Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2013 20:47:37 -0600
From: Miguel FinFangFoom <finfangfoom1964@gmail.com>
Subject: A Taste of Algiers-Part 1

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A Taste of Algiers - Part 1


The morning breeze feels good as I sit on the damp grass of a park near my
small flat doing what I enjoy most which is sketching with colored pencils.
My name is Michel and I love the freshness of the early part of the day as
I draw the activities happening before my tired eyes.  Throughout the park
with its playing fields, I see several couples together, groups of children
playing football (soccer for those in in America) like carefree children
do, a cluster of mothers taking their babies and young children out for
refreshing air and a handful of single people enjoying the vigor of a
partly cloudy Sunday that holds the promise of a lusty night.

Being here helps to clear the grey fog of sadness which has haunted me
these past few weeks since my wife of ten years left me taking my two
beautiful young daughters with her.  It was not unexpected because we had
our problems as all couples do but ours seemed to spiral into some
emotional distance we could not overcome driving us further and further
apart.  In a way it was a relief because the discomfort that was slowly
seeping into hate is gone but it still hurts to think about it and I feel
disconnected inside.

Brooding on it, It reminds me of a story I heard as a little boy from my
grandfather who lived by the sea about a small boat that became adrift
because it had lost its mooring to the pier due to inattention by its
thoughtless owner.  The receding tide took the poor small dinghy out to sea
and it was never to be seen again.  From the way he told it, I got the
impression that it had met some horrible fate.  His purpose in telling me
the story was to stress to me the importance of being careful and to stick
to what you know best which is safest.  At the time because I was just a
small boy, I felt sad for the little boat because it had been lost on the
wide ocean never to be wanted or loved again.  Sitting there, I realized
how that dinghy must have felt and it must have been a deep sense of
loneliness and despair.

Sipping on a small expresso and a pastry from a nearby bakery, I sketch
several of the local youths kicking their football around and shouting
excitedly as they revel in their emerging manhood.  Like those of my own
childhood, the wildly kinetic youths playing are filled with such vital
energy and sensual vigor that one must be blind not to see the promise they
represent.  I was such a young boy once but it seems so long ago and
faraway now.

Like most of Paris nowadays, the boys playing are of a foreign sort.
Nearby is a a group of housing projects where many of the families are from
Algeria or Tunisia having come to escape the troubles there and to find
work here in the prosperity of France.  Looking at the two or three dozen
boys playing fast and hard, I know they must all come from across the
Meditteranean because of the physical similarities and the foreign language
(some Arabic tongue I am sure) they are speaking amongst themselves with a
word or two of French sparsely thrown in.

So engrossed in sketching one of the young men who appears to be 16-years
of age because I found his energy to be charming and alluring, I do not see
the football headed my way like a lightning bolt till it actually hits me
sending me and my drawing materials askew.  For a couple of seconds, I lose
my bearings since the ball made contact with me at the side of my head
rattling my senses.  Seconds later as I sit myself up to see what has
happened and to regain my composure, I notice that several of the
Arab-looking youths have come to form a semi-circle around me.

"Are you okay, monsieur?" said one of the younger boys as he knelt down and
he helped pick up my sketchbook which flew out of my hands, "Our ball hit
you when Samir kicked it to Hamid much too hard.  I'm sorry about it
hitting you.  We did not mean to...it was just an accident."

"It's...it's okay," I answered sitting up trying to regain my dignity and
an emerging need to go home to rest, "It was just an accident.  They happen
all the time I'm sure.  Merci."

Seeing the group of boys up close, I concluded that they were young gang
members or wannabes working their way into the gang because they fit those
I normally saw on the news which was often filled with reports of the
crimes they caused almost daily.  A little intimidated by their reputation
in beating and robbing law-abiding French citizens, I looked around to see
if anyone was watching just in case I was attacked.  However, my fear
proved baseless because the teen boys remained civil as they helped me
gather my things.  I chided myself for being letting my imagination
frighten me when so far these young men had been polite and courteous
enough to see to my welfare after my accident with the ball.

As I stood up, I saw that most of the young men had run back to the game
leaving me with the one youth I had been sketching and two others of a
younger age of which one was picking up my sketchbook.  He was the youngest
of the three Arab boys appearing to be barely into his teen years with
lighter skin of all three though one could tell he was of Tunisian or
Algerian descent.  Knowing the area through my days in college when I went
to the Nort African coast on holiday, I surmised that the lithe youngster
thumbing through my sketchbook was most likely of Berber heritage.

"You draw very well, monsieur," politely said the young boy with soft brown
eyes as he handed me my sketchbook, "I couldn't help but look through your
sketchbook because it was open.  I saw that you sketched some of my
friends.  They're very, very good...almost like those they have in the
museum."

"Thank you," I answered taking my sketchbook from his hand and examining it
to see if anything had been ripped when it fell, "But, they are not so good
as to be included anywhere but my album at home.  However, you're very kind
to say so...I appreciate it."

My answer seemed to please the slim but tautly built boy as he gave me a
playful smile that seemed so naturally comfortable and easy going as if he
knew me.  Seeing it, I felt like he wasn't a young boy at all but a sprite
who just appeared out of nowhere.  I had always felt uncomfortable around
children because they seemed to be strange and distant but this Arab boy
seemed to break all my preconceptions which made me think I was dealing
with a whole different creature altogether.

At this point, the two older youths headed back to complete their game
leaving the younger and smaller boy with me.  This left me puzzled as I had
not really noticed the younger black-haired boy as I did his older
companions whom I had been busy sketching all morning.  While putting away
my pencils in my sketchbook, I listened as the Arab boy standing next to me
shouted to another Arab boy who had been standing idly watching the game
the whole time.  It seems my young companion had instructed his idle friend
to take his place playing the game.  It made me wonder what he was up to as
I started to walk towards a nearby bench thinking he would see me leaving
and he would head back to his group once he figured out I was a boring
middle-aged man.  Instead, he followed me like a puppy.

"Ummm...I appreciate your help," I said with a tone that I am sure betrayed
my unease with being around someone so much younger than myself who I did
not know though I was trying to sound normal, "But, it'd be a shame for you
to miss playing your game on my account.  Especially, since I'm doing fine
as you can see."

I sat on the empty bench and the Arab boy sat down right next to me.  In
some way, I was not surprised at this but I did wonder why he was remaining
by my side.  It was as if he wanted something or something about me had
piqued his curiousity.  I figured it was the latter since he seemd to be a
very smart and inquisitive boy yet one who seemed easily bored and required
new challenges to keep him interested.  Strangely enough, I found that I
was beginning to like the young Arab boy though we had just met.

"It's okay," answered the young boy with a dismissive tilt of his head as
he looked at me with a curious gaze as if he were trying to work out a
puzzle in his head yet he remained smiling his intriguing smile that I
found made him quite appealing to my eyes, "I can play football any time I
want.  My friends and I play here all the time so we can get out of The
Projects.  It's really pretty boring living there even if there are way too
many people in such a small place..you know what I'm saying?"

I nodded that I understood his meaning about the burden of living in a
crowded area where privacy becomes a valuable commodity.  This seemed to
placate the young boy with the soothing brown eyes that seemed so soulful
and alluring because they appeared to belong to some mythical creature with
a hypnotic gaze I used to read about as a boy.  His dark brown eyes seemed
to sparkle with satisfaction as if we had made our first connection with
one another and this pleased him greatly.

Setting my gaze on the cluster of government-provided housing a few blocks
away, I congratulated myself on my earlier guess that this bewildering boy
and his companions were from there.  He was a lithe young creature from an
exotic land who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and he was now
keeping me company for some unfathomable reason yet I felt that did not
want him to leave.  His puzzling interest in me created a desire to play
out the little game we seemed to be having.

"Is your family from Tunisia....or Algeria?" I asked matterof-factly trying
to understand the young boy and his reason for staying with me.

"My family came here from Algeria five years ago," said the young boy
puffing his chest proudly and his wide eyes beaming their pride for his
distant homeland, "But, I grew up French...just like you!"

"Vive Le Francais," I said partly in patriotism and partly to be playful,
"And all her children as well."

"Oui!," chirped my young companion with a bright giggle which only
highlighted what a bundle of energy he seemed to be, "So...I have a
question to ask, monsieur.  It may sound...umm..a little strange but may
I?"

"You can ask but I have my a question of my own," I said because I had a
feeling the young boy was about to inquire on a subject that might make me
uneasy and he was trying his best to be diplomatic about it, "Such as what
is your name?  Mine is Michel."

"Michel...Michel...that is a good name.  My name is Amir," answered the
young boy rolling my name off his tongue as if playing with the sounds
before taking up a calm manner as if he were about to begin work on a
puzzle that required his total focus, "What I wanted to ask, Michel,
is....well, I don't know how to say this any other way...is why didn't you
have any drawings of me in your book?  Do you think that I'm not worthy
enough to be drawn...is that it?"

