Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2017 20:33:33 -0800
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Lincoln's Pride Ch. 13

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-+-{Lincoln's Pride}-+-

 -'[Part 13]'-

"You are so horny, my love. Bilaal did not take care of your needs?" Samir
asked as I rubbed against him. The morning light was coming through the
windows and I'd woken up to find him holding me and checking some things on
his phone. He smelled clean and fresh, without the filth of the night
before. He must have woken before me and went to shower. I rubbed a hand
down his stomach until I found his hard, throbbing cock against his thigh.

"He did," I yawned and kissed his hairy, brown nipple. I rubbed my nose
into his muscled chest.

"But it wasn't the same. He could not satisfy you as only your lion can?"
Samir smirked and kissed my forehead. He pushed back my hair and his eager
eyes locked on mine.

"What happened? And why is your hair so short? You look darker," I noted as
I appraised him.

"I was in the sun a great deal. I had to sneak into the Arizen tribe to
work things out with them. I had to pose as one of them to gain access to
my contacts there," Samir confessed.

"It looks good on you, like a warrior," I praised.

"That is what I am, sweet one. A leader is first a warrior for his people,
a protector of his tribe," Samir asserted. He studied me as his hand slid
down to rub my ass.

"How did you fix things? What were all the papers I signed yesterday?" I
urged.

"Did you want answers first or do I get to claim my reward of your hole?"
Samir laughed.

"Answers! No... Cock! No... Do both," I begged. I kept pressing into his chest
to feel that he was really here with me. I made a little whine. It
disgusted me how desperate I was for him. I lost my dignity completely. I
lowered my eyes, ashamed to look at him like that, but he put his hand
under my chin and lifted it for a kiss.

"It's ok, Lincoln," he read my thoughts as usual. "I missed you too," he
assured.

"You're alive! You're here! You're... naked!" A voice yelled as the door to
our room flung open. Caleb bounded in and flopped down on the other side of
Samir. Samir pulled the comforter up his stomach quickly. Luckily, Caleb
was on top of the comforter since Samir was naked and aroused underneath.
He pushed his head under Samir's right arm to lay against his chest.

"I could get used to waking up like this! Both of my boys. This is how it
should be," Samir laughed. My face was inches from Caleb's as we rolled our
eyes to each other.

"I don't mind if Link doesn't," Caleb rubbed a hand up Samir's chest.

He's about to tell us what happened!" I shushed Caleb and looked up at
Samir who was all too taken with the sight of the two loves of his life,
former and current, sharing space on his chest.

"I got to thinking about the Arizen claim that they were being cheated on
the shared tribal payments. Each tribe who earns above average profits must
share some of it with the tribes earning below average profits. It is
similar to how your country does taxes. Satra is the richest, most
developed of the tribes, but we get resources and military protection from
the less developed ones," Samir explained.

"Get to the good part, did you shoot someone?" Caleb asked.

"I knew that if I could show which Satra families were not paying their
fair share then we could resolve this with the Arizen. To do that, I needed
to get in the database from the Arizen accounts. They use an antiquated
system, but it is meticulous. I had to get to my friend who was assembling
the best hackers. They could trace the payments all the way back to the
original point before they all were combined," Samir informed as he pet us
like... pets.

"Is that why you shaved your head? I like it," Caleb glowed.

"Yes, I had to sneak in to meet with them. Once I got their help, we were
able to track the missing amounts back to one group of families. The
Halabis, cheap bastards, they were putting in their payments but then
diverting them back after the yearly audit. They made it look like the
Arizen were spending their payments on products from the Halabi businesses.
It was somewhat brilliant how they had set it up. But how can a starving
people spend $100 million a year on cosmetics and specialty foods?" Samir
shook his head.

"That's terrible! Will they be charged?" I asked. Caleb looked over at me.
He was already bored with the story and making faces at me. He was very
immature sometimes.

"Well maybe, but I decided to leave that up to the Arizen. I only wanted to
prove that the Hamad industries, all of my family assets, were being
rightfully shared with their people. I wanted them to leave us alone so we
could get back to business as usual. This has been harmful to my villagers.
They did nothing wrong in this," Samir sighed.

"And me! I've been bored with the shutdown. All I'm doing is apologizing,"
Caleb pouted.

"And yes, poor Caleb," Samir mocked. He kissed the top of Caleb's hair.

"I went directly to the Arizen leaders. I offered them the proof they
needed, but we talked it over and decided revenge would be better. My
family along with other Satra leaders have enough collective stock in the
Halabi businesses to control them. We decided to all sell our stocks to the
Arizen for a very reduced price," Samir noted.

"Is that what I signed for yesterday? There were so many papers," I said as
my lip brushed his nipple. It made him shiver and he quickly lost all
interest in Caleb. He turned to look down at me.

"Some of them. See, we couldn't let the Halabis on on what we were doing.
So everyone sold off a few portfolios of the smallest junk they could find
and threw in the Halabi stock. Then we spread the word that Satra leaders
should liquidate and disperse our assets in foreign places before the
Arizen could lay claim. It worked. Even tribal leaders not in on our plan
dumped stocks and things that were too close to home," Samir said as he put
his nose against my scalp and breathed me in. He loved my hair, my smell.

"That's genius!" Caleb said, feeling left out. I reached over to him and
rubbed his cheek. He had been a good friend, and I knew a piece of Samir
belonged to him.

"Well yes, that was step one. The next step is for the Arizen to assemble
the stock and begin to exert control over the Halabi industries. I told
them they would have enough to ruin them, but they are placing their top
financial minister on it to instead extract what is owed them. They will
need another week or so to accomplish this so we will stay here," Samir
informed.

"You'll be staying?" Caleb perked up.

"Yes, until this is settled we have to appear as though we ran. The Arizen
have promised to protect our home and allow our villagers safe commerce as
a reward. They are honorable men so there is no reason to doubt that our
people will be in danger." Samir rubbed his nose against my hair as I slid
my hand down to his cock under the comforter. I needed him soon.

"Then why did you go silent on me? I was worried," I sniffed.

"Me too! I was so torn up," Caleb lied.

"I know, my loves. I am so sorry for that. The Arizen needed assurance that
I would complete my mission and keep my word. Until Lincoln transferred the
stocks, they silence my communication. They couldn't risk me
double-crossing them. An Arizen guard held my devices and we flew to Mexico
City while the deal was going through. When we arrived, he waited to
confirm that everything had been accomplished. He gave me my passport and
items and flew home while I got on the first plane I could find to Los
Angeles. I found you as soon as I could," Samir assured me. I noted that he
hadn't woken Caleb last night to assure him.

"So now we wait?" I asked. I had so many questions. I looked across to
Caleb, he was happy we would be here.

"Waiting isn't so bad. I have a boy under each arm, both of them waiting to
please me. I can think of worse places to wait." Samir gave a smug look
that made it unsure if he was joking.

"It'll just be Link for the time being. I'm a little sore right now," Caleb
informed.

"Why did I have to sign the papers though?" I ignored Samir's joke.

