Date: Fri, 8 Aug 2003 02:05:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Raoul <desertson4dad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Arabic Dad part one

If it's illegal, then don't do it.  This is PURE fantasy and in now way
intent on offending anyone. If I have, then my apologies.


Like most other arabs, 45 year old Bashir made it a rule to be naked under
his djellaba.  The long white robe draped his body loosely and when his
cock grew into a limp erection, its outline was clearly visible for all to
see.  And this was the case now as Bashir led his 17 year old son Ahmed for
the evening prayer at the mosque.  Bashir made his son also wear a djellaba
but a deep blue one with gold trimmings and - above all - a shorter one.
Ahmed's robe looked like a woman's dress and if they had not been living
deep within the cluttered streets of Cairo, surely other people would have
remarked that Ahmed was wearing a dress.

The father and son wear typical good looking arabs: Bashir a robust man who
had worked in construction all of his life with a wide hairy torso and
thick legs.  He had jet black curly hair, a well trimmed mustache and thick
arabian lips that engulfed you when he kissed you. Ahmed on the other hand,
was a tall slender boy, without a hair on his toned body.  Both men had
that deep Mediterranean olive skin and both were equally endowed with
beautiful circumcised 10 inch cocks.

The closer they got to the mosque, the harder Bashir became.  The feeling
of his robe rubbing against his overly sensitive cock increased the
excitement and by the time they walked inside the prayer room, he was fully
hard.  But he didn't care.

He and Ahmed walked to the back row as usual and Ahmed sat down right in
front of his father, as usual.  When the prayers began, and the men started
in on the chants and the bowing, Ahmed knew that his father's eyes would be
on him.  He knew why he was made to wear such a short robe.  He knew that
at some point during the prayer, while he fully bowed his body forward, his
father was right behind him doing the same.  But unlike the other men, his
father would get a full view of his hole as it stretched with the
movements. Maybe Bashir would place his hands on the soles of his son's
feet and caress them.  Maybe he would lean in a bit and, while everyone had
their heads bowed to the floor, erotically kiss his son's man cunt.  Or
maybe he would kiss Ahmed's feet?  It would be a surprise to Ahmed and as
the prayers begun, he too was now fully erect.

Of course, in Ahmed's wild fantasies, his father would simply lift his robe
and take him right then and there in front of the others.  And maybe the
others would fuck him as well.  Particularly Hussein, the tall Saudi
Arabian with the wide chest.  He dreamt of Hussein day in and day out,
Ahmed did, hoping that one day, he would be able to serve the 40 year old
arabian stud in the same way that his father had taught him to serve him.

"We will examine the position of your body this morning," Bashir had
announced one morning long ago when he walked into Ahmed's room.  The boy
had just turned 14 and Bashir was now fully intent on teaching his son the
ways of men.

Bashir had walked into wearing only a skimpy black cloth around his waist
which barely his the tip of his cock.  And his son was still in his
underwear.

"We are going to go through the motions of the prayer you and I and I want
you to observe my body as I teach you, clear?"

"Yes, father."

"Very well ..." Bashir said, rubbing his chest a bit as he eyed his sexy
son standing in front of him.

"First, then, we kneel like this," bashir said and knelt on the floor, his
feet tucked beneath his thighs.  "Your body is straight, your chest
extended, you are proud."

"Yes, Father ..."

Bashir then bowed on the floor, keeping his ass on his heels.  "You must
make sure," he said," that your bottom stays put like so," Bashir continued
and tapped the black cloth covering his ass.

But the cloth was now revealing a part of Bashir's beautiful ass and as the
boy looked at his father intensely, as he had been told to do, he felt the
stirs of an erection starting up.

"Now get behind me and let's do this together," instructed Bashir.  So the
son obeyed, knelt behind his father's muscular back and the two practiced
the bowing movement for a few minutes.  Each time, Ahmed would see his
father's mounds as the man bowed forward.  And each time, his erection
grew.

