My Year with Khaled
by Shushali


CONTENTS:


Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
 


FOREWORD

This story has been quite the journey. I started it perhaps four or so years ago, and while I considered releasing it in instalments, I've never been a fan of that since I never know when I will have time to write. So instead, I'm releasing this story as a single novel, fully finished and complete. While I debated breaking it into smaller files, I chose to break it into manageable chapters instead. The hardest part has been proofreading, since it's so time-consuming to read a story of this size over and over.

Apologies if I messed up any of the Pashto translations. It's been so long, I really didn't remember more than phonetics, and so I had to dig around to try and get the words. Should someone want to provide corrected translations, feel free to drop me a line. Author contact information is at the end of the file.
 

CHAPTER 1

I joined the Cub Scouts when I was young, like many boys my age did. You know, getting badges, DYB DYB DYB, DOB DOB DOB and all that stuff. This was long before 9/11, commercial internet, home computers or even video game consoles. If you wanted to play a video game, you took your quarters to the arcade. Back then, things were pretty evenly split between pinball machines and video games. However, for the most part kids would play outside, not hide away in their basements or sit glued to their cell phones as they do now.

My father put me into the Cub Scouts hoping that I could make some new friends. We had moved to a new city almost a year ago, and I still had no friends. At ten years old, I had already moved four times because of my dad's job. It's hard to compete with kids who have known each other since pre-kindergarten. They all knew one another, and I was an outsider.

I was always an outsider.

As such, I was a bit nervous when I was told the Cub Scouts would be going on a camping trip up north for a week. However, being ten years old (turning eleven in the following month), I still was excited as I had never been on this type of outing before. Although I was in the Cub Scouts before we moved, this was my last year as a Cub Scout since I would be too old once I turned eleven.

We all met in the parking lot at a local school and filed onto the bus. The trip lasted almost three hours, with a break along the way, which ended in a remote parkland retreat. There was one large cabin where all the cubs had their bunks. Once inside I was amazed at the height of the room for us boys. They had bunk beds around the perimeter of the room that were THREE high. I was glad I didn't have to sleep on the top bunk since it was 7 feet off the ground. The centre of the room had picnic tables where we could eat without being eaten alive by bugs.

There were only two adults overseeing the thirty-six boys, so they had enlisted the help of four Boy Scouts, all about fifteen to seventeen years old. I had no way to know and I never asked. They had a small room just outside the only door to the dorm, aside from an emergency exit. The two adults slept in a small cabin beside the dorm building.

One of the things that really bothered me was the water. There was running water, and a water fountain, but it smelled like sewage, and left a taste in your mouth. I don't know where they were getting it from, but it was awful.

On the first night, I was in my pajamas and I needed to go to the washroom since I forgot to go before bed. I had only been in bed about an hour at this point, but most of the other kids were asleep. As I pushed open the dorm door, I could hear voices coming from the room where the Scouts were sleeping. As I walked past their room, they glanced at me as I passed. Their door was open, likely so they could get a breeze. After having a pee, I took a drink of water on my way back. Again, I was assaulted by the awful smell. I took another small drink and went to return to the dorm.

As I passed by the Scouts room again, I noticed a couple of cases of pop in the back corner of their room. Turning back, I got up my courage to approach them. Stepping into the doorway of the partly open door, I said "Hi."

They looked at me with a scowl before one of them asked, "Why aren't you in bed?"

"I wanted a drink, but the water tastes awful, could I have a can of pop?"

The room was square with two bunk beds on either side. Each boy was sitting or lying on his bunk. Following me making my request, the boy on the bunk behind the door pushed it closed with his foot.

"Keep your voice down!" barked one scout in a hushed voice, "You're not supposed to know about it."

I really didn't care if they were hiding drugs; I just wanted to drink something that didn't taste like sewage. Pleading with them in a hushed voice I said, "Can I have one PLEASE...?!"

"What's your name?" asked one of them.

"Jamie." I replied, as I took a look around.

On the right lower bunk was Greg, whose name I would soon come to learn. He was white, with steel blue eyes and shoulder-length dirty blond hair. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. His body was lightly suntanned, and he was lying on his back with his legs bent at the knees, and his hands behind his head. Above him was Khaled, he was South Asian, with brown hair and eyes. He was brown skinned, and he sat with his legs crossed Indian style. On the left top bunk was Sasha, whose parents I found out later were originally from Thailand. He had a slightly tanned body, with shoulder-length black hair and black eyes. Lying on his side facing me, he was clad in a pair of dark colored jockey shorts. Lastly was Clem. He was black, with short black hair and black eyes. Chocolate brown in color, he was sitting with one leg crossed and one leg bent, clad only in a pair of white briefs.

They mumbled and gestured back and forth, but with all the voices, I wasn't able to follow what was being said. Then they all started to smile at one point, as Clem who was acting as the leader, began to speak. "You're in big trouble Jamie..." he said, "You shouldn't have come in here."

Somewhat concerned, I responded, "What did I do!? I just wanted a drink!"

"I know," Clem continued while staring at me menacingly, "but you Cub's aren't supposed to know about it. If the others find out, everyone will want some; then when we don't give it to them, they'll complain. Then we'll get in trouble. If that happens, you'll be in trouble. We might just turn him in right now, huh Greg?"

Greg rose up onto his elbow. "Oh yeah, that way if you squeal, we can say you are only making it up because we caught you."

Becoming nervous, I said "But I haven't done anything!"

Clem spoke up and said, "Don't worry, we'll think of something." I felt myself hit the back of the door, as I had been unconsciously backing up. At this point, I regretted ever coming into the room in the first place.

Khaled, who seemed to be the nice one, spoke up, "Give him a break Clem, he's just a kid."

Clem pondered Khaled's request, then softened his tone. "Greg, you remember what were we talking about?"

"Him?!" Greg asked in an incredulous voice. "No way man! He's only a kid, and besides, what if he told?"

"He's not gonna say anything." Clem retorted.

"I'm not a homo man." Greg added, still unconvinced of what Clem was trying to propose.

"Don't be a moron," Clem chided, "You're only a homo if you do it to him, not if he does it to you. Right Sasha?"

We all looked up at Sasha, and he silently nodded his head in the affirmative with a serious expression on his face as if we were debating the finer points of law. Greg was now acting as if he knew this all along, and he seemed to drop his objections. However, I still didn't know what was going on.

"Either we're all in or not." Clem announced, "Does anyone want out?"

There was silence in the room as they all looked at one another, watching to see if anyone would speak up.

No one did.

Clem turned to me and said, "Well Jamie, we're going to cut you a break. You do some things for us, and we'll let you have some pop."

At this point, I was ready to run 20 miles for them if it got me out of trouble, "You're not going to hurt me...?"

"Nope."

"OK." I responded with trepidation. This statement was a huge mistake that would soon cost me the innocence of my youth.

"You're a good kid..." Clem smiled at me before continuing, "Here's the deal... We're horny right now. Yuno, when your cock gets hard?"

While nodding, I had no idea what he was talking about. Then again, I didn't know what a �cock� was, aside from it being a swear word that kids sometimes used. I just nodded and pretended to understand.

Clem continued, "So you're gonna suck our cocks." After making his revelation, he eyed me curiously to see my reaction.

I paused for a moment, since I now had to admit I didn't understand. "What's a 'cock'?" I asked in an oblivious manner.

Clem and Greg burst into hushed laughter at my ignorance, while Sasha just shook his head in disbelief. Khaled was emotionless and seemed oddly indifferent about it all. After a few moments, Clem shushed Greg, who had to put a pillow over his face to quiet himself.

Although I had heard the word 'cock' when older kids used it in the schoolyard during recess, I had no idea what it meant, nor had I ever used the word myself. Same with the word 'fuck', 'cunt' and others. I had heard them used by older kids sometimes, and I knew they were swear words, but I didn't know what they meant. At ten years old, while you hear many swears, you don't know what they mean. I never used those words. I was a good kid.

This was long before the internet. It was a different time back then.

Clem was only happy to educate me on the slang usage of the word 'cock'. Pulling his penis out of his briefs, he held it with one hand and announced, "This is a cock."

My eyes grew wide, not from Clem exposing himself to me, but from the realization of putting two and two together. I stood in shock for a moment as the reality hit me. "You want me to put your... 'thing'... into my mouth?!" I blurted out loud, now that I understood what he was asking of me.

"Shhh! Keep your voice down!" Greg said in a loud whisper.

Clem's voice changed as he tried to impart the seriousness of my choices. "You don't have a choice. If you don't do what we say, this will be the worst week of your life. But if you do what we say, you won't get in trouble, and we'll let you drink our pop."

At this point, I knew I had to do what they said. I had tried to think of a way out of this, but none of my ideas would have worked. They all involved being on the other side of the closed door behind me. In my mind, I was working over the implications, since I really didn't want to get sent home because of this.

"What's it going to be?" Clem asked impatiently.

"But I don't want to..." I moaned, hoping for a last ditch reprieve.

"Do you want to get in trouble or not?" Clem's voice was sharp and cold. His eyes made it clear that he wanted this, and he had no intention of being denied.

Dejectedly I replied, "OK."

"Go get your stuff and bring it in here. From now on, you sleep with us."

What happened next were a series of sexual experiences that I never really understood the significance of until later in life. As you can imagine, at ten years old in that day and age you aren't taught about these kinds of things, so I never personally understood the stigma of it until I was well into my teens. However, until high school, I never saw it as something inherently negative. I was never told that I should consider it as such. Since no one knew about it, outside of those involved, no one told me this was not socially acceptable behavior. So I came to accept these actions as a normal part of growing up, thinking that this was what all kids went through.

Needless to say, that is not the case.

While people often think it is the Scout Leaders that are the ones abusing kids, the real irony here is that it wasn't the leaders that took advantage of me, it was the Scouts themselves.


CHAPTER 2

I opened the door and quietly went back into the dorm. Grabbing my duffle bag and dragging my open sleeping bag, I slowly returned to their room. The main light was out and a table lamp was on. It was darker, but you could still see everyone clearly. Clem was sitting with his penis in his hand, stroking it gently. "There's a foam mattress under my bed. Take it, and put it under the window. You'll sleep there. Come back to my bunk when you're done."

I complied and returned to his bunk and stood in front of him. Sliding back to the wall at the head of his bunk, he lay in a reclining position and motioned for me to come onto his bed. I crawled between his spread legs and looked in awe at his large penis. Although when I say 'large' I should qualify my remarks as meaning 'large' compared to mine. It was normal size for a boy of his age, but compared to my member it was 'huge'.

"Cool huh?" he asked rhetorically after seeing me stare. "Come closer." he said in a quiet tone, and I cautiously moved in further.

I was on my hands & knees in front of him, and leaning forward he took my head in his hands. Feeling me tense up and seeing the fear in my eyes he quietly said, "Just relax. I promise it won't hurt." He moved my head closer to his throbbing organ. With one hand, he pointed his black penis at my face while the other continued to pull my head forward. With my face only inches from his member, he slowly and deliberately started to rub his penis all over my face as I grimaced with discomfort and started to whine.

It's hard to explain what was going through my mind at the moment his organ touched my face for the first time. I must admit, on the one hand I was fascinated by his penis, since it was so - different. It was odd how the skin on the sides of his penis was noticeably darker then the head.

However, no one ever talked about sex, oral or otherwise, at our age. The most I had seen was a nude woman in a playboy I found behind my school once. The pages had been rained on and were wrinkled, but the images were still legible. That was all I really I knew about 'sex'. So to say I was unprepared for what was about to happen is an understatement of significant proportions. Did I think doing this was wrong? Yes, of course I did. Somewhere in my gut, a voice was saying that I should get the hell out of there. However, these were the days before kids were 'street-proofed'. I didn't know what to do.

Now rubbing his penis on my lips, Clem finally moaned the word "open" as he held my head firmly. I resisted and he asked again, this time in a more demanding tone. As soon as I complied, he pulled my head forward. The spongy head of his penis flared my lips as it slowly began to enter my mouth, inch by inch. As he reached the back of my throat, I gagged and struggled before he eased off.

"You're all right, just keep your teeth back. Move your tongue around and suck on it."

His right hand joined his left hand on my head, and he patiently started to work his penis in and out of my mouth. However, he was decent enough not to gag me on it again. His movements were slow and calculated, since he was obviously enjoying this and was in no hurry for it to end. Although I did catch my teeth on his penis a couple times in the beginning, he gave me a light smack on the side of the head and reminded me to be careful.

I was still trying to adapt to having a penis in my mouth, which was difficult. For the most part, I hadn't even begun to think about the homosexual aspect of sucking a guy's penis, since I had never really been exposed to sex in this way, and I didn't know anything about 'gays' anyway. Kids my age knew little about sex with the opposite gender, let alone sex with same gender. This was a totally new experience for me, so I was more just trying to come to grips with what it all.

After about ten minutes of this, my jaw was starting to get a bit sore, and I although I tried pulling back at times, he held me firm. Shortly after that, his pace quickened and I sensed something was going to happen.

At this point, he moaned, "I'm cumming!"

Not knowing what to expect, I was surprised as the first shot of semen hit the back of my mouth. I had no idea what it was, or if it would sicken me. Panicking, I struggled fiercely and again tried to pull back, but my efforts were futile since his grip was like a vice. As the second hot stream entered my mouth, I realized that I would have to swallow or I would soon be choked.

"Swallow!" he demanded in a hushed tone.

With urgency, I swallowed gulp after gulp of his hot fluids, hoping that it would end soon.

"That's it...," he said as he continued to deposit his load in my mouth.

As the spurts subsided, I felt his tension relax as he shot the last of his cum into my mouth. I had long since stopped struggling, and he relaxed his grip on my head and told me "You done good, now just relax and clean my dick."

Doing as I was told I nursed on his now shrinking organ. After a minute, Clem lifted his foot off my back and casually pushed me away. "Go to bed." That night I had some strange dreams, but I was at least happy that the strange experience was behind me. I woke up with the rest of them, and we all went to have breakfast.

During the day, things went normally, until after lunch when Clem asked me to help him get some equipment from the storage room. Once inside he wasted no time in pushing me to my knees and shoving his penis into my face. As I opened my mouth to protest, he pushed his organ in, making quick work of humping my face. Cumming shortly after that, he wiped his penis on my lips, and stuffed it back into his shorts.

As if nothing had happened, he told me, "Pick up those things and bring them out to the activity area."

Still stunned at this event, I complied, and left. At this point, I became concerned that this was going to happen often. I had thought that I only had to do what he wanted last night and it would be over. This was obviously not the case as Clem enjoyed my mouth on two more occasions that day. Without warning, when he had me alone, I found myself on my knees sucking his black penis before I knew what was happening. I was powerless to resist since he was quite strong. Each time he would use my mouth until he creamed, forcing me to swallow.

Little did I know what the next seven nights would hold for me.

That evening as I prepared for bed, I overheard Clem mentioning to a leader that I was having nightmares. He continued saying that I was going to be sleeping on the floor in their room so I didn't wake the rest of the pack. Nodding he left to return to his cabin. As I entered the room, they were arguing about something. Then someone produced a deck of cards. I watched as Khaled, Greg and Sasha all drew cards from the deck. Looking at the cards, I saw the outcome. Khaled had drawn a seven, Sasha had drawn a jack, and Greg had drawn a king. With a grin on his face, Greg turned to me and said, "Yeah! It looks like I get you tonight."

I turned to Clem and protested, "I did what you wanted; why do I have to keep doing this?"

Clem responded, "Just do what you're told."

I turned my head and eyes to the floor before pouting my lips and whimpering, "This isn't fair."

"Life isn't fair." Clem remarked in a cold and emotionless tone. "Get used to it."

Turning my head, I slowly looked over to Greg and saw that he already had his penis out and was gently massaging it. Greg caught my gaze and said with a sarcastic voice, "You look hungry. Why don't you come over and have a snack?"

I wasn't amused by his pun, because I didn't 'get it'. I watched as he moved to the back to his bunk and sat down. Removing his shorts, he spread his legs and placed his feet on the frame of the bed, then laced his fingers together and placed his hands behind his head. Still motionless, I felt a push from behind, and found myself on my hand and knees on the bed. Clem had gotten up to 'assist' me, since I was just standing there.

Using the back of his heel, Greg pulled my head towards his crotch, where his penis was pointing at my lips. Knowing what was expected of me, I opened my mouth, and he slipped his warm organ into my small mouth. I slowly worked my head up and down, while trying hard to keep my teeth from scratching him. From his moaning, I assumed I was doing OK.

"Oh man, this is fucking awesome!" Greg exclaimed as he continued to enjoy my oral services. "I'm so glad you talked me into this."

"See, I told you man." Clem replied in an 'I told you so' manner. "But keep your voice down..."

Soon I felt Greg nearing his peak. Grabbing my head, he plunged his penis in and out my mouth a few times, but in his excitement, his penis slipped out. As my mouth left his penis it began to shoot, releasing spasm after spasm of hot semen onto my face as I closed my eyes and tried to turn my head away. His hold was firm though, and my face was quickly covered. Relaxing his grip, he laid back on the bed, letting out a sigh of relief. I was getting up to clean myself when Greg asked, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to clean my face."

"No man, you gotta eat my cum."

"Eat what? What's 'cum'?" I asked, again unaware of this slang word's meaning.

He shook his head in disbelief that I didn�t know what cum was. "Don't you know anything? Cum, it's that stuff all over your face."

"So you want me to eat your... cum... off my face?"

"Yeah, now you got it."

"How?" I asked, still not 100% sure what I needed to do.

Shaking his head again and letting out a chuckle, he said, "Sit down." as he waved me over with his hand. I complied, as I started to feel his semen start to slide down my face a bit. "Give me your hand. OK, now point your finger." With my finger pointed, he took hold of my wrist and used my finger to pick up a glob of 'cum', as he called it. He then took my finger and pushed it into my mouth. He repeated this a couple times, grabbing each drop of his seed that was on my face, and making sure that it was safely deposited into my mouth. "Now you do it." He said as he released my hand, and I continued to fish the wet globs of cum off my face and onto my finger, before putting my finger in my mouth and sucking it clean.

The sight of this made his penis begin to harden again. "Awww shit, I'm getting hard again!" said Greg as he began to pull my head to his penis for a second time.

"Nooo..." I whined as tried to reject his advances. It was pointless though, as he unceremoniously pushed his organ back inside my warm oral cavity. Almost twenty minutes later his efforts were rewarded by another release of sperm, this time inside my mouth. After licking his penis dry, I got up and went to bed.

Waking up in the morning, I had to wash my face to get rid of dried semen that was left over from last night. Heading out for the day, I hoped I could avoid running into Greg, as I was worried he would likely do as Clem had done and want me to service him during the day. However it soon become clear that they had arranged that the 'winner' boy got to have me the day following me servicing them, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I was scheduled for canoeing after lunch. There were two cubs and one scout to each canoe, except mine, which had Greg alone.

We set off down the river that was near camp. After letting all the other canoes go first, we pushed off. Not knowing what to expect, I watched Greg as he put together some items. First, he put a couple of seat cushions on the bottom of the boat. Next, he took an extra unused life vest and placed it on top. The result looked somewhat like a toilet seat with no hole below it. He directed me to lie down with my feet tucked into one end of the canoe, and I had to slide myself under the seat that straddled the middle of the boat. He then positioned my head in the centre of the four-inch think life vest opening. In this position, I was unable to move or turn my head very much.

Looking around, Greg quickly slipped out of his swimming trunks. The canoe was high enough that the other cubs would not know what was going on. He sat down behind me, and started to paddle. Once we were far enough away from shore, Greg made his intentions known in a very direct manner. "I want you to suck my balls."

"What? I don't get it..." I said, not grasping what he was talking about. To me balls were things you bounced, so what he said made no sense.

"Balls. The two round things under your cock...? You must have balls." Greg said in an impatient manner.

"Oh, those." I paused before adding, "I still don't get it." I was still clueless of what he was asking.

Greg let out an annoyed sigh. "It's simple OK? I'm going to sit on your face, and then you'll open up that little mouth of yours and suck on my ball sack. I had a girl suck on my balls once and it felt amazing, but she wouldn't do it for more than a minute. You're gonna do it longer. Remember, watch the teeth, suck 'em gently, and use your tongue too." Without waiting for me to respond to his instructions, he deftly repositioned himself kneeling on top the life vest, facing away from my feet. Then he adjusted his position so that his ball sack was resting on my nose. Widening his legs a bit, he moved the inch or so needed for his balls to hit their mark. With them now sitting on my lips, I had not yet opened my mouth. When he was describing what he intended me to do, I had started to consider the implications of it.

I had already sucked off Clem and Greg, and now Greg wanted me to suck on his balls. Something about this was all wrong, but I was so far involved that I didn't know how to get myself out of it. What am I saying, 'something about this was all wrong'...?!? Here I was lying in the bottom of a canoe in the middle of nowhere with a teenage boy sitting on my face. I was totally out of my element and beyond belief of what was happening.

My distraction made me unaware that Greg was expecting me to open my mouth, so instead of asking me, he simply pinched my nostrils. By reflex my mouth popped open, and he pressed his balls inside. I instinctively started to use my tongue on it, and this seemed to please him greatly. Over the course of time, which I had no way to know, I sucked, licked and kissed his balls in every way possible. However, to be perfectly honest, I was bored out of my mind.

After a while, he shifted his position and stuffed his rock hard penis into my mouth, which didn't take long to suck to orgasm. After choking down his load and after his penis has shrunk, he pulled it out of my mouth.

"Time for something different." Putting down the oar, he stood up to a low crouch with his hands on the sides of the canoe, and then he deftly turned himself around so he was facing my feet. As he started to lower himself to my face, his bum hole was now less than a foot away from my mouth.

"Hey," I protested, "what are you doing?"

"Just shut up." he barked, "I've been dying to try this."

"Try what?"

"I want you to lick it."

"Lick what?"

"Are you blind? It's right in front of your face."

It took a moment for my mind to put two and two together, and when it finally clicked, I was repulsed. Did he really expect me to lick his bum?

"No way! That's gross!"

"Either you do it, or you swim back. Your choice."

Could I swim? Sure. I had been swimming since I was four years old. However, I was never a spectacular swimmer. That wasn't my concern though. Since I was lying in the bottom of the boat, I had no idea where I was. I did what any kid my age would do in these circumstances.

I started to cry my eyes out.

"Oh com'on, don't be such a baby." he snapped, clearly annoyed at my outburst.

"But I don't want to do it!" I whimpered between sobs.

"Look, it's not like I'm gonna take a dump in your mouth... I just want you to lick my hole. We were just swimming, so it's not like it's dirty."

My sobs had turned to sniffles.

"Just try it." His voice had calmed, and he was clearly trying to win me over without threats. "Trust me, it won't be that bad." Taking the initiative, Greg started to lower his hole to my lips. I saw his hands reach around behind him as he pulled his cheeks apart. "Stick out your tongue."

At this make or break moment, I gave in. Yeah it was gross, and yeah I didn't want to do it. However, since I felt like I had no choice I stuck out my tongue.

In his haste, he neglected to consider he wouldn't be able to see if I had complied, and he assumed that I was still resisting. "Com'on, stick out your tongue!"

"I am!" I snapped back at him, annoyed that I had given in and he was asking again.

"OK, OK..." he remarked in an apologetic tone as he lowered his butt onto my face. His first contact was a bit off the mark, and so he adjusted based on the feel of my tongue. After correcting, he sank down the remaining distance onto my tongue. He let out a long sigh as he relaxed his weight onto my face, and then he released his hands from his bum. "Oh man, this is so fucking awesome!" Greg remarked in a burst of profanity. "Just move your tongue around and try and push it in a bit too."

I could hear him pick back up the oar and start to paddle again. As I serviced him, I would hear the sounds of the boat. The hollow sound when the boat creaked, the sound of the paddle as he pushed it slowly through the water, and the sound of the water as it trickled pass the boat. I was most focused on the sounds since my view was restricted. I could only see straight up, where the clear blue sky provided no indication of what the area was like around us. However, I was able to tell that we had turned around not long ago, since the sun was on the other side from where it was before. It seemed we were on our way back. Shortly before we reached the dock he again made use of my mouth to suck him to orgasm, then he left his soft penis in my mouth as he slowed down and navigated us to beside the dock.

Seeing no one around, Greg got up and quickly put back on his bathing suit. "You can get up now, we're back." I complied, and got out of the boat. As I walked away from the dock, I looked around and realized that I had not seen any of the scenery from the trip.

I went back to camp hoping that the next boy would treat me better.

Tonight it was Sasha. We had been inside for a couple of hours already because of a heavy thunderstorm. When it was time for lights out, Clem went to the dorm to shut them off, and I was sitting on the floor on my sleeping bag. Sasha was on his top bunk reading a magazine, although I couldn't tell what it was from my angle. Hoping he would forget, I quietly slipped into my sleeping bag and closed my eyes. Almost asleep, I felt a nudging at my head. Standing over me was Sasha, poking my head with his foot. "Come on, Jamie. It's my turn." Mumbling to myself, I got up and climbed up to his upper bunk. The lights were already dimmed, and he was only wearing briefs. He sat in the top corner of his bunk, and leaned back against the wall. "I'm still reading, but you can suck on this while you wait." Sasha said as he presented his tanned foot to my face.

I looked at him quizzically, so he continued, "I want you to lick my foot all over, and suck on the toes too." As he spoke, he moved one of his feet to my face, and pressed his big toe to my lips. Not understanding why he wanted this, I still did it, as I parted my lips to let his toe slip into my mouth. I basically treated it like a little penis, and after a few minutes, he directed me on how to please the rest of his foot as well. His skin was very smooth and clean, and I was surprised that there was not a bad taste, although they were a bit salty. After doing this to both of his feet, he put down his magazine. Slipping out of his briefs, he knelt on the bed and directed me to lie down on the bed on my back. Kneeling over my head, he proceeded to lie down on top of me, with his legs over my arms. Presenting his penis to my lips, I opened and he slid it forward. With his body on top of mine, I was at his disposal, and he was well aware of this.

He then methodically proceeded to hump my mouth, his penis growing with each push. Soon it was erect, and I was lucky that he was not very large. Being the youngest of the four, and the smallest, his member was the smallest as well. He carried on for a while, and I could sense his urgency as he increased his pace. I knew he was close to cumming.

After he released his load into my mouth, he relaxed and sat back on his heels, keeping his penis in my mouth as it shrank for a minute while it softened.

Once it popped out I asked, "Can I go to bed now?"

He smiled and said, "Yeah," as he moved off by body, so I climbed down and slipped into my sleeping bag, quickly falling asleep.

In the morning, I found myself again being prodded by Sasha's foot. "Time to get up." Once he saw I was awake, he traced his big toe over my lips and added, "I'll see you later." Slipping his foot back into his flip-flop, he walked away. With that, I rose and got dressed in preparation for the day.

Having now noted the pattern of a daytime assault by the boy from the night before, I wondered how I could avoid it. Unfortunately, by the time I had thought of this, Sasha was approaching me. "Hey Jamie! Come'ere and give me a hand..."

Knowing that if I ran I would be in trouble, I obeyed, and walking over I asked, "What is it?" We had just finished lunch, and he was in charge of doing the dishes.

"Looks like I'll need a hand in the kitchen." I didn't reply, but I did follow him into the kitchen. It had one of those commercial dishwashers, that you load a rack, slide it down into the machine, and then when it is done you slide it out and into the dryer. This made doing the dishes pretty simple, we just had to load, and then wait, slide it, wait again and then put things away when they were dry.

We were waiting for the last load to come out of the washer, when he called me over to him. He was standing in front of the washer, and before I knew it, he quickly maneuvered me to my knees in front of him. Wasting no time, he pressed his already erect organ to my lips. Opening my mouth, he pushed my head back so it was resting against the front of the washer. I felt the heavy vibrations rumble in my head as he proceeded to assault my mouth with his penis. He moaned and was mumbling something about the vibrations being "wild" but it was so loud I couldn't hear much more. It wasn't long before I felt him tense up before unloading in my mouth. After swallowing, he let me get up, and told me I could go.

In a bit of a departure from what had happened with the others, I only had to pleasure Sasha that one time during the day.


CHAPTER 3

That night I climbed up to Khaled's bunk without being told. I saw no point in trying to avoid the inevitable.

The lights were off; in the subdued light from the table lamp, he appeared very menacing. First, he mumbled something about needing to relax, and then he proceeded to strip off his clothes. Directing me to lie on my stomach, he slid forward. Lifting my head, he took his limp penis and presented it to my lips. Speaking to me in a quiet whisper, he said, "Pleasure my phallus."

One of the odd things about Khaled was that in the beginning he always referred to his penis as 'phallus'. Much later on, I asked him about this, and he explained it was how he learned the word in English when he was trying to translate the word from his native language. Some of the other ways he spoke were a bit 'different' too, but I just assumed it was because English was not his first language. While it is odd, it was one of the many 'unique' things about Khaled that I came to learn about.

I opened my mouth and quickly sucked his penis into my mouth. As soon as I did this, he gasped in surprise, which was a bit odd considering the circumstances. Why would he be surprised when he knew this was what I was going to do? I started a fast sucking rhythm hoping to finish him quickly. Surprisingly he pulled my head from his penis and quietly but sternly whispered, "No! Go slowly first."

"For how long?" I asked.

Khaled responded, "I will let you know... "

I said to myself, 'this is going to take forever!' Moving my head back to his penis, I began the task of "pleasuring" it as he directed. I felt his thighs tighten around my head, securing me in position, as he crossed his ankles on my back. As I was now locked into his crotch, and not being able to move very much, I did my best to please him. He rocked slowly, and with each rock, I actually started to become relaxed.

Unlike the others, he was very gentle, even if he was restricting my movements. He seemed very keen on not having me move very much, as every time I started to go faster he would start breathing heavily and then he would stop me from moving. Time started to drift and I lost track of it, as the minutes seemed like hours. Soon I became focused on his penis, and I sank deeper into a trance like state. In time, it did not matter how long it lasted, as I felt very at ease lying there.

I did not realize it, but I was being brainwashed in a way. Khaled had no intention of letting me 'escape' from his groin until I had sufficiently pleased him. As I would learn, having his organ in my mouth wasn't about reaching orgasm; he was hooked on the feeling of my mouth on his penis. It wasn't the destination he craved, but the journey.

He had patterns as to how he worked my mouth over. This showed as he rocked gently, while I gently used my mouth muscles to arouse his penis. As I progressed, he would begin to rock more quickly. His penis would get harder, and I would gag as he pressed deep into my mouth. He would back off of his efforts and hold my head still. After a few minutes, during which he would soften a bit, he would start to rock again, and it would repeat.

While I didn't have a watch or clock to check, it seemed like forever before he actually had his cum. His spurts were longer and more frequent compared to the others, and when he came, his hands gripped my head like a vice as he grunted. I had a really hard time swallowing what he released into my mouth, and some of it leaked from the corners of my mouth. Once he orgasmed he let out a relaxed sigh, and his penis slowly began to shrink to its regular size as it slipped out of my mouth.

"You may go." he remarked in a neutral tone, and I slipped out of his bed while wiping my mouth with the sleeve of my pajamas. I went to sleep wondering what tomorrow would bring.

The next day we were paired off for nature walks. I did not even look at the assignment sheet since I knew I would be paired with Khaled. After everyone was given their compasses and maps, we left the camp. We were given until 1pm to go and come back. Following Khaled, he said, "I have a special place that I want to show you. I found it last year and no one knows about it." After a thirty-minute walk, we had put a good distance from any other Cubs. Passing through some bush, he led me to a clearing at the side of a small river near a waterfall. He was right; this was a very beautiful location.

Without speaking, he stripped off his shorts and laid them on a rock, then directed me to do take off everything I was wearing. I was a bit self-conscious, and I was also worried that someone may see me. However, it had been a while and we hadn't heard or seen anyone.

I complied with his request, and soon I was naked in front of him with my hands covering my groin. I did not resist when he gently pushed me to my knees. I waited as I stared at his manhood. With one hand on the top of my head, he said, "Close your eyes."

"Why" I asked with reservation.

"Just do as I say." I did as directed, while I wondered what was going to happen. I was not prepared when I felt the warm stream of urine hit my face. Instinctively I closed my mouth and spat out his urine while trying to pull my head back, but his hand prevented it.

"Stay still and open your mouth." he demanded after stopping his flow of urine.

I sputtered and was trying to wipe the urine from my face, while spitting to expel the taste from my mouth.

"I don't like this." I whined.

"It can't hurt you. Now be still and open your mouth."

With a final whimper, I resigned myself to my fate and opened my mouth.

He began saying foreign words as he peed on my face, before directing the stream of urine into my mouth. I didn't swallow any, although I could taste it before it flowed back out. I coughed and gagged when his flow hit the back of my mouth directly. When he was almost complete, he told me to open my eyes. I watched as the stream ended, and as I saw the last drips of pee drop to the ground, and I felt small rivulets of urine as they drained down the sides of my face.

Telling me to rise, he directed me to lie in the shallow water, with my feet pointing to the shore. After taking a moment to rinse his pee from my body, and my mouth, I did as he asked. Since my head would be underwater had I laid down flat, I was propped up on my elbows. Khaled sat on top of me, straddling my body at my midsection. He was heavy, but it wasn't that bad since my butt was absorbing most of the weight. He put his feet in the water on either side of my head, and asked me to give him my hands.

"If I do that my head will go under."

"I will hold you." he replied in an assuring tone.

"I'm scared."

"Don't be scared, I won't hurt you."

As he took my hands, he held my body and head above water. I just looked at him, and then looked down at his penis, as it lay limp between his legs. Slowly, his tanned feet came out of the water, and he placed them together over my face. Moving his feet toward me, they covered my face, with my nose and mouth in his arches. Pushing down, he was now using his feet to push my head under water. He was still holding my hands, and since he was sitting on me, I could not get up. My heart started to race as I wondered if he was trying to drown me.

When my head slipped underwater, I started to panic and lost the air in my lungs immediately. Feeling him pull me up, he kept his feet loosely planted on my face.

"Each time will get longer; you must hold your breath."

I was coughing and sputtering, and once I had regained control of my breathing be began to push me back under. Felling the pressure of his feet on my face once again as I went down, I took a big breath before I went under. Holding my breath, I was able to last for a few seconds before I started to lose it. Pulling me up only long enough to exhale and get a fresh breath, he continued. Each time he would press his toes into my forehead, holding me firm under the calm waters. As time passed, I began counting my time. When I came close to a half minute, I knew I was getting close to my limit. I lost my breath and struggled to come up, but his toes pressed even harder into my forehead. A few seconds later, he pulled me up as I coughed and spit up water.

"Good." he remarked in an oddly emotionless manner, given how distressing this event had been to me. Getting up, he went and sat on a rock on the beach as I slowly got up out of the water and followed him.

Khaled casually but deliberately parted his legs.

"Pleasure me." He demanded in a calm but authoritative tone.

So I walked over, knelt down, and proceeded to service his penis. Compared to nearly drowning in the river, I welcomed this. As time passed as his penis began to grow, and he pushed more of his penis into my mouth, sending the tip into my throat. I gagged and pulled back.

"You must completely relax. Remember in the water you wanted to breathe but you held back. Now you must do the same." As he continued, I gagged again as the head of his penis assaulted the entrance to my throat. This was repeated over and over, and there were a few occasions when I spit up on the sand. I was on the verge of tears since I felt sick and didn't like how it felt to gag this often.

At one point, I was able to accept his penis into my throat, and not gag on it for a few seconds, but it was not enough for him. After what seemed like a half hour, but was only perhaps five or ten minutes, my mouth and throat had been assaulted so much I just felt sick and started to cry. I pleaded to take a break but he wouldn't let me until I learned to stop gagging.

While he wasn't physically forcing me to do this, he was compelling me to do it. It's hard to describe the difference though. This wasn't a rape, he wasn't verbally abusive or rough with me. In fact, this felt more like a lesson from school. All during this time, he was teaching me, not tormenting me. Even though I was crying a bit, I wasn't upset at Khaled; I was upset at myself because I couldn't do it. This was probably the only time Khaled ever made me cry, since he was never mean with me and he never yelled at me.

Then it happened. In my exhaustion and defeat, I gave up and was able to stop myself from gagging. It wasn't easy, but I was getting the hang of it. It seemed that when his penis was in my mouth, and I stuck my tongue out, I didn't gag as much. I also found that, since I had so much saliva in my mouth, when I swallowed with his penis in my mouth it helped as well. Most importantly, I really wanted to stop gagging. I was mentally winning the battle and learning how to do this.

"Very good! Your talents are improving. Now you must combine them." Khaled said as he pushed his erect penis back into my mouth until my lips and nose pressed against his body. Once in my throat I was unable to breathe, and he held my head so I could not pull back. Again, he was controlling my ability to breathe, and he would only allow me to breathe at roughly 5 second intervals, unless I started gagging. If that happened, he would allow me to recover before continuing.

As he repeated the assault on my mouth, he would gradually lengthen the time he had his penis in my throat. I learned that by relaxing my body and just submitting to him, it was much easier to hold my breath. I would mentally count how long it was saying 'One thousand one, one thousand two', etcetera. When I passed the 30 second mark, I knew I was reaching my limit. While I could probably hold my breath longer, I needed more time to breathe and recover. So he seemed to settle on a 15 second rotation for now, so that once I was able to take a breath, I would not be out of breath or unrelaxed. Setting a pattern, he worked my mouth and throat, and I surrendered my ability to breathe to him.

While I had no watch, it seemed like an hour and three cums later when he finally said something to me beyond grunts and moans.

"We will now return. The next time we do this, remember what you have learned."

I nodded silently and we walked back to camp.

In the last half of the stay at camp, I was again used by the other boys at random times. It was the same type of stuff really, sucking them off quickly until they came in my mouth. Sasha liked his feet licked however, and had me lick his feet and suck his toes for almost an hour one night. I found out from Greg that Sasha was getting off on the humiliation aspect of it. It seems that in Thailand the 'feet' - especially the bottoms - are seen as dirty, something to do with the Buddhist religion. In any case he was turned on by doing what he felt was considered 'taboo', it wasn't a 'foot fetish' thing at all.

The day before we were scheduled to leave, Khaled called me over. I knew that I was going to be pleasing him that night, but I was unprepared for the event to come. He told me he was going to excuse me from the afternoon activities so I could spend extra time "pleasuring" him before we departed. After telling the pack leaders I had a 'tummy ache', he walked me back to the cabin.

As we walked, I asked him, "Khaled, why do you like me to suck your... thing, for so long?"

"Where I am from there are boys like you that pleasure others, we call them 'bacha bereesh'. Usually they are a bit older than you are, but since you are so mature for your age, I wanted to see if you could learn to do what they do. However, you must not tell your parents others of this, since they would not understand and they would be very angry with you."

I had pondered what, if anything, I might 'tell' about my time at camp. For the most part, I found myself embarrassed about everything that happened, so I hadn't planned to tell anyone. Did I know this was all 'wrong'? Deep down, yeah. I wasn't stupid, despite being naive. My gut told me this was something that I shouldn't be doing, but I just felt I was in too deep.

Furthermore, as a kid who was always eager to learn new things, Khaled's approach to 'teach' me how to please him triggered the learning instinct in me. He could have just used me like the other boys, taking a few minutes to blow his load before sending me on my way. Instead Khaled had me focus on learning how to properly please him over a long period of time, and his positive reinforcement made me want to learn and get better. I don't think this was a master plan he had made up, but it did seem to work out this way.

Let's be clear here, I wasn't sexually driven to do these things. While I was 'emotionally' stimulated by what happened, I never got sexually stimulated in the same way as the others were. I wasn't masturbating during this, and while I did sometimes get 'hard', I usually only discovered it when the position of my penis became uncomfortable because of how I was laying down or something. In short, I never 'got off' on this, and I don't think I ever could at that point in my life. I'm not going to pretend I was some sex-starved pre-teen when that wasn't the case.

More importantly, you would think a kid would simply reject all these strange things, instead of wanting to learn how to do them. For me that wasn't the case, and I didn't find out why until I was an adult.

Back when I was in kindergarten, I wasn't an ideal child. In reality, I'm embarrassed to say, I was expelled. Yes, I kid you not; I was actually expelled from kindergarten class at school. I was so disruptive that they felt that I had some kind of learning disability. I could go on and on about the things I did, and you would see why I was a holy terror. Not violent, but just really disruptive. When you couple this with the fact that I started talking later than normal for children (it wasn't until I was three), the experts thought there was something wrong with me. So I was sent to the hospital and a psychiatrist examined me and gave me an IQ test.

I scored 132 on the Wechsler IQ test for children, as well as scoring high on a few other tests they gave me. It totally shocked everyone, especially my parents. In my case though, I never knew about it since I was never told until I was an adult. My parents were told not to discuss it with me since I was too young to understand the importance or implications of it. The irony wasn't lost on me when I found out after graduating high school. I was a child in kindergarten who was expelled, yet I supposedly had genius intelligence. I still chuckle when I think about it.

So why do I bring this up now? Well it's to help understand the kind of mindset I had as a child. Mentally I was a sponge. I craved learning new things, and especially things that were complex. So Khaled's approach of 'teaching me' triggered a learning impulse. Since I was ignorant to the social implications of what I was doing, I treated it as one more learning experience. Learning deep throat at almost eleven years old may seem completely implausible, but once I started to learn it, I had to master it.

This is why you may see how I focus on the length of time and the number of times I did something and such. In life, I constantly think about what I am doing and how I can do it better and more efficiently. Sometimes this is a curse since it means I can become distracted by minutiae and miss the bigger picture. However, as a child this really wasn't as big a concern. When faced with something I couldn't do, I was compelled to learn how to do it. It's in my nature to this very day.