"When I hired you, that first week, I put you through tests to see that you
were loyal and competent. I didn't expect you to be so good with my
business or learn things so quickly, so eagerly. I was impressed with you.
Caleb was as well. We both agreed to have you sign paperwork to handle
legal affairs in my absence. It is why Ali had you do it. You are also an
American citizen so it was easier to file things under your name," Samir
said.

"It was my idea. I used to have to sign for things when Samir was busy,"
Caleb laughed.

"You trust me," I glowed.

"Of course, my heart. Caleb was very thorough in finding the perfect boy to
carry out the things he did not want to do anymore. He is actually quite
shrewd with research and professional matters when he is focused.
Businessmen underestimate him to their own peril sometimes. He was quite
focused in finding someone to replace him for the parts he didn't want to
do anymore," Samir said in a hauntingly sorrowful note as though he missed
Caleb.

"Like paperwork, obedience, boring little cub duties. Linky-dink can have
it all," Caleb said with sincerity. He really did want me there.

"I'm ready to go home," I said and looked to see Samir's eyes flare with
understanding. He knew what I meant. I wanted to be back to our lives
together in Satra, my school, our home.

"We will, my love. It will be over soon... Ali is flying in today. I should
go check on Emerson," Samir noted.

"You didn't check in on me," Caleb mumbled.

"I most certainly did. I peeked in last night and saw you were happily
wrapped up with an Arabian boy! I assumed you were back to normal," Samir
laughed.

"It's why I'm sore... Not complaining though," Caleb smirked.

+++

Things were a little awkward at breakfast. Bilaal and the others had
already eaten, but he joined us to give Samir an update on things with the
house and setup he'd done here for us.

"I'm very pleased! You can take Emerson and the boys to the airport to pick
up Ali this afternoon. They want to be there when he arrives. Caleb, you
and I have a little business to sort out. You've done well managing things
here, but we need to grow it. I've set up a meeting for us for a few local
leads. We have to make up some of the money this shutdown has cost us.
You'll handle things after I leave." Samir was in work mode. He was ready
to get back to work.

"I can help with..." I started to say but Samir cut me off with a dissenting
headshake.

"I need you to stay here, little one. Tonight you will be my sole focus,
but there is much to do. They are going to show us some properties and
business ideas. There won't be room for all three of us," he said as he put
a hand to my cheek and looked at me with those eyes that said nothing else
mattered.

We finished up our breakfast while Samir went over plans with Caleb. Bilaal
and I looked at each other with shared unimportance. Samir and Caleb put on
nice clothes and headed off to their meeting.

"Do you want to work out with me?" Bilaal asked when he found me trying to
read a magazine in the quiet living room. I had on my workout shorts and a
red muscle shirt. I looked over at him with awkward hesitation. We had an
abrupt ending to what was building between us. I nodded.

We spent a good hour smashing it out on the weights and cardio. He kept the
conversation light as though he had pre-planned several acceptable topics
and comments. There was a professional callus that formed over our
relationship. He was there for our security and well-being.

The house staff back in Satra was different. They treated me like a ghost.
When I broke the wall and spoke or touched them, they jumped in fear that
there would be retribution from the Hamad men. Cubs were off limits. When
put through the cultural sieve of American equality, we changed from
untouchable ghosts to children who needed to be pampered and protected.

Bilaal headed off to his own shower and got ready to take Emerson and his
boys to meet Ali at the airport. I went to my room, cleaned up, and then
found myself in an empty house. I texted Samir who said he still had a lot
of business left and wouldn't be home for awhile.

I decided to head out. I couldn't sit around the house all afternoon
feeling useless. I didn't have a car, but I had the rideshare app on my
phone for emergencies. I knew Samir wanted me to stay put, but he was busy
with Caleb.

I put on jeans, a tight blue muscle shirt that had "Owned Boy" written in
Arabic, and red skater shoes. Samir had the shirt made for me as a joke,
but it was tight in just the right spots with a low v-neck that showed my
pecs so he liked to see me in it. My hair was a mess of blonde going in
every direction, but Samir seemed to like it that way. He'd said it looked
like I'd done a really good job and my head got too many pats.

The driver who picked me up was thrilled to have a passenger that would
take her into LA where she could spend the rest of the day with more
lucrative fares. She was proud of her ancient Honda Civic. I gave her a
hefty tip.

I got dropped off in the area Bilaal had shown me. I'd remembered seeing a
vintage surf and skate shop that I wanted to check out. I hadn't been on a
board since junior high, but I used to keep up with my friends when we
went. An older cousin had given me his ancient skateboard when he got his
driver's license. If I was going to spend the next week or so trapped in
the compound, it might not be bad to relearn some old tricks.

I was looking at the boards deciding between a short board and one that was
a custom art piece with the California bear skating across the flag. It was
something I didn't usually go for, but it was a souvenir I could take home.
People always seemed to light up when I said I was from here. It carries
its own culture.

"You again!" A somewhat familiar voice sounded behind me. I turned to see
Jace, the smoky gay boy from the juice bar standing close behind me. He was
tall, gangly and pale with small black plugs in each ear. He had
black-framed hipster glasses on and his dark brown hair flopped in a swoosh
across his forehead. He eyed me with an eager stare.

"Ahh hey man, what's good?" I asked with a wink.

"Nice shirt. What does it say?" He pointed to my chest with a lump in his
throat.

"Gotta learn Arabic, no cheating bro!" I laughed. I brushed my hair back
with my fingers and saw him squirm nervously.

"Are you getting that board? I'll put your name on it or whatever... if you
want. You can pick different wheels too." Jace leaned around me and gave
one of the wheels a flick. As it spun, I caught him sniffing my cologne.

"You work here?" I was impressed. He looked more like a barista than a
skater.

"Part time. They like my art though. I made this one freehand." He traced a
finger over the bear as he brushed against my chest.

"Wow! Now I have to buy it! It's really well done. You have talent." I
picked up the board and looked around for the register.

"I just like to draw... Come in the back with me. I've got my air pens so we
can write on it for you!" Jace hopped excitedly.  I followed him back
behind the counter. He had a tiny studio setup in the back room with big
open windows for ventilation.

"Can you do Arabic script?" I asked knowing just what I wanted to put on
the board.

"If you can draw it, I can do it!" He glowed at the chance to show me his
craft. He handed me a notepad and pencil. "But you have to tell me what it
means! Your shirt too!"

I told him it said "owned boy" as I wrote out my name as Samir did it. He
always put it as `Lincoln Hamad' claiming he'd forgotten my real last name
and that it didn't matter anymore anyways. Jace had a million questions and
I noticed his pants tenting as I opened up about it.

"Holy fuck that is hot!" He was on the edge of his seat.

"I guess so. Some days though it just feels good to get out and be myself
for awhile. It's really just like any other family," I shrugged and handed
him the paper as it hit me that the Hamads were really my family now.

"Nah, nah, nah! You're going to help me, bro! This is your board. It needs
your touch. I'll show you how easy it is," he declared and grabbed two
white masks out of a drawer to cover our mouths and noses. He fired up a
little machine and I picked out a gold paint to go with the red and green
of the flag.

