Date: Thu, 8 Jan 2009 12:54:58 -0800 (PST) From: John Venn Subject: Tanta Part 2 of 2 m/b Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between two boys, and a man & boy. If this is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you find it morally offensive, then read no further and leave now!! The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish! Tanta (M/b, oral, mast, anal) by Alexander Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1698@yahoo.co.uk ************************************************** Today was one of the days that I visited the site to collect any mail or paperwork and as the car came to collect me at nine o'clock, I opted for a shower rather than a long soak in the bath with Ashraf for company. It didn't stop his joining me though. Part of his self-imposed regime seemingly was to make sure I was squeaky clean before I went anywhere. This he did assiduously, washing and rinsing me at least twice. The procedure was so routine by now that neither of us got much more than a slight erection - unless it was wanted of course. It wasn't until Ahmed knelt to clean my legs and thighs that I sprung my boner. The sight of his face just a few centimetres from my groin brought the memory of the under-water blow job leaping into my mind. Ahmed and I had never tried anything like that before: the only liberty I'd taken with him was to run an experimental finger down his ass crack and press gently against his sphincter. There was no reaction, good or bad, to this and so rather than risk upsetting him I limited myself to the occasional feel. As he stared at my hard-on, he giggled slightly and flipped it with his fingers, watching it bounce up and down amused him immensely and he broke out in fits of giggles. Placing his hands on my hips, he glanced up at me smiling very slightly. He kept his gaze firmly on my face as he moved towards my cock. Holding my breath, I nodded at him. Wordlessly he moved closer. I had fully expected him to take me into his mouth, but he surprised me by licking my shaft up and down a few times before he kissed it. Apparently this was enough for him as he rose to his feet, turned the water off and whispered "late" to me. Or was it? My over-excited brain hoped he'd said "later", not "late". Taking advantage of having a car and driver I did some shopping on the way home from work. Food shopping wasn't in my domain - the only things I needed to get were toiletries and the occasional few bottles of beer. Walking past the clothes shop I spotted something that I knew Ahmed would love. On display was a locally made Arsenal shirt, together with, oddly enough, a pair of imported red-trimmed white shorts. Despite the fact that the shorts looked to be a bit on the small side, I bought the kit anyway. Ahmed was delighted with the gift. Once again I was treated to a strip show, much to my pleasure. The shorts were a bit tight on him, but not overmuch. They displayed his legs off to perfection, the hem being cut very high, allowing his thighs to be seen beautifully. The only problem Ahmed seemed to have was how to arrange his cock and balls. No matter how he tried, they could still be seen almost obscenely through the material. Eventually he settled for arranging his dick to point downwards, curling under his balls. He looked so attractive and alluring in his new kit that I managed to persuade him to keep them on for the rest of the day; dispensing only with the T-shirt, and him being the little exhibitionist, he was more than happy to oblige! When I went into my bedroom to get changed, I noticed what at first appeared to be a pile of dirty rags in the corner. Curiously I examined them. Underneath a pair of thin, coarse blankets was a cheap bright yellow foam mattress which I assumed was Ahmed's bed. He'd taken up residence it appeared. Shrugging my shoulders in resigned acceptance, I changed and had my shower. It was my usual practice to watch TV in the evenings and perhaps enjoy a beer or two. Sometime around ten or eleven I would have my last quick shower of the day and either read in bed for a while or move the TV into the bedroom and watch it until I was tired enough to sleep. I decided that there was no reason to change my habit now that Ahmed was present and so the evening continued as normal. He squatted cross-legged on the settee ands watched the television intently. Once the 10 o'clock news had finished, he silently took himself off to the bathroom and then to bed. I followed an hour later. Ahmed was laid in his bed, now dressed in his galabeya and half-covered by a blanket. As I organised myself, he turned onto his side, rested his head on his crooked arm and watched me. Settling down to read, I was acutely aware of two brown eyes staring at me. Despite trying to ignore them, their mute appeal niggled away at me. After having read the same paragraph three times, I gave up. Lifting up the sheet invitingly, Ahmed's eyes lit up and he threw back his tawdry blanket. He ran across to my bed and just before