Arabian Nights

Arabian Nights.

So I have, what is to me, a perfect life. I have two husbands, one I married in the Universal Life Church, and the other in the State of Wyoming. A polyamorous relationship works well for me. I have a very high libido and, well, I just like having sex. Mostly now with men. But I also find women attractive and I’ve gone long term many times with women where men didn’t factor in at all.

What’s my perfect man look like? More about charisma, really. What drives him. Oh, he needs to be handsome and preferably tall and with a large cock. But I’ve had sex with lots of small-dicked guys and it was great. So what’s my type? Basically a pulse and a hard cock. I’m pretty easy.

We came to Wyoming for work, and it’s great work. I am highly compensated and I don’t have to put a lot of time in. And there are a LOT of hot stud cowboys here and I’ve been busy.

But now I’m facing a dilemma. I need to take some vacation time or lose it. And neither hubby #1 nor hubby #2 can get away. Which leaves me with solo options. NYC? Berlin – love German men. Great cocks and attitudes. Australia, for some Aussie ass? So many options. As I scan the internet for ‘best gay male vacation spots”, maybe a cruise? I hate cruises. But a gay one…hmmm.

An email pops up:

“Hey Ethan, Been thinking about you a lot and I miss your pure white backside and your leading me to paradise with it. Please tell me you can come to visit me? It’s Spring here and we have desert runs to make, which is basically camping in the desert, but with camels and servants. It’s a lot of fun and we can have a LOT of time together. And I need you! LMK. Best Aziz”

Fuck. Aziz. Or, really, Prince Aziz. What a fucking hot and stunning man. I love Arab guys. So commanding. So domineering. So stunning. I met him at the gym, he was dressed in his country’s white robe and a head turban. He opened the door for me, and the wind blew his robe tight to his body and he had a PENDULOUS cock over thick legs. And fuck. He was gorgeous. I worked my ass off getting him to finally tap my ass. Fuck. I could use some of that right now…hmm. A trip to Arabia?

See, what I learned about Arab men is, that there is basically no stereotype of “gay” man or world there. They all, or the wealthy men do, have multiple wives, which they service on rotation. And they are desert dwellers. Where women do not go, or their wives don’t at least. So when they are off in the desert, you use what you have at hand to get off. It’s not a ‘love’ thing, it’s a physical release thing. And these guys are horny. Which is usually the buddy sitting next to you. And it’s perfectly fine and normal, then back to fucking your wife/wives when you return. Great culture!

“Hey Aziz – great to hear from you. I miss your stunning and massive princely cock. No man has been able to satisfy me like you do since you’ve left (white lies build up egos, I find)! Tell me more about your desert trips and how and when I should travel so I can be with you for these trips? And how are you and how is your wife and family? Best, Ethan.”

And I start researching trips to Arabia. Mostly via NY and London. No easy way to get there. Then into Dubai and then puddle jumper to where Aziz lives.

How to explain Aziz. It’s machismo really. And I know about machismo as my hubby #2 is 100% Italian and has a massive cock and an attitude to work it. And I do love him.

But Aziz. 6’6”, thick mane of dark and curly hair. Light coffee-with-cream colored skin, and a perpetual 5 o’clock shadow or short ½” beard. Broad shoulders, and thick legs, with a tight V waist. Lots of camel racing and polo in his youth. He wears chunky gold jewelry and big heavy watches. And 9” of thick, massive, bullet shaped cock, cut, over fat testicles. And he’s my favorite show-er – at least 7” soft. And I love it and him. And he knows how to use it! Fuck.

When we first met at the gym, he was worried about perving on the modestly attired women. So I gave him my too-tight compression shorts. And there was no American modesty towards me. We were two men and he stood right next to me and he admired me and I admired him. And fuck. Him.

Then we were working out and he got erect at the women and I figured in his compromised state, maybe I could get him a little interested. So I flashed him my cock and asshole (loose and short-shorts where accidents ‘happen’) and he was so cute. He actually pushed my shorts closed and was worried I’d arouse a man enough and they’d want to ravage me. Which is exactly what I wanted.

Then he starts going on about how smooth and white and clear my ass is, and how I’d do well in his home country. Something about when there are no women about, men had to ‘avail themselves of the alternatives’ – which sounded pretty fuck-all solid to me.

Then he starts explaining to me that fucking a ‘pure’ ass like mine brings them closer to Allah. And I was like, yeah, uh-huh, of course it does. You are fucking a tight ass and it feels good. The French compare cuming to La Petite Mort – same thing. And totally works for me.

Then I bring Aziz into the locker room and strip, showing him my ass. And he peels the too-tight compression shorts off and he had the most painful looking throbbing erection. And he is wet with precum. Dripping! He had talked about piercing guys asses before, so I figured maybe I should offer to help him out.

And I really am bad. I lead him to an empty sauna and lie down on my stomach and give him just enough of a view of my ass and hole. And fuck, he comes over with that massive shlong and spits on my hole and just starts to ‘pierce’ me, amazed at how ‘pure’ my ass was. Well, let me tell you. I have one high-mileage ass, and if he wants to call it ‘pure’, who am I to dispel him of the inaccuracy.

And boy, can the dude fuck. He had game, and passion and softness and he said he came close to meeting Allah. He flooded my ass with cum. It was awesome. And here’s the kicker. As two dudes, as equals, I have the right to do to him what he did to me. Unless, he explained, his fucking me was so good that I came by myself. Which I didn’t. I would have if we’d fucked in the missionary position with our tight abs, but not gonna happen on my stomach. I could tell he didn’t want to be fucked. It was all an honor thing, we call it pay-back. Which is a bitch sometimes. He could nail a guy and meet Allah, but he’d have to give up the same thing. I declined the honor, and could have gotten a blow job, but a hand job sufficed and he was skilled at that, too! Fuck.


To see Aziz again. Makes sense. When else would I get the chance to get there.


“Ethan – so encouraged that you are considering a trip to Arabia! If you give me your dates, I will arrange it with Emirates. You don’t need to pack for anything other than what you will need personally. We will dress you once you are here so you have appropriate attire. We’ll be at home for a few days and then we will start our campaign. I cannot wait to have you as a camel mate! We get to sit very close together and you will have to hold on to me tightly. And our robes are very thin and it’s a lot of guy fun! And you will have to keep me company each morning, evening and right after afternoon prayers. I’ll explain it all to you when you get here. Some things we can and cannot do at each time. After prayers being a very public coupling as we will be travelling and all of us in one big tent. Mornings and evenings we will have our own tent. Separately, I have THREE wives now, and 6 children, blessed be Allah, four are boys with big healthy penises and Ahmed’s testicles have dropped and he is 13 and close to having his first orgasm, which he will share with me – hopefully you can be here for it, it’s a very big event in our culture for a young Arab boy! And then I will buy him his first wife! So it’s all very exciting. Hope all is well with you and send travel details! Aziz.”


Jeez. Testicles dropping? And sharing with his dad? And a wife at 13? And public coupling!?! Fuck. These guys are horn dogs. Or horned camels. I wonder what’s got a bigger cock, horses or camels? I can’t wait on this one…


“Aziz – please explain to me why Ahmed will share his orgasm with you? And a wife at 13? E”


“Ethan. In our culture, men and our penises are central to the culture. And young boys, as they approach puberty, are shown by their fathers, usually in the public baths, how to masturbate. This is part of their education so they will know what to expect. Well, most boys cannot wait and they spend months stroking their hard cocks (I did!) praying to Allah for a glimpse into paradise. Once they have one, usually it’s in the form of a wet dream, they need to demonstrate this to their father, who is only overjoyed that their boy is now a man! There is a ritual where we will share his sperm, as a continuum of life, as my sperm created him. Then I will find him and buy him a suitable bride. That’s interesting, too, because it’s my right to breach her maidenhead, to prove her virginity, and turn her over to my son. But I don’t think I’ll take that right. But it is my hand which will guide his young penis into her vagina for the first time! It’s a VERY special day in our culture. And we then pray for 20 sons! Best. Aziz.”


