A Beautiful Gift

A BEAUTIFUL GIFT

HUGH COX

his story contains scenes of a sexual nature involving an adult male and a thirteen year old boy. If this is not to your taste, please consider reading something else instead. The setting and all the characters are fictional; however, there is one reference to a genuine historical figure, although he doesn't actually appear in the story.

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Northwest India, 1851.

hirty eight red clad soldiers and one civilian made their up the steep, rocky path, which clung precariously to the mountainside above the thundering water of the Khalibar River. Two of the men were mounted, twenty three year old Lieutenant James Arnott the officer in charge of this detachment of the 53^rd Bengal Native Infantry and the man he was escorting, thirty five year old William Harrison of the British East India Company. The remainder had to struggle on foot, the British NCOs, a sergeant and four corporals and thirty two sepoys, local Indian riflemen who made up the bulk of the Company's army. Their journey had begun five days earlier and nearly a hundred miles to the south, at the regimental headquarters in Rawalpindi and was now close to its conclusion, with the Nawab's palace expected to come into view at any moment.

With the success of the Company's army in the Second Sikh War and the subsequent annexation of Punjab, a new source of income had become available and Lord Dalhousie, the architect of the takeover, was eager for the money to start rolling in. There was one fly in the ointment, Pashtun tribesmen in the North West Frontier area had taken advantage of the collapse of the Sikh Empire to advance their own territorial ambitions and it was clear that further military action would be required to pacify the area. However, an army marching west from Rawalpindi would have Khalibar on its right flank, a fiercely independent `princely state' in the mountains between Punjab and Kashmir and it was Harrison's task to negotiate a non-aggression pact with Mohammad Yusuf Khan, the Nawab of Khalibar who, although a Muslim, had remained neutral in the conflicts between the Pashtun and the Sikhs and the Company wished to ensure that he would remain so in any future struggle.

Finally the path levelled out and, as they rounded a spur of the mountain, a verdant valley about five miles long and one across at its widest, stretched out before them, through which the now placid river meandered lazily. The waters widened to form a lake which covered about a quarter of the valley's surface area and was offset to the west, their left as they looked upstream. The widest point lay approximately two miles from where they stood and about halfway between the lake and the eastern escarpment was the incredible and, considering the setting, incongruous sight of the Nawab's marble palace. Arnott had attended a boarding school in Yorkshire and had once visited Castle Howard as a boy; from this side the palace bore a certain resemblance to that house in the young officer's opinion, with a large, two-storey central block surmounted by a dome and flanked by two single-storey wings; the most striking difference between the two buildings being the minarets which adorned the ends of the palace wings. At the front of the central block was a large wooden doorway enclosed by a portico and it was towards this entrance that the party now headed.

They were expected, of course; soldiers don't just turn up `out of the blue' when they're on a peaceful mission and weeks of careful diplomacy had prepared the ground for Harrison's task. By the time they reached the palace the door was open and a welcoming committee had assembled outside, comprising a guard of honour lining the final fifty yards of the approach and a group of the Nawab's senior officials. Pleasantries were exchanged, in English, and then the NCOs and sepoys were escorted to their quarters within the Nawab's garrison, while Harrison and Arnott were admitted to the palace.

They passed through a pair of double doors and entered the audience chamber, a long, high ceilinged room at the end of which a portly, long-bearded Indian gentleman in his early forties sat in a large chair, which might even have been considered to be a throne. The two Englishmen approached the seated potentate, paused in front of him and then Harrison gave a slight bow; just low enough to be respectful but without giving any hint of servility. Arnott maintained an upright stance throughout, standing to attention with his tall cap tucked under his left arm; Harrison could kowtow if he wanted but the young officer's pride would not allow him to do likewise.

The Nawab observed them and smiled inwardly; with his obvious sense of superiority and disdain for those with darker skin, the lieutenant appeared to be just the type of arrogant European that he despised and he hoped that the other man would prove to be different. He then stood, made a brief speech of welcome in Urdu, sat back down and waited to see how Harrison would respond. The Company official spoke Bengali fluently but he was less proficient in Hindi, Punjabi and Urdu, although he comprehended them better than he spoke them and he was relieved that the Nawab had not used Pashto which he barely understood at all. Harrison recognised that the speech was one of welcome and replied in the same language with a pre-prepared one of his own, thanking the Nawab for his cordial reception, offering warm salutations from himself and the Company and expressing his confidence that their negotiations would be fruitful.