leaping in, dropped his galabeya to the floor. Giving up any further attempt to read, I slipped the book under my pillow and turned to face my imp. Aware that yet again he'd got his own way, I turned the light off and cuddled him to me, sighing contentedly. To begin with he was happy enough just to let his hands roam all over my chest and abdomen, his head nestled comfortably on my shoulder. Somewhere down below, I felt his erection pressing against my waist. There was no way I could ignore him. Not that I wanted to anyway. To begin with I was quite prepared to let him do whatever he wanted with me whilst I lay back and enjoyed it. This lasted all of 30 seconds. Turning to face him, I held his head between my hands and kissed him. First on his forehead, then each of his two eyes, then the tip of his nose and lastly on his waiting lips. Ahmed returned the kiss delicately and tenderly at first, but soon turning into a hard, passionate embrace. He was rapidly getting out of control, his body writhing and squirming all over me, his kisses becoming almost painful. It was with some difficulty I pushed him away from me and held him there until his heavy, ragged breathing slowed down and his heart had stopped thumping. Once again a combination of hand signs and words told him that he had to slow down. Grinning sheepishly, he nodded at me and stroked my chest gently, returning to kissing me softly. The desperate urgency now overcome, we fondled each other lovingly, allowing our hands to wander wherever they wanted, taking an infinite delight in each other. I guess that in the past, Ahmed had only messed about with other boys in a quick, fumbling sort of way - either a hurried mutual jerk off or possibly passionless blow job. Certainly it took him some time to accustom himself to the slow and tender approach, which ultimately was a thousand times better than what he was used to. Lazily I felt his smooth silky balls and cock, rubbing the head of it just enough to produce a soft purr and contented sigh from him. I also discovered that, like me, he had supremely sensitive nipples. A gentle rubbing of them making him shiver with pleasure and emit deep moans of immense delight. When I licked and nibbled at them softly, his body went rigid and his arms held my tightly. At first I thought he didn't like it, but when he forced my head down and gasped out 'again, again'. I knew he'd learned something new and very erotic. We learned a lot about each other over the next hour, both discovering things about our bodies that we never knew. In years gone by, I had of course spent many nights sharing my bed with a partner, but these had almost always been somehow unsatisfying for me. Once the hurried wank, BJ, or occasional bum-fuck had been completed, sleep quickly followed. Ahmed I don't think had ever spent a whole night in bed with someone else. He took his turn at sucking on my nipples, finding it a little difficult at first as he couldn't stop giggling. Whilst he was engrossed in playing with my tits, I took the opportunity of sliding a finger into his butt. Once again there was no response, even when I managed to slip a finger in up to the first joint. I had to pull it out before I could experiment any further as he moved his head down my chest, kissing it softly all the way. When he reached my throbbing, and copiously leaking dick, I felt him take it in his hand and point it to his lips. I waited with bated breath, hoping against hope that he would have the courage to take the next step. Delicately he smeared a little pre-cum on his finger and slowly licked it off. Deciding that it didn't taste too bad, he used his tongue to collect some more. I was in heaven and hoped to goodness that he didn't stop. Ahmed was totally absorbed in what he was doing. He inspected my dick minutely, moving it to and fro slightly to get a better look. Eventually, he extended his tongue again and flicked it magically on the glowing head. It was far too much for me to handle - I just couldn't wait any longer. Putting a hand on his head, I urged him down. After only a split seconds delay, he opened his mouth and sucked me in. He just let it lay there for a while, obviously unsure what to do next. At first he used his tongue to feel it, then he began to suck very gently, one hand supporting my balls, the other holding my dick in place. He was now absolutely and totally lost in a world of his own, concentrating intensely. I lay back, eyes closed, letting the incredible emotions wash through me. Under his fingers, I felt my balls tighten up in readiness for what was soon to be the inevitable result of Ahmed's wonderful attention. Reluctantly, I pulled him off my aching cock just in time to prevent my choking him. Fascinated, he watched each spurt of spunk fire out, not flinching in the slightest as they pebble-dashed his face. At long last, he wriggled round and stretched out beside me, his face showing a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. To ease his possible feelings