"Here, let me," Jace said. He raised up on his toes to pull the string
behind my head and then secured the circular mask over my nose and mouth.
He pushed back my hair as though he'd accidentally mussed it. He put his
own on and then fired up the small machine. He loaded the gold paint and
then secured my board on his table. He put the wheels into locking trays so
it wouldn't slide.

"Ok. Just relax and I'll guide your hands," he said with a tone of
authority as he got behind me and handed me the airbrush pen. He put his
hand over mine and put his other arm around me. I'm not sure why, but his
technique required his left hand pressing against my abs. Maybe he wanted
to hold me still.

He had the notepad with my Arabic scripted name next to the board. He
studied it for a second before clicking a switch in the pen and moving my
hand to the board. I felt the tent of his bulge grind slowly against my
ass.

"That's it, Lincoln, nice and easy. Let me guide you," he whispered as he
put his chin over my shoulder and guided me. He absentmindedly rubbed my
abs as he concentrated on painting my name. He pushed up against me again
and I could have sworn he was bucking his hips.

The script started to come to life. Jace took on a buzz of power as he
showed me his expertise in action. He had that light grace of a gifted
artist. He cleaned up my lines and straightened my script as though Arabic
was his native choice of letters. He fattened up the arcs and leveled out
the lines of my sloppy writing. I relaxed into his skinny arms as I did
with a man of power.

"That's awesome dude!" I praised as he finished up with my name. He kept on
rubbing against my ass and I started to push back. There was something
about seeing his artistry, his pride in creating amazing work; it made me
feel submissive in his arms. Power has little to do with size or physical
strength.

"Lincoln Hamad, owned cub," he laughed as he clicked off the pen. He paused
before releasing his hold on my stomach. He gave a quick peck of his lips
against my cheek. He pulled away from me with a rub to my ass. I turned and
smiled as my cheeks warmed with blush.

"Thanks, bro! It looks so beast!" I was amazed by it. I admired people who
could make something so perfect look so easy.

"You want to try it out? I get a lunch break and there's a small skate park
out back! I'll ring you up and we can head over if you want!" Jace was
ready to make a day with me. I followed him to the register and added a
healthy tip to the price. His eyes bulged appreciatively when he saw it.

We went out back where there was a wide cement path along a branch of the
LA river. I had done enough yoga with Emerson to remember how to balance
myself on the board. We skated down the path to a small park that had an
area with ramps and rails for a few skater kids.

Jace gave me a sample of his moves to show off. He wasn't exactly Street
League quality, but he drew impressed nods from the other skaters. I rolled
back and forth as I watched. He rolled over, jumped up, and then kicked his
board up as he stood in front of me.

"Your turn, Linc," He smirked. I felt the challenge. He was wanting my
approval on this as well. Maybe Bilaal was right when he said Jace was all
over me.

I nodded and pushed off. I used to go up the ramp and then flip my board
all the way around before landing on it. But that was five or six years ago
and I'd fallen on my ass a hundred times before getting it right. Still, I
wasn't going to back down from a challenge.

I got up my speed and hit the ramp ok. When I ran out of ramp though, my
jump turned into a misstep and my board sailed away in a comical arc. I
landed half on the edge of the next ramp and banged my ass really hard then
rolled to land on my arm. Where it was already injured from my encounter
with the prowler.

"Uhh!" I yelled as I felt it scrape against the cement. More cuts, more
blood.

"Lincoln! Fuck!" Jace yelled and rushed to me.

"Ow!" I said simply. I sat up and he looked me over. He helped me up and I
grabbed my board with my good hand. He helped me limp back towards the
store.

"I can't believe you're not hurt worse! That looked bad," Jace said as he
led me to the restroom. I washed the blood off while he grabbed paper
towels and patted at my cuts. He put antibiotic cream and we tried to put a
bandage on my arm as my phone started to ring.

I fished it out and answered it. I was attending to my cuts so I had to put
him on speakerphone. I set the phone on the counter between me and Jace who
pointed happily to Samir's picture that showed when he called. "Hot!" He
whispered.

"Why are you out of the house? Bilaal got a call from the housekeepers at
home who said you were missing. I told you I'd be all yours when I'm
finished with this! Why couldn't you follow orders?" Samir barked.

Jace gave raised eyebrows of concern and mouthed, "psycho," in silence. I
stifled a laugh.

"I needed to get out. It's rough being in prison. I needed a break, warden!
I needed to hope again!" I joked. Samir was not amused.

"I know this is hard on you, little one. I forget how young you are. You
waited when I was missing and still haven't had me inside you... but I am
trying to build business here for us. I'll send Bilaal to come collect
you," Samir sighed.

"I can take the ride-share service. I just want to stay out a little
longer. I made a friend and we're hanging out." I felt like I was
negotiating with my father.

"You're only eighteen years old, Lincon! You can not wander the city on
your own meeting strangers! And what is all that noise you're making?"
Samir fumed. He wasn't used to me pushing back.

"I'm trying to bandage my arm," I said as I fumbled with the tape.

"You're injured again? My perfect boy! Do I need to come there?" Samir
sounded frantic.

"No, just cut it when I fell off the skateboard. It's all right. It stopped
bleeding. I'll be home before dinner, I promise!" I noticed Jace looking
awkwardly at me and I suddenly felt the embarrassment of an eighteen year
old having to beg for a small slice of freedom. I'd been here on my own for
a few weeks now and it felt weird to have to explain why I was out.

"I have to go, Lincoln. Be home before it's dark out," Samir stressed. I
heard the disappointment and concern in his voice. He had been away from me
for just as long and forgot that I wasn't the compliant cub that Emerson
was.

"Can I get something pierced?" I added, hoping for a laugh.

"Lincoln! There will be no new holes or tattoos for my boy! You are already
facing punishment for disobeying me and leaving without letting someone
know!" Samir barked.

"Joke!" I swore. I paused for a second and then added, "I'm sorry... Love
you."

"Be safe, my heart. Remember who loves you more than anything," Samir
ended.

"I can take you home, man! It's no problem," Jace said when I hung up.

"It's Calabassas," I warned him. It was a little far out there.

"No prob, I get off in an hour if you want to hang out." Jace clapped a
hand on my shoulder.  I helped him with his work. I unpacked some wheels
and trucks. I helped set up a display of crazy laces in the shoe area. I
even helped a lady who was looking through shirts for her son.

Things were going well and I enjoyed being an employee until these two
darker guys came in. I wasn't sure if they were hispanic or arabic, but
then I noticed them looking at my shirt. I should have known better than to
venture out to Bilaal's area and not expect to find more of his people. The
suggestive shirt didn't help matters. They seemed delighted but shocked to
find me in it. One pointed it out to the other and they both paused to
laugh.

I tried to turn and walk the other way, but they started talking about me
in Arabic. I hadn't heard it in a few weeks and a sharp pain of missing
home stopped me in my tracks.

"Someone must have given it to him as a joke," one of them said in his
language.

"Maybe he fucked him and is making him wear it. You know these light boys
will do whatever they can to get our cocks," the other responded.

"You think he's a pussy boy? He looks pretty jock to me," the first one
said. I pretended not to know what they were saying and I squatted down
with my back to them as though I was fixing something on the shelf.

