearly visible in them. Mohammed realized the boy was indeed the boy of the Sultan's dreams. A lovely slim waist, and the sexy white silk briefs. Close fitting, soft, snow white cotton and a sexy elastic waistband. The Sultan's dream of perfection personified in one European cute boy. "Oh Tommy, I knew you'd look fantastic in your new white briefs, they're so sexy and the Sultan will love to see you in them!" Tommy became shy, was avoiding Mohammed's gaze, but he was looking at the outline of his clearly visible penis, it was tumescent and the boy was shocked. Tommy was perhaps concerned about his penis stiffening. Tommy suddenly blurted out, "I don't want to go on, I want to go home." Tommy cried and Mohammed hugged the boy close to his strong teen body. Mohammed comforted the little boy and said he understood how difficult it was for him, "Yes, Tommy, I do understand, but going home is impossible, your home is here now. You had the courage to be here alone and you had even more courage and serve me. I think you deserve everything I promised you. I will take good care of you and train you for the Sultan, and he will be very good to you when you are ready." Mohammed kissed him and hold him close. The boy smiled again ans whispered, "Thanks," Mohammed decided to be open en honest with the boy and told him he was becoming a Harem boy, and the consequences. Tommy shrank and shivered from the prospect of using his mouth to satisfy a man or feeling a cock shoved into his little butt. Mohammed saw this, but ignored it. He disallowed sometimes his silk white briefs to be worn, training Tommy to be free and naked. Tommy learned and Mohammed told Tommy his penis could find great happiness and his little boy ass could be fucked, when he was ready. Tommy's pink tight ass was much more than a simple butt hole, Mohammed explained, as the naked Tommy kneeled on evening on all fours away from him. "It can and will feel great, to be entered there, really you will love it, Tommy." Mohammed went with his hand over his little bubble butt and stroked his soft skin and he touched the boy's tight hole, pressed on it, but never entered him. Mohammed rubbed his pink hard penis and caress his little balls, and Tommy loved the feeling. Mohammed moved on but never had real sex with him. He massaged his lovely boy's back, hips and his fingers moved around his tiny boy nipples making them hard, till, after a while, Tommy came back for more and more. Mohammed told Tommy he was an excellent boy, but sometimes Tommy felt embarrassed. "Give it time and enjoy. You're not used to intimacy, but let it be there, we will never harm you." Mohammed hold him tight, his naked skin against his naked skin and kissed Tommy. The boy returned his kiss and relaxed. "None of the boys here ever had sex, before they enter the Harem. I have to teach them fondly as the Sultan wish me to do so. I teach the boys how to do and how to receive it. You learn that too and will enjoy to suck and get fucked." Mohammed learned him to welcome his attention, he told the boy to remain available, when he allowed him some freedom and accept his duties as a dedicated Harem boy in training. Tommy learned a lot, also the rather difficult Arabic they spoke here. Unlike the doubts of Mohammed, he learned the language, learned everything not only to be a dedicated Harem boy but also he improved himself. Tommy worked out daily with Mohammed and after a week, he brought in another little Harem boy to play. Mohammed watched them, the boys lay down on the deck at the little pool normally in use by all Harem boys. Nobody disturbed them because the Harem boys were not allowed to be in contact with Tommy at the time. The boys were exposing their young little penises to the sun. How beautiful these boys were, impressed Mohammed. Soaking in the sun, warming their bodies, their childish touching and playing. Their tender penises lay flat on their smooth skin, pointing towards each other. Both boys rolled on their sides and began to thumb through some innocent magazines which Mohammed gave them. Tommy's beautiful bottom faced Mohammed, a fine sheen of water glistened in the crevice that leaded from his tender ass to his spine. Over his hip Mohammed saw his virgin boyhood suspended in air with grace and beauty. Mohammed got hard, he couldn't help himself being turned on. Their two bodies look so natural and innocent there in the sun. The boys got up and dove into the pool. Mohammed thought he needed to beat off, then he could join the beautiful boys in the pool and play with them. Time had passed, since he was captured and smuggled in a private jet with his Daddy, captured to this country. Tommy spoke Arab, learned from Mohammed