Date: Wed, 3 May 2023 19:54:47 +0000 From: James Jenkins Subject: Lusting For Mustapha This standalone story is a work of fiction. It in no way resembles reality or should be considered by any a reflection of Uday Hussein (Philip Arditti) and Mustapha Qusay (Bahram Ehsas) sexualities. If it is not permitted to read homoerotic fiction where you are, stop now. Thank you. The 2008 BBC/HBO docu-drama TV miniseries House of Saddam belongs to screenwriters Alex Holmes and Stephen Butchard. The story is set in Part IV before the US 101st Airborne Division's attack on the Hussein hideout in Mosul. It is based in part on Uday's perverse sexual nature, yet nothing else in the story has any factual basis. Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Questions/comments: JamesJenkins6286@outlook.com Lusting For Mustapha © James Jenkins 2023 Mustapha was the one who made him excited to think about looking in the windows of neighboring homes. The thought of the kid getting turned on spying upon adult strangers in the sanctity of their bedroom was an aphrodisiac to me. The 14-year-old got him higher than a heroin hit! As they traveled to avoid the pursuing American forces, Uday Hussein look forward to seeing what opportunities present themselves for them to peer into windows with open shades. The 39-year-old favored son of Saddam generally didn't look for open windows unless he was with his nephew or sharing the event secretly with him. There was the time they had rooms on the top floor and their balconies overlooked the house across from their Mosul hideout. They had perfect views into the bedroom of two women preparing for a night of entertaining guests. Yet there was nothing alluring, but the anticipation was enough to get their repressed juices full to bursting. Viewing these scenes was decent but sharing them with a sexy woman who also enjoys it is hot! The sex-craved devil always thought of the boy as handsome-a promising ladies' man. Mustapha has fine legs and a nice ass. Until recently, their hugs have been few and far between, and then only brief. Now Uday enjoyed their close, semi-long embraces. Somehow, he relished the feel of his nephew's hot plump body against his own, the boy's nipples pushing into his tanned chest. By now Mustapha allows him to enjoy the pleasure of that youthful body. They feel wonderful! Uday enjoyed the way they feel in his hands as he looked at the teen's innocent face and into those trusting brown eyes; and the tickled smile that comes across his face as the lustful sensualist took delight in their feel. Shit, does he feel the hardon this gives me? The instantaneous swelling of Uday's cock as his twisted mind embraces the boy's purity. Does Mustapha feel my cock harden against his body as we hug, and he felt him up? This searing closeness to the boy pours fuel on the voyeuristic fire they shared unspoken. The ability to share an erotic scene with a roomful of hot women drives Uday wild. Tonight as Uday gazed like a falcon from the top floor of their room into the two lit rooms across the way, he thought of the pleasure of sharing his private harem with his nephew. Mouthing to the kid about what he saw, waiting for Mustapha's reply. Uday didn't see much, and he didn't reply so the frustrated narcissist took a long hot shower, thinking of sharing what he hoped to soon regain again-even if it meant fleeing Iraq. He dried off quickly and hung the white towel up. The room is sweltering, so he didn't bother putting on clothes. Brazenly entering the dark bedroom and approached the window; the shades are open. Audaciously standing naked in front of it. Without the bedroom light on, Uday didn't think anyone could see inside. The windowsill is at my knees, so the egotistical macabre addict was fully exposed. A light turns on in a guest room and he could see a couple enter in a flurry. They both appear in their mid-30s. His cock twitches at the licentious thoughts he had about torturing them and forcing the pair in making love together. They ignored their clothes and left the room, turning out the light. Cursing under his breath as there's nothing to see for now, but he'd have to remember to spy on them later. Seething, Uday walk to the bed, pick up the TV remote and flipped on the TV. He propped the pillows against the headboard. Uday sat on the bed resting against the pile of pillows and began to watch one of the recorded orgy shows he kept close for moments like this. He glanced to the left, out the window but nothing of interest is to be seen in the houses across the street. The bearded formerly flashy demon waited for a response from the boy, "See anything?" Uday immediately half mumbled back what little he saw and asked him a question. Mustapha gulped but didn't respond. He's only half interested in the video. In a huff, he bolted up and walk back to the open window. Nothing has changed, nothing to ignite a sexual flame. Uday returned to the bed and the TV. He nearly flew into a cursing tirade as the video was no longer interesting to him. Hungrily his mind flowed to thinking about his nephew and the erotic dreams all boys have. What would the kid really want to see? Does he enjoy sharing it with his uncle as much as he loves sharing with him? Uday laid naked