"You remember that guy in highschool I told you I used to fuck? He was the
star pitcher, ended up with a full scholarship to UCLA. He had the tightest
bubble pussy. He used to beg me to fuck him. That night they won the
championships he was outside my window instead of out celebrating with his
team," the second guy replied with a laugh.

I pushed out my ass for them to get a good look. They were getting
downright filthy, emboldened by the safety of thinking that their language
was private since no other Arabs were in the store.

"I bet he made the shirt, he probably begs for it," the first one said. I
turned my head to see him give his crotch a rub. I was so horny and needed
to pounce on Samir when he got home. These guys were reminding me of that.

"Did you guys need help with something? I can show you whatever you need" I
asked in English with an innocent look.

"Fuck, those lips are made for cock. I bet he's pretty good," the other guy
said in Arabic.

"Yeah he can definitely show me what I need, hot little fucker," the first
guy said. He straightened up, gave a friendly nod, and added in English,
"Just looking around! Thanks!"

They were around Bilaal's age and equally as handsome though not nearly as
built.

I got up and leaned against the counter, bending to show my ass off and
pretending to work a muscle cramp in my thigh. I looked at them as though I
had hurt something and needed to rub it out. It forced my ass out and
showed off my abs as I twisted around as though inspecting the injury.

"Are you seeing this? What the fuck? Where do these pussy jocks drop from?"
The second guy inhaled sharply as he pursed his lips and took me in.

"Sorry," I said in English. "I think I pulled something when I fell off my
board. It's sore all the way up to here!" I rubbed my hand up to my ass and
slid my fingers up between my cheeks. I let my jeans slide down a little so
they could see the band of my brightly colored briefs.

"I'd make him so sore... plant my cock so deep it would never find its way
out! Hot little fucker and he knows it," the first guy bragged in Arabic.
The biggest thrill was understanding them, knowing how much they wanted my
hole.

"He's begging for it, man." The second one agreed.

I straightened up then, it was nearly time for us to head out and I
realized I'd let this go on too long. Samir would have been amused at
first, but then scolded me for going too far.

"Let me know if you need anything... anything at all," I said in Arabic and
they froze in sudden horror. Their dark cheeks blushed, but then the first
one recovered quickly and looked at me with lust.

"Who lets you out wearing a shirt like that?" he asked me in his language.

"Link? You ready to go? The night guy is here to take over," Jace
interrupted. I looked up to see him eyeing me and the men with concern.

"Sure, let me grab my board," I said. I got to my feet and followed him to
the back room.

+++

"How did you even get into all this? It sounds like some wild movie," Jace
began interrogating me as soon as we pulled away from the store in his
rickety old toyota. We hit traffic almost immediately so I had no choice
but to tell him the whole story from the beginning.

I told him how I met Samir and interviewed for the job, the lust over his
power, his muscles, his dominant culture. I told him about Satra and
Emerson, Caleb and even Anders. I didn't realize how much my world had gone
into an alternate universe in the past six months. He was on the edge of
his seat as we inched along the 101 in rush hour.

"I've never heard anything like that. It's like a different world. Are they
all like that? How do I get one of my own?" Jace said. He looked at me
differently now. Before, he'd been all over me. He had rubbed my ass, felt
my abs, sniffed my cologne. But now he looked at me like a gateway, the
ticket-taker at Disney Arabia.

"I don't know... I mean..." I didn't know how to respond.

"What about that guy who was with you the other day? Is he like that? He
was pretty cute, but I... I never thought about a guy like that," Jace
revealed. I could see the wheels turning in his head.

"Here's my exit... That was Bilaal..." I started to say as Jace exited the
crawl of traffic. I felt suddenly protective of Bilaal. I knew he wasn't
mine to be jealous for. I had Samir, and I was positive Samir wasn't going
to let me play around with Bilaal.

We made it back to the compound and Bilaal buzzed us inside the gates. He
was waiting when we pulled up. I hadn't invited Jace inside, but he pulled
his car off towards the garages as though I had.

"Do you know how much trouble I could have been in? When I left with
Emerson, you were quietly reading! Why didn't you tell me you were heading
out?" Bilaal fumed. He didn't acknowledge Jace's presence, but I turned to
see Jace eyeing him with newfound interest.

"I know... I just had to get out. I didn't mean to get you in trouble," I
said as I came towards him. His body relaxed as I showed repentance. He
noticed the skateboard I was holding and reached to grab it.

"Cool board! There's a skate shop by my gym," Bilaal perked up.

"Yeah, I work there," Jace chimed. I saw Jace's eyes focus on Bilaal as he
hopped on my board.

"I used to spend hours on mine with friends!" Bilaal pushed off and did a
loop around the circular driveway. He jumped up and the board flipped twice
before he landed on it perfectly before skating back over to us.

"That all you got?" Jace asked with a laugh. Bilaal gave him the board and
Jace was off doing his full show. He went straight towards the gate like he
was going to ram it. He squatted down on the board then lifted it up
somehow and flipped. He pivoted, kicked off the wall, and then landed on
his board heading in the other direction. It was pretty risky, like a cross
between boarding and parkour. Bilaal whistled appreciatively. It looked
even better framed against the pink sunset.

"Not bad, kid," Bilaal teased as though that wasn't the coolest trick we'd
ever seen.

It was like in one of those movies where the little flying cupid shoots
arrows and two strangers suddenly turn to see each other. Their eyes bulge
out while one of those comical "Ahh-OOH-guh" sounds plays. It was no longer
a triangle, and I had no point there.

I started to feel a little angry, but then I remembered the look on
Bilaal's face when he had to give up the bed we shared because Samir had
returned. He looked like he'd been plucked off a cloud and sent hurtling to
the earth. He deserved some happiness. He deserved Jace's look of
adoration. Maybe it would blossom or just end in a really hot fuck. Either
way, they had my blessing.

"Lincoln," Ali's voice sounded from the entryway. He motioned for me and I
left Bilaal and Jace to their flirting. It was Anders all over again! He
was the nordic cub I rescued from a lazy, mean older man. Samir had watched
me fuck him, amused by my innocence and inability. But then Samir took over
and had shown him what a real man could do.

When he met Khalid, I was no longer important. He had what he truly desired
and never looked at me again. It would be the same with Jace. When he heard
my story, it flipped a switch in him as well. In his eyes, I was just
another boy now.

"Let me see your arm. Samir told me you were hurt. I'll take a look," Ali
drew me in under his arm and led me inside where it was brighter.

"It's not so bad," I shrugged as he poked at my bandage and twisted my arm
gently.

"I'll have to redo this bandaging and make sure you cleaned it properly,"
he noted. It was fine, but he was reminding me that his father was a
respected physician. Emerson appeared behind him. He signed that he had put
the twins down for a nap.

Ali led me back towards their bathroom where he knew Emerson would have a
supply of first aid things. Emerson was always prepared for anything his
kids might get in to. Emerson followed and the two of them worked to clean
and bandage my arm better. I sat on the counter as they stood over me
inspecting the cuts.

"I can't believe you left like that. Samir has always been too permissive
with his cubs. He spoils them!" Ali said and signed. Emerson offered me an
eye roll of support when Ali looked away.