As Khaled and I went back to our room, I assumed my normal position prostrated on his bed before him. As usual, he worked my mouth over in stages, although he would now push his penis all the way in to the base. Initially he would leave it in for 15 seconds or so as my throat contracted around his member. It wasn't long before he released his cum in my mouth. It seemed the feeling he experienced when in my throat was much more pleasurable than when it was just in my mouth. I actually liked it when he came in my throat since I didn't actually have to swallow as much. After a break where he let his penis leak its remaining fluid into my mouth, he let me have a break before we started up again.

"Jamie, try and hold your breath longer this time. See how long you can go."

Feeling challenged I did just that. Over the next half hour I was able to get my time up to 30 seconds, although at this point he was again unable to hold off on his orgasm, and pushing my head as deep as possible he again unloaded into my throat. After another break, he started up again.

Looking back on this, I was amazed at his virility. Unlike the other boys, Khaled seemed to be able to cum multiple times. Only Greg ever came more than once consecutively and even then it only happened that one time.

Over the next hour, Khaled told me to relax further and concentrate, at which point he would lodge his penis in my throat for nearly forty-five seconds, although I needed to take a few more breaths between. During this time, he would give me a break every 10 to 15 minutes, which I needed to relax my aching jaw. He didn't seem to be close to cumming, he just liked having me suck him.

I actually started to find the time spent sucking his penis somewhat soothing, and it made me feel special. In contrast to the other boys that left me feeling used, with Khaled he seemed to have a genuine desire for me on a level that I hadn't yet discovered. It was more than about sucking his penis; he wanted me to submit myself to him. I think the fact that he did things in a very slow and deliberate manner helped to make me feel more at ease.

Since I was very relaxed and not moving, I did not have much trouble adapting to the long periods of time with his penis in my mouth. As time passed, I had slipped into the trancelike state I had encountered earlier in the week. I soon became quite focused on his penis. When he took it out, even though my jaw was extremely sore, my mouth felt empty. I can't explain it. In the end, I spent nearly two hours servicing him before we stopped for dinner. Khaled, however, knew that we had to get ready for the bus ride back to the city tomorrow morning, so we didn't do anything else together.

The following day we rode the bus back home. I was actually saddened by this, but I knew we had to return to our normal lives. When we pulled into the parking lot all of our parents were there waiting. As we disembarked, everyone was running and hugging their parents, while preparing to leave. After meeting my parents, I saw Khaled walking to the bus stop to go home. Asking my parents, I ran over and asked if he wanted a ride home. Thanking me, he accepted and joined us in the car. As we rode, he spoke very highly of me, saying how well behaved I was. It made my parents proud, while I felt proud of myself at the same time.

When they asked Khaled about himself, he said he was living with his aunt and uncle in a suburb on the outskirts of town. He was from Afghanistan, but he lost his family at a young age due to war, and lived on his own for a couple years before coming here. When he brought that up things got a bit quiet, and my parents seemed to evade the issue and change the subject. Only later in life did I grasp the significance of a boy of fourteen losing his family and being forced to survive on his own. No wonder he was so independent.

When they asked him about school, he said he wanted to go to a nearby high school in the fall, which was only a short walk from my house. Khaled said because he lived so far away, it was a 30-minute bus ride, and it would drop him a 10-minute walk from his uncle's house. The high school that was local to him was closer, but it didn't have the arts courses he wanted as he was really gifted in art. Knowing that my parents had renovated the basement at my house, I spoke up without thinking and said, "It's too bad you couldn't rent our basement."

Turning to my father, my mother replied "Why not?" Khaled looked at her and she continued, "Why don't you come and take a look at it; if you like it, I'm sure we can work something out with your aunt and uncle."

Khaled smiled and thanked my mother graciously. "At least this will allow you to have someone to watch over your son. Any time you wish, I will baby-sit for you at no cost."

Thanking him, my mother told my dad to stop by our house so he could see the basement. My father remarked, "It's not finished yet, but you can see that it is a nice size. It's a five minute walk to the high school."

"I would very much like to live here." Khaled replied, "I really do appreciate giving me this opportunity, and I promise I will make sure Jamie is well looked after in your absence."

After dropping my mother and me at home, my father continued and drove Khaled home. While there, he hammered out a deal with Khaled's uncle to arrange for Khaled to move in. In many ways this was turning point, since had I not said anything in the car, none of what follows would have happened.

While it may seem odd for a high school student to live on his own, Khaled wasn't your ordinary high school student. He seemed wise beyond his years, and I think surviving in a war zone hardened him in ways that I will never understand or appreciate.


CHAPTER 4

I was a "Latch-key kid." That is, both my parents worked, and I would come home from school before my parents. As I was staying at a neighbor's house previously, it was perfect for my parents to have me stay with Khaled until they got home so it would save them babysitting money. Khaled would instead get a discount on the rent. Seeing as they were paying $50 a week on babysitting, this was $200 a month right there. At the time, that was far from what people would charge for a bachelor apartment. On the rare occasion that Khaled was not home, I could go to the neighbor's anyway, but that never did happen.

The next couple weeks were filled with an odd trepidation. I'll be honest; I was having 'buyer's remorse' over my impulsive decision to suggest that Khaled move in. Maybe I was too nice a kid, thinking about how I could help him without considering how this might affect me. What would Khaled expect from me when I stayed with him? Yes I know I spent a lot of time learning how to please him, but did I want to continue to do this? Assuming that is what he wanted, I was in an awkward position. It was too late to change the fact that Khaled was moving in. However, would I be able to redefine our relationship so that he would just be 'the boy that lives downstairs'? What would happen if I said I didn't want to suck his penis anymore?

On the flipside was my deeply seeded desire to do just that. While I didn't like how I was forced to pleasure those other boys, with Khaled it was different. I was more than just a mouth to please him; I was a person to him. What's more, there was a mysterious quality to him that was alluring. As can be expected, given the nature of our local population, he was unlike anyone I had ever met. His dark eyes, his tan skin, his firm but gentle manner. Lying between his legs was exciting, even if I tried to deny it. As much as I might have tried to talk myself out of consenting to doing this again, I knew that when he arrived that I would be powerless to resist him if he asked me to please him.

Deep down inside, there was a part of me that wanted to do it. Why I felt this way at eleven years old, I'll never understand. It's something I have thought about as an adult and I still can't figure it out.

Following Khaled moving in, I went downstairs to see him. He did not have a large amount of possessions, but then again, he was young. He had a few of his friends over who had helped him moved. They were all speaking a foreign language, and they seemed to all have a similar ethnic background. They were all of a light brown complexion, mostly the same shade, and not too much body hair. Since it was still hot, they were all wearing shorts, t-shirts and flip-flops. Khaled spoke, "Jamie, these are some of my friends, Farhan, Morad, and Jaweed." I just smiled at them, as they looked me over. Hearing my mother call me, I said I had to go. They all said goodbye, and then started talking in a foreign language again. It was clear they were all of a similar ethnic origin, although Morad looked a bit different.

About a week passed before I started school. I was given a key for the side door for my house, but not a key to get in to the upstairs from inside. I would have to go downstairs to Khaled, and stay with him until my parents got home. The first afternoon when I got home from school, I went downstairs and walked into Khaled's apartment. He was sitting in a chair, legs crossed.

He looked at me as I stood in the middle of the room. "Now you will learn. When you come in, lock the door, and remove your clothing. Do not talk, come straight to me, kneel down and pleasure me with your mouth. You will do this every afternoon, as soon as you get home. Understood?" Although he was direct in his instructions, he said it in friendly way.

Any reluctance I had about sucking his penis ended that day. When he told me that I would be doing it, I just accepted it. It seemed that it was to be my place to service him, and so I put aside any reservations I had about refusing him. As he requested, I stripped naked, and got straight to the sucking of his penis. He would 'assist' me, and as usual, he pushed his penis all the way in to it's base and held it there as he occasionally spoke foreign words. He would then slide my head back to allow me a breath, and then push his penis back in, at which point he would cradle my head with his thighs. I relaxed as he slowly rocked with his penis in my mouth. He would orgasm one or two times, and after a couple of minutes had passed from swallowing his load, he would give me a break. After about an hour, he let me up and get dressed. About fifteen minutes later my parents arrived and called out to me. Saying good-bye, I went upstairs and had dinner.

I quickly sank into the routine of sucking Khaled's penis for about an hour a day, depending on when my parents got home from work and if I had homework. While he was sexually demanding, he always made sure I did my homework first. He was always gentle with me, and I never felt threatened by him. I guess that is why I continued to adapt to this as acceptable behavior.

A weird dichotomy in all of this was that Khaled would help out my parents whenever they needed it. He wasn't here for a free ride. On the contrary, he asked to do extra work as a means to reduce his rent to nil. Along with the credit he got for babysitting me, he cut the grass for the rest of the summer, and later in the year he would shovel snow. He got along very well with my mother, since they went shopping every Saturday so he could buy his food. Once a month she took him to his uncle to get money.

While Khaled lived on his own in the basement, he cooked his own meals too. My mother had originally offered to have him eat dinner with us, but Khaled politely refused saying that his food had to be halal; he couldn't eat pork and such. She was surprised that he was so independent, and remarked that he seemed very mature for his age. He kept his apartment clean and was an ideal tenant.

That fall my parents had asked me if I wanted to join the Boy Scouts, but I said no. One of the main reasons for my decision was because I was short for my age. Here I was about to turn eleven years old in a few weeks, and I was only 52 inches, or four foot four inches tall. I know was still growing. When I saw the doctor and asked him about it, he said that I would 'catch up' with the rest of the boys later. Something about a 'growth spurt', he assured me. While I still grew, I was always smaller than the other boys were. If the teasing I got at school was any indication, it wouldn't be a wise choice. Even with Khaled, he dwarfed me in size. My dad is five feet ten inches tall, and Khaled was almost as tall as he was at only sixteen. Since I was too old for Cub Scouts now, I just left that behind me.

In mid-October, I had to stay home from school because I felt sick. Since Khaled usually walked me to school, when my mother said I wasn't going he offered to stay home with me instead of her. He said he could always get school notes from a friend, and that it would be better since she would not lose a day's pay. However, I knew that wasn't the real reason he offered.

My mother was very impressed with Khaled's gesture and thanked him for his thoughtfulness. After giving him her number at work, she left knowing that I would be well taken care of. If she only knew...

Once gone, Khaled said, "Now you know why sucking my phallus is so important." Then continued, "When your mother picked you up at school yesterday to go shopping, you were unable to do it. Come now, and pleasure me. By the end of the day you will feel much better."

After lighting the incense he had brought with him, he took my pillows and put them against the head of the bed. Stripping off his pants, he positioned himself sitting semi upright with his back on the pillows. Sitting in the darkened room, he lifted his leg and used his foot to roll my body between his legs, before placing the foot of that leg on my back. My head was now resting on his thigh, and he gently rubbed his soft penis over my lips. Soon his organ was ready for me, and I parted my lips to allow his still semi-soft penis to enter. He allowed me to suck at my own pace,

Since I was half-asleep much of the time, Khaled would gently move my head up and down, relaxing as he used my mouth to pleasure himself. Often I would feel his fingers as they weaved through my hair, which kept me relaxed and docile.

At lunchtime, we went to the kitchen. My mom had made some peanut butter and jam sandwiches for us before she left, which we ate before going back to my bedroom. Once there I resumed pleasing him.

The day went by quickly, and when it was near time for my parents to get home, he extracted his penis from my mouth and rearranged the pillows on the bed. My jaw was a little sore, but not significantly so. Surprisingly I did feel better, although it did not come to mind that it might have been a 24-hour flu bug that I had and I just needed rest. When my mother got home, she was pleased that I was feeling better. She asked about the smell, and he explained that the incense sometimes helps a person's body relax and heal itself. Looking back, I suspect that Khaled used it to obscure the smell of sex. It seems he thought of everything.

She was not bothered by the incense though, and thanked him again for looking after me.

= = = = =

I was surprised when I arrived home the next day to find some other people in Khaled's apartment. His friends that had helped him move in were here; Farhan, Morad, and Jaweed. While I would normally strip down if we were alone, I kept my clothes on since there were other people here. I quietly walked over and sat on the daybed as they talked in a foreign language.

Walking to his daybed, Khaled slipped off his shorts and sandals as he went. As he sat, he looked at me and said, "What are you waiting for?"

Knowing he was expecting me to suck him, I leaned in and quietly whispered, "Aren't we going to wait until your friends leave?"

"Why, are you embarrassed of me?"

He had me in a trap. If I said I was embarrassed, it would insult him.

"No, I'm not embarrassed."

"Very good, kneel." He said as we waved his hand at me in beckoning manner.

Hesitantly, I knelt between his legs as he pulled his penis out of his underwear. I looked at his friends, and I could see them staring intently at me with big eyes, waiting to see what I would do. However, I had a pretty good idea that they knew what to expect before I arrived.

Feeling Khaled's hand turning my head to face him, I turned my eyes to see his penis as it was being pushed towards my lips. Closing my eyes, I reluctantly parted my lips, and allowed him to push his organ into my mouth. I had closed my eyes since I really didn't want to see that I was being watched. It was my way of blocking out the fact that I was on display in front of Khaled's friends. After a few minutes of pleasuring him, he started to work my head faster. This was very unusual for him, since he usually liked to take his time. However, it seemed he had other plans for me. As he unloaded his seed into my mouth, I quickly swallowed it down and nursed on his shrinking member. He pushed my head back and leaned down to me.

In a low voice that the others couldn't hear he said, "Since my friends are here, you can please them as well. OK?"

With sad eyes, I nodded my head, since I really didn't like being used like this. Nevertheless, I didn't want to embarrass Khaled, so I did as he instructed. I started with Farhan, since he was already sitting with his penis in his hand. As I walked over and knelt down, he smiled and said something to the rest of them in a foreign language, and they all chuckled. Pulling me in with his other hand, he pointed his penis at my lips as he slid it forward. His penis was a bit longer than Khaled's, although thinner. As it slid into my mouth, he leaned back in his chair and moaned with pleasure, as he mumbled in the same foreign language he had used previously.

He had a different routine he liked. With his hands guiding my head, he would work my head in a fast rhythm. He liked very strong suction and would tell me "suck harder" on a constant basis. In less than five minutes, he could no longer hold out, coating my mouth with his cream. His tasted different from Khaled's, somewhat nuttier. Grabbing my head, he made sure I stayed impaled on his still spurting shaft. Once complete, he collapsed back in his chair, stroking my hair and praising me in his language.

Morad was next, as he was already stroking his meat in anticipation. "You will like my penis; it is very good for you to suck."

He liked quite a bit of licking of the shaft of his penis, and also liked me to work just the head at times as well. He also liked to rub his penis all over my face, and had me lick it like a lollipop. His was average in size, although it seemed a little smaller than Khaled's. Finally ready, he pushed my mouth over his penis as he announced in his language that he was coming. As his penis exploded, I felt like my hair was going to be ripped out!

When I went to Jaweed, I was unprepared for what I saw. As he pushed his shorts down, his penis bounced out and hung in front of my face. It was thick, especially the massive mushroom of a head! Much thicker than Khaled's. Even though it was shorter than all the others were, I did not think there would be any way to get it in my mouth. Jaweed was a chubbier guy, and seemed quite strong. Using the back of his heel to pull my head forward, I began to lick his penis as it grew. As much as I tried, I could not open my mouth wide enough to get the head in. Jaweed was annoyed by this and ordered me to lie on the floor on my back. Once I had complied, he knelt over me as he straddled my chest.

Grabbing my hands, he placed one of his huge hands over my two hands, rendering me helpless. With his free hand, he pointed his penis at my lips and directed me to open. I protested feebly as he stared into my eyes, when all of a sudden he pushed forward attempting to push his penis into my mouth. Although my jaw was stretched to the limit, he continued to push his organ against my taught lips. Rocking in a determined fashion, it felt like my mouth was going to split wide open. Then, in an instant, it happened. I felt a small 'pop' in my jaw and suddenly my mouth was packed full with his penis. Although my jaw wasn't dislocated, it certainly felt like it.

Hearing him sigh "Ahhhhh, yes...." I struggled in terror. My jaw felt like it was going to break, and he was so heavy that I couldn't move. Humping my face, he seemed to be in no rush as my mouth became adjusted enough for it to start sliding a little. About 5 minutes later, I felt it coming. This was going to be scary. As his shot of seed hit the back of my mouth, I swallowed madly, but before I could finish downing it, the next load was already shooting from his massive penis. Oblivious to my problem, he continued pumping his semen into my mouth. Since I couldn't breathe and swallow, there was only one thing that could happen.

As I struggled fruitlessly, I tried to exhale out my nose, only to push his semen out my nostrils. Rolling back his eyes in ecstasy when he saw this, he kept spurting while babbling something in his language between the spurts. Still swallowing, and with cum flowing out my nose, I knew it was only a matter of time before I ran out of breath. Feeling his spurts subside, I quickly continued to swallow. Now in a position to do so, I inhaled through my nose, pulling all the spunk there back into my mouth, where I swallowed it. Now open, I took a deep breath in through my nose as my mouth slowly filled with leftover spurts from Jaweed.

I could still feel cum running from my nose as his penis began to soften somewhat. Feeling weak, I had long since given up struggling against him, as he was far too strong for me to even move. I moaned for him to release me, but with my mouth full, it was impossible for anyone to understand what I was trying to say. Then he said, "You want more of my fresh cream? Is that what you are asking?" Trying to say no, I struggled, but he answered for me saying "Of course! You will be having a second helping very soon!" Continuing to plough my mouth as he softened, he stopped momentarily to relax. The semen in my sinuses was still continuing to flow back into my mouth though.

Leaning forward now, he was on his hands as he slowly started to plough my mouth as if he was doing a push-up. Since his penis had softened, he was able to force some of it into the back of my mouth, stopping my breathing. Although Khaled had helped me learn to hold my breath, I was still scared at his size. When he relaxed his body, he let his weight push his penis in to the base. Feeling completely helpless, I relaxed in the hopes I would not lose my breath. The seconds passed like minutes as he humped his body against my head. He could not get his penis in deeper, although that didn't stop him from trying.

Out of breath, I moaned, and he pulled up long enough for me to catch my breath. As soon as I did, he plunged back down, again driving inches of his penis into me. This happened for many minutes and then his penis started to swell as it did before. It was at this point that the unthinkable happened. His penis had swelled so much that the head became lodged in my throat! As he lifted up to give me air, my head stayed trapped on his penis. Pushing down and then up again, the same thing happened. My head was now attached to his penis.

Watching me struggle on his penis was obviously too much as he started to call out in his language that he was cumming. He grabbed my head as I felt the streams of cum pulse down my throat, which at least didn't come out my nose this time. I felt like I was turning blue now, and he was still dumping his second load into my belly. Unable to struggle further, I gave up and collapsed between his thighs, accepting my fate. He stroked my hair praising me, seemingly oblivious to my lack of air. Once he had completed using my mouth, he pulled me off his member. With his penis softer, it slipped out with a "pop" as I slumped to the ground coughing and gasping for breath.

"Are you OK Jamie?" Khaled asked with concern visible in his eyes.

Pausing for a moment to catch my breath I responded, "I think so, but I couldn't breathe."

Khaled started talking to the other teens in their foreign language, and then they all got up to leave.

Once gone Khaled came over to me, picked me up and laid me down on the daybed. "I'm so sorry Jamie," he began, "I had no idea Jaweed was so big. It was my fault for telling them about you, and I apologize for that. I just couldn't help but tell them how talented you were, and they pressured me into sharing you since they helped me move in. This won't happen again Jamie; they can find their own special friends. I hope you're not angry with me."

"No, I'm not angry. I was just worried that I would have to do that all the time. I don't want to be with them, I want to be with you."

Khaled smiled, then reached down and gave me a hug.


CHAPTER 5

Every weekday that I 'pleasured his phallus', I became more a slave to his ways. Over the weeks, it became very routine, and I quickly adapted to my role in pleasuring his penis. Since he was never verbally or physically abusive, I grew to like the intimacy between us. Furthermore, it was something that I did well. Since I was a bit of a klutz in some ways, it was gratifying to hear Khaled tell me how good I was doing. He never had to tell me how to please him anymore. I knew exactly what to do, and I did it with expert precision. Khaled would just strip off his pants and sit in his chair, or occasionally lie down on the bed, then lace his fingers behind his head. He would then close his eyes and sigh as I sank my mouth down onto his penis, knowing that the naked white boy at his feet would spend the next hour pleasing him. Thinking back to it, this must have been like winning the lottery to someone Khaled's age.

It's worth mentioning that while I pleasured Khaled, he never actually touched my genitals at any time during our time together. While in retrospect it might seem selfish on his part, it really was never something I thought about at the time. Did I get erections? Sure, on occasion. I also briefly tried my hand at masturbation on one occasion, but I never really got anything out of it. (At least not until a few years later when I hit puberty.) Another thing that never happened was any kind of kissing. He was never that kind of guy, and I never desired it either. I never resented the 'unequal' nature of our relationship though. If I had to do it again, I don't think I would change a thing.

A couple of months had passed, and my parents mentioned they were going out overnight, and so I would be spending a Friday night and Saturday downstairs with Khaled. My parents were leaving around dinnertime, so Khaled would be giving me dinner on Friday, and I would stay with him until they got home on Saturday night. Since my parents were leaving that night, they were home early from work so I went straight upstairs after school.

Later that afternoon my parents sent me downstairs, just before I would normally have dinner. While I had a sleeping bag that I was supposed to sleep on, I somehow figured it wouldn't get much use tonight. I soon heard the car leave. Khaled then served the dinner that my mother had prepared for me in advance, while eating food that he prepared himself. After cleaning up the kitchen area, we sat and watched television for a while as our dinner digested.

Almost an hour had passed when Khaled silently got up and started taking off his clothing; following his lead, I did the same. He unfolded his day bed, and arranged the pillows and blankets to his liking. It seemed he was settling in for a long time. He called out to me.
"Come now Jamie, I'm ready for you." He was sitting at the edge of the bed, with a large towel underneath him.

I knelt between his legs, on the edge of the towel, and looked at his penis. It was quite impressive in its own way. A very pale brown tone, not too thick, not too long. It hung about two inches when soft, and would grow about two or three more when hard. However, even when hard, you could still bend it to a good extent. That was nice about it, since it did not make it too uncomfortable for me. Yet when hard, it didn't have a natural 'curve', so I didn't have to fight the curve of my mouth against the curve of his penis.

His hand traveled down to his pubic area and he gripped his limp penis with his thumb and forefinger. Watching as he lifted it, I stared into its 'eye' as Khaled moved the mushroom shaped head to my lips. He then began to rub it slowly over my lips. Now teasing me with it, he pulled his penis away as I opened my lips to receive it.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"I want to suck it."

"You don't seem very eager."

"Let me suck it, pleaseeee...?" I said with added with faux childish enthusiasm.

"If you wish to have it you must first drink from it. Are you willing?"

Eagerly, and without thinking about what he meant, I responded, "Yes!" I felt a great desire to suck his penis now, mainly because he wasn't letting me.

"You had a chance to taste my fluids when you were in the woods. Tonight you will taste it again, but this time you will drink it."

I had to admit, I was having second thoughts now. Even though I was eager to please him, I wasn't too keen on the taste that I remembered from last time. However, I was too far along to back out now, so I just hoped that it wasn't as bad as I thought.

He pointed his penis at my lips and I slid his semi-soft organ into my mouth, not fully knowing what to expect. Once there, he held my head firmly as spoke, "Just relax. All you need do is swallow."

I felt the hot stream of urine as it gushed into my mouth. I was unprepared for this assault, since there was a rush of fluid and it came out fast. I instinctively tried to pull back, but he held my head firm on the gushing member. I sputtered and choked, and some spilled out of my mouth before he stopped the stream and pinched his penis. This allowed me a chance to swallow down what hadn't leaked from my mouth while the rest soaked into the towel he had wisely put in place beforehand.

With my mouth clear, I coughed and tried to catch my breath. I was so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of fluid that I shelved any initial thoughts about whether I actually liked the taste. Since it was the first time I had really swallowed urine, I had no point of reference. I didn't know what it should taste like, nor did I know if it should taste bad. Yeah it tasted salty when he did it in the woods, but that only lasted a few seconds. Did other people drink urine? Was this a normal thing for boys my age to do? It didn't seem to matter now, since Khaled had a firm grip on my head with his left hand, so I wouldn't be able to change my mind now. As I continued to swallow what little remained in my mouth, I started to notice that his urine tasted a bit like spices. It reminded me of the smell from the basement when he cooks his dinner. This time it was also salty, and somewhat acrid, but also watery.

"I'm sorry Jamie, I will go slower." Khaled said in an apologetic tone as he continued to keep a firm grip on my head.

His flow began again, and as quickly as it started, it stopped. Trying not to feel overwhelmed, I gulped down the fluid in my mouth. Once I had emptied my mouth of his urine, he detected this and quickly filled it up again, but quickly stopped well before he overflowed my mouth. I labored to swallow it down, and was starting to question whether this was something I really wanted to continue doing. Urine really doesn't taste all that good, and I was having second thoughts about doing this.

I again tried to pull back off his penis, but he was having none of it. He seemed to sense my hesitation, so before I could express any reluctance he delivered another shot of urine into my mouth. After I swallowed this mouthful I tried to moan/whine as a means to perhaps have him give me a break, but all he did was quiet me and say "Shhhhh... it's OK." before filling my mouth yet again. Although I wasn't sure if I had the count right, it seemed like this was mouthful number four. My stomach was filling rapidly, and so I again let out a small whine/moan. Again, he ignored my concerns and delivered another mouthful of urine, while trying to comfort me. "Just relax and drink." I lost count as he continued to piss, and I continued to drink. Finally, we neared the end, and he was delivering just small squirts into my mouth, which were easy to swallow. With his urination complete, he held his penis in my mouth so I would catch any remaining dribbles.

I didn't feel like vomiting or anything like that, which upon reflection was surprising. However, my stomach was unsettled. It felt like it wasn't quite sure what to think about what I just drank. The feeling is kinda like when you overeat. Your stomach doesn't feel well, but it's not bad enough to make you sick. I think a big part of this was the psychology of it all. I've never been a person that gets 'grossed out' very often. Perhaps it's fear of the unknown that drives people to mentally make themselves think something will make them ill, and then it becomes a self-fulfilling prophesy. As a kid who occasionally ate bugs when he was younger, this wasn't something I was scared of.

After a minute, he pulled his penis out of my mouth and took a moment to check on me. "All done. I told you could do it. Are you OK?"

"I think so," I replied, "there was just so much of it that I feel kinda full now."

"That's OK, the feeling will pass. You'll do better next time." he said, and I wondered what he meant by that.

Standing up he took the damp towel and tossed it onto the tiled kitchen floor, and then moved to his bed and laid down.

"Shall we continue?" he asked, as he held his penis in anticipation. He didn't just push it into my mouth; he waited for me to acknowledge him. I meekly looked into eyes, and then slowly nodded my head to acknowledge him as I lay down between his outstretched legs. As I parted my lips, a small smile appeared on his face as he brought his hand down to my head. Briefly stroking my hair, he then gently pulled my head in closer so my mouth could dock with his penis. I relaxed and allowed him to push his penis past my slightly parted lips, and in a few moments, he had filled my mouth with his now swelling organ. "That's good."

He began his usual pattern, as he started to gradually work my mouth over with his shaft. I closed my eyes and relaxed as he did this, and allowed myself to drift into the alter state I have been in before. I would sometimes imagine myself in front of a large penis, and as I kneel before it, I feel the ground tremble. Falling to the ground before it, I beg for its mercy, but at this point it erupts with a massive stream of semen. There is so much that I find myself completely covered, and I soon begin to slip below the surface. When below I initially hold my breath, but then as my lungs give out, I give in. I am inhaling the semen now, and it is filling my body as I breathe it in. I completely submit to the phallus and it's cum as I float weightless in the river of cream. This was a common theme for these 'daydreams', and I found that it only served to enforce Khaled's plans for me.

After that point, I don't remember what happened as I fell asleep soon afterwards, I guess I was pretty tired. From what I can tell, Khaled just left his penis in my mouth, pulled up the sheets and I spent the night with my head in his crotch. In the morning, I awoke on my side with my head between his legs, and my face resting on his penis like a pillow. It was nearly 6:00am, and I had been between his legs all night. Pulling back the covers, Khaled said "Good morning. Did you sleep OK?"

I replied, "Yeah, I was so tired I just fell asleep."

Since he filled my stomach with urine the night before, I was ready to burst and ran to the washroom to relieve myself. After we had a 30 minute break for breakfast, it was back to 'work' for me, and Khaled made sure that I was prepared for a long stay. He took a bathroom break too, and asked if I wanted to take another bathroom break before we resumed. Not wanting to pass up this chance, I went again and drained more of his urine from my body. Coming back from the washroom, I saw Khaled putting some things at his bedside, within reach for 'later' I assumed. It was Saturday morning; my parents weren't due back until Saturday night. Khaled seemed intent on making sure my mouth was well used in that time.

He took things slow at the start of the day, mainly just having me keep his penis in my mouth and nurse on it. It took about an hour before he gave me his first load of the day. After a break for me to rest my jaws, we resumed.

When we took another break at around 10:30 he announced, "It is time for you to drink again, come."

This time Khaled was standing beside his bed, so I walked over and knelt in front of him without saying a word. I tilted my head back slightly, and let my mouth hang open. "You learn well." he said as he stroked my hair. Slipping his soft penis into my mouth, he used his free hand to gently hold my head in place, and repeated what he had done last night. He would release just enough urine to fill my mouth, wait for me to consume it, and then fill my mouth again. The room became silent now, the only sounds were the occasional hiss of his urine as it emptied into my mouth, and the sounds of me gulping as I delivered his offering into my small stomach. I didn't moan or whine this time, and he didn't have to hold my head as tightly as he had before. It was clear to Khaled that I would accept his urine willingly, and he sighed in pleasure as he continued to fill my mouth again and again.

With Khaled's load of urine nestled securely in my stomach, he silently walked over the bed and lay back with his legs spread and his hands behind his head. He didn't have to ask me, I knew my place as I lay down between his legs and moved my head to within reach of his penis. Now back between his legs, I pushed his now limp member back into my mouth and nursed it back to its usual hard form. Sinking back into the 'rhythm' he had used before, I relaxed as I again adjusted to life with his penis lodged in my mouth. I soon fell into my 'alter' consciousness, and did not notice the passage of time.

During the day, he would occasionally sketch drawings in a book to pass the time. Although he sometimes read from a book for school. Slowly withdrawing my mouth from his penis on occasion, I felt the familiar pain as my jaw adjusted to being closed. Once every 30 minutes or so, and after he had had an orgasm, he would let me take a break from sucking his penis so my jaw wouldn't get too sore. During this time, I would rest my head on his groin and just nuzzle, kiss and lick his penis for 10 minutes or so.

At each break, I would also go to the bathroom, which was understandable considering I was carrying his urine as well as my own. Once he had recovered from his orgasm and his penis began to swell from the attention of my lips were giving it, he would nonchalantly push the head of his penis against my lips, which would be my signal to open my mouth and allow it to slide effortlessly back inside.

We took another break for lunch. During the afternoon was more of the same, I nursed on his penis while he read a book or sketched drawings. Then after his orgasm, I would take a bathroom break. This continued until dinner when we took a break for food again. In a weird twist, he asked if I wanted a glass of urine with my dinner instead of milk. I politely declined. After dinner, I had expected him to want me to drink his urine again, but he never asked me to. I guess he figured it would be best not to go overboard, since I drank it once last night, and once today.

Since my parents were expected to be home soon, he suggested it would be best not to continue in case we didn't hear their car in the driveway. "At camp, Sasha had you lick his feet, would you like to do that so I can see what that is like?"

Without responding verbally, I turned my head and found his clean and tanned foot only an inch from my mouth. He relaxed and read his book while I worked my mouth over his toes and feet for a half hour or so, before I fell asleep with his big toe in my mouth. He woke me up when my parents came home. Even though it was only 9pm, I was exhausted and ready for bed at this point, which suited my parents fine!

As time went by, one of the things that I had come to take for granted was knowing some words of his language. He normally spoke in English, but over the last few months when he was sexually excited and immersed in enjoyment, he would speak in his foreign language. So I decided to ask him about these words and the language. One day, as I walked into his apartment and was about to take off my clothing, I asked, "Khaled, those words you sometimes say, what do they mean?"

"You want to know my language?" He replied with obvious surprise in his voice.

I nodded. "At least some of the words that you use when we're together."

"Of course," he smiled at me, "come to the table and I will teach you." We sat down at the table and he went and got a paper and pencil to write with. "I will say the word and I will write it down, so you can study it that way as well. I will only give you some basic words, since it would take too long to teach everything." He proceeded to write down a word or two, and then explain the meaning. Some of the words were harder than others, since they had sounds that didn't exist in the English language. I didn't understand why he wanted me to say the words, since these would be things he would be saying to me, but I figured it was to help me remember them.

Starting with the first word, he wrote it down...

ho, "That means 'yes'. If I say 'ho ho ho' it does not mean I am your Santa." He said with a smile as I giggled in response.
ya ya, "I know this sounds strange, but that means 'no' in my language. 'Ya' means 'no'."
kali obasa, "This means 'take off your clothes.' Say it... 'kali obasa'."
derdzem, "This means 'come to me'. You say it... 'derdzem'."
preew�zem, "This means to 'lie down'. You try... 'preew�zem'."
pranistay khwle, "This means 'open your mouth'. You say... 'pranistay khwle'."
rawem lasha, "This means you should 'suck my phallus into your mouth'. Try and say... 'rawem lasha'."
hosa yast?, "If I ask you this, I want to know if you are comfortable. Repeat it... 'hosa yast'."
nenab�asem stunay, "This means that you should put the phallus in your mouth as deep as you can. Say it... 'nenab�asem stunay'."
obe darta shat, "I will say this to let you know you will soon be drinking from me. 'obe darta shat', repeat."
sse, "This means 'good', when you are doing well I will say 'sse'. Now you try and say it... 'sse'."
rawem aahista, "This means to 'suck slowly'. Say it... 'rawem aahista'."
zheba lezh, "This means to 'use your tongue more'. You say... 'zheba lezh'."
akh, "This means 'ouch', I may say this if you are not careful with your teeth."
qaraar qaraar, "This means you are going too fast, and you should 'slow down' and take your time. Say it... 'qaraar qaraar'."
rawem garranday, "This means you should 'suck fast and hard'. You say... 'rawem garranday'."
wadarezha - saatem, "The word 'wadarezha' means 'stop' and 'saatem' means 'hold'. You say them... 'wadarezha - saatem'."
payl rawem, "This means to start sucking again. Say it... 'payl rawem'."
wadarezha - k�azzem, "This means to stop and remove the phallus from your mouth. You say... 'wadarezha - k�azzem'."
tar saba khunday pe aman, "This means, 'see you tomorrow'. Can you say it? 'tar saba khunday pe aman'."

One thing that I learned was the word he used when he squeezed my ears. It was 'rawem', which means 'suck'. It was cool to finally understand what he was saying all those times. We had spent about a half hour on this, and we both agreed that this was enough for today. Not to mention I could see he had a bulge in his pants. So he suggested we practice what I had learned.

"Kali obasa," he said as he walked to his day bed, removing his clothes as he went. "Derdzem." I removed my clothing and went to him as instructed. He spread his legs and patted the bed in front of him. "Preew�zem." I lay down on the bed, and shuffled my body into the space between his thighs. As I did this, he casually slipped his leg over my shoulder, and let his foot rest on my back. Taking his penis in one hand, he pointed it at my face. "Pranistay khwle." I opened my mouth, and his free hand reached out to my pull my head forward he said, "Rawem lasha." Closing my eyes, I relaxed my head and let my mouth slip over his penis. He took his hand off his penis and put it on my head, where it joined his other hand as he laced his fingers. I gently began to nurse on his limp penis. "Very good Jamie, you are quick to learn."

Next, he announced, "Obe darta shat." There was a brief pause and then I felt his hot urine as it cascaded into my mouth. As time went by I had improved at drinking his urine, and he learned to make his flow much slower. This cooperation between us allowed me to better swallow his urine without him needing to stop and start all the time. I won't lie and say I was an expert at it. Sometimes there was just too much and I would spill a little bit. However, I had since adjusted to being a receptacle for his urine, and I didn't panic anymore when I felt the first rush of his fluid enter my mouth.

Once he completed urinating he pulled my head back slightly so I could take in some air. "Rawem aahista." I complied, and began my cycle of suck his penis in a slow and deliberate manner. The room fell silent as I took to my task. After a time (which I have no way to know how long) he spoke aloud, "Rawem garranday." Picking up the pace, I sucked hard and fast and it wasn't long before he grabbed my head tightly, pulled it deep into his crotch, and looked deep into my eyes as he blasted a hot load of semen into my urine-filled stomach. "Wadarezha, saatem." His hands released my head as I held his leaking penis in my mouth, keeping myself still since the phallus was always sensitive after it rewarded me with its cream. "Wadarezha, k�azzem." he said, and I complied by removing his penis from my mouth. I took this chance to run to the bathroom and relieve my bursting bladder. About ten minutes later (it seemed) he was ready to continue, and he announced, "Payl rawem."

Over the next forty-five minutes, we continued as usual. I would suck him for a while, and then when he was ready I would go faster to bring his to orgasm. Then he would hold me tight and motionless as his deflating penis made sure every last drop of semen had been consumed. I'd take a break to rest my jaw and it would start all over again. One thing I noticed this time was that he didn't lock his thighs around my head as he usually did. It was when he said, "Wadarezha, k�azzem" that I realized I was not 'trapped' between his legs like I normally was. I also noticed that aside from when he had his orgasms, he was quite gentle and often stroked my hair. It made me feel good inside.

"Khaled," I asked, "why is it that you didn't lock your thighs around my head like you used to do?"

"Ahh, you noticed!" He said with a smile. "I used to do that since I needed to make sure you would not pull back when I gave you my cream. However, you have become so good that I no longer need to worry about that. I can continue to do it if you like though."

"There were some times when I wanted to pull back in the beginning. But now that I'm good at it, I don't feel that way anymore. It's nice when you have your legs around my head, but not too tight. I like how you are gentle and stroke my hair now; it feels nice when you do that." I could feel myself blushing, so I turned my head away.

Khaled knelt down, and with one finger under my chin, turned my head to face him. "Jamie, you know I care for you deeply, so if that makes you feel good, I shall make sure to do it always in future." He took me in his arms and gave me a hug, and I realized that this was the first time I had felt close to him in this way. It was like he was a big brother to me now. I got dressed and headed for the door when he added, "Tar saba khunday pe aman."

One of the odd things about my relationship with Khaled was that he sincerely wanted to make sure I was doing well in school. Yeah I was his 'penis slave', (to put it crudely) but that was no reason for me not to do my homework. So on the days that I had homework (which wasn't too often since I was only in 6th grade) he would make sure I did the homework first before I did my 'other' work on his penis. He would even help me with my homework if I had trouble. He wouldn't give me the answers; he actually would help me learn it so I understood.

If I wasn't able to understand something right away, he would often spread his legs and say, "Why don't you take a break and perhaps that will help clear your mind." As strange as it may seem, quite often it helped. Even if it didn't, I usually liked taking a break from homework anyway.

I know it sounds very odd, but he really did care about more than just having my lips wrapped around his penis, and I credit him for much of my math learning. I'm sure my math grades would have been lower without his help.

As the school year dragged on, we became very accustomed to each other, and our relationship deepened. I recall one incident just before Christmas when I somehow got on the bad side of a bully at school. The bully had punched me in the face after school and I had a bloody nose. While I did cry on the way home, I had stopped crying by the time I had gotten home. Once I entered Khaled's apartment and was taking off my clothes, he noticed the dried blood on my nose and asked me what happened as he got a damp cloth to wipe my face. After I explained it to him, he got on the phone and called one of his friends.

It seemed that Farhan (one of his friends whom I had 'pleasured' a couple months before) had a younger brother who went to my school. Farhan's brother was in grade 8, while I was in grade 6. Khaled spoke to Farhan and asked him to have his younger brother, Abbas, look out for me at school. When I went to school the next day we met by the portables. He told me to point out who it was that struck me, and I did. I watched as he approached the bully, and talked with him. He was too far away so I couldn't hear what was said, but after a minute Abbas came back and told me that I would have no more problems with him. If I did, I should come and find him at recess and he would sort it out for me. I assumed that Farhan would be expecting a 'thank you' the next time I saw him.


CHAPTER 6

It was that time of year, the snow was on the ground, and the Christmas break was almost near. While Khaled didn't celebrate Christmas, he was off school like everyone else, so it was a holiday for him nevertheless. Since my parents had the time off, I didn't have many chances to go downstairs to Khaled. In the five days before Christmas, I was only able to sneak down twice. During the times when I could go down, especially if it had been a few days since I had serviced him, he would be bursting at the seams. I would get right to work and he usually shot his load within minutes. When I heard a car in the driveway, I would run back upstairs. I was tempted to sneak downstairs at night, but I was too worried I would get caught.

On Christmas day, my mother wanted to invite him up for dinner, but he politely declined. He was very thankful and assured her that while he respected our observance of Christmas, as a Muslim the holiday had no significance in his religion. She was disappointed (like any mother) but accepted this and allowed him to retreat to the basement, but not without a slice of her apple pie - which he graciously accepted.

A couple days after Christmas, I was down in the basement with my lips around Khaled's penis, when he began to talk to me. This was uncommon for him, since he usually liked to focus on the pleasure.

"Jamie," he said, "I have been meaning to mention to you that I will be going to my uncle's house for the weekend, and I wondered if you want to come with me."

Pulling back off his penis, I pulled a pubic hair from my mouth before saying, "I don't know..." in an unsure manner.