of guilt, I told him how brilliant he was, and how much I'd enjoyed it before kissing him and wiping the sperm off him. Idly, I noticed that Ahmed was fondling his still erect cock. Remembering that he hadn't cum yet, I pushed his hands away and leaned into his groin. Starting at the base, I kissed my way along his shaft, not forgetting to include his balls along the way. After giving it a delightful wet lick, I absorbed his handsome tool into my waiting mouth. There was a gasp from somewhere above me and a whispered torrent of muttered Arabic. Taking this as a sign of approval, I set to work earnestly. Using every trick I knew, I gave Ahmed the best blow job he'd ever had, and certainly the most enjoyable one I'd ever given. His cock was a perfect fit in my mouth, my lips brushing against his groin as he gently pushed against the back of my throat. Gradually I increased the sucking and speed until he was moaning and groaning in ecstasy, his head thrashing from side to side wildly. Feeling his already iron-hard cock stiffen just that little bit more, I sucked for all I was worth as he ejaculated onto my tongue. It was deliciously salty and warm and all the more tasteful by coming from the boy I was rapidly falling in love with. We were both exhausted by now, physically and mentally drained. Glancing at the clock, I realised with a shock that more than two hours had sped by in an instant. Kissing each other one more time, we cuddled up and fell asleep instantly. PART TWO During the mornings, once our bath was completed, Ahmed and I devoted ourselves to the business of the day - he sorting out the flat and me attending to paperwork. Studiously, we avoided each other by and large. Curiously though, he always seemed to finish his work whenever I did. I was presented with a cup of tea and made to watch as he changed out of his jeans and shirt into his Arsenal kit if we were staying indoors, or his galabeya if we were going out. Wisely, he'd decided not to wear the white shorts outside the house. The provocation of his tight package and smooth legs would have induced erections on the entire male population of Tanta if he had. Our day thus divided itself into two parts - work in the am and leisure in the pm. In the mornings, my young Ganymede was serious and workman-like ignoring me as much as possible. The afternoons, however, were our time together. He was a natural exhibitionist, and knew exactly the effect he had on me. Wearing nothing but the football shorts or his underwear, he would drift around the flat tantalising me with teasing glimpses of his groin or tightly encased butt. Occasionally he would dance for me, a little awkwardly, to some tune or other on the radio, but happily and carefree. Using the English magazines I'd bought, we would sometimes sit at the table and teach each other our respective languages. This almost always ended up with us laughing at the miserable attempts to wrap our tongues around the unfamiliar sounds. Whenever this happened, Ahmed would leap up and sit straddled on my knees trying to force my lips into new shapes. Naturally, this would end up with us kissing each other happily and embracing - a situation Ahmed managed to contrive every time. Lazily he would rest his head on my shoulder, slip his hands under my shirt and close his eyes for a few minutes. When the inevitable erection sprung to life, he would stand up, remove his shorts or briefs, together with my shirt. Resuming the position, he would sigh deeply and relax his newly released cock standing proud. Unable to resist the temptation, I would cup my hands round his cock and balls and hold them gently. Thus we would doze contentedly for an hour or so, waking occasionally to have a kiss and cuddle. There was never any sex during these times, we were perfectly content to be together, comfortably at ease and pleased just to enjoy the tranquillity. Bed times were our special times together. Slowly over a period of a couple of weeks, they got earlier and earlier until eventually Ahmed would make it plain that he was ready for bed at half past nine, and that I should follow. Having nothing better to do, I willingly obliged! Once comfortably arranged in bed, we would practice our language skills together, me using my rapidly improving Arabic and Ahmed his English. Thus we ended up in the odd situation with me speaking his language and Ahmed mine, interspersed with giggles and uncontrolled laughter at a forgotten or mispronounced word. He was immensely amused when I tried to convince him that the stripped horse-like animal really was called a Zebra, and that the black and white crossing-places on our roads were called Zebra crossings! Ahmed was also immensely delighted when I taught him the pleasures that a well executed 69 could engender. We'd long since got over the need to bring each other to a quick orgasm and spent a lot of time kissing and embracing, usually ending up head-to-toe, sucking gently on each other. Having learned the signals, we both knew when we