Left speechless for a few moments because I had not considered this to be
his question, I looked side-to-side as if looking for the answer on the
ground or in the sky which must have puzzled young Amir even more because
he squinted at me as if here were trying to read his answer on my face.  In
the back of my mind, I thought Amir was going to ask me why I had been
sketching his friends in the first place because his suspicions were that I
was a pedophile leering at young boys from afar.  To protect myself from
such baseless accusations just in case they ever arose, I had included
sketches of the other park denizens that way I could not be accused of
drawing only children at play.  Somehow, young Amir had only noticed the
lack of his presence in my sketches and this had thrown me off my game.

"Well....ummmm...I believe some are...I mean there could be a couple here,"
I said stammering as I took my sketchbook out and I thumbed through it
nervously ignoring the obvious drawings of the handsome older boy I had
admired from afar till I settled on couple of pages of roughly drawn
figures that one could make out as being people running and jumping,
"Here...I think some of these are you.  See...this one...,perhaps, this
one."

I pointed at the various scribbles and I tried to push my case but Amir
remained skeptical.  He shook his head unconvinced by my claims and he
seemed a little hurt more than insulted that I was trying to say the rough
sketches were of him when they clearly could be anyone.

"Non...non..You're a much better artist than that, monsieur," he said in a
way that reminded me of a prosecutor taking apart the feeble defense of a
dumb lowly criminal, "That could be anyone!  I don't think any of those are
of me at all!  Yet, look here...you made excellent sketches of Sami.  I am
much more handsome than him.  He's ugly!  You're an artist...can't you see
it?"

As he exclaimed his disdain for his friend's appearance along with making a
dramatic expression of disgust, I saw the reason why he had stayed to be
with me and it amused me greatly because it was so simple to understand.
So consumed with my own fears of being called a pervert, I had ignored the
dark-haired boy's feelings in the equation.  It seemed, Young Amir had been
deeply insulted that I had chosen his older friend as my subject for my
sketches.  Seeing my carefully crafted sketches of Sami, it was an insult
to his youthful ego that someone he believed to be less attractive was
getting such attention from someone like me, a stranger and an outsider.
Being a boy who seemed sharp and one who did not hold back, Amir had
remained with me to discover the reason for this afront to his pride.  It
was an insult that could not stand in his eyes and it needed to be
rectified immediately.

"Well..I...I just picked him out..at random," I said trying to make it seem
like a quirk of fate when in reality I had found the physical build and
tiger-like movement of his older friend to be quite appealing, "That's all.
I meant no disrespect, Amir.  At the time, I didn't know you...but, I'm
sure if I had I'd have picked you for my subject.  Though we've just met,
I've found you to be a very nice boy.  Perhaps, next time I am here I can
do some drawings of you playing...hmmm?"

Amir remained silent as he looked deep in thought as if he were thinking
about my sincerity.  To him, I am sure he thought me to be another adult
making promises I didn't plan on keeping but only made them to placate a
thorny situation long enough to make a clean getaway.  To be honest, I
truly was saying it for just that reason since I did not plan on continuing
our little nascent friendship if that's what it really was.  After all, why
would this young Algerian boy want an almost middle-aged French man like
myself as a friend?  We had nothing in common.

"What about now?" Amir said finally as if he were taking the upperhand in
our little chess game that was our conversation and I could see him tilting
his head slightly with that same impish smile he seemed to display quite
easily, "I have all day and you can make better sketches of me.  This way
you can tear up those of Sami.  Those are rubbish and quite hideous anyhow.
Don't you agree, Monsier Michel?"

"Uhhh..I..I don't know, Amir," I said to the young boy who had folded his
slim arms across his flat chest with a combatative air as if he were ready
to take up arms for his cause to be sketched and he could not be persuaded
otherwise, "It's getting to be midday and I've got to go home.  I'm sure
your parents want you home, too."

"My father is off working in Lyons and my mother lets me stay out as long
as I want," Amir said to me calmly as if he were explaining something
simple to a child though I could detect a subtle tone of annoyance in his
having to do so, "besides, I am old enough to decide what time I get home
at.  I'm already a man...you know...not a child."

"Well...how old are you?" I asked trying to be delicate so not to insult my
new acquaintance any more than he already was.

"I'm 14," he answered quickly and proudly though he gave me a look that
seemed to tell me that it should be obvious to me what his age was, "How
old are you, Michel?"

I knew he wasn't really interested in my age.  The sharp Arab boy was just
jabbing me back for my treating him like a child and he was drawing
attention to how aged and feeble I must seem compared to his own boundless
youth and vigor.

"Ummm...quite a bit older I have to say...I'm 43," I said slowly as I gave
Amir a sidelong glance to let him know I wasn't impressed by his age which
seemed to sting him a little which I surprisingly enjoyed because it
brought this mildly haughty boy down a peg, "Is that too old for me to be
your friend....hmmm?"

"Non...I've been friends with older men than you," he answered with his
playful tone as he shrugged off my little jab, "So, it's good then that
we're both old enough to do know what we want and we can do as we like.
Don't you agree...or, maybe, you feel differently about this?"

"No...I suppose you're old enough...I guess," I answered surrenderingly to
his self-assuredness which I found somewhat liberating because it made him
more wild by his not having a parent ready to pounce and question you about
how I would know their barely teenage son, "I suppose we could go to my
flat.  It's nearby and I could make a few sketches of you.  Would that make
you happy?"

"Yes!  That will be fine, Michel!" came back the reply without hesitation
as if I was giving young Amir exactly what he wanted and that we had been
in negotiation for this outcome all this time and he gave me a smile of
triumph that made me glad I had given in, "Like I said before, I have all
day and night to pose.  Let's go and get started...oui?"

Resigned to taking this strange Arab boy back to my small loft a few blocks
away, I got up from the park bench which Amir did as well.  I expected him
to shout something to his friends about his leaving but he did not such
things which I found strange.  Here he was leaving with a strange man and
his friends and compatriots seemed unconcerned.

"Umm..shouldn't you tell your friends?" I said as we walked out of the park
and towards the street which led back to my small apartment.

"Why should I?" he answered unconcerned with a nonchalant air as he kept
pace with my walk which I felt was only slowing him down because he looked
ready to run off like a cheetah if anything interesting caught his fancy,
"I told you that I'm already a man so I can go where I want."

He said it so matter-of-factly that I did not want to challenge my new
young friend on his rock-solid opinion of his own maturity and assuredness
to make his way in this rough and tumble world.  Hearing him say this, I
realized that he seemed like a small adult and that I had been looking at
him as if he were a child.  This discrepency was the reason I felt a bit of
unease around him.  I was reacting to him as we were unequal, me being the
adult and him the child, and he was behaving as if we were equally adults.
My error became crystal clear which helped me to become more relaxed around
the determined Arab boy who strode by my side chattering away as if we had
known each other much longer than 15 minutes.

As we walked together and Amir talked about his family and friends almost
without taking a breath, I had a good chance to give the slim Algerian boy
a complete look over which being an artist would help me to draw my
sketches much more quickly so to satisfy Amir's desire that I immortalize
his likeness to his satisfaction.  Giving him a good look, I noticed he was
quite attractive but in a pretty way unlike his friend, Sami, whom I had
been drawing.  I considered Sami to handsome in a masculine way that
reminded me of the classic Greek statues I saw as a boy which is why I had
chosen to sketch him back at the park.  Amir was more like a Cupid or,
perhaps, a Ganymede.

He was a lean boy with short black hair trimmed neatly like so many of the
youths in gangs wore.  The dark hair reminded me of the feathers of a raven
so smooth and so soft looking.  His eyes which I mentioned before were a
dark brown and seemed mysterious which could easily become brooding if he
wasn't careful but appeared soothingly soulful nearly all the time due to
Amir's strong personality.  The Algerian boy was 165 cm ( 5'5") and barely
63 kg ( 115 lbs) which blended into a lithe yet well-proportioned frame
that held no apparent fat.  He did not appear to be the sedentary type who
sat and waited for things to happen but, instead, seemed to be seeking out
things to see and do all to some unknown whims only he knew.  It seemed he
acted on impulse however if one observed closely the boy always had a
motive.  watching him, he reminded me of a curious monkey always on the
move but playful with his emotions always on display.  From his easy smile,
I could tell that Amir was a happy youth and seemed content with his lot in
life unlike many who curse their rotten luck and brood on it way too much.
His smooth oliver-colored skin was similar to the people of Malta or Sicily
which told me he definitely was of Mediterranean stock and it looked supple
as if painted on his lean athletic build.

The teen boy walking with me still had a feminine face with no hint of the
masculinity which would come later as he journeyed deeper into puberty.
His lips were full and plush with a soft pink color that would have looked
good on any young woman.  Like most urban youth, Amir wore his clothes
large and baggy which only made him look skinnier than he actually was.  He
wore a green and white track suit that was a cheap knock off of the
expensive sort that seemed to attract all the young gang members and urban
kids.  His soccer shoes were had also been bought at some discount store
and they had seen much better days because they looked quite beat up and
ready to give up the Ghost.