"He's only 18. He needs to get out and experience life. Being trapped here
is too much for him. I have the boys to take care of. He is alone. What did
Samir expect?" Emerson signed to Ali.

"You're right. I would never have left you by yourself like this," Ali
nodded and leaned over me to kiss his husband as I sat between them on the
counter. They broke their kiss and went back to inspecting my injury like
two doting parents. Once again I felt like someone much younger. I didn't
mind it so much with them though, they fascinated me.

"You did leave me alone, in Morocco!" Emerson signed with a laugh.

"You had your dog," Ali signed back and offered an apologetic smile.

"Lincoln!" I heard Samir calling my name from down the hall.

"Ikharus!" Ali yelled back which is his dialect of saying `shut up.' The
twins were taking a nap in their parents' bed and he didn't want them
awakened.

"Lincoln, little one!" Samir yelled softly as he wheeled the corner and saw
me sitting on the counter between his older brother and Emerson.

"He's fine," Ali assured, "But you should cane his bottom for sneaking off
like that." Ali's words were harsh, but he gave me a wink and rubbed his
hand over my hair.

"I plan to! He will be punished. And why would you wear this shirt? You
know what message it sends to men who can read it! You could have been
hurt," Samir fumed, but I saw the lust in his eyes. He needed time with me
as badly as I did with him. He would surely punish me, but he had urgent
business with my ass before he caned it. I definitely wouldn't tell him
about the two Arab guys who talked about it at the skate store.

Emerson interjected and signed what he had told Ali about not being too
hard on me. Samir respected him and paused to see what he had to say. He
would listen to Emerson, the perfect cub neither Caleb nor I could ever
live up to. Samir nodded and slid his hands under my armpits like he was
going to lift me off the counter.

"I just hurt my arm, my legs are fine," I said and pushed towards him.
Instead of backing off though, he pressed in between my legs and leaned in
for a kiss. I slid my arms around him over his shoulders and he pushed me
back against the mirror.

"Out! You two," Ali growled. He could see where this was going and wanted
us away.

Samir laughed and pulled me against his chest insistently. I wrapped my
legs around his waist and he lifted me. No matter how strong I get, Samir
still takes pride in being able to cart his boy off to bed.

"I want you to meet the the investor we are working with," Samir said when
he'd closed their door. "He will be coming for dinner. It is the Persian
man who is helping us find investments. He is bringing his cub along for
dinner."

"But what about? I need it... I need you. Can we just?" I asked noting the
impending need we both had for naked time with each other.

"It will wait a bit, and I'm sure you skipped lunch. Food will be good. I
need you too, but this is important for our future," Samir stated though he
sounded guilty. "He went to collect papers for us on the properties we
liked. He is bringing them and I promise it will go quickly," he added.

"Can Jace stay for dinner too? He brought me home," I asked.

"Who is Jace? Where is he?" Samir asked and looked around.

"I think he is with Bilaal. They seem to really click with each other," I
laughed.

"Oh then I saw him. They were skating around on his board when we got home.
He is quite cute, but a little on the skinny side for my taste," Samir
noted to assure me I was what he wanted.

"Oh that's my new board! I got it today! Jace paints them. He's really
good!" I informed him proudly.

"This is how you got hurt?" Samir asked and raised my arm to kiss it. I
nodded.

"I used to be good at it. I thought I could practice more and take it
home," I told him.

"Fine, fine. Let's get you in more proper clothing, and no more boarding
until we get the protective gear. Your contract for employment with me
states that you will stay my perfect baby. I don't want you scarred up and
broken." Samir tugged on my shirt and pushed me off towards our room. I got
cleaned up and he picked out a simple long-sleeved t-shirt with jeans.

Jace and Bilaal were waiting for us when we headed to the living room. They
were laughing and debating something. Jace was all giggles and "oohs" at
whatever Bilaal was saying. He knew his way around the flirt. I introduced
Jace to Samir and watched as the boy's eyes lit up.

"Hi... sir," Jace fumbled. Samir seemed amused, but not aroused by Jace. He
made polite conversation while keeping his arm across my back.

Caleb wandered out a few minutes later. Jordan was back and kept a
protective watch on Caleb. I was sure Caleb had told him about being
Samir's boyfriend for so many years. There seemed to be a tense look in
Jordan's eyes when he was introduced to Samir. Caleb had likely done all he
could to stir jealousy and heighten Jordan's interest in him. He was good
at that stuff. Samir said it used to drive him crazy when they were
together. Caleb always created problems.

Caleb looked annoyed when he saw Jace, but Samir distracted him by asking
him to tell everyone about their business today. Samir pulled me into his
side on the couch and stroked my hair as I nuzzled into his chest. It felt
nice to be under his approving hold again.

"Oh! We found good properties to rent out. This one office building just
needs a remodel and I know we can turn it into creative tech space. There's
a cafe concept that is working and just needs to franchise out big time. We
have a good department that can really get it off the ground. The owner is
brilliant, but had no sense of making things bigger. The investment guy had
some good ideas and prospects for us. I can't wait to see what he's putting
together!" Caleb said excitedly as everyone pretended to follow along.

"He is brilliant when I get him focused. He has a good head for these
things," Samir said to me as he proudly watched Caleb in action. Caleb
droned on until Bilaal announced that someone was at the front gate.

"That's Navid!" Caleb chimed.

A few minutes later, Bilaal ushered in a tall, handsome man with round,
brown eyes and a trimmed beard. He was dark and younger than Samir, but
carried an air of charisma that lit up the room. I felt his alpha authority
from across the room. He was in Samir's league.

Samir rose and said something to him in a language I didn't know. He went
over to greet Navid and I followed. I noticed a thin, light teenage boy
behind him. He had that nerdy chic quality to him that only lacked dark
clunky eyeglasses. He looked uncomfortably shy and clung quietly to Navid.

Samir and Navid were going on in the foreign language for a few minutes
before they introduced everyone. Navid was Persian, Samir explained. The
boy with him was Noah, Samir referred to him as Navids "cub." That word
carried a lot of connotations in our world. I wondered what it meant for
Noah here. He looked slightly frightened as he took in the surroundings of
the large house and four other couples that looked similar to his own
relationship.

Ali and Emerson had come out to greet them as well, but they didn't stay
long. They would take their dinner with their children and do their own
family time tonight.

Navid shook my hand warmly, and then leaned in to do that European thing of
a quick peck to each of my cheeks. The touch of a dominant alpha reminded
me that I desperately needed Samir. It's not just the feeling of being
hard, it's that loss of a needed element like water that has your throat
dry and head achy. Nothing would feel right until I got hydrated again, and
the firehose I needed was locked away in dress pants. Samir gave Noah a
tight hug and then came back to me.

The couples settled into couches while we waited for dinner. Navid had
pulled Noah into his lap. It made me think that Ali and Emerson must have
been like that when they were younger. Noah seemed to disappear into his
chest as his lion gently rubbed his back.

When they started to discuss business, Samir suggested I show Noah around
the compound. Dinner would be soon, but he could tell I was restless in his
lap. Noah seemed unsure about it.  Like Emerson, he wasn't used to
wandering a new place away from his lion. Navid pushed him gently and said
it would be ok.