and his play mates and improved himself more and more. Now he was somewhat taller, Tommy didn't know how long he had been there. His body had grown more, he knew, he was older, but there were not dates, no calendars to count, he was wasn't sure. When he was captured, he was Tommy, a little dreamlike boy. The only tests he had now was learning how to live in the Harem and doing the things he learned. Tommy learned his penis sometimes hardened and showed his enjoyment. He knew Mohammed liked that and he was being rewarded, but he also didn't understand. Tommy had forgotten sometimes his past entirely. He was not only Tommy, owned by the Sultan, he was his Harem boy but also a little boy who became Mohammed's boy willingly. "It's simple kid, we teach them things your father couldn't teach you." Mohammed pulled Tommy to him and his hands felt his butt and penis. Tommy didn't move away. Tommy knew already he wasn't supposed to and he loved the feeling. "Good boy, you're learning. You're learning lots here, aren't you boy?" Tommy nodded his blond head and cuddled next to the Mohammed and kept his words in his head. ================= Tommy's next step ================= Mohammed got the bright idea, so he told little Tommy to use some sun cream to lube his penis. The skin wouldn't be so dry being outside a lot. Tommy was not circumcised and the boy's foreskin pulled tight when he had a boner. Mohammed stood up and brought Tommy to the cabinet in the bathroom and got the jar of sun cream. He asked Tommy to kneel on his knees on the floor. Mohammed opened the jar and dipped his fingers in and retrieved a large amount. he smeared it along his penis and Tommy became hard. He wrapped his palm and fingers around Tommy's little boy boner, going up and down. Tommy was amazed at how good it felt. Tommy closed his eyes and felt Mohammed's stroking hand and soon started to feel his unknown orgasm to start. Mohammed kept stroking his boner, holding his foreskin tight at the base of his little penis with his left hand and Tommy started to get that tingling feeling down in his little testicles. Tommy's body stiffened and jerked. He held his breath as Mohammed watched his penis, Tommy shivered and groaned, "Oh, Mohammed, please!" Tommy thought he might pee, but the boy had an incredible dry orgasm. Mohammed learned Tommy how to do it himself. This way little Tommy discovered masturbation. Although it his orgasms were always dry, he loved the feeling. He could easily induce an orgasm by stroking himself the way Mohammed teached him or more often grinding his little boy crotch against his mattress while lying on his belly. Maybe he just thought about that naughty boys like him; Anyway, Tommy now had found a way to experience great pleasure and he sometimes included his tight briefs in his fantasies, as Tommy told Mohammed he did, Mohammed just smiled, his little boy was great! Tommy fantasies were okay. Mohammed invited two young teen boys from the Harem and they stayed over the night. They got in Tommy's room to sleep in together. Little Tommy slept with Mohammed in his large bed. At mid-night Mohammed woke Tommy up and told him, "Tommy, be quiet, I will show you something, just watch them." They moved to Tommy's room and Tommy was shocked as he saw Yosef and Antwan as Yosef turned on the light. The young teen tried to close the door, but Mohammed would not let him. Yosef saw Tommy and Mohammed standing in the dark door opening. Mohammed nodded his approval for him to fuck the boy, Antwan, his younger little friend. Yosef smiled at them and turned toward the bed. Antwan was naked and on his stomach, naked with his ass open for Yosef's attack. The older teen moved to the side of the bed and removed his briefs as he stared at the gift he was about to receive. Yosef reached out his hand to rub his friend's smooth, firm butt as he stroked his teen cock with his other hand. Tommy watched them, his young mind in turmoil, he never saw or experienced sex and this was totally new. He saw Yosef's teen cock and noticed the teen was shaved all over, his teen cok was wet and impressive and Tommy felt the strange urge to step forward and to touch it. Tommy watched as Yosef climbed on the bed on top of Antwan. Antwan reached back with his hands, grabbed his butt and spread his cheeks for him. Tommy had never seen something like this before. Yosef ran the head of his cock up and down Antwan's young crack asking softly, "Are you sure?" Antwan just nodded his head yes. Yosef put his cock head to Antwan's young pink love entrance, looked at Tommy, winked at him and pushed forward. Tommys mouth dropped open, how was this possible? Antwan squeezed his eyes closed, opened his mouth wide