Wow. Like, not how I came the first time and not how my dad taught me, nor how my wedding night went. Either one. FUCK.

I sent dates off and Aziz suggested I stop shaving a few days before I start my travel. He said Americans are not too frequently seen in his country, and it would be best for me to try and acclimate as much as possible into their culture. He’d be with me most of the time but wanted to make sure I’d be as safe as possible.

“Ethan! So excited to see you again. Just a reminder to dress modestly when you arrive. And I will have gym attire for you! The men of my culture will very happily pierce your anus at the slightest provocation, so you will need to take care to preserve your modesty.” As if that just doesn’t sound like perfection. A rugged Arab dude piercing my ‘pure’ anus. Fuck.

“Would you prefer an Eunuch to service you in the morning and evenings, one of my male cousins, or would you like to sample the heaven we have in our Harem? I will ask my first wife to arrange this for you. We have a simple but age-old system to make sure everyone’s needs are taken care of. Best. Aziz” Jeez. Hospitality at its best! Fuck.

“Aziz, I don’t know what each experience would be like, can you explain them to me? And I was hoping to have you with me in the mornings and evenings, no? Best, Ethan”

“Ethan. In my culture, in the mornings and evenings it is my duty when at home to couple with my first wife. If she is unclean (a blessed time!) then I can either take the time off and join you or another, or she will ask me to service one of my other two wives. Wife #1 uses my penis to manage and control the other two, and whether they get any from me depends on how they have treated her, where each woman is in her menstrual cycle and or if they are with child. When we are in the desert, you and I will be together. I can’t guarantee when you first arrive that I can be with you. Sorry, but duty prevails! The wives like to tire us out, too! We can have the afternoons together.” Fuck. I’m okay with that, I think. Hot.

“In our culture, when boys are approaching puberty, they have to decide if they want to continue as is and become a man and have many wives and children. Or they can opt to remain as boys, where their jobs will be to protect the women and service the men as needed. This also allows a Eunuch to live in a royal household and be safe and secure for his life. Because if he marries and cannot impregnate his wife and have children, he would bring great shame onto his household and most likely be cast-out. This arcane system effectively reduces your western concept of homosexuality here, because Eunuchs don’t grow up to be what you call ‘gay’, but can remain as a boy and provide whatever pleasure they can to the men of the household. And bring honor to his household. It’s a system that works well in our world, and I know it’s sensitive, but we’ve been living like this for several thousand years. Depending on the Eunuch, he will have very successful oral skills (most have their tonsils removed to eliminate the gag reflex) and a very smooth and hairless boy-like ass for your pleasure. He will achieve none, other than by providing pleasure to you.” Huh. Not going to touch that one. Not by a mile. I can hear world-wide LBGTQ protests now! But I’m not going to judge. Yet.

“Your second option would be to bed with some of my many cousins. They are all married men, and great guys, too. But when their wives are unclean, they are expected to either service their other wives, or satisfy their need within the cousin group. As my guest, you would be considered a ‘cousin’. I don’t know yet which of my cousins would be available, but there should be at least 5 or 6 available who are all young and strapping and would be very eager to pierce your pureness to see Allah. I’ve told them all about you already!” Fuck. I’m taking that option! Fuck. “One of my cousins, Lazim, has already told me he will make his wife ‘unclean’ during your stay. He fucked a white English guy once and wants to have the experience again with an American. He’s 23, strapping, big dick of course and has a lot of energy. He’ll most likely be on our campaign as well” Fuck. How soon am I leaving?

“The last is the Harem. We have many women to service you and you can take your pick. You know, wink, wink, how that works! LMK Best – Aziz”

Option #2, please! And I gotta meet this Lazim dude. Fuck.

Ticket arrives via email. 1st class, Denver to London, London to Dubai. LONG trip. Fuck.

“Hi there Ethan. I cannot believe that you will be here in just 2 days’ time! I am so excited to see you and to show you my country and introduce you to my family. We have to go out to one of the outer provinces to hold court. We’ll be travelling heavily armed with about 50 strong men. 30 family and 20 servants or so. It looks like I will need to go ahead and determine just where we will be meeting – the tribes roam grazing lands, after all. You will most likely follow 3 days later. So far, my available cousins are Malek, Faiza and Lazim. I promise you that you will enjoy each one. Plan to take the time while I’m away to decide which one you would like as your camel mate. It’s a big step, and my cousins are all big guys! Lucky you! And they are excited to meet with Allah, it’s all they are talking about. ‘When will the pure one be here?' In terms of packing, just bring sunglasses and a change of underwear. We will have everything else for you here and you can also borrow what else you need from me. Looking forward to being reunited with you! Best Aziz.” Fuck.

I fuck both husband’s good-bye. Husband #1 has a wife who will take care of him, and Husband #2 has many friends in the area – I’m glad to give him an opportunity to catch up. And then it’s time to go. I Uber the hour to Denver and clear customs. Slight challenge as I now have the beginnings of a beard and my passport photo does not. But I have a Global Access card and I’m a “well known” traveler. But I get a lot of questions as to why I am going. Gotta love our new world. Flight was uneventful. We went over Canada and the North Pole and I napped, snacked. Walked as often as I could. The plane was standard lie flat seats but it was too short to really get any good sleep in. Cabin companions were fine. Uneventful.

I check into the 1st class transit lounge and they give me the option of a hot shower and use of the gym and restrooms. I have like a 3 hour layover, so I work out (felt so good) and had a long and hot shower (you can rent shorts and other gear there, very thoughtful). No real action to be had at the gym. Nice amenity, but not like home.

Then I bummed around Heathrow. Yeah, mostly looking for hot guys and checking out their packages. Guys get really horny when we travel! Followed a few into the men’s room, and had a few guys follow me in. Nice looking shows as we waved our floppies at each other. Would have liked to have had an opportunity to take some action, but Heathrow has the place locked tight and they know exactly how horny we all are and what extremes we’ll go to. So it’s just showing off and swapping some strokes. “Nice one, man, wish I could blow it” stuff like that. And the dudes were all family men. Too funny.

So I get back to Emirates and am surprised at how empty the lounge is, given the flight was supposed to be full. My boarding pass says 1B and it’s a sleeper cabin, with a shower area. Sweet! And a fellow passenger, but there are two beds. And I am told, a privacy screen. This might be fun. Our Pursuer is in the lounge and talking to the other 1st class flyers. And he makes his way over to me, “And you must be Mr. Ethan Cummings, correct, sir?”

And fuck. Emirates is known as having HOT flight attendants. This dude is built. And his tight pants leave nothing to the imagination. He’s got a cock on him. Fuck. He’s maybe 30. And ripped. And you can tell he’s an upper caste Arab. Fuck. And the ass on him and the legs. Fuck. “You are Mr. Cummings, correct, sir?” he asks again. And that voice. I look at his eyes. Big mistake. Fuck.

I nod. “Well it will be my pleasure to have you with us today for our flight. If you need anything, please let me know. I am Farouk. Flying time is just over 8 hours. You can do what you wish in your cabin, and you can arrange for meals and entertainment as you need. Your cabin traveler is Amir and I will let him introduce himself to you. Please no women who are not in your family in the cabin, and as I see no other Cummings, I am presuming you are traveling solo, yes?” and I’m just staring at him. Fuck, he’s hot. And I can ask him if I need anything. Like his cock?

“Yep, I’m solo. There is a shower area, correct?” and he explains how that works. “We will be following the prayer schedules as per Mecca time zone, which means afternoon prayers about 3 hours into the flight. Evening prayers before we land. May Allah be with you!” And he continues on his way. And I just stare at him. I may have to give him some visuals in terms of my sweet and ‘pure’ ass and see if he wants to see Allah with me. I sure do. Fuck.

