Date: Thu, 3 Sep 2015 05:09:11 -0700
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Emerson and the Lion

Right outside the room I shared with my roommate of six days there was a
green tinted glass door that led to a little landing and six flights of
white, marble stairs down to the palm covered courtyard in front of our
dorm building. No one went out there except at night when they were doing
something they didn't want anyone to see. I usually had it to myself to
look out over the Arabian city that looks like a puzzle of gleaming, white
towers sandwiched between the desert mountains and the blue water of the
gulf of Satra. I was far from Los Angeles, the only city I'd ever known.
This was a kingdom rich with oil money and I hadn't seen anything up close
past the walls of the school.

I shared a tiny room with two single beds and two cabinets for clothes. My
roommate, Adam, was also American and also on full scholarship, but he was
an unfortunate looking overweight guy who kept to himself and seemed a
little angry that the only engineering school to offer him this chance was
on the other side of the world from home. He was also messy and
disorganized and always searching for something he'd lost. I came back from
class or the gym every day to find something on my small half of the small
room. I'd try to fold it or stack it and put the mess back on his side. It
was a losing battle.

I hadn't explored anything beyond the walls of the university. Americans
weren't encouraged to go outside of it unescorted and having just turned 18
with light skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, they specifically told me it
wasn't safe unless I went with the group tours. But today was my first day
off since I'd landed here from Los Angeles. I was determined to explore.

The scholarship had included clothing which is a little odd. I found my
cabinets stocked with two very nice pairs of running shoes, a pair of
casual shoes, dress shoes, and outfits to match that were in my size.
Everything from workout to formal in size small was left neatly packaged
for me on my arrival. I thought it was odd back when I did my orientation
at their embassy in LA, but now I was glad they had measured me. I couldn't
be anything but grateful.

So how did I get here... One of their sultans had visited LA and seen my high
school dance troupe perform at his welcome party. I'd been the one to
present the gift to him to thank him for making a generous donation to us.
Much to my embarrassment, the dance teacher had filled him in on my
"unfortunate" life of losing my parents, growing up in group homes around
the San Fernando Valley, and god knows what else she threw in there. She
probably even told him I'd never had a girlfriend. He asked me to be his
guest at his table for the dinner and he had an interpreter there signing
for me. He was a pretty cool guy, but continuously gave me that look of
pity.

The Monday before graduation I was called in to the counselor's office and
given details of a full scholarship offer. I didn't have anything else and
I thought maybe it would be interesting to see what life was like not being
known as the poor, pitiful blonde boy.

So now I'm here and I wanted to see the sights. It's supposed to be 44
degrees today according to the paper. That's celsius which I don't really
get, but I know it's uber hot. I dressed in the white shorts that went down
to my knees and a sleeveless white shirt. I put on a TON of sunscreen and
gathered the small money I had saved from my welcome packet. All of the
meals were included here, and I don't really like food anyway so I hadn't
spent anything at the campus store except buying a sketchbook and some
colored pencils.

There is a big gate right behind my dorm, and then a small gate with a
guard. He put his hand up as I tried to walk through and said something
that I didn't understand. I gave a confused look and raised my palms to
which he shook his head and waved me through. Outside the gate there is a
little road that leads down to a big shopping street I had watched from the
landing. I walked down as many blocks of it as I could while dodging into
shadows to avoid the blazing sun.

Everything in this city, or at least this area, was new construction with
expensive marble, steal, exotic tile. Every store had some famous label
with big glass windows filled with luxury items from around the world. The
street was lined with expensive cars and oversized SUV's. These people had
money and liked to show it.

Californians should have tans, but I don't tan, I burn. My skin is pretty
pale with very light blonde hair and faint blue eyes. So sunblock was
something I always grew up with. I'm pale, but pale is better than
scorched. I was getting used to being looked at by the occasional person
around the university, but out here in public it was a little more intense.

I ducked into the shade of a coffee shop and pushed back my sweaty blonde
hair. I must have walked farther than I'd planned and I felt my cheeks
getting burned. I looked in the window and saw that they had iced drinks
and thought maybe I'd sit for awhile before I headed back. The air
conditioning was blasting as I walked in and the place was half-filled with
business men on laptops and teenagers on their phones. I don't have either,
but I like to people watch.