with an "Oh!" and dropped his hands to his sides. Yosef was now all the way in and laying on Antwan's back. He asked his friend, "You okay?" Antwan said, "Oh, Yes! Fuck me!" Yosef looked at Tommy again and smiled as he started his slow fucking. There were a kind of tension in the air. Tommy was extremely excited watching them having sex, his little penis was hard like rock inside his tight briefs. Tommy knew what they were doing, he watched them fuck, but he was naive and innocent. Yosef was picking up speed and fucked his buddy harder and deeper. Tommy feared Yosef was hurting Antwan badly. He didn't speak, but pressed himself into Mohammed who hold him, he learned a lot the last weeks. Tommy was reassured when he heard Antwan begging for more. Mohammed could tell from his little boy boner that he was really excited. He was happy to know that Tommy liked the action and saw that as a positive sign. Tommy was surprised to think such things. He never made sex to another guy, but sometimes he thought how it would be. Tommy was surprised when Mohammed placed his hand on his leg. It was weird, he was just a little boy and suddenly his hand was in his leg made him wanting more, he hoped Mohammed would stroke his penis or press his cock on his little butt. In front of them, Antwan's eyes closed as a low "Oh yes," slipped from his mouth. Yosef said, "Oh fuck! You are so tight!" as he speeded up his thrusts. Now, fifteen minutes later Antwan was squirming in pain, but he begged for Yosef to pound him harder, "Oh yes, please fuck my ass hard and deep. Please..." Yosef lifted his upper body up as he pounded Antwan's young ass. Antwan laid there helpless under his strong older friend and got the hard fucking he begged for. Yosef slowed his pounding and started pounding him again without mercy. Antwan was crying from the pounding as Yosef pushed harder and deeper. One last time and he shook, groaned and shivered and yelled, "Yes! Oh Antwan take my load." He collapsed on his back exhausted. Ten minutes later Yosef slowly lifted himself off of and slipped his teen cock out of his friend. Antwan got up & fell back down, "Oh hell, my ass hurts! Thanks Yosef." Tommy saw Antwan was still hard and he whispered to Mohammed, "Can suck him?" Mohammed replied, "No, you can't, but you get a cock very soon, boy. Come with me!" he reached for Tommy's briefs and stroked his penis and said with a smile, "Your lesson is over, we go to my room." ====================== Tommy meets the Sultan ====================== One evening Mohammed washed Tommy carefully and dressed him in his slik little boy briefs. He was ordered not to speak, unless spoken to. He was taken through the corridor to a large bedroom next to the Harem, in the Sultan's palace, which was kept exclusively for the Sultan's needs with his younger boys. It was here where Mohammed and Tommy waited for the Sultan. The boy had been prepared as requested, having been given a bath. On the on the king sized bed was a boy, wearing a skimpy pair of white cotton briefs, which contrasted with his smooth, brown skin. Tommy watched the boy and kept silent. The Sultan entered the room and ignored Mohammed and Tommy. The Sultan, who was impressive, he was and looked young in years, being no older than twenty, nonetheless was endowed with maturity far beyond his years. The Sultan was a sight to see, he looked powerful and strong. Tommy was especially impressed by the body he saw, it was muscular, hairless and his tattooed chest crowned by two small dark nipples. The Sultan's abdominals were well-defined with a sparse trail of black hair leading from his belly button and disappearing into his modern styled loincloth. It was a single piece of cloth wrapped round his hips, as his only garment. The Sultan's legs were lightly feathered and strong. The tight loincloth could barely hold its contents and seemed ready to burst from its confines. Tommy licked his lips nervously and involuntarily, realizing how much he was going to enjoy the Sultan's private party. The Sultan sat down on the bed next to his boy, reached across and ran his fingers down the side of the boy's smooth torso. The boy's eyes flew open and a large grin split his face. He sat up, flung his arms around the Sultan's neck and kissed him passionately. The Sultan returned the kiss and they remained, lips locked and tongues entwined for a couple of minutes. The Sultan lay on his back and pulled the boy down on top of himself. He began caressing the boy's back, gradually moving his hands lower until he was massaging the two, firm mounds of the boy's butt through the thin material of his briefs. The Sultan's hands slipped under the waistband of his briefs and started