Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2024 19:44:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ahn Boys 48

We held a family meeting after lunch our first day at sea. Up for
discussion was where to go. Traveling in Europe would mean winter weather,
snow and ice and cold except for along the Mediterranean, which we'd
already sampled. The other option was North Africa which would be warm
verging on hot and encompass a landscape they'd never experienced. The boys
asked my opinion which I was reluctant to give. Opinions were often treated
by others as decisions and I didn't want to wear that mantle. I did have an
opinion but I wanted them to work through it and come to their own
conclusions.

"Well what is there to see on each side of the ocean," Gideon asked,
referring to the Mediterranean Sea that separated the 2 continents. That
was a much easier question so I put it back on the boys.

"Think about what you've learned in social studies regarding history and
geography as well as culture. From there you can decide what interests you
and thus what you want to explore." I was proud of how they reasoned
through the process.

Europe meant more castles and churches which they already had plenty
of. Yes, that was a simplistic view, there was much more to Europe than
those 2 things but it was their process not mine. Also, culturally Europe
was much like their own experiences in life while Africa offered something
quite different. Then too, there was the great pyramids and the sphynx, the
exotic feel of Morocco, the Nile river among other things. That was the
decision that the boys came to. North Africa it was.

Our destination was Cairo and the plan was to sail up the Nile to the
ancient city, the winter being the best time due to higher water levels. It
was only a hop skip and a jump to Giza from there. We could dock in Cairo
and take a local cruise up one of the longest rivers on the planet to visit
Luxor. About the time we were passing Alexandria I got a telegraph that our
Florida attorney Augustus Legion had passed from a stroke. The message came
through the attorney that Augustus had determined to be the best choice to
replace the old guy. I had yet to meet him but AJ's family had run a check
on Elijah Jackson and found him to be trustworthy, highly intelligent and
on par with Augustus's knack for sniffing out profitable ventures in
Florida. In fact, Augustus had trained the man and he was one of us so I
suspected that Augustus had done more than train him. As part of the
message I learned that Augustus had named me as the sole beneficiary in his
will which added another 110 million dollars and other considerations to my
growing bank account although he did leave his mansion and vehicles to
Mr. Jackson.

The boys were saddened by the loss but Gideon really took it to heart. He'd
adored Augustus in the little time he'd known the old guy and it took the
young blackbird a good 3 days to come out of his grief.

Like every other place we'd been, the Sea Spirit garnered a great deal of
attention as we motored up the Nile and then docked at Cairo. One of the
things that Levi Nussbaum had provided me with was a long list of contacts
in the major cities of Europe, North Africa and the middle east. Said
contacts included wealthy men with similar sexual interests but who could
also recommend or even provide reputable people to act as guides as well as
security. His list also included the best hotels, who their managers were
as well as places to avoid. Our friendship would blossom through the
decades and we both would profit heavily from it.

Levi had reached out to many of the people on his list to provide an
introduction for us and many of them would keep an eye out for the stunning
sailing yacht then contact us to save us the trouble and also to save us
from having to track them down and ask for any support we might need. In
return we would provide these gentlemen with all of our contact information
as well as offering our services at such time they found themselves in the
United States.

So it was that transportation was made available to transport us to the
Shepheard's Hotel in Cairo, one of the top 4 hotels in the world for
opulence, service, and the like. That made it a favorite haunt of the rich
and famous from all over the globe. Entering the venerable old hotel even
the boys were amazed.

Our carriages were met by a pair of very tall men decked out in black
trousers, a knee length dark jacket over a white shirt and atop their heads
were white pith helmets. "Welcome to Cairo effendi," the men said as they
bowed slightly after opening the carriage doors. A pair of teenage boys
hurried forward to carry our bags while another man in a white gallabiyah
escorted us up a flight of steps, across a terrace and up a 2nd flight of
steps and into the grand hotel.

"Damn, it's almost like the churches we visited," Matty exclaimed. He was
referring of course to the fact that everything was big. The lobby and
restaurant sported 3 story ceilings. There were giant granite columns
everywhere along with oversized statuary. Egyptian style art was in
evidence no matter where one looked. Archways were a partial gothic style
but the bottoms were arched inward almost like the spade on a deck of
cards. Everywhere people were very sharply dressed as were we. One didn't
enter Shepheard's in casual clothing at the risk of being thrown out. Of
course seeing a troupe of young boys coming in caught their attention. One
didn't see a great many children at Shepheard's and certainly not a large
group of them.