Around his thin neck was a thin chain of fake gold along with a leather
wristband on his left hand with some colored string hanging off it
signifying nothing to me but it could have had some gang meaning.  Not
really into what kids were wearing nowadays I paid little notice beyond
what he was wearing.  He wore his track jacket open and he wore no shirt
underneath and I could see his smooth flat chest.  The skin was so taut it
seemed painted on because I could see his ribcage easily.  I could not help
but notice that his nipples were the same color as his lips which stuck in
my mind because it might prove useful during my drawing of this Arab boy
later.  In the back of my mind, I believe young Amir would have been a
perfect example of a 14-year old Spartan boy with his young body so
athletic and lean as if ready for combat or other physically strenuous
activities.

As for me, I'm 175 cm ( 5'9" ) and 75 kg ( 165 lbs) with fair skin and
short hair which was dark blond with some white on the edges.  I was of
normal build but with a bit of a belly since I worked in an office all day.
I used to be athletic back in my youth but I had become a bit soft and
light blond hair had sprouted all over my body.  It seemed I had been
blessed with my father's body which had also been heavy and hairy which I
had always feared would happen to me as I grew up and it seemed to be
coming at me with a vengeance.

As Amir and I walked along the street where vendors had set up their stands
selling their edible goods, the Arab boy who had been begun chirping to me
about how he had a girlfriend fell unusually silent.  Suddenly, he running
off across the street between cars before I could react to the sudden break
in his chatter.  Bewildered as to what unknown impulse had hit the slim
boy, I continued walking as I watched Amir run up to a small fruit stand
owned by a dark-skinned Egyptian man I had bought peaches and apples from
occasionally.

From what I knew of him over the few weeks I had shopped there, he was
older than I was by 10 to 15 years, shorter than me by a few centimeters
yet he was heavier by a good 20 kg, he was bald but his moustache was thick
and black, and his name was Farouk which was everyone called him by in my
presence.  He always looked like he was unhappy because he thought he was
getting ripped off despite his higher than average prices and it seemed the
only thing that made him happy was when one bought a large amount of his
tasty fruits.  For me that wasn't too often.

Being across the street, I could only see Amir and the Egyptian in an
animated conversation with both making dramatic waves with their hands as
if they were engaged in an important debate.  Normally, Farouk was quite
calm almost to the point of being boring but it seemed the lithe Algerian
boy had stirred him up because his thick arms were swinging around which
Amir ignored as he poked through the various fruits taking time to wave off
the old fruit vendor as if he could not be bothered.  They remained like
this for over a minute as I slowed my walk and kept my eye on the scene at
the fruit stand.  To my surprise, I saw Amir take up a handful of red
grapes and he started heading back towards me while behind him Farouk shook
his fist at the disrespectful boy who appeared to be stealing from him.  As
he put a grape in his mouth, he turned and shouted something in Arabic
towards the old vendor who fell silent but remained obviously miffed by the
loss of his fruit.

Being cheetah quick, the teenage boy strode up to my side with his
ill-gotten bounty and we continued our little walk to my flat.  From the
triumphant smile on his face I knew he felt little remorse at his act of
delinquency.  It troubled me that he did it so easily and in full view of
me.

"Grapes, Michel?" he said lifting them towards me as a way of offering me
some of the plump red fruit that was his prize for his obvious hooliganism.

"Non," I replied being uncomfortable that Amir had stolen right before my
eyes bringing back my fears that he was a little gangster and hoodlum,
"Uhhh...I may be incorrect but did you pay for those, Amir?"

Instead of being ashamed which I foolishly expected, the 14-year old Arab
boy just laughed with amusement at my moral discomfort almost losing the
couple of grapes he had just put in his mouth.

"Michel...Michel...I did not steal these," he said giving me a charming
smile which coupled with his soft brown puppy-dog eyes made me question
what I had just witnessed and I was beginning to think that I was in the
wrong, "Farouk is my friend....like you are.  We are friends aren't we,
Michel?  Oui?"

"Yes...we are," I said putting the episode out of my mind because I did not
want to think about it any longer because it was pointless, "Well..we're
almost there."

Not sure what I should say I remained quiet while Amir walked by my side
eating his red grapes but unlike before he said nothing.  For the first
time we had met, there was a thick sense of tension that felt like a brick
wall between us.  It went on till we reached the door of my apartment which
only took 5 minutes.  However, the awkward mood made it seem much longer.
I felt guilty for pushing my own ethics on the young boy who seemed more
hurt that I had judged him.

As I stood at the door going through my front pocket looking for my key, I
kept my gaze on the lock because I could not bring myself to look at Amir
mostly out of guilt.  Part of me wondered if I could trust this seemingly
innocent-looking young boy not to casually rob me as he did the Egyptian.
Feeling the key in my fingers, I saw my young companion move between me and
the door before I could put the key in the lock.  Not saying a word, he
looked up at me with a coy smile that I found hard to resist and I smiled
at him in return.  This lightened the mood considerably.  I was opening my
mouth to say something when he put his right hand up and he pressed a
couple of the plump grapes against my lower lip.  Sensuously, He rolled
them into my mouth and I slowly ate them staring into his dark brown eyes
while some of the sweet juice dribbled out the side of my mouth.  Knowing
he had made me happy, the young Arab boy smiled at me sweetly and silently
as if our differences were just something silly to be tossed to wind.  Such
was the blessing of youth which care-free Amir was blessed with abundantly
making him so alive and free to me.  when I said that he reminded me of a
wild creature, I had been right because I had never known anyone like him
before.  surely, strange friendly boys like him with no cares in the world
existed in some mysterious foreign land.

"They're very delicious," I said after swallowing the grapes he had fed me
with a sensual flair and he tilted his head while giving me that sweet
smile which told me that he already knew it and that he wanted to share so
simple yet so delightful with me, "Thank you, Amir."

"I knew you'd like them, Michel," he said moving aside so I could open the
door and he leaned against the door frame with his leftover grapes in hand,
"So...this is your home?"

Once I opened the locked door, the slim Arab boy went under my arm as I
held the entrance to my apartment open for him to enter and he moved like a
cautious stray cat crooking his boyishly long neck side to side in a wary
fashion.  As if he were an archaelogist surveying a freshly opened tomb
looking for ancient treasure, Amir walked as if on tiptoes between my
meager furniture bought quickly and on the cheap.

"Yes...I've only been here a couple of months," I said as I put my drawing
materials on a table by the front door and I closed the door making a loud
click which caused my young visitor to turn his head to look at me as he
realized he was now fully alone with me which didn't seem to trouble him in
the least though I felt quite nervous having this strange boy with me,
"Ever since....since my wife asked me to leave."

Hearing myself, I could not help but notice the sudden sadness as I
admitted to this young teen boy my predicament which must have made me seem
pathetic I thought.  For a second, I felt embarrassed about showing such
weakness.

"Poor, poor Michel....I knew you were married.  Your ring finger still has
the mark where you wore your wedding ring, mon ami," remarked the impish
young boy as he sat on my small sofa like a cat who had found his favorite
spot with dark brown eyes twinkling their cleverness and his cute face
smiling comfortably, "I watch detectives on tv too so I know about such
things.  Pretty good, eh?"

Truthfully, his resourcefulness impressed me greatly and I smiled because I
could not help it.  Shaking my head in disbelief as to how sharp yet so
innocent Amir was, I opened the large window which faced the street and
that let in more light so I could begin my sketching.

"Well...I think we have to move the sofa so it faces the window this way
you can have more illumination on you when I start sketching.  The sun
should begin shining directly through the window so it should give us
better light and shadow.  Shadow is good to show the the lines and curves,"
I said trying to remain focused on the purpose that brought the young boy
here which was to do a sketch or two of him so to satisfy his youthful
whims, "Which side do you want me to sketch first?"

As if I had not been speaking at all, the slim Arab boy had already gotten
up off the small blue sofa and he was on the far end of the small living
room gazing at the handful of pictures I had of my two young daughters that
I kept so I could see them everyday as a reminder as to how precious they
were to me.  Not having gotten a response, I watched as the lithe boy
tilted his head side to side as he ran a finger on his right hand along the
shelf where the pictures were stopping before each picture then moving on
to the next.

"Are these your daughters, Michel?" he asked finally as he turned tilting
his dark-haired head slightly as if thinking about something melancholy
because his big brown eyes had a doe-like appearance that touched me deep
in my heart as I walked up to the shelf so I stood beside him, "They're
very lovely.  You're quite lucky."

"Yes...yes, I am," I said my voice in a low tone sounding a bit hoarse as I
looked down at the dark-eyed boy for a few seconds feeling his thoughtful
brown eyes probing deep into me before I looked at the pictures of my two
wonderful daughters, Charlotte and Yvette.

"You better watch out, mon ami, because they're going to have lots of boys
wanting them to be their girlfriends!" Amir said finally sounding like the
playful boy I had met as he gave me his big smile that brightened the mood
greatly making me feel better, "I already have a girlfriend but I would let
them be mine if I could!  So watch out, Michel!"