Sitting up, he crossed his legs in front of him. "It's for a visit. I don't get to see my relatives very often because of school, and because my uncle has to work. Since my uncle is on holidays, he could drive down and pick us up on Thursday, and bring us back on Sunday." New Year's Eve was on a Saturday that year. "Your parents were asking me to watch you on New Year's Eve; I could tell them that you would stay with me at my uncle's house for a few days instead. We will have time together and you can meet my relatives."

Although I wasn't sure what to expect, I had felt lonely since I had so little time to be with him, so I agreed. He got dressed and told me to wait until my parents got home; then ask them to come down. I did as he instructed and he discussed it with them. Since my parents never needed an excuse to dump me and go off on a trip, they decided to take off to Las Vegas. They would leave Thursday morning, and Khaled's uncle would be by to pick us up before noon. Since my parents packed a bag for me Wednesday night, I was all ready to go for Thursday.

Thursday came, and my parents left for their Las Vegas vacation. They provided Khaled with a phone number where they would be staying, as well as the number for one of my relatives that lived a couple hours away. After they left, we had about an hour to kill, so we watched TV. Khaled seemed a bit nervous, which was uncommon for him.

"Jamie," he said, "I need to talk to you about my uncle and his family." I sat up and gave him my attention as he continued. "My uncle does not know very much English, neither does my aunt. My cousin speaks English fine though, she is in grade 7 now if I remember properly. So for my aunt and uncle, they may speak a bit in English to you, but most of the time we will be speaking Pashto, so I will translate for you as needed, and my cousin can translate as well if I am not around."

"That's OK," I replied, "maybe I'll learn some more of your language."

"One more thing," Khaled added, "my uncle is used to the old ways of his country, so he expects children to be very obedient. Never ever question what he asks of you or disobey. If you don't understand something, just ask me or my cousin. Otherwise, always do as he says so he doesn't get angry. Same with my aunt. She has little tolerance for misbehavior."

A horn honked in the driveway, it was his uncle. Grabbing our bags, we went out the side door, since Khaled didn't have a key to lock the front door. His uncle was in a burgundy 4-door sedan, although much of the car was covered in snow and slush. The trunk popped open as we walked to the car, and Khaled took my bag and put it in the trunk with his. Gesturing with his head that I should get in the back seat, I opened the door and climbed in. Khaled got into the front seat. As we got in the car, his uncle greeted Khaled saying, "Staray me she."

Khaled replied, "Salamat osey, keday shi taso Jamie" and then turning in his seat added, "Jamie, this is my Uncle Naqeeb."

"Hello." Naqeeb said to me in a heavily accented voice, as he smiled into the rear view mirror before adding, "Tsu kalan yast?" I waited, and then looked at Khaled.

Turning to look at me, Khaled explained, "He asked how old you are."

"I'm eleven."

Naqeeb nodded, and continued to drive us out of the city. At this point Naqeeb said something to Khaled in Pashto, and Khaled replied back, after which they started talking back and forth in their language. I made no attempt to try and understand it; since it was unlikely any of the few words or phrases that I knew would be spoken in casual conversation. So I just gazed out the car window as we drove to the home of Khaled's uncle.

Pulling into the driveway at our destination, I visually surveyed the home before me. It was a small brick bungalow, and there were two white pillars outside the front door, supporting the small roof that covered the porch area. Otherwise, I didn't notice too much else from outside since everything was covered in snow. I later learned that they were renting the house, and that they picked a house outside the city since it was much cheaper.

The car rolled to a stop, and the trunk popped open before the engine was shut off. Naqeeb and Khaled both opened their doors, so I got out as well. Silently I followed Khaled, since I was feeling a little nervous at being in a strange place. Once we were inside the door, Naqeeb called out, and his wife came to the door to help gather our coats and hang them up. We all took off our boots and placed them in a boot tray near the door. A girl was sitting in the living room; I assumed this was Khaled's cousin.

Khaled broke the silence, "Jamie, this is my Aunt Ghaaliya," his aunt smiled and nodded at me, but she didn't verbally great me, "and this is my cousin Shameera." he said as he pointed to the living room.

"Hi..." Shameera said with a cheerful smile, while giving me a small wave from the living room. I needed that right now to put me at ease.

Khaled took my bag. "Jamie, this way and I'll show you around the house." His aunt and uncle were chatting back and forth in their language now, and Shameera went back to watching television. From the entrance of the house, it opened into the living room to our right, which is where Shameera was watching TV. A few feet to the left was a staircase going up to the second floor. Directly ahead was the kitchen, and at the back of the kitchen I could see another staircase going down to the basement. The aunt walked into the kitchen and slid a door closed behind her. It was one of those pocket doors that slides into the wall. Khaled led me to my left and up the stairs. As we reached the second floor he pointed out the rooms, there was a large bedroom for his aunt and uncle, and a smaller room that based on the decorations had to be Shameera's. The final room had the door closed, so he opened it and went inside as I followed. "This will be our room while we're here."

I looked around at the sparse surroundings. There was a double bed on one wall, a desk on the wall with the window, a chair in the corner and a closet to my right. "Where am I sleeping?"

"We will share the bed. Is that a problem?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "No, that's ok." The bed seemed large enough for the two of us, although it completely slipped my mind that this would be the first time I actually slept in the same bed beside Khaled.

Just then, I heard Naqeeb yell something, and Khaled yelled something back. "I need to go say prayers, and then we will eat lunch. You can stay in the living room and watch TV; we'll be down in the basement where he has the prayer room. OK?"

I nodded. "OK."

Lunch was uneventful, although it was fast becoming apparent that I would be learning to eat new foods. The soup we had for lunch was unlike anything I had had before. Not bad tasting at all, but just very foreign to me. At various times, the family would retreat to the basement for prayer, and I would wait for them to return. Dinner came and went; it was rice and meat, and some carrots. After dinner, I was sitting in the living room with Naqeeb and Khaled, and they were talking in Pashto. I couldn't understand them, so it was boring since the TV was off and I didn't want to ask them to turn it on. Khaled was in disagreement with his uncle over something. It wasn't a big deal, but I could tell there was something they didn't agree on, but that Khaled relented and accepted what his uncle said.

Naqeeb got up and went to the TV; he took a VHS tape off the shelf and placed it in the VCR. After pressing play, he returned to his seat as I waited to see what it was. The video started, showing what I later learned was some Afghan girls on a stage, dancing to Afghan music. After watching this for a while, Naqeeb said something to Khaled, and then with reservation Khaled said, "Hey Jamie, that looks like fun. Would you like to try doing the dance?"

This caught me off guard, since I really didn't have any idea what they were doing. I really wasn't paying too much attention to be perfectly honest. With pleading eyes Khaled was nodding as if to encourage me to say yes, so I nodded my head, albeit slowly. Seeing me nod to the affirmative Naqeeb shouted, "Ghaaliya!" His wife came in from the kitchen and Naqeeb proceeded to tell her something in Pashto.

"Come." She said to me in English.

I looked at Khaled, since I was unsure of what was going on. "Go ahead Jamie, just do what she says."

Standing up I walked to her, and she took me by the hand and led me upstairs. Walking into Shameera's room, Ghaaliya told her daughter something in Pashto. Shameera left the room, went in to her parent's room and shut the door. Ghaaliya pulled me into the center of the room by the bed and shut the door. Going to the closet, she started looking through the clothes. She pulled out a green dress, and laid it on the bed, before pulling out a matching pair of pants. Hesitating, Ghaaliya went to the door, opened it, and yelled something down the stairs. Naqeeb yelled something back, and she moved back in the room and closed the door again. She put the pants back in the closet and grabbed a long piece of fabric, which she tossed on the bed beside the dress. She moved toward me, and in the blink of an eye had pulled down my pants and underwear. Before I could lower my hands to cover my privates, she grabbed my shirt and pulled it up over my head and off.

Then, as I stood in shock with my hands still raised, she took the green dress and quickly slipped it over my head. The garment was a bit big, but it still fit well enough so that I wasn't tripping over it. The bottom of the dress fell just above my ankles. This was similar to the dresses they wore in the video. It had beads on the chest and there was a lace type fringe at the bottom hem. Ghaaliya turned to the dresser and opened the top drawer. I heard her digging around, and then I heard some jingling. Bending down she placed an ankle bracelet on each of my feet, and attached to the bracelets were little bells. Lastly, she grabbed the length of fabric that was laying on the bed, and deftly wrapped it around the top of my head, letting the rest hang down my back.

"Come." She said to me again, as she opened the door. I followed her out into the hall, and each step I took caused the bells on my feet to jingle. At that moment, I heard a girl giggling, and I turned to see Shameera peeking out of her parent's bedroom, giggling loudly at my current state of dress. Her mother angrily yelled, "Shameera!" which caused the girl to quickly quiet herself and shut the door. I followed Ghaaliya back to the living room, and once I entered she quickly left me and went to the kitchen, closing the door behind her.

"Ssaaista p�eghla!" Naqeeb said with a smile and a hearty laugh. Khaled was smiling, not to make fun of me it seemed, but more so just because of the predicament, I was in. I walked towards the couch, and with each step the bells on my feet tinkled.

"Ghaaliya!" Naqeeb shouted for his wife again. "Tshaai."

Ghaaliya replied back and repeated the word he said, in the manner of a question. Naqeeb said "Ho." in a very firm tone, and Ghaaliya retreated into the kitchen to do what he had asked. "Jamie," Naqeeb said in his accented English, "dance!" The video tape was still playing, so I watched the video and tried to mimic the movement of the dancers. Obviously, I wasn't an expert, but he was smiling and clapping his hands, so at least he was amused.
After a time I heard the door to the kitchen slide open and Ghaaliya emerged with the tea and three cups. Without paying me a second look, she placed the tea on the table. Naqeeb then said something to her, so she went back upstairs and I heard a door close. Pouring us all a cup of tea, Naqeeb motioned with his hand that I should take a cup and drink.

"Jamie," Khaled spoke up, "drink it slowly, it's very strong tea, OK?"

I could see he was a bit concerned, but nevertheless he took up a cup and had a sip. I took a sip of my cup, and noticed that it was strong and bitter, although there was a lemon taste. I made a bit of a face after my first sip, but I didn't say anything since I didn't want to upset Naqeeb by refusing his tea. Over the next half hour, we watched the video tape and drank the tea. While Naqeeb had long finished his second glass, I was just finishing my first, I think.

Although I am not sure, I think he might have topped up my cup on a couple of occasions. My memory was getting a bit fuzzy, and I seemed to feel hot. At first, I thought it was the dress, but my face and cheeks were flushing too. It was becoming obvious that this was not normal tea. While I didn't know what kind of tea it was, the effect was mind numbing, although it felt very good.

"How are you feeling Jamie?" asked Khaled.

I paused, and then smiled. "Good, I think. I feel kind of funny."

"That's OK," Khaled said, "it's the tea, it's supposed to make you feel good."

Naqeeb turned to Khaled and spoke, although I didn't catch everything. Some of the words I heard were, "halek ... shunddawar ... gh�yem ... lasha." Wait a second, I knew that word... My mind was confused, so I couldn't remember where I had heard that before. Before I could think about it further, Naqeeb was taking the cups off the centre table and putting them on an end table. He then pushed away the center table that was in front of the couch. Walking back to the TV, he pushed the video tape back in, since it had since reached the end of the tape and ejected.

As the music began to play again, Naqeeb spoke to Khaled, and Khaled walked over to me and knelt down beside me. "How are you feeling Jamie?" he asked again.

"OK. What was that tea?"

"It's poppy tea, but never mind that." Khaled interjected, "Naqeeb has asked if you want to do some of the things with him that you do with me. Would you like that?"

Pausing for a moment, I had to think about what he was saying, since I wasn't quite sure of what he was asking. My mind was still very disorganized. However, I mentally gave up and just shrugged my shoulders. "OK I guess." Looking over to the couch, I noticed that Naqeeb had taken off his pants and underwear, and was sitting with his legs spread on the sofa. I started to put the pieces together as Khaled took my hand and pulled me up off the love seat I was sitting on. I had forgotten I was still wearing the Afghan dress, but I still felt the veil on my head. My bare feet dragged on the carpet as Khaled gently pulled me the short distance towards his uncle.

Once I reached the couch, and was standing between his uncle's legs, Khaled pushed down on my shoulders lightly. "Kneel down Jamie." I started to kneel down, but I was having problems kneeling down with the dress on, so I pulled the bottom of the hem up slightly as I knelt. Once on my knees, Khaled gave me a little push from behind and I fell forward onto my hands, with my face between Naqeeb's thighs. My eyes now focused on the penis in front of me. Not yet erect, it sat there, almost like it was staring at me, trying to determine my intentions. It was quite odd since it looked different from Khaled's. It looked more 'weathered' if that makes any sense.

"Pranistay." Naqeeb said, and I remembered this time what it meant. I complied and opened my mouth. Naqeeb slouched down and allowed his crotch to slide forward toward me, as he reached out his right hand to grasp my head. His penis was becoming more erect now, and he used his thumb and forefinger on his left hand to lift his now swelling organ to my lips. It was hard to tell from this angle, but it seemed a bit larger than Khaled's. Although it would stand to reason that a grown man would have a bigger penis than a teenager. In my state of mind, I wasn't focusing. So when the head of his penis touched my lips it was clear that I hadn't opened my mouth wide enough. "Pranistay, pranistay." Naqeeb repeated in an impatient tone, and I mustered up my concentration to open my mouth wider. In a nimble fashion, he slid his penis home, pulling my head into his groin as his organ slid across on my tongue. "Sse!" he said while nodding his head.

Removing his left hand from his penis, he placed it on my head, where it joined his right. In a slow and steady fashion, he started to push more and more of his penis into my mouth. I could now tell that he penis was indeed a bit larger, but it still was not nearly as thick as I remember Jaweed's was. Once at the back of my throat, he paused. Unaware of my skill, he let out a gasp as I swallowed and started to coax his penis in further like I did with Khaled. He was mumbling something, but with his thighs against my ears I wasn't really able to make it out, especially since it was in Pashto. I took more of the member into the back of my mouth, and I had passed the point where Khaled's penis normally stopped. His penis was indeed longer, and this felt a bit different to me.

I don't know how I did it, but I somehow was able to take more of his penis into my throat. With Khaled, he was never long enough to go this deep. Although there was a lot of pressure, the biggest obstacle was the gag reflex, which I had long since learned to manage. It was just a matter of trying to swallow, which seemed to open and close my throat around the head of his penis, much like a snake that is trying to eat a large rodent. This was a new experience for me, and it felt kind of weird to have a penis that deep inside me. Swallowing again sent ripples through my throat, which caused his penis to get harder and slide further in.

However, I was surprised when Naqeeb pulled me off his penis. He looked into my eyes and said something in Pashto, but I didn't understand. I turned to Khaled, who translated for me. "He says you are very talented. He never believed that someone your age could be so good at this. No one has ever taken his penis that deep before."

"Did you tell him that I do this for you?"

"Yes," he replied, "but I only said you gave me 'pleasure', I did not share details of everything you do for me." At this point Naqeeb started talking again to Khaled, and Khaled talked back. They went back and forth for a bit, before Khaled got up and went to the kitchen. He came back carrying a small bottle of something; he didn't say what it was. "Jamie, my uncle wants us to do more things. I think it is too soon, but he thinks you are ready, so I will give in to his wishes."

I was still on my hands and knees, however keeping my head turned to look behind me was uncomfortable because of my position. So I turned my gaze back to Naqeeb's saliva covered penis, as it sat only inches from my mouth.

"Just hold still, I want to try something. Let me know if it hurts too much." Khaled said as I felt him lift up the back of my dress, and I then felt something cold and wet on my anus. All of a sudden, I felt something push at my bum hole, and I instinctively tensed up. "Just relax Jamie, trust me, I won't hurt you. I am just pushing my finger in your bottom."

He continued to press, and then all of a sudden I felt his little finger slip inside me. I let out a shallow gasp and then flatly said, "Ouch." without any emotion. What was weird was that although I felt stabbing pain, it was like the pain was sitting beside me. I knew the pain was there, but I didn't feel it directly, if that makes any sense. I was disconnected from it somehow, which I later figured out was because of the tea.

"Are you OK?" Khaled asked with mild concern.

"Yeah I think so." I paused for a moment. "It just feels... different. It hurt a bit, but it's better now."

"OK, I'm going to put another finger in, just relax." Khaled pushed a second finger into my hole, and while there was a brief sting, it wasn't as bad as before. I gasped again, but I didn't say 'ouch' like the first time. Not waiting for me to respond, Khaled continued. "OK, one more finger... here we go. Just relax..." Again I felt pressure and a bit more pain, but whatever was in the tea had obviously negated my ability to feel it.

"How are you feeling Jamie?"

"OK I guess. Why are you doing this?"

"Well..." Khaled hesitated, "I wanted to see if I your bottom was big enough to take my phallus. If you can fit three fingers, it should be able to fit. Would you like that...?"

His fingers were still inside me, and he was gently pressing them in and out without letting them slip out all the way. I was trying to comprehend what was going on, although I wasn't having much luck in my current state of mind. All I could think about was that when I hugged Khaled, I felt I could trust him. If he said this was good, I would trust him and let him do it. "OK Khaled, so long as it won't hurt." I felt his fingers slip out of me.

"Don't worry Jamie, it may hurt a tiny bit at the start, once you are used to it you will be fine. You just need to relax and let me inside you; I'll take care of the rest."

I could hear Khaled doing something behind me, and then I could feel him positioning himself. He straddled my legs and knelt behind me, keeping my dress pushed up around my waist. "Here we go, just remember to relax." I felt his penis push up against my bum, and I instinctively tensed up. Khaled sensed this. "Just relax, just relax..." He pushed again, and my hole started to open for him. Again I was feeling a lot of pain, but most of the pain was still disconnected. The effect of the tea was negating it, which was likely their intent all along.

"Keep relaxing, we're almost there."

All of a sudden, it happened, he slipped forward and the head was inside me. I let out a big gasp and my eyes flew wide open as I winced. "It hurts..." I moaned as my body spasmed around the fleshy intruder.

"You're doing very good Jamie, just stay relaxed." He must have put some kind of oil on his penis, since it felt slippery. However, it was still a very tight squeeze, and he wasn't rushing it. Over the next five minutes, he gently pushed his penis deeper and deeper. He would push in a bit, allow me to become accustomed to it, then ease out and push in some more. Looking back, I was glad he took his time given how tight a squeeze it likely was.

While Khaled was doing this, Naqeeb got up off the couch and turned off all the lights except for a small table lamp, and he also lit some incense. Grabbing my cup of tea from the end table, he brought it over to me and had me finish what was left while Khaled slowly worked his penis into my bum. Carefully reseating himself on the couch in front of me, Naqeeb lifted his leg as he sat down so as to not disturb me while Khaled was working the last inch of his penis into my bottom. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Khaled announced, "That's it Jamie, I'm all the way inside you. How does it feel?"

To be honest, I didn't feel very much, although I did offer a reply. "I kinda feel full, like I have to poo."

"That's OK; you're just feeling me inside you. It doesn't hurt does it?"

"Yeah it still hurts, but not as much as the beginning. What do we do now?" I asked, completely ignorant of what anal sex entailed.

"Now I move my penis in and out of your bottom, and my uncle will be using your mouth. This way you can please us both at once. You want to please us, don't you Jamie?"

I could feel Khaled as he ever so slowly was sliding his penis back out, although he stopped before it came all the way out. This feeling had distracted me, and so I had lost focus and forgotten what his question was. "What?"

"I asked if you wanted to please us. You want to please us, right?"

"Yes."

"OK, then just relax." Khaled said something to his uncle, who understood that I was willing to do what they wanted. Once he was all the way in, Khaled started to push me forward a bit as his uncle slid his bottom forward again, bringing his penis towards my mouth. I meekly allowed my mouth to open, and he slid inside without resistance. As I inhaled, I could smell the musky scent of Naqeeb's sex.

"Poriwahem." Naqeeb said to his nephew. At that moment, I felt Khaled push me off his penis with his hands on my waist, which pushed Naqeeb's penis further into my mouth. As the penis slid into the back of my mouth, Naqeeb's hands slid the veil off my head and ran his fingers through my hair before intertwining his fingers. Khaled was pulling me back now, slowly, as his penis slid deeper into my bum and the penis in my mouth slid back out until the tip was in my mouth. I used this time to breathe with my nose, before the penis in my mouth again sank deeper as the penis in my bum was sliding out. Naqeeb's penis was reaching deeper in my mouth and into my throat. There was still a bit of Naqeeb's penis that was outside my mouth, so it wasn't too bad and I wasn't gagging.

What was weird about this was that it felt that there was just one long penis that I was sliding back and forth on. No matter which way I was being pushed, there was a penis being pushed into me. Over the next few minutes, they began to develop a rhythm, which started slow. It would take about a second for me to be pushed from one penis to the other, and then another second to be pushed back the other way. Every now and then, I would need to pull off Naqeeb's penis so I could swallow my saliva, which was flowing freely.

The room became silent, except for the sounds of their heavy breathing, and a light jingling sound. At first, I couldn't figure out what the strange noise was, until I remembered that I was wearing these ankle bracelets that had small bells on them. With each stroke between them, the bells would jingle. It reminded me a bit of Christmas, although this was hardly the kind of 'gift' that I expected to be receiving.

Although a few minutes had passed, I had still not fully grasped the situation I was in. Here I was naked and wearing only a girl's Afghani dress. I was on my hands and knees as one man worked his penis in and out of my mouth, while his nephew was working his penis in and out of my bum. I was eleven years old, had been given some kind of tea that made me feel very good, and I was being used for sex. What was weird was that I remembered that there was still this man's wife and daughter in the house. I wondered if they would come down and see me like this. On the other hand, did Naqeeb tell them to stay away, I didn't remember. My focus was drifting in spite of the situation I was in, and I had totally lost track of time. I had just given in to their desires, and I offered no resistance as they used my body to please them.

My mind was pulled back to reality when I noticed that the rhythm of Khaled and Naqeeb had changed. At first, they were sliding me back and forth, so that they both stayed still as my body was moved from one penis to the other. Now it was different. I don't know when it changed, but now my body was still. They were synchronized and both were driving in at the same time, which was pushing both of their penises even deeper than before. This would cause me to gag on occasion. However, they were going so fast that it soon became impossible to do anything but just try and endure it.

As they hammered me from both ends, Naqeeb was the first to announce that he had reached his peak. Saying something loud in Pashto, he grabbed my head and pulled it deep into his crotch, then held it there as I gagged and my throat spasmed around his member. Khaled was still working me from behind as I felt Naqeeb's penis twitch and deliver its load straight into my throat. I could feel Naqeeb's fingers pressing into my head so firmly it felt like he was going to leave depressions.

Unable to breathe I found myself struggling, but it was to no avail. After a few spurts, he relaxed his grip and allowed his penis to slip back into my mouth, where I was able to take a deep breath of air through my nose. A few more smaller spurts were delivered into my mouth, which I swallowed readily before he removed his hands from my head. Putting his hands behind his head, Naqeeb leaned back and let out a sigh as his now deflating organ drooled into my mouth.

Khaled's pace had quickened, and he spoke to me in halted speech, "Jamie, I am nearly ready... I am going to deliver... my seed into you...!" At this point, his strokes became very fast and hard, and I could hear him as his body slapped against my buttocks. The aggressive movements of Khaled had caused Naqeeb's penis to slip out of my mouth, but Naqeeb didn't seem concerned with this as he leaned back and relaxed. Khaled had reached his peak now. "Here you go Jamie, it's all for you!" I could feel him spurting inside me; it was warm and seemed to fill me. I could hear Khaled grunting and letting out a deep sigh as his strokes slowed, before eventually coming to a stop.

He kept his penis inside me as it started to shrink, and my asshole shrinked around it. In less than a minute, his penis had shrinked to the point where it popped out. "Stay there Jamie, I need to get a washcloth." I complied as Khaled went to the bathroom, which I now know what the door was to the right of the kitchen. He came back with a facecloth, which he used to wipe my rear end, so I wouldn't make a mess on the carpet I suppose. He placed a towel on the floor underneath me, and gently moved me backwards so that I was now sitting back on my feet. The dress I was wearing slipped down and was now concealing my body from view, although I could still feel that my toes were peeking out the back of it since they were cold.

Over the next few minutes, both Khaled and Naqeeb cleaned themselves with washcloths, before sitting back down. Naqeeb didn't put on his pants, although his shirt was really long and it covered his groin. Khaled, who had initially taken off his pants and underwear while out of my field of view, was sitting further down the couch with a towel draped over his groin. I could feel that although my anus had closed, it hadn't closed all the way, so I could feel some fluids leaking out of me as I sat over the towel.

I was still trying to come to terms with what had happened, but the effect of the tea was still present, so I found my thoughts going around and around in circles. Was this what sex was like? Did I do it right? Did I like it? Why did I feel so tired when they seemed to be doing all the work? Wasn't sex supposed to involve girls somehow? Why did they put their penis in me; yet I didn't do anything with my penis. Why did I have to wear a girl's dress?

Naqeeb sat and finished the tea while I sat on the floor and watched. I seemed to have stopped leaking, as I couldn't feel anything drip out of me now. It had been about 15 minutes since they had finished having their way with me. I could feel a bit of an ache in my bum, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Since Khaled had taken his time entering me, it seems that I was able to adjust to the intrusion as best as possible.

Khaled took the towel off his lap, and then put back on his underwear and pants. Naqeeb stood up, put his pants over his arm, before looking at Khaled and I and saying, "Goodnight." in his heavily accented English.

As Naqeeb headed to the stairwell, Khaled got up off the couch and came over to me. He lifted up the back of the dress and again cleaned my rear end of any leftover fluids. "You can get up now." I stood up, and the green dress once again cascaded over my legs, while the bells reminded me of the ankle bracelets I was still wearing. "Here, let me get those." Khaled said, as he knelt down and removed the bracelets from my feet. Placing them on the end table beside the empty tea glasses, he took the towels and washcloths that remained and gathered them in his arms. "Come, let's go to bed"


CHAPTER 7

We walked in silence up the stairs, although I had to hold the handrail since I was still under the influence of the tea. As we passed the bathroom, he detoured briefly to place the soiled towels in a hamper, while taking one small clean towel with him. As we entered our shared bedroom, he closed the door behind us and then turned on the overhead light. Tossing the small towel on the nightstand, he walked over to me and helped me remove the green dress. He carefully folded it before placing it on the chair. "I need to use the washroom." I said, my bladder feeling the pressure of the tea I had consumed.

"Go then." Khaled remarked, seemingly unconcerned that I was naked. I was going to ask to put some clothes on, but I instead opted to grab the small towel he had brought with us to cover my groin in case I bumped into someone in the hall. Thankfully, the washroom was only a few feet away, since our bedroom was beside it. My bare feet padded briskly into the washroom, and I closed and locked the door behind me. After a quick pee, I washed up and ran back to the bedroom, grabbing the small hand towel I had taken with me. As I opened the bedroom door, I noticed that the overhead light was off, and a bedside table light was on. Khaled was lying on the bed, with the covers off, and he had taken off his clothes. "Close the door and come to bed." he said quietly. I quickly complied.

It would seem that I wouldn't be wearing the pajamas my mother had packed for me, but I decided to ask anyway. "Should I put on my pajamas?"

"No, leave them, just come to bed." There was a brief pause and then he changed his instructions. "Wait. Bring a pair of your underwear and leave them on the nightstand." Khaled watched me as I grabbed a pair of underwear from my bag walked to the bed. I placed the small hand towel back on the nightstand where I had taken it from, along with my underwear, and then I climbed up onto the bed.

It felt very weird to be in bed with Khaled. Although I had given him oral sex dozens and dozens of times at my house, things were different somehow. When he had sex with me, something changed. I don't know how to describe it, but there was a new connection between us. Khaled took the covers and flung them over us both, then leaned over me and shut off the bedside light. However, the room wasn't fully dark, a nearby streetlight and the moon reflecting off the snow allowed me to see shadows and outlines of the furniture. We were both reclining in bed, and I was waiting for what would happen next. I knew we wouldn't be just going to sleep, but I didn't know what was going to happen.

Khaled broke the silence and started to speak in a quiet voice. "Jamie?"

"Yeah?" I replied in kind.

"I need to tell you something about tonight."

"What?"

"Well..." he hesitated, "what I did... what we did... I don't know how to say this... It was my first time that I ever did that to anyone before."

"Really?" I asked with surprise, although I wasn't quite sure why I was surprised. I guess I figured after all we had been through that he was an expert at all these things. Only later in life did I realize that a teenager is still young as far as sexual experience goes.

"Yeah. My uncle gave me directions on what to do. He said he had done this before with boys when he was living in Afghanistan." Khaled paused, as if he was trying to think of what he wanted to say. "Jamie... I need to tell you that it was the best experience I have ever had in my life. I know you have become very talented in using your mouth to please me, but being inside you this evening was so much better than that. It's hard to describe... You were so tight and warm inside, being inside you just felt so good. It didn't hurt you, did it?"

"Kinda. My bum feels a bit sore, but it's not too bad. It's not as bad as when I fell off my bike; that hurt a lot worse." Since we were talking, I decided to ask him about our encounter at Cubs camp. "Khaled?"

"Yes?"

"When I first... Yuno, when we first... Ummm, at the camp, when you had me suck on your thing, was that the first time anyone had done that to you?"

"Honestly Jamie? Yes, it was. I had never had anyone put my phallus in their mouth before, but I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of the other guys. So I made a big show of making it look like I had done this all before." There was a pause as we laid in bed in the dark room, before then he continued to speak.

"That was why I peed in your mouth in the woods. It felt so good when I gave you my seed; I wanted to know if it felt as good when I had to pee." He paused again, before rambling on, "Even though I know that my seed is not the same as my pee, I still like when you drink it. I like knowing that my fluids are inside you, I don't know why. I hope it doesn't bother you."

"Well, I guess if it makes you happy it's OK." I replied. "I'm getting used to it now."

"After that first night, I was afraid what would happen if you knew I was just as inexperienced as you were. I was being selfish and I kept the truth to myself, for that I am sorry Jamie. I hope you don't think badly of me because of this."

As Khaled spoke, I was considering what he was saying. To be frank, Khaled had filled a void in my life. I had no brothers or sisters, and since my family had only moved to this city in the summer, I also had no friends. When I went to the new school, everyone knew everyone else since kindergarten, and I was the only new kid that joined that grade. I tried to make friends, but in the end I was an outsider, and I was treated as such. While my parents never mistreated me, they also never really spent much time with me either. They both worked, and they both were exhausted when they got home. On weekends, they seemed more interested in spending time with each other than in spending time with me. I think that was why they enrolled me in Cub Scouts so that they could get me doing something without them having to be involved.

In the end, Khaled had come into my life at a time when I felt very alone, and so I was willing to do whatever it took to please him. Even though I was essentially a tool to give him sexual pleasure, I never felt like I was being used in that way. He always did care about my wellbeing, he never hurt me or hit me, and he never raped me or otherwise used physical force to get what he wanted against my will. Khaled was always kind & gentle, yet firm & persistent, in achieving his goals. On the other hand, he would also help me with my homework, and helped me that time when I was beaten up by a bully. The hours I had spent sucking his penis had quickly become intimate relaxed experiences where I felt at ease.

With my thoughts in check, I replied, "No, I'm not mad. I think a few weeks after we started doing it every day I kinda got used to it. But I like it now. I never had anyone care about me like you do Khaled. You're like a big brother to me, and if doing these things makes you happy, then I want to do it."

With that said, Khaled was perfectly placed to ask, "Umm, Jamie?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you mind if we did what we did in the living room again?" Khaled said with hesitation. This in of itself was a very interesting moment, since I had almost expected that he would just say we would do it again. However, he has always wanted me to desire the contact between us, so in hindsight it wasn't totally unexpected.

For me I was unsure of whether I wanted to do it again. I was tired, and I didn't know if it would make my bum feel worse than it felt already. As I pondered his request, Khaled's hand came to rest on my body. He started to stroke my stomach gently, hoping to influence my decision. His action bore fruit though, since it was his show of affection toward me that pushed me into allowing him to 'have me' again. "OK," I replied, "but go slow so it won't hurt."

"Of course Jamie, you know I would never hurt you." He tried to give me a hug, but since I was on my back and he was on his side it was more like a half-hug. However, the gesture was not lost on me and it made me feel more relaxed. "Use your mouth to make it wet, so it will slip in easier." Without waiting for me to respond, I felt his hand on my head as he pushed me under the covers and into the darkness between his thighs. His penis was already hard, and he wasted no time in guiding it straight into my mouth.

I had been sucking him for only a minute when he said, "OK Jamie, come back up and lie on your side, facing away from me."

I did as instructed, and I could feel him reorienting himself behind me. His one hand was on my hip to hold me in place, as I felt the tip of his penis moving around the outside of my bum. After making sure he was in the right place, he started to push. By instinct, as I had before, I tensed up. This caused me pain. "Owww." I said. While I still had a bit of the effect of the tea in my system, my bum was still sore as well.

"Sorry Jamie, but you need to relax. Just like you did downstairs." Since we were both lying on our side, he didn't have much leverage. He decided to rectify that. "Lie on your stomach; maybe that will make it easier."

I complied, and soon I felt him again try and penetrate me. Wiping his saliva-soaked penis between my butt cheeks, he again began to push. This time there was more pressure, but I tried as hard as I could to relax. My efforts were rewarded as he broke though and slipped the head of his penis into my ass.

"Ahhh..." he sighed.

I let out a big gasp, before moaning with pain.

"Are you OK?" Khaled asked with concern.

"Yeah, but my bum is still sore. Can you wait a bit before pushing more?"

"Of course," he replied, "but why don't we lie on our sides so we can be more comfortable." He carefully rolled me back onto my side while keeping his penis head firmly embedded in my bottom. Once we were on our sides, he waited for a minute and then without asking started to push again. It was fortunate that we had had sex earlier, since I was still wet inside and this helped to make his entry that much easier.

He was having some problems with leverage again, so instead of pushing me on my stomach, he used his arms and legs to compensate. We were both lying on our left sides, and he took his left forearm and slid it under my body in the soft area between my ribs and hips. At the same time, I felt the covers move and his right foot snaked over my body and came to rest on the bed in front of my pelvis. He then grabbed his right ankle with the left hand he had moved under me, so he was now able to keep me from sliding forward. While it wasn't totally comfortable with his forearm under me, it was a minor thing that I quickly forgot about.

With a means to generate leverage, he kept pushing, little by little. It didn't take him long to bury himself in me. Without asking how I felt he slowly began to work the length of his penis in and out of my bottom.

Since I wasn't as affected by the tea this time, my mind was less distracted. As such, I was able to focus more on the feelings surrounding it. Let's be clear here, I had not reached puberty yet. The feelings were different for me than for Khaled. For me the feelings in my bum were pressure and a bit of pain when we started. I wasn't getting the sexual pleasure out of this like he was, but I was enjoying the intimacy.

However, what made this desirable and worthwhile was the way Khaled treated me. Unlike when I spent my afternoons between his legs as a servant to his penis, this was different. I could feel his chest pressed against my back, and his right arm was wrapped around my chest, holding me close to him. As I noted before, something had changed between us when we jointly lost our virginity this night. He seemed so much more caring now; I was not yet sure if this was because he really cared more for me, or because he was hooked on the feeling of pushing his penis inside me. Either way, he genuinely seemed to care more for me, and this made me care more for him.

I was thinking about the discomfort of his left arm under my body, and almost if by magic he removed it shortly afterwards. He kept his right foot in place though, as it was needed for him hold me in place while he continued to bury his penis inside me.

As we lay in bed, Khaled slowly continued to work his penis in and out of my bum. The room was now silent except for the sounds of our breathing, and the occasional crackle of noise coming from the point where our two bodies joined. He was working his penis at a measured pace, not too fast, but not too slow. It would seem that he wanted to make this last, as there were a couple of occasions when he would stop pushing and just hold me tight for a while, before resuming again at a slower pace. With no clock in the room, I had no way to follow the passage of time. However, I was very tired and so I just closed my eyes and relaxed to give in to his needs. If this made him happy, then I was willing to submit to him and allow him to use me for his pleasure. Time seemed to stand still as he rocked me slowly, sliding his penis in and out, while keeping a tight hold of me with his foot to retain his leverage. Without warning, he pulled the covers off us, perhaps since it was getting warm under the sheets.

Khaled broke the silence, "Oh Jamie, you don't know how good this feels. I'm so glad that you like doing this. We'll be doing this a lot more when we get home." I found it interesting how he said that I liked doing this, since I really don't remember saying any such thing. In fact, I don't recall anyone even asking me if I liked it. Frankly, I was still somewhat divided on how I felt about it, since it did hurt my bum. On the other hand, I did like the intimate contact, his body against mine, as he held me in his arms. However, it seemed that my fate had already been sealed. This behavior would be happening in future now, whether I desired it or not.

After a few more minutes I felt Khaled's thrusts quicken, which I had learned meant he was about to deliver his hot offering inside me. As expected, he started to grunt. As he hugged me tight, I felt him tense and then push in all the way. His first spurt coated my insides, before a second spurt did the same, followed by a third. Khaled let out a long sigh, and relaxed his grip on me. He stroked my hair as his penis continued to twitch in my bum, and he gently continued to stroke his penis in and out a few more times. Once spent, we both laid still for a minute. His penis was still inside me, although it was beginning to soften now.

"Jamie?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you OK?" he asked with a bit of concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I think so. It doesn't hurt any worse than before, but it's still sore."

"Well I'm glad I didn't hurt you. You know I would never hurt you." Khaled added with compassion in his voice as he stroked my hair.

Unsure of how to respond, I simply replied, "Yeah."

"Hand me the towel and your underwear off the table." he said as his penis slipped out of my bum. "Roll on your stomach." Doing as he complied, I rolled onto my stomach and passed him the items. I felt him putting my underwear on me, but just before pulling them over my bum he took the hand towel and placed it over my anus opening. Pulling the briefs up the rest of the way, I lifted my hips up to allow him to get my briefs the rest of the way on me. It would seem he wanted to make sure I wouldn't leak in his bed.

"Can you do me a favor Jamie?" Without waiting for a reply he continued, "My phallus is covered in covered in our juices. Please clean it so it does not soil the bed sheets." I could feel Khaled moving on the bed, he was sitting up now, and moving to the head of the bed. Once he reached the pillows, he lifted his left leg up and over me and used it to pull me between his legs. Although I wasn't keen to be putting my mouth on his penis after it had been in my bum, I was far too tired to object. I meekly allowed his now soft penis to enter my mouth, and proceeded to work up my saliva so that I could properly clean him. My tongue worked its way under his foreskin. Although he was circumcised, the head of his penis had retreated somewhat under the foreskin, and so I had to work my tongue underneath it to make sure he was clean.

After working my tongue over every inch of his penis in my mouth, I started to feel him harden again. I had expected that he might have me suck him, but in a bit of a surprise he gently pushed my head off his penis. "That's good; you can go to sleep now. Try and sleep on your stomach so your bottom doesn't leak." I felt him move in the bed again, and then I felt him pulling the covers back over us. "Goodnight Jamie."

"Goodnight." I replied, as I quickly drifted to sleep.

Khaled let me sleep in on Friday morning, so I woke up around 9:30am. I could still feel a bit of pain in my bum, but it was more an ache, like I had fallen down or something. I got out of bed and went to my bag to get some clothes. When I bent down I could feel the small towel in my underwear, and I remembered he put it there last night. I pulled it out and saw a small crusty spot where there had been leakage, but it had since dried up. I put the towel on the bed, and then grabbed some clothes from my bag. After tossing on socks, I put on a shirt and pants before going downstairs. Shameera was sitting watching TV, and I heard the rest of them talking in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen and Khaled greeted me, "Good morning Jamie, did you sleep well?"

"I guess so." I replied in a nondescript fashion.

Ghaaliya said something to Khaled, who in turn translated to me. "She wants to know what you want for breakfast."

"Do you have any cereal?" I asked Ghaaliya, forgetting that she likely didn't understand me. Khaled translated, and Ghaaliya turned and opened the cupboard to get me a bowl and some cereal.

"Jamie, our family has to go to prayers today." Khaled remarked, "On Fridays we must go to the mosque to pray, so you will need to come with us since you are too young to be left alone.

Ghaaliya placed a bowl of cereal in front of me, and left a pitcher of milk and a spoon beside the bowl.

"What will I do when we get there?" I asked Khaled, unsure of what a mosque was.

"All you need to do is sit on the floor at the back of the mosque and stay quiet. We will be sitting nearby, but you will be able to see us."

"OK." I said, although I really didn't know what to expect. However, it didn't sound like it would be a problem.

After I finished my cereal, Ghaaliya took my bowl to wash it. I walked out to the living room and sat down on the love seat. Shameera was sitting on the couch, and she had her feet up on the cushions. The TV was showing commercials, so I wasn't really paying attention. My mind was drifting to last night, as I tried to make sense of what happened with Naqeeb and Khaled. I was still having difficulty understanding why I had become a focal point for the pleasure of others. Was this how it was for all boys at my age?

"Jamie?" Khaled was standing behind me near the stairs.

"Yeah?" I turned my head to face him.

"Come, we need to get cleaned up before prayers."

I got up, and followed Khaled up the stairs. "Why do I need to get cleaned up?"

"Don't you shower at home?" Khaled asked with a bit of a laugh in his voice.

"Yeah..."

"Well it's time for a shower then." At the top of the stairs, we walked into the bedroom and he closed the door behind me. "To save time we will shower together." He started to get undressed, and motioned to me to do the same. Going to the linen closet, behind the bathroom door, he grabbed some towels and tossed them on top of the closed toilet lid. Walking to the bathtub, he stopped and turned to me. "OK, get in, and kneel down on the mat. I need to pee first." I hadn't considered his remark, so I was a bit perplexed when he didn't take the towels off the toilet lid. His intentions quickly became clear however. "Close your eyes and open your mouth. Drink what you wish."