"Ahh yes Mr. Broussard and company, a pleasure to assist you sir. And may I
say sir, your ship is most beautiful." I was quite surprised at that and a
glance at AJ confirmed that he was as well since it was impossible to see
the Spirit from anywhere in the hotel. I thanked him, and as we started
toward the lift another gentleman approached. Tall, slender, blonde hair
and quite handsome.

"Mr. Broussard, Sir Heinrich Lossi," he said with a Germanic accent as he
stood at rigid attention. "I must say sir your sailing ship is a truly
magnificent lady. I saw her arrive in Rome. I understand you are an
associate of Levi Nussbaum." I nodded my head. "Perhaps we could meet in
the American Bar after you've settled in." The Long Bar was perhaps the
best known in Cairo. Possibly the whole of Egypt.

"It would be my pleasure sir," I responded, resisting the urge to click my
heels. "Say, 30 minutes?" He said that would be fine. "My attorney and
business partner will be with me; I assume that's not a problem."

"Mr. Simmonds I presume. Of course."

"Until then sir," I said and moved off. AJ's right eyebrow was raised but
didn't say a word. He didn't need to. A pair of boys about Willie's and
Jamon's age took us to our rooms. They were dark skinned, quite cute, and
decked out in white Balloon pants with a deep red tunic style shirt, a
tasseled Fez on their heads and delicate looking golden sandals on their
feet. We had a pair of side by side connected suites and 3 other large
rooms directly across the hall. To say that the suites were sumptuous was
an understatement.

Just inside the entry an antique table held a magnificent bouquet of
flowers. Each suite was the size of a small 3 bedroom house but with 12
foot ceilings. Plush carpets and equally plush furniture abounded, the
woodwork clearly antique. They both had side by side living areas and a
dining area with a table that seated 10. It held an ice bucket with 2
bottles of champagne and large plates of chocolate covered
strawberries. The bedrooms were huge with plenty of room for a sitting
area, and the bathrooms, 2½ per suite were luxurious. Each suite had a
balcony in the living area and off the bedrooms.

The usual protocol was in place. Gregory had the second suite while AJ had
the second bedroom in mine and the boys were free to bunk wherever they
wanted. Their rooms all had a pair of queen sized beds so there was no lack
of room. Gregory brought the 2 bottles of champagne from his suite so we
popped the corks, poured glasses for all of us including the boys, sipped
the bubbly and nibbled the berries, which were delicious.

"So," AJ said, "how in the world do these people know about the Spirit?" I
voiced the same question and none of us came up with answers. When the time
came AJ and I headed downstairs to meet our new friend and found him
holding court at a corner table with 3 other men of the same caliber: very
well dressed, handsome and identifiable wealthy. One of the men was a black
man, equally slender and equally handsome. Introductions were made all
around as we sat.

The first topic was the Spirit. All of the men had seen her and extolled
her beauty so I extended an invitation to go aboard for a tour. "Are you
planning on sailing the African coast Mr. Broussard," the black man,
Mr. Solomon Eck asked. I explained that our trip was partially unplanned so
didn't have any definitive answer.

"I only ask sir because quite a bit of raiding takes place further down
either coast and, to be honest, your ship is a very tempting prize." I
smiled and agreed with him.

"I don't want to give up too much information gentlemen but let me say
that, while the Spirit is a very beautiful lady she is also a lady with
very sharp teeth and claws. Every person aboard the ship including myself
and the boys are crack shots with most firearms, can use numerous
powderless weapons and have extensive hand to hand combat training in the
event of boarders. I realize that isn't the be all end all answer but it
has served well so far." They were all astute enough not to press any
further.

We talked business and pleasure before 2 of the men had other business to
attend do and left leaving Lossi, Eck, AJ and me to continue chatting.

"What are you immediate plans Lucian," Heinrich asked, "by that I mean the
next 4-7 days? I assume you'll want to do some sightseeing, yes?" I gave
the men a quick rundown regarding the usual sites as well as possible
traveling up the Nile to Luxor.

"I'd like to offer you the services of my motor yacht," Solomon Eck said,
"along with the best guide in Cairo. Kamal knows everybody and his right
hand men. Aken and Ali are twins and are very formidable bodyguards. I can
attest to their loyalty and their fierceness." I thanked him and accepted
the offer.