Giggling at his good-natured jest, Amir took me in a tight bear hug as if
he wanted to show me he was having an innocent amusement at my expense like
two good friends would.  His naturalness and his easy acceptance of life
fascinated me because I could tell he harbored no ill will towards anyone.
He seemed so pure and so loving that I felt dirty next to him.

"Well...you said you already have a girlfriend so I don't think I have to
worry too much," I answered the young boy who let me go finally and had
moved to the big window I had just opened looking out at the traffic below
as I headed to the small sofa to move it, "My daughters are only 8 and 6.
I'm sure much too young for you, Amir."

"True...true," said Amir as he turned and he began helping me move the sofa
so it faced the big window, "Perhaps, one day....I could be your
son-in-law?"

"Maybe," I said as the small sofa moved into a spot perfectly positioned to
shine light on it, "Well...let us begin.  Before I get my drawing
materials, do you want something to drink?"

"Oui, Michel," answered Amir sitting on the sofa once again with his sweet
smile, "I'm very thirsty.  I think it was the walk...I'm sure."

"I'll get us something to drink," I said as I headed through a doorway that
led to my small kitchenette, "You decide on what pose you want, okay?"

It took me only a couple of minutes to get two bottles of orange soda out
of the refrigerator along with a couple of glasses with ice.  When I
returned to the small living roomwhere I left my young guest, I found to my
amazement Amir sitting nonchalantly on the small blue sofa shirtless and
barefoot.  He lay on his stomach with his head towards me and his feet on
the far end.  His arms were folded across the arm closest to me and his
chin was perched on them as his right knee bent so his foot was suspended
right over his buttocks.  Hearing me enter, he looked up at me and gave me
a big broad smile which beamed his gladness that I was there to see him
posing for his portrait.  He looked quite proud of himself I thought.  It
looked like he was making too much of an effort to pose as if he had seen
it in an art book which made me chuckle though I kept it to myself as best
as I could.

"Here are some sodas.  I hope you like orange," I said as I put the bottles
of the carbonated drink down on an end table along with the ice-filled
glasses as the young boy watched me still looking quite pleased with
himself, "I noticed you want your portrait done barechested?"

"I thought it would be like those in the museum...ummm, like those Greek
and Italian statues," said the young boy sitting up slightly and I could
see the soft lines of his torso as the taut skin stretched around his upper
body with smooth curves showing the youthful muscles he had, "You know
which ones I'm talking about...the sexy ones."

As if to accentuate his argument, he twisted himself at the hips so his
back was more in alignment with the back of the sofa then he ran both his
hands in a seductive manner over his upper torso while giving me a knowing
wink and sexily pursing his silky-looking lips that seemed to be his way of
telling me we were sharing a naughty thought.  Not sure it was right
because he was just a teenage boy, I nodded and I looked away while getting
my sketchpad and my colored pencils.

"Yes...yes..I know which ones you're talking about," I said as I went into
the hallway where my sketching materials were at so I could get them to
begin, "I think its the fact that they show off the beauty of the human
body...which is quite sensual and...and erotic when you think about it.
It's a shame most people are such prudes and nudity is frowned upon."

"That is so true," I heard Amir say with a happy tone as I took a moment to
lock the door, "But, I don't mind being naked, Michel.  Many nice things
happen when you're naked don't you agree?"

I was about to say that he had a good point but as I walked back into the
small living room with my drawing materials in hand what I saw made me drop
them and struck me speechless for a couple of seconds.  During the few
seconds I was in the hallway, the young Algerian youth had slipped off his
cheap green track pants and he was now sitting on my small blue sofa
completely naked except for his gold chain in the same pose I had left him
in before.  The only thing that had changed was that he was giving me a sly
smile and a soulful gaze that was so intoxicatingly erotic that I could
feel myself swooning at the feral sexuality oozing off his lithe Arab body.

"Is something wrong, Michel?" the nymph-like Arab boy said in a seductively
sweet tone as he shift his slim hips slightly side-to-side as if daring me
to set my startled gaze on the two beautiful spheres of plump flesh that
compromised his bare bottom, "You dropped your pencils and pad."

"Well...I_I just didn't...ummm...expect you to be naked is all," I said in
the best calm voice I could muster since I had never dreamed I would have
found myself alone with any teen boy especially one like this sprite of a
child, "You must forgive me for being a prude but...but is this
appropriate?  I mean you being naked with..with me.  We just barely met is
what I'm saying...I think."

"I don't see a problem, mon ami.  We're both men," said Amir turning in and
stretching his whole body in such a seductive manner that I found I could
not look away because his long and lithe body had such fluid movements that
the eroticism it emitted was burning off him white-hot, "So, it's okay.
You and I are both good friends, oui?  What is such a thing as nudity
between friends?"

"I...I suppose you're right," I responded with my gaze still on the lithe
teen boy who kept his own smoldering eyes upon me which reminded me of a
hungry panther staring at helpless prey, "Back in art school, we had models
come in and pose nude so I think you doing so is just as...as normal as
that..I think."

As if in a trance, I bent down and picked up my dropped sketchpad and
pencils but the image of the young boy's beautiful bottom was etched in my
mind making it hard to concentrate.  Standing up, I walked towards a small
chair and I pulled it to the spot I wanted to draw from.  Still silent, I
placed my materials how I wanted them before beginning to make a rough
sketch the of the sensual 14-year old Arab boy laying naked on my sofa.

As I fumbled with the pencil, Amir lifted himself in a seductively fluid
motion off the sofa and he stood before me completely naked.  I gulped as I
saw what a lithe body he had so trim and toned.  Without any clothes on, I
could see the tanline of an obviously skimpy bathing suit on his light
olive skin which made told me that the young boy swam alot because the
change in skin color was so obvious.  As he walked towards the orange soda
on the end table and poured himself a drink, I noticed that Amir had a
small wispy bush of dark pubes around a penis that was to me quite above
average.  Flaccid it was about 10 cm ( 4 inches ) which was close to mine
in the same state of unexcitement.  Mine was 17.7 cm hard ( 7 inches ) and
it would not have surprised me if Amir was the same or larger.  Seeing this
must have froze my gaze on his tantalizing equipment for a while longer
than is customary because Amir had time to pour his soda and drink it
slowly till the glass was half empty.

"Is everything okay, Michel?" asked the young Algerian boy in his soft
boyish voice that snapped me out of my reverie.

"Huh....oh yes...yes, I just got lost in thought," I said returning back to
my sketching which I tried to do from memory but I found the image of his
genitals burned in my thoughts making it difficult, "Perhaps, you should go
back to your pose...okay?"

With a smile that seemed to hint that the young boy-siren had succeeded in
arousing my curiousity, Amir playfully jumped back on the small sofa in his
monkey-like movement that endeared him to me and he resumed his pose with a
care-free laugh of joy.

"I like being here with you...you are so much fun, Michel!" he said as he
bounced up and down on my sofa before settling into place comfortably
allowing me to draw the wonderous curves that made up his sensual form, "Do
you enjoy being with me?"

"Yes...yes, I do, Amir," I said stopping my drawing to give him a look then
a smile that must have pleased Amir greatly because his dark eyes seemed to
twinkle at my answer while placing a content smile on his cute face,
"You're a wonderful boy.  I have to admit I've never known much about boys
since I have daughters but you...well...you're a very unusual young
boy...uhhh...I'm sorry, I mean young man.  I must say I do find myself
liking you quite a bit."

For a handful of minutes, Amir remained silent as if digesting my
compliment which had seemed to please him because he continued to have the
same smoldering smile throughout the time he did not speak and he just
remained posing for me with the only thing moving was his toes flexing ever
so often.  As for me, I found myself adoring the beautiful curvature of his
wonderfully sexy body that brought out intense erotic feelings in me I had
not felt since I was a young boy when I had a short romance and sexual
relationship with a slightly older boy at an away camp my parents had sent
me.  It had ended with the older boy never acknowledging me afterwards
though I had told him I had loved him when we parted.  After sending him
many letters to his home and calling him without him ever taking my calls,
it left me feeling that the experience had been emotionally traumatic and I
had buried it away long ago.  Seeing young Amir in my small loft naked and
so happy, I started feeling confused but I did not fight it as I would have
if I was still with my wife and children.  I felt like I had drifted away
from my old married life onto a strange but alluring sea with the winds of
my desire pushing me towards the unknown.

As I sketched, I noticed my young houseguest grinding his bare hips against
the cushions of my sofa as he continued posing for his portrait.  It wasn't
very noticeable at first but after a couple of minutes I could make it out
because it was getting to be obvious at how the cushions were now moving up
and down with the young boy's slim hips.  As he did this, the naked boy
continued to look at me with the same soft smile as his head was resting on
his forearms which he had folded neatly on the arm of my sofa.  When he saw
that I had noticed his hips moving in a sexually arousing manner that was
making my face hot with lusty awareness, Amir licked his pouty lips in a
seductive manner I had seen many young women do when they are letting it be
known they are available for something less innocent than just posing for a
sketch.  Not sure if I was just imagining things, I gulped hard and I
continued my sketching trying not to look at the naked boy but to work from
memory.  My fear was that if I did anything that might seem inappropriate
then I could be labled a child molestor and it would be wiser for me to
just ignore the olive-skinned boy's curious behavior.