Khaled stepped in the bathtub, and positioned himself in front of me. I was no stranger to this treatment, having been subjected to it when we were at camp in the woods. He was only a foot away from me, and once he saw me close my eyes he let loose with a stream of hot urine. The fluid hit my face first, before I felt the spray being directed towards my mouth. He kept the flow directed at my mouth until it was full, and then as I closed my mouth to swallow he briefly directed the stream upwards to cover my hair. Since the shower wasn't running, I could smell his urine strongly as it ran in rivulets down my face.

With my first gulp of urine complete, I opened my mouth again and he used the opportunity to push his still pissing penis into my mouth. I was unprepared for this, and I struggled to swallow his flow as urine gushed from around my lips and down my chest. "Nnnnnn" I protested in vain before my mouth quickly filled and I was forced to swallow. However, I was fortunate in that he was at the end of his stream and I only had to swallow a few more times before his bladder was empty. I continued to nurse on his penis, unsure of whether Khaled wanted me to do.

"No Jamie," Khaled said as he pushed my head off his penis, "we need to shower now. There will be time for that later." The way he said it, you would think it was my idea to be kneeling in the shower, soaked in urine, with his penis in my mouth. I began to stand up, but he stopped me. "Stay there." he instructed as he placed a hand on my shoulder to prevent me from standing.

Khaled pulled the shower curtain closed, and then turned on the water. It took a few moments for him to get the temperature right, while I remained on my knees before him. Once it was warm, he sprayed me down, rinsing the urine from my hair. "OK Jamie, stand up. Let's get you washed." Khaled poked his head out of the shower curtain and stretched to get something. Once back in, I saw he had a washcloth that he had left with the towels on the toilet seat cover. He held it up to the showerhead to get it wet then took a bar of soap from the soap holder and lathered it up. He then proceeded to kneel down and briskly wash my body. He didn't wash my hair, which didn't bother me any since I had washed it Wednesday night, only a day and a half ago. Besides, my shampoo was in my bag so I couldn't get it now. Once done, Khaled took the shower hose and rinsed me off.

"Kneel down and wait." he ordered as he began to soap back up his washcloth.

I complied, and moving to the end of the tub I knelt down out of his way, thankful that the bathtub had a shower mat in it so my knees didn't hurt.

"Bismillah." Khaled announced aloud as he began to clean himself, although I didn't know what that meant since it wasn't one of the words that I had learned. Working the washcloth over his body, he first washed his hands, but only up to the wrists. Taking water into his mouth, he gargled and spit it out. He repeated this three times and then rubbed his teeth with his finger. Then, in what seemed very odd to me, he took a handful of water in his right hand and inhaled it into his nose, before exhaling it back out. He did this three times, as I stood watching him with bewildering curiosity. With his nose clean, he continued and washed his face, again doing this three times. I began to notice a pattern, that every time he washed a part of his body he would do it three times. Was this intentional? Now he was washing his arms, which was weird since he washed his hands earlier. Why wouldn't he wash his arms when he washed his hands? He obviously had done this many times, as he repeated his movements with expert precision. With his arms clean, he now washed the other parts of his torso, under his arms, and his thighs before stopping and handing me the washcloth. "Clean me."

I was unsure if I heard correctly, so I said, "What?"

"Clean me." he curtly said again in a manner-of-fact tone. "Use the washcloth to clean my... private regions. They must be spotless, front and back."

Standing akimbo in front of me, Khaled watched in silence as I took the washcloth and began to clean his genitals. Still on my knees, I took my time. Despite handling his member, he did not become erect. Once he was satisfied with my work on his front, he turned around and presented his buttocks to me. Despite not feeling keen about touching his bum, I continued and washed his nether region. Again, after he was satisfied with my work he turned to face me. After putting his head under the shower one more time, turned off the water and moved towards me.

"Lean over." he directed as he reached past me to get something from outside the shower.

I had noticed it when I was in the washroom before, but I wasn't sure what it was. It looked like a piece of wood, but it was smooth and varnished. He picked it up, and then carefully lifted it over my head as he brought it into the bathtub. I was initially confused as to what it was for, until he placed it across the top of the tub and then sat down. It was a bench.

"Now my feet." He lifted up his feet and held them in front of me. "Do this..." He held out his left hand and made a fist with all but his pinky finger. I mimicked him, but since I did it in a mirror image using my right hand, he corrected me. "No, with your left hand." Now that I had it correct, he continued to direct me on how to clean his feet. "Start here," he instructed as he pointed to the baby toe on his right foot, "and clean the toes. Then use your finger between each toe, starting from that toe and going all the way across. Once all the toes are clean, you can clean the rest of my foot, until you pass the ankle."

I began to follow his instructions in a rushed fashion, but I didn't get past more than a few toes before he stopped me.

"No. Do it properly."

"Sorry." I replied timorously, before starting again from the beginning. This time I was slow and methodical as I washed his toes, and then I cleaned his feet up to above the ankle, as he had directed.

"Good. Again."

Since I had noticed the pattern of 'three' beforehand, I wasn't too surprised when he asked me to do it again, and then a third time. Satisfied with my foot washing, he instructed me to exit the tub, and without allowing his feet to touch the water in the bottom of the tub he swing his body over the side. Grabbing a towel from the seat of the toilet, he put it on the floor as he stood up, so his feet would stay clean. We both dried off, and once done he took the towels and tossed them into the hamper. Then without any concern for who may be outside, he opened the door and strolled to the bedroom. I hurriedly followed, with my hands covering my genitals. It was a bit odd walking in the hallway naked, but I assume that this was common for his family, at least the men anyway.

After getting dressed in my 'better' set of clothes, I went downstairs, sat on the couch with Khaled, and watched TV. About an hour passed, and I could faintly hear the shower running almost constantly. I could hear some loud voices upstairs, and then I heard people coming down the stairs. Naqeeb, Ghaaliya and Shameera emerged at the base of the stairs, and Naqeeb said something to Khaled to alert him that they were ready to leave. "Let's go." Khaled said to me as he got up from the couch.

We all got dressed for the winter weather, and headed out to the car. In what seemed a bit odd, when we got in the car Khaled got in the front seat, and his aunt got in the back. I would have thought the adults would get in the front seat, but I said nothing about it. Shameera wanted the window seat, and so as we were getting in the car she made sure that I got in before she did. It was odd, but she definitely made it clear that she ranked above me in this group. I later suspected that she had been 'low girl on the totem pole' prior to my arrival, and so she was enjoying the brief time when someone else took that position. While I could suggest that I was above her being a 'male', that argument went out the window when I wore her dress - and she knew it.

The twenty-minute drive to the mosque was uneventful, and when we walked up to the temple, I found it odd that the women and girls all went to a different set of doors. Entering the temple Khaled instructed me to take off my boots, and he did as well. I followed Naqeeb and Khaled as they walked along the back wall, and then Naqeeb said something to Khaled, which he translated to me. "Sit on the floor here, against the wall. Do not move or speak to anyone until we come and get you at the end, OK?"

I nodded and knelt down on a carpet with my feet underneath my bottom.

Naqeeb and Khaled moved to the area ahead of me, and found a place on the carpets/mats for themselves. The prayer itself was pretty boring for a boy of my age. There was standing, bowing, kneeling, bowing to the floor, sitting and lots of repeating. At times people would say things aloud, but it was not in English. However, I really wasn't paying too much attention to be honest. There was also a guy who was speaking at the front, kind of like a priest I suppose, although I had never been in a church and had only seen it on TV. I could hear a few kids who were with their fathers, sometimes they would talk out of place, and it would change the atmosphere in the room while the father struggled to get the young boy to be quiet. In the distance, I could barely hear the females. It would seem they were in an adjoining part of the temple, although segregated from the men, and out of view.

When it was done, everyone got up and Naqeeb and Khaled came to get me before we left. I had a hard time with my boots since I only found one; someone had kicked the other one about five feet away. Then as I bent down to put my boots on, someone bumped into me and I fell over and on top of the feet of a man in front of me. He looked down at me with a face that suggested he was not pleased by this. There was also a long line to get out since some people were chatting just outside the doors, and everyone had to weave around them. By the time we got in the car, I looked at the dashboard clock - we had been in there a few minutes shy of an hour.

Once back home, we had a late lunch, and then Khaled suggested we play outside in the snow. Shameera came with us, and we basically just fooled around for a couple hours. It was starting to get dark, and Ghaaliya called us back in. Once inside they all went to pray downstairs, then when they finished Ghaaliya started to make dinner. Once the sun went down they went and prayed again, then we had dinner.

After dinner, everyone retired to the living room, except Shameera who went upstairs. I sat on the love seat alone, while the others sat on the couch, perhaps since it was closer to the TV. After we had watched TV for ten minutes or so, Shameera came downstairs and looked around to see where she was to sit. She gave me a bit of a look as if to say 'you are in my seat', but the love seat could hold two people, so I didn't see a problem. She walked to the love seat and sat down, and then in a brisk motion she swung her feet up and put them on top of me, before nonchalantly crossing them at the ankles.

"Hey..." I remarked in a meek voice, wondering what she was doing.

Ghaaliya then spoke up and said something to Shameera in Pashto, and then Khaled joined in and said something in Pashto as well. After a brief exchange between the three of them, there was silence, and Shameera's feet were still sitting on my lap. Khaled spoke up, "Jamie, Shameera usually puts her feet up when she sits there. If it bothers you then you can sit on the floor beside me."

I looked over at Shameera who had a smug and satisfied smile on her face. Seeing as I was the boy who dressed up in one of her dresses, it seemed she didn't have respect for me anymore. I decided not to make waves. "It's OK." At that point, Shameera uncrossed her ankles and then crossed them again in the opposite way while intentionally looking at me with a smirk on her face. As time passed she often would change the way she sat, and she continued to use me as her footstool. However, since it was getting late I didn't expect to be staying up too much longer, so it wasn't a big deal.

At nine o'clock, I was exhausted, so I excused myself and went to bed. After my late night yesterday, I was really tired. After stripping down to my underwear, I climbed into bed and was out like a light.


CHAPTER 8

I didn't feel Khaled get into bed, and he didn't wake me until the next morning at around 8 o'clock. Khaled must have been horny, as he was sitting in bed with his penis standing at attention. It would seem that since he didn't have a chance to 'relieve' himself yesterday, that he wanted to get an early start to the day. He was sitting in the bed, up against the headboard, with his legs spread. His right hand was very slowly moving up and down on his penis. I looked up at him, and our eyes met. While he wanted me to suck him, he didn't want to ask. His eyes spoke volumes, so I silently shuffled my body to the open space between his legs, as he lifted one leg to make it easier for me. Looking down at his penis, I licked my lips to wet them, and then unintentionally yawned. He stopped his manipulation of his penis, and placed his hands loosely on his thighs. I opened my mouth, and slid his cock in almost to the base, as he let out a low groan. I felt his feet as he crossed his ankles on the small of my back, while his hands stroked my hair.

"Jamie," he moaned, "I hear someone..." Then in a brisk motion he grabbed the covers and pulled them over us, before firmly squeezing his thighs against the sides of head, trapping my head in place and keeping me motionless. Suddenly, the door opened, and I heard a voice speak. It was Ghaaliya. She spoke to Khaled in Pashto, and he spoke back to her. Then she left, seemingly unaware of what was going on under the covers. "OK, she is gone now." he said as he relaxed his grip and continued working my mouth up and down his shaft.

It didn't take too long before he was ready to blow, as he didn't want to drag it out like he normally did. After 10 minutes, I felt him tense up, and his hands firmly gripped my head as he held it in place. He began to spurt in my mouth, and as always, I quickly swallowed down his offering without delay. After the first few spurts, he relaxed his grip on my head, and ran his fingers through my hair as his spurts slowed to a stop. I continued to nurse on his organ for another minute or so before he gently extracted his penis from my mouth and got out of bed. I followed and we both dressed and got ready for breakfast.

Breakfast was the same as yesterday. The day was uneventful; I don't recall much of what we did. In the afternoon, we played in the snow again, although we were back inside before it started to get dark. Dinner came and went, and like last night, we all ended up in the living room watching TV. Again, Shameera put her feet on me and treated me like part of the furniture.

At one point, she was sitting somewhat upright, with her feet underneath her - but both feet off to the left side. Since her feet were pressing against the right side of my right thigh, I was able to rest my hands in my lap. She shifted her position again, and quickly placed her feet on top of my lap again, but without giving me a chance to move my hands away. With her feet on top of my hands, I went ahead and started to slide them out from under her, but she would have none of it. As soon as she felt me try and pull my hands away, she uncrossed her ankles and laid her feet down flat. When I continued to slide my hands out from under her, she pressed down with her feet. She did the same when I once had my right hand at my side, and she used her foot to press against the top of my hand. Again, not letting me move it. It was clear that she enjoyed dominating me in this very subtle way, and she wouldn't allow me to move my hands until she moved her feet of her own accord. Thankfully, this was the extent of the contact I had with her.

However, Shameera was the least of my worries on this night. At around 9 o'clock Naqeeb started barking out instructions in Pashto to the others. Shameera went upstairs, presumably to go to bed, and Ghaaliya followed her to the bedrooms. I was expecting Khaled to say it was time for me to go to bed too, but he sat silently. I know it was New Year's Eve, but as a kid, I never really cared too much about it. The adults were always the ones that got to go out to parties, not the kids.

After a minute, Ghaaliya came back down and said something to Khaled, and then Naqeeb said something to her. Ghaaliya went to the kitchen, and Khaled rose from the couch and said, "Come upstairs with me Jamie."

I silently followed Khaled, thinking that we were retiring to bed. When I walked our bedroom, Khaled closed the door behind us and I immediately noticed the red ornamental dress on the bed. "Awww, not again..." I whined. The last time was embarrassing enough with a green dress; I wasn't keen about wearing a red one.

"Com'on Jamie," Khaled said as he tried to coax me into it, "it's not that bad. These dresses are expensive. You never see Shameera wearing them around the house, do you?"

"Then why doesn't she wear it?" I promptly replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Don't be smart." he admonished. "You remember what we did the other night right? My uncle has asked for you again, and he was hoping that he could change places with me."

I wasn't quite sure what he was talking about. "What do you mean?"

"He wants to do what I did the other night, and I will do what he did."

"You mean he wants to... put his thing in my bum?! But he's bigger than you and it hurt when you did it." My voice was elevated with concern.

"Don't worry, if you could fit me inside you then you can fit him. He is only slightly bigger than me. This is our last night here. He drives us home tomorrow after dinner, so you won't have to do it with him again."

I stood staring at the floor. While part of the reason was that I was worried about Naqeeb's size, the bigger reason - that I didn't declare - was that I didn't want to be with other people. I liked doing it with Khaled since I had bonded with him, but his uncle was a stranger to me.

"Do it for me please Jamie," Khaled pleaded, "he will be annoyed with me if you refuse."

"OK." I replied meekly, still staring at the floor.

Khaled came over and hugged me. "Thank you Jamie." After he broke off the hug, he didn't waste any time in stripping off all of my clothes and pulling the dress over my naked body. There was no head covering or ankle bells this time, just the dress. After adjusting it to make sure it was straight, he opened the door and I followed him back downstairs. Shameera was nowhere to be seen, and I was thankful for that. It was embarrassing enough without her giggling at me like she did last time.

Once in the living room I saw the teapot and cups on the table, and I heard someone - likely Ghaaliya - in the kitchen. A few moments later, I could hear her going upstairs, and I heard a bedroom door close. There was only one small light on in the corner near the TV, which made the room quite dim.

"Sit and drink your tea." Khaled said as he poured me a glass.

The TV was still on, and aside from the sound coming from the TV, no one was talking. We all drank our tea, which tasted as bitter to me that night as it did the first night. I finished one cup, and was working on my second when the effect started to take hold. The others seemed to be feeling it as well, and Naqeeb started talking to Khaled in Pashto. I didn't know what they were saying, and Khaled didn't translate, so I assumed it was just chitchat. Not long after they started to talk, they both started to undress. This time though they both disrobed completely, instead of just their bottoms like last time. Like last time, Khaled went to the kitchen and came back with a small bottle of some kind of oil.

"Why don't you join us on the couch Jamie?" Khaled said as he walked back from the kitchen, stopping on the way to turn off the TV. With the TV off the room darkened a bit more.

I got up and slowly padded over the couch. Before I reached the couch, Naqeeb reached out his hand and pulled me to the spot on the couch beside him. He then turned and placed his left leg up against the back of the couch, while keeping his right leg on the ground. His crotch was spread open obscenely, and it was clear he wanted attention. "Rawem, rawem." Naqeeb said, as his left foot snaked around my back and started to pull me towards his groin. Once I got close enough he used his hands to pull my head onto to his penis. I opened my mouth to suck it inside, and then I started to shift my position. Since I was lying on my side, it was hard on my neck, so with his penis still in my mouth I climbed my body onto the couch on my stomach in front of him. I felt his left foot come to rest on my back, and then his foot started to pull up the hem of my dress as he gave Khaled instructions. The dress was lifted and I felt fingers probing my anus.

"Just like last time Jamie, relax." said Khaled as he slipped the first finger inside me. Not long after I felt a second, and then a third. It was uncomfortable, but it didn't seem as bad as last time. "Jamie, do you think it would be better if I put my phallus in you first, to get you used to it before my uncle does?" I have to admit, it never ceases to amaze me how people can ask a question when you are in no position to answer. Here I was with a mouthful of his uncle's penis, and he is asking me questions. Of course I doubt the only reason he wanted to do this was because to help prepare me for his uncle. Based on how he responded last night he wanted another chance to penetrate me.

I tried to respond, but as expected, it only came out as "Ommf".

Khaled said something to his uncle in Pashto, and he pulled my head off his penis. "What did you say Jamie?" asked Khaled.

"I said OK, but just go slow please."

"Of course." he replied, as he moved into position behind me. Naqeeb quickly moved my mouth back onto his penis, although as he was doing before, he was very deliberately taking his time. It would seem he didn't want to risk an orgasm until he had a chance to penetrate me. Khaled was moving into position behind me, I felt his right arm reach around my waist and lift me up until I was on my knees. There was a brief pause and then I felt him pushing his penis against my bum. After the first two times he had had sex with me, I had learned to relax, so I let myself go and he slipped the head of his penis inside me. I let out a moan, since even though he had entered seemingly without effort, that didn't mean it was comfortable. I still found it tight, but under the effect of the tea, there was no sharp pain to speak of. Just pressure and a feeling of fullness. It didn't take as long as last time for him to work his way up to full penetration, but true to his word he didn't rush it and took cues from me. If he tried to push in too far I tensed up, so he would back off and wait a bit before trying again. A few minutes later, he was all the way in, and so he slowly and steadily started to work the length of his penis in and out of me. However as good as it felt for him, he did remember that this was not his night, so he eased himself out of me.

Khaled said something to Naqeeb, and Naqeeb carefully and deliberately eased my mouth off his penis. "Up, up!" Naqeeb said to both Khaled and I as he waved his hands. Once we were off the couch, he pulled off the cushions and opened it up. It was a sofa bed, although you wouldn't know it to look at it. Naqeeb was putting some oil on his penis, when he turned to Khaled and said something in Pashto and motioned to the bed.

Khaled nodded. "OK Jamie, climb up here." he said as he clambered up to the head of the bed, before sitting down on his heels with his back against the back of the couch. I climbed up onto the bed following him on my hands and knees, expecting that I would lie down on my stomach like last time. It was a bit awkward trying to crawl in the dress, and Khaled could see that. "Flip over on your back." he said, and once I did so he grabbed me under my armpits and gently dragged me further back. With my head lying on the bed between Khaled's thighs, Naqeeb joined us on the bed by my feet.

I was a bit nervous, and so I pulled my feet back so they were flat on the bed and my knees were bent, while at the same time pulling the end of the dress down so it covered my legs. Naqeeb chuckled at this. With his hands, he gently put his hands around both of my ankles, and then lifted my feet up. Nodding his head at Khaled, Naqeeb held up my feet and then handed them off to Khaled. At this point, the dress had fallen down so it was around my waist, and the lower half of my body was exposed. Khaled continued to pull my feet back towards him, which caused my buttocks to be raised up into the air.

"Are you ready Jamie?" Khaled asked.

Seeing as I really didn't have a choice, I responded as expected. "Yeah, but tell him to go slow."

Khaled said something in Pashto to his Uncle, who replied "Ho." Naqeeb shuffled up closer to me, and then started to rub his oily penis on my exposed hole. Once he was hard enough, he started to push at my entrance. Even though Khaled had been inside me only a few minutes ago, Naqeeb was larger and this was painful. Even the tea couldn't fully mask the pain I was feeling now.

"It hurts..." I moaned, as Naqeeb keep pressing against me.

"Shhh Jamie," Khaled cooed, "just relax. You can do it."

I tilted my head backwards. "No, he's too big, it hurts!"

"It's OK Jamie; he's almost in, shhhh." Khaled replied, as he continued to hold my ankles. Almost as if on queue the head of Naqeeb's penis slipped inside me, and even with the tea, I felt some pain with his entry.

"Owww, it hurts!" I said as I looked up at Khaled with pain in my eyes, although I didn't know it right away, I was also crying a bit.

"Just relax Jamie; the hard part is done now." Khaled let go of my legs, and they fell astride Naqeeb's torso. With his hands free, and perhaps to quiet me, Khaled brought his hands down to my neck. With a gentle pull, he lifted up my neck so that my head tilted further back. This position forced my mouth agape. "Here, this will make you feel better." he said as he shuffled forward and stuffed his limp penis into my mouth as he sat on my head. Once inside my mouth Khaled adjusted his position slightly to best allow my mouth to take more of his penis.

Naqeeb was still pushing, and little by little, he was burying his member in me. I continued to moan in discomfort, but with my mouth full it wasn't audible. Although Naqeeb hadn't yet hit bottom, he started to stroke himself in and out.

It was a tight squeeze on the bed. Since I was small, there wasn't much space between the two of them in this position. As such, Khaled was just using his pelvic muscles to rock in and out of my mouth. I think he figured that it was best to have my mouth full so that I wouldn't be able to complain. Naqeeb was in paradise though, as he would slowly push in and out while mumbling things in Pashto that sounded like he was he was pleased. The tea had helped to brunt the pain, which was subsiding now. I had pretty well just relaxed and gave in to what was happening. Khaled's scrotum was lightly bouncing off my nose, and Naqeeb's scrotum was bouncing off my bum. All was silent now except for their heavy breathing and the creaking of the bedsprings. After a couple minutes of bending my head backwards my neck was getting sore, so I pulled myself off Khaled and spoke up. "My neck is sore."

"OK Jamie, hand on a sec." Khaled said as he carefully stood up and turned around. He reoriented himself so that his feet were on either side of my head with his body pointing away from my midsection, and then slowly lowered himself back down to the bed. His action placed his body too high up, so I ended up with his scrotum in my eyes. Then he shuffled on the bed, his feet spread apart so that they cradled my shoulders. This seemed to give him the positioning he needed, so he lifted his bum up, pointed his penis at my lips, and then slowly let himself sink back down.

Gravity assured that his body would push his penis into my mouth, and I could hear him let out a small sigh as he lowered himself back down. I resumed my attention to his penis, while at the same time trying to distract myself from the pressure of Naqeeb as he was now pushing his full length inside me. Soon I heard Naqeeb say something in Pashto. Khaled was silent, but in response leaned his body forward. I think it may have been that since Naqeeb was leaning forward, he didn't want to have his face in Khaled's back. With his arms crossed on the back of the couch, Khaled rested his head on his arms and relaxed as he casually enjoyed my mouth.

Meanwhile, Naqeeb was pushing harder, and his body was now slapping against mine at the depth of his strokes. My feet were bouncing in the air as he pummeled me with his penis. However, it would seem he didn't want this to end too soon, since he slowed his pace considerably and let out a large exhale of breath.

Khaled continued to flex his pelvis slowly and steadily, pushing his penis in and out of my mouth at a very languorous pace. It appeared that he was doing this to keep me occupied, since he didn't seem to be too focused on what he was doing. "Hey Jamie, I can see the fireworks." Khaled remarked as he paused with his penis deep in my mouth. It would seem he was able to look out between the drapes as he worked over my mouth with his penis. I don't know why he was telling me this, it was not like I was in a position to jump up and look out the window too. The only fireworks I was seeing were the occasional stabs of pain from the large penis invading my rectum. Thank goodness they gave me that tea ahead of time; I don't think I could have tolerated this without it. Khaled's position had the unintended side effect of bracing me from sliding forward. Despite Naqeeb's thrusting, Khaled's feet cradled my shoulders like a doorstop and kept me from moving.

After another five or ten minutes rocking against my face, Khaled started to work his penis in and out of my mouth faster, and I could tell he was getting closer to orgasm. Suddenly, Khaled's hands reached down from above and grabbed my head, and then I felt the first blast of semen as it erupted in my mouth. I gulped down the salty offering as he continued to deliver more of his seed into my mouth. After he was spent, he relaxed and left his now drooling penis motionless in my mouth, then returned his arms back to the top of the couch and rested his head on them once again. It was as if this was the most natural thing in the world for him.

Meanwhile, Naqeeb continued his assault on my bum, occasionally muttering words in Pashto - likely words to express how much he liked what he was doing. Stopping briefly, he took my feet and brought them up to either side of his shoulders, before resuming. Since his hands were on my waist, his forearms acted as a brace to keep my legs from sliding off his shoulders and splaying outwards. This was actually a bit of a welcome change, since my feet weren't flailing around anymore. Khaled's penis had finished leaking whatever it had left into my mouth, and so Khaled raised himself off my face, while letting his penis slip out. Rolling off to one side, Khaled had one foot underneath him, and the other laying along the length of the bed, behind my head.

With Khaled out of the way, Naqeeb took this opportunity to lean further forward, which gave him more leverage. He continued to pound my backside, but the force of his thrusts kept sliding me forward on the bed. Naqeeb said something in Pashto to Khaled and then stopped his thrusts. Tightly gripping me around the waist to keep from slipping out, Naqeeb lifted me up and pulled me towards the end of the bed, and Khaled maneuvered into the small space above my head. Now sitting on his bum, Khaled used his feet and put one on each of my shoulders, at the same time he took my hands in his and gently but firmly held them down against the bed.

Naqeeb resumed his efforts in earnest, using the full force of his body to drive himself to depths I had never known. I won't lie and say I loved this; frankly, it was uncomfortable and very physical. As the pressure increased, I squeezed Khaled's hands, and he squeezed back. Khaled sensed my discomfort. "Don't worry Jamie, I'm right here." he said as the arches of his feet cradled my neck. Naqeeb was pounding me like a man possessed, and it was clear that he was ready to pop. Announcing it in Pashto, Naqeeb started to unload inside me as he pushed as deep as he could. Taking his arms off my waist, my legs now flopped to his sides as he continued to coat my insides with his seed. With a few more strokes, he was finished.

Khaled relaxed his grip on my hands as his feet backed away from my shoulders. Naqeeb said something to Khaled, which quickly prompted him to walk to the bathroom on the first floor, before coming back with a damp washcloth and some towels. Naqeeb stayed inside me as he shrunk, and once Khaled had returned, Naqeeb slowly removed himself from my bum.

"Stay there Jamie, you're leaking." Khaled stepped in and placed a small towel under my buttocks, while at the same time handing a damp washcloth to Naqeeb.

Naqeeb wiped down his penis, and then grabbed a towel and sat down on the love seat saying something in Pashto as he draped the towel across his groin.

"He says..." Khaled paused as he listened to Naqeeb speak, "that you were the best... ummm." Pausing, Khaled spoke back to Naqeeb in Pashto, seemingly unsure of how to translate what he had said.

After a couple exchanges, Naqeeb spoke in English, "Fuck."

Khaled's facial expression was one of surprise, seemingly unaware of how the Pashto word translated to such a graphic word in English. I almost found it funny that even though Naqeeb knew very little English, he still knew the swears. "He says that you were the best... umm... fuck, he ever had in his life. He wanted you to know that."

"Manana Jamie." Naqeeb said as he smiled.

"That means thank you." Khaled added.

Naqeeb began to speak again, and again Khaled translated for me. "He says he wants to play with you again, if you can wait until he recovers. Is that OK?"

"My bum is kinda sore, do we have to? Could I suck him instead?"

Khaled translated back my response, and Naqeeb nodded. I was thankful for this, since as much as the tea had helped, Naqeeb was bigger than I had perceived. Even though I had him in my mouth the other night, my mouth was better able to adjust to his slightly larger size than my bum was.

"So I guess you would prefer that I not put my phallus in your bottom tonight?"

"Yeah," I replied, "can I suck you again?"

At sixteen years old, Khaled had already recharged in the last five to ten minutes, and so he was ready to go. He said something to Naqeeb, who just gestured and nodded, as if to suggest that he Khaled should go ahead while he rested. "OK, just stay there Jamie, and I will climb on top of you again." Doing as he did before, Khaled climbed on top of me exactly as he had before. Once above me he pressed his organ against my lips, and then let out a quiet sigh as he eased down into my mouth.

This time Khaled leaned down and grabbed my hands in his, and after lacing his fingers in mine, he held our hands on top of his thighs. He rocked his pelvis slowly and methodically, occasionally changing the pattern of his undulations. I looked up and I saw his eyes were closed, and he had a very peaceful look on his face. This made me happy since I could see how much it pleased him. Because of the angle, his penis was pressing against the roof of my mouth and the head was rubbing back and forth across the ridges on my palate. I was thankful that his penis never got rock hard. While it was firm, there was still flexion as he worked his member in and out of my mouth.

Closing my eyes, I too gave in to the experience as he had, and I just allowed him free reign to use my mouth as he saw fit. In a way, it was relaxing compared to having had Naqeeb's large penis up my bum. I'm not sure how long we carried on like this, thirty minutes or so, but after a time I heard Naqeeb say something in Pashto, which Khaled responded to. At that point, Khaled sped up his thrusts, so I figured that Naqeeb was ready for me and he wanted Khaled to hurry up.

Squeezing my hands and holding them tight against his thighs, Khaled increased his pace. When he was almost ready to blow, he pulled my hands tightly towards his groin, which helped him to hold me in place as his thrusts were nearing the peak. That was not enough though, so he released my hands and using both hands grabbed my head and pulled it deep into his crotch. "Mmmmm... Oh yes Jamie, it's all for you." Khaled said as he began to deliver his seed into my mouth. Instead of thrusting his hips, he was slowly pulling my head back and forth on his penis as it continued to ooze forth its load onto my tongue. There wasn't as much as his last offering, but it was still just as thick. After a minute, Khaled slowly raised himself off me and climbed off the bed.

Naqeeb spoke up, in Pashto as usual, and Khaled replied in kind. While I didn't know what was said, Khaled was about to fill me in.

"Jamie, my uncle wants to have you as you are lying down, but with your body pointed the other way. Here, let me help you turn." As I lifted my head up to see what he wanted, he was taking my feet and spinning my body so my feet were pointed towards the back of the sofa. Since I was too high up, he took my hands and gently pulled me so I could lie down flat on my back. Always attentive to details, he lifted up my dress and made sure the towel that was underneath me was staying in place.

Once in position, Khaled nodded at his uncle, who took the towel off his groin and stood up. I was watching as he walked behind me, although when we walked to the end of the bed I was seeing him upside down. "Shunddawar..." Naqeeb said to Khaled as he motioned at me and nodded. His penis was beginning to harden a bit, but it was still far from its full size. Climbing up on the bed, Khaled's uncle was on his knees as he slowly approached me. Once behind my head, he dropped to all fours and walked with his hands to stretch his body up the length of the bed. As he did this, I watched his organ slowly got closer and closer to my face. Naqeeb had misjudged his position though, and his penis was now touching my upper chest. Determined not to make himself wait any longer, Naqeeb started to shuffle backwards bit by bit. He would look down, see where his penis was in relation to my mouth, then adjust his position some more. It was a somewhat awkward for him since he had to look underneath himself while holding himself up. However, I'm sure he felt the end result would be worth it.

With his penis very close to my mouth now, Naqeeb slowly started to lower himself down. "Pranistay, pranistay." he impatiently ordered as I remembered what the word meant and opened my mouth. With nothing in his way, he nonchalantly slid his meat into my mouth, not stopping until his saggy scrotum slid into place on top of my eyes. His testicles seemed to naturally gravitate towards the hollows of my eye sockets as Naqeeb let out a sigh and relaxed his body. I could feel the weight of his body on top of me, he was pretty heavy, and it made breathing more difficult. I started to nurse on his organ, and it responded to my efforts by starting to swell in my mouth. "Zheba lezh" Naqeeb ordered again, and once more my brief Pashto language class with Khaled was paying dividends as I understood his request and complied.

Using my tongue, I worked all over the head of his penis, as well as under the last bit of foreskin at the back of the head. As his penis grew, the head pushed its way to the back of my mouth, and so I just used my tongue on the shaft. His organ was beginning to touch the gag reflex area of my mouth, and while I had long since learned to control it, his penis was bigger than Khaled's. It did take a bit of effort to stay in control. I would gag on occasion, but I would suppress the urge to heave or vomit. Breathing was becoming an effort now. However, I was fortunate in that Naqeeb had become aroused and now wanted to take a more active role in having his organ pleasured.

I could feel Naqeeb raise his body onto his elbows, which was a welcome change since it helped to take some of the weight off my chest. Soon I felt his torso rise, and with it his groin. His penis started to slip from my mouth, but before it was all the way out, he pressed it back down again, inserting it all the way to the base. This was the hardest part for me, since it was hard to adjust to a penis going in and out of my throat very fast. Khaled never went very fast, so I always had time to adjust gradually as it went down. This time though, gravity was my enemy, and Naqeeb seemed unconcerned about the discomfort he was causing. His concern was only how good his penis felt when it was squeezed into the throat of the young boy underneath him. His assault on my throat repeated again, as he slowly started to develop a rhythm. He would push in quickly most of the way to get the bulk of his penis into my mouth. Then as he felt the resistance at my throat, he would slow down and apply steady pressure. I would then swallow to allow his penis to go in all the way, where he would hold it for a moment as my throat muscles contracted around his manhood, giving him great pleasure. If I openly gagged, he would back off and pause briefly to allow me time to recover before pushing down again.

As his speed increased, his thrusts against my mouth caused my body to start to slide a bit. Detecting this, he used his hands to hold each of my feet firmly, which was effective in keeping my body still as he used my mouth to please him. However, a beneficial side effect of his eagerness to stroke in and out of my mouth was that he wasn't pressing in as deep as he could. This gave my poor throat a bit of a break.

Because of the angle and resistance of my throat, it was easier for him to just push until he reached the point of resistance, and then pull up and repeat. It just took too long to get his penis in deep every time.

As he worked my mouth, my face was being abused by his scrotum and testicles, which were repeatedly buffeting me with each down stroke. While it was hard to tell time, it did seem like he was taking longer than when he was in my bum. Every now and then I would hear him groan, and sometimes I would hear him mumble something in Pashto, but it wasn't clear enough for me to make it out.

At one point, he stopped and buried himself fully in my throat, and I had expected him to start his orgasm, but he was just taking a short breather to catch his breath. Thirty seconds later, he continued his assault on my mouth, and I was starting to get a headache. Unfortunately for me, when they positioned me on the bed they put my head directly above one of those damn bars. While it was unintentional on their part, it nevertheless meant that each time Naqeeb stroked down hard, he pushed my head against the bar. While the mattress did negate some of the pressure, if you have slept on a sofa bed you know what I mean.

Fortunately, for me, it seemed that Khaled's uncle was getting close to his peak. I detected an increase in the speed of his strokes, and could feel the urgency. He was close now, and within a minute was slamming his penis all the way in to the base in long deep strokes. This was uncomfortable for me, especially with the bar, but Naqeeb had no way to know. I gagged each time he roughly forced his way into my throat, but I just tried to stay focused and breathe.

Suddenly, as I felt him quiver, he pushed his organ all the way in, forcing it as far down my throat as he could before holding it in place. My lips were being crushed against his public hair, and my head was being pressed deep into the mattress. I was holding my breath as Naqeeb let out a loud grunt, and then gasped. His testicles were nestled snugly in my eye sockets, effectively blinding me as I started to feel his penis unload its milky offering into my throat. It felt like he was trying to push his penis into my stomach. I felt his body tremble and heard him grunt loudly again as his let loose with another spurt, followed by another. Naqeeb relaxed his grip on my feet now, and his body basically collapsed on top of mine, but slightly to one side. This caused his penis to retreat until the head was just in my mouth, and allowed me take in air. As his penis delivered the remainder of his semen into my mouth, I felt him relax as he gently massaged my right foot.

Not long after he was spent, he got up and his penis popped out of my mouth. I continued to lay on the bed, exhausted for my part, still clad in the red ornamental dress that I had been forced to put on earlier. "Are you OK Jamie?" Khaled enquired.

"My head hurts since there is a bar under the mattress."

"Let me see, lift up your head." said Khaled with minor concern as he came over to look at it. His hands roamed over the back of my head, and feeling no bump he added. "I don't feel any bumps, you'll be OK."

Naqeeb had been cleaning his groin with a towel by the love seat, and was now gathering up his clothes. It seemed he wasn't going to get dressed before going to bed. Speaking in Pashto, he said something to Khaled before heading to the stairs. Khaled responded "Ho akaa." Turning to me Khaled said, "Come and sit on the love seat while I clean up here." I did as instructed, and as I got up, the towel that was underneath me slipped out and landed on the bed. "Just leave it." Khaled said, as I clambered off the bed. The red dress flowed neatly to my ankles as I walked slowly to the love seat. I sat down, and using the dress to my advantage, curled my feet under me before pulling the dress over them. At least my feet weren't cold.

Khaled cleared off the bed, and then deftly lifted the end of the bed and folded it back into the couch. Getting the cushions off the floor, he put them back in their rightful place on the sofa, concealing the bed from public view. Next, he went around, gathered up the teacups, and put them together on the table. He then grabbed the scattered towels and washcloth in his arms. He also grabbed his clothes, and he put it all on the love seat beside me. Lastly, he put the coffee table back in front of the couch, before coming back to the love seat and grabbing the pile of clothing and towels.

"OK Jamie, let's go to bed." he said as he walked to the stairs. Sliding my feet out from under the dress, I gently put my feet on the floor and stood up. As expected, the dress flowed neatly around me as I walked. While I didn't like wearing it, I had to admit it was pretty cool how the dress felt and moved when I was wearing it. As we climbed the stairs, Khaled stopped at the washroom to drop the bundle of clothing in the hamper, before continuing to our bedroom.

Once inside he walked turned on the light and closed the door behind me, and then walking to the night table he turned on the bedside lamp and walked back to the doorway to turn off the overhead light. Silently Khaled came over to me and helped me take off the dress, which he carefully laid over the chair in the corner of the room. Walking to the bed, he pulled back the covers and got in. I got in beside him, after which he leaned over and turned off the table lamp.

"Goodnight Jamie." He said as he laid himself down.

"Goodnight Khaled." I replied as I turned on my side. At that moment, I felt Khaled snuggling up behind me, and while I thought he might want sex, he didn't. His arm reached around to cradle me, as his back pressed against me. Even though I was still sore from the events that night, the pain seemed to melt away as Khaled held me in his arms.

I quickly drifted asleep.


CHAPTER 9

In the middle of the night, I found myself stirred from my sleep. The bed, and I, was rocking. I quickly realized that Khaled had slipped his organ into me and was enjoying a late-night violation of my behind. I moaned in an - I'm awake - fashion, before adding, "Khaled, I'm tired, can we do this tomorrow?"

"Shhh, Jamie, we have something special planned for you." he replied. At that moment I started to feel weird, it was almost like I was about to throw up, then it happened... As I opened my mouth, Khaled's penis exited my body from the inside of my mouth. Somehow, his organ had grown to excessive lengths, and he had pushed so much inside me that his penis had come out my mouth. While my mind was sluggish, I was starting to think that this couldn't be real.

I was right, it wasn't.

Quite often after my sexual encounters with Khaled at home, if they happened late enough, I would have dreams about it that night. They weren't necessarily dreams that were a direct replay of what happened, but more a reflection of my perceptions to an extent. I could likely write a book of my weird dreams, but I often forget them after I wake up - unless they are especially powerful. This was one of those dreams, the first I had had while staying at his uncle's house.

At that moment, I saw Naqeeb in front of me, and his penis was beginning to harden. As if by magic, Khaled's penis moved head-to-head with Naqeeb's penis, and then they joined into one single organ. Khaled stood up, and all of a sudden I was dangling off the ground, suspended between the two of them. Khaled pushed me, and then I effortlessly slid the two feet along the penis until my face was buried in Naqeeb's crotch. Then Naqeeb pushed me and I slid back to Khaled. It was like I was skewered on a pole, except the pole was a penis that was somehow interconnected to both of their bodies. They continued to slide me back and forth for a while, then they stopped and I fell to the floor.

However, at the very moment I hit the floor, I found myself back on the bed lying on my stomach. Khaled was gone and Naqeeb was sitting there with what looked like at least a two-foot long penis. "Come, suck it for me Jamie. You know you want to." he said, which was weird since he didn't speak English in real life. At least not like this. I was scared though, since his penis was too big. As I lifted up onto my arms to try and move myself away from him, I realized that I was now wearing Shameera's red dress again. At that moment, I felt pressure on my back, and I looked behind me to see Shameera sitting on me. She was fully clothed, just as I had always seen her. She grabbed my hands with hers, and leaned back. This caused my back to arch, and lifted my head up further. As I protested, Naqeeb slid forward a bit and slipped the head of his two-foot long penis into my mouth, which instantly hardened the shaft.