were about to cum and thus were able to prolong our love- making well into the early hours more often than not. One thing we both enjoyed was to kneel astride each other and play with our nipples. This also had the advantage that we could gaze into each other's eyes and lose ourselves. It was during one of these sessions that we made our final bond together. Ahmed was sat on my abdomen, gently sucking away on my nipples when he decided to change tactics. Sitting up, he twisted and twirled my teats between his fingers, giving me his most endearing 'I love you' look. My dick was gently resting between his but cheeks, sliding up and down slightly as he rocked to and fro. Almost without thought I pressed my throbbing dick deeper into the crack and moved it back and forth. Ahmed smiled slightly, as much to himself as me, and shifted position to allow me better access. Once I'd found his little rosebud, I pushed my cock against it firmly; not enough to force an entry by any means, but enough to let him know it was there. Almost instantly he let go of my nipples and pulled his butt cheeks apart. Having got so far, I was suddenly unsure as to whether I really wanted to do this. Although I was not as big as most erect cocks, it was still large enough to cause Ahmed some pain, especially as it was his first time. Neither was I sure whether Ahmed was offering me his body for his benefit or mine. Any such doubts I had were soon dispelled when he reached behind him and held my cock as he tried to sit back on it. After several attempts without success we were both seriously frustrated. Not wanting to lose this long-awaited prize, I eased Ahmed onto the bed and slipped into the bathroom for the Vaseline. Laying him on his back, I put a pillow under him and knelt between his legs. Gathering a healthy sized fingerful of jelly, I smoothed it around Ahmed's hole and carefully pushed a finger in as far as it would go. As I worked it around, I watched Ahmed carefully. So far he seemed quite happy and was enjoying the new sensation. Two fingers produced a slight grimace at first, but soon dissipated as he relaxed. Ahmed watched, fascinated, as I used my spare hand to smear my aching cock with the lubricant. Pushing his knees up to his chest and getting him to hold his cheeks apart, I rested my dick against his hole. "Yes?" I whispered. Getting a determined nod of the head in reply, I pushed gently but firmly. This time I entered much more easily, his muscle suddenly relaxing to let me in. I stopped immediately and looked anxiously at Ahmed. His eyes were tightly closed and he was biting his bottom lip. I waited for the initial wave of pain which he undoubtedly felt, disappear before going any further. Once the ache had gone, he opened his eyes and grinned very slightly at me. Encouraged, I forced myself millimetre by millimetre into his tunnel of love, pausing once in a while for him to get used to it. At long last I felt myself in as far as I could go and lay down on top of my Adonis, taking my weight on my arms. Ahmed let his legs drop onto my back and we lay there blissfully for several minutes, both absorbing the long delayed ecstasy of our coupling. Ahmed was running his fingers through my hair, looking up at me. The fact that he was happy was perfectly obvious, the smile that was spread over his face said it all. This was something he needed and desired, the ultimate demonstration of the love we had for each other. Up until now, neither of us had the language skills, or nerve, to risk taking things this far. Fortunately, nature had taken a hand as it often does, and we'd achieved our goal when the right time came. As I slipped in and out, slowly and carefully, I savoured every fantastic moment, unable to remember the last time I'd done this, or even who with. Whoever or whenever it was, there was no way it could have been better than this. Causing as little disturbance as possible, I made myself more comfortable and felt Ahmed clasp his hands on my back and lock his ankles together, pulling me even deeper inside him. Drawing back a little, I thrust back down again, feeling his tight ring muscle slide down my shaft. As I bottomed out, I must have hit Ahmed's magic spot. Instantly Ahmed eyes flashed open, a look of complete astonishment cross his face and his arms and legs clamp me in a vice-like grip. This was accompanied by a low, prolonged growl as he felt his prostate being stimulated. Having found just the right spot, I rubbed against it three or four times, eliciting an ever increasing response from Ahmed. He was now completely out of it. His face was screwed up in a mask of sheer erotic pain and his lissom, sweating body shuddering and shivering in uncontrolled ecstasy. Unable to control myself any longer, with a few urgent strokes, I came deep, deep inside him, my final last desperate thrust releasing a fountain of high pressure cum into him. Even after I was spent, I was reluctant to withdraw my surprisingly still hard cock, but did so to give Ahmed a