The Nawab was an intelligent, educated and cultured man who, while no great lover of the British, had a grudging admiration for the way in which they were taking over India. It was very much a case of `carrot and stick'; men like Harrison were the `carrot', offering rulers like himself the opportunity to cooperate with the East India Company, maintain their position and benefit from trade with the Empire. The alternative was the `stick', which meant war with men like Arnott and his troops and, should an Indian maharaja or nawab lose such a war, he would likely be deposed and his lands handed to someone who had complied with the invaders. The Nawab was no coward; he would fight to the death if he felt that Khalibar was under threat but he was also a pragmatist, which was why he had remained neutral when the Sikhs and Pashtun were fighting and why he had now decided to deal with the Company. He judged Harrison to be another intelligent, cultured, pragmatist, a man who had made the effort to learn local languages and who had the courtesy to treat Indian people with respect. Had he been dealing with Arnott, things might've been different but he was sure that he and Harrison could come to a mutually advantageous agreement.

He then switched to English, delighted that Harrison had had the courtesy to reply in Urdu but recognising that the man's grasp of the language was basic and that there would be less chance of a misunderstanding this way. As it was already past noon, he suggested that business be postponed until the following day and invited the two men to join him for dinner that evening. The lack of urgency in business dealings and the offer of hospitality were typical of Islamic society and Harrison accepted the first as a necessary element of negotiations in this part of the world and the second with genuine pleasure. He and Arnott were then conducted to their guest suites, which were luxurious to say the least; far more comfortable than the lieutenant's basic army quarters and even Harrison's more lavish accommodation in Calcutta was poor in comparison.

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here were seven people around the dinner table that evening; the Nawab, his wife, who was the only woman present, three young men who were introduced as the Nawab's sons and the two guests. Harrison estimated the eldest son to be around seventeen or eighteen as he was already sporting a short beard and the other two to be between thirteen and fifteen, perhaps being born about a year apart. Although he was married, Harrison had always been attracted to good looking teenage boys and the youngest of the three caught his eye; despite his best efforts to avoid doing so, he kept finding himself looking at the attractive lad, he just hoped that their host hadn't noticed as the last thing he wanted to do was offend the man. As it happened the Nawab had noticed but he hadn't been offended in the slightest. In fact he was rather proud that his son should be the object of another man's desire and he also appreciated the effort that Harrison was making not to cause offence by staring at the boy and it amused him to see the man fail.

When the meal was over, the woman departed with the two younger boys, while the men remained and began an informal post-dinner conversation. The subject of families arose and Harrison revealed that he was married with three children, a son and two daughters, while Arnott explained that he was engaged to be married. "How many children do you have?" Harrison enquired of the Nawab.

"Twenty seven," the man replied.

"Then you must have more than one wife."

"No, I have only one wife but I also have six concubines or dashta as we call them." The Nawab went on to explain that his wife was mother to his first three children, the two eldest sons whom they had met that evening and a daughter, now married. Of the six dashta, the first had borne six children, one of whom was the youngest of the boys who'd been at dinner, while the most recent of his dashta would shortly deliver her second child. The wife, having produced `an heir and a spare' was now purely responsible for running her husband's household, while the dashta were expected to provide the Nawab with many more offspring. "A man's importance can be judged as much by the number of children he has, as by his wealth," he explained.

Feeling that their relationship was progressing well, Harrison felt bold enough to make a light hearted comment, "With seven women, you have one for each night of the week," he said.

The Nawab laughed politely but then replied, "No, here in Khalibar women are only for breeding, it is boys who provide men with sexual pleasure."

"Good God!" Arnott exclaimed, the words being uttered before he had time to think and he reddened with embarrassment immediately afterwards.

"I don't think my young friend means any offence," Harrison cut in smoothly, "I'm sure he only wishes to know how pederasty is compatible with your Islamic faith."