"Michel...do you sometimes get lonely now that you live alone?" asjed the
naked boy twisting his body slightly and I could see how supple and
flexible his lithe young body was as if made of flesh-colored rubber, "You
must miss your wife sometimes...don't you?"

I was puzzled by this sudden interest in my troubled marriage and it took
me a minute to digest why he was bringing it up.  He did not seem the type
of boy to worry himself about the matrimonial affairs of others though I
doubt there were many boys who did.  His gaze was upon me as I thought
about his question and I could feel within the soft brown eyes he had an
expectation that puzzled me because it seemed he was waiting for a
particular answer.  was he hoping that I was a lonely man?

"I suppose," I answered in a terse manner because I was not in the mood of
talking about my troubled marriage let alone with a naked boy laying on my
sofa, "But, I manage to muddle through it."

"I guess all of us men do when we have to," he said as if my answer was
sufficient because he stopped moving his slim naked body and he lay his
head on his folded arms so it rested on his right cheek facing me so his
soulful eyes remained locked on me though he did have a serene expression I
found pleasing, "I just thought because you were used to being with your
wife when you needed to...well, you know....it was so much easier for you
to take care of your needs."

"Ummmm...needs?" I said because I was unsure as to where his interest was
leading our conversation, "I..I don't think I'm following your question.
Perhaps, I've misunderstood, Amir.  Please, can you explain?"

"You're being much too modest, Michel," answered young Amir with a playful
laugh as if my confusion amused him greatly because I must have looked like
an innocent when I was supposed to be the older and wiser man, "You're a
grown man who must have known many women.  What do men and women do, mon
ami?  Surely, you being French this is not a mystery.  I know it and I've
just become a man!"

"Oooh...Well, I do but I was confused," I said realizing he was talking
about sex which made me feel a little uncomfortable but with the slim
Alegerian boy being naked it seemed less so, "I'm not sure how to explain
this but I..I do have to take care of...(ahem) myself.  I'm not so old that
I don't have a...a healthy desire for it.  I'm sure someone you're...well
let us say level of maturity must understand.  When I was your age, I did
it quite often.  Quite often indeed."

"Oooh Michel...are you talking about this?!" said the naked boy with
another amused laugh as he made a jerking off motion with his left hand
which made me nod only amusing him even more because his whole body rippled
with a hearty laugh.

"I don't see what's so funny, Amir," I said starting to allow my tone to
sound offended by his relentless amusement seemingly at my expense, "I
thought all boys did it.  I'm sure even you've done it as well."

"That is true," said Amir finally calming down though I could see his cute
face sporting a very amused smile, "I do it when I can't stand it and there
isn't any other way so I need to release it."

"I thought that it was the only way for you since you're a Muslim and, in
your culture, the girls are supposed to be kept virginal till marriage.  Or
am I mistaken since you told me you have a girlfriend and she somehow
allows you to...to take care of your needs which is your word for it." I
said a little frustrated on this young boy enjoying some mysterious jest
over what I thought was a private matter.

"It's true I'm a Muslim and it's not allowed to defile a female before she
gives herself to her husband," said Amir who had taken on a more cerebral
look as the playful boy I had seen earlier dissolved into invisibility,
"But a man was given needs by the Creator.  The Creator gave us his laws
and we must follow them but in his wisdom he gave us other ways to meet our
needs that keep us from spoiling the purity of a woman or woman-child.  Do
you see what I mean, Michel?"

I looked at the young boy with the scholarly expression which made me feel
like the dumb child and he the wise teacher and I shook my head that I
could not see his point.

"Well.....let me put it this way, mon ami.  If I were to touch my
girlfriend for pleasure then I would have to make her my wife. That is if
her father or brothers or some male family memeber hasn't cut my dick off
for dishonoring them," Amir said looking at me with a serious expression,
"So, I can't do anything with her and she is never left alone even if I
wanted to.  So, the Creator says a man must find other ways to get his
pleasure.  Do you understand so far, Michel?"

"I... I think I do.  Jerking off would be my guess as being your main
alternative especially at your age.  Please, forgive me, Amir, but I still
see you closer to being a boy than a man.  It must be because I'm French
and a Catholic," I told the naked boy who looked calm as I espressed my
muddled thoughts, "I guess the only other way would be for men to sleep
with men.  But, I thought that was frowned upon as well in Islam.  I know
that it is in my religion but that doesn't really stop it from happening."

"The Koran does forbid it," said Amir as his soft brown eyes seemed to be
prodding me on my thought as if the goal of our conversation was just
within reach and all that was left was to take grab it, "However, a man
does not begin as such so this is where it is...well, to be more honest, it
is accepted as long as one is not too obvious about it and it is done
discreetly with the family's consent implied or otherwise so there is no
dishonor."

"Are...are you saying that man are allowed to sleep with...boys?" I said
having stopped my sketching long ago and I sat there a little dumbstruck by
this revelation that both revulsed and enticed me, "I'm...I'm not sure I'm
fine with that.  It seems..wrong to me."

"Even if the boy's family says its ok?" said Amir trying to soothe my
nerves because I am sure I looked agitated by what he had just told me
about his customs, "The boys are never hurt because it would bring down the
wrath of the family and the boys even learn to enjoy it.  Also, it helps to
make them better lovers so they may please their wives later in life.  Like
all things in life, you could say it is the natural course of things.  A
boy helps a man to get his pleasure so he does not have to defile a female
which teaches the boy how it is to pleasure so he can give pleasure to his
wife when he married which he must impart to another boy when he is a man
himself.  Do you see how wise the Creator is in making such things so,
Michel?"

"I..I don't know," I said feeling confused as I looked out the window
because I felt lightheaded most likely due to my Western morals being
tested by the young boy's easy acceptance of something I had always been
told was taboo, "Have you done this, Amir?  Did a man use you..for...his
pleasure when you were..a (ahem) boy?"

"I've allowed a man to use me for his pleasure, Michel,but I felt pleasure
as well when it was done to me" said Amir as he started to move from his
pose into a sitting position which brought his genitals into full view but
instead of being flaccid it had hardened to an impressive size that rivaled
my own making me gulp hard, "Now, that I am closer to being a man I've used
younger boys for my own pleasure so they may learn how it's done when they
take someone larger than me.  In a way, it's my way of helping them."

"I think I...I understand," I said clearing my throat as I felt my own
loins heat up as I tried to take my eyes off the young boy's engorged
member which moved side-to-side as if waving at me, "I have to admit that
this makes me a little uncomfortable to discuss such things, Amir."

"Why?" said the naked boy with the erection that looked much bigger because
he was so slim and lithe, "I'm sure it isn't only happening with Muslims,
mon ami."

"True...I can see how you could think that," I responded because the young
Algerian boy sitting there naked looking so peaceful yet so aroused had
brought up a good point that the use of boys for sexual pleasure was not
just an Islamic custom, "There are a few French writers who spoke of
such...interests."

"What about you, Michel?" said Amir as he touched his stiff cock with his
right hand in a suggestive manner that made my own cock harden because it
had been so long since it had seen any action besides my own manipulations
that it was ready for anything, "Are you interested?"

"I...Uhhhh...I am unsure...would it be right...I mean, to me,
you're...you're still a boy," I said stammering as my heart pounded in my
chest and my sketchpad fell off my lap though I did not care because of my
unexpected situation, "I know you've said you're a man in your culture but
this is France."

"Michel...I'm not a boy any longer and I did tell you that I was a man but
that is not totally true just yet," said Amir still stroking his hard cock
slowly and carefully and I watched his small hand go up and down the full
length of the cockshaft as if adoring it, "So, it is not wrong if you and I
take our pleasure with one another.  Yes, you are a man that is without
question.  But, as for me I haven't reached the age of full manhood and I'm
not a boy anymore.  I'm between those ages so it's acceptable as long as we
do not make it too obvious.  We wouldn't be doing anything wrong.  Besides,
you think of me as a boy so it would still be allowed by my
culture....oui?"

I stayed silent because confusion seized my thoughts and my desire for this
pretty Algerian boy who sat naked on my sofa stroking himself with no
modesty was bringing forth lustful thoughts I had kept buried for decades
like a tidal wave washing me out to sea.  Yet, Amir remained as tranquil as
ever like we were discussing something much more innocent like the weather
or sports rather than sodomy between a man and boy.

"Ummmmm..to be honest...I am torn between my desire for...for doing what is
right and...and my desire for..for," I looked at the young naked boy with
the smooth olive-skin and he looked back at me with the dark brown eyes in
which I could see his understanding of the conflict between my morals and
my lust, "You...Amir.  I can't say why...but I find myself attracted to
you.  I'm...I'm so sorry if it disgusts you.  Perhaps, you should leave
before...before we do things that may make us sorry.  Okay?"