So I board the plane, going all of like 10 feet in. My cabin is one of 4 and right there. Private entrance. Amir, my roommate is already on board, and looks like he has been for a while. He has a drink with him. Attractive enough man. In full white robe and a turban thing. I wouldn’t kick him out of bed. But I’m not sure I’d invite him into bed. I can see a bit of a bulge as he stands to greet me. He’s got a cock a right. His handshake is firm and calloused. He introduces himself as Sheik Amir.

“I’d prefer the privacy screen to remain down. It gets very stuffy in here when it is not. I hope that will be okay with you?” And we chat. And he sits and manspreads and he’s totally doable. We sit next to each other and he’s touchy. Resting his hand on my arm and leg. Totally fine with that. He’s late 40s maybe 50. Farouk comes in and latches the door open for takeoff, clears Amir drinks and confirms we are buckled in. And he bends over and his ass is fantastic. Fuck.

We take off and Farouk closes our cabin door. Bringing Amir another drink and asking me what I’d like. ‘Do you have Belvedere vodka? On the rocks, splash of water?” and Farouk confirms that they do.

I move over to the bed. “My friends have Arab clothes for me when I arrive, so I have no other western clothes with me. Would it be acceptable to remove my pants and shirt, Amir?” And he just waves. “We are both men here, Ethan.” And I’m like, yeah, but my ass is ‘pure’. And yes, I worn tight and white and skimpy Aussie Bums – I want to make a good impression for when I’m with Aziz. And I see Amir look at me and admire. He does an eye raise as if assessing the quality of the produce. I lay down on my stomach and read my phone. There is a toilet in the shower area and I take a piss. I decide I’ll remove my underwear, no point in soiling them. I move back into our room and Amir is all lustful eyes, first on my cock and then on my ‘pure’ ass. Fuck.

“You are quite well endowed, Ethan, for a westerner. I am used to big penises on my fellow Arabs, but not so much on my western friends. How many wives do you have?” And I lie down on the bed and pull the sheet over some of my ass, leaving most exposed. “Just the one, we aren’t lucky like you and can’t have more!” and I leave my ass for him.

Farouk enters with my beverage and goes into rapid Arabic with Amir. Fuck. Something got him bothered. I sit up and take my drink, giving Farouk and Amir an eyeful of cock and Farouk has more to say to Amir. And Amir appears to be agreeing. Enthusiastically. Fuck. Mile-high club, Arab-style? I get up and go to my travel bag, which I need to bend down to get. I know. Tempting fate here, but it’s just a quick glance at my hole. And I grab a magazine and go and lie down. Farouk is straightening things and talking animated with Amir. Who is nodding and has eyes on me. Eventually Farouk leaves.

“What was Farouk talking about?” I ask Amir casually. And Amir starts to struggle. “We Arabs do not have western style hang-ups about sex between men. It’s our desert origin’s. And we have scripture that tells us that through the piercing of a white and pure anus, we can be as close to Allah as possible here on earth. And every man dreams of Paradise. Farouk found your ass to be very ‘pure’ indeed.” Oh, I say. Trying to feign innocence. “Well, I hope he will be okay.”

“Here, Ethan. Enjoy your beverage and we’ll let Farouk in for another one in a minute.” And Amir hands me my drink, his fingers lingering longer than necessary. And yep, bingo, he’s packing more wood then before. Fuck. Prospects looking up!

“May I touch your backside? And he stands, and he is sporting wood.” And I just look at him like, WTF, but I nod. And his hands course over my ass and he opens my ass to look at my hole. And he has a sharp intake of breath.

“Ethan, I must say, Farouk is correct. Your anus is ‘pure’ and I am sure that we can meet with Allah if you will let us pierce it.” And I take a sip of my drink. “Pierce it? What does that mean?” and Amir sits down again, keeping his eyes on my ass.

“Farouk also asked me to ask you a question. See, in our culture, we have a duty to our wives. I have 8. Where we service them each morning and again in the evening, usually on rotation around our first wife’s orders. Our desire is to have as many male sons as soon as is possible, while keeping the household harmonious.”

“We men do get our free time, though. After afternoon prayers, we generally need some tension relieved and we rely on our cousins and men in the household to help us out. We have prayers in two hours, and Farouk would like to be given the honor of trying to meet with Allah by piercing your pure anus. Would you please consider that this is a unique opportunity for each of us? We rarely have the opportunity to meet a pure white anus at the right time, and meeting Allah is so important to our culture.” And he looks from my ass to my eyes. And he is kind of pleading.

“How would that work, exactly?” and Amir smiles. “Farouk would enter and remove his pants. He’ll probably have some lube, if not I do, and he will get in position behind you. With you on all fours, so your purity is on displace for Allah. I will guide his erection to your anus with a prayer and help him pierce your anus. It would be a huge honor and VERY special for us. Once he has met Allah, he will remove his erection and he will guide my erection to pierce your pure anus, and his seed will act as lubricant and he will say our prayers, and with luck, your anus will take me to meet Allah. Peace be upon us! What do you say, Ethan. Will you give us this honor?” and I aint gonna lie. I’m totally hard. That sounds HOT! Fuck.

So I kick back and enjoy a few drinks. Not a lot going on at 32,000 feet. I check out ‘Hot Arabic Men’ on LPSG.com and I’m feeling good. I make sure to be as enticing as possible, both to Amir and Farouk when he comes in, frequently, to refresh my drink and bring me snacks. And, obviously, to count his lucky stars. And he’s like pretty hard most of the time. ‘Watch it Farouk, you’re gonna bust out in a wet spot.’ I guess he figured that out himself as he donned his Emirates apron. Good camouflage.

“Amir, while I am pleased to extend this honor to you and Farouk. I’m a little worried that it’s going to hurt. I’ve not been ‘pierced’ before. Can you tell me what to expect, and do you know how to minimize the pain?” Basically, I’m now super horny and wanna get the action going.

“Also, are you a large man? And won’t that hurt more?”

“You must take solace, Ethan, that you are bringing two good religious men to meet with Allah. It is an honor. Plus, some more alcohol should minimize the pain for you.” He presses the button for Farouk. Who comes immediately in. And I have a semi and my ass is wide open, and you can see his dick pulse.

“Also, can’t we just do this now, why do we have to wait until after prayers?” and Farouk prattles on to Amir and then leaves.

“Would you show me your penis, so I know what to expect.” And Amir nods and stands up. And lifts up his white robe. And it’s big, fat and ugly-beautiful. And pretty much fully hard. And he’s dripping pre and he had a wet spot on his robe. Good. Get them worked up and keep this fuck session short!

“Ethan, in our culture, we prey several times a day. And we have sex to bare sons at specific times of the day, and we have prayers in the afternoon and then sex to relieve tensions. We want to pierce you and have you lead us to Allah, after prayers, so that we can ask him to let us in to see him. We must tell him we have a white and pure anus and he will agree or disagree. But we can’t just try and reach him without asking him first. Does that make sense?” And I nod.

He lowers his robe, and comes over and rubs my ass. “Anal piercing is painful, but a routine part of an Arabian man’s life. We are expected to grin and bear it for our cousins relief. But there are things you can do. We don’t have sex toys, nor do we have time to loosen you ass orally, but those are options. The easiest thing for you to do is relax, and when I guide Farouk to you, to push out and let him pierce you. Allah will give you strength to do that.” And he’s rubbing my hole.

“How do you orally loosen an anus? We don’t do much with our anus’ in the west.” And Amir looks at me, and moves his head down to my anus and kisses and licks it. Oh, Amir, you dirty old Shiek. And he tongues me some more. “That is how, my beautiful Ethan. But I cannot do that until after prayers, and we have such a small window that I’m afraid there isn’t going to be much we can do to get you ready.” Fuck. Shown the way, and told for some crap prayers that we cannot do anything. I got a Woody anyway.