The Nawab had been staring at Arnott with some malice but he now turned to Harrison and smiled, "Through a combination of interpretation and definition," he said. "Islam originated in Arabia but as the Word of Allah spread across North Africa and Asia it encountered different cultures, so Islamic scholars have had to interpret the Qur'an and the teachings of The Prophet in order to integrate them with these cultures. Obviously where there is a conflict which cannot be resolved then Allah's word takes precedence and local practices must change accordingly but usually a suitable interpretation can be found to accommodate these customs. Here in Khalibar, men have practised pederasty for thousands of years, so the scholars searched through the sacred texts, studied all reference to sexual morality and produced what we call `The Five Prohibitions'. Four of these prohibitions refer to men and the fifth to women; it is the most straightforward, it simply states that it is prohibited for a woman to have sex with anyone other than her husband."

"What about dashta?" Harrison asked.

"Wives and dashta are different but a man can be husband to both."

"I see, please continue."

"As regards men, it is firstly prohibited for a man to have sex with a woman who is not his wife or dashta. Secondly, it is prohibited for him to have sex with another man, thirdly it is prohibited for him to have sex with a child and finally no man may have sex with a beast."

"That seems to be fairly comprehensive. How is pederasty permitted under these prohibitions?"

"That is where the definitions come in; here in Khalibar a person is considered to be a child until they reach sexual maturity. When a girl first flowers and begins her monthly cycles, she ceases to be a child, becomes a woman and can be married. With boys it is more complicated; when one first ejaculates and produces seed he ceases to be a child but the beard is our symbol of manhood and, until he can grow one, a boy cannot be considered to be a man. These two events in a boy's life rarely coincide, in fact there are often several years between them, so for this period he is in a form of limbo, being neither a child nor a man."

The light dawned for Harrison, "Now I see how it works," he said, "If such a boy is neither a child nor a man and he is certainly not a woman or a beast, then he isn't covered by any of the prohibitions, so a man can have sex with him without sinning."

"Exactly," the Nawab replied, grinning broadly, "I knew you'd understand." While he'd been explaining exactly how pederasty and his faith were mutually compatible, the potentate had been observing the two Englishmen. Harrison had been leaning forward, listening intently, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm; when his earlier interest in the Nawab's thirteen year old son was taken into consideration, it was obvious that he was a boy lover, though perhaps not a practising one. Arnott, on the other hand, had been leaning back in his seat, looking around the room and acting as if he'd rather be anywhere else then here and the subject matter clearly embarrassed him.

The Nawab was a perceptive man, with a gift for appraising others and an ability to deduce something of another's background from their appearance and character. He estimated that Arnott was in his early twenties; a tall, blond, blue eyed man, who was certainly handsome now and who had probably been pretty when he was a boy. He correctly surmised that the lieutenant was the younger son of a well-to-do family but not a titled one or he'd have been serving in a front line, regular army regiment rather than an Indian one. More likely his family were one of the newly wealthy, middle class who'd come onto the scene with the industrial revolution and they probably saw India as a place where a young man could make some money. If his family were emulating the aristocracy by sending a younger son into the army, then they most likely had done the same with his education and sent him to an English boarding school. Everyone knew that the younger boys at such establishments were the sexual playthings of their elders and that they in turn became the dominant partners in their senior years; although the vast majority went on to marry and have children, their schoolboy affairs proving to be their only same-sex experiences. However, if Arnott had been a pretty boy he might well have attracted unwelcome attention from a teacher and, at the time when he would've expected to be the active partner of a younger boy, he was possibly coerced into being the passive partner of a man, which would explain his strong antipathy towards pederastic relationships.

