Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2008 10:36:34 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Saracen, Chapter 2

       The following month, Abdullah's army was called upon again by the
Emir to once more repulse the invading Infidels.  But, all did not go well
for Abdullah.

       				Chapter 2

	The battle raged for two days, neither side giving quarter.  But,
the tide turned during the hot afternoon of the second day and the Emir's
army was routed.  Most of his soldiers were slain.  Abdullah was fortunate
to escape with his life.

	He raced southward toward his nearly deserted garrison.  He didn't
see pursuers, but someone would soon tell the victorious Christian army
that Abdullah and much wealth was available for the taking if they pursued.
He had a matter of a few days, perhaps only hours before the plundering
Christian army was upon him.

	Abdullah pushed his fine Arabian stud as hard as he could over the
desert that separated Jerusalem from his garrison.  He would hate to lose
his stallion, but it was better than losing his life.  He shouted at the
guard to open the gate as he raced forward.  Inside, he ran into his
quarters and began giving orders to evacuate the compound.  Perhaps, they'd
come back later and retake it, but probably not.  The Infidels were too
powerful and established now.  Maybe in a few years after the weather and
sickness depleted their numbers.  But, by then, the garrison would be in
ruins.

	"Where will you flee?" Duke Hugues asked amid the chaos.

	"We'll fly west as fast as we can to Egypt.  Maybe there, we can
encourage the Emir to raise an army to retake Jerusalem," Abdullah answered
hurriedly.  He turned and stared at Hugues.  "My love, you are released
from my capture.  You may return to your armies."  He turned and continued
giving orders to pack all the valuables and gold they could squeeze into
chests.

	"They will pursue you," Hugues warned.  "They won't rest until they
have you.  I know these men."

	"I have no other choice," Abdullah fulminated.  "NO other choice!"

	The Duke thought for a moment.  "You could come with me," he
offered.

	"What?  How?  They'd kill me the moment we got back to your
Christian armies."

	"We'll go with your plan and go to Egypt, then.  At Alexandria,
we'll find a ship to take us to Toulouse.  You'll be safe there.  I
promise," the Duke added.

	"You think no one will notice that you've returned with a dark
Muslim?" Abdullah laughed derisively.  "Are you mad?"

	"You'd be my aide.  You're learned, gifted in several languages.
You'd be an enormous help to me at home."

	"And what of our need to be together in bed?  And your priests?
They'll see right through that ruse."

	"I'll keep them away from us.  I'll have soldiers bar the door.  We
can work this out, Abdullah."

	"What about Pierre?"

	"Hm.  That's a puzzle.  I'll have to think on that while we
travel."

	"This won't work," Abdullah concluded.

	"Give it time to work in your mind while we fly to Egypt," Hugues
counseled.  "We'll make more definite plans after we get to Alexandria."

	And they did.  Each day, they discussed, argued, and persuaded each
other about their shared future.  Trailing scouts reported daily that a
pursuing army was indeed following them.  The garrison had been razed to
the ground.  Gratefully, the winds had covered their fleeing tracks, but
with locals pressed into the Christian army's service, there was only one
real way to get to Egypt without becoming lost in the desert.  Abdullah's
entourage was slow, but steady.  The camels they were using were weighted
down with treasure, books, and other valuables.  They traveled by night to
avoid the blistering heat of the day, resting at oases and wadis.

	Finally, they passed into Egypt and the protection of the Emir's
strong army.  Abdullah thanked the Emir with the contents of one of his
smaller treasure chests.  That still left much wealth to get them aboard a
ship and sail to France.

	The haggling to get them on a stout ship took most of one day.
Abdullah left another chest of gold for his men to split among themselves
and told them to melt into the population.  Only Abdullah and Hugues were
going to France.

	The crossing to Marseilles was smooth and nearly uneventful.  In
the middle of the third night at sea, Abdullah awakened to discover a
member of the crew who was trying to pry open one of their treasure chests.
With Hugues help, Abdullah strangled the hapless man with his huge black
hands and tossed the limp, cold body overboard.  The crewman was missed,
but men did disappear overboard for no apparent reason.  The other sailors
shrugged and called it the will of Allah.