I felt like I had escaped the tempation of losing my soul but it had left
me with a huge void when I said those words.  I felt my sketchpad drop to
the side of me and I sat there looking at young Amir with what I am sure
was the saddest expression but I told myself it was the right thing to do.

As if moving in a dream inside my head, the naked 14-year old boy stopped
stroking his wonderful erection and he stood up with a look on his
wonderful face that displayed neither disappointment nor anger but
resignation as if he had decided on a course of action which he was
determined to follow through no matter what.  I was sure he was going to
pick up his scattered clothes and dress himself to leave.  My biggest fear
was that he would leave cursing me while making threats to tell everyone
that I had made advances on him.  I felt like a bottomless pit had opened
up under my feet at that moment and it was going to swallow me up.

Instead, the lithe naked boy walked towards me with the most erotic grace.
Amir had the most sexual movements as he covered the short distance between
us and his walk made his slim hips move side-to-side which made me gulp
because it had a primal eroticism that I knew as he got closer I could not
resist him.  Finally, he stood before me looking down at me with a little
smile as if he were going to play a game with me and his dark brown eyes
glowing with an allure only young boys have.  Amir kept his serene brown
eyes on mine and they came closer and closer till his face was a couple of
centimeters from mine.  I could feel his hot breath against my lips and his
thin yet sinewy arms wrapped themselves around my thick neck in a gentle
but strong embrace that was unsually intimate for two people who had met
little more than an hour before.  He said nothing for several seconds and I
was sure he was going to kiss me because we were that close.  I could feel
his slim body nestled deep between my outspread legs so that he was almost
pressed against me whereupon I could feel his hard cock poking my stomach.
Then as he gazed at me with the most soothing look from those hypnotic
eyes, a seductive little smile crossed his pretty face while our foreheads
touched and he spoke.

"You're a very good man, Michel.  Most men would have said yes right away
but not you.  You wanted to protect me.  This is what I like that about
you.  It only makes me want you more, mon ami," Amir said in this soft
voice that was reassuring yet sexy, "Perhaps, I should seduce you...this
way you won't feel so guilty...hmmm?"

I wanted to say something but my voice failed me and I just made croaking
sounds which made the nubile young boy giggle.  I felt like clay in his
hands as he released his friendly embrace around my neck and he moved my
arms so my large hands each were placed on his perfectly round asscheeks.
I felt my heart beating so hard as my hands start to grip those plump balls
of firm boyflesh.  At first I was barely holding them but within seconds I
was fondling them and kneading them.  From the pleased look on the young
Algerian boy's face, he seemed to be enjoying that I had discovered how
good it is to grip such a wonderous thing as a young boy's ass.  Whatever
moral qualms I felt before had disappeared and I knew my volcanic lust for
this beautiful young boy had won the war over what would happen next.

"So...are you still sure, Michel?" said Amir softly in a voice that was
both sultry and feminine in tone as he put his lean arms around my neck
embracing me tightly as his forehead met mine while our lips missed
touching by a hair's width, "That this is wrong...hmmm?"

I could not resist the closeness of his silky soft lips and I puckered mine
so to bridge the paper-thin gap so to touch his lips with mine.  For the
slightest microsecond, I felt them touch but he pulled his face back with a
naughty smile as if I had tried to snatch an expensive prize from his
grasp.  We remained locked together silently with me sitting and him
standing while he had his arms around my neck and I had my hands strongly
fondling his gorgeously naked buttocks.  As if dangling something precious
just out of my reach, Amir kept his head pulled back from mine only a
couple of inches from mine and he teased me by licking his plump lips
seductively like he were tasting the sweetest candy which only increased my
desire to taste it as well.

"Non...non...we kiss when we're both undressed, monsieur," he said in a
formal tone while shaking his head side-to-side like a headmaster would
have done when expressing his disapproval in a breaking of decorum, "I'm
not to be treated like a woman for you to kiss-kiss.  That's much too
gay...we kiss when we make love, mon ami."

His raw sexuality that radiated off him like flames had broken me down to
my baser needs and my hands moved up along his naked back enjoying the
smooth yet supple skin that felt like the finest silk under my fingers and
palms.  I pulled the vibrant Amir against me and I could feel his hard cock
sandwiched between our bodies and he let out a little laugh of approval
that our little game had become gone to a higher level which he obviously
enjoyed and desired almost as much as I did.  Yes, he put up a little bit
of fight as if he wanted to resist but it wasn't a true struggle.  He was
just playing reluctant when we both knew this was his plan all along.  Just
for the sake of machismo in both his culture and mine, he had to provide
some token resistance so the stigma of being called homosexual could be
warded off like one says "bless you" when one sneezes.  It was just a
pleasantry and nothing more.

In those seconds as we embraced, I became the shy thirteen-year old boy of
my youth who had given himself to that stronger and more masculine
fifteen-year old youth at summer camp.  This time I told myself, it would
be better and would end more to what I dreamed it should have been.

"I want you so badly...so very badly, Amir," I whispered into the young
boy's ear as he rubbed his silky soft cheek against my own which had two
days growth but it did not deter him because he nuzzled me lovingly for
close to a minute.

"And I want you, Michel," answered my naked young boy as he started
nibbling on my ear sending shivers of pleasure because it was so simple yet
so erotic to feel his soft lips pulling and manipulating the soft flesh of
my left earlobe, "Can't you feel my desire?"

His hard cock throbbed against my diaphragm with each breath pressing it
even harder against me though it was already pressed between us as we held
each other tightly.  My hands traveled madly up-and-down the length of his
smooth back feeling the firm muscles that created such wonderful curves
from his round buttocks to his slim shoulders.  I opened my mouth and I
licked the side of his lithe neck along his left side tasting the salty boy
sweat.  The flesh caressed my tongue and I would stop and suckle on his
succulent skin here and there leaving soft red marks on the olive-colored
flesh.  I would hear him give a small groan when the sucking got too hard
which signaled me that he would have a slight bruise later on which I liked
becuase it would be a reminder of his giving himself to me in this way.

As our faces moved along the other's with ours mouth exploring every curve,
I noticed that each time I thought our lips would touch that so that we may
kiss deep and passionately Amir would avoid this wonderful experience I
wanted to badly to enjoy.  I wanted to taste the grapes he had just enjoyed
during our walk because the pouty flesh of his lips looked so full and
succulent like the juicy fruit he had taken from Farouk.  I held the naked
boy tightly and he wiggled slightly but there was no danger of his actually
escaping me.  He was ravishing my neck with his petite mouth with its
nimble little tongue flicking under my adam's apple.

"Let me kiss you, Amir,....please...oh please," I moaned as he held my head
between his two small hands gently bending it back so he could run his
lithe tongue like a small brush across my neck making my desire reach
higher and higher levels till I was dizzy.

Ignoring my entreaties to taste his lucious lips, Amir continued licking my
neck with luxurious strokes as if he were devouring me hungrily though he
would stop and giggle playfuly when my hands moved along his naked sides
causing him to wiggle.  Swooning, I found him wonderous and innocent
because to him our carnality seemed so natural.  I must have seemed like an
uncouth beast because I had not shaved in days but he did not seem to mind.
On the contrary, he seemed to revel in my unkempt masculinity as if it were
a delight to be savored and enjoyed.  after a couple of minutes of this
game, Amir stopped and he lifted his arms above his head in the most
graceful and sensual manner.  I was awed by his slim naked body which
undulated side-to-side while he looked at me with the most alluring
expression as if he were swimming in the hot sexuality that was making the
air as thick as custard.

"Stand up, mon ami," he said in a low voice in which I could make the soft
hoarseness of arousal, "Let's go a little further...okay?"

"What do you have in mind," I said in a voice that was more of a croak as
my cock pulsated inside my trousers hoping to burst out.

"You'll see, Michel," responded Amir stepping back slightly when I let my
embrace of him go then I stood up from the chair though my knees felt weak
but the naked boy kept me steady, "I think you'll enjoy this more than
sketching me...don't you think so?"

Once I was upright, Amir's hands went to the button of my trousers which he
opened with his nimble fingers that showed great skill then he lowered my
trousers so they went halfway down my heavy thighs.  then, the slim boy put
each of his thumbs under the waistband of my white boxers and he lowered
them along my flabby legs till they rested atop my pants.  Finally, my hard
cock was free to the open air with its thick bush of dark blond pubes.  It
felt so good and refreshing.  I could see the excited look in the young
Algerian boy's soft brown eyes as he looked up at me to tell me how much he
liked the size of my manhood.

"Very nice, Michel!" exclaimed young Amir stroking my throbbing cock with
his right hand and fondling my hairy balls with his left hand using a skill
that showed much experience, "You're such a strong and virile man!  Ooooh
what a beautiful cock you have...so thick...so hard.....oooh...so warm!"