The Nawab actually pitied the man; in Khalibar pederasty was an accepted part of the culture and there was no stigma attached to a boy who became a catamite or gandau as they were called here. In fact, it was an honour for a boy and his family if he were chosen by the head-man of his village and an even greater one were he to be selected to be one of the Nawab's gandaus. A teenage boy was a valuable economic asset to his family, as he could be expected to work for their benefit before he married and started one of his own, so a form of recompense called `mahr' was paid for his services, meaning that only those who were relatively well off could afford to keep a gandau. When used with reference to marriage, mahr was paid to a wife by her husband in order to make her financially independent of him but where gandaus were concerned it was paid to his family instead, to avoid creating the impression that he was prostituting himself. Incestuous relationships between fathers and sons were frowned upon but, since most villagers were members of one extended family, it was common for such boys to live with uncles and other relatives during their teenage years. However, fraternal relationships were seen as normal, even if they were not exactly encouraged and, since most gandaus were younger sons, their first sexual experiences tended to be with elder brothers, so few were virgins when they became a man's lover.

In addition, a boy could not be forced into such a relationship against his will and could leave at any time if he felt that he was being abused. Men who were wealthy enough to keep a gandau, or fortunate enough to have more than one, looked after their boys; usually they would have the lad for three to five years, so they took the time to prepare him properly and made every effort to ensure that he enjoyed the sex as much as they did. If a man abused his boy and the lad left him, it would be embarrassing for the man, his reputation would be tarnished and he would probably struggle to attract another gandau in future, so such occurrences were extremely rare. Like English boarding school boys, the vast majority went on to marry and have children but occasionally one came along who was genuinely attracted to men and thoroughly enjoyed having sex with them; as it happened, one of the Nawab's current gandaus was just such a boy.

"Your earlier comment actually had some truth in it," the Nawab said to Harrison after he had completed his explanation.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I have seven gandaus at present, aged from twelve to fifteen; one for each night of the week, as you put it."

It was Harrison's turn to laugh politely at his host's comment. "I'm sure all your nights are filled with pleasure," he responded and the Nawab couldn't help but notice a slight hint of envy in the man's voice. Perhaps he ought to do something for Harrison in that regard; after all, anything that he could do to put the man under some obligation, would only strengthen his own negotiating position.

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ater that evening, after the Nawab had retired, Arnott joined Harrison on the balcony of the latter's bedroom where they each smoked a final pipe of the day. "These people disgust me," the lieutenant said, "using boys for sex, it's not natural."

"On the contrary, my dear chap, men and boys have been sexual partners since the dawn of the human race and in many cultures it is seen as perfectly natural. It is only relatively recently that the practice has been deemed to be unacceptable in Europe; did you not study Ancient Greece at school?"

"Well yes but . . . but . . ." Arnott couldn't find the words to counter Harrison's argument.

"Let me give you some advice. If you're going to be in India for any length of time don't presume to be superior to the local people, either morally or in any other way. We might differ from one another in many ways but that doesn't mean that we are better than them; always treat their leaders with respect and keep any personal feelings that you may have about their practices to yourself. We need men like the Nawab but if we insult them and they turn against us our whole position in this country could become extremely precarious."

Arnott didn't appear convinced, "I'll be glad when we're done here and back in Rawalpindi, how long do you expect negotiations to last?"

"A day or two at the most, I'm certain that the Nawab desires a non-aggression pact with us just as much as want one with him."

They bade one another goodnight and Arnott retired to his own room, while Harrison sat down at his desk and started to write in his journal. When he returned to Rawalpindi he would have to submit a written report on his trip, including his impressions of the Nawab and his people and this would prove to be much simpler if he kept a daily account to which he could later refer. As he neared the completion of that day's entry, there was a quiet knock on his bedroom door.

"Come in," he responded, turning around in his chair to see the door open and a boy of about thirteen enter. To call the lad attractive would have been a huge understatement; he was probably the most beautiful boy Harrison had ever laid eyes on. He was barely five feet tall and the man doubted that he could weigh more than eighty or ninety pounds; his pretty, brown face was crowned by longish black hair, which curled onto his neck an inch or two above his shoulders. He also had stunning, dark brown, almost black eyes which were in stark contrast to his bright, white teeth which were displayed whenever he smiled and Harrison's first impression was that smiling was the lad's default condition. The boy was wearing a white kameez, with gold trim around both the neck and the buttons on the front, which came to just above his knees but he was bare legged and footed, not wearing the shalwar which would traditionally have covered his lower body. As the lad turned to close the door, one of the side vents of his garment gaped open, giving the man a brief view of smooth, slender thigh, which brought a sharp intake of breath from him and caused his cock to stiffen.