       Their ship hugged the coastline for nearly the entire voyage before
dashing across the Mediterranean north of Tripoli.  When the lookout spied
Sicily, they skirted the coast as it was a stronghold for the Christian
Guiscard family.  They sailed past Sardinia and Corsica and on to
Marseilles.  Docking at Marseilles, the crew agreed to help them find
wagons and horses for their baggage.  The Duke paid them, but not too well.
He didn't want them to know what wealth they were carrying.  They journeyed
up the hill to stay at the villa of a cousin of Hugues' to the north of
Marseilles.  A messenger was sent to Toulouse to bring a small force of
trusted men, wagons, and horses.  Travelling unescorted to Toulouse with
treasure chests would have been foolhardy.

	After sending off the messenger, Hugues and Abdullah ordered a bath
to be prepared for them.  The servants were sure they were crazed from the
desert heat and the crossing.  One only bathes on Easter to wash away your
sins, they whispered amongst themselves.  Otherwise, you'd invite illness!
But, the servants dared not say what they thought to their lord's guests.
Afterwards, in the privacy of their rooms, the two former enemies made
passionate love for hours.  They'd been denied their sexual release during
the long sea voyage.  If they hadn't had tents in the Sinai crossing to
gain them privacy, they'd have exploded with desire for each other.  The
preparations and the second battle for Jerusalem had seriously tested their
abilities to postpone their burning sexual needs for each other.  But, all
had turned out well for them so far, jarring though a new country and
customs would be for Abdullah.

	Ten days later (and every night in each other's arms trading dick
gravy), the Duke's men and wagons arrived.  Very nearly his entire
household had accompanied the men to welcome the Duke back to Toulouse.
They were overjoyed to see him.  They'd counted him lost after word of the
first disastrous battle had reached them.  When Hugues asked for Pierre,
they only shook their heads.  "Your cousin discovered him delirious and
sick at the harbor," his chief lieutenant replied.  "He was about to bring
him back to Toulouse, but Pierre became crazy in the head and tried to bite
anyone near him.  When they did subdue him, they found that his fever was
very high.  He fainted during the struggle, and didn't regained
consciousness.  Never was he lucid the entire time, Your Grace."

	"Didn't he say anything about ransom?" Abdullah asked.

	"Only ravings about capture and taking passage on a ship to get
here," he replied.  "Otherwise, he was unconscious.  He screamed your name,
we think, but it was gibberish afterwards."

	 Abdullah caught the Duke's eye and shook his head.  "But, he was
sent back to ransom me," Sir Hugues revealed.  "However, I was fortunate to
escape my captors with the help of my friend here, Abdullah.  I want all of
you to treat him like family."  Abdullah could only stare and smile.  That
was very fast thinking on the Duke's part.  Their plan to grant Pierre land
and pension him off was no longer needed.

	The household viewed the big, black man warily, but smiled
cautiously at him.  He was more than six and a half feet tall, whereas most
of them were not much more than five feet tall.  The Duke towered over his
retainers at about six feet tall.  Hopefully, they will warm to him as I
have, but not for all the same reasons, Hugues thought.

	"My sympathies, Your Grace," Abdullah quickly added.  "I had grown
fond of Pierre as well."  Others of the Duke's household offered their
condolences as well, but kept an eye on the black giant in the odd clothes.
However, the Duke was dressed in similar fashion, so they didn't bring it
up.

	By the end of the following week, they were safely within the walls
of the Duke's castle.  His home had been well maintained in his absence.
Immediately, he ordered stone masons and carpenters to build a bath for him
and Abdullah.  Although they surely thought him crazed, they obeyed.  Two
bathing pools were created, both were private, but within the same room.
Sir Hugues insisted that Abdullah was to be in the Duke's room at night for
the sake of security.  No one considered that odd, fanciful, or
unnecessary.  These were dangerous times they all lived in.  A man of
Abdullah's stature and prowess with a scimitar (which they'd all witnesses
daily when the Duke and he sparred) was not to be trifled with.