"Are you ready Daddy?" Shameera asked in a typical little-girl voice. Naqeeb nodded silently. With my arms still taut, I felt Shameera put her bare feet on the back of my head, and as she relaxed the tension on my arms, she pushed forward with her feet. The end result was that she was forcibly impaling my mouth on her father's penis as I struggled to escape her. As the inches passed, I was still able to breathe, although I shouldn't have been able to. Naqeeb was lying back on the bed with his hands behind his head and his fingers laced, while he watched his obedient daughter deftly push my head down the length of his two-foot penis. I was still struggling, but Shameera was too strong for me. Once I had 'bottomed out' and my nose was in her uncle's public hair, she paused as her feet rubbed the back of my head for a while.

Felling tension on my arms, Shameera was pulling me back off Naqeeb's penis, although the reprieve was short lived. Soon after his organ had almost left my mouth, she resumed her pressure with her feet to impale me on it once more. As she continued pushing and pulling my head up and down her uncle's penis, she began to giggle. It was the same giggle I heard when she saw me in her dress the other day. She continued this assault, giggling on occasion, until Naqeeb spoke up. "I'm ready now."

Naqeeb removed his penis from my mouth and got out of bed, while Shameera effortlessly flipped me over on the bed onto my back. She quickly clambered to the area behind my head and pulled my hands above my head, before kneeling down and placing her ankles over top of my wrists. With my hands immobilized, she pushed her knees against the sides of my head, keeping it in place. Then she used her hands to open my mouth forcibly. Naqeeb was standing against the side of the bed, and his two-foot long penis was easily able to reach my mouth from his position without needing to climb onto the bed. He casually placed the end of it into my mouth, and Shameera moved her hands away. Looking down at me from above, Shameera said with a smile, "I hope you're thirsty."

At that moment, I felt fluid enter my mouth. Since it was a dream, I was unable to taste it. So I really didn't know if it was semen or urine. I was watching his member as it pulsated. It reminded me of those cartoons where the gas hose has those obvious bulges showing so you can tell that something is flowing in the hose. His penis rippled in the same way, and my stomach was filling rapidly. As I started to feel pressure in my stomach, I started to struggle a bit.

Shameera quickly tightened her grip, and my hands were no match for her feet that held them down. She didn't even have to use her hands to control me; they were resting on top of her thighs. "Don't struggle Jamie," Shameera said with a smirk, "you know you can't win." She began to stroke the outside of my throat with her right hand, and I could feel my stomach expanding well beyond any level that it had been before.

I felt like I was going to explode, and at that moment the flow stopped. Shameera relaxed the grip of her knees on my head, and Naqeeb walked away, his penis slipping out as he went. Before getting up off the bed, Shameera leaned down and whispered, "Oops, I almost forgot..." With a smirk still on her face, she placed her hand on my mouth, and then when she took her hand away my mouth was gone. She let out a giggle and got up off the bed, then skipped out of the room.

I used this chance to lift my head and examine my stomach. To my shock, it looked like I was nine months pregnant. My stomach was distended a good foot from the rest of my body. I tried to call for Khaled but nothing came out since I had no mouth.

All of a sudden, I lurched forward, and I found myself back in bed. I was awake now, although I was sweating and my heart was racing. Khaled was asleep beside me, and aside from his hand on my waist, he had not attempted to be intimate with me. It was all a dream, or a nightmare, depending on how you look at it. The darkness outside the window indicated that it was still nighttime, so I laid back down. It took a while, but I eventually got back to sleep.

I woke up early in the morning, just before sunrise, unable to sleep. I guess that dream from the night before had disrupted my sleep cycle. Khaled was still asleep, and the house was quiet. With my head still on the pillow, I laid awake in bed for a few minutes, just allowing the cobwebs to clear from my brain.

I'm not sure if it was the dream from last night, or the events of late, but I had an urge. On every occasion when someone's penis was slipped into my mouth, it was because they wanted me to do it, or they had expected me to do so. The end result was that while I was never physically forced to suck a penis, I never did so of my own desire. Before I had started doing this, I had never even considered it. As an eleven year old, sex acts were not front and center in my mind for obvious reasons.

So here I was, lying in bed with a 16-year-old boy, whose penis I had sucked every weekday since the beginning of school. Every time I sucked him, it was because he expected me to and wanted me to. I didn't seek him out for this; it wasn't something I asked of him. This made my feelings at this moment that much more unexpected. In short, I had a strong desire to crawl under the covers and suck him. It was an unplanned desire that *I* had, something that I wanted to do. Ironically, I felt very unsettled by these feelings. I couldn't figure out why I felt this way.

After a few minutes of thought about how I felt, I decided to give in to my feelings. The longing to have Khaled's penis in my mouth wasn't going away, so with significant butterflies in my stomach I slowly slid out of bed. I quietly walked to the end of the bed, and then carefully lifted up the covers and started to crawl underneath. It was fortunate that Khaled was on his back, since I don't know how I would have done it otherwise. He was still naked from last night though, so I would not be obstructed otherwise. Creeping along the bed, I heard every little creak of the mattress, and I worried that he would wake up. It's not that I thought he would be angry at me for doing this, but I just worried what he would think. It was the lack of knowing why I was doing this and what he would think of it that concerned me.

Once my head was above his crotch, I was barely able to make out his penis. It was laying soft off to one side, and Khaled's chest was rising and falling slowly as he slept. The first thing I had to do was use my hand to lift it up. While I had sucked his penis many times, he would usually have me keep my hands at my sides and just use my mouth. So it was a bit weird to grasp his soft penis in my hand. With one arm balancing me, I reached out and gently took it in my hand. Then, as I slowly sank to the bed between his legs, I aimed the head at my mouth as I carefully sucked his penis into my mouth.

At first, all I did was just hold it in my mouth, so that I could try and arrange my body in a position that was comfortable. I settled on a position, which had my body lying on its side, and my head was resting on his thigh. I had to curl my legs in close to my body, so my feet would be under the covers. Cautiously, I began to nurse on his organ, gently so as to not wake him from his slumber. Closing my eyes, I relaxed and just tried to immerse myself in the moment. His penis began to harden now, and every so often I would stop what I was doing and listen, to hear if he was awake. I don't think I have ever felt more relaxed and at ease than I did at that moment. After everything I had experienced, something had drawn me to this. My mouth was meant to suck his penis. It was clear to me now.

As these thoughts flowed through my mind, Khaled stirred. I froze in place and waited to see if he was waking up, or just shifting position.

"Jamie?" he said as he snaked a hand under the covers to feel my head. I don't know why he called out my name, since I don't know who else he would expect to be under the covers.

I didn't reply, but instead I just gently continued to suck on his penis. With anticipation, I waited to see what he would do. Khaled let out a relaxed sigh, and then gently tousled my hair. At that point, the tension I was feeling melted away.

I felt Khaled start to move. With one hand on my head, he held me in place as he rolled over onto his side. This action rolled me over onto the opposite side of my body, and I continued to roll my body so I was on my back. This was a more comfortable position for me. Khaled was now laying on half on his stomach, and half on his side. One of his legs was alongside my body, while the other leg was bent at the knee and that foot was on my stomach. Removing his hand from my head, he let out another relaxed sigh, before slowly starting to hump his groin against my face. He was now doing the work for me, and he paid back my initiative by working over my mouth in a slow and relaxed fashion. He wasn't really moving very much - since he was buried in my mouth almost all the way - and he was only pulling out about an inch or so before pushing back in. With my hands needing something to do, I gripped the foot on my stomach and started to rub it. I didn't know how to massage, so I just rubbed it in a gentle fashion. His body was motionless except for his hips, which rocked back and forth, as he slowly worked his penis in and out of my mouth with a constant rhythm.

Although I don't know how long this lasted, it seemed like hours. Of course, in reality, it was likely no more than a half-hour. I was in a trance-like state, when Khaled spoke.

"Jamie?"

His first call failed to breach the state I was in, so he called to me again, this time a bit louder.

"Jamie?"

I was unwilling to take my mouth off his penis just yet, so I just replied as best I could. "Whfff?"

Khaled pulled back the covers. "You need to stop. I have to pee."

While I was never a fan of drinking his urine, I had done so before. However, it was because he wanted me to, and I did it to please him. I didn't want this moment to end, so I decided to offer my stomach to him as an alternative. While I was no expert at drinking it, and I didn't really enjoy the taste, this was something I really wanted to do right now. I can't explain why.

I slowly extracted my mouth from his penis. "You can go in my mouth, I'll drink it." As soon as I had made my declaration, I sank my mouth back on his penis and gently continued to nurse on it.

"Jamie, this is not like before. I need to pee now; I can't go one mouthful at a time. If you want it, then you must drink it all at once. We can't make a mess in the bed. Are you sure you want to do this?"

I took in everything that he had to say, but I had already mentally committed myself to it already. While I was a bit uncertain about drinking it continually without a break, I was hoping that I would adapt to it. I slipped my mouth off his organ once more. "I'll do it. You can go all at once, but try not to go too fast. I won't spill it though, I promise."

"OK Jamie, get ready." He reached a hand down, weaving his fingers through my hair and pulling my head firmly into place.

I again slipped his penis back into my mouth, but I didn't suck it. As I learned from before, he needed to be soft to pee. We sat in a strange silence as I kept my mouth around his member, the head lying on my tongue, waiting as it softened and for the flow of urine to start. I was worried about whether I could do it, but it was too late to turn back now as I started to feel a small dribble of urine leak from his penis. At that moment, the flow increased substantially, and I labored to keep swallowing as his grip on my head tightened. While he did seem to try and keep the flow a bit slower than what it was at the start, it was still a non-stop stream of urine, something I had never swallowed before.

At this moment, my focus was solely on his penis, and the flow of urine from it. Nothing else in the world mattered to me right now. My mind was clear of all other thoughts, all that mattered was making sure that I could keep swallowing fast enough so that I wouldn't spill any of his urine. I also had to breathe, and I quickly developed a pattern so that I didn't have to inhale or exhale on every swallow. However, breathing did set me back, since a half-second spent breathing was time that my mouth wasn't swallowing. I'll be honest; it was really a close call. There where points when urine backed up into my mouth and I was worried about a spill, but I swallowed hard and fast. Soon I could tell I had passed the peak, as his flow started to diminish. The hard part was passed, and I gave myself a chance to take some more breaths. With his bladder nearly empty, I was really proud of myself for having completed it without spilling. When he was done, I took a few moments to just breathe with his penis in my mouth.

"Are you OK Jamie?" Khaled asked as he leaned back a bit to give me a chance to breathe.

Slowly pulling off his member, I replied, "Yeah, I'm just a bit tired. That was harder than I thought."

"You did very well. I was worried you might spill and wet the bed. We'll have to do this again. It's still a bit early, did you want to get up now or do want to sleep some more?"

Thinking about it, I was watching his penis as it dangled in front of my face. At that moment, I could see a single drop of urine appear at the head of his penis, but it wasn't in danger of dropping yet. My mind was drifting; he had asked me what I wanted to do.

Almost as if in a trance, I felt as though I needed more time sucking him. I can't explain it. Regardless of the reason, I didn't answer Khaled, but instead I wrapped my arm around his buttocks and slid my mouth over his penis. At the same time, I pulled him so that his body again was on top of me, and I gently started to suck on his member. I heard Khaled exhale in relaxed way, and then he slowly pulled the covers over us. Closing my eyes, I gave myself over the experience. Khaled slowly rocked his pelvis against my mouth, and his foot was gently rubbing my urine-filled stomach.

I would say it took him about 15 minutes to reach his peak. When he was near orgasm, he pulled the covers off his stomach and my head, while leaving his legs and my body covered. He pressed his body down and my head was pushed into the mattress as he unloaded into my mouth. Once done, I gently cleaned his organ, but I kept it in my mouth hoping that he would want to continue. We stayed motionless for about 10 minutes; I didn't want to suck since he was normally sensitive and had me stop. This time though, as his penis shrunk, I simply bided my time. It was an interesting moment in time. Here I was, lying on the bed with his organ in my mouth, and we were both treating it as if it was perfectly normal and natural. We both were relaxed, and both of us were enjoying what we were doing.

It seemed that my luck was about to pay off though, as when I started to gently nurse on his member, it began to - ever so slowly - start to swell again. As it grew in my mouth, I used my tongue to tease it out of its protective sheath. Once it emerged, Khaled languorously started to hump my head with his pelvis again. This was the best part of the morning, since he took his time, and it was almost an hour before we started to hear other people in the house getting out of bed. Over the course of that hour, he took his time and worked over my mouth in a very gentle and loving fashion. I knew it would be some time before he came again, since even at his prime age he still needed time to recharge. Despite the mild discomfort, I was feeling in my jaw, there was no urgency. We both had nowhere to go, nowhere to be, and no one else was awake. It was just him and me, his penis, my mouth. That was all that mattered right now. As my mind wandered, I found myself wondering what Khaled was thinking. I wished I could see the look on his face so I could better understand how I was making him feel.

Occasionally he would reach his hand down and run his fingers through my hair. At other times, he would use his foot to rub over my stomach and the side of my body. When he did this, I would reach out with my hand and caress his foot in return. Out of all the experiences I ever had with Khaled, this was the one I remembered as being the very best. We were in no rush, and towards the end of the hour, I was so relaxed that I almost felt like I could fall asleep. However, once we started to hear noise, we both knew that we needed to get up. Khaled started to increase his pace, and I hung onto his buttocks as he started to hammer away at my head. Knowing he was close I pulled his body so he was lying fully on top of me, instead of half on his side. He took this cue and drove his penis deep into my mouth, using long and forceful strokes. I stretched my hands upwards on the bed, hoping to connect with him, as one of my hands brushed up against his elbow. Seeing my hands, he reached down, laced his fingers with mine, and pressed my hands into the bed as he continued to build towards his imminent release.

Suddenly, the moment arrived. With a grunt, and a grip that I thought would break my fingers, he started to unload his cream. It was one of his most powerful orgasms that I could remember up to that point. Once he had passed the first few spurts, he relaxed his grip on my hands. As the remainder of his semen flowed into my mouth, I could hear him as he sighed in pleasure. He slid back to his half on stomach and half on his side position, which took the pressure off my head. We stayed this way for a minute, as his penis drained what was left into my mouth. During that time, he stroked my hair.

"Jamie, that was incredible." he said, still somewhat out of breath.

Looking up at him, I could see that he was sweating. I slipped my mouth off his penis, and laid my head back on the mattress. "I hope you didn't mind," I began, "I woke up early and I really wanted to do it. I don't know why."

"Mind?! Jamie, I wish you could wake me up every morning this way."

I smiled up at him as he tousled my hair. "Me too."

Khaled rolled onto his back, then with open arms said, "Come."

I climbed up the bed and crawled onto his body, and he laid me down so my head was on his chest. He wrapped his arms and legs around me, and then pulled the covers over us. This was a completely non-sexual gesture from him, and he never got hard. Khaled just wanted to cuddle me, and we stayed that way for about ten minutes. It was this gesture that really made me start to feel like I loved him in a non-sexual way. As weird as that may sound from a boy at that age. He was like the big brother I never had, and that was something I had come to treasure.

After we got up, the rest of the day was uneventful, and much the same as the other days. We watched some TV, and played outside for a while. In the mid-afternoon Khaled and I packed our bags for the trip home.

Ghaaliya and Shameera said good-bye to us at the door, and Naqeeb loaded us into the car for the drive back. As they did on the drive in, Khaled and Naqeeb were talking in Pashto, so I just tuned them out and looked out the window as we went. About ten minutes into the drive home, I realized Khaled was calling my name.

"Jamie? Jamie?"

"Yeah?" I said as I directed my gaze toward him.

"My uncle was talking with me, and he wanted me to make sure that you won't speak of what happened on the weekend. I assured him that you are mature and could be trusted."

If there is one way to butter up a kid, it's by telling them that you think they are 'mature'. Every kid loves to hear that. "Oh yeah, no I won't tell anyone. I promise!"

"Good Jamie, I will tell him that." Khaled turned back to his uncle and relayed the message that I would keep our secret. At that point, Naqeeb briefly turned his head to face me, while smiling and nodding in acknowledgement. With his attention now back on the road, Khaled and Naqeeb continued to talk. Once again, I turned my attention to the world outside, looking at the large snow banks.

When we got home, I was hoping one of my parents would come out and thank Naqeeb for looking after me, and perhaps invite him in. However, they did neither. We said goodbye to Naqeeb, and went in the back door. As we were stripping out of our winter coats and boots, I yelled out to my parents to let them know I was home, and my mother came to the top of the stairs.

"Hi honey, did you have a good time?" she asked, completely unaware of the 'double-entendre' of her remark.

I looked at Khaled, smiled and then I turned back and replied, "Yeah mom, it was great." Saying goodbye to Khaled I went upstairs and he retreated into his apartment below.


CHAPTER 10

We were still on holidays from school, but unfortunately, I was unable to get a chance to see Khaled at all until after school had resumed on Wednesday.

When I came home from school, I ran downstairs, and as usual locked the door behind me and stripped off my clothes as I walked over to the sitting room. Surprisingly Khaled wasn't undressed yet, so I just said, "Hi." and went over and laid down on the daybed.

"How was school today?"

"OK I guess. I wish the holidays were longer."

"I'm sure you do. If you're willing Jamie, I'd like to do something different today."

"What...?" I replied with a bit of hesitation, since I wasn't sure where this was leading.

"Since you learned to take me into your bottom, that is another thing we can do. You have also drank my pee, which I enjoy giving to you. On one occasion, you licked my feet as well. All of these things are different, and they feel different. So instead of you just sucking me, why don't we do different things every day?"

"Like what?" I replied.

"How about you decide for today? What do you feel like doing?"

This caught me off guard, since I had never really thought about taking a lead role. He had his needs, and I satisfied them. I was content with that, and the attention he paid to me in return was my reward. "I don't know Khaled, what do you want to do?"

"That's not what I asked." he said with a smile.

"I don't know, I'm no good at deciding. You decide today."

Khaled laughed. "And what if I decided that I wanted to fill you with my pee and then enjoy your bum? Would you like that?"

I was now slightly regretting my indecision. "Ummm, I guess so."

"OK." Khaled said with a smile as he got up from where he was sitting at the kitchen table, and started to undress as he spoke. "I have some good news. When I was at school, I asked Morad if there was something I could buy to make sex easier with you. I didn't tell him it was for you. So he told me about this gel I could buy at the store. I bought some, so we can try it out today. I never did like the oil, too messy and greasy."

"Oh, OK." I wasn't really sure what kind of stuff he had in mind, since I knew nothing at all about lubricants. I was just glad he hadn't told anyone else about what we had done.

"Over here Jamie." Khaled directed, as he stood in his sitting room. I got up off the daybed and went over to him; then I knelt down in front of him, sitting on my feet. "We'll do it the same as we did the last time, all at once, OK?" You don't want to spill on the carpet.

"Yeah, but not too fast."

"I know." he replied as he pointed his soft penis at my mouth.

I opened my mouth, and tightly sealed my lips around the head. Swallowing the saliva in my mouth, I prepared myself for the deluge.

"Ready?" he asked, looking down at me.

I nodded, and then closed my eyes. I'm not sure why, but it seemed to help me focus.

Khaled ran his fingers through my hair, gripping my head as he relaxed and tried to release his bladder. I started to feel a few drips, which was my warning symbol to take a deep breath. Bracing myself, the urine hissed into my mouth and I began to swallow like mad. "Mmmmmfff!" I moaned in shock at the sudden inrush.

"Ahhh..." Khaled sighed loudly as he firmly held my head in place on his spewing organ, "You should know I didn't pee all afternoon. I was saving it for you." Khaled significantly slowed the stream, since it always started at full speed and then he slowed it down.

It seemed that he really wanted to fill me today for whatever reason, and based on how much I was swallowing he might just do it. I passed the 10 swallow mark, and it wasn't until I neared the 15 swallow point that I started to worry if I would fill up. However, as soon as I did swallow 15 his flow volume eased up, and the remaining 5 or so swallows weren't nearly as bad. I was really full though. He wasn't kidding when he said he was holding it. Now that he was nearly done, I was breathing deeply. With so much urine, I was hard pressed to catch a spare breath between swallows. Keeping my mouth firmly attached to his penis, I waited until he finished his last squirts.

"Wow that was a lot!" I said as I pulled off his now spent phallus. Despite the large amount of urine I ingested, I never really had any problems with stomach upset. While I would feel bloated, it was since it was a large intake of fluid. My unease wasn't because I drank his pee; it was because I drank so much fluid at once.

"Hey, look at your belly!" Khaled said as he pointed at me and chuckled. I could see why he found it funny. You could see that my stomach was ever so slightly, but nevertheless visibly, distended. While I didn't look like one of those starving kids, there was a small bump.

I let myself gently fall back onto the floor, and then I feigned pain as I grasped my swollen belly. "Oooo, I feel like I'm gonna explode!"

"Oh don't be so silly!" Khaled said as he knelt down and gave me a little tickle on my feet.

I giggled and kicked my feet away. "OK, OK! I'll stop!"

Turning and going to his school bag, Khaled pulled out a small bag, and then pulled a box out of the bag. Inside the box was a white tube with printing on it. He was fiddling with it, and I saw him squeeze a bit out. "Hmm, it's clear" he idly remarked. Moving over to his chair, he sat down and relaxed, as I lay motionless on the carpet. My stomach was still adapting to its current state, so I needed a minute to adjust.

"Jamie, I want to try something new this time. When I put my phallus in your bottom last time, I had to push it in. This time, I want you to do that. I know it is a bit painful for you, so I want you to control it. OK?"

Sounded good to me. Frankly, I was going to ask if we could forgo doing it at all since I was so full, but I figured so long as we went slow I would be alright.

"Here," said Khaled as he handed me the tube, "put a small amount on your fingers and then push a few fingers in your bum to get it wet."

"Ewww!" I said, thinking about putting my fingers up my bum.

"Get a towel from the washroom to wipe your hands if it bothers you."

I did as instructed, and then spread a bit of the gel on my first couple fingers. With great care, I pressed my fingers at my bottom, and one at a time they slipped inside. Maybe it was just me, but it seemed that I didn't tense up when I was doing myself it compared to when Khaled was.

"Did you get three fingers in?" Khaled asked.

"Just a sec..." I had done two, but carefully I pushed a third in. "There." I announced.

"Good, come here."

"But you're in the chair." I was confused as to how we would be doing this.

"Don't worry about that. Take some gel and rub it on my phallus, get it nice and wet." I complied, and then wiped my hands on the towel.

I want to take a moment to describe the wooden chair he was sitting in. While it wasn't expensive, it looked weird. Imagine the number 5, except the top horizontal line is gone. That's what the chair looked like, except the seat was flat of course. However, it was sorta like a rocking chair, since when you sat in it you would sink down a bit since there was nothing at the back. It was comfortable though, and I had sat in it many times when it used to be upstairs.

"OK, I want you to climb on the chair, and stand with your feet at my sides. Then you will sit down, and I will help guide you into place. You can lower yourself as fast or as slow as you like. Understood?"

"Umm I think so. Give me a hand." I asked as I gingerly stepped up onto the chair. I wasn't surprised it could hold the weight of the both of us since this was an old wooden chair, and like everything in the world, they made things better back then. Khaled was holding my hands, as I got my feet in place astride him. Once on the chair I waited for the chair to stop rocking before I started to squat down. "I can't see." I said, unable to see if my hole was aligned with his penis.

"Keep going, I will guide you." he said as I sank lower down.

Once I was close, he let go of one of my hands and used it to grab his penis and point it at my hole. I put my hands on my shoulders for balance.

"Keep going..."

All of a sudden, I felt myself touching his member, and it was close to my hole. I tensed up by instinct.

"Relax Jamie, you're almost there." With a bit more maneuvering, I now had his penis pushing against my bum hole. "OK, Jamie you're right there. It is all up to you now. Start pushing down little by little. Remember to relax."

I closed my eyes and winced as I started to bear down. Unlike the other times, there was no tea to help negate the pain. It hurt, but it could have been worse. Khaled's hands were on my waist now, keeping my balance. With my hands still on his shoulders, I continued to press downwards. I knew it would fit in there, since it had been in there before, but it wasn't easy. Finally, I decided to give one push, and with that, it happened. The head of his penis popped inside me, which caused my eyes to fly wide open. I let out a big gasp as the initial sharp pain hit, and then moaned, "Ahhh!"

My breathing had become shallow, as Khaled reassured me. "The hard part is done now, just relax and let yourself slide down."

"I'm not sure I can do it. It hurts..."

"Shhh, just relax," he said as he raised his hand to stroke my face, "If you want it bad enough you will find a way to do it."

I inhaled deeply, and then exhaled deeply. At that point, I slowly started to gyrate my pelvis in a very small circle. With each gyration, Khaled slipped a tiny bit deeper. At the same time, Khaled was keeping pressure on my waist. I'm not sure how long it took, but I certainly didn't rush it. The pain melted away for the most part, I think it was more that I wasn't relaxed enough.

Finally, after much effort, Khaled announced to me, "You're in all the way. I told you that you could do it."

I was already exhausted, and I had only just finished impaling myself on his penis. Collapsing forward, I threw my arms around Khaled and rested my head on his chest. "Shhh..." he said while stroking my hair, "the hard part is done now. Let your feet slip off the sides, so you can be more comfortable. I will do the work now."

Doing as he instructed, I let my feet fall astride, which caused the chair to rock a bit. However, I soon realized that it wasn't my feet that caused it, it was Khaled. As he slid his penis in and out, it caused the chair to rock. It wasn't much, but based on how hard his penis was it was enough. I closed my eyes and relaxed while Khaled loosely wrapped his arms around my waist, his fingers laced together on my bum, as we rocked in silence. At one point, I opened my eyes and looked up at him, and I saw that he had his eyes closed and his head was resting on the back of the chair. I closed my eyes again and resumed resting my head on his chest.

For nearly an hour, we sat in silence and rocked. It was an amazing experience; but what was that much more remarkable, Khaled never had an orgasm during that time. We were both just enjoying the experience, and frankly, had Khaled not been watching the clock, I would have totally lost track of time.

"Jamie, it's time to get up."

"Hmmm?" I mumbled in a groggy manner, still feeling Khaled as he slowly continued to stroke his penis in and out.

"We are already over the time; your parents may arrive now. You must get ready to go upstairs." Khaled stood up, while holding me tightly against him, until my feet cleared the chair and I could be slid off his penis. His penis was still hard, and for some reason I was compelled to bring him release. I grabbed the towel and started to clean off his member, and then without warning I dropped to my knees and sucked his penis into my mouth. I didn't care that it had just been in my bum.

"Jamie, we have no time." Khaled pleaded, even though he made no physical effort to stop me. When I looked down, I could see his feet and his toes were curled. He was powerless to pull away, since I knew how good I was making him feel. I held onto his waist firmly as he collapsed back into the chair, and soon his hands were on the back of my head. I didn't waste time though, given my experience, I knew exactly how to get him to orgasm in the shortest time possible, and that is what I did. Within a couple minutes, he was grabbing my head and humping his pelvis into my face, before unloading a massive load of cream into my mouth. I guess a few days without my oral services had an impact. Once I had finished drinking his semen, I nursed his penis briefly before running to the bathroom to have a pee. Khaled's urine was quickly working its way through me, and there was still a lot more to go.

Hearing a car in the driveway, we quickly got dressed. I had just gotten my pants on when I heard the front door close. Saying goodbye to Khaled, I made my way back upstairs and hoped that we wouldn't be having a big dinner.


CHAPTER 11

The next day when I got home, my mom's car was in the driveway, which was odd since she never came home early. "I'm home..." I called out as I closed the back door behind me.

"Hi hon, how was school?" she replied from the kitchen.

"OK... How come you're home early?" I asked as I removed my coat and boots.

"Oh there was a power failure at work, they sent everyone home since there was nothing to do and they couldn't get it fixed right away." I could hear her doing things in the kitchen, as I walked up the stairs and headed to the kitchen.

"I'll let Khaled know that you're home."

"OK hon."

I headed downstairs and found Khaled in his apartment sitting at his kitchen table. He was fully dressed, since he had obviously heard my mother come home.

"Hi Khaled, my mom is home early."

"Yes, I heard her car, is there anything wrong?"

"No, she said the power went off at her work and so they sent her home."

"Ahh, that's unfortunate. For us both..." he added with a smile.

"Yeah, well I better go, see you tomorrow."

"Tar saba khunday pe aman." Khaled replied as I closed the door behind me.

Back upstairs, I turned on the TV to see what was on. Everything was reruns. Some time later, I was called to dinner. My parents would talk amongst themselves, and I would sit quietly and eat. My mom said that she was going back to work tomorrow, so she must have expected that they would fix the power problem overnight.

After dinner, I washed up and laid on the couch in the living room watching TV, while my parents sat in their dual recliners. Then my bedtime came, and I went to sleep. I guess with all this 'excitement' one could see why I would welcome my experiences with Khaled. My time with him gave substance to what was a very unremarkable childhood.

The following day as I left for school, my mom's car was gone when I was leaving. She left before my dad, since he started later and finished later. At least this meant I would be able to see Khaled that afternoon. The school day dragged on slowly, and when it was over, I rushed home to see if my mom's car was there. As my luck would have it, it was not!

I went in the back door and tossed off my coat and boots, before running downstairs and into Khaled's apartment. When I opened the door, I found myself staring at Farhan, who was sitting in the wooden chair, while Khaled reclined on the daybed. The smile that I had on my face quickly evaporated.

"Hi Jamie, you remember Farhan don't you? His younger brother Abbas was the one that took care of that bully for you."

"Yeah I remember, hi Farhan." I replied with reservation.

"He was heading home and needed to borrow a book, so I told him he should wait until you arrived since you wanted to thank him for his help, didn't you?"

While it wasn't quite what I remembered, I did owe him for his brother protecting me. I had hoped that Khaled didn't promise his that he could push his penis up my bum. To be on the safe side I decided that I would take the initiative to suck him, since the sooner I did that the sooner he would shoot his load and go. Pulling off my shirt, I walked to the chair in front of him and knelt down. I undid his pants and he pulled them down past his knees as he lifted his buttocks off the chair. Pulling down the front of his underwear, I grabbed his penis and gently started to manipulate it in my hands. He hardened very fast, and I wasted no time in leaning forward and burying his throbbing organ into my mouth. His breathing quickened, and I intentionally worked to make him orgasm as fast as possible. My skills were rewarded in short order, as he grunted and pulled my head tight against his groin. His load began to flow into my mouth, and I swallowed it down easily. After gently cleaning his organ with my mouth, I let it slip from my lips as I sat back on my heels.

"You're welcome Jamie." said Farhan. These were the first words he had spoken since I entered the apartment.

"Thanks for your help Farhan. That bully never bothered me after your brother talked to him."

"I'm glad to hear that." he said as he stood up and pulled up his pants. "I hate to leave so soon, but I have a lot of reading to do this weekend."

I stood up and moved away from Farhan, as Khaled showed him to the back door and locked it after he left. As Khaled was doing that, I stripped off my pants and socks and jumped naked onto the daybed.

Khaled walked back into the apartment. "Well you certainly didn't waste any time. Were you in a hurry?"

"You didn't tell him about how we... how you... put your thing in my bum, did you?" I asked, wanting to clear the air.

"No, never. The only people who know are you, me and my uncle." Khaled was stripping off his clothing as he walked over to the day bed, and was naked when he arrived. "So, what shall we do today?"

"Ummm, I'm kinda tired now; can I just lie down on my back and suck you like that? That way I don't have to move." I rolled onto my back on the daybed, as Khaled paused. "Which way shall I do it? Do you want me to do it where I sit above your head, or the way my uncle did it when he laid on top?"

"Which is easier?"

"Well the way my uncle did it would let me lie down, that might be easier. We could put a pillow under your head to make sure your head doesn't get bumped like last time. OK?"

"OK." I agreed.

Khaled moved the covers around on the daybed; then took a pillow and lifted up my head as he put it underneath. Grabbing my feet he pulled me a bit further down the bed, perhaps so that his legs wouldn't hang off when he was on top of me. Once ready, he carefully crawled onto the bed, and maneuvered his body above me. I watched as his penis dangled in front of my face, while he shifted around to make sure he was in the right spot. Then he started to lower his torso to my face, and his member slowly inched towards my mouth. With my hands at my sides, I opened my mouth, and without stopping he slid his penis home.

The rest of his body was coming to rest on top of me, and I could feel his breath on my feet. Now in position he unexpectedly pulled the covers over us, which plunged me into darkness, although it was nice since it was warmer now. With that done, he slowly started to rock his pelvis. His penis began to harden and I began to relax and take in the experience. It was so much different now than it was in the summer. Back then, I didn't want to do it, and now I was really enjoying the intimacy. I wrapped my arms around his buttocks, and I felt Khaled start to massage my feet. That was a bit weird, but not a bad weird. It was a bit exciting. On a rare occasion he even kissed my foot once, albeit not nearly as much as I would have done had it been his feet in my face.

His thrusts pushed my head into the pillow, and the pillow pushed my head back up. The end result was that I was being pushed from both sides, and his penis was going very deep compared to how deep it goes normally. However, it wasn't a concern and he pulled up often enough for me to breathe. After a few minutes I let my hands fall back onto the bed, since having them wrapped around Khaled was hard. It's like holding your arms above your head; it becomes difficult after a while. I let my arms fall astride his legs, and I could feel his muscles flexing.

One of the things that was different this time was that in this position things smelled different, if that makes any sense. When I would be on my knees between his legs the smell was light, but under his testicles and with a blanket over us, the smells were much more pungent. Although Khaled tried to hold out, the fact that I wasn't able to come down yesterday made him unload far sooner than I expected. Within ten minutes, I could feel him tense up, and I reached up to hold onto him as he drove my head into the pillow. He squeezed my feet tightly as he generously creamed my mouth, and then he let out a sigh as his body relaxed. While he was still stroking in and out of my mouth as the last few spurts were delivered, once done he stopped his motion and just laid on top of me while his penis softened in my mouth. I just allowed him to stay in mouth, without sucking, as I waited for him to recover.

Lifting up the covers he asked, "How are you doing down there Jamie?"

"UmmmMmmm" I tried to respond with his organ in my mouth.

"That's good. While I am recovering, would you like to try something?" He slipped his penis out of my mouth and rolled off to one side.

"What?"

"At camp Greg had bragged about you licking his bottom hole. He said it felt very good."

I'll be honest, I have never been a fan of this, but when I was around Khaled I found it hard to refuse him. "Won't that make me sick? I mean, that's where poo comes out."

"Don't worry Jamie, you won't get sick. I am very clean there. I'm sure you can do it. I would really like to try it."

He was using a guilt trip on me, but it was worth it, since it worked. "OK, do I have to move?"

"No, you can stay there, I will move since you are tired." Khaled quickly jumped up, and as he did a small drop of semen dripped from his penis onto my cheek as he got up. Standing at the side of the bed, he paused.

"What is it?" I asked, unsure of what he was hesitating over.

"Which way should I sit? Facing toward your feet, or facing away?"

"Probably facing toward my feet," I replied after imagining both ways, "since that way I can breathe easier." I had quickly remembered what happened in the boat, and I figured with his body facing away from my face I would have more room.

"Yes, you're right." he said as he climbed up behind my head. He was on his knees, and he crawled over the pillow that was still under my head. He brought his feet in close to each side of my head, and then spread his knees before he started to sink his buttocks down over my face. I still was feeling a bit nervous, but it was too late to back out now. As he sank lower, he moved his feet in to cradle my head in his arches as my hair slid between his toes. He was remarkably flexible, but then again he was always in good physical shape.

With his feet holding my head in place, he reached his hands around back and spread open his cheeks as he lowered himself down. When his hole touched my mouth, he inhaled deeply, and then as he exhaled he relaxed his body and released his cheeks.

Khaled noticed that I hadn't started doing anything, and he spoke up. "It's OK Jamie, just relax and take your time. You can stay there until it is time to go."

Well it looked like I would be under his butt for a while, since there was still at least thirty minutes before my parents got home. I started to lick my tongue around, and Khaled responded with some small moans. "Please Jamie; I need your tongue inside... Can you try and push it inside?" He was rocking himself down onto my face now. Not roughly, but firmly. His hands occasionally would make sure his cheeks were fully spread, and his feet would occasionally shift to make sure they were well positioned to hold my head perfectly still. I mustered all my effort into complying with his wishes, and I pushed my tongue at the entrance to his hole. After a bit of pressing I started to feel my tongue slip inside, which caused his rocking to become more forceful. My head was being driven down into the pillow, and my face was being pressed deeper into his buttocks.

I'll be perfectly honest here. Even though Khaled was obviously enjoying this, I really couldn't figure out why this was so pleasurable to him. I could understand about sucking a penis, and I could kind of understand about when he put his penis in my bum. However, I didn't understand how licking his bum hole could be pleasurable. Mind you, I didn't understand why he liked it when I drank his pee, but then again there was a lot I didn't understand. This just didn't make any sense to me though.

With each undulation of his pelvis, Khaled seemed to relax that much more, which seemed to allow my tongue to creep a few more millimeters deeper. I could feel his hole clench and release around my tongue, and it almost felt like it was trying to pull me in. In a sudden and unexpected development, I felt Khaled grunt, and then I could feel something splash onto my chest. I couldn't tell if he was masturbating or not, but whatever the case he was so aroused that he blew his load all over me. Once he finished releasing his seed on me, he went one-step further and used one of his hands to rub it into my skin until it vanished. Although he was still rocking his butt down onto my face, he was using less pressure. It would seem this orgasm took a lot out of him. Khaled soon stopped rocking, and then he slowly lifted himself off my face, before standing up on his weak legs.

"Wow Jamie, that never happened to me before!"

"What?"

"I didn't touch it, and it came. I've never had it do that on its own before."

"Wow, did it really feel that good?" I asked, still unable to comprehend how licking someone's bum could do that.

"Oh yes Jamie, it was very good. You are so talented; I've never met anyone like you before." Khaled sat down on the edge of the bed, and reaching down he grabbed my hands and pulled me up into a sitting position. Then he gave me a big hug, which I always enjoyed, and could never get enough of. Letting go of me he asked, "We still have twenty minutes, was there anything else you wanted to do?"

I was surprised there was so much time left, since I had expected him to ride my face for a half-hour. "Actually, could you give me a hand with my homework? I've been having problems with my math."

"Of course. Go wash up and get dressed, I will meet you at the table."

We actually spent an hour on my homework, as when my mom got home I went upstairs and told her that I was doing my homework with Khaled and then went back down. I have to admit, he was very talented when it came to helping me understand things. He never did the work for me, I would just need help figuring it out and then I was able to do it on my own. Frankly, Khaled would probably make a good teacher if that was what he wanted to do in life.

Reflecting on the events as I have described them, one might think that the relationship between myself and Khaled was purely a sexual one. While this isn't totally accurate, it is certainly true to a significant extent. You need to keep in mind that Khaled and I only saw each other for a little over an hour a day during the week, and very little on weekends. So what little time we had, we used it in the most mutually beneficial way possible. In our case, it involved sexual acts between us.

However, I had fast started to foster different feelings for Khaled. Let's be clear here - while many may consider this a 'gay' coming of age story, it's not. I never had any interest in any other boys, and as an adult, I have no sexual interest in men at all. The relationship between Khaled and I was very atypical, and I think was a function of my loneliness and desire for companionship of any sort. I've already mentioned that I didn't have any real friends at school. Frankly, I was depressed and Khaled came along at a time when I needed some companionship. While there are things that are special about him, I believe that had another boy wanted the same thing from me, and the circumstances were the same, I would likely comply. If sexual acts were able to secure me a friend/big brother, then I was willing to pay that price.

At least I wasn't lonely.

Like many weekends, I wasn't able to sneak down to see Khaled since one of my parents was always around. As you can expect, since I was only eleven they wouldn't leave me home alone. If they did both go out, one of them would ask Khaled if he could watch me before they left. Usually though they didn't want to impose, they would make sure one of them was home.

Of course with my luck, the one time both of them were gone Khaled was outside shoveling the driveway. I was tempted to call him in, but what would my parents think if he stopped halfway through shoveling?

It was amazing how things had changed. Not even five months ago, I had no concept of sexual acts, let alone had any interest in performing them. Then by a twist of fate, I had been initially forced to accept my role as a 'pleasure boy' for some scouts at camp, which then put me on the road to meeting Khaled. It was odd how I became so drawn to him. Maybe it was how he always was patient and friendly to me.

Nevertheless, in a very short time I had gone from not wanting anything to do with someone else's penis, to desiring sexual intimacy with Khaled on a regular basis. Let's be clear here, this was about Khaled more than anything. I hadn't become hooked on sex or anything like that; heck, I hadn't reached puberty yet. It was the contact and intimacy with Khaled that I desired.

As I watched Khaled, I decided that perhaps if I helped him shovel then he would finish faster and I could be with him. So I got dressed, put on my boots and went outside to help. There was only one of the wide shovels, so I took the smaller one and cleaned the walkway and steps. I didn't know if it helped, but we did finish before my parents came home, so I rushed inside and took off my coat and boots, and then rushed downstairs to wait for Khaled.

"Thank you for the help Jamie," he said as he entered his apartment, "you didn't need to do that." Heading to the sink, he poured himself a glass of water and set it on the table beside his chair.

"I wanted to help you finish so we could be together."

"Yes I know, you seem very eager. However, I am very tired, so I will just sit in my chair and you can pleasure me." He took off his pants, which were a bit damp from the snow, and then removed his underwear. He left on his shirt and socks. "I don't want to take off all my clothes in case your parents come home." he said as he flopped down into the wooden chair.