"My master, the Nawab, asked me to attend you, to see that you have everything that you need and take care of any requirements that you might have," the boy said, in his high-pitched adolescent voice; speaking in excellent, though strongly accented English.

"That was very kind of him," Harrison replied, his mind racing. This was obviously one of the Nawab's gandaus and the inference was clear; the boy was being offered for sex. "I just have to finish this," he added, turning back to his journal and trying to concentrate on completing the final few lines. As he did so, he became aware that the boy had crossed the room and was now standing beside him; he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a small hand rest lightly on his left shoulder as the lad watched him work.

"What are you doing?" the boy asked.

Harrison explained the purpose of his journal as he hastily completed the entry, pleased to have something to take his mind off the stunning creature standing next to him.

"Would you like me to stay with you tonight? That way I can better take care of your needs."

"You don't have to do that if you don't want to." As attractive as the boy was, he didn't want to have the lad against his will.

The boy looked distraught, "Don't you like me?" he asked plaintively, clearly the prospect of rejection troubled him far more than that of sex with a strange man.

The man half turned in his seat and slipped a reassuring arm around the boy's narrow waist, "Of course I like you," he said, "but I only want you to stay if it's what you truly desire, not just because your master has ordered it."

The boy's smile lit up the room; he moved closer, sat on Harrison's left thigh and placed both arms around the man's neck before saying, "It is not permitted for my master to force me to submit to another man against my will; I assure you that I want nothing more than to spend the night with you." Then he giggled and added, "You're a very handsome man."

If there had been any doubt in Harrison's mind as to the reason for the boy's presence, it had now been well and truly dispelled; short of bending over, displaying his bare buttocks and saying `fuck me', the lad could not have made it more clear that sex was what he expected and, more importantly, what he desired. The man's left arm was still around the boy's waist and now he placed his other hand on the lad's right knee and asked, "What's your name?"

"Wasim," the lad replied, "what's yours?"

"William Harrison but you can call me Bill if you like."

"Bill's a nice name."

"And Wasim is an appropriate name for a beautiful boy," Harrison responded, his hand sliding slowly up the lad's silky smooth thigh, while their heads moved closer until their lips met in what began as a rather chaste kiss, before it progressed to a more passionate one when the man's tongue pushed its way into the boy's receptive mouth. The roaming hand reached the top of the lad's leg, where it discovered that he was wearing no underwear and that his slender, four inch boy cock was rock hard and standing proudly to attention, whereupon the hand took a firm but gentle grip of it. Wasim moaned into the man's mouth as his shaft was slowly stroked while his glans was being stimulated by circular motions of Bill's thumb. Harrison broke the kiss, his lips moving to the boy's neck and earlobe, while his hand switched to Wasim's hairless scrotum; the lad, experienced beyond his years, spread his legs apart to give the man better access, while his moans became audibly louder without Bill's mouth to muffle them.

After a minute or two of this, Harrison sat back, took hold of the boy's kameez and pulled it up and over his head, the lad raising his buttocks and lifting his arms to aid the man in undressing him. Wasim's naked body was a sight to gladden the heart of any pederast; light brown, smooth and unblemished, the expanse of his slim chest being interrupted only by two puffy and erect nipples, to which the man now gave his undivided oral attention, eliciting additional and even louder moans from their owner. He licked, sucked and even nipped with his teeth, first one and then the other of the little nubs while his right hand, now back on the lad's shaft, was driving Wasim rapidly towards an orgasm. Recognising what was likely to occur were he to continue, Harrison stopped what he was doing, lifted the boy up, carried him to the bed and laid him down on top of it with his head on a pillow, before he undressed himself as quickly as he could and then joined the lad on the bed.