“Farouk will no doubt pierce you as the scripture says, which is that he and Allah can see your pure anus. I will pierce you the same way, and once Farouk’s prayer is done, I will move you to a missionary position and fight my way to paradise, and I hope you will do me the honor of reaching paradise with me when I get there.” Ha. Cheapskate. You don’t want me to fuck you. I know all about the Honor thing. “Oh, Amir, that sounds like a plan. We can reach Paradise together.” And I’d be okay with that. At this point, I kinda want to shoot a load and go to bed. No need to fuck ol Amir.

So I go back to watching porn and keeping myself stimulated. Not much else, still, to do at 32,000 feet. Oh, and have Farouk bring more drinks in….

Well, finally, it’s evening prayers, and the planes PA makes the announcement in Arabic and Farouk and Amir join on the floor on prayer mats and face towards Mecca. Farouk asked me to face the same way, on the bed. Which gave him a clear view of my ass and my ‘pure’ hole. No idea, but like 10 – 15 minutes of prayer, and they seemed to end it.

“It is time, my friend” and Farouk loses his shirt and his pants. And not-gonna-lie, he’s a hottie. Fuck. Worked out, beefy, nice pecs and a sweet 8” give or take cut cock. Drool.

Amir removes his robe and all three of us are all completely naked and hard. I’m on all fours, facing Mecca. I feel Farouk behind me, and Amir is praying quietly. I feel lube on my ass and I hear it on Farouk’s cock. Amir is beseeching Allah to let my anus take Farouk to Paradise, I guess. Sounds like it, anyway. I feel Amir’s hand placing Farouk’s tip at my entrance, and they are both praying, whispering in my ear. And Farouk presses in and he’s past my ring and mother fucker it hurts!

Farouk pauses, and he’s calling to Allah. And he pushes in deeper. Amir is massaging me, and moves to be in front of me. And I take his cock into my mouth. And they’re praying and Farouk is going full-throttle now, bang slams into me and he’s breathing harder and he seems to be cresting, and I reach behind me and I cup his balls and his taint, and that pushes him over. Allah Ak-Bar! He yells, as he cums deep into my ass. Fuck, not what you wanna hear on a flight, but whatever. And he’s pumping into me and cum is leaking down my legs and there’s no way he didn’t get into Paradise.

He’s hugging my back, and he’s wet and sweaty and fuck, it feels good. He pulls out of my ass, and cum leaks out. Farouk applies a towel to my anus and he leans into me, ‘You took me to Allah, my friend. Thank you. It was beautiful’…and doesn’t he just say the nicest things.

He and Amir switch places, and Farouk catches his breath. “It was warm and pleasant and happy and I could feel the presence of god! He truly has a pure anus, and you too my friend will see Allah.” And now we get ready for round two.

Amir is behind me, and he takes Farouk’s cum and must be lubing his cock with it. Farouk starts the same prayers Amir did for him, and I feel Farouk’s hand as he leads Amir’s cock to my anus. And Amir pushes in. He knows his stuff, and the prayers continue. When he is balls deep, he flips me over and moves in for a kiss.

Now, most, but not all, Arab men won’t kiss another dude. But I guess Amir figures that if he can get me off, he’ll save his own ass from getting tapped. And I’m a big boy, too!

And Amir is good with his thrusts and he has stamina and he has style and not the best fuck ever, but I was lubed and horny and slightly drunk, and it was kinda hot, and his abs are working my cock and I feel that presence building. And so does Amir, who is praying harder and thrusting harder and holding me tightly and kissing me, and working my cock and I let out a spasm of cum and it makes his chest hair sticky and I shoot again and we can smell it and it triggers him, and Amir shouts “Allah Ak-Bar” as well. And fuck, if the second guy in like 15 minutes doesn’t flood my ass with cum. Fuck. That felt good!

And he pauses. And after his cock deflates, he removes it, and he goes down to my anus and kisses it. Lapping his and Farouk’s cum and brings it to me and kisses me.

“Allah says you are ‘pure’ indeed. Thank you for the honor you have given me. You reached paradise without touching yourself, such was the power of my Love for Allah, and my honor remains intact. And you are a good and pure servant of Allah’s”. Well, maybe not that just yet.

“Yes, thank you, Ethan.” Says Farouk. And Farouk steps into the shower and rinses off. Going to be interesting in the cabin outside in a bit. But Farouk is obviously a pro at this, and he’s back to looking good in no time. And he stops and looks into my eyes, and leans in and kisses me. “You have given me a tremendous honor. Thank you.” And he turns to leave.

Amir rinses off, then I do, then I climb into bed and literally pass out. 5 hours until we get there. Flying is so much fun these days!

Worth continuing, or not so much? LMK!

Peace.

And I got a decent nights sleep. 5 hours, not tremendous, but just enough so my eyes weren’t sand-paper. Farouk woke me at the last minute, and I showered fast, no need to shave. I brushed my teeth, got dressed, zipped up my jeans and sat down just as the “Prepare to land” announcement was being played. Pretty good timing, all in all. Two decent fucks, couple of cocktails, excellent food. Decent company, and two showers. All-in-all, 1st class Emirates is awesome.

“I want to thank you again, Ethan, for bringing me to Allah. I will remember that until I meet him again when I join him in Paradise. In the meantime, here is my card, and please contact me if there is ever anything that I can do for you.” And I look at the card. Sheik Amir, which I knew. The rest meant nothing. I put it into my pocket.

“It was truly wonderful to help you and Farouk to reach paradise. It was an honor for me to be able to do so.” And he seems satisfied with that. He may need to change his robe when he gets home though. A little cummy stain/pre-stain at his crotch.

And Farouk was all chummy, too. “You did me a considerable honor. I am at your service should I ever be able to attend to you again.” And he gave me his card. These guys do the honor thing, big time.

And I grab my bag, check the mirror one last time. Decent, for 2 days travel, and head for the exit.

I’m greeted with a “Welcome Mr. Ethan Cummings” placard, held by a well-dressed livery guy, I guess.

“I am Mr. Cummings” I say to the guy. And he nods to a colleague and he takes my bag and we walk to the exit. “The Prince said you would travel lightly. Do we need to go to baggage claims?” he asks, and I shake my head no. Not exactly Mr. Personality. Young guy. Manly. Cute. Aggressive – no, I’d say fierce. “I am Daja” as I look into his black eyes. “I will take you to The Prince.” As he opens the door to a black Range Rover. I look around. It’s an airport in middle of a beach, or really, an airport in the middle of sand. He drives aggressively and once on open road, “we have about a 40 minute drive to the compound” and I doze and look out of the window. It’s getting to be late and I’m bushed. Excited, but bushed. And my ass ring hurts. Oh, yeah. The whole ‘meet with Allan’ thing. Fuck. Forgot about that. And I snooze.

“We are approaching, Mr. Cummings” and I shake myself and come to. We are on quiet side streets and there are white walled compounds on either side of the road. People walking, but no other cars. We pull up to a security gate, and stop, and a guard looks in to me and at Daja. The gates are opened.

“Come with me, Mr. Cummings” and I follow Daja into a softly lit courtyard. “The Prince is this way” and he leads me down side alleys in the compound, and knocks on a thick wood door.

“Enter” and we do. And there is Aziz. With his family. They are dining on the floor, on low tables.

“Ethan, my heavenly friend. You have made it. Come and say ‘hello’ to my family” and I get introduced to the family. Wife #1 and his children and I’m kind of numb.

“Let us prepare a plate for you” and Aziz snaps his finger and issues orders in Arabic. “Sit here, next to me” and I do. They chatter and I have all eyes on me. I guess I may be the first westerner they’ve seen. But I’m a bit dazed.

“This is my son, who became a man just the other day. We are overjoyed at his advancement. I’m looking at a few beauties to be honored as his wife”

And Aziz’s wife says, ‘beauty is not what makes a good wife. You should leave the arrangements to me, to find a suitable wife for my first born.” And I say nothing. I think I’d rather have my dad pic a spouse, but Mom’s know stuff too, so... Way beyond me. I could murder a cold beer. And the food is good and I get through it. I kind of want to wash, and be alone with Aziz and then go to bed.