"The Horus will be transporting a few of my boys from Luxor who are
visiting with family there. They will be at your disposal for the trip
back. Perhaps when you return you would honor me by staying at my estate,"
Heinrich Lossi said. "If you're open to it I'll provide some, ahem,
entertainment." A glance at AJ got me a head nod. Again, I thanked the man
and accepted. More chit chat ensued and eventually ended with Eck stating
that carriages would carry us to the pyramids and other Cairo sights then
transport us to the Horus the following morning. After a few more
pleasantries we parted ways.

"I'm guessing entertainment means boys," I said to AJ.

"Indeed, I'd be surprised if it didn't," he replied.

Dinner in the hotel restaurant that evening created a bit of a stir. Again,
guests weren't used to seeing a group of teenaged boys. Still, there were
no problems, the staff was very accommodating and the food was excellent.

"Lucian Broussard," a voice said beside me and I looked to see a familiar
face, another wealthy business man I'd done business with in Philly. He
simply wanted to say hello and perhaps when I got back to the states I'd
look him up, which I agreed to do. Before leaving the restaurant I gave
everybody an update on the general plan. When I told them of the invitation
to stay at Heinrich's estate Matty whispered,

"Will it be a sex party?" My youngest and most vocal boy had finally
learned some decorum, at least in public. I said that I didn't know for
sure but since Heinrich was a close friend of Levi's... and let the
sentence trail off.

"That would be a yes," Willie tossed out. Head nods from the other's told
me their thoughts. On the way up to our rooms Cody quietly asked to share
my bed. Naturally I didn't object. In our suite I poured more champagne for
the 4 of us, AJ and Willie joining us for a drink and chat. The love
between those two had not diminished in the least however both were more
willing to engage with other family members and hot sequester themselves.

Later in our room I took the time to kiss him up then gently undress the
boy and in the process once again admired his growth since joining our
family. The blonde hottie was closing in on 15 years old, had gained some
height, touching 5'7 and some weight and of course his boy stuff had grown
exponentially. He was a nicely thickened 6½ inches, his pubic hair had
grown in and gotten a shade darker and even with all that his ass was still
perfect as well as perfectly edible and fuckable, and I did both.

Cody had become a very passionate lover, like all of the boys. And like all
of the boys he continued to revel in the close contact, the loving and
caring contact. He had come out of his shell as well and that meant in
general as well as in bed. Where he had been mostly quiet and passive he'd
become more assertive and quite vocal.

After I got him down to his underpants I gently pressed my face against his
crotch coming into immediate contact with his rock hard cock. I breathed in
his boy fragrance through the fabric before moving my head so that I could
mouth his erection. I worked my way to the tip then held it in my mouth and
blew my warm breath over it causing the boy to shiver with pleasure. I
moved south and engaged with his balls in the same manner, pressing my
mouth against the mass and exhaling forcefully.

I chose to use my hands to get his cock out through the fly of his boxers
then proceeded to suck it while fondling his balls with my hand up through
the leg hole. They had grown some too.

"Oh fuck Lucian I can't believe how hot you get me," Cody moaned, his hands
gently resting against my head. I held his cock upright with his foreskin
fully retracted and focused on his frenulum, licking at the small area just
under inverted V of the head of his cock.

I stopped, got his dick back through the hole then tugged his underwear
down and went back at it, this time sticking my face in alongside his balls
and got a good healthy whiff of boy. I went back to sucking Cody's cock and
fondling his balls while I suckled.

"You're gonna make me cum Lucian," he groaned so I picked up speed and used
my free hand to stroked while my mouth and other hand worked their
magic. Another minute into it he repeated his statement about cumming.

"I want your cum in my mouth sweet boy," I said then went back too
it. Honestly, I hadn't had a mouthful of Cody cum for quite some time and
wanted to remedy that situation. Cody knew that was I was going for so did
what he could to make it happen and then it did. At half way through his
14th year the boy was making full adult loads of gooey boy goodness so when
he did cum he filled my mouth with the sticky elixir and I did my best to
swallow every drop, sending those millions of sperms to their death. All
the while Cody was moaning and groaning liked a whipped puppy.