"That's OK, I won't get undressed either." I walked over to the chair, and knelt down before him as I sat back onto my stocking feet. Reaching out, I gently lifted his member, and started to manipulate it with my fingers. It was sweaty, and had an aroma to it, but I didn't care. Licking my lips, I leaned in and gave it a kiss on the head. Still holding it with one hand, I traced my tongue around the head before forcing my tongue under the fold of skin around the head of his penis.

"No hands please." Khaled reached down and tousled my hair. "Stop teasing..." he added with a small chuckle.

I briefly stopped what I was doing with my mouth. "I just want to make it last. I know we don't have much time, but I hate to rush it."

Khaled brought his hand back to my head, this time stroking it lovingly, "Perhaps Allah will smile down upon you and grant us a reprieve, so your parents will take longer to return."

"I'd like that." I said, and immediately after saying it, I put my hands in my lap, brought my lips to the head of his penis, and sucked on it gently. In the end, did it really matter if he orgasmed right away? Even if I heard my parents come home, I could probably still continue. It's not like they have ever come downstairs to get me. Never once has that happened. Usually they just call down from upstairs.

As I nursed on his organ I looked up at him, and I saw he was leaning back in the chair, with his head resting on the back of the chair and his eyes closed. It made me happy to know I was pleasing him in such a meaningful way. I had sucked his penis fully into my mouth now, and was using the skills I had learned to please him slowly. As I mentioned early on, it was never just about release for him, he enjoyed the feeling of having my mouth on his organ.

Over the next ten minutes, I gradually increased my efforts, and I could hear his breathing increase. Since I didn't want to risk being interrupted by my parents, I only took five more minutes to bring him to his peak. Once we were close, I used my arms to try and lift up his legs so they would be on my shoulders, but they were too heavy. He could see what I was trying to do though, and wrapped his thighs around my head as he pulled my head deep into his crotch and held me there. Not long after this, I felt his penis unload into the back of my mouth. Greedily I gulped it down, and then when he was spent I just relaxed and kept him motionless in my mouth as the remainder leaked out.

His thighs slipped off my shoulders and he ran his fingers through my hair. "Thank you Jamie, that was very pleasant. I should get cleaned up before your parents get home, just in case."

I gently released his penis from my mouth, and then gave it a small kiss before standing up and moving away from the chair. Khaled grabbed a fresh pair of underwear from his dresser and put them on, before doing the same with a fresh pair of pants. It would seem that Allah was smiling down upon us, since almost exactly at the point when he pulled up his pants; we heard a car in the driveway.

"I better go, see you Monday." I said as I decided to give him a hug before I left.

Strongly hugging me in return he replied, "Bye Jamie."

On Monday, I received some bad news when I got home and found my mother in the house when I arrived. She worked in the office of a real estate agency, and the housing market was very slow, so they didn't need her full time right now. So she would only be working half days for the near future.

While she was disappointed by this, I was disappointed too - for other reasons. How would I see Khaled if she was coming home early? After hearing the news, I said I would go tell Khaled, who too was noticeably disappointed. I promised that I would see him when I could, and then returned back upstairs.

That week I felt like I was on withdrawal from drugs. You need to remember that for months, I had sucked Khaled's penis nearly every weekday, and now I was not doing it at all. Each day that went by, I longed for Khaled more and more. It was like being without your best friend. The first week passed with no chance for me to see Khaled. The weekend was no different. Any time I saw Khaled outside we would make small talk, but we were both thinking about how we wanted to be together.

As the weeks dragged on, I was starting to get a bit depressed. It was so noticeable that my mother actually asked me about it on a couple occasions, wondering if everything was OK at school, or was anyone picking on me etc. I told her everything was fine, since I couldn't tell her that I was secretly craving to go downstairs and kneel between the legs of Khaled so I could suck his penis. While it was tempting to make up excuses to see Khaled, I was so petrified that she would see though a lie. As a boy, I learned fast, and so I knew that parents had a way to tell when you lied. There was just too much of a risk to getting caught. My mother said her part-time working was only temporary, and that things would pick up when the weather improved and more people were shopping for houses.

The rest of January passed without me seeing Khaled, with the exception of seeing him sometimes on the way home from school. He occasionally would wait and walk me home. We would make small talk, but it was never about what happened in his apartment, even though it was what we were both thinking about. So the conversation would be about how I was doing in school and such, before he would casually ask if there had been any news about my mom and her job.

"So Jamie, how are things going for your mother at work?"

"OK, I guess. She is still working part time though."

"Has she said how long it will last?"

"No, sorry. I haven't asked. But I heard them talking a few days ago and she doesn't know when she will be back full time."

"That's OK, I'm sure things will improve for her soon. Are things going well for you in school?"

"Yeah."

"What about the bully, has he bothered you again?"

"No, not since that last time."

"Good." He said as we reached our house. "See you later."

"OK, see you later." I replied in a dejected tone as I went inside.


CHAPTER 12

The weeks passed until fortune smiled down upon me in mid-February. It seems that my parents wanted to go out with some friends the night of St. Patrick's Day, and they asked Khaled to baby-sit me. Needless to say, he was more than happy to help out. Since my parents told me about it a couple days before, they might have noticed that I was a lot happier in the days leading up to that night. I hoped they wouldn't put two and two together.

When the day came, I ate dinner upstairs, but my parents didn't eat since they were going out. Around 6:30pm, they sent me downstairs and left information with Khaled on the phone number of the bar they would be at, and also of the house where they might go later with friends. They said they shouldn't be back much later than midnight, since it was a weeknight and they both had to work the next day. That meant I had five whole hours with Khaled, if we played it safe and stopped at 11:30pm.

My parents sent me downstairs and locked the upstairs door behind me. It wasn't that they didn't trust Khaled; it was more they didn't trust me to be upstairs alone. Plus there was no need for me to be up there when they were gone anyway. As I entered the basement apartment, Khaled and I locked eyes as he stood in the middle of his sitting room with me standing by the open door. We both stood silently as we listened to the car doors close in the driveway. When the car engine started and we could hear it pull away, I immediately closed and locked the door then ran to Khaled and gave him a big hug.

"I missed you." I moaned as I buried my head in his chest.

"So did I." he replied as he hugged me back.

After the hug, and acting like a boy possessed, I immediately started to fumble at his belt. Khaled assisted me, and his pants were quickly dropped to his feet. Dropping to my knees right there in the middle of the room I yanked down his underwear and plunged my mouth over his fully erect member. No words were spoken as I feasted on his penis, while his hands ran vigorously though my hair.

"Jamie...?" Khaled spoke, trying to get my attention. "Jamie...!" He called out again, this time louder, before forcing my mouth off his penis. "Why don't we get more comfortable? Don't worry, we have lots of time."

"OK." I said with a sigh as I let him slip out of my mouth. Sitting back on my heels I asked, "So what should we do?"

"Well you can get undressed to start."

"Oh yeah, I totally forgot!" I said with a smile as I realized it had been so long since our last time that I didn't think to get undressed. Standing up I quickly pulled my shirt up over my head, and then dropped my pants and underwear to the floor. Slipping off my socks, I was naked in under thirty seconds. Meanwhile Khaled was quickly getting undressed as well, albeit at a more measured pace.

Once naked Khaled stood and looked at me for a moment. He seemed to be contemplating what to do. "So Jamie, are you thirsty? It's been quite some time since I last gave you a drink. Why don't we do that first?"

"OK I guess." I responded with a slight tinge of dejection in my voice. While I wasn't too keen on drinking his urine, I did it because I knew he liked it.

"You'll be pleased to know I have been practicing releasing my flow very slow. This way you can take it all at once without worry. Why don't we do this in the chair so I can sit and relax...?"

He moved the wooden chair to the kitchen, and after sitting down he slid his bottom to the edge of the seat so I would be able to latch on to his penis with minimal effort. It also meant if anything spilled, it would spill on the tiled kitchen floor. I walked over and knelt down in front of the chair, with my feet under my bum. Khaled's penis was flaccid, and his hands were casually resting on the arms of the chair.

"Go ahead," Khaled remarked in a straightforward manner, "you know what to do."

I looked up at him and nodded, and then I moved my head in closer.

"No hands," Khaled gently chided me as he saw me raise my right arm. I had forgotten that he preferred me only to use my mouth.

Letting my hand fall back into my lap I opened my mouth and craned my head so that my mouth could get underneath the end of his penis. It was a bit awkward, but not difficult. I carefully sucked the just head into my mouth, and then looked up at him.

"Are you ready?" He asked in a serious tone. "Remember I won't be stopping, but I will be going slowly, so just keep swallowing."

With his penis still in my mouth, I nodded my head, and then I closed my eyes to await my fate. I felt his hands caress my head for a few moments as he worked to relax his bladder. Soon I felt the first dribble in my mouth, and I braced myself for more. Khaled gripped my head firmly to make sure I wouldn't back off. His stream hissed strongly into my mouth, which wasn't what he intended. I swallowed like mad, and was relieved to feel that he was quickly able to get the stream under control. The flow slowed significantly. It was sort of like he was letting it out in spurts, but he wasn't totally stopping the flow, if that makes any sense. I could hear Khaled sigh deeply as his hands relaxed on my head.

"That's good Jamie, just like that. Take your time and enjoy it."

He lazily ran his fingers through my hair as his undulating flow of urine showed no sign of stopping. I was beginning to get concerned that I could handle it all since I had just had dinner. He had neglected to consider this, and even though he was going slowly, I was filling up fast.

"Ummm!" I tried to protest as my stomach was being stretched.

Khaled responded by lifting up his legs and wrapping his thighs tightly around my head. "Shhh, here, this is what you want."

While I liked it when he did this that was not why I moaned. What's more, with his thighs in place I was trapped with nowhere to go.

"Ummm!" I moaned again, as my stomach was becoming distended.

"You want me to go faster?"

At that moment, the flow increased to about what it would be at if he was halfway done. It wasn't too fast to swallow, but I was still filled to the bursting point. He clearly didn't understand my repeated objections, but it was too late for that now. Trying to put the pressure in my stomach out of my mind, I just concentrated on the task at hand. Unlike before, I hadn't tried to count my swallows, so I had no idea how much I had taken in. Finally, I felt the stream ease up, and I let out relieved exhale of breath through my nose.

"Oh Jamie this feels so good," Khaled verbally gushed as the flow had turned to a trickle. "I'm so glad you like it."

Although I had never said I liked it, I put that out of my mind and just tried to relax now that it was nearly over. As he squirted the remainder into my mouth, his thighs slipped off my shoulders and he ran his hands lovingly through my hair.

"You did very well Jamie, I'm so proud of you."

It was at this point that the pain in my stomach went away. I always felt good when he praised me like this, and this time was no different. After leaving his penis in my mouth for a minute to catch any dribbles, I slowly pulled my mouth off his organ.

"Wow, you really had a lot. I was trying to tell you that my stomach was full since I just had dinner." I remarked in a non-confrontational and matter-of-fact manner, "I guess you didn't know what I meant."

"I'm so sorry Jamie, are you OK?"

"Yeah I'm OK, but I am really really full right now. I think I want to lie down for a bit."

"Of course, come to my bed and you can rest." He said with concern as he helped me to my feet.

My stomach was visibly distended; it was quite odd to see. I waddled over to the bed and slowly laid myself down. Khaled started to climb up on the bed, so I asked, "What are you doing?"

"Since you need to rest, I thought this would be a good time for your to lick my bum. I really enjoyed it last time, and you won't have to move at all. You wanted to use every minute possible, yes?"

He had me there. We only had a limited amount of time, and while drinking pee and licking his bum were the two things at the very bottom of the list of things I wanted to do, I figured the sooner I started the sooner he would finish. "OK I guess." I remarked while he clambered to the area above my head.

As he deftly maneuvered into place, I could see he was doing it like last time where he would be facing my feet. He moved his feet into place at the sides of my head, which unintentionally pushed out the pillow I was resting on. I remained silent as he spread his legs so he could move his feet in closer, and soon he had his feet cradling my head with my hair sliding into the space between his toes. Staring upwards, I watched his bum as it hovered above me, and then once he was in position he reached his hands back to part the cheeks. His anus was visible now, and I was relieved that it looked very clean. As he slowly lowered himself onto my face I could hear him let out a long sigh when he made contact. At that point, he shuffled ever so slightly to make sure that he was centered perfectly on my mouth. Once in place he leaned his upper body back, which transferred more weight onto my face. Letting go of his cheeks he sighed again and exhaled deeply.

"I don't feel your tongue Jamie." he remarked in a polite but firm tone, which let me know he was eager to get started.

I reluctantly snaked my tongue out of my mouth and made some tentative licks. Detecting no offensive tastes, I relaxed and started to be more generous in my tonguing of his hole, and as he had requested in the past, I made my tongue as hard as possible so I could try and push it inside. This is where Khaled being in good physical shape worked to his advantage. Since he was physically fit, there was little excess fat on his bum. As such, his anus was able to press right against my lips, almost like a mouth. In fact, I sometimes would kiss it like it was a mouth when my tongue was tired. While Khaled found this exciting, I have to admit I found it boring much of the time. There wasn't much variety in what I could do, but he liked it, so I pressed on.

"Oh Jamie you don't know how good this feels." Khaled moaned as he ever so gently rocked back onto my face.

After a few minutes, once he had become aroused, I felt him run his hands over my body. I could feel him lightly rubbing my still bloated stomach, feeling the distinct bulge that his urine had created in the young boy whose face he was now sitting on. Pushing my tongue inside him, his anus seemed to come alive as it grabbed my tongue and tried to pull me in deeper. As I pulled my tongue back out, it almost seemed his anus would reach out and try to grab it. At other times, he would slide his anus back and forth over my mouth and nose. This game went on for some time, as Khaled relaxed and enjoyed my oral ministrations.

"How are you doing down there Jamie?"

Unsure of how to answer with my mouth under his buttocks I just raised my hand and gave a thumbs up sign.

"That's good. It feels too good to stop right now." he said with a sigh as he leaned back heavily on my head. It was almost like he was trying to push my head up inside him.

I took his cue and pushed my tongue up as far as I could go, and then moved it in and out. This seemed to be what he needed, and I soon felt movement above me. He was masturbating himself; within a minute of this, he let out a loud grunt before spraying my stomach with his seed, and boy did it feel like there was a lot of it. Sighing and exhaling repeatedly, he continued to release himself all over my torso, and then when he had finished cumming he stopped rocking on my face and just sat there. Moments later, I felt him as he used his hand to massage his semen into the skin on my stomach and chest. Only when he was done did he lean forward and begin to get up off the bed.

"Are you OK?" he asked as he looked down at my saliva-covered face.

"Yeah, but I really need to pee!" I replied as I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. Once inside, I sighed as I released the first of many loads of Khaled's urine that my body had processed. Although still bloated, the pressure I felt earlier had eased. I flushed and returned to the sitting room.

"Do you need time to rest?" Khaled asked, having sat down in the chair while I was gone.

"Maybe for a bit. I'm still a bit full."

"That's OK. Why don't you take a break and lie down." He pointed to the floor by his feet. "You can lick my feet while you relax."

"Umm, OK" I replied in an indifferent tone. My thought would have been that taking a break would mean not doing anything, but I wasn't too bothered by the thought of licking his feet. The last time I did it there was no taste to them. Maybe a bit salty, but his feet were always clean, so I didn't really mind. I laid down on my back since lying down on my stomach would have been too uncomfortable.

I couldn't get into a position that seemed right, so Khaled spoke up. "Perhaps lay down with your body under the chair. That way you won't have to turn your head. Here, let me help you." he said as he got up and helped slide me into the space under the wooden chair as he moved it back onto the carpet.

Once I was in position he carefully sat down, and then relaxing he stretched out his legs so his feet were on either side of my face. Seeing that I was well placed to pleasure him, he lifted his right foot and pointed his toes at my mouth. I opened my lips to accept his big toe, which he effortlessly but carefully pushed into my mouth. I immediately started to suck on the large digit, and I ran my tongue around it. Lifting up my hands, I took hold of his foot to better control it, and using this newfound control I pulled his foot to one side of my mouth so I could admit a couple more of his toes. The corner of my mouth slipped between his toes and the three toes in my mouth received a tongue bath. Once I was happy they had received enough attention, I slid his foot out of my mouth and then put the three smallest toes into my mouth, again tonguing them generously.

Looking up at Khaled I saw he was leaning back in his chair with his fingers laced together on his chest. His head was tilted back and he was aimlessly staring at the ceiling as he enjoyed the attention of the boy at his feet. This was obviously relaxing for him, but perhaps not necessarily sexually stimulating for him as I could clearly see his penis was flaccid. Back to the matter at hand, I had now pulled his toes out of my mouth and was licking over the base of his foot. Trying to make sure I covered every inch, I methodically sucked at licked at his foot, working my way down to the heel. I tried to put the ball of his foot in my mouth but it was too big, so I just tried to open my mouth as wide as possible and run my mouth over it.

"I never knew you were so talented at this Jamie" Khaled remarked, breaking the silence. "How did you learn that?"

I took my mouth off his foot to reply, "I was just trying to lick it all over. It just seemed like the right thing to do."

"You are such an intelligent boy; I have never met someone like you before who learns so quickly." Lifting his right foot away from my face, he rested it back on the floor, then lifted his left foot and presented it to me. "My left foot is jealous now."

This time he just let his foot dangle over my face, waiting for me to take hold of it. I did just that and proceeded to do pretty much the same thing to his left foot that I did to the right. Although this time I also licked a bit around the sit of his foot and up to the ankle before he silently removed his foot from my grasp and placed it on the floor at the side of my head. He brought his right foot up, and then the left again, rotating them as the mood suited him.

Seeing that he was sufficiently pleased, I sat up, "Bathroom..." I said as I got up and went again to drain more of his urine from my body. As I went back to the sitting room and saw the clock on the wall, I noticed that just over an hour had passed since I arrived. Khaled hadn't moved from his place in the chair, and so I took the initiative and knelt down between his legs. I shuffled my body in as close as possible to the front of the chair, and then I leaned my head in to his crotch and started to nuzzle his penis with my nose.

"Ahh yes, you want it don't you?" Khaled remarked in a knowing tone as a small smile crept across his lips

Looking up at him with an almost ashamed look on my face, I wordlessly replied by pulling my lips into my mouth and nodding my head.

"No, you must tell me."

I paused for a moment and looked down at his penis, before looking back up and replying, "I want it."

"You want what?"

"Your penis."

"To do what? Why do you want it?"

"I want to put it in my mouth. I want to suck it. Com'on Khaled..."

"OK, if you want it so badly, I will let you have it. But later you must drink more of my pee before you go. Agreed?"

"OK. Can I suck it now?" I asked impatiently.

With a small smile still on his face he silently nodded yes.

Remembering his directive, I kept my hands in my lap and used my mouth to move in and suck his penis into my mouth. Unlike when I drank his urine, I pulled his entire penis into my mouth, and not just the head. While it was still mostly flaccid, it started to firm up as I rolled it around in my mouth and slipped my tongue under the loose foreskin. With my head buried in his crotch, my lips pressed against his body and his pubic hair tickled my nose. I exhaled deeply through my nose as I let my body relax. Closing my eyes, I just stayed there for a while to immerse myself in having his penis fully in my mouth. It had been so long since last time I had almost forgotten how it felt. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I missed doing this. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I had a deep-seeded desire to wrap my lips around his 'cock' as the boys at camp called it.

Khaled lowered his hands to my head and was lovingly running his fingers through my hair. Neither one of us was in a rush here, and we both knew it. Lifting up his legs he gently laid them on my shoulders and crossed his heels behind my back. He hadn't tightened his grip at all; he was just making himself more comfortable, although I did enjoy it too. There was something about having his thighs lightly cradling my head that made me feel 'safe'. As the minutes passed his penis had become firm, and it had reached the point where it was poking past the top of my throat. As much as I didn't want to, I had to back off a bit so I could breathe more freely. Although I only had to back up an inch or two, it seemed like a mile from my perspective. At this point, I decided to spend some time slowly running my mouth and tongue up and down his shaft. I certainly was in no rush, so I made sure I took my time - that way we could both enjoy it. Sliding the head back into my mouth, I lightly drew circles on it with my tongue.

"Oh Jamie, your mouth feels so good today. I really missed you."

Since I was verbally unable to respond, I just looked up into his eyes and slowly buried his penis in my mouth all the way to the base. Once I got down to the bottom, I couldn't see him anymore from my angle, so I closed my eyes again and just relaxed. The more relaxed I was the longer I could go without needing to breathe, and the longer I could go without needing to breathe the more I was able to keep his penis buried in my mouth.

As the time went by he got more aroused, and so gripping my head with his hands he started to move my mouth up and down his shaft. He started slowly, by then the pace increased as he then started thrusting his hips up to meet me. Opening my eyes, I wrapped my arms around his thighs for support as I just hung on and allowed him to work over my mouth in his rhythmic fashion. Soon he was battering my face with breakneck speed, and at that point, he let out a loud grunt and pulled my head deeply into his crotch as his thighs locked around my head. My throat was now being bathed in his cream, although it was too deep to taste. After three or four squirts, he eased the grip his thighs had on my head, and with his penis sliding back a bit I was now receiving the remainder of his semen on my tongue. His hands were still on my head though, making extra sure I stayed in place until he was done. However, seeing as I hadn't tried to back away, he stroked his fingers through my hair one last time and then took his hands off my head.

I remained in place though. With his still leaking member in my mouth, I closed my eyes and leaned my head against his right thigh, just letting him shrink in my mouth. Occasionally I would run my tongue under his foreskin to catch any leftovers, but I would be careful to do so very gently since I knew he was sensitive after orgasm.

A few minutes later Khaled broke the silence, "Jamie, why don't you take a break."

Opening my eyes, I looked up at him, and slowly I allowed his now flaccid penis to slip out of my mouth. With the task complete, I again rushed off to the washroom to relieve myself. Khaled got up and went to the kitchen to get a drink. After draining my bladder yet again, I found myself feeling more relaxed. I guess my body had been feeling tense under the pressure of the added urine in my stomach, and that pressure had now been relieved. Looking down at my stomach the bulge I had before was gone. It is always weird when I go to the bathroom at Khaled's place since I am naked, and I'm so used to pulling up my underwear and zipper after I am done using the washroom. So when I am at his place I always feel like I am forgetting something, and then I remember that I am not wearing clothes. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands as usual before lazily walking back out to the sitting room.


CHAPTER 13

Khaled has the back of his daybed up, which was usual for him during the day. He was sitting on the bed which served as a couch, although his sheets were lying on the bottom half. He was positioned in the corner of the bed, with back mostly against the back wall and one leg up on the bed, and the other on the floor. This left his legs lewdly spread open, although I don't think this was his intent. I've seen him sit like this before when he was clothed. Walking over to the couch in silence, I sat down in the middle, near where his foot was.

"So Jamie, do you feel better now that we have had a chance to be together? Have you satisfied your hunger for my phallus, or do you need more?"

Although I was about to answer, I had wanted for the longest time to ask him about his use of the word phallus. "Khaled, can I ask you something?'

"Of course, what it is?"

"Why do you use the word phallus instead of penis? Or 'cock' like the guys at camp said."

"Well Jamie, when I first started leering English, I never was taught the word for it. They do not teach this in the English as a second language courses. So I used a translation dictionary and that is what it said. You call it... pee... pee-nis?"

"Ummm, yeah. Maybe you can use that word instead. The guys at camp called it a cock, that's a dirty word, but you could say that if you wanted to. I don't mind if you say phallus, but it just sounds weird. No one ever uses that word."

"I see; then perhaps I should try and change how I speak. However, if I am to say these words, you must say them too or else I will forget. OK?"

"OK." Feeling a bit tired, I pulled the rest of my body onto the bed so that my feet were at the opposite end, and my head was near his foot. Seeing this Khaled used his foot and casually rubbed the back of my head a couple times before leaving his foot to rest on the couch again.

"Let's take a break for now, we can both rest. Why don't we watch television for an hour and then we can resume." It was 8pm, and turning on the TV, he flipped around until he landed on Star Search, which is what we watched. Once he had the TV set to the channel I flipped onto my back and slid back on the couch so I could lay between Khaled's thighs. Not in a sexual manner, but just so we could be together. His flaccid penis was pressed against my lower back. Moving his other leg onto the bed as well, he took the blankets and pulled them over us, before wrapping his arms around me under the blanket. I rested my head back on his chest as was totally at ease. My only wish was that I could be like this every night, and not just when my parents were away.

As the hour wore on, I got up during a commercial break to once again drain my bladder, which wasn't as full as it had been. This meant that I had processed the bulk of Khaled's urine, and I hopefully wouldn't have to pee every 30 minutes. Striding back to the bed I snuggled myself back into my place between his thighs. At the end of the hour, we turned off the TV.

"That was a good show, those people are very talented."

"Yeah those dancing kids were awesome." I replied, talking about 'America's Apple Pie' as they were so called. The three girls and a boy were exceptionally talented, and they won their part of the show. As we spoke, I begin to feel Khaled's penis start to stir. It was 9pm now and we only had a couple more hours of 'safe time' left.

"So Jamie, perhaps you can show me your 'talents'." Khaled said with a sly grin.

"What talents?" I asked as I feigned ignorance.

"Well how about the talent you have of taking my penis into your bum?"

"Oh *that* talent," I replied, pretending that I had forgotten. Khaled's penis was firming up now, so I got up off the bed. "Did you want to do it here?"

"Sure, let me fold down the bed." he replied as he got up and put the day bed down flat.

Reorganizing the covers into some semblance of order, he was fussing with the pillows when I said, "I'm going to have a quick pee, be right back." I skipped away to drain my bladder once again. However, I was back to normal and not bloated from his urine any longer. With the sound of the toilet running in the background, I walked back to the room and saw Khaled on the bed. He had turned off the overhead light and the table lamp was on. I saw he had his white tube with him on the nightstand, as well as a glass of water and a small towel.

"So Jamie, how about this time I let you do the work."

"What do you mean?"

"Well the last times we did it, I would push in and out of you. This time I want you to try doing it. OK?"

"Sure, I guess." I said, not sure of how this would work, but willing to give it a try.

"Prepare yourself," he said as he held up the white tube, "then you can use your mouth to make my... pee-nis... wet. OK?"

"OK." I said, taking the tube from his hand. This was always the worst part, getting my bum open enough to take his penis. Once he was inside me I would get used to it, but until then it wasn't as pleasant. I squirted a glob of the gel onto the tips of my fingers and started to push two of them into my bum as I put the tube down on the nightstand. I used to start with one, but this time I figured I would try two and see if I could take it. I did, and so I quickly added a third. This was tighter, but bearable. My mouth was hanging open as I breathed sharply through my mouth.

Grabbing the towel off the nightstand, I wiped off my hand, and then dropping the towel to the floor, I climbed onto the bed between his legs. His cock was standing at attention and so I leaned down and took it into my mouth. Khaled let out a satisfied sigh as I sunk my lips down his penis, Doing my best to make it wet, I went up and down a few times before removing my mouth and sitting back on my haunches. "So how do I do this?" I asked, unsure of how I should proceed.

"Just sit down on it like you did when we did it in the chair. This time though, you will move yourself up and down on it."

"OK, I'll try." I stood up on the bed and straddled his waist with my feet. Squatting down I lowered my bum over his penis, but Khaled didn't lift his penis up for me. So with one hand on the wall beside the bed I used my free hand to point his penis upwards, and then tried to hit the mark blindly. My first attempt was a miss, but my second attempt was on the money. With the head of his cock resting against my hole, I started to press down. Although I usually tensed up at this point, this time I concentrated and stayed relaxed. However, all the relaxation in the world couldn't blunt the sting of pain I felt as the head of his cock slipped past the ring inside me. I let out a gasp and released my hand from his penis, leaning forward and placing both of my hands on his chest. Khaled was motionless, with his hands behind his head and fingers laced together, watching the spectacle before him.

"Keep going..." he urged.

I closed my eyes to concentrate, and then with determination started to push myself onto his cock. It was a slow process, and I found that if I rocked myself back and forth it was a bit easier. So I started to rock, each time pushing a bit deeper. I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like hours. Of course, it was probably only a few minutes. Once I had his full length within me, I slid my knees down to the bed so it was more comfortable than the catcher's position I was in.

"Oh that feels so good Jamie. It's like my... cock... was meant to be inside you. It just feels so right."

"What do I do now?"

"Just move yourself up and down on it. Or you can try rocking back and forth on it like you were doing. Whatever you want. But not too fast, it feels so good I want it to last."

I wasn't too worried about going too fast, since it was hard enough to get to this point. Khaled was looking at me with pleasure in his eyes, clearly enjoying the tightness of my hole. Staring at him, I started to rock, using my hands on his chest to push back onto his cock, and using my knees to help raise me off it. After a minute or so, I gave in to the experience and closed my eyes. From here it's very boring to describe, since I basically just kept rocking on and off his cock for the next fifteen minutes or so. Every now and then, I would stop for a bit to take a rest, but then I would start back up again. Khaled had long ago closed his eyes, and his breathing indicated that he was enjoying the pleasure my body was providing.

For my part I never realized how physically demanding it was to have sex on top. At other times, I would usually be a passive recipient of his urges, and so he would be doing the work. With the tables turned, I now saw just how much of a strain this could be on one's energy. After twenty minutes, I needed longer breaks, so I just stopped and laid myself down on his chest with his cock still inside me. "I'm too tired Khaled." I said with an exhausted sigh.

"OK, you rest then, but first get up and lie down on the bed on your stomach."

I complied, and slowly extracted myself from his penis. Reorienting myself on the bed, I did as he asked and laid down on my stomach. Khaled, who had stood up when I did, was now getting back into bed. Straddling my midsection, he maneuvered himself over my buttocks and then casually slid his manhood back into my bum. Even though I had him in me for twenty minutes, it was still something that made me gasp every time. Not wasting time, Khaled sunk his cock all the way inside me in one smooth stroke, holding it deep as he made some final adjustments to his position on the bed. I felt him as he lay down on top of me, which was a bit uncomfortable since he was heavy. However, this was only temporary as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. With his body the way he wanted it, he started to work his cock in and out of my bum in a very slow and methodical manner. I could feel him as every inch sunk slowly inside me, only to be withdrawn at the same snail-like pace. From his sounds, I could tell he was enjoying it, so I just brought my arms up under my face and rested my head on them, as I closed my eyes and relaxed.

After another 10 minutes of sex, Khaled himself started to become tired. I guess it was hard being on his elbows all the time. Khaled moved off of me, but kept his penis inside me as he reoriented himself on the bed. It was kind of weird since he was sorta sitting on top of me now. We were both facing the same way, but he was sitting on the backs of my thighs as his feet cradled my legs. Once he had snuggled in as tight as he could, he gently started to rock his pelvis. He wasn't moving in and out as much as I was, but that didn't seem to concern him. I think this was easier for him though since he was sitting up.

The entire time from the point he pushed his penis inside me, no words were spoken, just the occasional moan or sigh. My body was being rocked gently by Khaled's efforts, and his positioning assured that he stayed as deep as possible inside me. There was some pressure because of this position, but it wasn't hurting me anymore. Even though it had been over a month since we last were intimate, once I got past the first couple minutes of having his penis inside me, the pain and discomfort went away. While I wasn't enjoying it in the way he was sexually, I was enjoying being with him in an intimate manner. I had been very lonely when I wasn't able to be with him, and to use a very bad pun, his cock had filled a void in my life.

He was intentionally not going fast enough to orgasm, and so this was extending the experience for him. It would seem that he really wanted to make this last. This was not really a surprise to me; he had always been more focused on the journey and not the destination. To him the pleasure he felt was more important than an orgasm. It was something that I came to respect of him, since it helped to show me that life is more than about goals, you need to enjoy life along the way.

"Jamie, I need to rest." Khaled said, breaking the silence. It had been about 30 minutes since he had taken over, so this was understandable. "Did you want to take a turn?"

I was actually really relaxed, so I really didn't want to exert myself again, but I didn't mention it. "Sure OK I guess."

Khaled lifted himself off me and I got up off the bed. As he was adjusting his position, I grabbed the tube of gel and added a bit more to my bum hole. After he had laid back down, I stood up on the bed and again moved myself into position above him. This time he assisted me by holding my left hand, but I still had to use my right hand to hold up his penis as I skewered myself on it. Sinking down I felt his penis effortlessly slide inside me. Letting out a small gasp I relaxed and allowed gravity to quickly guide me down. Once buried to the base I slid my feet astride him and then started to rock back and forth as I did before, with my hands on his chest pushing me back onto his cock.

"Ummm, you do that so well Jamie. I wish you could do that all night. Perhaps we can try that the next time your parents go away overnight."

I didn't respond, since I was unsure of whether that would make me really sore. Nevertheless I continued to work my bum up and down, the only noise an occasionally crackle from the point where we were joined. Although I wished I could last longer, I think I only lasted another ten minutes before I got tired again. "I'm sorry Khaled, but I'm tired too..."

"OK, perhaps it is best I give you my seed now." Khaled sat up, and grabbing hold of me he kept me impaled on him as he laid me back on the bed. Once I was on my back, he used his hands and pulled my feet up so they were on his shoulders. He then leaned forward, which bent me almost in half. It was at this point that he really started to drive into me. Although he started slow, he quickly ramped up the pace until he was ramming his cock into me at a breakneck pace. I looked up at him and I could see the fire in his eyes as he sought to breed with me. We had been coupled for an hour now, and it was time for Khaled to have his release. As he continued to pound at me, I tried to push my hands under his hands, which were on either side of my head. Seeing what I was doing, he relaxed briefly and lifted up his hands, and then laced his fingers in mine as he pressed them back into the bed. Continuing his assault on my bum, he stroked in and out at a machine-like pace as our bodies slapped together. After about five minutes I felt him increase his pace, and so I knew he was close to orgasm.

"It's time Jamie!" Khaled blurted out, as he began to cream my insides. He rammed against me in a disjointed fashion, grunting each time he delivered a gush of semen into me. After a dozen more strokes, he relaxed the grip on my hands, and then in an unexpected twist he pulled me up to him and hugged me as he laid back down on the bed on his back. With his cock still leaking inside me, I just laid on top of him and rested my head on his chest, as he ran his fingers through my hair. He was obviously exhausted as well, and so we both stayed that way for a number of minutes, until his penis had shrunk enough to pop out. Reaching down Khaled grabbed the towel off the floor that I used to wipe my hands. In a deft motion, he pressed the towel against my bum and then lifted me up and sat me on the bed with the towel underneath me. Walking to the bathroom Khaled went in and washed up, cleaning his penis of the gel that had coated it.

As I sat on the bed, waiting for my anus to fully close, I could feel some of his semen leaking out of me. He had delivered a significant load inside me, and I was lucky I had a towel or else it would have been everywhere. Khaled walked back into the room and collapsed into his chair.

"Tired?" I asked.

"Yes. Your bottom is very demanding."

"It's after ten o'clock, what should we do now?

"Well I need to rest for a bit. You should rest too."

I wasn't about to argue. My bum still felt weird like it always did after an extended period of being invaded by a penis. It's hard to describe. It was a bit sore too, so a break was a good idea.

Khaled got up and flipped on his small TV once again, and we watched the rest of a sit-com that I didn't really like since it was more geared towards adults. The show had already started, so he watched until it ended at 10:30, and then shut it off.

"Your parents won't be home for an hour and a half, so we should be able to spend another hour together. Your mouth is probably lonely." He said with a sly smile.

I was lying on my back in his bed, staring at the ceiling when he said that. Turning on to my side to look at him I replied, "How did you want me to do it?"

"Why not in the bed? Remember how we did it that time at my uncle's house, and you woke me up that one morning? Let's do that again."

I remembered that day, and I got goose bumps thinking about it. "OK." I replied as I got up off the bed and waited for him to come over.

Khaled strode to the bed, his tanned penis swinging back and forth as he walked. I couldn't help but stare, and he saw me stare too. "Don't worry Jamie, you'll have it very soon." he said with a grin. Moving the pillows around to support his head he laid in bed with his legs spread lewdly. I must have been daydreaming since Khaled's voice brought my mind back to the present, "Quickly, we don't have much time."

Without responding verbally, I crawled into bed between his legs, and snuggled into place. Khaled pulled the blankets over us to keep us warm and cozy, and I reached out my hand to lift up the covers so I could see. His still flaccid penis was laying to one side, so I moved my head up and carefully sucked his cock into my mouth. Plunging my mouth to the base, I relaxed and started to work my tongue over his penis as it grew in my mouth.

"Oh Jamie," Khaled moaned, "I swear to Allah, I promise you I will never get tired of this." He snaked his hands under the covers and began to lovingly caress my head and run his fingers through my hair. "Your mouth feels so good on my... cock. I don't know how you do it."

With his penis fully erect, I began to work my mouth up and down his shaft, something that I knew he always liked. I could feel him as he raised his hips up to meet my lips when I pressed down, and his hands would gently but firmly press me deep into his crotch. After about 10 minutes of this, he pulled my head deep into his crotch and held it there, but he didn't orgasm. He wanted to make this last and I guess I was making him want to orgasm too soon. Without words, he swung us both over so that I was now on my back and he was on his stomach. In this new position, he started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth in a slow but steady fashion. After five more minutes of this, he started to get more aroused, and so he threw the covers off us and sat up.

"Stay still." he said as he stood up briefly, his penis slipping out of my mouth with a 'pop'. After getting onto his knees, he straddled my head and placed his ankles over my wrists, which were laying back on the bed around my shoulders. Looking down at me, he used one hand to push his cock to my lips, and once I opened my mouth, he slid it inside. Sitting back on his heels, he looked down at me as he rocked his pelvis, which stroked his penis in and out of my mouth.

At this point, I was simply serving as an orifice for his cock. With my hands out of the way, he stroked in and out of my mouth in the same way he did to my bum. It wasn't as pleasant as it would be if I was just nursing on him, but I knew this made him happy, so it made me happy to do this for him. I lost track of time, but I suspect it was about fifteen minutes that he methodically plowed my mouth. At times he would pause and rest, but for the most part he was just enjoying my mouth and how it felt to him. Finally he stopped, again pushing deep into my mouth, but again not having an orgasm. In frustration, he said, "I don't want to give you my seed yet, but this feels too good. We need to stop."

Since we were motionless, his penis started to shrink. At that point, I decided to try what I had learned to do that one time at camp to Greg. Turning my head to the side so his shrinking cock would slip out of my mouth, I opened my mouth and started to suck one of his balls into my mouth.

"Jamie! Where did you learn to do that!?" Khaled remarked in genuine surprise.

Pushing the testicle out of my mouth I responded, "At camp, Greg made me do it to him on the boat." Once finished with my explanation, I opened my mouth again and sucked the other testicle into my mouth.

"Remind me to have you do it again. This feels very good!" Khaled was rocking a bit, but he soon realized that rocking wouldn't change how his balls were being sucked. "Try and take them both." he suggested as he put his hand down and started to push the second testicle into my mouth. Once past my taut lips it popped into place. Khaled was definitely enjoying this.

Looking up I could see him as he closed his eyes and leaned back his head. Finally, after about 5 minutes he opened his eyes and abruptly pulled his sack from my mouth before quickly stuffing his cock back in there to fill the void. Again, he rocked his pelvis, which slid his cock in and out of my mouth. This didn't last for long though, as he began to increase his pace exponentially. I wanted to reach my hands up to hold on to him, but my hands were still trapped under his ankles. Feeling my hands stir his feet pushed down tighter on them, not wanting me to move an inch out of position before he reached his peak. His hands now reached down and grabbed my head, and suddenly he grunted and pulled my head deeply into his crotch as his cock unloaded into my throat. After a few spurts, he sighed and exhaled deeply before relaxing his grip on my head. I could feel the remainder of his semen being delivered, but there wasn't as much as his first orgasm. Once complete Khaled just sat and relaxed as his leaking cock deflated in my mouth.

After a couple of minutes, I felt Khaled's penis twitch, and then without warning I felt a dribble of urine in my mouth. He had said earlier that he wanted to do this again before I left, and he was making good on his promise.

"Nnnnn..." I was caught off-guard though and moaned in surprise.

"Shhh, it's OK." He remarked in a manner that sounded like this was a perfectly normal thing to be doing.

His flow began to leak into my mouth. It wasn't too powerful, which was good since I was still trying adapting to the surprise of having him do it now. Usually he tells me before he does it though. Although I had initially tried to move my hands out from under his ankles when he started to pee, he again pressed down on my hands to keep me in place. As his urine started to flow, he inhaled sharply.

"Praise Allah, this is amazing! I can't explain it Jamie, the pee flowing through my... cock... just feels so wonderful." He continued to speak as he drained his bladder into my mouth. "Why have I been so stupid?!?" he chided himself quite angrily, "All this time I was having you drink it before, when I should have had you drink it after!" He shook his head in disbelief, all the while casually urinating into the mouth of the young boy trapped below him. "I was such a fool."

While I heard him speak, I wasn't paying too much attention to what he was saying since I was concentrating on drinking his urine. I could feel from the flow that was taking it slow, since I didn't have to labor as much and it seemed to be slowing down. Thank goodness for small mercies.

Soon the flow had turned to a trickle, and Khaled was running his hands through my hair. "You always drink it so well Jamie, I'm proud of you."

His words made me happy, and although I was a bit bothered by him not telling me first that he was going to do it, that slight annoyance melted away as he praised me. With only a dribble leaking from his cock now, I felt him tense up to squirt the remaining drips into my mouth. Once done he just sat there and relaxed as a few remaining drops leaked out, while continuing to stroke my hair. It was only after a few minutes had passed that he finally got up off the bed and released me. Now able to see the clock, I noticed it was 11:20pm, which meant we only had 40 minutes at most before my parents arrived home.

I paused for a moment, and then sat up in bed. It was a bit of an adjustment after being in that position and unable to move. However, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and rubbed my somewhat pee-filled stomach.

"You should get washed and dressed Jamie, in case your parents arrive home early.