on the bed, the covers completely off. He's more than a trifle horny. Groaning as he reached and turned on the light by the bed. With the window shades still open, the stunned teen could see his uncle completely naked and exposed if he looked over. Uday looked down at his naked body as if it were the Iraqi David. The feeling of being intimidated by a voyeur made the lout's flaccid cock bulk with sadistic anticipation. If he were in another room absent Qusay's presence, would he enjoy looking in the window and seeing his uncle naked? Although Mustapha let him feel his maturing body, he's never shared mine or even seen a naked lady's yet. Is the kid curious? Is he scared? Would it turn him on? What's holding him back? His cock begins to awaken at the thought of his nephew watching. Begrudgingly, Uday flashed back to the feel of the boy's attractive ass. Snickering as his cock grows harder. With his right hand he firmly squeezed the thickening shaft. Uday ran the index finger toward the head. Hissing as he gently pulled back the foreskin exposing the head completely. Has he ever seen an uncircumcised dick? What would he think of it? Cool? Perverse? Hot? A conflicted Uday privately pondered. With nothing exciting to watch on TV and nothing in the other rooms to do besides play pool with Qusay, Uday think of how hot it would be to have Mustapha watch him from the couch while beating off. Snickering as he slowly stroked his cock from the head, down the shaft to its base, stretching the foreskin fully making the head pull slightly back towards his stomach. Uday continue to slowly, lightly pumped it up and down from the pink ridge to the end of his nuts. Frustratingly his cock begins to swell to its full 7" length. Uday knew from previous encounters it's just ordinary in length (while claiming it's a beast); would the kid be intimidated by its length? The playboy thought back, ten years ago, to the girls he had snatched from local schools in Baghdad. None dared mocked or questioned the length, but quite a few trembled at its girth. Some could barely wrap their hand completely around the shaft. The wide thickness was even more difficult for some to comfortably take into their mouths. As they tried to suck on it and give head, they couldn't keep their mouths open that wide for only so long without gagging. However, they did weep and gasp with fear as his thick cock spread their young, hot chastity wide. As the swollen cock spread their winking eyes wide, it would fully expose their clit and allow full stimulation. Several had multiple orgasms while being spread wide as his Glock pumped into their honey pots. His mind returned to Mustapha. Uday imagined being behind him. He'd wrap his arms around and pulled the kid tight against him. Looking down at his short black hair, feeling it's softness against his own chest. His left arm is wrapped under the teen's nipples, the fingers of his right hand running down the throat, across the nervous boy's upper chest. Basely Uday felt the boy's warmth and the softness of his pristine skin. Despite the shame, he felt his heart pounding as his fingers slip under the teen's tank top. Harshly probing down deeper into the dampened shirt that shields his wonderful body. Slowly, his fingers glide along the sweaty skin and slide beneath the youth's tee. Mustapha's body is soft and full, it's a euphoric feeling. Waywardly, he slid his hand fully inside the virgin's shirt and pinched the left nipple in his hand. It fits perfectly. The reprobate could feel the boy's right nipple as it grows hard against his open palm. Uday's cock grows hard on his nephew's back. He laid on the bed, slowly stroking his impatient cock with his right hand. Warm fingers press the soft skin on the hard underside of the shaft. The softness reminds him of Mustapha's nipples. His cock pulsed at the thought. Uday's left-hand slides down and cupped his balls, pulling them up. Uday angrily wished it were his nephew's hand cupping them. Would he gape at their huge, endowed size? He kept them shaved so they are more easily licked and sucked by a pre-adolescent girl's frightened mouth. They are easier to suck than his cock and it's an added thrill rush to a hand job. Wetting his lips, Uday flashed back to Mustapha. With his right hand rubbing the teen's belly, he loosened the grip of his left arm from under his nephew's stomach. Uday slid his left hand across the boy's stomach to the top of the teen's jeans. The hot-tempered lout glided his hand across the kid's hip, pulling the alarmed youth into his steel-hard cock. His greedy hand slides to the front of Mustapha's jeans. Humming as he could feel the clinking sound of the zipper. The cheeky sod ran his fingers down to the underside of the virgin crotch. Uday pulled the boy up, harder into him. He wonders if the kid's getting hard. Uday's cock strained against his pants. Can he feel it pushing into him, desperate for him to blast off? Uday's hand trailed back up the zipper to the metal button. He hastily plunged his fingers between the fabric and his soft brown skin. They reach the elastic waistband of Mustapha's briefs. Not giving a damn, he slid them under the cotton refuge. Uday reached in lower, the soft skin ending with the silky tangles of