"It is important that you feel all of your muscles in when you do this,"
Bashir then said turning around.  "As a matter of fact, I want you to feel
how my muscles move ... place your hand on my lower back," Bashir said and
put his son's hand on his ass.  "Now feel the motions of those muscles as I
move up and down ... can you feel them?"

Ahmed was now confused. His hand was palmed out on his father's hard ass,
with only the black cloth separating the two skins.

"Can you feel them, Ahmed?" Bashir repeated.

"Yes, father, I can ..."

"Apparently not ..." Bashir said and removed the cloth from his loins so
that he was naked.  Again, he grabbed his son's hand and placed it on his
now naked ass.  "Make sure to feel everything, all of the muscles as I move
..."

Ahmed obliged.  But by now, his 14 year old cock was thrusting through his
underwear.

"Let's see how well you learned.  Take off your underwear and let me feel,"
Bashir said as he stood up and went to sit behind his son.  Of course, as
he stood, his own shaft was at full mast but he paid no attention to it.

The boy stripped, knelt back down and with his father's hand wrapped on his
tight ass, bowed over and over.

"Very good," Bashir said in a now softer tone of voice.  "You and I will
practice this every day until I feel you have mastered the technics, yes?"

"Yes, father ..."

"You want to practice, yes?"

"Of course, father."

"You want to become a man, yes?"

"Yes, father, just like you ..."

Ahmed's back was still turned to his father.  And suddenly he felt Bashir's
hands on each shoulder.  "Then you will become a man, son ... I will teach
you the ways and you must accept.  You must relax your body and ease all
tensions ..."

"Yes father ..." Ahmed now felt his dad's hands rub down his chest.  Bashir
pulled his son to close to him so that the boys back was now fully up
against his chest and his hard shaft.

"How much do you want to learn, Ahmed?" asked Bashir as he now played with
the boy's nipples.

"I want to know everything you know ..."

"Everything?"

"Yes, father ... everything," Ahmed replied.  Bashir then slid his hands to
the boys crotch.  One hand caressed the erection, while the other cupped
the boys balls.  "Then I will teach you everything just like my father
taught me," Bashir said.

That day was a memorable one for both of them but particularly for Ahmed.
His father had induced him painfully into the realm of arabic men much in
the same way as he apparently had been taught.  The arabic desire for women
was for procreation, while the one for men was for pleasure and Bashir felt
comfortable enough now with his son's body to take some pleasure with it.

Bashir still kneeling on the ground, he told his son to turn around and
face him.  So the boy placed his ass on his father's thighs with his legs
on each side.  He could feel the length of his father's cock on his crack
and the man now grabbed his son's face and kissed him.  Ahmed almost came
when his father's mouth drowned his own; Bashir's tongue letting his saliva
moisten the boys mouth.  "You belong to me," he told his son.  "Your body
belongs to me now and I will honor it, Ahmed.  And I want you to honor mine
as well."

And honor he did.  Without any preliminaries, the boy was made to take his
father's cock deep in his ass and was made to remain impaled on it for a
good ten minutes.  "All I want you to do is feel my shaft inside your
body," Bashir had said.  "We will enjoy the pleasures in a few moments.
But now, just feel your father's cock cast itself inside you.  This is an
imprint of me, son, and you will have to get used to it."

Again, Bashir kissed his son and now, with the boy's pain fully diminished,
he would take the sexual pleasure that belonged to him.

The father cupped his son's ass with both hands and made the boy ride his
beautiful arabic shaft.  Ahmed bounced on his dad's cock as if he had done
it all of this life and quite soon, he shot his cum on his dad's chest.
But Bashir was far from being through.

"Get off and get into the kneeling position," he ordered his son.  Ahmed
did as he was told and bowed in front of his dad.  When his body was fully
arched forward, Bashir placed his mouth of his son's sweet hole and, making
sure his mustache scraped the boy's cunt, ate him out.  His fingers parted
the hole as he kept on chewing on his son's man lips.  And then, without
warning, he lifted his body and thrust his dick deep into Ahmed.