“We will have a servant take you to your quarters. I am sure that you would like a bath. We have evening prayers, then I must perform my husbandly duties, then I will be in to see you. Ask the servant to give you whatever you need. Hopefully my duties won’t take too long.” And his wife giggles. Interesting.

And a cute boy, but not a boy, reaches out to me when Aziz snaps his fingers. “This is Faraj. He is available as your personal servant, and is ready and proud to do whatever you need to attend to your person.” And Faraj leads him off.

I mean, put a western spin on a Eunuch all you want. This guy did volunteer to have his nuts chopped off. But he is like, boy-cute. Great head of hair. Unblemished face. Cute, un-muscled body. Looks like a tight cute ass. Okay, I get it. Not really my thing, but I could see how this could be handy.

He leads me down a warren of hallways all with closed doors. And then stops at a room with Arabic squiggles. Presumably that says “Guest Room” and he leads me into an interesting room. There are ample electric lights, but the floor is stone (or dirt) with rugs over them. There is a large raised bed in a corner. And a room off the side, which must be a bathroom. An interior courtyard window, but with metal bars and shutters. And another looks like storage room. There’s a TV and Sonos player. Huh.

Faraj takes me into the room, and pulls me to the toilet, asking with his eyes if I need to go. And he unzips me and tenderly removes my penis, and holds it over the bowl. I release my fluid and he shakes then squeezes it, base to tip, and puts me back in. Be goes to a bath and turns the taps on. He takes me to the bedroom and starts to remove my shirt and shoes, down on his knees. Then socks, pants and folds them nicely on a table. He takes me to the bath, turns the tap on, and indicates for me to get in.

And he undoes his loin cloth and steps into the bath behind me. He has a tiny, like little boy penis, larger than that, but not a man's penis. In-between. And he scoops some water over me, and washes my hair, back, and body. He has me stand up and he cleans my ass, cock and balls, then I can sit down again and he rinses me off. Then he pulls me back into his arms and we rest in the warm water. I can feel the softness of penis. He slowly massages my chest, delicately tweaks my nipples, and whispers some words in Arabic to me. We sit until the water turns from warm to just getting not-warm. The Faraj pulls me up and he dry’s me thoroughly with a plush towel. He kisses my cock. And then each testicle. Nice touch. Then he leads me back into the bedroom and he pulls a white robe out for me. He indicates to raise my arms, and I do so, and he pulls the robe over me. It fits perfectly well. Just 3” or so off the floor. Right shoulder width. Right waist. I’ve got a manly bulge, but nothing obscene, and thankfully nothing vague.

Faraj takes me to a couch and he pulls me into his arms, and he holds me and he hands me the clicker for the TV. And points to a button, which I press. Okay, insta-boyfriend, but, kinda nice.

And we click through channels and watch a British sitcom and wait for Aziz to finish breeding his wife. And then we waited some more. And I dozed off in Faraj’s arms. And I was fine with that.

And there is a soft knock on the door, and Faraj is up to answer it. It’s Aziz and he’s quizzing Faraj. And he walks to me, and he leans in and hugs me.

“My friend, I am so honored that you have come all of this way to be with me. That is truly a gift. And we have a welcome reception planned for you and the entire family planned for later. Now, do you need to sleep, or do we have some time to catch up?” And I am so happy to see this gorgeous and lovely man. Fuck, he’s hot. And I just travelled 2 days to be with him.

“I see you are watching TV, let us sit and watch for a few minutes.” And he lies down on the couch and pulls me into him. I think I can feel his cock at my ass, but I’m pretty much delirious at this point. He orders beers from Faraj and they are brought to us, with nuts.

“How have you been?” and Aziz looks at me. “Oh, man, you are shot. Do you know where you are? Ha. I get the same way. It’s a long trip from the west to the east. But I am glad you are here.” And he pulls me to him. And we drink quietly and eat out nuts.

“You should get to bed” after we’ve had 3 beers each. And Aziz pulls me up and he pulls the robe off of me, and he examines my body. 'you have such a beautiful penis' And he lifts his robe over his head, and I am shocked anew at his strength and beauty. And hard-on. Fuck. Aziz snaps at Faraj in Arabic and he runs form the room, to return with a bottle of lube, which he places on the bedside table.

“You have come all of this way, and I need to thank you and reward you by giving you my seed.” And he moves me onto the bed in a doggie style. He taps my legs with his so I widen my stance and bring my anus into reach of his hard cock. he pushes my upper body down, improving his angle of entry. I feel him lubing his cock up and he leans into me cheeks with his tongue. And starts lashing my sore hole and makes it feel better with attention and kisses.

“Someone has been pierced recently, by the looks of this redness.” Aziz asks. More a comment than a judgement. And he slaps the side of my ass. "You always were such a slut. I want details later." And he works his tongue some more. And I am fully hard, and dripping. And Aziz comes up and starts a prayer in Arabic - kinda the one I heard twice already today, and he presses his head to me with his hand and pierces me. Once in, he pauses. More prayers. Then he lifts me up and flips me into missionary, all while his massive cock is impaled in me. To the hilt. That's some twist! And then he fucks me. And he is a wonderful fuck. Strong, powerful, fast, slow, kind, considerate, mean, aggressive, kind. And I shot my load first, between us, then I feel him expand and his cum massing into me, and leaking from my hole. He kisses me and looks into my eyes.

“Thank you, I am so honored you came” and I’m like, double entendre or what? And he holds me, kisses me, and spends a lot of time with his eyes locked into mine. Kinda freaky, actually. I'm a cum and done kind of guy...

And he withdraws is 7” softy and goes down to kiss and lap and take his cum from my ass, and moves up and kisses me, long hard, and passionate. And I taste his essence. Fuck. He. Tastes. So. Good. I actually lick my lips to get more.

“I will stay with you tonight, but must leave at morning prayers and perform my husbandly duties after that. Then we can meet again. Say, 9:30 or 10?” And I roll over with strong arms and a massive chest to my back. And a hot cock at my ass. At rest, but I nestle my ass into him. And I’m out like a light. Fuck.

I wake up alone, in bed. Faraj is beside me on the floor and stands and hands me a glass of cool water. He places a hand on my flaccid cock and has a questioning look, and starts a slow pumping motion, as if to arouse it. Is he asking if I want him to jerk me off, or is he wondering where my morning wood is? Good questions. Time zone-wise, probably over London at the moment. I sit up in bed and nod to the bathroom. I am naked. He takes me to the toilet and holds my cock so I can piss. Then he draws a bath, and points me to my toothbrush and other personal items. No need to shave.

Faraj comes up with a comb and scissors and makes to trim my beard. And I say, ‘no’, and he says ‘yes’ and does so anyway. And it’s comb out ½” and snip, snip, snip and move it around. And repeat. And I gotta say, it’s cleaner, fluffier and less scruffy. And my hair has gotten much longer, too, I notice.

Faraj drops some liquid, which is clearly lemon oil by the smell, into the tub, and brings me over to it, and we step in. He starts at the top of my head, and he works down, cleaning me with a towel and some sort of soap. He gets me to sit and he rinses me. Then he stands me up and the water tingles. Some eucalyptus oil, no doubt. My armpits are cleaned and feel fresh, as is my chest. Then my cock, with his delicate fingers, and a lot of time in my ass, with those fingers on my taint. This is fun! He pushes his finger into my anus, frisky guy, not far, but in. Fuck. And then my balls and my legs and feet. And then we stand and he wraps me again in towels, and he brings me back to the bedroom for my robe. He kisses my penis and each testicle. They kinda like that, there’s the old penis throb. Phew.