       Within a fortnight, he had gathered all his retainers about him for
a welcoming feast and to get them used to Abdullah being in their midst.
They took cautiously to the giant, but at the Duke's request, they warmed
soon.

	The women weren't nearly as reluctant as the men to welcome him
warmly.  With black Moors only across the border, they had heard tales of
how well endowed those "savages" were.  Hopefully, they could find out for
themselves, without their husbands being any the wiser.  However, Abdullah
entertained them with magical tales of his homeland, flying carpets,
wondrous creatures, and near naked savages far to the south of his lands.

       After the meal, the men pressed Hugues and Abdullah to tell them of
their capture and escape.  Abdullah, being a natural storyteller, did most
of the talking.  The Duke allowed him to embellish any story he saw fit to
tell.  He knew it was the fastest way to put his men at ease, and for him
to learn more about his nearly insatiable bed partner's former life.

	But, religious observances would present a problem, and very soon.
The local bishop wanted to celebrate a Mass for the return of the Duke.
Abdullah would be expected to attend.  Hurriedly, Hugues schooled him in
the correct responses, times to bow, kneel, etc.  A fast study, Abdullah
was well prepared by Sunday.  He was flawless.  Hugues congratulated him on
his acting skills.  Abdullah only smiled.  When they were alone, though, he
was frowning.

	"How often do I have to perform as a Christian?" he blustered.

	"You will be expected to accompany me on high holidays, but they
are all the same rituals.  You'll be fine," Hugues assured him.

	"And for my own needs to pray to my God?"

	"In our private rooms," Sir Hugues insisted.  "Whenever you need."

	"There are no imams to call me to prayer, so I'll have to know the
hour each day."

	"The local monastery rings the bells three times a day for their
prayers: Lauds, Vespers, and Compline," the Duke offered.  "Would that be
sufficient?"

	"When are the bells rung?"

	"Morning, afternoon, and evening."

	"That will do," Abdullah smiled.  "If I were an observant Muslim,
I'd pray six times a day.  But, three will not offend Allah, His name be
praised."

	"We'll just have to be sure that you are not observed during those
times," Hugues mused.  "Perhaps, we could say it is for mediation and
reading your fine books?"

	The black Arab thought for a moment, then smiled.  "Do your people
know of the Coptic Church in Egypt?"  Hugues shook his head.  "This is a
Christian church, probably founded earlier than your church by your Saint
Mark.  The rituals, as I recall, are essentially the same as yours, but
with minor variations.  There is more fasting, and a clear separation
between the Church and the world.  If I should falter before your churchmen
or your people, you could forgive me by reminding them that I'm from the
Coptic Christian Church, not the Catholic Church."

	"Excellent idea.  The Bishop here is an unlearned, but devious man.
It would be simple to beflummox him," Hugues smiled.  "But, we'll have to
be ready with alternatives should he decide to investigate your claim with
someone who knows about your Coptic Church."

	Abdullah nodded agreement.  "We'll give it more thought when the
need arises.  Now, don't you think we should see if the water in our
bathing pools can be heated up for us, before I dine on your delectable ass
and dick?"

	Hugues laughed aloud, and then whispered, "You are devilishly
insatiable.  That's what I love about you."

	Sir Hugues called for warm bath water when they returned to the
castle.  Within 10 minutes, several servants brought buckets of warm water
to their shared room.  They added heated stones to keep the water warm.
Abdullah tested it for temperature and pronounced it perfect.  Already, he
was winning their hearts.

	The two large men slipped into the bath and luxuriated in the
pleasure it brought them.  Abdullah's big hand casually caressed Hugues'
dick while the Duke slowly stroked the Arab's monstrous horse dick.  Soon
enough, they were kissing and hungrily sucking each other's dicks.  Moments
later, Hugues pulled Abdullah from the bath.  "How is it that I'm in love
with an Infidel?" he wondered aloud.

       "And I in love with an Infidel," replied the Arab with a warm smile.