When he was done spewing I stood and pulled him into my arms for some deep
throated kissing. I clutched his tight little butt as we swapped spit and
tongues, his stone hard cock pressed against the front of my pants. Cody
finally broke it and got me undressed then proceeded to suckle my cock. The
boy had gotten a lot more experienced at oral cock worship and could take
half of me into his mouth and throat. Like I had done he fondled my heavy
rack `o nuts while he worked.

When he finally stopped he kissed me hard and led me to the bathroom for a
quick cleaning. I thought that a stellar idea since I wanted to spend time
at the temple of Priapus and I was sure that he wanted to do the same to
me. We didn't spend any excess time in there but simply did a cursory
washing of the groins then got out. Undoubtedly we'd be back in there
before the lights went out.

We went to the bed to cuddle and make out, taking a meandering trip up the
trail of hotness. We traded blow jobs in a variety of positions. One that
was sort of fun had Cody on his side in a fetal type of position with his
raging cock and sagging balls hanging out behind his legs. The beauty of
that position was that it offered a trifecta of targets, all lined up in a
row. Of course the perineum made it 4 targets but regardless, I could go
from cock head to asshole almost with a single slurp of the tongue. And I
did, sort of. Seeing a boy in that position was highly stimulating, much as
a female was to straight or bi-sexual men. With Cody it was a little more
special because his balls hung like fruit from a tree.

I worked up and down the line but ended up spending more time as hit
asshole. Like the rest of the older boys as well as the adults, Cody kept
the area shaved and smooth. Thank god for safety razors. I couldn't imagine
doing the area with a straight razor. I worshipped his hole with a
vengeance, all but forcing the tip of my tongue through the outer muscle. I
worked him over for a good 5 minutes before he begged me to stop.

"God Lucian you'll make me cum again. I need to work on you too so I can
cool down a bit." I doubted he'd cool down very much but I got the point. I
lay on my back and let the boy have his way with me, which he did. Cody had
gotten a lot more experience in the 10 or months since we'd taken him
in. It wouldn't do but what he wanted to change positions so he could rim
me so we opted for a top down 69. I could get back to actually sucking his
cock from that position.

We were in that position for less than 4 minutes before Cody declared he
needed to get fucked. "I was kind of hoping you might plant your gorgeous
cock in my ass sweet boy."

"I'm okay with that too Lucian," he declared, "I just want to fuck." Our
goal were sympatico on that topic. I lubed up my ass and his cock, kissed
on the boy hard and heavy for a minute or so then got on my hands and
knees. I liked that position because it gave me some leeway for my own
movement.

Cody prodded my hole a little bit and while I didn't really need it, he did
so I just went along with it. He finally did enter me without a lot of
fanfare and in less than half a minute, hands on my hips, the boy had a
nice steady rhythm going.

Cody's cock size was about as perfect as it gets. Some length and some
girth neither of which was ever uncomfortable whereas cocks like Jamon, AJ
and even Jesse required a little adjusting to. Not Cody. His cock size went
right on in and got right to work doing its primary rigid job. I began to
rock slightly, moving counter to Cody's motions which got me a little extra
depth when he plunged back inside of me. We rode that train for a good 10
minutes before I elected to move. I had Cody pull out so I could roll onto
my back and have him fuck me in the good old fashioned way.

Cody slid back in pretty as you please, planted his arms under my legs than
palms flat on the bed and proceeded to take me to the promised land and
what a journey it was. The kid fucked the shit out of me to a point where
he actually had sweat running down his cheeks. He fucked me good and hard;
he fucked me slow with powerful thrusts; he rabbit fucked me. He had me
moaning, groaning, grunting, and crying out for more. When we finally did
cum we both saw stars and cried out loudly. It had been one of the best
fucks I'd had in a quite some time.

In the shower, as predicted, Cody said that it had been one of the best
fucks he'd had in a while as well and thanked me profusely for being such a
terrific lover. That said we fell asleep all snuggled up.

The next morning we met our guide Kamal and his two assistants, twins Aken
and Ali. Kamal was a rather diminutive man while the twins looked like they
were made of dark marble. They had to be at least 6'10" tall and I would
have been surprised if either of them weighed less than 350 pounds.

Their bodies bulged with muscle from their necks to their ankles. Their
skin was, as I said, dark and their heads were shaved smooth as billiard
balls, or bowling balls as the case may be, and were heavily tattooed with
hieroglyphics and Egyptian designs. As an aside, bowling had been present
in Egypt as far back as 3000bc although it wasn't quite the same as the
current form of bowling which came to be around 1900.