And he pulls up these leather loafers in like 4 sizes, and gives me the ones that fit the best. The are clean and polished, but well worn and comfortable. And he holds what looks like a roll of wide gauze and asks me with his eyes if I need this. And I don’t know what it is. And he goes to wrap it around my penis. Under my balls for support, and that lifts my package up, big time. Then up further still. He places my cock down and over my raised balls and loosely wraps the gauze over my cock, leaving about 2” of the shaft and head exposed, but none-the-less wrapping it in place. And then he wraps some more. It’s secure and lifted and tight. I am not sure of the purpose. To keep an erection at bay? So my balls don’t ache from hanging in the heat? Maybe it’s in-lieu of underwear? He looks at me for approval, and not knowing jack-shit, I nod yes, he pins the end of the gauze into place at my back. And he hands me the end of my robe and pulls the robe over me. That package deal feels hot already. Whatever dude.

Then he pushes me to the mirror and extracts some eye liner. Maybelline. I shake my head no, like NFW. And he takes it to his face and does a thin line at the underside of the interior of his eye lid. And fuck, it looked hot. So I nod. And he does that to my eye lids. Small. You really cannot see it. And it looks hot. It gives my eyes a severe look. Then he opens a bottle and it smells like roses. And I look at him and raise my shoulders, like, whaaa? I got nothing here. And he reaches into his gauze constriction and rubs his oil scented finger onto my hole. Ah. Okay. Back to the ‘pure anus”. Gotcha. Then he takes a red and white head scarf and pulls it over my head and knots it into place. And he turns me to the mirror. Holy Fuck.

Standing facing me is a Eunuch. And next to the Eunuch is a HOT, fucking, wide shouldered, scruffy faced, stunningly eye’d, A-R-A-B Hunk! Fuck. Fucking massive package, look at the cock head on that guy! He corona is fully outlined and like inches from his body. This dude is fuckin HUNG! Score! And I break into a smile. Faraj does, too. And nice butt, too, I think. I pull my robe and you can clearly see a bubble. This is gonna be fun! Fuck, that is some MAN in the mirror, for sure. All man.

And then we sit and wait. I tried to get Faraj to go and take us for a walk, but he wouldn’t budge. Nor would he let me out. Not that I pushed it. I mean, I was curious to explore. What harm could there be in the family compound?!?

And we hear a knock and Aziz enters, and smiles again at me. Bigger smiles as I stand. And he snaps for Faraj to leave us. “You look like a good, fierce and light skinned Bedouin. God, Faraj did you proud. You make my cock twitch and I really want to fuck you, but it’s not time. I will bed you after afternoon prayers. I am so glad you are here. Come, feel my cock, which is hard for you” and indeed, there is a protrusion from his robe, and it’s big and heavy and pointing down. And it’s bobbing and throbbing with blood. What a fucking horn dog. And the stamina! So I reach out my hands and it is lovely and I roll it, and stroke it, and lift his robe so my hands can caress it properly. And I drop to my knees and kiss his cock and each of his balls. I blow on his penis as I move to stand up. It throbs. HOT. And I look at a clearly turned-on Aziz. And fuck, why do we have to wait. Fuck.

“Change of plans, Ethan. And we don’t have a lot of time. I need to leave tomorrow, and then you will leave in 4 days time. There is a lot for me to prepare you for in one day. But I have Lazim and Malek and Faiza all coming to meet you this morning. And a full schedule of soldiers to teach you what they can in the time we have.”

“I must let you know, there have been some disturbances in the province we are going to, and we are mustering our army to prepare. We will have double the number of soldiers, to start, with us on campaign, and my Father has called for additional troops here as well. This is a troublesome province, so I am sorry, but our camping trip has been upgraded to more like war. You do not need to come if you do not wish too. You will be safe here.” And he looks into my eyes. Searching. Fuck.

“Aziz, I am not a warrior, but I am pretty sure I can handle myself in most situations. And I’d like to be with you to help you if I can at all.” And he nods. “then we must strategize, and you must pick a camel mate quickly, so you can practice and coordinate before leaving.” And we sit and he holds me. “I am sorry, Ethan. I didn’t know I’d be bringing you into a bad situation. Things have been good here for so long. My apologies.” And he leans in and nuzzles my neck, and I can feel his cock expand. Damn, these dudes are horny! Fuck.

“Lazim is my usual camel mate. That does not mean he needs to be yours. He is handsome, strong, religious, and has a beautiful cock, and he can take mine, so he can take yours. He is a wonderful companion. And he is a TRUE warrior. I’d trust him with my life.”

“I’ve done campaigns with Malek before, and he is a generous lover. He cock is impressive, his technique is adequate. He is the most giving and resourceful of my three cousins. If you like his looks, then he is a very acceptable choice. He is wealthy, and smart, and his whole self is enervating. But he is less secure as a warrior.”

“Now Faiza is interesting. He is smart as all-get-out-fuck, like he knows what you are saying before you do. But he’s the smallest of the three. His cock is ample. It is pleasing and he can take you or sure. He’s not warm in-the-least towards men, he has 4 wives, and dutifully services them, with 12 children so far, but he seems less inclined to help the cousins. Which is why I was surprised that he volunteered to be your camel mate. If he pleases you, that’s fine. But I’d not personally choose him. There is something-up with him.” And I look at Aziz with a question. “I don’t know if the side of his family is rebelling against my father. He volunteered for this mission and to be with you. Why? Lazim wants your ‘pure’ ass, as does Malek. Faiza has given me no reason.” And he goes quiet. Fuck.

“First things first, you are not to go about the compound without Faraj at least and a guard or two. And you must not go to the baths. With anyone. At anytime. I cannot assure your safety there.” And he grabs my ass. “Trust me on this” and he tells me the tailors will be in, and the weapon-ers to arm me. And then the camel hostelry will come in and, with my mate, determine the best camel for us. Then he said some linguists will come and help with the language basics. “We are potentially going into war, Ethan. Which you did not sign up for. So please do not feel like you need to continue.”

“And your banquet has turned into our departure dinner. My father, the Sheik, will attend. I will be presenting him to you later this morning.” And he looks at me with glee. Gee, I already know a Sheik, now I’m gonna meet another! “It is a VERY high honor. And the entire family will be there for the banquet. I will coach you in how to behave and what to say. It is a VERY high honor indeed” and I’m like, okay, going to meet daddy. Yippee. Hardly the orgy I’d imagined when I booked the trip, but whatever, they got a crisis here, I can deal with that.

“Then you must ride with your camel mate. Faraj has wrapped you so you can ride hard on a camel” and he reaches down and confirms my nuts are lifted up. “Camels can be murderous on us bigger men, my friend. So Faraj has wrapped you in our fighting form, which my friends and I call the ‘up and out’ fighting mode. Makes men look very manly, doesn’t it?” and he smiles. Ah, got it. I’ve ridden on a lot of horses. Yep, saddles were invented for a reason. And by a well hung man, no doubt.

And I go into the bathroom to pee, and Faraj is in there. He lifts my 2” exposed cock head and aims it for me, with his other hand under to catch any drops. He shakes and squeezes.

Looking concerned. He pulls out this mini-knife like thing with a sheath. Showing me how it works. It’s maybe 4” long and tiny thin, but with a curved blade, like 3” up. And it has a metal T at the end. He applies some lubricant to it, and pulling the gauze aside over my anus, he gently inserts it into my ass. Not the best feeling, having a metal sheathed knife in your ass. But it stays. World’s smallest and deadliest butt plug. And I look at him and I put my hand on his face and I nod to him, showing him I understand. Faraj is charged with protecting me and caring for me and with this new game, he apparently takes his charge seriously. And apparently, I may have need of that deadly weapon. How and why, I cannot imagine. Fuck, no balls, but this guy has game. Fuck. What am I doing!?!