       "Perhaps, your Prophet and my Savior have been overruled by the one
True God?" Hugues ventured.

       "You think very clearly for an Infidel," Abdullah allowed, drying
his long legs.

	"Possibly by injection by this," Sir Hugues laughed, gripping
lightly the prodigiously large appendage pointing from the Arab's groin
directly at him.

       They finished drying off and tumbled about on Abdullah's bed, trying
to gain purchase to see who would top the other (not that it mattered to
either one of them).

	Eventually, they were in a 69 position, sucking each other's dick.
But, that quickly devolved into ass eating.  That took much longer as they
both enjoyed it immensely, both giving and receiving.  Their tongues
speared puckered, wet orifices repeatedly, jabbing, tasting, moaning, and
loving the manner in which they increased their pleasure of each other.

	Finally, Abdullah could hold out no longer.  "You must fuck me,
Hugues!  I'm in need of your seed.  And please do it face to face.  I love
watching your countenance as you fill me."

	Using a special lubricating fluid that Abdullah had brought with
him, Hugues slathered the slippery goo on his throbbing member and into the
big Arab's rear portal.  "Be gentle with me," the Duke begged.  "I want
this to last more than a minute!"

	Abdullah smiled up at him as he rested his long legs on Hugues'
broad shoulders.  "Make love to me, my Prince," he whispered.  "I need you
inside me."

	Sir Hugues aimed his thick weapon at Abdullah's hungry pucker and
pushed gently.  The Arab relaxed and eagerly welcomed him inside.  The
heavily muscled black ass swallowed the fleshy spear to the hilt.  Abdullah
moaned with pleasure when Hugues made his dick jerk in the Arab's depths.
The Duke kissed the right knee of his lover and whispered, "Gently now.  I
need this to last."

	"I'll try to restrain myself, but I'm in need of your essence," the
Arab replied.  "Will I enjoy your pleasures as well?" he added, sliding a
large finger down the ass canyon of his lover and tapping the tight pucker
buried deeply between the twin muscle globes.

	"Rest assured that you will, my dark love.  You will be required to
ravish me," Hugues smiled down at him.  "You are my subject after all.  My
commands must be obeyed."

	"And while I'm plundering your ass, will you command me to fill you
with my juices?" the black man smirked.

	"That will not require a command," the Duke rejoined.  "You do well
at anticipating my wishes."

	"And I think you wish to spray your load of man juice into me,"
Abdullah grinned.  He grabbed the Duke's hard muscled butt and increased
the tempo.  At the same time, his internal muscles squeezed and massaged
the battering ram within him.  "Yes, like that!  Harder!  Yes!  YES!"

	"Damn your EYES!" the Duke winced and bucked.  Without recourse,
Hugues was cumming.  He had no hope of holding back.  Already, it was too
late as he felt his heavy nuts pull into his groin and jerk.  Instantly,
his pistoning dick swelled and spewed sperm.  The next volley rocketed from
his dick and fired hard into the greedy Arab bucking beneath him.  The
harder his dick jerked, the more out of control the Duke became.  Abdullah
held his friend's thrusting ass tightly against him, urging the rutting
male above him to fire his essence as deeply as it would spray.

	More juice fired and more climax waves of spasming muscles
overwhelmed Sir Hugues.  He fell into the upraised legs of the big man
beneath him, but his hips continued to thrust and seed Abdullah's thirsty
hole.

	Hugues opened his eyes and smiled down at his lover.  "Never have I
experienced such pleasure," he croaked.  "We've been rutting like animals
for months and it only gets better."

       He tried to pull away, but the black man under him held him in
place.  "Be still, my Prince.  I need all of your seed, not only what
sprays into me, but also what dribbles from your shriveling manhood."  Sir
Hugues smiled and leaned into Abdullah, giving him a warm, grateful kiss.
"And no one kisses as well as you do."

       "What shall we do about this?" Hugues asked after he broke the kiss
for the third time.  His hand was wrapped around the huge dick lying upon
Abdullah's obsidian marble-slab abs.  The Duke squeezed the python gently,
causing more precum to drool from the tip.