squeezing and rubbing the boy's ass directly before the middle finger of the right hand began to slide up and down his crack. The boy's penis turned from soft into hard inches of penis which the Sultan could feel pressing against his belly. The Sultan was in no mood to hang around. He broke the kiss, rolled them over until the boy was in the passive position and sat up to remove his loincloth and his cut, big inches standing at attention and ready for action. "Get ready boy, I will fuck the cum out of your little balls!" The Sultan groaned, and the Sultan leaned over and sucked the boy's nipples before quickly moving down his belly in a series of soft, rapid kisses. When he reached for his briefs, he wasted no time in removing them before turning his attention to the boy's hairless ball sack and to his slim shaft. He licked its length, sucked on the glans and then engulfed its entirety in his mouth, reducing the boy to a squirming, squealing wreck. The Sultan bobbed up and down while his young lover humped back and within a few minutes the boy climaxed with a loud moan and, for the first time, squirted a few drops of thin semen into the Sultan's mouth and in his handsome face. Tommy felt jealous, this teen boy could cum! Wow, that must be marvelous! The Sultan moved up and kissed the boy again, allowing him to share the taste of his very first cum and the boy's eyes opened wide as he recognized the importance of the moment. Mohammed hold Tommy tight to his body and pushed his hand over his mouth. Tommy understood the message and kept silent, although his penis was stiff in his own tight briefs. The Sultan raised the lad's right leg, lined up his hard cock and pushed it home with one shove. The boy groaned and pushed back, as if trying to get the penis even deeper inside himself. They adjusted their position to get comfortable and the Sultan began to move in and out with long, slow thrusts. For over years they were very much in tune with one another's body. The boy pushed back and squeezed his inner muscles in time with the Sultan's thrusts, while he ensured that his cockhead brushed the boy's prostate with every stroke. They kept the rhythm going for some time before the Sultan began to feel his orgasm building. He pulled out, turned the boy onto his back and bent his legs back. The boy held them in position while the Sultan re-entered, then placed his feet on his shoulders. Gripping the boy's thighs just above the knees, the Sultan began to pound the boy's arse; thrusting rapidly in and out at an angle that caused his cock to hit the boy's sensitive gland each time. In a minute the Sultan was close to cumming again and this time he didn't stop but continued to hump into his boy until his climax hit and he began pumping his spunk into the boy's open stretched ass hole. The pounding of the boy's prostate had not been in vain; just after the Sultan climaxed the boy did likewise, a tiny dribble of watery boy juice landing on his belly as he enjoyed his first wet anal orgasm. Afterwards they spooned again under a single sheet, snoozing together. Mohammed and Tommy left the room in deep silence. Mohammed told Tommy that the boy had been the Sultan's favorite boy for a long time, but tradition said the boy was now transferred the young teen section of the Harem. Tommy asked, "Why, Mohammed?" Mohammed smiled, "It's simple Tommy, tradition. He is not a boy anymore ad he grows hair around his penis and had a wet orgasm. The Sultan is very pleased with you, because you are much too young for an wet orgasm and he loves your cute little body, Tommy." He winked at Tommy, but the boy didn't get the clue. ============= Tommy's dream ============= That night Tommy had a dream. He walked through the door of the Harem into a wonderfully room. The room was wide and looked beautiful. Lying on a huge bed in this room was Mohammed, his teacher, he looked impressive and strong. Mohammed looked up and smiled at him. Tommy nearly fell over, Mohammed looked exactly like the Sultan his still unknown owner and master. The big difference was that Mohammed was wearing tight white boxer shorts and a tight sleeveless undershirt, like teens in Europe do. It showed off his beautiful physique even better. Mohammed looked in Tommy's eyes and said, "You look as beautiful as I suspected you would, come, sit here." Mohammed pointed to some cushions, placed in such a way that if Tommy sat there Mohammed, his teacher, was able to stroke his whole little body, including his penis and butt. Mohammed did precisely what he wished for. The man hugged him and his soft touch brought him to an almost instant erection, he continued caressing Tommy paying lots of attention to his little nipples