I got up to the counter and realized that the entire menu board was in
arabic. There were a few pictures of different beverages, but nothing
written in English except the numbers. The waiter gave me a weird look and
then said something. I pointed to the picture showing a green cup with ice
and a few kiwi slices around it and gave a big, dumb smile. I hoped those
were kiwis. He held up two cup sizes and I pointed to the smaller one on
the right. He punched some numbers into the cash register and turned the
little display around so I could see he wanted 3. I pulled out a bill that
had a 5 on it and handed it to him with a smile.

I was feeling relieved at getting through this situation, but then he
pointed at my money and shook his head no and opened his mouth very wide
like he was yelling. He looked at me like I was a complete idiot. I started
looking around. I had no idea what was going on or why he didn't want the
money. I started to turn to go, but I felt a solid hand on my shoulder.

He had on a black dress shirt with a grey tie. He was just a little taller
than me, but solid muscle. I felt small as he closed in on me and stood a
little too close behind me. He opened his mouth like he was talking to me,
and gave a warm smile. I shook my head no and lowered my eyes. I wanted to
get out of there and run all the way back to my room. I left the 5 note on
the counter and started to walk away, but I saw the hand appear on my
chest. He nudged me back against the counter and I smelled a little too
much of a masculine cologne. The dude was built like an ox. I stared at his
rolex and tried to think of a way out of this.

He put a finger under my chin and raised my head up to look him in the eye.
He was a pretty good looking guy with large, brown eyes, a strong nose,
tightly trimmed black facial hair around his mouth. His black hair was
shaved close on the sides but grown out on top and gelled up in a messy
look that probably took an hour to figure out. Everything about him said
money, muscles, power, education. He flashed a gentle smile that lit up his
dark face and then put his hand up as if to tell me to wait. He took his
wallet from his back pocket and handed some different colored notes to the
waiter and slipped my five note into the side pocket of my shorts. His hand
lingered there, holding my hip. A worker from the back brought up my green
drink and the guy nudged me back toward his table. It was half invitation
and more insistent push.

We sat and he started trying to talk to me again. I put my hand up and then
pointed at my chest and then at my ears to tell him I was deaf. He gave me
a sideways look of curiosity. I pointed at his laptop and he nodded and
pushed it towards me. He had some email open and I typed out, "ME DEAF." I
slid it back to him and his whole demeanor changed. His lips spread into a
huge smile and his eyes lit up again. That smile. It made me feel safe.

He moved over to sit beside me and opened up a word file and typed:

"I'm Ali Hamad, but you can call me Ali, or type me or um... what's your
name?"

"I'm Emerson Kelly, you can call me Em or Emi."

I made the name sign for Emi, rubbing an M and then an I against my cheek.
He mirrored me with an increasingly goofy smile. We then spent the next two
hours typing back and forth about my life and his and how I got here and
what I liked to do and not do. He said the sultan who had seen me was his
uncle. He remembered him mentioning me when he returned from his visit. Ali
had been to LA many times himself. He ordered me another green drink which
was pretty tasty. He told me that the money I had was only valid on the
campus and that "dumb service people don't know anything about the walled
off university."

He told me he was 24 and worked managing his family's oil and land deals.
His father was a doctor and his mother worked as a lawyer in Europe,
something not available to her as a female in this country. He lived with
his father and younger brothers. He was the middle of 5 boys. I started to
tell him about my life back in LA, but after telling him my parents were
both gone and I had no family, he got that pity look, so I focused only on
happier things like being state ranked in track 3 years in high school and
my friend Caleb and his family who took care of me.

I showed him how to fingerspell his name and he took out his business card
and showed me what my name looked like in Arabic. He was so nice and it had
been so long since I'd had any real communication with anyone other than my
university sign language interpreter who was an older woman taking odd jobs
to travel the world. I was hungry for communication. A pretty girl would
have been better, but this guy in a suit was ok. He would alternate his
left hand between typing to me and resting it on the back of my chair. Guys
here sure were touchy with each other.

My fingers started to hurt and the sun was beginning to set. I typed that I
should probably start walking back, but Ali typed that it wasn't really
safe and he wasn't sure how I'd gotten this far outside the university
without someone harassing me. I asked him what he meant by that. No one had
bothered me other than stares.

"You can't be out alone. You are exotic here, light-skin, beautiful face,
small body, soft hair, innocent spirit, and silent lips to not call for
help. My country is filled with powerful men who would take advantage of
you just to show their power over a little cub. You have a disability they
would see as a weakness. You shouldn't be out of the university walls
without a lion to look after you. To go alone here means you are unclaimed,
unprotected."