He returned to kissing Wasim while using his hand to toy with the boy's nipples, leaving his cock alone for the time being to allow him to calm down a little. Once satisfied that the danger of an imminent climax had passed, Harrison resumed his oral journey down the lad's exquisite body; giving his nipples some additional attention before moving on to tongue his innie navel for a few moments and then continuing on until he reached the real prize. As was traditional in the Islamic world, Wasim was cut; his ragged circumcision scar suggesting that he'd been treated in a religious ceremony by someone lacking medical knowledge but this was the only flaw that Harrison was able to discover on the boy. The glans was tapered, its base being the widest part of the entire penis and it sat upon a slim, straight shaft with one large and several smaller veins visible just below the skin. There was a small patch of trimmed hair at the base of it, presumably retained to indicate that he was no longer a child, but the boy appeared to have no other body hair, though whether that was natural or by design, Harrison had no way of knowing.

The man took a few moments to admire Wasim's jewels before taking a deep breath and then he began to fellate the lad. Firstly he licked the boy's glans, swirling his tongue around it and attempting to push the tip into the meatus before taking it into his mouth and sucking it, while also using his tongue to stimulate the sensitive frenulum. Next he swallowed the entire length, the glans barely lodging in his throat and then began bobbing up and down; pausing occasionally, sometimes at the top in order to work on the glans and, at other times, stopping with his lips pressed against the boy's pubis. When he felt Wasim's muscles begin to tighten and heard his breathing become ragged, he switched to the his ball sac; kissing and licking it before sucking one, then the second and finally both of the lad's little orbs into his mouth, once again delaying the boy's climax, much to his obvious frustration. Eventually Harrison put Wasim out of his misery and sucked him to orgasm, the boy humping into the man's mouth during the final seconds before unloading several spurts of thin but sweet boy juice into the grateful man's oral orifice. Harrison swirled the boy's spunk around his mouth and then swallowed it, before licking and sucking the glans once more in order to extract the last few droplets.

They then switched positions; the man lying on his back while the boy went to work on the fat, seven and a half inches of man cock. The foreskin intrigued him to begin with but, once he'd skinned it back and discovered that what lay below was just like any other cock, he started to fellate in earnest and clearly he'd been well taught. He licked, sucked and slobbered all over the man's glans, shaft and balls; taking all of it to the root, the man's cockhead sliding into the boy's relaxed throat without any apparent difficulty. Just as Harrison had done, he delayed the climax as long as possible, before he finally brought the man off; swallowing most of the thick, salty cum but keeping a little back to share via another passionate kiss.

Afterwards they lay together, man behind boy; the former kissing and licking the latter's neck and cheek, nibbling his earlobe and all the time gently caressing his body. When Harrison felt his cock begin to stir back into life, he positioned the boy face down, with a pillow under his lower body, knelt behind him, spread his stunning, round arse cheeks and began to eat him out. Wasim was obviously no virgin and his anus opened easily to accommodate the man's probing tongue, while he squirmed and moaned in ecstasy. Another positional switch followed, Harrison on his back with Wasim above in a sixty nine arrangement; the boy sucking the man's cock back to full mast while his own arse was being prepared to take it, with continued rimming, interspersed with probing fingers to stretch him out.

Finally the moment of truth arrived but Harrison suddenly realised that he had no lubricant. Wasim was way ahead of him, however, jumping off the bed, trotting over to the dressing table and selecting one of several bottles which sat upon it; all of these had been there when the man had arrived but he hadn't yet taken the time to investigate their contents. The boy clearly knew what each contained because, when he passed the one he had selected to Harrison and the man opened it, he found that it was nearly full of some sort of slightly scented oil which, when he tested it between his thumb and forefinger, proved to be fairly viscous and extremely slippery. He wasted no more time, an oiled finger quickly lubricated the kneeling boy's anus, followed immediately by a generous coating for his own cock and then he settled behind the lad, lined up and pushed in.