"This place is huge," Noah said with the most amazing green eyes that had
me staring in awe. He really did look like Emerson in old pictures, the
picture of innocence. "Our place is small, just enough for me to keep
clean."

"Our place back home is small too; just one big room like a loft. It's part
of the family compound in Satra though. The main house is endless. I still
don't think I've seen it all. Emerson and Ali have their own small house in
the compound too. They needed more space for their two boys." I showed him
the game room with the big TV and gaming consoles.

"I'd love to live in a place like that with Navid's family. His parents are
really sweet, but they live in Iran," Noah lamented.

"That's got to be hard for him. My family lives here, but the Hamads are
like my family now. I don't think I'll ever come back here to stay," I
said.

"You learned Arabic! Navid told me you picked it up quickly. I would like
to study Persian, but he won't teach me and doesn't sound thrilled when I
mention taking classes," Noah said.

"Well I went there to study and most of the classes are taught in Arabic.
I'm sure you would pick it up quickly! And here is the pool," I said when I
showed him through a side patio that led to the backyard.

"Woah that's crazy huge! It's like a resort!" Noah was warming up to me. I
put my hand on his shoulder but noticed him wince in surprise.

"You guys should come tomorrow! The sun will be out so pooltime would be
perfect!" I offered.

"I'll ask Navid! He always has to spray and rub me down with sunblock
though," Noah admitted.

"Oh they're all like that! Our pool area at home has sunblock dispensers
near the lounge chairs and there's even a few clipped onto the side of the
pool. Samir freaks out when I try to go out without putting it on first. I
actually think he looks hotter when he is darker," I laughed. Noah really
did have similar experiences.

"Pale and pink!" Noah laughed. "That's what Navid says. No marks, no holes,
no tan. He won't even let me get a little tattoo. He says he likes me fresh
out of the box."

"Ali is like that with Emerson. They've been together for over eight years
and he still treats him like his boy. It's sweet though, and Emerson
definitely plays along. They are raising twins too. They're like the
perfect family the others want to live up to," I mused knowing that's what
Samir would probably want for us. We sat near the edge of the pool and
watched the sunset.

"Navid was so excited when he told me. I know he wants that for us
someday," Noah smiled.

Bilaal came to find us with Jace close behind him. Dinner was ready and we
followed him back inside. Navid quickly brought Noah into his chest when we
found them.

Samir sat at the head of the table and Navid sat to his right with Noah. I
was on Samir's left with Caleb next to me and then Jordan. That left Bilaal
at the other end of the table with Jace next to Noah. Samir, Navid, and
Caleb immediately started to discuss business and review the properties
they'd seen that day.

"Are you in school? Tell me about your program." I leaned over and asked
Noah. It must have been a little uncomfortable to walk into this situation.
I can't imagine they met too many couples like us and Noah already seemed
shy and reserved. We talked about our programs. We were both just getting
started, but he was a year ahead of me. He seemed to take a quick look over
at Navid each time before speaking as though he wasn't sure he was allowed.

The plates of food started to arrive. Everyone had plates with steak,
potatoes, and some other delicious looking side. Everyone got a plate but
me. I waited a minute before grabbing my fork and aiming it at Samir's
plate. I thought he wouldn't mind me stealing some of his meat.

"No!" Samir barked and blocked me with his fork.

"They didn't bring me a plate... I'm hungry... You can't let me starve," I
whined.

"It's coming. You must be punished though and your guest has the steak you
would be eating if you'd followed instructions and stayed home," Samir said
coldly. I groaned and he reached over to rub my head as though he felt my
pain. Navid gave an approving nod. Noah looked wide-eyed in fascination.

"Here you are sir, sorry it took a little longer to chill the chicken,"
Pedro, the chef said when he set a plate in front of me. It was two pieces
of dry toast and cold grilled chicken. They had intentionally chilled it!

"Do I get ketchup at least? It's dry and flavorless" I asked.

"Flavor is for good boys," Samir said. "There will be no discussion, eat."

I turned back to Noah who looked at me with pity. He nudged his steak
towards me as if to say he would sneak me some if I wanted, but I shook my
head. It was best to not anger Samir further when he was in that mode, and
I didn't want him to get in trouble with his lion.

As the men went on with their business discussion, Noah and I talked about
his situation with Navid. I wondered what it would be like to be him.
Bilaal was like Navid, a simple business guy just getting started. Would I
be ok having a small life like that with Samir? Would I be ok in a small
home in LA disconnected from the wealth and large, supportive family of the
Hamads in a country that they helped run?

When I finished my tasteless but nutritious meal, Noah asked about Satra
and I showed him pictures of my life there on my phone. He asked what it
was like there and how long I'd taken to pick up Arabic. He wanted to know
what it felt like to be in a totally different culture and did I know
anything about Islam. I told him that the Hamads weren't really religious,
and he told me about Navid and his small prayer room where he dutifully
followed the rituals. It was a good distraction from my need to jump Samir.

Ali walked in dressed in a tight polo and nice pants. He had spent time
with Emerson and his sons, but came in to check on business. He greeted
Navid and pulled up a chair to hear about the projects. He looked rested,
happy. I imagined Emerson was as well.

The house staff returned to clear away the plates and then they brought
small plates with a sampling of Arab desserts. They made a really good one
with pistachios and a sweet sauce on top. I was skipped again and turned to
Samir to complain. The look he gave me told me to drop it so I quickly
closed my mouth.

Jace looked at his desserts with interest. Bilaal puffed up with pride at
explaining them to him and assuring him that they were very good. He lifted
one and Jace leaned in to take a bite with an exaggerated "Yum" and
overzealous smile. I was happy at how quickly he was taken with Jace's
attention. Maybe I had oversold it on the ride home.

Noah didn't eat dessert either, he only took a bite when Navid offered it
to him. They were sweet together. Samir was ignoring me and focused in on
Caleb's discussion of the pros and cons of a property they had seen. Noah
tried to keep me engaged, but I was ready to leave.

I noticed Noah's discomfort when I ventured too close to topics about sex
with them. He said Navid didn't like him to talk about that, and I turned
to see Navid looking at me with disapproval. I gave a nod of apology. He
really did treat Noah like Ali treated Emerson.

"Is Lincoln being inappropriate?" Samir asked with a harsh look towards me.
He'd picked up on Navid's loss of attention to their business. Caleb glared
at me as it had interrupted his train of speech.

"No!" I rolled my eyes while Noah chimed, "No sir," politely.

"He is very respectful. Lincoln could learn something," Samir said to Navid
as though I were his disobedient dog.

"Noah is polite to cover for being shy. At home though he often requires
heavy discipline," Navid offered a joke to lighten the mood. Noah blushed
but smiled to indicate that Navid spoke in jest.

"I will try harder... sir," I spat as my anger boiled.

"Lincoln, you will be quiet and respectful or you will leave!" Samir turned
to me and whispered harshly.

"Go easy on the boy. He needs his lion," Ali warned. Everyone seemed to
have input tonight.