break. Rolling off, I was only mildly surprised to see he'd cum at some point, the shiny juices glistening over both our bodies. Ahmed stared at me disbelieving ly, shaking his head, bewildered by the intensity and unbelievable feelings he'd experienced. Quite suddenly he started crying. Not sobbing, but allowing tears to flow freely down his cheeks. Slowly he turned over, lay on my chest and kissed me deeply and passionately, our tears mingling together. It took him quite some time to return to his senses, during which he rested his head on my chest and idly rubbed his hand over my stomach. Neither of us spoke - there was nothing we could say. We must have dropped off to sleep for a few minutes as the next thing I knew was that Ahmed was using a wash cloth to wipe away the dried cum and sweat on me. He was already cleaned up, and smelling deliciously of my body talc. Climbing back into bed, he wrapped himself round me once more and snuggled up. Even the erotic attentions of his fingers couldn't rouse my flaccid cock - at least not yet. Ahmed's though was rampant once again and demanding attention. Looking from one to another he laughed, making some sort of comment about my being an old man. This of course led to a rough and tumble, just the thing we needed to release the tension we both felt. We ended up with Ahmed pinning me down to the bed, his hands firmly on my shoulders and his legs locked over mine. My cock had by now decided to wake up and was standing proudly, pointing up at Ahmed's chest. He grinned wickedly at my arousal and leaned in to kiss me. Releasing the pressure on my legs and shoulders, he looked at me with a questioning frown. Slowly he sat back on his haunches and pushed his dick down so it was aimed at my crotch. Still holding my gaze, he lifted first one of my legs and then other so they were up against my chest. It was payback time. I handed him the jar of Vaseline, giving him tacit approval to carry on. Repeating exactly what I'd done before, Ahmed smeared the lubricant over his cock and around my hole. When things were prepared to his satisfaction and his pulsating knob was nudging against my ring, he gave me a last look before leaning forwards with his hips. I'd been butt-fucked a few times in the past and as a result entry was fairly easy for him. It also helped of course that his was somewhat smaller than some of the tools I'd taken before - not a lot though as I felt the whole length of him slide down in one smooth movement. I could feel the fantastic warmth buried deep inside me, relishing the almost forgotten wonder of it. I sighed contentedly and gave Ahmed an encouraging smile. He grinned back at me wickedly before looking down to watch as he experimentally slid in and out very slowly, savouring every moment. His delight in this new experience was evident as he rested his hands on my legs and used his hips to thrust back and forth. The feelings you get when you are the fucker and the fuckee are very different of course, although as far as I was concerned they are both immensely satisfying. Having thoroughly enjoyed Ahmed's beautiful body just a few minutes ago, I was now just as pleased to be on the receiving end. Ahmed too was pleased with himself. It wasn't long before he began to roger me in earnest, his hips bouncing backwards and forwards with increasing speed and force. It was by no means painful - in fact I enjoyed the intense pleasure he gave me as he thrust in and out. The fact that he'd lost control of himself once again and was fucking me like a rabbit only increased my arousal. Despite having cum not too long ago, Ahmed was rapidly approaching another intense climax. There would have been no point in trying to get him to slow down and take his time, he was much too far gone for that - and my arousal was all the better for it. With a last, desperate lunge he forced himself in me one final time and washed my insides with his cum - and I swear I felt every last spurt of it. Ahmed fell off me, laying on his back and breathing deeply, his chest heaving. Beads of sweat were glistening on his forehead and his eyes staring sightlessly into the far distance. Picking up the wash- rag, I lovingly wiped his face and chest. This time he slept. Before long he was breathing gently and soundly, a slight smile still on his face. I gave him a couple of light kisses before dropping off into a blissful sleep myself. *************** >From that day onwards our relationship improved immensely, much to our delight. To begin with, I thought that the excitement of the illicit pleasures we were taking would wear off, at least as far as he was concerned. After all, I reasoned, he is still a young teenager, and such pleasures as we were enjoying would soon pall and he would lose interest as other things began to interest him. This proved not to be the case. As time went by, we got more and more comfortable and at ease with each other. I almost always let Ahmed take the lead, the only rule being that we restricted the more energetic