The two men didn't speak often but when they did their voices were a very
deep bass as though coming out of a giant oil drum. They turned out to be
gentle giants with the boys who were completely taken by them and by all
accounts Aken and Ali were just as taken with the boys. We would witness
their brute strength before the trip was over and believe you me, gentle
they were not.

We spent the day looking at the pyramids among other ancient sites. Part of
that experience was on the backs of Camels which the boys all thought was a
hoot.  It made me think about getting some horses when we finally settled
down somewhere. In any case the day was a success. While we were out an
agent of Frederick's picked up our belongings at the hotel and transported
them to the Horus so when the day was done that is where Kamal transported
us. The Horus which was almost a large as the Spirit but was strictly a
steam powered motor yacht and not a sail boat. It was also as sumptuous as
the Spirit, possibly even more so, but then the Horus was only 2 years old.

The captain welcomed us warmly as did the crew and after were shown t our
cabins we were taken on a tour of the yacht. "Your Sailing yacht is a most
beautiful ship," the captain told us. "We have taken the Horus across the
Mediterranean many times and even traveled to England but I imagine being
out on the open ocean under sail would be exhilarating." My response was,

"Indeed it is sir, indeed it is." Because he knew we had experience on
large ships he didn't explain all of the small details of the Horus but
only what we needed to know including the meal times which were piped by
the bosun's mate then the announcement was made over the 1MC, the ships
internal communication system.

The food aboard the Horus was plentiful and amazing. The king of the galley
was a professional chef and a highly talented one at that. We dined on
cuisine from all over Europe and not once were we disappointed. As we
traveled Kamal was at our sides pointing out various and sundry things
along the river banks and when he wasn't we basked in the sun or even the
shade. We were informed early on that nudity was accepted out on the decks
for sunbathing. Inside the ship at the very least underwear was to be
worn. The intent was clear. Nobody wanted a bunch of possibly less than
fully clean buttholes being dragged across the expensive furniture.

Our 3 days around Luxor were highly educational as well as fun. Again, we
got to experience Camel riding. We visited the Valley of the Kings, The
Temple at Karnak, Luxor Temple and various other temples, The Colossal of
Memnon, Avenue of the Sphinx's and more. The one thing we all took away
from it was vastness of the sites and the fact that everything was
huge. Statues that stood 3 and 4 stories high seemed to be the norm.

All in all the general consensus was that it had been one of the more fun
sightseeing adventures that we had embarked on.

The night before we headed back to Cairo Willie cornered me and asked for a
family meeting. We tried to have such meetings at least every couple weeks
but the fact was that we all interacted with each other on a regular
basis. None of the boys were shy about sharing their thoughts, feeling,
dreams, and problems so if he was asking for a meeting then something was
in the air that neither I nor AJ had caught wind of it.

We met in the main lounge area and Willie took the lead. "We boys been
talking together for a week or more now Lucian and well, we're all grateful
for experiences and this amazing trip but we're ready to go home. It seems
like we've been on the go for a year now and we kind just want to settle
down in one place for a while."

Interestingly enough I'd been having similar thoughts but hadn't said
anything even to AJ which was very unusual for me. I talked with my best
friend about everything. I was feeling like I needed to be more involved in
our businesses, I felt we needed to do a great deal of organizing so that
if I wanted to take off on another cruise of longer duration I needed to be
sure that the organization could continue without me. That said, I felt
that our teams were doing a good job and maybe I didn't need to put a great
deal more energy into it but that didn't feel right to me. We were growing
fast and beside me and AJ no one really knew the full extent of our
businesses. The west coast didn't know much of what was going on at the
eastern end of the country and vice versa. For the most part Jay McNeerny
didn't know much at all about what either side was doing nor did they know
much about his situations. Of course they had some knowledge but I felt we
need to expand our team to include people with more intimate knowledge of
all phases of our businesses. Maybe simply having meetings of the top
people at least monthly would do the trick. I just didn't know.