It was the first time he'd looked at me with sadness in his eyes, that pity
look I hate. I shook my head no.

"I am NOT disabled! I can take care of myself. I have for all my life," I
typed.

"The rules are different here, little cub. This is not a land where
everyone gets justice. You are a lone cub here. You need a lion to watch
over you."

He insisted on driving me back to the campus and ushered me out to a large,
black sportscar. I'm completely capable of taking care of myself, but the
heat was still heavy in the air and I didn't really want to chance walking
in the dark if it was as dangerous as he said. The inside was soft leather
and the dash was filled with crazy gadgets and a big touch screen. I felt
the heavy beat thumping as we pulled away.

We got to the big gate of the university and he pulled over and talked to
the guard who opened it for us. He must have known someone important since
I hadn't ever seen that gate opened. He parked right in the courtyard
beside the building and pulled out his phone and hit a button that spelled
out his speech:

"Give me your phone. I can put my number in so we can text. I want to show
you around my city in a safe way. You need a protector here."

"I don't have a phone," I typed back and suddenly felt very, very poor.

"I have an old one. I'll send it tomorrow. I know it can be lonely in a
strange place and this probably all seems very foreign to you," he typed
back, unfazed.

I typed back that I couldn't accept it. He had already bought me drinks,
but he didn't want to hear any of that. I was ready to get out and go
upstairs to pee. I was out of patience for arguing. He just kept smiling at
me and studying my face. He reached up to pet the back of my hair. It was a
little strange, but I had read that these Arab guys don't think it's weird
to be touchy feely with each other. Not like kissing or anything, but they
just have less sense of space. So I decided it was ok. But I also decided
it was time to end this for the night. I typed that I needed to go pee and
thanked him for everything.

I laid in bed that night as Adam kept the light on while typing away
furiously on his cheap, old laptop. He probably had the radio on. He liked
having a deaf roommate just for the noise factor. For the first time I felt
like I had a friend here. I hadn't felt that since I'd left LA, left Caleb,
my best friend since 5th grade. I rolled over to face the wall and hugged
my pillow and drifted off thinking I was going to be ok here. I dreamt of
living amongst the lions.

******************************

The next morning I woke up and felt Adam poking my arm. He looked annoyed
and handed me a small blue shopping bag. He pointed towards the door and
then made a knocking motion with his hand and then a sleeping motion
pressing a palm to his cheek. I guess the delivery had woken him up and he
wasn't happy about it. But he wasn't ever happy about much.

Inside was a box containing a brand new phone. It was gold and had an apple
on the back and still had the little plastic protectors over the screen and
the back. The back had an inscription that said, "Emi's Phone." and then
below it was etched 8 numbers which I guess was the phone number to it.
This was definitely not Ali's "old phone." I pressed the button and there
was a text message from him. He had programmed in his number. It said "text
me when you get this, please."

Over the next few weeks, we hung out every day. He showed me the views from
the cliffs, took me to walk along the white sand beaches on the crystal
blue sea. He dropped in after work to have dinner with me in the dining
hall. A few times he even came by early in the morning to work out with me.

My daily emails to my best friend Caleb back home told all about the crazy
new experiences I was having. Caleb was always suspicious of everyone, and
Ali's presence raised all kinds of alarms with him. He had always been a
little protective of me too since I was the one who taught him sign
language.

We'd been friends since the 5th grade and graduated together. I kind of got
the feeling he was a little jealous. I'd always been the poor, deaf friend
he brought home to dinner with his parents who took pity on me. They even
took me in for my last year of high school. I knew when he took me to the
airport for me to come here that things between us weren't ever going to be
the same again. I think my emails about Ali brought that realization to him
as well. He thought I didn't need him anymore, but I did. He was the only
family I had.

Working out with Ali was intense. The first time I saw him show up in small
shorts and a tank top I got to see all of his muscles. This was a guy that
wasn't playing around in the gym. He followed me through my normal routine
and gave me suggestions on ways to do things better. He took my
measurements of height and weight and had me strip down to my briefs to see
what muscles I should work on.

"Let's get some bigger muscles in your legs and arms, but not too many
crunches, you're a boy and your tummy is flat and perfectly toned. You
don't want abs until you're ready to be a man," he typed.