of our practices to the night time. And energetic they were! With the increase in his confidence (and experience) he was much more able to relax and take his time, the only thing I couldn't cope with was his boundless energy and insatiability. On more than one occasion I was awakened in the early hours with a warm, moist mouth clamped around my dick, not so much as to bring me off as to satisfy his own desire. He was more than happy for me to lay back and do nothing except enjoy it. A month sped by, and much to, our shame we'd hardly ever talked about his mother. After he'd moved his few possessions into the flat, I don't think he even went to check on his 'house'. It was with some surprise therefore that we had a message to say that his mother would be coming home in a few days. I think we were both dismayed at this news, I knew I was. Ahmed of course was torn between the pleasure of having his mother back and the coming to an end of our debauched life together. Apparently, this was not to be so, at least if Ahmed had anything to do with it. As usual, he was determined to get his own way and had devised a plan to this end. He tried several times to explain it to me, and although I grasped it in broad outline, the details escaped me completely. For one mad instant I thought of using the couple upstairs to translate for us, but even the most naive of people would soon smell a rat! A day or two before Muniera was due, I was intrigued to see Ahmed's bed and bedding had re- appeared in the flat. This time however, it was carefully rolled up and stored in the kitchen. On the day his mother returned, Ahmed naturally spent a lot of time with her, ensconced in the shack on the roof. Sadly, I'd decided that the fun times were over and had made my mind up that we were now reduced to our shared bath times again. Just after tea, I was more than a little nervous when Muniera and Ahmed appeared together. Thinking that somehow she'd found out about her beloved son and me, I waited for my world to come crashing down. To my surprise, she seemed puzzled and curious as much as anything else. Ahmed was being intense and serious, and very verbal, hardly giving me a glance. The Arabic was far too quick and difficult for me to follow. The only thing I picked up on was Ahmed's pointing to his bedding once in a while and his arms waving about. Eventually it dawned on me that he was trying to persuade his mother that it would be better for all of us if he slept in the kitchen instead of upstairs. I could see his logic in this, but doubted whether his mother could, or would. In our western society, the idea of a young, nubile, boy sleeping in a flat with only a 25-year old for company would raise a few eyebrows, even if he was sleeping in the kitchen! This thought didn't apparently strike Muniera. If it did, she either ignored it, or accepted the situation for what it must be. Her only concern seemed to be that the presence of Ahmed in my home would somehow disturb me. It would, of course, but not, I think, in the way she meant. At this point I explained that I didn't object in the slightest, and daring to go just a little further, added that I even thought it was a good idea. If she agreed of course. To my utter amazement, she did agree, even going so far as to thank me profusely for offering to take care of her son! I still wasn't sure whether she had any idea what was going on between us, but she must be incredibly naive not to have even considered the idea. If she thought that there was anything happening, she obviously accepted it. This society never ceased to amaze me. Anyway, the deal was now done and I had a new resident in my flat. Yet again, Ahmed had triumphed. After many 'thank you's' and 'good wishes', Muniera left. As she went out, I got the distinct impression that she was actually pleased for her son, who, as far as she was concerned, was starting to make his own way in the world. Just as soon as Muniera had left, Ahmed confirmed his new status by rolling his bed up and throwing it in the corner. He also used the heavy bolts to secure the front door of the flat, something we'd never done before. Lastly, he dragged me into the living room and gave me a tremendous hug and kiss before closing the louvred window shutters tightly - again, something we'd never bothered with. He left me sat on the settee, puzzled, as he disappeared into 'our' bedroom with firm instructions that I was to stay put. A few minutes later he returned dressed in his jeans and white shirt, with what can only be described as a wicked leer on his face. Tuning the radio in to a local music station, he began to sway rhythmically to the hypnotic music. He was dancing for me! The deliberate semi-darkness of the room was perfect: he danced and skipped around playfully, sometimes almost invisible in the gloom, at other times lit entrancingly by the slivers of light creeping through the shutters. Slowly, and with supreme eroticness, he unfastened the buttons on his shirt one by one, looking at me