I had also been giving a great deal of thought to the boys going to private
school. Likely it would be the older boys because I was thinking of
Phillips Exeter in New Hampshire who only took boys in grades 9-12. I had
spent a year teaching there during my college years but even without that
experience I'd want them at Exeter. It was, hands down, the best boys prep
school in the United States. My reasoning was socialization plus
socialization with the upper crust of not just the US but plenty of other
countries and nationalities. Relationships in prep school often lasted a
life time and had the potential to be quite profitable in many ways.

"Thank you for bringing that to my attention Willie, and the rest of you,"
I said giving eye contact to all of the boys. "You've all given it some
thought so tell me please what that means, roughly speaking." The general
consensus was that they didn't particularly want to live in
Philadelphia. They would prefer something warmer like Palm Beach or
LA. They were even thinking about getting into regular school.

"Not that we don't like having you teach us Lucian because we do and we're
probably getting a better education but being around other kids our own age
has benefits too," Willie explained. I couldn't help but grin. Clearly my
methods of teaching along with AJ's influence in that arena were paying
off. Most of my boys could articulate better than 95% of boys their
age. Their command of language, their critical thinking as well as logical
thinking skills among other things also placed them at the top of the heap
compared to other children.

"Well for what it's worth Willie I've been having some of the same
thoughts. While I'm not overly tired of traveling I've been thinking that
there are things that need to be done in our organization and I'm the one,
along with AJ and Gregory, to make that happen.

"I too think it's time for you boys to spread your wings so to speak, to
expand your horizons in different directions. I suspect however that how we
each view that might be different."

"What do you mean Lucian," Jamon asked.

"My view is that you attend a top rated private school. That means either
you boys attend boarding school or I buy a home close to a school so you
would be home at nights or at least on weekends. The catch with that is
that there are no top boarding schools in either Florida or California at
this time."

"Then where would we go," Willie asked. I looked at AJ who didn't hesitate.

"Phillips Exeter which is in New Hampshire which, as you older boys know,
is closer to where Jesse's home Maplewood Run is. It is without a doubt the
best private boys school in the country. It's where I went to school."

I knew that, and I knew that it would be AJ's first choice, even though
we'd never discussed it. I went on to explain to the boys the reasons for
Exeter, particularly as it related to their future. The boys asked what
about the Sea Spirit. They didn't want it to go the same way that our train
had. They didn't particularly miss the train but they would miss the
Spirit.

"Boys, I don't have all of the answers, in fact I don't have many at all
but I know that together we can find the answers." They all clapped and
insisted on a group hug, which we did.

After we went our separate ways AJ asked me how long I'd been cogitating on
the topic then congratulated me on how it had gone. He then added, "I've
been getting a hankering to settle down as well Lucian, even if it turned
out to only be for a short while. Among other things neither Willie nor I
have sat in an aero plane for months." That said I fired off a telegram to
Jeremiah to begin looking for a home and property within an hour of Exeter,
preferably property close to water to moor the Spirit and preferably on
some acreage. AJ did the same with his grandfather. I also contacted Skip
and let him know that I wanted to sail as soon as we got back to Cairo in 3
days' time. I asked the Horus captain to notify Heinrich of our change of
plans and apologized if it interfered with other plans he'd made. A return
telegraph relayed his understanding of our situation and hoped he'd have a
chance to say goodbye.

I'd debated on how to make the trip. I'd considered stopping in Morocco to
resupply then heading across the Atlantic from there. On the other hand I
felt obligated to stop and say goodbye to my grandmother since it was
unlikely that I'd ever see her again. Needless to say that took
precedence. We would resupply in London. It would add almost 2 weeks to the
trip but it was necessary. I fired off a telegraph letting Agatha know what
the plan was.

The following morning 4 boys came aboard and Kamal introduced us. They
appeared to range from 12- 14 years old but that was only a guess. All were
cute brown skinned black haired lads of which 3 had shorter haircuts and
the 4th sported long ringlets of hair. His name was Zayn. The other's from
oldest to youngest were Fataro who was 14; Jabari 13; Ra 13; and Kili who
was 11. They were all cute boys, Fataro headed toward handsome versus
cute. Still,

 Zayn was the cutest of the batch in my opinion. Maybe it was the long
curly hair. Maybe it was the mischievous smile and complete
confidence. Dunno. Didn't care. He stood no more than 5 feet tall and if he
weighed 90 pounds I'd have been surprised, his hair curling past his
shoulder blades. Even in the loose white cotton pantaloons it looked like
he had a cute young boy butt.