the youth's dark pubic bush. How soft, the curls a mark of the boy becoming a man and his hard, undeniable sexual lust. In bed with his dark-brown eyes closed, stroking his cock, dreaming of the pleasures his nephew's blessed body holds, the first drop of precum emerges from the tip. Uday wondered if Mustapha's still watching from the couch "sleeping". With his left fingers he gently squeezed his balls. The thought of the boy jacking off to being pleasured by his own harem draws more precum out. The drops begin to flow down the head of his dick. Pleased, he watched as a small stream leak across the purple head, down the iron-hard shaft to his fingers. As Uday stroked the shaft, he spread the slick precum its full length. It offers a more forbidden sensation. Biting his lower lip, Uday thought of his fingers combing through his nephew's thick, unruly pubic bush. He wants to spear the kid's ass. Would Mustapha's juices feel as slick as my cum? Would his juicy ass feel on my cock as a girl goes down on him? How would our warm juices feel when mixed inside his tight ass? What would he do to experience it? Uday madly stroked his cock, thinking of fucking the boy while he pounded into a cute girl. He imagined sliding in and out of the boy's tight hole, spreading the virgin lips wide open. His cock pulsed harder. Is he still watching? He could feel his shaft fill with cum. Would he love to feel me fill his ass with my cum? United, in mutually powerful orgasms, having a blessed anointing. After fucking the boy's sweet hole to golden orgasm, Uday want to arouse and taint him further. He was envious yet attracted to his nephew's beautiful body and the way he looked as he came. Uday wanted the brave teen even more; to please and teach him how to enjoy life's best joys. Five days before the US invasion, when they viewed a neighbor's home together, they saw a couple fucking wildly in their bedroom. After he appeared to cum, they moved into a 69 position, and he appeared to eat her cum filled well. They spoke about it, yet they never tried it. It's a sin worthy of infidels. Mustapha nervously asked, "Why would a man eat his own cum?" Uday haughtily replied, "I know girls who've swallowed it all the time. Why not enjoy what God gives?" He had a valid point. Secretly Uday would love for this to be a first, for each of them. He would slide down between the boy's strong legs. Mustapha's legs would still be spread wide, fully exposing his seed drenched bush surrounding the boy's virgin passage. He can smell the trickling seed leaking from the boy's dick. Uday thought how that fresh anal hole would be spread open by the canon gun girth. The grinning idiot's mind raced ahead. Here is another perverse rite to indulge with another male. Mustapha's dick and ass smell so sweet and inviting. How would he taste? Should I try? Would he be disgusted? Could he live with the sin? Would the urge pass after he got one off, it's the usual with a whore? Uday moved closer. A trail of white cum is formed at the base of the teen's crack. He's bewitched by the boy's slightly chubby body. He's drawn to his nephew. Uday wanted to corrupt and entice his nephew with successive orgasms. He leaned in closer, to stick out his tongue. Determined and closer Uday drew near, till the tip of his tongue reached their white honey. He'd let the cum flow onto his tongue. It's warm and slightly salty. Fuck, I like it! Uday licked the left of the anal gate, down the boy's warm meaty lips and spread them wider with his tongue. Like a dog, he lapped the white honey from Mustapha's hole, letting more of the salty-sweet cream flow into his mouth. He'd raised the teen's ass so that he can glide his tongue to the bottom of the boy's ass. Uday ate the cum that flowed down and coated the boy's fat ass. Willfully he slid his tongue up to the gasping youth's exposed anus. Feverishly he wanted to suck Mustapha's cream covered prick until he moaned and exploded again. With that thought, his balls tightened as a noose; Uday felt his cock jitter in his hand as cum spurts from his cock. The first lands on his hairy chest. Succeeded by five more, landing on his stomach. Was he really watching? Does it turn him on? Did he realize how excited this act made him? Is his hole tight and warm like a girl? Uday stroked his cock; it pulses as more cum poured from the tip and flows down the shaft, coating his fingers in a hot, sticky slick coat of powerful essence. Uday's face turned to his nephew's contorted one. Was he aware of this? There are lights on in houses across the street. Are there spying bastards watching me? Would they think it's scandalous that he was alone and had to resort to jacking off like an infidel? Those cowardly fuckers wouldn't understand how turned on he was thinking of his nephew's cherry free for the taking. Explosively his cock grows soft as more cum leaks from it. Although softening, it feels wonderful. Will this remain a fantasy or will it play out, in some form for real? Will he have the balls to share this story with Mustapha? If Uday did so, will he understand it? Will the boy feel honored, turned on or totally disgusted and scared shitless? Would he shy away from Uday or continue to share their secret late-night illicit affair?