out of the corner of his sparkling eyes, exactly as he'd seen the belly dancers do on the television a hundred times before. With an exorbitant flourish, he threw his shirt across the room and beamed at me, his erection clearly stretching out his jeans. It wasn't the end though. Continuing to step gracefully around, he shyly unbuttoned my shirt just as erotically as he'd done his own. When my shirt had joined his, he began work on his trousers. Teasingly he undid the button and slid the zip down, just far enough not to let his goodies be seen. With an admonitory wave of his finger, and a knowing smile, the zip was pulled back up and he danced away. Ahmed was thoroughly enjoying himself, showing me a side that I'd never seen before. He seemed to have a natural ability to entertain, and danced around without a hint of awkwardness or embarrassment, enjoying himself just as much as I. Even the difficulty of removing his trousers whilst still moving around was done gracefully. Now delightfully naked, he seemed to take immense pride in showing his perfect body to me, from every possible angle, his erection leading the way. By now I was incredibly hard and aware of a visibly growing wet spot. Ahmed, giggling, did no more than rub his fingers on it and lick them, using his tongue in the most lascivious way I'd ever seen. Anxious to help him along and at the same time give my aching cock some room to breath, I made to undo my belt and zip. Ahmed slapped my hand away playfully and knelt between my legs. Slowly, oh so very slowly, he did the job for me, not once taking his eyes off mine. Holding me by the wrists, he encouraged me to stand up and step out of my trousers puddled on the floor. Giving himself a last few twirls in the middle of the floor, he at last stepped gazelle-like towards me and fastened his hands loosely behind my neck. Staring deep into my eyes, he stretched up and kissed me, longingly and passionately, his hot body pressed tightly against mine. If he'd done anything else, anything at all, I would have cum. In something of a daze I pushed him away, just far enough for me to take a hood look at him before drawing him back, as much to hide my tears of happiness as anything else. Dreamily we sank to the floor, still embracing and still kissing. Such was the state of our arousal that our hugging and kissing soon became urgent, demanding and lustful. Desperately I pushed Ahmed onto his back and hoisted his legs onto my shoulders, moving my beating dick up towards his hole. Ahmed too was incredibly aroused, his face showing an almost feral lust. I felt his sphincter relax and instantly forced myself fully down in one smooth move. He was more than ready for it, and to stop himself from screaming out loud, forced his first into his mouth. Before I could begin to fuck him, he bucked and writhed under me, desperate for me start. Without giving a thought to any pain or hurt I was giving him, I forced myself in and out hurriedly and almost viciously, oblivious to his moans of ecstasy and his tortured body. When I came, it was painful and debilitating for me, my balls aching with the strain. Utterly exhausted I collapsed, gasping heavily, already regretting the brutal was in which I'd all but raped him. I needn't have worried though. Through a tear-stained and flushed face, his eyes told me how happy he was; a fact confirmed by a lip crushing kiss and tongue wrestle. It was ages before we could summon up enough energy to stand up and when we did we had to hold on to each other for support. After a few minutes, I gently picked my boy up, wrapped his legs round my waist and carried him through to the bedroom. Much later that night I was awakened by Ahmed pushing his cock against my butt. We were laying stretched out, with Ahmed spooned into my back, a position he would find it impossible to enter me from easily. Slowly I turned onto my back for him and reached out for the Vaseline. Unhurriedly, he smeared us both and slid his cock into my waiting body. He fucked me very slowly and gently, stopping to rest once in a while to kiss and toy with my nipples. In, out; in, out; in, out, he moved, keeping almost perfect time with his heart beat, the infinite pleasure he was getting demonstrated by his constant purring. Even when he came, he kept up the slow relentless pace, his sperm injected deep inside me. A leisurely end to a perfectly natural and loving act. Letting his soft cock fall out, he wriggled his way up my body, rested his head on my shoulder, smiled softly, kissed me and went to sleep fully satisfied. It took me a great deal longer. I played the scenes over and over again in my head, trying to convince myself that they weren't the product of a spectacularly vivid dream. Letting my hand fall onto my wet cock, it took just three strokes. Slowly our days organised themselves into a regular pattern. The mornings we spent together, from the time we got out of our shared bed until my lunch-time shower; then he would spend most afternoons with his