I blushed at that. I definitely felt small in his presence.

Everything was ok until one Wednesday night I was going crazy finishing a
project and texted him that I didn't have time for dinner. He kept trying
to come over and bring me food and offered to help, but I needed to focus.
He wasn't happy about that.

"Ok," he texted, "Tonight you work, but tomorrow starts the weekend and you
will spend it at my home with my family."

I said ok just to get Ali to stop texting me. I really kind of wanted some
time alone, and maybe to find some friends on campus this weekend. There
was going to be a coffee get together for the 4 deaf students on campus.
But he was so nice to me and kept buying me things. I couldn't say no. I
finished my project and uploaded it just before the midnight deadline. I
passed out on my bed without brushing my teeth.

**************************


I woke up with his warm hand brushing back my hair. I knew his touch. He
always kept one hand near or on me. I opened my eyes and smiled up at him
and then looked over at Adam who was giving me death eyes as he crawled
back into bed. Ali's knocking must have woke him up. I'm a pretty sound
sleeper even when it comes to vibrations like that.

This hulking muscled Arab man was sitting on my bed smiling down at me. I
stretched and yawned. His right hand laid against my chest and he gave my
tummy a rub. I smiled from the tickle sensation, purred like a cat, and
rolled onto my side and then sat up. I went down to take a shower in the
restroom pods and put on some shorts and a tshirt with the university logo.
I wasn't sure what we were going to do that day, so I texted him to ask
what to pack. He said he had clothes for me and to meet him down at the
car.

We drove through the city and up into the hills. Ali had installed an app
on his car's infotainment screen so that it would pick up what he said and
turn it to text. He told me all about his city and it's history as a small
village until the oil was discovered and everything changed. His family
dated back over 800 years in this kingdom.

We wound up streets that increasingly narrowed as we left the city below
us. Finally we arrived at a large white gate with two guards holding
machine guns. They stepped aside as we came up and Ali rolled down his
window and spoke to them as they opened the gates. We went up a steep,
windy street that had several different houses until the road went through
another gate, this one automated, and into a large circle in front of a
sprawling white house with all kinds of crazy glass windows and steel
beams. He drove around behind it and into one bay of a wide garage.

This house was crazy huge and Ali led me back behind it and around this
pool that went on and on back to a small house made entirely of beams and
glass. He pointed at it and then to his chest to let me know it was his. In
the middle of it, he pushed on a small keypad and a large glass panel slid
to the right. Inside there was just one big open room covered in white
marble. In the middle was a living room with white leather couches and a
glass coffee table. Up a step to the right was a kitchen area with a long
silver bar area. To the right was a small glass table and three silver
chairs with white leather seats. Up a step to the left of the living room
was a huge bed with a grey comforter and matching pillows. On the wall
across from the bed was a huge flatscreen tv.

Ali showed me around the areas and then into a large bathroom behind the
living room. It had a glass walk-in shower and a tub big enough for three
or four people. To the right there was a huge closet that was organized to
look like one of those pricy men's boutiques in Beverly Hills. There were
displays for the clothes and shoes and cubbies for folded shirts and pants.

He took me to one side with drawers and opened up the two center ones. He
put one hand to my chest and then used the other to point to the clothes
inside. He nudged me forward to look and kept a hand on my back. There was
a stack of colorful underwear, socks, shirts, pants, belts, and pajamas. He
put his hand to my chest and then back to the clothes and mouthed the word,
"You." It all looked really expensive and everything had a brand label on
it. He took my hand and put it on the shirts and then the pants and shorts
and underwear. It was all super soft and touchable textures, just like he
usually wore.

Ali backed up a few steps and slipped off his shirt and then his shorts.
His strong chest and legs had a smattering of dark black hair. He wasn't
overly hairy and it gave a nice frame to his ample definition. He tossed
the clothes on the floor and then went to a drawer and pulled out a tank
top and workout shorts. He went over to my drawers and pulled out a
matching shirt and shorts for me. I followed his lead and changed, turning
to face the wall even though he'd seen me nearly naked before at the gym.

We went out and into the big house and down some back stairs to a workout
room with every kind of equipment one could want. It made the university
gym seem cheap by comparison and we had it all to ourselves. This time Ali
wanted a hard workout. He put me through some heavy cardio until I was red
enough to pass out. Then he put me through some small weights while he did
the heavy lifting. He was always so gentle and encouraging. He was a good
friend.