"Don't be immature, Lincoln. We will finish up soon and you can have Samir.
Just go back to pouting quietly like a good boy," Caleb shot. He hated to
have his brilliance interrupted.

I set down my napkin, pushed my chair back and stood. I'd had enough and
didn't want to get into a scene in front of the guests. I was finished
eating and didn't appreciate receiving everyone's jokes. All eyes shot up
at me. I froze, realizing I'd caused a scene.

"Your boy needs you. He is overdue for your affection," Ali said to his
younger brother. Samir didn't like having things pointed out by his older
brother. He frowned at me, but then saw my need and his eyes quickly
softened.

"Excuse us," Samir said and stood. He grabbed me by the arm that was
uninjured.

"My brother can discuss things and I will contact you tomorrow, Navid. It
was very nice to meet you... but my boy has needs that I have neglected. I
know you understand," Samir said. Navid nodded and offered me an
encouraging nod.

Samir slid his hand down from my bicep to interlace his fingers with mine.
He gave my hand a squeeze and I felt the anxiety melt from my tense
muscles. He led me out of the room as everyone's eyes followed us. I looked
down and paced behind him.

"I'm not being immature," I said when he led me to our room. Away from the
guests, I could show my anger.

"I didn't say that you were, little one. Caleb was upset," Samir said
calmly and sat on the bed.

"You didn't hire me to just sit on the shelf until you had play time! I'm
not like that. I'm useful. I've learned all about this! I'm not just a
cub," I paced back and forth in front of him angrily.

"I would never ask that of you. You have worked hard and learned so much. I
am proud of you," Samir said but let me carry on.

"I'm not Emerson. I won't stay home and be your house pet. I'm not even
Noah and I'm not sure what he even is! You hired me to get involved with
the business, but then you cut me out when Caleb decides to be good again!
I've been good and followed the rules, but I get benched like a useless
toy!" I was pissed.

"My love, come here," Samir reached for me but I pulled away.

"If you want Caleb then you can have him. But you can't fuck me and... love
him!" I was trying to not yell. The house was huge, but the walls weren't
sound-proof.

"Come! Here!" Samir rose and pulled me into his chest. He buried his lips
on mine and slid his arms around my waist. He kissed me as he walked
backwards towards the bed. He sat down and pulled me with him. His tongue
pushed through my lips and he laid down, pulling me into his chest.

"Is that what you think? You think you are just a replacement hole for my
seed? You didn't replace Caleb, and he will never replace you. I've loved
him since I was a boy, but in a very different way than I love you,
Lincoln. He is a man now and handles business on his own. Both he and I
want very different things in a partner than each other can give." Samir
kissed my forehead and pushed back my hair in that fatherly way.

"I can handle your business. I'm learning it. I can be a part of this," I
insisted.

"You are a part of it, but your home is with me in Satra. You called it
home and long to return there! You are my boy! Caleb does not have that
wish. Satra is not his home and neither is my bed. He oversees my U.S.
operations and he is good at it, but you are my heart. I need him to be
involved while we are here. This is what he will take over and run when you
and I can safely return home," Samir pushed. He kissed little nibbles down
my cheek.

I sighed as it sank in that he was right.

"Caleb is family and I do care for him deeply, but you are not in
competition for my affections or my respect. I don't want you to be
Emerson. I certainly don't want you to be Caleb. I've never asked you to be
anything other than Lincoln, my perfect American jock boy with good
character and an honest heart who occasionally whines when he loses." Samir
joked.

I didn't laugh, but I put my head into his chest.

"You are so young, Lincoln, eighteen years is not long enough to know
everything. You will grow to do amazing things and there is no need to rush
or compete with everyone else. You are my boy, the one I am proud of,"
Samir assured.

"I'm proud of you too... You fought for me, for our home," I said as my head
rested against his heartbeat.

"When I was with the Arizen, trying to resolve this... I wanted to do right
for my people, make our land safe again... but what I really thought of was
you. I wanted you home and happy. I love when we are in our little house
and you are working on your school or organizing my files while I handle
business. I like your look of accomplishment when you bring home a good
grade or put together a report for me. I love how happy you are just being
at my side." Samir rubbed a hand down to cup my ass.

"I've learned so much over there. I've never felt like I was so good at
something," I confirmed.

"I can see my future with you, Lincoln. I don't know what it will look
like, but I'm sure it will be the best. You don't have to be Emerson.
That's what Ali wanted. He wanted a peaceful boy to raise his sons and take
care of the home. I don't know what you'll choose when you grow up more and
finish your studies... but as long as you choose me, I'll support what you
want and help you become what you dream of," Samir assured.

"I can't choose you," I laughed.

"What do you mean?" Samir asked with a hint of concern.

"My body chooses for me. No matter who I meet or look at, it never measures
up. It's more than love, it's a physical need for you. I didn't sleep well
until I was on your chest. I didn't feel right until you held me. It's hard
to explain. It feels like playing baseball with a bat that is ten pounds
too heavy or wearing pants filled with a thousand itchy tags. Nothing is
right, nothing calms the ache but you," I admitted.

"I feel it too," Samir sighed, "I had a dull headache that went away when I
laid down in this bed with you. I knew you were safe and I was here to look
after you. It settled my nerves."

I looked up at him and our lips found each other. He pulled me up his chest
until I was on top of him, my knees straddling his waist. His arms slid up
my back and pushed up my shirt. I raised my arms and he pushed it off,
tossing it across the room. He leaned into me and kissed my right nipple
then sucked it into his lips.

"Uhhh," I gasped as he bit into it. His hands slid around to my abs and
then rubbed up my chest to cup my pecs as though he was feeling up a girl.
It wasn't something he usually did and I paused for a second to wonder if
he had been with the women of the Arizen tribe. He sucked on my nipples,
alternating between the two until they were both worked into hard little
darts. He chewed at them as I moaned and squirmed in his arms.

"My love," he hissed as he pulled me back down for a kiss. His tongue slid
in aggressively and began to wrestle mine. My lips formed a smile at his
random display of dominance.

"Samir! I need you to sign," Caleb suddenly sang as he opened our door.

"Get the fuck out," Samir growled as Caleb froze to take us in.

"It'll be quick. I just need," Caleb started, but Samir threw a pillow at
him.

"Out!" he barked. Caleb backed out and closed our door. Samir slid me off
of him and onto my back. He hopped over me and lunged towards the door. He
locked it and then turned back to me with the biggest tent in his pants.

"That was hot," I observed and earned an approving wink from him. He
struggled out of his clothes. His shirt flew to a chair while his pants
landed on the dresser. He pushed down his briefs and his fat brown snake
flopped out.

"No more disturbances," he assured. I rolled over to the side table and
quickly found some music on my phone. A soft, thumping beat filled the room
as my phone connected to the bluetooth system.

"I need you," I nodded. He jumped onto the bed and landed beside me. He
laid on his side, propped up by one elbow and brought me over against his
chest. I quickly pushed my jeans down and off. My cock was straining the
tight briefs.

His hand gripped the outline of my shaft and he pumped it until a solid
stain of precum formed on the fabric. He swiped his finger through the
small puddle of my leaky cock and brought it to my lips. I sucked it
eagerly hoping the finger would soon find my hole.