His cockhead popped through Wasim's sphincter without any difficulty and elicited only a slight gasp from the boy so, after a short delay, he continued until he was balls deep and then, after a second brief pause, he began to fuck the lad with long, slow strokes. The boy was no passive partner, he'd been taught how to provide the man fucking him with pleasure and he started moving in opposition to Harrison but matching his tempo, while also working his rectal muscles and the man realised after a only few moments that this was going to be the best fuck of his life. The two younger boys he'd fucked at school had been inexperienced; one had simply done nothing and allowed Bill to plough his arse, while the other had fought against him, struggling in vain to prevent what had technically been rape. His wife was pretty much like the first boy, a `lie back and think of England' type who didn't really enjoy sex and who'd basically ended the physical side of their relationship following the birth of their third child. Since then he'd used prostitutes on a few occasions but they just rushed to make him cum as quickly as possible, feigned their own orgasm, took his money and left. This boy was completely different; not only was he experienced, despite his tender years, he was also skilled and undoubtedly enjoyed what he was doing, making every effort to provide the ultimate gratification for his man, while also seeking maximum pleasure for himself.

They switched to the missionary position, so that Harrison could see the boy's pretty face and kiss him while they fucked. As they did so the man couldn't help but notice that the four inches of hard boycock were standing to attention again; proof, if any were required, of Wasim's thorough enjoyment of their intercourse. This was confirmed between kisses, when the boy began babbling in Urdu and, although Harrison didn't comprehend every word, he understood enough to know that the lad was expressing pleasure rather than pain.

The man paused on three occasions, twice when he felt his own orgasm building and once when he judged that the boy was approaching a climax. Eventually, despite his best endeavours to prolong their coupling, Harrison realised that he was nearing the point where he could hold back no longer and made one final positional change; pulling the boy to the edge of the bed where he could fuck him while standing up. With one hand gripping each of the lad's legs behind the knee and holding them apart, Harrison began to assault Wasim's arse with long, deep, rapid thrusts; the man's low grunts and the boy's higher pitched squeals being accompanied by the slap-slap-slap of skin against skin. Wasim gave his cock a couple of strokes but then let it go, as he realised that the pummelling that his prostate was being subjected to was going to be enough to make him cum and not wishing to climax before the man.

For the final few moments Harrison shortened his strokes and pounded away like a jack rabbit, before his climax hit like a thunderbolt and he gave one final deep thrust, threw his head back and roared as his cock exploded and he flooded the boy's rectum with semen. He then slumped down on top of Wasim, just about managing to take his weight on his forearms so as not to crush him; nuzzling and kissing the boy's neck, while murmuring in his ear to tell him how beautiful he was and what an amazing experience it had been. As he gradually regained his wits, Harrison found that he was pinned in place, Wasim having wrapped his arms and legs around him and they kissed ardently until the man's cock softened and slipped out of the boy's hole, whereupon he extricated himself from the lad's embrace and stood up on unsteady legs.

Wasim was a magnificent sight, his light brown body spread-eagled upon the white sheets with his lower legs hanging over the edge of the bed and his arms resting on it above his head; his belly and chest were spattered with cum from his own, hands-free orgasm, while that of Harrison was beginning to dribble from his anus. The scene inspired the man to obey a primal urge and try something he'd never previously done; he knelt before the Wasim's gaping hole and began to lick and suck on it, filling his mouth with a mixture of cum and anal juices, which he then shared with the boy via another sensuous kiss. When each had swallowed their share of that delicious delicacy, Harrison used his mouth again, this time to clean up Wasim's torso, with this second consignment of cum soon being consumed in a similar manner to the first. Finally, the exhausted pair crawled up the bed, Harrison pulled the top sheet over them and they spooned together, man once again behind boy, each then falling into a deep and satisfied slumber.

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hey were still in the same position when Harrison woke in the early hours of the morning; the candles had burned low but still gave enough light for the man to see and admire the boy's beauty and his cock responded to the stimulus, rose to the occasion and pressed against Wasim's buttocks. The man's movements must have disturbed the boy's sleep because the feel of an erection on his bum was enough to awaken him and he reached behind, grasped Harrison's penis, guided it towards his hole and then, when he felt the glans against his anus, pushed back and let it slide through his sphincter and into his rectum. Harrison began to rock his hips back and forth, moving his cock further inside Wasim with each forward motion until it was fully enveloped in the warm embrace of the boy's love tunnel and then he began to fuck the lad once more.