When we finished, he wrapped a thick, white towel around me and then took
another for himself. I followed him over to a refrigerator built into the
wall and he took out two small boxes of protein drinks. He put a straw in
mine and we sat down on yoga mats against the wall and sipped while looking
at each other sleepily. He reached over and tousled my hair and gave me an
approving thumbs up.

Back in his little glass house someone had left two plates covered in
silver lids on the small table. He offered me a seat and then took off the
lids to show plates piled with eggs, a small piece of steak, and bowls of
grapefruit pieces. I'd worked up a pretty good appetite so it didn't take
long to finish it all. When we finished, he just covered them back up and
pushed me back towards the bathroom.

Ali went in after me, his hand on my wet back. He pushed me towards the
shower and started to lift off my shirt. I pulled away from him a little,
not feeling comfortable being undressed like a child. He shrugged and
started to take his own shirt off... and then his shorts. I didn't know what
to make of it. Did he want us to shower together? I walked back towards his
bed area and decided I would wait until he finished. He gave me one of
those, "What's wrong?" looks. I pointed towards him and held up one finger
and then towards myself and held up two fingers to tell him to go first. I
signed that I would wait there. He looked kind of disappointed, but nodded
and went back into the bathroom without closing the door.

A few minutes later he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He
pointed towards the shower and waved me in. I went in and saw that he had
left the water running. Luckily the shower glass had this frosted stripe
across the middle so I thought my naked areas would be somewhat covered.
While he disappeared into the closet to dress, I quickly shucked my clothes
and jumped in.

The whole time in the shower I did not look back. I didn't know if he was
looking at me and I couldn't hear anything, obviously, so I just wanted to
assume he had dressed and left. When I finished, though, I couldn't figure
out how to turn off the water. Everything was this weird touchpad
automation with jets coming at me from different directions.

I turned outward towards the bathroom and saw he had left a new towel and
some clothes on the counter for me. I hopped out and wrapped the towel
around me and went out to find him sitting on his bed in a small pair of
jogging shorts with no shirt, typing away on a laptop. I got his attention
and pointed towards the shower and he jumped up and followed me back in. He
turned the water off, but then lingered in the bathroom while I fidgeted
with my towel. He went to my clothes and handed me a pair of white boxer
briefs. These weren't cheapy discount store style, they were soft, thin,
sheer material. They were semi transparent, so although I slipped them up
and on under my towel, I still didn't feel ok with letting him see them.

Ali rolled his eyes at my modesty, but he turned his back so I could finish
dressing. I knew I was being silly. He was this tall, straight, muscled guy
who had a girlfriend, or at least I assumed he did. He saw me as a little
kid he was being kind to, I really had nothing to worry about. But still,
I'd been raised with modesty and not being naked with other people. I just
wasn't used to this culture. I pulled on the small pair of white shorts and
a white tank top.

I went back out to the bedroom and he typed on his laptop that he had a
little work to do, but I could take a nap on his bed and watch some tv for
awhile. He put on a nature program about hippos in Africa. It's odd because
I'd put that on my university interests survey that asked about what tv
shows I liked to watch. I liked nature shows because there is usually just
one person speaking and with the captioning on it's easy to follow. I took
one of his pillows to hug and laid down by the foot of his oversized bed
 while he started his work. I quickly fell asleep.

I woke up with my head on his chest. The afternoon sun was streaming
through the glass which was heavily tinted. I looked up and Ali was asleep
with my body snuggled into his side. He had one arm back behind me, his
hand resting on my butt. My head rose and fell with his breathing. His
heartbeat thumped softly against my ear. It didn't feel creepy or weird. He
was warm which I appreciated in this overly air conditioned room.

My hand was on his stomach, hard abs with a little trail of hair from his
chest down to his shorts. I realized I'd never touched him there. It felt
electric as I let my hand glide over the ridges of his stomach muscles. I
looked up to check and his eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling
slowly, evenly. I let myself explore a little. His nipples were small,
maybe just a little bigger than my own, but darker, browner than his chest.
He must have spent time outside with his shirt off because his chest
matched the brown of his arms. I slid a hand up and cupped his chest, solid
rock.

I stopped for a minute and thought to myself, "So at what point does this
go from just feeling around to being actual gay activity?" I mean he was
always touching me freely, but I don't think he meant anything by it. Why
would he? He could have any girl he wanted. Why would he go for a small,
deaf, weird kid from LA.