The touch of his small hands on my genitals which were burning with lust
was almost enough to make me climax madly right then but he stopped as if
he knew it was a dangerous thing he was doing because it could end his fun
prematurely.  Pressing up against me, he pushed me back so I returned to
sitting back in my chair with my hard cock sticking straight up from my
lap.  I felt a second of disappointment that he had not jerked me off but I
realized his intent as he smiled at me his sublimely erotic smile.  With
the grace of a seductress like Bathsheba, Amir put both his hands on my
shoulders as he straddled my lap.  His slim hips wiggled side-to-side while
he placed each foot on a wooden dowel that braced each of the four legs
together.  Using these he could raise and lower his body with ease while I
remained stationary sitting in the chair with my back towards the window.

"Does this make you happy, Michel?" asked the seductive Amir as he put his
left hand behind my neck and his right hand went under his testicles so to
guide my hard cock towards his beckoning boyhole, "Do you want me?"

"Yes!...yess!" I groaned as I felt the tip of my hard cock press against
his tight sphincter which was clenched close, "I want nothing else...just
you, Amir,...just you!"

"Then...it is time to make love...oui?" he said in a softy and sultry voice
that was almost like song while he bit his lower lip and lowered his lithe
body down so that the pressure of my cock rising up trying to penetrate him
increased till I could feel his sphincter starting to give way.

As the first inch of my rock hard cock slipped inside the wonderful boy, I
could feel his warm boyhole sliding around the smooth glans like a tight
sheath as if it were swallowing my turgid member.  The second my throbbing
erection gained entry inside him, Amir pressed his supple lips against mine
while wrapping his arms tightly around my neck in the most passionate kiss
I had ever experienced.  His silky soft lips pressed against mine and I was
amazed at how tender and flavorful they were like the sweetest fruit one
can imagine.  I was left breathless as his nimble tongue flitted inside my
own mouth and I felt our spirits merging as our saliva and breathes mixed.
Still, his lithe body lowered slowly till finally his tight boyhole had
engulfed my hard dick completely and he was sitting on my lap as we madly
kissed.

Intoxicated by this special moment of mad lust, I ran my hands along his
back from his plump buttocks up to his slim shoulders.  I adored the soft
flesh of the young boy with my fingers and palms caressing and stroking
almost feverishly.  Amir seemed to ignore my stroking of his lithe body as
he began to rock his slim hips back-and-forth in a slow rhythmic motion
that stroked my hard cock with his tight sphincter muscles.  To my great
surprise, his control of his anal muscles was beyond belief because it
seemed his python-like sphincter was milking my hard cock while I fucked
him sending the most exquisite pleasure into my body.  Still, the young
Algerian boy continued to kiss me open-mouthed as if he were a starving man
enjoying a banquet.  For one so young, his passion and desire exceeded my
own by leaps and bounds that I was very surprised then inspired to keep up
with this wonderous creature who was allowing me to share in his bountiful
lust and carnal enjoyment.  Right then and there, I wanted nothing more
than to unleash my primal urges on this beautiful young boy who seemed to
want only the same because he had chosen me.

In the fever of our hot passion, I lost myself to my animal desires which
had lain dormant for so very long.  Being larger and stronger than the slim
Algerian boy, I easily pressed Amir against me as we sucked on each other's
tongues while he continued to slide back-and-forth sending my hard cock
in-and-out of his tight bowels.  This seemed to make him even more
passionate as he wrapped his skinny arms around my thick neck even tighter
but I hardly noticed.  My hands fondled the taut flesh of his smooth back
pulling on the small yet tight muscles in such a way that would have mad
the young boy yelp in pain normally but elicited no response as we kissed
with mad abandon in our carnal union.  Underneath us, the wooden chair
started to rock to-and-fro in conjunction with the Algerian boy's movement
on my lap.

In what seemed like several seconds but surely must have been minutes, the
increasing sexual pleasure caused by my penetration of the beautiful
man-child made our oral union too much to continue as our focus of our
desire turned toward our illicit sexual act.  Being much younger than me
and quicker to reach the pinnacle of sexual pleasure, Amir pulled his head
back breaking our mouths apart and I could see the wild look in his soulful
eyes which told me he was getting closer to a mind-blowing climax.  His
cute face contorted as he bit his lower lip while his nostrils opened and
closed rapidly.  His hands were firmly placed on each shoulder as his slim
body started to bounce up-and-down in short jumps making the wooden chair
creak each time he droped down onto my lap.  This caused my hard cock to
slam deep into his tight boyhole sending jolts of pleasure into both of us.
It was at this point that I realized that I adored the young boy for what
he was doing and I could not imagine going on in my life without him.  Was
it lust?  Maybe it was a desire for companionship.  Nonetheless, I wanted
him and I wanted only to fill him with my seed.  I loved every curve of his
toned body and I found his face to be of the most exquisite features which
made me swoon.

Suddenly, Amir dropped down hard on my lap but he sat there rocking back
and forth while his slim form shook madly as if being electrocuted by some
unseen shock.  He tossed his head back with his pretty face contorted in a
taut grimace of intense pleasure.  His flat stomach undulated while his
wonderful cock spasmed side-to-side while spurting a clear stream of clear
jizz onto my hairy stomach.  I watched in almost breathless amazement as if
I was looking at a rare natural wonder only whispered about by those who
know such things exist. My thick hands gripped the young boy's narrow hips
guiding him in his continued movement as he enjoyed his intense climax.
His spincter clenched and unclenched with each spasm gripping my hard cock
as if milking it making me want to join my beautiful boy in his land of
sexual nirvana.

"Unnnh...yess...yesss...Oooh Michel!" he moaned between grunts of ecstacy
that issued forth from his pursed lips till he was whimpering in a soft
voice that was almost girlish in quality making me more aroused so that I
wanted nothing more than to fuck him harder and deeper so he would make
more of these delicious noises.

As his powerful orgasm came to a close, Amir who looked dazed from the
drug-like pleasure he was high on leaned forward slightly and he pressed
his forehead on my left shoulder and my left hand went up as if by instinct
onto the back of his thin neck in a fatherly fashion though we were locked
in a perverse embrace of carnal union.  The motion of his slim hips
continued rocking back-and-forth but the pace had slowed significantly.
Feeling him and smelling his intoxicating boy-musk, my primal lust became
more ferocious like a madness I could not resist and I pulled the slim boy
against me so his naked chest was pressed against mine and I used my grip
on his slim hips to raise him up-and-down so I could continue fucking his
sweet boyhole.  His still-hard cock rubbed itself onto my abdomen smearing
his warm boy-cream like a gooey paste between our naked bodies.  Snapping
out of his carnal reverie, he started letting out little gasps of pleasure
as I fucked him harder and he allowed me to pierce him with small quick
strokes as he sat on my lap as if he were a doll moving at my will.  I
enjoyed the sounds of his pleasure because they sounded so womanly to me
making me want nothing more than to feel him take my hard cock even more.
His naked body pressed against me felt so good and I could not imagine
being more alive and manly than I was now.  It made me feel so very good
when he put his skinny yet sinewy arms around my neck wrapping them tightly
and I did not realize he was biting my shoulder with soft bites that left
small red marks I later noticed.  Quickly, I had the young sexy boy
bouncing with such ferocity that it was a wonder that the chair that we
were having torrdily feral sex on did not collapse under the stain of our
forbidden act of love.

Finally, I knew I had reached my much-coveted award and I drove my
wonderful Algerian boy down onto my hard cock as the most incredible orgasm
I ever enjoyed burst like an atomic bomb throughout my flabby frame.  It
felt like I had stored up a year's worth of creamy seed for my gorgeous boy
and it seemed to flow up like a geyser through my turgid member deep into
the tight boyhole it was sheathed in.  I knew Amir could feel my hot cum
flowing into him as I felt his plump buttocks harden in my grasp while he
pressed his lovely face hard into my neck upon which he began sucking
hungrily on the flesh there as soft whimpers of pleasure purred forth
betraying his enjoyment for letting me experience him in such a carnal
manner.  His skinny fingers combed through my hair raking my thinning
locks.  I felt so vital and so young like I had been reborn.  I groaned the
most satifying moan of pleasure I had ever let out from my gut as 3 or 4
spurts of my hot cum pumped out from my aching balls into the most
wonderful boy in the world who I held tightly in my arms.

As I filled my beautiful Arab boy with my thick seed, I felt myself needing
this young boy with such intense primal lust that it pushed everything else
out of my consciousness and I reached up my right hand to pull Amir's head
back by his thin neck from where it lay on my shoulder.  I saw in his soft
brown eyes the same primal lust burning like embers of coal as his tender
lips contorted in the raw carnal ecstacy of our sexual union drawing my own
parched lips to them as I kissed him with such passion that it surpassed
anything I ever experienced before.  Our lips pressed against each other
and our tongues intertwined like serpents while our spit mixed together
with loud gulps as if we were devouring one another with mad hunger.  For a
handful of minutes we kissed until I had become half-flaccid yet my hands
stroked and massaged the incredibly sexy body of my wonderful boy enjoying
every succulent inch of his naked body as he did the same to me as well.
By the way Amir ran his small hands all over my heavy-set body and touched
me in places with confidence and skill, I knew that this sublime boy was a
true artisan on how to pleasure a man which only increased my ravenous
desire for this delightful Ganymede.  I wanted nothing more than to just
spend the rest of my life with bewitching Amir enjoying ourselves like we
were doing at this moment.  Eventually, we separated our lips only by an
inch so that we could feel our breathes wafting across our faces since we
were both breathing hard from the exertion of our recent surrender to our
animal passions.