	"I think it and the lubricating fluids should not dribble on me,
but deeply inside you," the big Arab smiled.  "But, that can wait until we
are finished here."

	As if on cue, Hugues' dick slipped wetly from Abdullah's ass.  The
well-fucked sphincter clamped shut.  As they hadn't coupled since early
last night, the Arab knew Sir Hugues would have sprayed a large discharge
deeply into him.

	They quickly switched positions.  Sir Hugues swiftly raised his
legs and lay them upon Abdullah's shoulders.  However, the Arab had other
plans.  He pushed the Christian's legs farther forward and dove into the
white man's eager rear.  With Abdullah's experienced tongue, he had Hugues
begging for something far larger and longer to open Hugues up.

	Abdullah smiled down at him.  "Is this what you need?" he asked,
waving the monstrous, black horse dick at him.  "What should I do with it?"
he teased.

	"Deep in my ass, and don't even think about holding back.  I want
it, NOW!" the Duke insisted.

	"Then, you shall have it, my lord," Abdullah grinned menacingly.
But, it was all an act.  The big Arab needed to seed as badly as Hugues did
before him.  With patience, he pressed the huge head against the Duke's
pucker and pushed.  Hugues gasped as he usually did, but there was no pain
evidenced upon his brow.  Pushing deeper, Abdullah watched for signs of
haste, but only saw bliss and felt urgency in Sir Hugues' hands pulling at
the Arab's heavily muscled ass.  With but an inch to go, he noted that his
white lover had a note of discomfort on his face.  Abdullah pulled back a
few inches, and then ground forward.  This time, there was only pleasure.

	Hugues opened his eyes and smiled.  "You're the most gentle,
compassionate, caring lover I've ever had."

	"I'm the only lover you've ever had," corrected Abdullah.

	Sir Hugues smiled an acknowledgement.  The Arabs hips slowly moved
forward and back.  The thick battering ram stretched the hungry ass walls
of his lover.  He leaned in and kissed the man he loved.  The pistoning
dick didn't slow, but it did jerk frequently as they ardently pressed their
lips together.

	Hugues pressed two fingers up Abdullah's ass and massaged his
prostate.  The Arab bucked hard above him.  "You do that again and I'll
cum."  Hugues withdrew the fingers and pushed them between Abdullah's full
lips.  "Your man juices are always so tasty," he moaned.  "And they make me
CRAZY" he roared.  His hips slammed into Hugues and the first wave of sperm
raced down the thick 12" of dick and entered the Christian's eager ass
tunnel.  It shot out at a rapid, staccato pace, impacting another foot
beyond the tip of the swollen head.  More juices jetted out, flooding and
filling the convoluted walls.

	The Duke's hands urged the big black man seeding his ass to fuck
him harder and deeper.  Abdullah didn't need encouragement.  When he was
cumming, there was nothing to stop his animal instinct to spray hard and
deep.  This was no exception.  His huge dick jerked and sprayed again and
again.  He couldn't stop himself, nor did he wish to.

       This eager man beneath him was his sexual match and far superior to
any other man he'd fucked, willingly or by force.  No one had ever made him
feel this good or this wanted.  The best part was that it wasn't just about
the sex (which was overwhelming), but the love that he felt for Sir Hugues
anytime he laid eyes on him.  Clearly, it was worth leaving his native land
to journey through life with the man he loved, despite their religious
differences.

	He slowly pulled out of Hugues ass and lay next to him.  They
kissed tenderly, and then napped for half an hour.  Hugues awoke when he
felt his ass being pried apart with big hands.  He looked over his shoulder
in time to see Abdullah bury his face in the Duke's well-pleasured and
jizz- filled ass.  "Are you getting me ready for another fuck or are you
trying to lick out your load?" Hugues whispered lustily.  The big Arab
didn't respond, only speared his tongue deeper and pressed Sir Hugues' ass
cheeks farther apart.  "I guess it doesn't make any difference," the Duke
allowed.  "Either way, I'm happy."


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