So Malek knocks and walks in confidently. First impression. Died and gone to heaven. He looks all ‘pure and white’ to me, Fuck. He is stunningly gorgeous and I could spend a lot of Saturday’s in his bed. His cock looks ample, thrust forward like mine, through his robe. He talks strongly and decisively with Aziz and he is nice. He comes up to me and runs his hands over my cock around my gauzed package, and smiles, then his hands are on my balls and he lingers on my ass. Caressing each cheek, and smiles again. His fingers probe my ass, feeling the metal there. Big, lecherous smile. And talks to Aziz in Arabic. Aziz responds back, laughing. Malek’s robe in pointing some more. Fuck. I see a drop of moisture appear at his cock head, soiling the robe.

Malek has questions, I have no idea what, and they go back and forth. Aziz tells me to take off my robe, which I do. And Malek grabs his cock through his robe as he looks at me…and Malek looks at Aziz and does a circular motion with his finger. I think he wants me to be unwrapped.

Faraj is there and he undoes his bandaging, rolling it up, until I am free of the cloth and naked before Malek and Aziz. “I apologize, Ethan. But please turn and expose your anus to Malek” and I Iook at him like, OKAY. I’m in semi mode, thinking, hoping, we are going into orgy mode with this hot dude, but I turn and bend and spread my legs and show my hole to Malek. I hear prayers in soft tones. Fuck. Malek walks up and fingers the sheath in my anus. He withdraws the knife, and cuts his finger with it. He reaches to my face and puts his bloodied finger into my mouth. Odd, that. And puts the knife back into its sheath. Carefully. His pressure feels awesome! Then he turns me and bends and kisses my swollen cock and each of my testicles. Aziz snaps to Faraj and Faraj re-wraps me. Fuck.

And Malek and Aziz are rapid fire in Arabic. Both ways, between them. I’m re-wrapped and re-robed and waiting for them to finish their discussion.

“Ethan. Malek thinks you are a very strong and fine man, and he has pledged his life to you in blood. He has also committed to taking care of you, by blessing your cock and each of your testicles. He believes your anus is pure, and that you can take him to Allah and Paradise. Go and sit with him, feel him, and take some time to try and communicate with him. His English is limited.” So I go to the couch and sit, facing Malek. He has a wide wet stain on his robe.

“Ethan, in our culture, having a wet stain is a sign of strength, vigor and desire and is a compliment from one man to another. Malek’s body is paying an honor to you.” And I reach out and touch his wet spot. I lean in and sniff the pre-cum. Malek lifts up his robe and his cock is pretty and what I can see, maybe 3”, and it’s straining under his wraps. I lick his head and he tastes good. Malek pushed my head onto his cock and I put his tip in”

“I said sit and communicate with him, Ethan. You will have time to bed each other later!” and Aziz is laughing. Malek is too. Fuck. I make a water sip sign and Malek nods, and I look to Faraj, who gets three glasses. I feel Malek’s strong arms. I pull him to me and I pull his robe over his head. Fuck. What a body. Hairy, strong. A warriors body. Fuck.

I move to get up, “Stay there Ethan” and I do, and they are like verbally sparring. I start to get a hard-on. Fuck. “Stand up in front of Malek” which I do, and he puts a hand down under my ass and the other to hold my chest. “Malek is asking you for the honor of bedding you soon, so he can pierce your pureness and you can bring him to Allah.” I nod. Why all of this waiting, right now would be just fine with me.

“But you must meet the other cousins before deciding.” And Aziz dismisses Malek, apparently. Malek leans in and deep kisses me. Hard. Wet and passionately. Wild that. Fuck. His taste. Fuck.

Aziz brings me to the couch and I turn to Aziz and I start asking him questions and how should I make a camel mate selection and he does a ‘cut’ move across this throat. I’m looking at Aziz with a questioning, ‘what is going on and what have I done wrong?’ and he holds a finger to his lips. “Later”. And a courtesan brings in food and tea and other drinks, non-alcoholic, of course, and I am sitting with Aziz. “What’s…” “Shhh. More later." And he leans into me and whispers, with moist warm breath into my ear, “these walls have 100 listeners.”

Okay, so man up a bit, and I nod. Aziz pours tea and starts “let me tell you about Faiza, and then we will introduce you to him.” And he stands and looks directly into my eyes. Holding them. Some shit is going on here.

“Faiza is one of my close cousins, being my father’s brother’s second oldest son. He is a very smart man, and a great warrior, and he has a massive cock (small shake of his head and a smirk) and is known as a tremendous lover, with many wives and children. He has the honor of having two wives discover they are with child on the same day. That is quite impressive, no?”

“He’d be an excellent choice for you to ride out with. I am sure you will like him and choose him as your camel mate. He would be my choice for you.” As he looks me in the eye and I know for a fact that’s a complete lie. WTF is going on here. Play the game.

“Unfortunately, while he is vigorous with his wives, he is a reluctant bed mate for his cousins.” Fuck. “I am sure he will do his duty and bed you, especially first to pierce you pureness. But I don’t believe he will bring you any other satisfaction during the campaign. So you will have to decide, brains and skill or pleasures of the flesh. But you will have a Eunuch to pierce if you have the need. And don’t be selfish, that is not an easy decision. Men who are not relieved of tensions regularly can make poor decisions in battle.” Uh-huh. Makes sense.

I look at Aziz and say: “Then I am sure he is the correct camel mate for me. Let’s not have any further interviews. If he is your choice, I’d like to meet him and say hello, and we have much work to do before the campaign.” And I look blankly at a man I love, who is fuck-all trying to tell me something, and I don’t know what it is.

“Ethan, I will bring Faiza in to meet you and I am happy if you are happy with him, but I am honor bond to introduce you to my other cousin and your potential camel mate, which is Lazim. And you should not, per Islamic rights, make a decision until you have met all of the candidates. Is that understood?

“And praise be to Allah, but when are afternoon prayers going to be called?!?” and you can see a moist spot on his robe by his crotch where he was sitting and there are two other dried stains.

“You are driving me mad, Ethan, and I must pierce your pureness as soon as prayers are over!” Fuck. Works for me.

And FUCK, I’m thinking. How different from home is this place? Here, you are a hero to fuck your wife. Twice a day. And she wants you to fuck your other wives. And then you get to fuck your buddies in the afternoon. And it’s like ‘cool’ to have precum stains all over your robe. Showing the world what a horn dog you are. And the guy with the biggest bulge wins. Wow. Fuck. And at home, I count myself lucky to get it twice in one night! One and done is the norm. Fuck. I’d be disappointed if I wasn’t getting dicked like, what, 3 times at least here, each day. FROM HOT ALL-MAN MEN. Not a ‘fag’ amongst them. Well, not counting the Eunuchs. I should have brought my husband #1. Perfect place for him. Fuck.

A courtesan knocks and speaks quickly to Aziz. He turns to me “Unfortunately, Faiza has been unavoidably delayed and will join us as soon as he can.” And he nods his head to me. “Let me give you a tour of the compound” and he opens the door and I’m surprised to see two armed guards on either side of the door. Huh. They remain, and two others appear from somewhere and remain out of earshot as we walk.

“Ethan. I do not have much time. Something is not right in the compound and I know I can trust a small group of friends, and I will let you know who those friends are. But there is rot in the house and I need to root it out. You should know that most rooms in this house are not secure and have what we call ’50 ears and 50 eyes’, meaning nothing you say or do in your room is at all private. I get reports about you and all of my other cousins from these eyes. Some can be trusted, some not. But we cannot be truthful to each other unless I say that we can be. And on a walk is one place we can be assured of privacy.” And he waves his hands around “look around the compound like I am showing it to you” and I do.

“I would be much happier having Malek or Lazim as your camel mate. Malek has sworn himself to you, and he is a fierce lover and fighter. Lazim will no doubt do the same.” And he rubs my back. “You are truly special, my friend, and when are prayers as I need to bed you!” and you can see he is tenting. It’s like 10:45. I reach in and cop a feel. Fuck.

“We believe in keeping our enemies close. And I know I can trust you. And I know Faiza is involved with this rot. He has no reason to want to ride with you. And if you rode with him, you could keep him close to you and alert me or the others if anything awry happens. Or I can have whomever you do not choose as the mate for Faiza.”