and his small boy balls. Tommy relaxed and spread his legs and arms, to open himself to him. "I am going to take you to paradise, so come, join me." Tommy looked around and there were stairs leading onto a beautifully terrace beyond which he could see rolling hills and beaches with olive trees. Mohammed placed him in the center of the soft bed and in this beautiful dream Tommy found himself on his back. Mohammed towered over him and slowly inserted his cock between his wet lips, sliding in deeply, going in and out of his little mouth. Tommy could feel every ridge, bump and texture along its length. Tommy remember his mouth being really wet and the head of his cock was bumping against the opening of his throat. He could feel the suction as he withdrew it and glided it back in as far as he could. Over and over again Tommy sucked, feeling the soft head of Mohammed's very hard cock rubbing over his tongue. With each thrust he felt the excitement of being able to be pulled closer and closer to his kid orgasm. In his dream Tommy thought how wonderful the tingles in his tummy and penis felt. Eventually he took his tunic off and slid between Tommy's legs. Slowly Mohammed lifted Tommy over his strong body to place him above him, not touching him, just holding him up in his strong hands. Tommy looked down on Mohammed, easily, softly, Mohammed lowered his body down on him, their skins touched. Mohammed kissed him on the lips, a soft, silky kiss. His eyelids slowly open and a pair of dark eyes look back at Tommy. Something was strange, something between Tommy's smooth legs was moving past his boy butt. Tommy looked down into his deep, dark eyes. Mohammed looked at Tommy like he was looking at little baby boy. Mohammed put his hand on his back and pulled him tight against him, his manhood, hard as rock, was pushing and pulsating up against Tommy soft bottom, looking for a way in. Slowly, satin soft Mohammed entered him; but in his dream, it felt like sucking him up to become one, melted into one body. Tommy was so relaxed and he felt his body was penetrated and united with the older teen, as in a warm cloud. Mohamed slowly made love to him. The birds in the trees sang love songs for them. There was no need to talk, nature provided the music and something inside Tommy was warming up, it felt so good. He didnt know what, but a wave burst from him. Mohammed's burst of man love, what he called his seed was filling him and he was bursting it out, not to stop. He hadn't breathed but, he gasped for air. Tommy sat on his lap, put his smooth boy legs around him and tightened his tender bum, not to let him loose. Cradling him, he walked to the open door and, with the wind blowing the silk curtain over us, he took Tommy outside. Mohammed showed that Tommy was his boy, that they are one, he took the path to the pool where the waterfall splashes and stopped, stopped to find its way from the pool to flow again to the sea. He walked slowly into the water and Tommy saw it was the North Sea with him still cradled in his arms, kissing him lightly. Carrying him, Mohammed brought him back to Holland, he saw the yellow dunes, the Dutch clouds in the blue sky, his little friends from school on the beach waving at him. Mohammed walked on, went hip-deep into the water, he hold him tight with one hand at his back. Using his other hand he lowers him downwards. Tommy felt the cold water on his back as he set him floating. Still holding him with one hand, he loosened his smooth boy legs from around his waist with the other. Placing his hands on his slim upper legs, Mohammed gently floated him away from him and they uncouple. Tommy felt the cold water rush in where his love and warm seed had been cradled, deep inside of him. Tommy squeezed himself closed to prevent his warn seed from flowing away to the sea. Tommy collapsed, drowned in his turmoil of feelings, but felt safe and relaxed. He is back home and felt dizzy but extremely happy. When Tommy opened his eyes, the sun had just crested over the horizon. The shadows of palm trees outside his room stretched over his body, and he yawned, stretching. Standing, he wiped the sleep from his eyes. he half muttered, "Wow! What a dream!" Tommy looked around, this was not Holland, but the Harem of the Sultan and his eyes went down to the front of his tiny white briefs to see if they were dry. Tommy was kind of disappointed that they were. But, sometime today they'll be full of boy seed, he was sure of that. Tommy was now wake and looked up, Mohammed stood next to him and smiled, "Good morning, you must have had a marvelous dream. I think you are ready." Reactions and suggestions are welcome at: groeiutrecht@gmail.com Chaim/The Netherlands 2018