"OK" I replied as I got up and walked to the washroom while Khaled was busy putting his own clothes on. I used a washcloth to wash my hands and face, then used the cloth on my stomach, which was still streaked with some of his dried semen from earlier. Looking in the mirror and seeing that I looked presentable, I went back to the sitting room and put on my clothes. Meanwhile Khaled was making his bed and tidying up. By the time we were both dressed and done, it was about 11:30pm.

"So what now?" I asked as we looked at one another.

"I have an idea... Turn on the TV and then come here." he said as he moved to his sitting chair and sat down, opening up his zipper and exposing his penis.

After turning on the TV, I walked over to the chair and stood in front of him, perhaps expecting him to ask me to kneel and suck him. Khaled, however, had different plans. Opening up my zipper, he pushed my pants and underwear down to my knees. Pulling the tube of gel from his pocket, he lightly swabbed his cock, and then he put the tube back in his pocket. Turning me so that I was facing away from him, he lifted me up and pulled me onto his lap. Since he didn't have a free hand to hold up his penis he remarked, "Use your hands to put it inside you."

As he lifted me up, I reached a hand underneath me to lift his penis and aim it at my now approaching buttocks. With the pieces in place, Khaled maneuvered me over his cock. As I felt it touch my hole I relaxed, and the head of his penis began to worm its way inside me. Relaxing his grip Khaled let gravity do the work for him, and I casually slid down his pole as he let out a satisfied sigh. I straddled my legs over his thighs to help support me.

"We can stay like this until your parents come home, and then when we hear the car or the door you can just stand up and pull up your pants. I won't be giving you my seed though, so there will be no mess."

Khaled just loosely wrapped his hands around my midsection, lacing his fingers together. I laid back against his chest and relaxed. At this point, he slowly worked his pelvis up and down, sliding his cock in and out of me at a relaxing pace. Since he wouldn't be having an orgasm, this was just for his pleasure. Time passed quickly as we both relaxed and watched TV. Soon it was midnight, and we both were wondering how much longer we would have before my parents arrived. We didn't have to wait long though. At about 12:15 we heard a car in the driveway. I slowly eased myself off his swollen member, but not before letting out a small gasp as it slipped out. As much as I may not have wanted to admit it, I did miss the feeling of it inside me.

I pulled up my pants and Khaled did likewise, although he had a bit more trouble getting his erect member back in his pants. This wasn't a big deal though since he wasn't the one who had to go upstairs. My parents didn't have to pay him since they just took it off his rent. I waited by the door for my parents to call for me, staring at Khaled with a sad look on my face.

"So I guess I won't see you again for some time?" Khaled remarked in a dejected tone.

"Yeah, it sucks." I replied, unaware of the ironic double-entendre of my remark.

"Well I will pray to Allah that your mother gets her full time job back soon so we can be together again."

"I'd like that." I replied as I went over and gave him a small hug. Hearing the upstairs door open I didn't bother waiting for my parents to call me, "Bye Khaled," I said as I opened his door, "thanks for babysitting me." I walked upstairs and made small talk with my parents, who asked if everything went OK and I replied in the affirmative. At this point, I was hustled off to bed since it was well past my bedtime.

That night I had some interesting dreams, although that's a story for another time.


CHAPTER 14

The next morning came, and with the new day came the realization that it was back to the way it was before. My mother would be home when I got home from school, and so I would be unable to be with Khaled. While having the chance to be with him yesterday helped to lift my spirits, it didn't blunt the reality that I didn't know how long we would be apart.

Days turned into weeks, and soon the first week of March was upon me. It was then that conversation at school turned to March break. I had completely forgotten about it, and so when I got home that day I ran and asked my mother what she had planned for me for March break.

"I hadn't thought about it hon." she replied, "We can't afford to go on vacation while I am only working part time. Why don't you talk to Khaled and see what he is doing. Maybe he can look after you for the mornings that week."

"OK!" I announced with excitement as I ran to the basement door.

"Hey," she called after me, "I don't want you sitting inside all week though. Maybe you can go to the zoo or something."

"OK." I yelled back as I hustled down the stairs. I knocked on the door and then opened it, stepping in to Khaled's apartment.

Sitting at his kitchen table, Khaled was working on homework. "Hello Jamie, what brings you here today?"

"Hi Khaled, I was wondering... March break is coming up, and my mom is still working half days, and so we were wondering if you would baby-sit me for the mornings during March break."

"Of course, tell her I would be happy to take care of you." He smiled at me in a knowing way, as we both knew what 'take care' meant to us.

"Oh, she says we have to do something that week, like go to the zoo or something."

"Tell her we can go to the zoo on Tuesday, since they have student discount that day."

"OK!" This was turning out great. Not only did I get to see Khaled, I was going to the zoo! I hadn't been to the zoo in this city, and the last place we lived in only had a petting zoo, so I would be able to see real animals. I was still standing by the door, so I shut it and then ran over to Khaled so I could whisper. "Do you want me to suck you quick?"

Khaled responded in a hushed tone, "What if your mother comes to find you?'

"She's watching TV now, we can do it quick."

Pausing for a moment, Khaled came to the decision that the risk was low. Moving to the chair, he quickly undid his belt, then pushed his pants and underwear to his feet in one swift motion as he sat down. Without prompting, I knelt down between his legs, but his pants were in the way. Seeing this Khaled lifted his legs over my head and spread his legs so my head popped between them. Wasting no time, he pushed his soft member at my lips and I opened my mouth to admit it. I let out a long exhale of breath through my nose, and wrapped my arms around his thighs. His penis quickly hardened, and as soon as it was hard enough, I started to plunge my mouth up and down on his cock. This was strictly a mission for release, no time to be fancy. My many times pleasuring him had given me the experience needed to quickly bring him to a peak, and within minutes he was coating my mouth in his cream as he locked my head between his thighs.

Not wanting to take any chances, as soon as the bulk of his cum was in my mouth, he lifted up his legs to release me. As I stood up Khaled grabbed a kleenex from the box on the table beside him. He wrapped the head of his penis with the tissue before stuffing the still leaking member back into his underwear and doing up his pants.

"Thank you Jamie. Please tell your mother I will be happy to look after you."

"OK, see you later." I replied as I rushed back upstairs. Once there my mother called out from the living room. "So what did he say?"

"He said yes," I called back as I walked into the living room, "and he said he can take me to the zoo on Tuesday since they have a special for kids."

"OK hon, you go play and I'll call you for dinner when your father gets home."

The week went by quickly, but on Sunday night, my dad popped a surprise on me. He had gotten last minute tickets from where he worked to a baseball game and was taking the day off on Monday so we could go together. This was rare for him, since we usually didn't do this kind of thing. I didn't want to arouse suspicion, so I didn't complain, and I told Khaled that I wouldn't see him Monday, but I would instead see him Tuesday. He was disappointed, but still happy we would have time together.

Monday came and I went to the baseball game with my Dad. I'll be honest and say that I didn't find it overly exciting. It was a very low hitting game, so the most excitement I had was when we went to the snack stands and when we bought a souvenir. Once we got home, we had dinner and then we all watched TV. I went to bed excited about my upcoming visit to the zoo.

Tuesday morning, my mom was making sure I was properly dressed for the weather. It was still cold outside, although there wasn't any snow on the ground anymore. "Mom, we won't be leaving right away, it's only eight o'clock. The zoo isn't open yet. I'll get dressed before I leave." I pulled off my winter coat and hat, and then took them downstairs with my gloves. "I'll be fine, honest."

"OK, here's some money so you can have lunch and buy yourself a little something at the zoo. Have fun."

"I will, thanks mom." I said as I closed the upstairs door behind me and went down to Khaled's apartment. Opening the door to his place, I saw that he was still in his pajamas.

"Hi, how come you're not dressed yet?"

"Don't worry, we have plenty of time. The zoo doesn't open until 10am, and the bus will only take 45 minutes at most. So we have more than an hour before we need to go. Leave your things by the door and come in. We'll wait for your parents to leave."

I did as he instructed, and not long afterwards, we heard the cars in the driveway pulling out. At that moment, Khaled started to take off his pajama bottoms. "Come Jamie, we have some time for you to pleasure me before we go."

"OK, but don't make me drink your pee or else I will have to pee all day."

"As you wish, but I still have seed for you to drink." he said as he sank down in the chair. "Come." he beckoned me over with his right hand.

Stripping off my clothes I left my socks on, since the basement was a bit cool today. I knelt down in front of his chair and scooted in between his legs.

"Have you missed it?" Khaled asked as he looked down at me.

"Missed what?"

"This." he said as he gestured to his penis with his hand. "Have you missed it?"

"I guess so."

"You guess so?" He said as he feigned indignance.

"I missed YOU Khaled. If sucking you makes you happy of course I miss it."

"It does make me happy. I am glad you are so eager to please me. Take your time, I will relax and enjoy it."

I was sort of daydreaming, or at least not focused enough to understand the cue.

"Jamie?" Khaled said as he got my attention. At the same time, he used his right foot to pull me in as close as possible to the chair, and he slouched forward so his crotch was in my face.

Without thinking, and since they were at the right height, I decided to suck on his balls to start. Khaled let out a sigh as he laid his head back in the chair. I started my licking them all over, and then one at a time I would suck them into my mouth and gently roll them around. After a time I reached my hand up to help push both testicles into my mouth at once. My mouth simply couldn't open wide enough to take them otherwise. When the second of Khaled's balls popped into my oral cavity, he moaned in pleasure, and dropped his hand down to tousle my hair.

After spending enough time on his balls, his penis was fully erect without me having touched it. Allowing his balls to pop out of my mouth, I leaned up and turned my head sideways so I could pull his rod into my mouth without needing to use my hands. He always preferred it that way for some odd reason. Licking my lips before opening my mouth, I stuck out my tongue and began to lick his penis. Seeing as we had the time I figured there was no need to rush, so I took my time and just used my mouth and lips to lick and suck the outside of his cock. Khaled must have gotten horny or impatient - or both - since at this point he reached down and pointed his member at my mouth, and then with his free hand he gently but firmly pulled my head down onto his penis. I allowed my mouth to slide down the length of his member, and I closed my eyes as my mouth reached the base. I liked to close my eyes to help concentrate, since it helped so I wouldn't gag the first few times he poked at the back of my mouth. Thankfully, since Khaled wasn't too long, I never had too much trouble taking him all the way.

"Mmmm Jamie... That's so good. I wish we could skip the zoo and just do this all day." As I was bobbing my head up and down, Khaled was running his fingers through my hair. "Jamie, is your hair longer?"

Again, like before, I wondered how people could ask questions of someone with a cock in their mouth. "Mmmfff." I tried to moan in reply. Seeing my predicament, he pulled my head off his penis so I could answer. "Yeah. I asked my mom if I could grow it longer since the other boys at school have longer hair too."

"I see." Khaled remarked as he nonchalantly pulled my mouth back over his throbbing organ and resumed humping my mouth. "I didn't realize that long hair was a style now. Well no matter. As long as you have hair that is fine." he said as wove his fingers through my blond hair, before lacing them at the back of my head and pulling me deeply into his crotch, and holding me there. "I don't know how much longer I can last Jamie; I need to give you my seed." With that, he started to pull my head up and down the length of his cock, his pace quickening rapidly. Within a couple minutes, I was rewarded for my efforts with a mouthful of his warm cream as he grunted and continued to hump my face. "Ahhh, there you go..." he sighed as spurts of him semen continued to land in my mouth.

Once spent he pulled my head deep down into his crotch and held it there, and I stopped sucking and just allowed him to drool the remainder of his seed into my mouth. Lifting his hands off my head, he exhaled with a big sigh, and then leaned back in the chair, his arms dangling off the sides. After his penis had fully deflated, Khaled gently lifted my head from his cock. "That was excellent Jamie."

Leaning back on my heels, I just sat and waited for Khaled to tell me what we would do next. Seeing a dollop of semen appear on the head of his penis, I carefully leaned in and gently kissed it, taking the fluid with me. Looking at the wall, I saw that we had only spent fifteen minutes doing this, so we still had lots of time to go.

Khaled stood up, and I scooted back so I was out of the way.

"Go and wait in the bed Jamie, I need to have some breakfast."

Without answering, I complied, and I went and flopped down onto his bed on my stomach, my feet swinging up in the air as I watched Khaled fix himself a bowl of cereal.

"So Jamie, what animals did you want to see at the zoo today?"

"Tigers!" I responded enthusiastically, "And wolves too!"

"Ah yes, the king of the jungle and the king of the forest." Khaled remarked between mouthfuls of cereal. We continued to discuss the zoo and animals as he ate, then I watched as he brought his bowl to the sink and washed it, leaving it to dry in the rack on the side. Khaled took off his pajama top and tossed it on the floor near his pajama bottoms as he walked towards the bed. "You won't need your socks in bed Jamie."

Taking the hint, I quickly stripped off my socks and dropped them beside the bed. Khaled got into the bed beside me as I rolled over to make room. Pulling the covers over us, Khaled spooned my back and wrapped his arm around me. We laid together for a while, just enjoying each other's warm bodies, and I felt perfectly at ease. This was the kind of contact I really longed for. While I did like pleasing Khaled sexually, it wasn't because I desired the sexual contact; it was because I desired the intimacy. The sex was something of a price I assumed had to be paid in order to have that intimate contact with him.

After about ten to fifteen minutes, I felt Khaled stir, and I turned my head to see him leaning out the side of the bed to get something from underneath. It was the tube of gel, and I soon felt the covers pulled off us as Khaled used the lubricant on his penis. Wiping his hand on one of my socks, he put the tube back on the floor and then turned his body back towards mine.

"Just relax Jamie; I'm going to put it inside you now."

I exhaled deeply and tried to relax as I felt his penis seek out the entrance into my body. After sliding his member back and forth over my hole, Khaled gently started to push. Although he couldn't see it, I was wincing as I felt the initial pain of his intrusion. It seemed that being in this position made it uncomfortable for some reason. It wasn't as bad as it was the first time though, it was less the pain and more just discomfort now since I had become somewhat used to it. At that moment, the head popped inside me, and I let out a small gasp.

"It's OK Jamie. Just relax..." Khaled grabbed the blanket and pulled it back over us, at the same time wrapping an arm around my waist to hold me. Little by little, he sank his member inside me, and within a minute he was buried to the hilt in my bum. Once there he paused and let out a gentle sigh. Next, he lifted one of his legs and intertwined them with my legs. At the same time raising his other arm, which was trapped between our bodies, and placed it above my head. Satisfied that he was comfortable, Khaled started the slow process of sliding his cock almost all the way out of me, before sliding it back in. He was doing it at a very relaxed pace, clearly not in any rush, and so we cuddled as he proceeded to gently invade my rectum with his penis.

Reaching up I pulled his arm so that it would be under my head, and he complied, after which I laid my head down on his arm and closed my eyes. Khaled was rhythmically stroking in and out, and the two of us were both at ease with one another. It was as if this was the most natural thing in the world. No words had been spoken since he pushed his cock inside me, as we both just gave ourselves over to the carnal experience. Khaled would occasionally stroke my chest as he pushed in and out, and our feet remained intertwined. I was a bit surprised that he didn't have problems pushing his penis inside me like he did at his uncle's house, but I think it was probably because I was so much tighter then since it was my first time. Now that I had learned to relax, he was able to push in much more easily.

The minutes passed like hours, and I was beginning to get worried that we would take too long and not have time for the zoo. "What time is it Khaled?"

Pausing for a moment, I felt him turn his body slightly to see the clock on the wall behind us. "Nine o'clock, why?"

"When do we need to leave for the zoo?"

"We can leave in a half hour; that way we don't arrive before they open and have to wait outside."

'OK." I replied as I again relaxed and closed my eyes.

Khaled also got himself back into the position he was in, and so without much disturbance we continued on, him giving, and me receiving. The rocking was almost putting me to sleep. Had it not been for tube of flesh worming its way inside of me I might have nodded off. As time went on, I again felt Khaled pause as he moved in bed. "It's getting late Jamie, we should probably finish."

"OK." I said, although I don't know why he mentioned it to me since he was the one that needed release, not me.

The bed began to rock as Khaled increased his tempo. His strokes were now firmer and with more purpose than they had been before. As his cock drove into me, I let my body totally relax; assuring that there would be no obstacles to his pleasure. The stroking had become pounding now, as his penis was sliding in and out of my bum at a blistering pace. This pace wouldn't last though. Khaled cried out, "It's coming! It's coming!" At that moment, I felt the first hot gush of fluid inside me, as Khaled's thrusts became uncoordinated. Since I was being pushed away, Khaled quickly pushed me over onto my stomach as he pressed his cock deeply into my bottom to deliver the remaining squirts of his seed.

Once complete Khaled collapsed on top of me, and then shortly afterwards he rolled slightly off to the side, leaving his leaking penis inside me. "That was glorious Jamie. I've wanted to do that for weeks."

I lay on the bed in silence, just enjoying the last few minutes of intimacy before he would be done and it would be over.

Once his penis had become flaccid, it slipped out of me. "Stay there Jamie, I'll get a cloth." Khaled went to the washroom and got a washcloth, which he wet. Once back at the bed he proceeded to wipe my bum, then he placed a towel under me and had me sit up in bed. Now assured that I wouldn't leak all over his bed, Khaled went back to the bathroom to wash up and get ready to go.

When he was complete, he came back to the bed, "Go get cleaned up, and I'll tidy up the bed."

Naked, I walked to the washroom; seeing the washcloth there, I washed my face and then wiped down my bum again. Rinsing the cloth, I left it on the sink, and then I had a pee before coming back into the sitting room.

"Come here." Khaled instructed as he held out my underwear in front of him. "Put these on, and I will put some tissues inside to make sure you don't leak onto your underwear."

I can only imagine what my mother would say if she saw cum stains in my underwear when she went to wash them. Taking my underwear, I quickly slipped them on, and then Khaled nestled a small wad of kleenex into my crevice.

"There." Khaled remarked in a satisfied tone. "Get dressed and we'll leave shortly."

I finished getting dressed and then we both got our winter clothes on and headed off to the zoo. While not the same as going during the summer, it was actually a really fun time for me. Getting a chance to spend time with Khaled in a brotherly fashion was something I really longed for, and so I savored every minute of our time together. As promised, I did get to see tigers and wolves, along with many other animals. While many of the African animals were in their enclosures, there were plenty that were out and about, and there were also interior pavilions where the animals where in a climate controlled environment. At lunchtime, we went to one of the restaurants in the zoo, and then after lunch we took a tram ride, which showed us many of the animals we didn't have a chance to see since the zoo is so big. We left at about 2pm, and got home just before three.

"Thanks for today Khaled, it was really fun!" I gushed as we entered our house through the side door.

"Did you have fun?" my mother called down from upstairs.

"Yeah mom, be up in a minute." turning to Khaled I said, "I gotta go, see you tomorrow?"

Khaled just smiled and nodded, and we went our separate ways.


CHAPTER 15

Wednesday morning came, and I woke up wondering what we would be doing today. Would we stay in or go out?

"So what are you doing today hon?" my mother asked as she poured me a bowl of cereal.

"I don't know, maybe just stay home? We don't have to do something every day do we?"

"No, but I want you to go out somewhere once more this week. It can be any day, you talk with Khaled and see what he thinks and you can tell me when I get home."

"OK. I'll ask when I go downstairs." With my bowl of cereal finished, I hopped up, "Bye mom." I yelled behind me as I went to the door and closed it behind me. Running downstairs I nearly tripped on my boots at the back door. Then I went down the remaining steps; opening the door to Khaled's apartment as I knocked on it. Like yesterday, Khaled was still in his pajamas, having cereal at his kitchen table. "Hi Khaled." I chirped.

"Good morning Jamie, did you sleep well?"

"Yeah."

"Good, I hope you got lots of rest, we have a busy day ahead of us."

"Really? Where are we going?" I said with excitement in my voice, as I walked into the room and sat down beside him at the table.

"Well to start, we'll spend some time together here, but before your mother comes back home we will go over to Farhan's house. You remember Farhan? His brother Abbas is the boy that protected you from that bully."

I could already see where this was going, and the smile that I had on my face was quickly starting to fade away. At the same time, I could hear my mother's car in the driveway as it pulled out.

"So I thought we could spend some time over at Farhan's house today."

"Do I have to suck him again?" I bluntly asked with a disappointed look on my face.

"Well it wouldn't be very nice of you to go to his house and not show appreciation. To Abbas as well. He is the one that protected you."

I dropped my head into my chest. "But I don't want to be with them, I want to be with you." I said with a pout.

"Now Jamie... Friends are supposed to share. Farhan has asked for my help since Abbas hasn't yet... expressed his seed, if you know what I mean." In fact I didn't know what he meant, but he was about to explain. "We want you to help him become a man, to help him finally... how you say... cum, for the first time. Of course, while you are there you can show Farhan your appreciation as well. It would make me very happy if you did this for me Jamie. Farhan is a good friend; I want to treat him well. Since his parents won't be home for the day, this will be the best time."

I sat silently as I listened to Khaled justify why I should be servicing this friend of his and his brother. When I didn't respond to him, he reached over and used a single finger to lift up my chin. "Are you OK Jamie? Will you do this for me?"

Turning my eyes to face him I nodded meekly.

"Thank you Jamie, this means a lot to me. Come." he said as he opened his arms and turned away from the table.

Sliding out of my seat I slowly made my way to him and accepted his embrace. As we hugged, he offered his assurance, "Don't worry Jamie, I will still spend time with you alone this morning, and for the rest of the week." His hug really helped to diminish much of the negative thoughts that had entered my mind. While I wished it could just be the two of us, I was willing to do this for him if this was what he wanted of me.

Remembering what my mom said I remarked, "My mom wants me to go out somewhere once more this week, she said you can decide."

"OK, I'll think of something later. Right now, get undressed and into bed. I'll be with you once I clean up my dishes."

Doing as he instructed I slowly walked to the bed and began to strip off my clothes. Khaled meanwhile was cleaning his dish in the sink and washing up.

Thinking about how Khaled might want to put his penis in my bum made me think about Farhan, and what he wanted. "Will Farhan be putting his thing in me too?"

"Not if you don't want him to," Khaled remarked from the kitchen sink, "but it would give you a different way to please him."

I really didn't want to do it, but if this made Khaled happy then I would comply. I idolized him, and there was nothing that I wouldn't do for him. Responding to Khaled's remark I said, "I'm not sure. I don't want him to think I will do this all the time."

Walking back from the sink, Khaled sat down on the bed beside me. "Jamie, you don't have to do anything for anyone. Even me; if you want to tell me today you don't want to be with me any more you can just say so."

"I do want to be with you Khaled, it's just I worry that if I do this for your friends they will want me to do it all the time and for their friends too."

"No Jamie, you will not be used like that. Jaweed actually asked about seeing you and I told him 'no' because of what happened last time and that he is too big for you. Morad has a girlfriend and has never asked about you again. So it is only Farhan, and his brother. I have known Farhan since I moved here; he has helped me so much. He helped you too. When you had trouble at school, he could have said 'no' when I asked him to have his brother protect you. I owe this to him Jamie, but I will understand if you don't want to do it."

He was laying a serious guilt trip on me, and it was working. "I'll do it, but only for them, and just this one time OK?" I said trying to express that I didn't want this to become a habit.

"Thank you Jamie, this means a lot to me. I swear to Allah that Farhan will treat you very well, I promise."

I nodded back silently to him.

"OK, no more sad talk." Standing up he said, "Lay down on your back."

I know what that meant, and while I wasn't too keen on it, I complied without resistance. Khaled stood up on the bed and walked over to my head, with his feet on either side of my head, facing my feet. Kneeling down, he spread his knees and moved his feet to cradle my head, than sank his bum down onto my mouth. Reaching around behind him, he pulled his cheeks apart, making sure my mouth was as deep into his crevice as possible. Once complete he let out a sigh and relaxed his body onto my face. I had yet to take any action, although I don't know why. Perhaps my mind was thinking about how I was going to have to pleasure Farhan today, and I was still not too excited with that proposition.

"I don't feel your tongue..." Khaled asked somewhat impatiently.

Unable to respond verbally, I instead opened my mouth and snaked my tongue out to greet his brown hole.

"Ahh, that's better." Khaled sighed.

The next thirty minutes went by as it had in the past, with me lying on my back, my face buried in his buttocks, orally pleasing him with my tongue. I had my fingers laced together with my hands on my chest, as I relaxed and just did what needed to be done. In and out, round and round, my tongue repeated various patterns to please him. On occasion, I could feel him gently rocking down onto my face when I was pistoning his hole with my tongue. Unlike last time, I didn't feel him masturbating above me. Perhaps he was still a bit sleepy and was just soaking it all in.

Without warning Khaled stood up, freeing me from my anal prison. "Stand up." he announced, waving his arm to direct me off the bed. Once standing, Khaled moved himself down onto the bed, and then laid down so he was lying flat on the bed. "Come." he said as he beckoned me with his hand into the space on the bed between his legs.

He hadn't said what he wanted from me, but since he didn't have the gel out, I assumed he wanted to be sucked. Crawling down to the space between his legs, I silently got to work pleasing his penis. Khaled laid on the bed with his hands behind his head as he enjoyed my oral skills. After about thirty minutes he reached down to move my head up and down his cock at a faster pace. In a short period of time, he was painting my mouth with his cream, at which point he removed his hands from my head and returned them to the head of the bed under his head. As was usual, he would allow me to nurse his cock gently as it continued to drain out the remaining fluids into my oral cavity.

After he had been sufficiently pleasured, he began to move in the bed, which was my cue to lift my mouth off his penis. I looked at the wall and saw that it was about 9am.

"OK, get cleaned up and dressed."

After going to get cleaned up and dressed, we set out on the walk to Farhan's house. I was initially surprised how far away from the high school he was. However, it was because you had to walk all the way around to get to the road that leads to the street that Farhan lived on. We could have saved 10 minutes had we just been able to cut through some backyards. Along the way, we passed the high school, which Khaled pointed out to me but that I had seen before. We also talked about school in general amongst other things, and it was these times that I enjoyed the most since it was just 'normal'.

Soon we arrived at Farhan's house, which was a small two-bedroom bungalow like many of the others in this area. Khaled rang the doorbell and we heard a yell from within the house, and then a yell in reply. I heard the thump of running footsteps, and then the door opened. It was Abbas, who just waved his hand to beckon us inside. Khaled opened the screen door and we both entered, shutting the larger door behind us. Once inside, we both took off our boots and coats, which we hung on hooks just behind the door.

"We're downstairs." Abbas announced, as he walked ahead of us and led us through the kitchen to the basement. As we entered the basement den, we saw Farhan sitting on a small two-seat couch watching TV, with his bare feet up on the cushions.

Khaled spoke in their language and greeted him, then turned to me and said "Jamie, you remember Farhan, yes?" Before I could reply, Khaled added, "And Abbas, the one that helped you at school." as he gestured to Abbas who had just sat down in a sofa chair, putting his bare feet up on the table in front of him.

"Yeah, hi." I said meekly as I half-heartedly waved at them both.

"Grab a seat." Farhan implored us both as Khaled and I sat down at either end of the larger three-seat couch. For a while, we were all silent as we watched the show on TV. It was some kind of cartoon. After a commercial came on, Farhan spoke again in a hushed voice to Khaled, "Did you ask him?" he said as gestured at me with his head.
Despite him whispering, it was loud enough for me to hear. "Ask me what?" I interjected, trying to stay on top of things.

Khaled spoke and I turned my head to face him. "Well Jamie, Abbas is 13 now, and he has never... You know..."

"We want you to make him cum." Farhan interrupted as he remarked bluntly.

"Cum?" I had heard the word 'cum' before, but I couldn't remember what it meant. Khaled he never used that word, so it was still a bit foreign to me.

"Yeah, the stuff that comes out of your dick." he crudely replied.

"Oh yeah." I remarked, remembering back to Cub Scout camp when I had first learned about this word. I looked over at Abbas, and while he most certainly had heard us talking, he was doing everything he could to make it look like he wasn't listening.

"So will you do it?" Farhan asked, trying to regain my attention.

"Yeah I guess so."

"Good." he said, nodding at me. "Abbas," Farhan called to his brother in an authoritative tone, "come sit on the couch."

Abbas silently came over and sat in the middle of the couch, but closer to me than to Khaled. To this point, he had still not made eye contact. He seemed embarrassed, and rightfully so given the circumstances. I'd be embarrassed too if I was in his shoes.

Khaled spoke to Abbas, but in his foreign tongue and in a gentle tone. At that point, Abbas got up and took off his pants and underwear, tossing them on the carpeted floor beside him.

"Go ahead Jamie." Khaled urged in a reassuring tone.

This was something I never really got used to, which was to do a sexual act when more than one person was present. While I was very much used to performing these sexual acts for Khaled, we were always alone. I slid to the floor and walked on my knees to the area in front of Abbas. His legs were spread wide, and his penis was already fully erect.

Moving into the area between Abbas' legs, I shuffled forward so I was up against the edge of the couch. Abbas slouched down on the couch a bit, which brought his penis closer to my face. I looked up at Abbas and finally caught his gaze for the first time. I could see that while he was trying to act cool and calm, his wide-open eyes betrayed his true emotions. It was clear he was excited, or scared, or both.

After licking my lips to wet them, I leaned in towards his cock. The instant my tongue touched his penis he gasped deeply and his body twitched at the initial contact. It almost seemed like I jolted him with electricity, and so I backed away for a moment, and then tried again. He again gasped, but this time it wasn't that loud. With my tongue extended, I gently started to lick his shaft, and then moved upwards to the head. After a couple minutes, I had covered every inch of his penis with my tongue, so I proceeded to sink my mouth down onto his cock. As I did so, he gasped again, and his breathing began to quicken.

Although I didn't rush, I wasn't taking my time either. I was confident enough that I knew what usually made someone cum, so I worked towards that with Abbas. Almost immediately, he was humping up into my mouth, and I expected that it wouldn't be too long before I had achieved my goal. In a few short minutes, he was near his peak, and I could feel that he was close to cumming. However, things quickly took a very surprising turn.

"No! It's too much!" Abbas exclaimed as he pushed me off his penis. "I'm going to pee."

"Don't worry, you won't pee." Farhan assured him as he shook his head in disbelief. "It just feels that way."

Waiting a moment for him to calm himself, and without prompting, I bent my head down again and started to pleasure his penis, again starting slowly so it wouldn't be too overwhelming for him. Another five minutes later, the same thing happened, and he again pushed me away. "It's too much, I can't do it."

Farhan got up and came over to the couch where we were and sat down on the right side of Abbas. "Khaled, hold his arm."

"No Farhan, don't..." Abbas whined in protest at being restrained. Farhan said something back to him in their language, using a demanding tone, and Abbas ceased his objections.

Khaled complied with Farhan's wishes and took hold of Abbas' left arm, while Farhan took the right.

"OK Jamie, try again. Nice and easy..." Khaled said quietly.

Leaning in I again sucked Abbas' penis into my mouth, and he quickly regained his full erection. I started slow as Khaled asked, and rolled Abbas' cock around inside my mouth. Since his penis was under four inches long, it was easy to take the entire penis into my mouth. This was actually a good size for me, and while I didn't mind Khaled's longer length, I wasn't going to complain about Abbas being smaller.

I decided to go a bit slower this time, so maybe it wouldn't be too intense for him. So over the next five minutes I expertly pleasured his cock, closing my eyes at times so I could focus on what I was doing. The room was silent as I continued to suck, and Abbas continued to hump my mouth.

With Abbas' arms restrained, I felt confident I could bring him to his peak without being pushed away, so I began to intensify my actions. He started to moan and struggle a bit, but he wasn't trying to push me away. Over the next few minutes we got closer to his orgasm. He was moaning louder and humping harder into my face, but as we neared the peak, he again tried to push me away. This time, however, that wasn't going to happen.

"No! I can't! Let me go!" Abbas demanded, but Farhan and Khaled were having none of it. I could feel the heels of Abbas' feet as they pushed against my back trying to force me away, but he could get no traction. He even tried sliding his body back deeper into the couch, but Farhan saw this and reaching down with his free hand he grabbed the back of my head to hold it in Abbas' crotch.

All of a sudden Abbas cried, "Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" which was followed by him moaning loudly, "Oh! Oh! Oh! It's coming! Oh no! It's coming! I can't stop it!"

At that point, his cock started to twitch. His thighs tightened around my head, and I could feel his ankles lock behind my back. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" he stammered as I felt some fluid leak out of his penis. Abbas slipped his hand out of Khaled's grip and immediately grabbed my hair and pulled my head deep into his crotch. Seeing this Farhan let his other hand go, which joined the first in getting my head as deep into his crotch as possible. While my head was immobilized his penis was still twitching, but was very little fluid coming out. In the end, it wasn't more than a dribble, but I guess that is normal for the first time.

"I think I peed in his mouth." Abbas announced in an uncertain tone as he kept my head securely fastened to his penis.

"No you didn't." Farhan assured him. "That's just your cum."

At this point Khaled said something in their language to Abbas, at which point Abbas said "Really?" in an excited and surprised voice. It was as if Khaled had told Abbas he was an alien of something based on how he responded.

Khaled spoke some more in his foreign tongue and Abbas replied, "Are you sure?"

I found it interesting that Khaled was speaking in his language and Abbas was replying in English. As Abbas' penis started to soften in my mouth, I was wondering when he would release my head from his thighs.

"He'll let me do it?" Abbas asked again, which made me curious what 'it' was.

"Just do it." Farhan somewhat impatiently added in English.

Abbas' hands relaxed the hold on my hair, but his thighs continued to cradle my head tightly, holding it in place. I began to wonder what was happening. Was he ready to orgasm again? Surely, he needed more time than this. My thoughts were way off however, as I felt his penis twitch in my mouth and a dribble of fluid escape. It was urine. He was about to pee in my mouth!

With no time to moan an objection, I girded myself for the inevitable onslaught. I took a deep breath in through my nose, and at that moment, the urine began to flow. Although it wasn't so fast that I couldn't handle it, the flow was fast enough that it took all I could muster to keep pace with it. This wasn't something that we had discussed, but I didn't have time to feel upset that Khaled suggested Abbas do this. My only concern was not wetting the couch; seeing how his flow was already slowing down a good deal, my worries were unfounded. Settling into a reasonable pattern I swallowed down his liquid waste, as his hands continued to rest lightly on my head.

"Wow this is so cool!" Abbas remarked from above as this was happening, breaking his brief silence while he drained his urine into the mouth of the younger white boy between his legs. Although 'cool' is not how I would describe it, I was past caring about it, and was just waiting for this to end so he would release my head from between his thighs. "Yeah Khaled you were right, this feels amazing." Although I knew it was Khaled that suggested he do it, at least now 'it' was confirmed. Abbas was gently rubbing my head as cock was twitching and squirting the last remnants of his bladder into my mouth.

"I'm done, what do I do now?" Abbas asked aloud.

"Well you should probably let him go." Farhan replied in a jocular manner, adding a small laugh at the end.

"Oh, OK." Abbas said, somewhat disappointed, as he lifted his hands off my head and relaxed the hold of his thighs and feet. Now free of his grip I deeply exhaled and sat back on my heels.

In an admonishing tone, Khaled spoke up and said something to Abbas in their own language. That prompted Abbas to look down at me and say, "Thanks Jamie, that was great!"

Khaled nodded at Abbas to indicate he was satisfied with his show of appreciation. I stood up and moved to sit on the two-seat couch, since the three of them were on the big couch.

At that moment, Khaled said something to Farhan in their own language, and then Farhan said something to Abbas, again in their foreign language. Abbas protested briefly in English, but Farhan's tone was insistent, whatever he was saying. Bending down, Abbas grabbed his clothes and dressed himself, then left the room and went upstairs.


CHAPTER 16

Once Abbas had left and closed the door, Farhan and Khaled looked at one another, and then Khaled spoke up. "Jamie, why don't you join us here on the couch."

I got up and did as he asked, seating myself in the middle of the large couch.

"So Khaled tells me you do other things, not just with your mouth, is this true?" Farhan asked with interest.

"Yeah."

"You can take a cock up your ass?"

This was yet another expression that I wasn't accustomed to hearing or using as a kid. Sure, I had heard the word 'ass' at times, usually when someone called someone an 'asshole', but it was rarely a word I heard in conversation. It was interesting how Farhan was much more 'crude' in his manner of speaking. Khaled never talked this way, and they were the same age. I found out later on that the reason was related to the fact that Farhan had been in the country for much longer, having gone to school here since kindergarten and exposed to this language in school. Khaled, on the other hand, hadn't been here nearly as long.

"Yeah, sometimes." I replied with hesitation, as I avoided eye contact.

"Well I'd like to put my cock in your ass, OK?"

"I guess so."

"Cool. Get undressed."

Standing up I slowly got undressed, since I was a bit bashful at stripping in front of someone new.

Turning to Khaled, Farhan asked, "How should we do it? I've never done it with a kid before."

"How long do you want it to last?"

"Long. I want to enjoy this."

"Then you should have him suck you first, and then after you rest you can last longer."

"OK." Farhan said as he took off his pants, and then pushed down his underwear. "You heard him; it's all yours." he remarked as he leaned back on the couch and relaxed.

"Just don't pee in my mouth." I asked of Farhan, hopefully preventing him from using me as a toilet as well.

"OK, I won't."

Sliding my body to the floor, I crawled between Farhan's legs. Using one of his feet, he pulled me closer, somewhat eager to get his cock into my mouth. Once I was close enough, he pointed his penis at my lips with one hand, while reaching out to grab my head with the other. Once his cock breached my lips, he let out a satisfying "Ahhh..." and then proceeded to slip one leg over my shoulder to hold me in place. With no further need to hold his penis, he released it and put it on my head, joining his other hand. His two hands had a firm grip on my head by my ears, which he was working up and down his shaft in a very deliberate and methodical manner. Farhan was much different from Khaled, in that Farhan liked to control my head more. Khaled, on the other hand, enjoyed just sitting back and relaxing.

Since Farhan was being so aggressive in moving my mouth up and down his cock, he only lasted a few minutes before I sensed he was near his peak. With him thrusting my head up and down faster and faster, he soon grunted and then started to unload inside my mouth. I swallowed down his salty offering as he slowly continued to pump my head on his shaft, letting out a satisfied sigh. Soon he was done, and unlike with Khaled, Farhan pulled my head off his penis shortly after finishing.

"That was great..." Farhan said as I sat back on my heels. "You really know how to suck a cock."

"He is talented, isn't he?" Khaled remarked.

"You got that right!"

"Jamie," Khaled said, speaking to me, "why don't you pleasure me now, while we wait for Farhan to recover."

" 'Pleasure me'?" Farhan chortled loudly, "Why don't you just say 'suck my cock'?"

While Khaled was not offended by Farhan's remark, he was a bit bemused by it. "I don't speak that way." he added in a matter-of-fact manner. "Come Jamie." he said to me as he motioned to the spot on the floor between his legs.

I could still hear the TV playing in the background as I crawled on the floor to Khaled. With his legs spread, I knew what to do and how to do it, so I got to work. Unlike with Farhan, I felt a greater desire to please Khaled, so I decided to suck on his balls first. As I did this, Farhan took notice.

"Wow man, is he sucking on your sack?"

This was another slang term I was unfamiliar with, until now.

"Yeah, it feels great too."

"I've got to try that!"

Khaled didn't answer, instead leaning back on the couch and lacing his fingers together on top of his chest as he relaxed. Letting out a long exhale of breath, I could tell he was in no rush to cum. After spending a few minutes on his balls, I moved on to his penis. Slipping my mouth over the head, I took a deep breath and just buried it into my mouth to the base. Although I was comfortable being with Khaled, I wasn't too comfortable being in a new place and with people watching, and I think Khaled noticed that.

"Just relax Jamie," he said as he swung up his thighs to gently cradle my head. He knew I liked it when he did that, and it did help me to relax somewhat. However, my reluctance did seem to make it take longer than usual. Nevertheless, I still did enjoy just working my mouth up and down his cock, so I closed my eyes and tried to forget where I was while I worshipped his organ. Farhan was watching television, but I expect he looked over on occasion to see how I was doing.

While Khaled didn't seem to mind how long I was taking, Farhan spoke up, "Khaled, how long you gonna be?"

Sensing his friend's urgency, Khaled started to hump my mouth, and I increased my tempo. "Not long now." After about five minutes, I was rewarded with a mouthful of his cream, and as I liked to do, I allowed Khaled to soften in my mouth as he relaxed in post-coital bliss. We stayed this way for another few minutes, before Khaled gently lifted my head off his now flaccid penis. Sitting back on my heels, I relaxed and waited to see what they wanted to do next.

"It's about time." Farhan remarked in a playful manner.

"He's very good at this." Khaled responded as he tousled my hair, before sitting up straight and looking at Farhan.

"No shit."

"Did you want to try the other end now?"

"Oh yeah!"

"You'll need some of this." Khaled remarked as he pulled the tube of gel out of his pocket.

"What the hell is that?" Farhan asked in a surprised tone.

"It makes you go in easier. Morad got it for me; he uses it with his girlfriend."

Farhan reached out his hand and Khaled handed him the tube. Farhan studied it and read some of the writing on it, then turned to Khaled and asked, "So what do I do with it?"

"Just squeeze out a bit and spread it on your... cock, then give the tube to Jamie."

I got up from my spot on the floor in front of Khaled and briskly took off my pants and underwear, leaving my shirt and socks on. Farhan did as instructed, and then handed the tube to me. I took a dollop and used a finger to coat my anus, then pushed two fingers inside me. Closing up the tube I handed it back to Khaled, then when they weren't looking I wiped my finger on the carpet since they didn't get a me towel to wipe my hands. It was dark colored shag, so I wasn't worried about anyone noticing.

"Did you want to do it, or did you want Jamie to do it?" Khaled asked Farhan.