mother, who thanks to Ahmed, had been able to pick up another morning job to help with the family finances. The evenings and nights times continued very much as before, the only change being that we reserved our more exuberant and physical activities to the bedroom, the danger being that we would sometimes oversleep - three times I missed appointments at work! In fact, a year had flown by: something I hadn't realised until I was asked for my annual report by the company. Leaning back in my chair as I thought about the past 12 months, I closed my eyes and thought about it. Nor surprisingly my mind went straight to Ahmed; the most important thing in my life. He'd grown a lot over the year and was now almost as tall as me. He had also filled out beautifully, and had the beginnings of what was going to be a perfect bush of hair around his pride and joy. That too had grown, being almost as big as mine now, something he was inordinately pleased with of course. He had matured too. Our love making had taken on a much more serious side to it, which we both found better. Able now to control himself a lot easier meant we could take our time over things and derive the maximum amount of pleasure form our love-making. Thankfully though, his maturity lapsed sometimes when we were alone. In the evenings, once the door was bolted, he would often dance for me. It was never as alluring or erotic as the first time - that could never be re-captured, but the wicked leer, amazing erotic strip show always led to a night of complete debauchery when he reverted to the young boy I'd first known. In the privacy of our own little kingdom, we were as happy as two people could ever be. My Arabic had also improved to the extent that we could converse almost normally most of the time, although I did get one or two raised eyebrows on the site when I forgot myself and used an inappropriate word, or displayed a knowledge of the language which went beyond that expected of a simple accountant! My knowledge of Arabic did, however, do me some good. The company offered me a permanent contract and the use of a company car, together with a rise in salary! Ahmed was delighted with the news and we celebrated by having a party, to which we invited both his mother and the people upstairs, as well as a few friends. The bombshell hit me later, after we'd gone to bed. We were both too tired to indulge in very much sex play ands we were gently fondling each other when I asked how his mother was. He replied that she was very happy and pleased for us both. This struck me as being an odd way of putting it and so I asked if she knew that we - and I gave his erection a tug to make my point - were 'messing about' together. "Of course!" he laughed. My mind went blank and my dick deflated instantly. I looked at Ahmed, my fear showing intensely. This produced an annoying giggle from him, and a quick kiss. I felt a little better, but still frightened. Seeing my worried frown and obvious discomfort, he relented and explained things to me. She'd sort of guessed that there was something going on between us when she went away, he told me. And she knew for sure when he came to live with me. I was still feeling very uncomfortable and embarrassed, after all there hadn't been the slightest hint from her. "She's very happy for me. And for you," Ahmed said seriously. "After all, we are two young men and are only doing what young men do. She'd be worried if we weren't doing anything," he laughed. "Otherwise there'd be something wrong with one of us!" I didn't ask any more questions - I'd got enough to think about. In any case, Ahmed was busy trying to resurrect my flaccid cock, determined to prove his point. Which he did - three time that night. It took me a week or so not to blush every time I saw Muniera, and even now I am slightly uncomfortable in her presence, especially when Ahmed is in one of his playful and unpredictable moods. As far as we are concerned though, Ahmed is now a part of me - and me a part of him. I even went as far as buying him a good suit of clothes to celebrate our now sanctioned relationship, and taking him out to the cinema, which he loved. All this happen five year ago, and Ahmed and I are still together. His mother eventually went back to her village and I got a new maid to replace her - a single one! Whatever people may think of our relationship is never mentioned, and neither has it affected us in any way that we know of. People just accept it for what it is and aren't in the slightest bit judgmental. Ahmed is a fine young man now, holding down a job as translator in the same place I work. He is mature, handsome and tremendous company - most of the time! When our front door is closed and locked, he changes and becomes the boy I started to love so long ago. He still enjoys dancing too! The End If you have enjoyed this, why not try some of my other stories posted on this site? Gary and John series Cairo Holiday (Also in 'The Best of Nifty') Gareth's Story Forest House Tom Brown's Schoolboy etc.