Bashir then fucked his boy in the same way that he had been fucked by his
father long ago.  He slapped the boys ass as he did so, enjoying his new
found privilege to the fullest.  When he was covered with sweat, he grabbed
his son by the hair so that his head came up.  "You like this?"

"Yes father!" came the reply.  "Don't stop .. please don't stop."

But Bashir wanted only one thing now and that was to spray his sperm into
his boy.  With one final thrust of his arabic cock, he shot his load deep
into his son's hole and then collapsed on him, his cock still engaged in
the boy's cunt.

The father's body all but covered the son's as they both lay there in the
silence of the morning.  Bashir reached for his son's lips again and kissed
him powerfully.  "You by far exceeded all of my expectations, Ahmed.  I am
proud of you, son ..."

"Father, I want more ..." Ahmed moaned.

"You will get much more ..." Bashir got up and led his son to the garden.
He knelt behind the boy, parted his cunt and sucked out as much of his own
sperm as he could.  He then pulled his son toward him and kissed him again,
exchanging the sperm in their mouths.

"This is the holy juice of your father.  Do not forget the taste, son ..."

"I will not, father," replied Ahmed lovingly.

"And you must also not forget the taste of this," Bashir said and forced
his son back down to his cock.  The boy's body laid out on the grass in
front of him, his cock deep in Ahmed's mouth, Bashir started to rub the
boy's ass as he close his eyes and let a strong jet penetrate his boy.
Instinctively, the boy swallowed all.  He took in his father's piss as if
it had been a blessing.

"You are now a man, son.  My man.  You will honor your father with your
hole when I wish it," Bashir later told his son as they sat on the bed.  "I
have a gift for you," he said and gave him the deep blue and gold djellaba.
You will wear it always as a reminder of my love for you.  The boy
immediately tried it on and it fit perfectly, going down to his ankles.

But as the years passed, the boy grew but the robe didn't.  And now, as
they were praying at the mosque, Ahmed hard from exhibiting his hole to his
dad, Bashir hard at the thought of licking the cunt right there, they both
knew that it was time to make this move forward.

Bashir, having almost guessed his son's thoughts, walked up to Hussein
after the prayer. The men were dispersing as soon, Bashir, Ahmed and
Hussein were left alone in the mosque chatting.

But Hussein noticed the outline of Bashir's cock.  And he also noticed how
Ahmed's ass barely trimmed his blue djellaba.  And the father and son now
saw the full vigor of Hussein's desire as his cock strained the fabric of
his own robe.

Hussein was taller than Bashir and naturally seemed to command the
conversation as they spoke about loud neighbors or high prices at the fruit
market.

"But not all fruits are ripe to pick," said Hussein.

"If they are available," replied Bashir, "then it is because they are
ripe."

The Mosque was empty now and all had left.  They were alone in the dark
almost and Hussein did not try to hide his extended djellaba in the
slightest way.  Neither did Bashir as he pulled his son closer to him and
continued the conversation while caressing softly his son's ass.

"Your fruits are ripe, my young one," Hussein said to Ahmed as he saw the
boys erection standing out from his robe.

"More than ripe for you, sir ..." Ahmed said and moved closer to the bulky
man.

"Then let us see if your mouth is as soft as your words are," Hussein
replied and he pushed the boy on the floor.  Ahmed went underneath
Hussein's robe and seeing the enormous cock before him, rubbed it against
his face.

"Yes, praise it, son ..." Hussein said as he pushed the boy's head through
the cloth deeper against his cock.

"He will," replied Bashir who had by now stepped out of his djellaba and
was standing naked near Hussein.

"You will be my lover," Hussein told Bashir.  "I will make you both mine,"
he continued as he fondled Bashir's ass.

Bashir moved his body against Hussein and the two men kissed as Ahmed was
blowing the arabic giant.

"You will come home with me, now.  I will lay across my cushions and you
will honor my body in the same manner as I was made to honor my father's
and my uncles'."


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