And he’s deadly serious. Quite the dichotomy. Fucking leaking pre-cum and sporting serious wood and fighting for your life. Strange lands.

“Ethan. You must keep your guard up with Faiza. You must keep your knife secret from him, too. Remove it before he pierces you, if you do choose him. And check his anus before you let him bed you. We Arabs are known to pierce, meet Allah, and slice the throat of our vessel to paradise, so that he may join Allah as well. It’s an honor, but I think you’d prefer the honor of cumming on your own or taking your honor from your man, no?” And I nod. Fuck.

“And keep your strength, stamina and fitness from him. He will see you are a strong man, but don’t let him know all that you can do, understand?” and I nod. “I don’t mean to be impolite, but you should show him weakness, too. Act like a girl. Make faces when he pierces you, and ravage his cock. Complain. You want him to be disgusted with you. Then he will reveal his lies and his true self.” And I nod. Oh shit.

We walk back to the compound. “But I cannot do it, Ethan. I let the 100 eyes know I know something is up with Faiza, and that I want you to choose him, as I know it will get back to him. That news is probably what delayed him from meeting you. But I want you to choose Lazim or Malek. Either one would be a better mate for Faiza. First and foremost that they can understand what he is saying, and you will not. Okay” And he looks deep into my eyes. And I can feel his hard cock swatting at mine. I'm wet, too. Fuck. When are these fucking afternoon prayers! Fuck.

Faiza. Didn’t like him on site. But I’m a pretty decent actor and I faked it up. And I went a little feminine on him. Eyeing his cock and showing me tenting for him. You can see disgust in his eyes. He and Aziz are talking. Nope, wouldn’t ride with the son of a bitch if he was the last dude with a dick around.

Similar routine. He is asking questions. He feels up my arms and assesses the strength of my chest. He ignores my cock. I rub my wet spot against his cock, and he pulls his dick back. No fun this one. Not even a semi. He may ravage the ladies, but he’d be a lame fuck.

Faraj had removed my knife before Faiza arrived. Faiza speaks in Arabic and Aziz tells me to turn around and pull up my robe and bend over. Faiza sticks his fingers in and pulls the gauze away to see my anus. He assesses, comments to Azis and lets the gauze fall back into place. Doesn’t seem like old Faiza was too impressed. He’s talking to Aziz.

“Faiza can see why others think you are white and pure. He said he’d pierce you regularly if it was his duty to do so. But he doesn’t think you two would be a good match. So he is declining the honor of being considered as a camel mate. That is not a bad thing, as he is doing it on your behalf, so there is no shame or insult.”

Faiza kneels in front of me, and kisses one foot and then the other. He pulls a knife from his leg and cuts his finger, drawing blood. He re-sheaths his knife, stands and places his finger into my mouth.

“He has blood sworn to protect you, though, which is interesting. Didn’t see that one coming. Nod and thank him. Bow your head in thanks.” And I do so, and Faiza leaves us.

Lazim. Fuck. That was love (or lust) and first sight, and it was totally mutual. Believe me, I know the signs. And a fully erect cock is definitely a clue a guy likes what he sees. And that growing moistness. And him holding his cock and squeezing it and he’s asking Aziz questions and he’s bending over slightly. Dude. Spank it already! Fuck. We’ve all been there!

And fuck all, the dude is HOT. Big, strong, hairy, handsome and lithesome. Fuck. He asks Aziz some questions. And he turns to me. He moves with grace!

“Do you know how to ride a camel?” in perfect British accented English. Fuck. And his voice is an octave lower in English. And his heavy cock is just shimmering with his movements under his robe. And he turns to Aziz. “Please have a camel brought round to the back compound. I want to put Ethan in and see how we fit together.” And Aziz speaks to Faraj and Faraj leaves the room to do so.

“I can ride horses well, I have no idea if the skill translates.” And he nods. “Any weapons training” and I nod, “I can handle a shot gun and a pistol, but I’ve never fired in battle or in anger” and he nods.

“I really, really want to lift your robe and witness this fantastic ass of yours. But as you can see, I am in no fit state for further temptation or stimulation! You are hot, Ethan. Fuck you need to be my camel mate, please. I’ll give you a few of my children and even a few of my unborn. Fuck, I’ll toss in a wife, too. To fuck that ass 3 times a day will not be enough for me, I’m telling you man!” And he also kneels and kisses my feet and cuts his PALM and brings the blood to my mouth and rubs the iron tasting goo into my mouth, praying in Arabic and I can feel his cock at my ass. Fuck. I have a new camel mate.

And Aziz is just grinning and he comes between the two of us and puts an arm around the both of us and pulls us into him. “I told you that you guys would like each other! Ha.” And he pulls us over to the door and we turn left and walk to the back compound, guards following. And there is this pissed off single humped camel, standing there, with a boy attendant. Fuck.

Lazim walks to the camel and strokes his face and speaks to him in a whisper in Arabic. The camel twitches his tail. Lazim pats him on the side. “This is a real warrior camel, Ethan. Check out his balls! I’m going to get on first. And he might not like that. He’s pissed at something. I’ll work to calm him down. When he is calm, I will pull you up to me, okay. Then we’ll walk around a few times so we can get the feel of him. See if we can get him to pick up some speed. You good with that?” and I nod. “Any questions?” and I’m just looking at his erect cock. He sees my eyes and looks down at it too. “I know, right. I got it bad! Sorry man!” and he just smiles cheekily at me. Fuck. Then he mounts the camel.

The camel does not like that. Tries to shake Lazim off, but Lazim is clearly a skilled rider. Fuck, those legs. He walks him around a little and then he comes over to me and pulls me up by the right arm. He slides back on the camel, putting me in front of him. I thought I was supposed to be in the back. And I look over at Aziz who is smiling and shaking his head. Fuck.

And then we get into a trot, or whatever camels do. And I feel his hot, soft, piece of steel at my back. Fuck. That cock is fucking massive. And Lazim kicks the camel into speed and he goes out of the compound at a crisp speed. Up and down we bounce, and I feel that cock and I’m leaking pre-cum and fuck. And It’s hot and I get why my balls are wrapped up. Fuck. And I have Lazim’s arms around me and I want to kiss him, Fuck. And I hear Lazim panting. And breathing faster and he’s whispering, “You are so fucking hot, dude. Fuck” and I feel his cock spasming behind me. And he’s RUBBING hard into me with each thrust. Fuck. And I feel his moisture. Fuck. And he shoots like what feels like an obscene amount of cum and he halts the camel. Turns him around and he leans into me. “Fuck, but I needed that. Fuck.” And he just holds onto me as we walk back to the compound.

“Lazim, you are a bad example around Ethan. And you are incorrigible. You know Ethan needs to learn to ride behind you, and your own selfish needs can't take precedence over Ethan’s safety.” But Aziz is smiling, so I know it’s okay.

“Man, you have no fucking idea how badly I needed to do that, and I don’t have a partner for afternoon prayers as I have a security detail I need to do. And no way was I waiting for evening prayers.” And Lazim dismounts and turns to me. It looks like he’s pee’d himself and he holds his arms up for me “Put your leg over his head and DON’T kick him” and I slide into him. And leans in and pulls me to him and kisses me. “Thank you man. I really needed that.” And his eyes are happy.

“I doubt it’s come up yet, but oldest Arab boy trick in the world to get off is to be the back rider and hump your mate’s back. We all have done it.” And he looks at Aziz with a grin. “And a wet spot on the back of your robe is considered an honor. You got one of us off without penetration. I’d suggest not washing it…it’ll start to smell pretty good shortly” and he’s just grinning at me. And my cock is like rock solid and he’s like “what about me!” when are these fucking afternoon prayers? And I reach over and swat Lazim’s not deflated cock. “No worries man. Glad to prvide some relief” and I go swat Aziz’s cock. Just to mess with him. Fuck.