"My lord requested that I offer to keep you company Mr. Lucian," Zayn said
in clear but accented English, "Unless of course you would prefer one of
the other boys, or all of them." Well then, no illusions as to our new
arrivals purpose.

"I would be honored to have you keep me company Zayn but please, just call
me Lucian." The bosun piped our departure, lines were cast off and we
headed back down the mighty Nile. The boys all interacted with each other
seeming to get along just fine, as boys often do. Zayn spent much of his
time alongside me; bringing drinks, fanning me or rubbing my shoulders and
neck or just...being. He seemed to be a very pleasant and equally happy
boy, was interested in America and hoped to go there someday. I told him
that if he did he'd better look me up and he promised that he would. He
said that he knew Mr. Eck or Mr. Lossi would know how to find me.

When it came time for bed Zayn asked if he could run me a hot bath. I
didn't get baths all that often because showers were more convenient but
that didn't mean I didn't appreciate them so I agreed. The tub in the
owners suite was quite large, easily large enough for 2 adults and one end
had a ledge to sit on. The water spout was the head of Anubis and the
faucets scarab beetles, all of it done in gold. Actual gold, not plate.

Zayn stripped to a royal blue gossamer loincloth that didn't do much to
hide his boyhood charms which created a tasty looking bulge in the
fabric. He started the water then pulled out a 6 incher tall alabaster
bottle and poured a few drops of oil into the water, its fragrance
immediately filled the room. I asked to see the bottle because it was so
delicate and so exquisitely done. Aside from the intricate etched designs
it had figurines in bas relief around it's face. When I commented on its
beauty Zayn told me that it was 1800 years old. I handed it back very
carefully.

The boy undressed me and in doing so extolled my beautiful Apep, referring
to the ancient Egyptian snake god. I settled into the steaming hot water
and immediately felt my muscles relax as my body relaxed against the face
of the seat. I felt rather than saw Zayn take the seat behind me. Using a
pitcher he poured water over my tilted back head and proceeded to shampoo
my hair. The boy massaged my head in the process with very strong
fingers. After rinsing he had me stay in place them began massaging around
my eyes, then my forehead and the rest of the face all of which were done
in upward motions. He did the same for my neck then down onto my chest. He
had me lean forward and did my shoulder and again, my neck. The oil he was
using had an overwhelmingly relaxing fragrance to it as well as just a hint
of warmth. I could easily have fallen asleep.

"If you will stand Lucian I will bathe you." I stood and the boy went about
his task. He didn't talk, didn't linger, didn't attempt any fondling that
would have made it a sexual activity. He just did his job but did it
thoroughly and tenderly. He then had me sit back down then used a solid
gold ewer engraved with serpents which included the handle.

"I must bathe as well Lucian," Zayn said then unwrapped his loin cloth and
draped the cloth across a chair and stepped into the tub facing me. The
brown skinned cutie was well endowed for his size and age. Like many Arab
boys he was clipped, his cock hanging an easy 6 inches and the plump balls
behind it fully descended. He had the smallest amount of pitch black hairs
at the base of his boyhood pride and joy and not a one of them an inch long
and zero curl. He went about his cleaning process and again, no lingering
or fondling, just cleaning.

"Do I please you Lucian," he finally asked as he reached behind himself to
clean his asshole.

"Very much Zayn. You are a delicious boy."

"Does than mean you will love on me?"

"Absolutely, if you'll have me." He reflected a moment, a shy grin on his
face.

"Even if Mr. Lossi hadn't tasked me with the job I would want to be with
you Lucian." Now that was a totally unexpected comment, about the job I
mean. "You are a very desirable man Lucian. What boy would not want to be
with you." I thanked the boy and added what man wouldn't want to be with
him, even straight men although in that world a man being with a boy wasn't
uncommon, nor was it considered gay, per se.

We finally got out and Zayn dried us off and, like the bathing, did it
without playing. He then took me by the hand and led me to the oversized
bed. "If you will permit me Lucian, you relax and let me do the work." I
agreed readily. After my experience with the Thai twins I was more than
happy to just lay there and take it, as it were.