"You....are so...(gulp)... beautiful, Amir," I said in a low voice hoarse
from our illicit sexual activity as I stared into the beautiful face of the
lithe Algerian boy who had torn my lonely world apart with his unfettered
innocence and sensuality that emanated off him like the warmth of the
midday sun, "Being here with you...like this....I don't know how to say
this except by just saying it...I love you, Amir.  I...I've never known
anyone...anyone like you before!"

As I said this, the naked 14-year old boy tilted his head and he had the
most happy smile that was slightly crooked along with the most endearing
gaze from his soulful brown eyes that shone with both excitement and
happiness as if some great discovery had been made after such a long
journey and so much effort.  This only made him even more beautiful to me
and his soft delicate features were more pleasing to my eyes which I had
not thought possible till now.  It felt like I had been a prisoner who had
crawled out of a deep cavern and I was now gazing upon the wonderous sun
for the first time.  To me, my new young friend and lover was the most
glorious creature I could have imagined and I wanted to bask in his sensual
beauty till it was gone.  For a few seconds, Amir looked at me with that
wonderful smile that entranced me into being his in heart and soul.  Then,
he spoke to me softly and I listned as if I were hearing an Archangel
speaking to me because it was so clear and lucid that it touched me at my
very core.

"That is very good, my friend...my dearest Michel," the naked young boy in
my arms said in his girlishly soft voice in a tone that was very loving but
reminded me of the way a parent explains something that is very important
to a small child, "But, I've always known that you love me from the moment
we first met.  It was YOU who did not know it yet...so I had to show you
what you had hidden inside your heart, Michel, my love."

Hearing this, I must have smiled because I felt my heart sing the most
glorious music as my spirit soared at having discovered such a magnificent
creature such as the naked boy who sat on my lap with my arms around him
holding him right against me.  How could something so innocent be so
blessed with such wisdom and unadulterated giving?

With a sigh of happiness, Amir held me as tight as I held him and he seemed
to melt into me as his head rested on my shoulder.  I rubbed his bare neck
lovingly in soft strokes as if he were my son as well as my young lover.
As we held each other, I knew he was right.  I did love him.  Why should I
feel guilty I told myself since were both in love with one another.  My bad
experience as a young boy with that other boy had melted away into
nothingness because of what I had just experienced with this special Arab
boy with the most beautiful face and loving heart.  The old scars of the
first love from my boyhood had vanished from my soul and I felt reborn like
I had reached a new mysterious land I did not ever want to leave.  My old
miserable self had been left behind to be forgotten in his pity and he I
was being given a chance to be the stronger and better man I had always
dreamed I could have been.

Eventually, the delightful Alergian boy lifted himself up with a cat-like
grace off me but he and I kept our gazes locked on one another though, in
my case, I was smitten to the point of obsession by his natural boyish
beauty that enthralled me with its intoxicating mix of innocence and
eroticism.  His slim naked body moved with a tiger-like quality as he
lifted himself off the chair where I sat and he stood by my left side with
his bare skin pressed against my own.  I could not take my eyes off him as
I adored the smooth and supple curves of his tight muscle tone that graced
him like a boyish version of Michaelangelo's David.  It did not take an
artist's eye to see that Amir's beauty was as natural as the grand wonders
of the Earth and just as majestic in its sexual appeal.

My heart beating rapidly, I sat in the chair waiting to see what would
happen next and I could feel the Amir's seed drying on my slightyly
protruding stomach which rose and fell with my breathing.  My half-hard
cock lay against my naked inner thigh after having spurt my ejaculate into
this most amazing male-child with the dark and dreamy eyes that glowed with
hot passion.  My lips were dry and I licked them unconsciously since I kept
my mental focus on my beautiful Amir who had brought me to this strange and
wonderful land where men and boys enjoy and love one another like beasts in
the wild.

Drunken by his uncanny allure that only boys have, I reached around my left
arm and I pulled him against me playfully yet assuredly.  My intense
interest to hold him only made my endearing boy-creature only more playful
as he giggled as if resisting which I knew was only his ruse to make me
want him more which succeeded widly as I used my right arm to hold him
against me as he laughed a merry laugh telling me he was enjoying our
little game.  I knew that he could put up a much more fiercer fight but his
resistance was just a caricature of his true potential.  The young Arab boy
twisted in my embrace feinting the effort to pull away as if he had been
captured but his expression betrayed how much he was enjoying our little
game of love.

Drawn to him even more, I pulled him towards me and I ran my hands along
his naked body enjoying the silky smoothness of his bare skin and the taut
supple muscles it covered.  This only made him giggle more endearingly as I
felt him squirming but not in resistance rather in acceptance to his fate
in being kept prisoner by my greater strength.  We both know that is where
he wanted to be and it felt very good when he relaxed with a soft smile on
his delectable lips.

"Hahahah...you can be so wicked, Michel!" he said in a giggly voice as he
leaned into me and my hands cupped the melon-sized orbs of boyflesh that
made up his wonderful bottom while I held him in a tight embrace,
"so...very...deliciously...wicked."

As he spoke those last words he ran the long slim fingers of his left hand
along my face till they came to rest on my slightly agap mouth gently
playing with my lips.  Teasingly, he ran the tender tips of his fingers
across my upper and lower lips playing with the moist flesh as if it
fascinated him greatly.  Unable to resist, I took the fingers and I sucked
them hungrily but lovingly which he made him tilt his head sweetly as he
watched my lips suckle his fingertips like they were teats.  From his sweet
smile, my actions seemed to amuse the beautiful Alergian boy even more as
he allowed me a few moments of self-indulgence.

"Amir, there is nothing wicked in my wanting you," I answered finally as I
let his slim fingers slip from my mouth, "I want you so much that I can't
think of anything else that I want as much as I do you.  I...I hope you
feel the same about me."

"Oh Michel," the naked young boy said as he moved his head in closer as if
he were about to kiss me on the lips but he stopped short of actually
touching me then he pulled back to a tantalizingly close distance with a
flirtatious smile that told me he was playing his maddeningly erotic game
that he was a master at, "There is no one else for me.  This I feel in my
heart to be true!"

I am sure the look of happiness in my weary eyes over what he had just told
me must have pleased him because he then lifted his lithe arms up and he
twisted his slim naked body like a feline stretching.  The movements of his
lean naked body was so sensual and the look of contement on his beautiful
face was so intoxicating to behold that I felt I was watching some wild
animal in some primal wilderness instead of a little boy.  Amir tilted his
head slightly in circular motions as his hands seemed to push up against
some invisible surface and for a few seconds he seemed to stand on his
tip-toes as he unfurled himself as if he wre getting ready to pounce.  For
a few seconds, Amir remained seemingly frozen in his pose as he stretched
himself out and I could see his boyish muscles taut on his handsomely built
body.  Being an artist, I adored his supple body tone with its natural
grace that told of his freshness and youth.  He was so sensual in movement
that it hypnotized me and it came to the slim 14-year old Arab boy without
effort.  He was indeed a blessed creature of innocence and grace.

"I want to make love to you again and again," I groaned as Amir relaxed and
he seemed to deflate back into my embrace standing by my side, "You are so
very beautiful!"

"Mmmmmm...my Michel," Amir purred softly as he rubbed his soft cheek
against mine and his left hand stroked my bare chest lovingly and
skillfully in way that told me he was very comfortable in touching a man in
such an intimate way, "I have all day and night to be with you.  My mother
will think I am staying with one of my classmates so she won't care if I do
not come home.  Do you want me to stay here tonight, my Michel?"

"Yesss...yesss!" I said happily and with great intensity because I wanted
nothing more than to have this sublime boy-child here with me for as long
as possible, "I want you here with me!"

I felt such a calm peace come over me that I had never known before as I
held the naked boy against me as he stood by my side.  I pressed my face
against his bare chest and I thanked the Lord for sending me this
flesh-and-blood Cupid who existed on a different plane of Life where young
boys glow with sensuality and purity.  I could feel Amir breathing calmly
as he ran his fingers through my hair as if petting a forlorn beast from
some loathsome captivity which had trapped it long ago.  In a way, I felt
like he was taking some sort of pity on me but I did not care.  With his
wonderous beauty and loving heart, he had freed me from my emotional prison
and I was now in a different land where men and boys loved one another.  My
little boat of emotions had traversed the treacherous oceans that was life
and it had found the distant land of its dreams where it wanted to be.


To be continued...