Me, on the other hand, I was drawn to his strength. I'd never interacted
with a guy this way. He made me feel differently than anyone ever had. I
felt so safe in his arms and I wanted to feel them for myself. That's not
sexual... right?

During all this thought, I'd been sliding my hand in slow circles around
his stomach. I looked back down and noticed his shorts were starting to
tent. It wasn't a straight tent pole like mine. It looked like he had a
banana in there, it curved up and then back down to the right side. It made
the right leg of his shorts rise up.

He must have been having a dream and his body was reacting to the touch. I
bet he was thinking of his girlfriend sitting in his lap sliding up and
down on his cock. And then a thought took me over.

I wanted to see it.

I'd never seen a real live cock hard other than my own when I'd get time
for a quick jerk in the shower. I slipped my hand down to the rim of his
shorts. I pushed down with my index finger and found neatly trimmed black
pubes. He was a very manicured guy and this went with the rest of him. I
didn't do much down there with my own, but I didn't have too much either.
I'd always been behind other guys' growth.

I looked up again to make sure he was still asleep. His eyes were closed
and his face was relaxed. I lifted up the waist of his shorts, but it was
too dark in there to see much other than the base. It was thick, much
thicker than my own which I hoped was still growing.

I needed to go further. I pushed back the waistband and his dick sprang out
and arced up to touch his stomach. It pulsed a little as it landed just
below his belly button. I set the waistband just below his nuts. It was
pretty impressive. Slightly darker than his stomach muscles, his banana
definitely wouldn't disappoint any girl lucky enough to score it. That was
what popped into my head. I felt kind of dirty looking at it. I laid my
head back against his chest and just stared at it while rubbing his abs.

It was circumcised like mine, but had a little more skin covering the lip
around the head. The tip was a reddish purple and a little bit of pre-cum
was forming at the tip. It got a little bigger as I kept rubbing his
stomach. I didn't know what to do next.

And then I saw his right arm move. It came up and laid on top of my hand. I
stopped rubbing him and looked up, but he still looked asleep. I froze. Did
he want me to stop? Did his body figure out it was a guy playing around
where only girls should be? I felt my heartbeat thumping in my ear, or
maybe it was his, no, both of ours. His pulse was quickening in sync with
my own. We stayed like that for what felt like a long time.

His hand moved, his fingers intertwined with my own and he lifted my hand
up and to his lips. He gave it a gentle kiss. He was awake. I just laid
there, having no idea at all how to react. I knew he'd be angry. Maybe I
could pretend like I'd been asleep too. Maybe he'd believe it. He held my
finger between two teeth, biting gently.

He held on to my hand and pushed it down and laid it on his hard shaft. He
pushed my fingers into a fist around his cock and started to jerk it with
my fingers. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting and he gave me a little
smile. He wasn't upset, or maybe he was but had lost control to his
attention demanding cock. He nodded to me and kept pushing my hand up and
down on his cock.

I held it tightly. My hand had a natural grip from jerking my own cock, but
this one was much larger and my fingers didn't overlap like they did with
my less impressive member. This was a lion's cock. He started to buck his
hips up into my grip. His free hand held on to my butt and started to
squeeze it and knead the cheeks.

I started jerking him on my own and his hand let go of me. He let it wander
down his legs and pushed his shorts down to his knees. His other hand
slipped into the back of my shorts and underwear. He rubbed softly around
my butt and then slipped a finger down the crack. I jerked him with more
urgency and he arched his back as his finger started to worm its way down
the crevice of my ass. And then... he touched my hole. I jerked up quickly.
Then it hit me, he was used to playing with a girl and his body naturally
sought out a hole.

I knew what gay guys do. I'd heard about it. I didn't want to do that, but
I was torn. I was focused on getting him off. I don't know why. He'd done
so much for me and I started this. I felt like it was the right thing to do
to help him finish... even if it meant letting him explore me down there. I
just hoped I had done enough to clean it up back there. It wasn't something
I was expecting.

He didn't push in to me, just rubbed around it with a little pressure. It
actually didn't feel too bad, just wasn't something I was used to. He kept
pushing his cock up faster and faster into my grip. His right hand came
back up and pushed under my chin to raise my eyes to meet his. He looked so
intense, focused. He was studying me, giving that little look like, "Are
you as in to this as I am?"