"I missed my boy," Samir sighed as I reached down to grab his cock. It was
at full mast and pulsed in my hand like a thick, fleshy snake. I leaned
down to kiss his pecs and began to make my way towards his cock. His
fingers tangled in my hair as he guided me down his hairy, muscled chest.

"I like your tan. You should get sun more often," I mused. "It makes your
cock match your skintone." His cock was two shades darker than the rest of
him. It was something I'd noted on the other Arab guys I'd seen. Their
cocks were always darker than their other parts.

"No other could satisfy me," he said. I grasped that he had explored his
own sexual adventures on his mission to save his people. For some reason it
felt ok. We both understood that what we had was something no other could
provide. Testing that made us appreciate what we shared.

He pushed me down until my lips brushed the tip of his cock. At my touch,
the fat tip spit out a splash of precum over my lips. I slurped it in with
my tongue, missing his taste. I lapped at the tip of his cock, but he
wasn't in the mood to be teased.

"All the way, you've grown lazy in my absence," Samir observed as he pushed
me down onto his cock. I quickly slurped it in, massaging the underside of
his shaft with my tongue. He stuffed my mouth, strained my lips as I tried
to accommodate him. My jaw ached in protest at my lack of recent practice
with Arab meat.

"Fuck yes, that's my boy. That's my baby," Samir praised as his tip pushed
back to my throat and I sputtered and gagged on his girth.

"Mm-mmm," I protested, but I didn't fight back. I wanted him in my hole and
new this was the best way. I could quickly bring him to the edge with my
throat muscles massaging his cock. He would never admit it, but he'd
suddenly pull out and push me away. He'd make up the excuse that my hole
needed his touch and use that time to calm so he could fuck me properly.

Sure enough, within a minute of his cock in my throat he was easing me off.

"Baby, baby. I need to open your pussy before your cock explodes from the
joy of pleasing me with your mouth." He always tried to make it as though I
was the one who was too close to finishing. He wasn't inaccurate though. I
actually was quite desperate for him. I reached down to feel the puddle of
precum my cock had leaked while he distracted me by forcing his meat down
my throat.

"Yes sir, please," I begged. I'd always protect his pride. My need for him
had me desperate. I flipped around so I was eye to eye with his cock and
raised my legs so he could get at my hole. He put his hands to my ass and
pulled me over towards him. He rolled over on his back and brought my right
thigh over his head so he could get a good look at his favorite place.

"Fuck that's beautiful," he mused as my knees straddled his head. He leaned
up and dove onto my hole, his tongue forcing inside me. I immediately began
to squirm and whine as he lit up my special spots. His cock laid in front
of me and I begged to nurse on it as my body went weak from his expert
tongue.

"Uhhhhh  yes!" I yelled as he licked slow, forceful circles to stretch my
ring and electrify my chute. The stubbly prickle of of his beard rubbed
against my smooth nuts as his head moved in motion with his tongue. My cock
pulsed and thumped against his chest, drooling my excitement between his
pecs. I wanted to suck his cock. I needed my pacifier, but I also needed
his cock inside me.

"Fuck," I hissed and leaned down to kiss between his thighs. I licked his
furry balls and then nibbled on the right one. I slurped the thick walnut
into my lips and swirled my tongue around it as his body gave a few quick
shivers. He reached down to rub my hair in approval.

His tongue pushed in as far as it would go as I raised up in a sudden shoot
of excitement. My back arched painfully as I sat on his face. His hands
rubbed up to squeeze my pecs.

"Uhhhh!" I screamed and wiggled on his tongue. Samir gave it a few quick
darts of his tongue and then I fell back down with my face between his
thighs.

"Little one, you must be quieter. We aren't at home in our soundproof
cottage," Samir laughed though he would never really want me quieter. He
gave a few quick slaps to my ass and I crawled forward down his legs. I
felt weak from his touch, my cock was ready to explode and I wanted so
badly to bounce on his lap.

"Fuck me, please," I whined with my face near his feet. I caught his big
toe between my teeth and looked back at him with needy desire.

Samir yelped as I bit down on his toe. He pulled it back and sprang up on
his knees. He pounced on me, pushing me chest first against the comforter.
He landed on top of me, his thick cock resting between my cheeks. He gave
me a few playful humps as he pinned me down, but then quickly stopped. He
was on the edge, so was I.

Samir rolled away from me momentarily and the cold draft of the air
conditioning hit where his pulsing heat had been. I shivered and looked
over to see where he had gone. Samir rolled back with a bottle of lube. He
pried open the cap with his teeth and then reached down to shove it inside
my hole. I felt a few shots of it squirt inside me as his teeth found my
neck.

He closed the bottle and tossed it away. I felt his finger slid up inside
me and smooth the slick oil around inside me as he kissed up my neck
leaving a trail of goosebumps.

"So perfect, my boy." Samir praised as he fingered my hole. His free hand
rubbed up my chest and he tweaked my nipples as he kissed up to my ear.
When my hole was ready, his finger slipped out. He stroked his cock, lubing
it up to fulfill me.

His cock pushed up inside me as his hand pushed me back against his chest.
His push arched my back so his cock could quickly push up into me. It
knocked the air out of me, but I was too lost in the sensations to care. My
body gasped for air as he turned my head to meet my lips. He breathed into
me as his cock began to fuck me wildly.

I moaned on his tongue as my cock thumped between the comforter and my abs.
It leaked strings of precum between the two as he began to fuck up into me
with urgency. His chest was damp with sweat and I felt his heartbeat
pounding against my back as he kissed me, fucked me, and rubbed my
sensitive abs.

"Mmmm," We moaned together as his cock found its home in my ass and his
hand gripped my cock. He pulled it firmly and rubbed my leaky tip against
my stomach. He gave it two quick pumps and I felt the impending explosion.

"I'm gonna,"I started to say, but then my cock erupted before I could
finish. I sprayed up thick ropes of my cum over my chest as Samir shoved
his tongue back into my mouth and his cock all the way up my hole. He
speared me from both ends and I felt his balls tense up against my thighs.

He groaned and I felt his cock fire off inside me. We finished together. He
filled me with cum as my body convulse and shot up over my chest. It was so
intense as I melted into his arms. We writhed together in a sweaty,
cum-coated bliss.

We pulsed in several sharp jolts as our bodies synched up in ecstasy. I
bucked my hips against him to get all of his juice inside me. I felt
several spurts of it pulse out as his shaft piston-fucked my raw, sensitive
hole.

"Fuck, I need it," I sniveled in his arms as he held me tight and pushed
inside me. My cock calmed, but my need was insatiable. I could ride his
cock for hours. He twisted my nipples as his teeth sank into my earlobe. I
felt a few more hot spurts shoot up inside me.

"I love you," Samir groaned in that deep, primal tone he only used in our
private time.

"I love you too," I gasped as my body clawed for air. I needed more.

We collapsed together in a filthy pile of satisfaction. He slid his arms
around me and I laid my head against his bicep. His right leg draped over
me in a protective, warm hold. We laid there together as sleep overtook us.

I was home again.

I was his again.

I was all right again.

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