This time it was a long, slow gentle lovemaking, in stark contrast to the lustful fuck they'd enjoyed earlier but no less gratifying for that. Harrison kept them in the spoon position for a while and then made a slight alteration; turning Wasim partly onto his back while cradling the boy in his left arm, with the lad's left leg bent at the knee but flat on the bed and the right lying across his own thighs. In this position he had full access to the boy's body with his mouth and right hand and he used this to full effect; kissing and licking Wasim's lips, neck, ears and nipples while fondling and caressing his genitals and torso. The man was a long way from being ready to cum for a third time, whereas the teenager's next orgasm approached rapidly and Harrison made no attempt to delay it; instead fucking the lad into and through another shuddering climax, which produced a small amount of watery boy juice but no apparent diminishing of his erection, as the penile stimulation of his prostate and the manual manipulation of his cock continued unabated.

Wasim was like a rag doll, his whole body, with the exception of his rock hard cock, relaxed and he muttered incoherently as Harrison fucked and fondled him towards yet another orgasm. This time, as he sensed the boy's peak approach, the man increased his tempo and, when Wasim came again, it induced his own climax and their copulation ended with them drifting back to sleep with the boy wrapped in the man's arms.

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hen Harrison next awakened, the candles had all burned out, the room was dimly lit by the early morning glow through the window and Wasim was gone from his bed. The man's initial disappointment was soon replaced by relief, when there was a knock on his door and Arnott's voice enquired as to whether Harrison would be joining him for breakfast. The lieutenant, in typical military fashion, was a habitual early riser and Harrison realised how easy it would've been for him to have seen Wasim leaving had the boy remained until morning and silently thanked God that the lad had had the good sense to depart early.

Breakfast was eaten in almost total silence; only Harrison, Arnott, the nawab and his eldest son were present and the first of these was thinking about the events of the night, the second had no wish to converse with their host, the third was watching the first and considering how best to approach the upcoming negotiations, while the fourth had hardly spoken a word since to Englishmen since they'd arrived and made no attempt to change that now. When the meal was over, Harrison and the Nawab took half an hour to prepare themselves and then met to begin their talks. There were initially four men in the room; Harrison, the Nawab, a man who appeared to be an advisor and the son, who was apparently being tutored in diplomacy but, after a few minutes of deliberation, the Englishman heard a door open to his right and, when he glanced in that direction, was surprised to see Wasim enter. The boy was stunning as always and certainly didn't look as tired as Harrison felt, as he watched the lad walk over to his master and take up position next to him; placing a hand on the man's shoulder in a very similar manner to the way in which he'd behaved with Bill the previous evening. The seated Nawab slipped an arm around the boy's waist and they kissed, while Harrison tried to appear uninterested but inside he was seething with envy.

The Nawab remained impassive but smiled inwardly; the Englishman had taken the bait, now all he had to do was strike, the man would be on the hook and a treaty which favoured Khalibar would be almost certain to follow. "You're looking somewhat tired this morning Mr Harrison," he said, when he noticed the other man yawn.

"Yes, I'm afraid I didn't sleep too well last night."

"Perhaps we should delay our negotiations."

"I doubt that my young colleague, Lieutenant Arnott, would be too pleased if our visit here were to continue any longer than absolutely necessary."

"I'm sure you're right but I suspect that you might rather enjoy an extended stay," the Nawab looked pointedly up at Wasim and squeezed the boy's buttocks as he said it and Harrison realised that he was being offered the lad's services for however long the negotiations were to continue.

"You know, I really don't think that it would be very clever of me to negotiate with you while I'm not quite feeling at my best. Perhaps a delay would be desirable after all."

"That's a very wise decision," the Nawab replied, smiling broadly. "Wasim, why don't you escort Mr Harrison back to his room and see that he is comfortable. I'll make sure that you're not disturbed, particularly by the lieutenant, that way you can be certain of getting plenty of rest before we begin again."

"Thank you, sir. You have been most thoughtful and I will be sure to mention your kindness to my superiors when I return to Rawalpindi."

As Harrison rose to his feet the boy stepped forward, took his hand and said, "Come with me Bill, I think it would be best if you were to return to bed for a while."

"Yes Wasim," he replied, "I think that's a most excellent suggestion."

THE END

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