He pushed my head down again just in time to see his cock start to jerk and
shoot, one, two, three, four. Each pulse of his cock sent out a fresh batch
and he had a lot. It went over his stomach and up to his pec. One shot got
me on the nose. It wasn't that great of a smell, but coming from him, it
felt nice. Another shot got me just under my lips. His body shook under me
and then the finger on my hole pressed inward with too much pressure. It
poked inside of me, too big for me to take. I let out a "Ahh!" and he
jerked his hand back.

His body relaxed after one final dribble of white leaked out and on to my
fingers. He laid back against the bed and his arms wrapped around me,
holding me against his chest a little too tightly. His body gave one final
lurch as his breathing recovered. His heart was beating hard against my
ear. We laid there together in silence, him recovering and me not sure what
to do about the sticky stuff on my face.

He let me go after a few minutes. I pushed up off of him and rolled over
beside him on my back. He lazily rubbed my shoulder with the hand of the
arm under my back.

It was cold in his room and the sticky stuff on my face started smelling
stronger. My body gave a shiver and my mind started to refocus. What the
hell had I done? This guy had done so much for me and I'd repaid him by
perving over him in his vulnerable state of sleep.

Guilt washed over me. I wanted to run. I couldn't look over at him. He had
every reason to be upset with me. I'd woken him up by touching him and
getting him excited. Of course he had to finish, but now he would come back
to reality and realize what I'd done to him.

I finally looked over and he was looking directly at me, smiling, playing
with my hair. It made me feel worse. He was trying to act like everything
was ok, trying to save the friendship he'd invested so much in. I was the
worst friend ever for taking advantage of his kindness.

He saw my face, read the guilt, the shame. He put his hand on my cheek,
pursed his lips,  and gave me that look of "What's wrong?" I shook my head
no. I signed "sorry" to him. And then I ran. I went to the bathroom and
turned on the lights. My face had sticky white stuff dripping down. I
rushed to the sink and washed off what I could. I grabbed the towel dried
my face as he lumbered in behind me. He'd left his shorts off and his
massive, softening dick swung between his legs. He came up right behind me,
rubbing a hand towel over his chest to clean himself. He had his phone and
typed something out and then showed it to me.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt your bottom, little cub?"

I shook my head and typed back:

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you. I'll go home now. I'm
sorry."

He looked shocked as he read it and set the phone down on the sink while
shaking his head no. He pushed his chest into my back, pushing me up
against the counter. He slid his arms around me and pulled me back against
him. We stared at each other in the mirror and then he leaned in and kissed
my neck. I grabbed for the phone and typed out:

"Please don't try to make me feel better. I'm not gay, I promise. I'm not.
I don't know why I did that. I can walk back to school." I wanted to cry so
badly, but I wasn't going to do that in front of him. I didn't want to make
him feel worse. I handed him his phone and slipped out of his embrace as he
released me to take it.

"I have to piss, wait right here please. DO NOT LEAVE!!" he typed back and
danced a little to indicate he really needed to go. He pushed me back
against the counter and pointed down like "Stay put."

He went to the toilet closet without closing the door. He stood there with
his muscular back and perfect ass to me. I took one last look at him. I
couldn't believe I'd fucked things up like this. I had to get out of there.
I couldn't handle seeing him. I typed out "I'm sorry" on his phone. I took
the chance and sprinted towards the door. I didn't have any shoes on, but I
really just needed to get out of there.

I took off and pushed the button to slide the door to the backyard open. An
intense afternoon heat blasted me as I made it out to the backyard. I went
around the pool, not sure how to get to the gate. I darted down a pathway
that went around the side of the house. It went around this big circular
pit lined with stone. It had  cement benches around the edge and a large
hole with firewood in the center of it.

I was heading towards the side of the house when this guy came out, Samir,
Ali's youngest brother. I recognized him from pictures on Ali's phone. He
was a slightly smaller, slightly younger version of him, but still larger
and stronger than me. He was wearing black swim shorts and holding a towel.

Unfortunately he didn't seem to know who I was. He gave me a "Who the hell
are you" look and blocked the narrow path.  I started to run past him, but
he put an arm out. I landed against it and stumbled backwards. I started to
slip off the ledge and he grabbed for me, but I fell anyway. I saw the hard
cement bench coming towards my face and I closed my eyes. It was the last
thing I saw before I blacked out completely.


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