Zayn straddled my waist then leaned forward. The boy gently kissed various
places on my face but spent more time on my lips. He nudged my head out of
the way and worked on my ear and my neck which always causes my body to
break out in goose bumps. He kissed his down my body and suckled at a
nipple while his other hand gently rubbed the spare nipple back and
forth. Bye that time his groin was against mine and his tender little ass
was moving ever so gently causing light frottage. He had to take a moment
to raise his body to let my hardening cock rest against my belly then let
his body rest against me reveling his own raging hard young flesh. That, in
turn, allowed him to engage in full frottage while continuing to suckle a
nipple.

He finally left, continuing his journey south until my fully hardened
cock. "Such a beautiful weapon Lucian," he cooed as he took hold of me and
stroked me. He lowered his upper body to take me into his mouth then did a
very credible job of playing sword swallower. I could see his raging hard
cock sticking up between his legs and declared it a very respectable qadib,
the Arabic word for cock, close to 6 chubby inches, smaller than Cody but
certainly as delicious. He moved some more and began licking my balls, the
sac shaved smooth for years.

After a moment Zayn encouraged me to roll onto my side, much as Cody had
done a few days prior, then proceeded to peel me open and rim my
asshole. The boy went after it with a vengeance. Moaning and groaning and
panting as he thoroughly washed the entire area including the underside of
my balls. He even prodded my hole with his finger before finally stopping.

"I need to be fucked Lucian. I need your big beautiful cock in my asshole."
The said, I'd rolled onto my back and Zayn crawled back up of my body to
get to the ornate head board. The move put his cock right in my face so I
felt it my duty to put it right in my mouth, and I did. I clutched his
small butt and kneaded the flesh. Zayn offered to stay in place to allow me
suckage but also moved his hips slightly to help facilitate the action. I
finally let go and he backed off a little bit then went about pouring a
small bit of oil from a beautiful cut glass container and smeared his boy
pussy before turning enough to get to my cock and smeared it as
well. Again, it also had a slight warming effect which seemed to increase
the firmness.

Zayn then reached behind and took hold while getting his body into the
desired position after which he prodded himself a little bit before
stopping on target and pushing his young body backwards and downwards. His
eyes were closed, his breathing coming quicker and when my cock went
through the portal he gasped at the intrusion but he didn't stop. He kept
lowering his body until he was seated on my lap, his balls resting on my
pelvis.

"Never have I had suck a large cock inside of me Lucian. It is amazing." He
leaned forward to plant his mouth against mine and began moving his ass
around while we kissed.  He eventually moved into a more upright position
and began to fuck me.  I won't go into a great deal of description because
it was a pretty straight forward fuck for a good 10 minutes during which
Zayn got me close to cumming a few times. He finally asked to be put on his
back.

"So I can get fucked good and proper like a boy is s'pose to be fucked."
Staying inside of him we went through the usual gymnastics and once in
position with his knees almost alongside his ears I fucked the living shit
out of the delicious boy. We lasted another 6-8 minutes before a crashing
orgasm caused us both to see stars. After disengaging I saw the evidence on
Zayn's belly, the mostly clear liquid already drying. Of course he pledged
his undying love for me and begged me to take him with us. It was all show
on his part although I firmly believed that had I beckoned, hither he would
have come.

I fucked him again that night and over the next few day fucked Jabari and
Kili, the former also very nicely hung for a 13 year old and Kili still
very much a young boy with a young boys' cock. Both were also very talented
lovers.

We docked in Cairo a few days later and as we were disembarking Zayn
presented me with a large box, easily 18 inches long by 12 inches wide. "A
gift from Mr. Solomon Lucian. He asks that you not open it until you are
far out on the Mediterranean." The boy kissed me hard on the mouth and said
he hoped and prayed that he'd see me in the future. I reiterated my offer
to help him out if he found his way to America.

Twenty four hours after leaving Cairo I was sitting with AJ in the main
lounge and opened the gift wrapped box that Zayn had given me. The wrapping
removed revealed a large intricately carved wooden box of African
Blackwood, the most expensive wood on the entire planet. I small piece of
paper indicated an almost hidden spot that, when pressed released the
locking mechanism for the top which I then opened and almost fainted.

Inside was the ancient alabaster bottle of oil that Zayn had used in the
bath. Alongside it was the intricate glass bottle, both set in protective
foam.

"Jesus Christ," AJ exclaimed when I told him the age of the alabaster
bottle to which he suggested the glass bottle wasn't much younger, if not
older. It was a priceless gift what I would cherish the rest of my days.

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