"What do you mean?"

"Well if Jamie does it you just lie down and he will sit on you. If you do it, then Jamie lies down and you can get on top."

"What feels better?"

"I like it better when Jamie is on top, but I like to take my time and enjoy it. If you are in a hurry don't do it that way."

"That's OK; I'll try it that way. Should we do it on the couch or the carpet?"

"If you are lying down, I would say do it on the carpet, unless the sofa pulls out into a bed."

"It does, but I don't want to open it up in case someone comes home. Let's just do it on the carpet." Farhan said as he stood up, and grabbing a throw-cushion from the couch moved to an open spot on the carpeted floor.

As he lay down with the cushion under his head, Khaled remarked, "Move more to the right so I can see the TV."

Farhan complied and then asked, "So does he just... do it?"

"Yeah... Jamie, go ahead. He's ready for you." Walking over to Farhan, I stepped one foot over his body, and then stood astride his midsection before I squatted down.

"Point it up Farhan." Khaled instructed.

As Farhan complied, I started to sink myself down. Since his penis was a bit thinner than Khaled's, it wasn't that difficult to get him inside me. However, I still gasped when his head entered me for the first time.

"Oooo, he's tight!" Farhan exclaimed as I eased myself down his rod.

Once I had bottomed out, I sat and relaxed for a moment, allowing my feet to slide back so I was on my knees. After a short break to acclimate to his penis, I leaned forward and put my hands on his chest, then started to ease myself off his rod. Reaching the point where he cock was about to slip out, I used my hands and pushed myself back down on his throbbing member. I had repeated this a few times when Khaled spoke up.

"So Farhan, what do you think?"

"Oh man, this is fucking insane!" He exclaimed as he shook his head. "How long have you been doing this?"

"Since New Year's Day. Feels good, yes?" Khaled said with a smile.

"You got that right!" he exclaimed as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You were right about having him suck me before. There is no way I would have lasted more than a minute."

I had only been going for a few minutes when Farhan reached out his hands and placed them on my waist, using them to help push me deeper. As I pushed down, he would thrust his pelvis up while using his hands to push me down tight. He started to work up a rhythm, and for the next ten minutes, we carried on this way. I was starting to get tired, but Farhan wasn't ready for me to quit just yet. As my efforts lessened, he simply used more force to push me up and down on his cock. After another five minutes, he could take no more though, and with loud grunts he smashed his pelvis into my bum again and again, while coating my insides with his cum. Finally spent, he collapsed back and his hands flopped onto the floor.

"Khaled, can you get me a towel or some tissues?" I asked in an emotionless manner.

Khaled nodded and got up to go to the bathroom.

Farhan called after Khaled, "There are some towels under the sink..."

The next few moments were somewhat awkward, as I spent it sitting on the cock of a boy I hardly knew except for a couple brief meetings. We were both silent as we waited for Khaled, and I could feel Farhan's penis start to soften inside me. While with Khaled I would feel better about our intimacy, I didn't feel anything when I did it with Farhan. If anything, I was just glad it was over.

I heard movement behind me just as Khaled said, "Jamie, here." I turned to look as Khaled tossed a small towel at me. He also had a damp washcloth for Farhan, and he tossed it at him as well. Slowly extricating myself, Farhan's almost flaccid penis popped out as soon as I lifted up. Immediately I used the towel to cover my bum. Then I went and sat down on the floor in front of the couch, with the towel underneath me. Positioning my legs in front of me, I pulled them up to my chest so I could cover my nakedness to an extent.

Khaled had moved back to his spot on the couch, while Farhan was busy wiping himself off. Once done Farhan got up and went to the washroom.

While Farhan was gone, Khaled spoke with me. "So Jamie, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"It was OK." I replied in a noncommittal manner.

Since it was about 11am, Khaled decided that we needed to get going. Once Farhan came back, Khaled stood up. "Jamie and I need to go." As he said that, I stood up and quickly got dressed.

"OK Khaled, thanks again for coming over."

"Don't thank me, thank Jamie." Khaled admonished Farhan as he tilted his head towards me.

"Thanks Jamie, that was great." he said before adding, "You can come over anytime."

I bet he would want me to come over anytime. Not many teens his age would pass up a free opportunity to have sex, regardless of whom it was with.

The walk home was uneventful, and soon we were back in his basement. While I wasn't sure what time my mother finished work, I assumed a half-day meant finishing at noon. Then she had to drive home. So Khaled and I had about an hour before she was expected back.

I had taken at seat at his kitchen table, while Khaled went to use the washroom. When he came out, he turned to me and asked, "So what did you want to do before your mother gets home?"

It was interesting how he worded the question, since he intentionally made it vague. There was no mention of a 'sexual' element. I could have asked to play a game of monopoly, or to watch TV. He wouldn't have said 'no' had I done so. However, we both knew what he meant by his question. He was asking me to choose a means to please him sexually. It was likely his way of making it seem like I was the one who wanted this kind of intimate contact. While that would be true, to a limited extent, for me it was more about the intimacy and being with someone who I felt cared deeply about me. With that in mind I chose what I felt would be the most satisfying to me.

"Do you remember that time when you were sitting in the chair, and I sat down on top of you with your thing in me, let's do that."

Khaled raised his eyebrows briefly, as it seemed that he was not expected that kind of response. Regardless, he wasn't about to turn me down. "OK, let's get undressed."

We both began to get undressed, and while undressing Khaled took the tube of gel and sat it on the arm of the chair before tossing his clothes on the bed. I just dropped my clothes at my feet in the kitchen area, and then walked over to the living area where the chair was positioned. Khaled moved over to the chair, and handed me the tube of gel. I took a bit on my finger and then handed it back to him, and then used the gel to lubricate my anal opening. Khaled dropped the gel down on the floor beside the chair, since he knew he wouldn't need it. As was normal for us, my saliva would be used to lubricate his penis. As he sat down into the chair, I quickly dropped to my knees and moved my head to take his cock into my mouth without using my hands. Without trying to appear that I was rushing, I used my mouth and tongue to excite his penis and get it hard.

My efforts were quickly rewarded, and once he was hard I pulled my mouth off his penis. Standing up I reached out my hands to Khaled, and he helped me step up onto the chair astride his hips. Once in position I carefully started to bend, as Khaled used his right hand to point his penis upwards. No words were spoken as I sunk my body down, and when I was low enough, I felt his penis pressing against my opening.

Until this point, I had been looking down between my legs. However, for some reason I felt compelled to turn my head up and look at Khaled. We locked eyes as I began to push down, and when the head of his penis popped inside of me, I let out an inaudible gasp as my eyes briefly widened. At that point, I relaxed my body and slowly allowed it to sink fully down on top of him. I normally took things a lot slower, and so the sensation was much more intense for me as I took a long gasp of air.

Khaled nodded at me, seemingly recognizing my efforts. Still in silence, he reached his hands down and helped to slide my feet off the sides of the chair so they hung loose. This made the weight of my body assure his full length would be inside me. Then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a gentle hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his chest, and we just sat there for a couple minutes just enjoying the moment. I started to contact and release my rectal muscles as I felt Khaled slowly begin to move his pelvis. Like last time, there wasn't much motion; this was more about contact and intimacy than it was about sex.

While I am extremely reticent to use this term, for many reasons, I would say that this really felt like we were making 'love'. I don't like the term, since I don't want to sound like this was some 'gay coming-of-age experience' for me, when it was not. I dated girls in my teens and after I grew out of my teens I married and had kids, and I haven't had any desire for male contact at all. With Khaled and I, the bond for me was one borne out of my need for... love. I'm a bit ashamed to admit that my parents really didn't deliver in this regard. They weren't bad parents at all; they took good care of me. However, it was almost as if I was an afterthought to them at many times. I often wonder how things would have been different if I hadn't met Khaled.

Getting back to the present, I just closed my eyes and completely relaxed my body. Giving myself over to him, we just sat in the chair and rocked. It was very slow and methodical; there was no pressure at all. It was just him and me, joined together, enjoying the pleasure that our bodies were providing one another. I could feel my bare feet as they swung limply below the seat of the chair, and I wondered why we just couldn't be like this more of the time. Why did I have to go and suck his friends?

Time seemed to fly by, and finally Khaled broke the silence. "Jamie...? We should hurry before your mother gets home."

Without moving I mumbled, "OK."

I felt Khaled's hands grasp my waist tightly, and then he started to lift and drop me onto his pelvis as he aggressively thrusted into me. His breathing became ragged as I was being bounced down onto his cock again and again. It only took a few minutes for him to reach his peak, and with a loud grunt, he proceeded to coat my insides with his white cream. For my part, I just stayed in the same position, allowing him to use me to achieve his orgasm. As his thrusts weakened, our rocking eased, and then we were still. I could feel his penis as it occasionally twitched, but mostly all I felt was his breathing begin to slow as he came down from his high.

"We need to take a break, I need to use the washroom." he remarked.

When he mentioned that, suddenly my bladder was suggesting that wasn't a bad idea. However, I was still so comfortable that I really didn't want to get up. "Can't you pee inside me?" I asked, not at all thinking about what I was asking. While I drank his piss often enough, the bowels don't work 'backwards', something my immature mind wasn't considering in my relaxed state.

"No, that will make a mess." he said as he started to stand up.

I still didn't want to uncouple from him, so I quickly hung onto his neck, wrapped my legs around him, and locked my ankles.

Undeterred, Khaled walked to the washroom with me attacked and stopped in front of the toilet. "If you don't come down now, I will pee inside you. I don't think you want that."

At this point, I don't think I knew what I wanted, but a part of me was curious, so I just hung on and waited.

"OK then." he said as he sat down on the closed toilet seat.

Taking a few moments to relax, I was starting to have second thoughts about this. What was I thinking anyway? Whatever my thoughts it was too late, I felt his penis twitch, and all of a sudden my insides were flooded with urine. I inhaled sharply at this new sensation, which was unlike anything I had felt before. Within seconds, the pressure was beginning to build. "It's too much Khaled, let me up."

"No, you must wait until I am done." he replied as his hands slid to my hips to keep me in place.

He was right, I was having buyer's remorse, and so I just braced myself against the cramps I was starting to have. For his part, Khaled didn't seem to have any problem with this at all. Mind you, that's not really much of a surprise I would think. As his flow came to an end as I felt his muscles twitch to deliver every last drop of urine into me.

Standing up again, with me still attached, he turned around and lifted up the toilet seat cover. "When I lift you off, squeeze tightly so you don't make a mess. Then you can sit down. OK?"

I just nodded, and as he slowly extracted his softening organ, I quickly tensed up to prevent leakage. As soon as my feet hit the floor, I sat down quickly and then within seconds I released a deluge of pee and poo from my bum. "Oooooo..." I moaned in discomfort as I watched Khaled head to the sink to clean his penis. Once done he left me to finish emptying my bowels. After I had finished I made a mental note never to do that again. It took some time to clean myself up, and when I did, I saw Khaled sitting in the kitchen with a smile on his face.

"I did warn you." he announced, clearly making sure to remind me this was my idea.

"Yeah I know. I don't want to do it again." Our timing was pretty good, since my mom arrived home only five minutes later. I barely had time to get my socks on before I heard my name being called from upstairs. "What should I tell my mom we are doing tomorrow?"

"The museum is having a special for March break, you can tell her we will be going there and it will cost five dollars."

"OK, see you tomorrow..." I announced as I ran to the door and headed upstairs.

"Bye Jamie."

As expected, we went to the museum in the morning. However, Khaled did have me orally pleasure him for a couple hours before we left. The museum trip was fun, and they had a lot of interesting exhibits with dinosaurs. There was also the planetarium show that was really cool as well. We could have stayed for the full afternoon too, but I was starting to get a bit bored anyway. Once we got home my mother was already back from work, so I went straight upstairs.

That night at dinner my mom insisted that I get some exercise on Friday, and so she said I should have Khaled take me tobogganing. There was a great hill for it at the park nearby, and although we had a sled, I hardly every used it since I had no one to go with.

The next morning I informed Khaled, and he was agreeable. Of course, he did want some attention first, and so he had me lie on his bed so he could sit on my face while I tongued his bum hole. Afterwards he had me suck him, since if we had sex I would likely be leaking when we were out.

I really enjoyed the tobogganing, and it reminded me why I was doing what I did for Khaled. He really treated me like a little brother, and it was something that I treasured more than anything else in our relationship. In many ways, it was a symbiotic relationship of sorts. For my part, I provided him with much needed sexual release, and for his part, he provided me with an emotional relationship a strongly desired.

We were both getting what we wanted, albeit in different ways.


CHAPTER 17

March break was now over, and I was back at school. While the break was a welcome change, I was a bit disappointed that I had to spend time with Khaled's friend instead of just with Khaled alone. I was really hoping we would have had more time for just the two of us. Nevertheless, I did enjoy the time we did spend together. It was back to the old routine though, meaning no sexual contact between myself and Khaled since my mom was home.

During school on Wednesday, I was outside for recess, and I was approached by Abbas. This was out of character for him, since he normally stayed with the kids his age on the playground. Aside from the one time he saw me at school to ask me to point out the boy that was harassing me; he never really spoke to me.

"Hey Jamie, how's it going?" Abbas said with a friendly smile.

"OK." I responded hesitantly.

"So has that kid been giving you any trouble since I talked to him?"

"No." I said as I shook my head.

"Good." He nodded his head, and then there was an awkward pause before he started to talk again. "So Jamie, I was thinking, did you want to come over to my house after school and watch TV or something?"

"Will Farhan be there?" I asked immediately, wondering if he had put Abbas up to this.

"No, Farhan has soccer practice. He won't be home until dinner. So, did you want to come over?"

While I wasn't naive, I was an eleven-year-old kid. So while I did wonder if his intentions were genuine, I also was suckered in by his smile and the thought that he might actually want to be friends. Seeing as how I didn't have any real friends my age to speak of, at least none that I saw outside school, I thought maybe Abbas and I would hit it off. Deep in the back of my mind, did I know where this might be headed? Yeah. However, my desire for a friend made me push such thoughts out of my mind.

"Isn't it too cold for soccer?" I asked, distracted by how Farhan could be playing soccer in March.

"They practice inside the gym. So, do you want to come over or not?"

"Yeah OK, but I have to call my mom as soon as I get to your house to let her know where I am."

"That's cool. I'll wait for you by the flagpole after school."

"OK."

"OK, see ya." He replied as he went back to his part of the school grounds where the older kids hung out.

After school I went out the main door, instead of the side door that I usually used, and found Abbas there waiting for me by the flagpole. "Hi," he remarked blandly as he nodded his head, "let's go."

"OK."

Along the way, we made small talk, which was a bit awkward since we both really didn't know very much about one another. After a couple minutes, we started talking more about me. How I had only been at this school for a year and a half, and how I moved around a lot. He explained how his family moved here when he was just a baby, and how Farhan started school in kindergarten. That would explain why Farhan seemed to speak better English than Khaled, he had been in the country long enough so he was able to learn English as a young child.

Surprisingly, Abbas and I seemed to get along well once we both overcame the initial awkwardness of getting to know one another. He seemed genuinely friendly, which helped to put me at ease. Once we arrived at his house, we went in and took our shoes off inside the door. He then introduced me to his mother. I asked to use the phone, and after calling home, I told my mother I would be staying for an hour, and then coming straight home. She had no objections, and if anything, she seemed a bit pleased that I had seemingly made a new friend.

"We're going downstairs to watch TV." Abbas announced to his mother as he walked to the stairwell.

"Do you have homework?" she replied.

"No."

"OK." she said in an accepting tone, as we entered the stairwell.

Abbas motioned me to go ahead of him, and he closed the upstairs door behind him. Once in the TV room he again closed the basement door behind him. As I walked to the couch to sit down, he went over to the TV and switched it on to a station that had a music video program on. In a way this served to highlight that although we were almost two years apart, we were still not of the 'same age'. At eleven-years-old, I didn't really have much interest in music videos, but I didn't say anything since I wanted to fit in.

We watched a couple videos, and he would say things like, "Oh, this one is so cool!" and such. Once 4pm rolled around, the show was over. Although he left the TV on, his interest now seemed to be with me.

"Hey Jamie, do you remember when you were here before?"

Of course I remembered; how could I forget it? I could see where this might be going, but I tried to play innocent. "Yeah." I responded in a nondescript manner, while pretending to watch TV even though I didn't care for the show that was on.

"Well, that was pretty cool what you did."

"Umm, thanks." I replied, still not looking at him, not really sure what else to say.

He remained silent, the two of us watching some game show that really wasn't too interesting to us. We both seemed to know what was on his mind, and I think he was hoping I would take the initiative. However, to be perfectly honest, I really had no interest in doing so. After a few minutes, once it was clear I wouldn't be making a move, he decided to make one.

"So Jamie..."

"Yeah?"

"Did you want to... you know... do that thing that you did before?"

"What thing?" I asked, still trying to play dumb.

"When you... ummm... put it in your mouth. It felt really cool, so I was wondering if you wanted to do that again."

He finally said it. I let out a small sigh, but not loud enough for him to hear over the sound of the TV. My hopes that he wanted more than just someone to suck him seemed to be diminishing fast.

Still looking at the TV, and not him, I replied, "Well last time you kept pushing me away. I didn't think you liked it." This of course was a lie, since I knew that at the end he loved it.

"No, I liked it. I just thought I was going to pee, that's all. I never did that before."

Still trying to find a way out, I asked, "What if you mom comes downstairs?"

"She never comes down here except to do laundry, plus I would hear her."

I had still not committed to it, and I could still have said 'no' and just went home. It's not like the guy that bullied me before would cause me trouble if Abbas didn't want to protect me anymore. How would he know that Abbas and I were not on good terms? However, I had a choice to make...

"You're not going to pee in my mouth this time, right?" I remarked as I turned to face him for the first time since he made his request. It would seem I made my choice.

"No, I promise!" he implored me. "That was Khaled, he told me to do it. It felt great, but if you don't like it I won't do it."

"You won't push me away either? I won't do it again if you push me away."

"No, I promise." he repeated, his eyes pleading to me in the way only eyes can.

"What happens if your mom comes down?" I asked again, still not fully satisfied there was no risk.

"I'll just grab my pants and run to the bathroom," he gestured to the door opposite to the door leading upstairs, "she'll never see me, I promise."

He seemed to be willing to promise anything to get my lips wrapped around his penis. With no way to delay it further, I relented. "OK, just don't push me away this time." I said as I slid to the floor in front of the couch.

"I won't, I promise." he said as he pushed off his pants and underwear in one swift motion. It was clear he didn't want me to change my mind.

I saw that his penis was already rock hard in anticipation. Crawling over the few feet to the space between his legs, as I approached he put his left leg up on the couch so it would allow me free passage to the area in front of him. Reaching out my right hand I gingerly took hold of his penis, and then slowly I leaned forward and took the head into my mouth. Abbas took a sharp intake of breath, and I felt him tense up. However, he didn't push me away. With my head in place, he allowed his left leg to slip off the couch and slide over my shoulder. Then moving his right leg, he joined the two behind my back and loosely locked his ankles, although he wasn't tightly gripping my head at this point.

"Oh man this is so cool." he moaned in pleasure, totally immersed in the moment.

Continuing my oral ministrations, I felt his hands as they came to rest on top of my head. His pelvis was starting to thrust up and down now, the only sounds to be heard was our breathing. For me it was heavy breathing through my nose, while for him it was heavy breathing through his mouth. I didn't get too creative since I knew that he would cum no matter what I did. While I didn't take my time, I didn't really rush either. After about five minutes, he was moaning, and his hands gripped my head firmly as his thighs clamped down on my ears. His pelvic thrusts became more insistent, and shortly thereafter, he started to grunt and release his cum into my mouth. "Ah! Ah!" he gasped repeatedly as his cock continued to twitch, although it had long since finished giving me its load. Like last time there wasn't very much, a teaspoon at most. Looking back on it, he was probably in early puberty, so his testicles weren't fully developed.

Now past the peak, he relaxed his grip on my head as he let out a loud sigh. I kept my mouth motionless on his cock for another thirty seconds before pulling off.

"That was so cool," Abbas gushed as he looked down at me, "you're amazing!"

I have to admit, while I wasn't overjoyed at having been asked over to his house just to suck him off, I was soaking up the praise he was heaping on me. Sitting back on my heels, I realized that he was pretty easy to please. It took less than ten minutes and very little effort. It seemed this was some consolation, not to mention the fact that he didn't know about the other things Khaled and Farhan did with me.

"I gotta pee, you sure you don't wanna drink it?" he asked with a twinkle of hope in his eyes.

"No thanks." I replied as I got up off the floor and flopped back down onto the couch.

"OK, be right back." he said as he excused himself to go to the washroom.

I sat and watched the boring talk show until Abbas came back and changed it to something more entertaining. The next few minutes were a bit awkward since neither of us knew what to say after having done what we did. Only twenty minutes had passed, and I told my mom I was going to be home in an hour.

"Did you want a pop?" Abbas asked as he got up from the couch, finally breaking the silence.

"OK."

"He disappeared upstairs, and then was back shortly with a couple of colas." Handing me one he sat back down at the other end of the couch and we watched the rest of the show. Once the show ended, I thought that I could probably excuse myself and go home, without it seeming that I was leaving early.

"I should probably get going." I remarked as I stood up from the couch.

"Yeah OK, thanks again Jamie, that was great."

I silently nodded in response.

"So... when did you want to come over again?" Abbas asked, clearly thinking ahead to getting his cock sucked again.

"I dunno." I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to commit to anything.

"Or we could watch TV over at your place." It would seem that 'watch TV' was now a euphemism for 'suck his cock'.

"Yeah, but our TV is upstairs, since Khaled is in the basement. So my mom would be there."

"Oh... yeah, I forgot." he said dejectedly.

"When does Farhan have soccer practice?" I asked, thinking that I should make sure that if I did come back that Farhan would not be there so I wouldn't have to suck him as well.

"Every Wednesday."

"So how about next Wednesday?" I responded, hoping he would be satisfied with that for the time being.

"OK I guess." he responded with a hint of disappointment, as he got up to walk me out.

As I put on my shoes, we were silent; when I was ready to go I remarked, "OK, see ya." as I opened the door.

"See ya."

As I walked home, I was thinking about how it was too bad Khaled wasn't with me, so I could have done stuff with him too. I pondered telling him and then maybe he could go with me next time. Then I thought that it might seem strange if Khaled was there when Farhan wasn't there. In the end, I decided not to tell Khaled about my meetings with Abbas.


CHAPTER 18

I didn't have a chance to see Khaled until Monday, when I orchestrated an excuse that I thought would allow me to see him. Even though it had only been just over a week since I had seen him last, I wanted to see him again. However, I played it safe and made sure that my reason was legitimate.

"Mom, I'm going to ask Khaled for some help with my homework, is that OK?"

"What is it honey? I'm sure I could help." In my haste, I had neglected to consider that she might offer to help.

"It's math, I'm having some problem with fractions. Khaled helped me last time." Which was true, and it was true that I did have math homework on fractions, although I only was having a little trouble with it. Nothing that some time working on it wouldn't have fixed.

"OK, you can ask Khaled for help, but don't be too much of a bother. I'm sure he has his own homework to do." She paused and then added, "Seeing as you'll be with Khaled, I'm going to run to the store and pick up a few things. I won't be long."

"Thanks mom." I remarked as I grabbed my knapsack from the top of the stairs and took it with me into the basement. Knocking on the door, I waited for a response.

"Enter..." Khaled announced from within.

Opening the door, I walked into the apartment and then locked the door behind me. "Hi Khaled. My mom said it was OK if I asked you to help me with some math homework."

"Come to the table and let me see." He said as he was seated at the table already, working on some of his own.

"It's not much, just a couple questions on fractions that I don't understand. I probably could have figured them out, but I wanted to see you."

"Be careful you don't get caught in a lie Jamie."

"I know. I really did have math homework though. So it's not a lie." I heard my mother's car door close in the driveway, and Khaled heard it too, so I spoke up, "She's gone to the store."

"Come, sit on my lap, and we can work on your math." As I moved to get onto his lap, he stopped me. "Perhaps you would be more comfortable if you took off your pants first."

I understood now why he stopped me. As could be expected, he didn't want to waste any chance we had. Even though it was risky, I figured my mom would be gone long enough. Stripping off my pants and underwear, I watched as Khaled did the same. Quickly walking over to his bed, he removed the tube of gel from under his mattress and briskly applied it to his penis. Moving back to the kitchen chair he sat down and turned towards me. Not having done it in this way before, I was a bit confused as to how to get him in me.

"Turn around." Khaled instructed, and I felt his hands grip me under my armpits as he lifted me over his groin. Once I was over his organ, he wrapped one arm around my chest to hold me, and then used the other to hold his cock in position to spear into my rectum. Slowly he relaxed his grip and I started to slide down his chest. I felt his penis as it touched my hole, and I relaxed. As the head pressed its way inside of me, I let out a small gasp, almost at the exact same moment that Khaled let out a sigh. It was funny in a way that we both reacted at almost the exact same moment.

With the head now past my ring, Khaled relaxed his grip and allowed me to sink down the full length of his cock. I exhaled as he slid into me, and took a few moments to adjust to the feeling of him fully inside me. My legs were hanging astride of his, and I swung them a bit for no particular reason. Gripping me firmly around the chest again, Khaled turned us so we were facing the table. Was he really going to have me do homework with his penis inside me?

"OK Jamie, show me the questions you had trouble with." While I pulled the book open, I could feel him rotate his pelvis upwards. He had his hands on my waist, so he was slowly but surely able to work his cock in and out of me. This was somewhat distracting, so I hoped I would be able to concentrate on the work.

"This one," I said as I pointed to a problem with fraction division, "and this one."

"OK, you remember how to divide fractions, yes?"

"Yeah, you multiply the top number on one side, against the bottom number on the other side. But these problems only have one number." The problem I had was dividing a whole number with a fraction.

"Ahh, OK. So what does a whole number mean in fractions though?" Khaled responded while still slowly and steadily working his cock in and out of me.

"I don't understand."

"If you had to write the number 5 as a fraction, what would it be?"

"Umm, 5 over 1?"

"That's right. So take that fraction now, and put it in place of the number 5 in the problem. Can you divide the fraction now?"

"So 5 over 1, divided by 2 over 3, would be 5 times 3 and 1 times 2. So 15 over 2?"

"Yes, but you need to take out the whole number now. How many times does 2 go into 15?"

"Umm, 7?"

"That's right. So what does that leave you with?"

"Umm, 7 times 2 is 14, subtracted from 15 is 1, so it would be 7 and 1 over 2. Right?"

"That's right Jamie, very good. Can you do the other question without help now?"

"Yeah I get it now. Thanks Khaled."

"You're quite welcome. Why don't we go to the bed where we can be more comfortable?" He said as he gently lifted me up off his penis and set me down on the floor beside him.

I was a bit worried about how much time we had, but I had only been downstairs for five minutes. I'm sure my mom wouldn't be back so soon. Standing beside the bed, I looked at Khaled for direction on how he wanted to do this.

"Lay down on your stomach Jamie."

Doing as he asked, I laid down on the bed with my head on the pillow. However, this was too high up for him, so before he did anything further he pulled my body down into the center of the bed. With me in position, I felt him get up onto the bed and kneel astride me. His body cast a dark shadow as he moved himself over me on his hands and knees. Soon I felt his penis pushing at my bum, and Khaled wasted no time in pushing in all the way. I felt him as he shifted around above me, and his hands moved beside my ears. It was then I felt him pulling out and pushing back in again, setting up a steady rhythm. No words were spoken as he skewered me with his cock. All I heard was his ragged breath and all I felt was the motion of my body being rocked forward every time he pushed in.

I crossed my arms and rested my head on top of them, relaxing with the rocking motion. For some reason I found myself pondering this act, perhaps since I was really only doing it for his pleasure. In this position, there was little physical contact between us, so it wasn't as nice as when we could cuddle together in the chair. Out of nowhere, a question popped into my head.

"Khaled?"

"Yes?" Khaled responded between breaths.

"Why do you like doing this?"

"Because it... feels good."

"Why does it feel good though?" I asked, not understanding how he gained pleasure from this.

He stopped his thrusts before responding further. "Do you like ice cream?"

"Yeah."

"Why do you like ice cream?"

"I don't know, I just do. It just tastes good."

"With me it is the same. I like doing this with you since it feels good. I can't explain that any more than you can explain why you like ice cream. Being inside you like this, or in your mouth, just feels very good to me. It's like when you wear a pair of shoes that you have owned for a while. They fit so perfectly you can't imagine wearing any other."

"Yeah, but why is me drinking your pee better than you going in the toilet?" I added, seeing a chance to try and make sense of his other habit.

"It's hard to explain. I like knowing I have put something of me inside of you, and you will carry it with you. You do care about me, don't you Jamie?"

"Of course I do."

"Well then you should be happy to do it for me then, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Good. I need to hurry before your mother returns."

He resumed his efforts in earnest, his penis once again sliding effortlessly in and out of my rectum. While I didn't fully understand, I sorta understood the concept of what he was trying to get across. As my body rocked to the rhythm of his thrusts, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine this being something that is supposed to be pleasurable.

Khaled continued to pound away at my bottom, and I tried to relax as much as possible. After a short period of time, his thrusts increased in pace, and I could tell he was close.

All of a sudden he blurted out, "Turn over... Quickly!" as he pulled out of my bottom.

I complied, only to see him quickly walk on his knees up the bed until he was straddling my head. "Open your mouth!" He said with urgency.

"But it was just in my..." I started to reply, but as I spoke he reached down and grabbed my head, pulling it on to his cock. He briskly worked my head up and down his shaft, and I could taste a bit of the gel. The taste wasn't offensive, but it wasn't pleasant either. Thankfully, I didn't see any brown marks on his shaft in the brief moment when he was pushing it into my mouth. I don't think I could have stomached knowing that I was eating my own poop. As I was pondering this I felt him twitch, and pulling me all the way down to the base of his organ, he began to unload his cum into my mouth. After the first few spurts, he relaxed my head, and just gently moved it up and down his shaft as the rest of his load drained into my oral cavity.

Letting out a long sigh, Khaled had now stopped moving my head up and down, and in a swift motion pulled my head back down to the base as he flipped us over. With him sitting on the bed, my head still buried between his legs, he released his grip on my head and leaned back. His penis continued to drool semen into my mouth, as he briefly reached down to tousle my hair.

"That was excellent Jamie. I'm sorry I had to go in your mouth like that, but I couldn't take the chance your bum would leak after you went back upstairs."

I lifted my mouth off his now shrunken cock. "I didn't really like the taste of the gel."

"Well you had best get washed and dressed before your mother comes home."

"Yeah ok." I responded as I went to the washroom. Using a washcloth, I wiped my face and checked my naked lower body for any other signs of the copulation. Giving my bum a wipe as well, I left the washcloth in the sink and returned to the main room to get dressed. Once done, I went to the table, and packed up my books. "I guess I'll see you later." I said in a dejected manner as I moved towards the door. I had been hoping that I would have had a more intimate non-sexual experience with him, and as if reading my mind he called out to me.

"Come." He announced as he held his arms wide. I went over and he gave me a nice hug. "Thank you Jamie, you're a good friend."

I closed my eyes briefly as I soaked up the hug, and then when he let go I made my way to the door. "OK, see you later."

"Bye Jamie."


CHAPTER 19

Wednesday came, and I had hoped that Abbas had forgotten about last week. During recess, I found that this wasn't the case.

"Hey Jamie..." Abbas said as he greeted me.

"Hi." I replied in a somewhat stoic manner.

"So did you want to come over and watch TV after school? Farhan will be at soccer practice."

What was I to say? I had already set the precedent last week, and I had nothing I could use as an excuse to get out of it. "OK, I guess."

"Cool. See you at the flagpole after school?"

"Yeah."

"OK, see ya." he replied as he walked away.

As happened the week before, we met, and walked back to his house. I called home to let my mom know I was there, and we went into the basement. Once there we sat and watched TV, with both of us wondering who would make the next move.

While I didn't think about this at the time, later on when I looked back at these events, I find it funny how things transpired. We both knew why I was at his house, and it wasn't to 'watch TV'. That was simply code for 'suck his cock'. However, without the older boys there, neither of us was willing to come right out and say what we both knew would happen. I would wait, and then after a few minutes Abbas would say something like "Hey Jamie, do you want to do 'that thing'?" He wouldn't actually say it directly; he would always be vague, although we both knew exactly what he meant.

I'd agree in a neutral manner, and that would prompt Abbas to whip off his pants and pull out his penis. Then I'd kneel between his legs and without looking up at him, take his cock and stuff it into my mouth. On this day, it was no different.

Although he may have been reluctant to come right out and say what he wanted, he seemed very much at home with a younger boy between his legs sucking on his cock. Last week he was focused on what I was doing, but this time he seemed more relaxed. As I bobbed my head up and down, I could hear the loud 'click' of the TV remote control as he flipped around the stations. Although this was a new TV, you need to remember back then that remotes were loud and clunky. It sounded like a loud switch being clicked, not like the remotes of the modern era that are silent. This remote only had four buttons, channel up, channel down, mute and power.

All of a sudden the phone rang, and I froze in place with his penis in my mouth. He didn't move to pick it up, as his mother picked it up in the kitchen. Not long after the phone stopped ringing, his mother yelled down to him. While it wasn't in English, it was obvious in any language that she was saying "Abbas, telephone." Abbas yelled something back to acknowledge her as he put down the remote on the couch cushion beside him.

Lifting his left leg, Abbas placed his left foot on my shoulder to keep me in place as he leaned to his right to pick up the phone. "Hello?" he asked the person on the other end.

I figured that perhaps I should stop while he was on the phone, so I began to lift my head up. As I did this, Abbas felt what was happening and placed his hand on my head, gently - but firmly - pushing me back down. Then, pulling his right calf behind my head, he deftly swung his left leg over it so his right ankle was behind his left knee. As his left leg slid down into place, I found myself snuggly held in place between his thighs, with his calf pressing against the back of my head.

However, it wasn't that he was forcing me to continue, it was more that he was lazy and since he had one hand holding the phone, he wanted to flip channels with the remote and that was easier with a hand free. With Abbas' leg holding my head on his cock, he used his left hand to pick up the television remote he dropped on the couch when he answered the phone. As I nursed on this penis, I listened to one side of the conversation as he spoke, and pondered his remarks as he flexed his pelvis.

"How's it going?"

"Yeah I'm just watching TV with someone from school." Somehow, I doubt this would be what his friend had in mind when he heard the phrase 'watching TV'.

"Just a friend from school, you don't know him." Well at least he called me a friend; that was a positive.

"He did what?" His tone was that of surprise, and tensed up somewhat at the revelation on the phone, whatever it was. His pelvis stopped moving and my head was kept motionless for the moment. It also seemed he wanted to keep the conversation private. His next response was in his native tongue, as was the rest of his conversation. After a few more back and forth exchanges, his tone returned to normal and he relaxed. Again I heard the 'click' of the remote as he flipped channels, and since he now had the handset receiver between his head and his shoulder, his right hand was free to weave his fingers through my hair to keep my head moving up and down. I guess I had stopped moving and he noticed that.

I must admit that I was somewhat amazed at how he could carry on a seemingly 'normal' conversation while I was doing this. His tone made it sound like nothing was out of the ordinary at all. However, it did seem that since his focus was on different things that he wasn't going to have a fast orgasm. This wasn't too much of a concern for me, since Khaled liked taking his time too. It was just remarkable how this boy had so quickly adapted to treating this as 'normal' behavior after only a couple previous occasions.

As time passed, his legs would change position. After a few minutes with his leg behind my head, he moved them so they were just draped over my shoulders, and sometimes his feet were hooked over my shoulders and under my chest. At other times, he would loosely cross his legs at the ankles on my lower back, or perhaps spread his legs wide with his feet against either side of my neck. All this time he continued to talk on the phone and watch TV, sometimes holding the phone between his shoulder and head so he could use his hand to move my head up and down, at other times he held the phone with his hand and relaxed as I bobbed my head on his organ.

I wasn't sure how long it had been, perhaps ten to fifteen minutes, but I was getting a bit perturbed at him talking on the phone while I did this. It was kinda like he was taking me for granted; so I figured I would use my talents to put the pressure on. As I ramped up my efforts to pleasure him, I could hear him start to labor his breath slightly, although he was trying to hide it from the person on the telephone. Nevertheless, in a couple minutes I had him near his peak.

"Hang on a sec, I gotta use the bathroom..." he said on the phone as he stuffed the mouthpiece of the receiver in between the couch cushions to keep his friend from hearing his gasps. Dropping the remote to the couch as well, he was now using both hands to move my head up and down faster and faster. In less than a minute, he gasped and grunted, and his thighs scissored my neck like a vice. I felt his cream ooze into my mouth as his penis twitched, while he continued to hump my head saying "Ah, ah, ah..." Soon he let out a long sigh and exhaled, and his thighs relaxed slightly although they still held me in place. His fingers were snaking though my hair as he gently continued to move my head up and down, while the rest of his small load of semen leaked into my mouth.

Quickly realizing that he still had his friend on the phone, he pulled the phone out from between the sofa cushions and put it back to his head.

"OK I'm back..." he announced into the mouthpiece, albeit somewhat out of breath. I again heard the faint sound of a voice as his friend spoke back to him. For my part, I was kind of wondering what to do. With his penis quickly softening in my mouth, and Abbas still on the phone, I decided that since he had finished cumming I would just get up. As I pulled my head off his cock and moved to get up, he released his grip on my head and nodded at me in approval. Now standing I decided to go to the washroom, and so I pointed to the washroom door and he nodded again in acknowledgement as I made my way to the open door.

After using the toilet and washing up, I went back out into the den. Abbas was still on the phone, although he had put back on his underwear while I was in the washroom.

I looked at him, and when I did, he motioned with his head to direct my attention towards his feet, which he then pointed at with his finger. It was odd since I had never done anything with his feet before. His feet were propped up on the table in front of the sofa, crossed at the ankles. Looking at his right foot, I saw he was wiggling it somewhat. Figuring that maybe Khaled had told him about how I sucked his toes when we were here last, I let out a quiet sigh of resignation before kneeling down at his feet. Leaning down I sunk my mouth down over his big toe, as my hands grasped the sides of his foot.

All of a sudden, he pulled his foot away and urgently said to his friend on the phone, "Hang on a sec..." as he placed his hand over the mouthpiece.

Directing his attention to the bewildered boy at his feet, he said with surprise, "What are you doing dude?!"

"I thought this was what you wanted. You were pointing at your feet."

"No, I was pointing at the TV, there's a cool video on."

Turning red, I winced with embarrassment, as I hadn't considered he might have been pointing past his feet to the television on the floor in front of him. Sitting on the floor at his feet, I wasn't sure what to do. Had I offended him? Quickly I responded, "I'm sorry." as I cast my eyes to the floor, my face blushing.

There was a bit of an awkward pause before he spoke again. "It's OK dude, it's just I wasn't expecting it. You can do it if you want. I'm almost done on the phone anyway."

Taking his hand off the mouthpiece, he again resumed speaking to his friend.

As I recovered from my embarrassment, Abbas replaced his feet back on the table in front of me, in the same position they had been in before. The choice was mine however; as he said, I could keep doing it 'if I want'. I wasn't looking at Abbas, so I didn't see his face. Instead, I found myself pondering the tanned foot in front of me, and whether I wanted to suck on it. As I lost focus for a moment, I saw his toes gently flex back and forth. In a way, it was almost like they were beckoning me. Figuring that this would be a way to pass the time, I slowly sunk down and again began to suck on his toes. This time I was cautious, since I still a bit embarrassed over it all. I was doing this with reservation, in a slow and calculated manner.

While cradling his foot with my hands, I carefully worked my mouth over it. After working on the toes for a bit, I turned my attention the bottom of his foot. Then it was back to the toes again. At one point Abbas gently pulled his right foot away from me, and then crossing his ankles again presented the left foot to my face.

After five minutes, or what seemed like it, I heard him switch back to English on the phone.

"Yeah OK... Yeah... OK talk to you later... OK bye." He hung up the phone, and I waited to see what would happen next. With me still orally pleasing his feet he spoke, "You can stop now."

Lifting my mouth off his toes, I stood up and moved to sit back down on the couch.

He lifted his feet off the table and put them down on the floor, rubbing them a bit to get some of the excess saliva off them. "Where did you learn that? From Khaled?"

"Yeah." I replied with a nod, although when I think of it now, it was from one of the scouts at camp.

"It was kinda weird at first. Do you like it?"

"It's OK." I responded in a noncommittal manner.

"Well sorry about the phone, that was my cousin on long distance. I hardly ever get a chance to talk to him." he replied as he stood up and began to put on his pants.

"That's OK."

This was the time that I dreaded. The 'after sex' time when we would both get quiet. After doing up his pants, he sat back down on the couch and put his feet back up on the table. Grabbing the remote, he flipped around to a different station, and we watched some more TV. Toward the end of the hour, like the last time, I got up and said I had to go, and he thanked me for coming over.


CHAPTER 20

On Friday morning, I was reminded by my mother that I needed to bring in my permission slip and $10 today, since we were going on a field trip to a conservation area on Monday. She put the envelope with the slip and money in my lunch box, and I was off to school.

Sitting outside before school, I opened up my lunch box to see what she had packed for lunch. As I was doing this, I placed the envelope, which was on top of my food, on the ground beside me. A totally stupid thing to do, but I was a kid, so totally stupid things were pretty common.

After nosing around inside the box, I forgot about the envelope. I stood up and walked away; getting about 25 feet away before I remembered the envelope and turned to go back and get it. Turning around I saw a group of three boys from grade 8, and one of them had just picked up my envelope. I saw him looking inside as smiling, and I ran back over.

"Hey, that's mine! Give it back!"

"Get lost, finder's keepers."

"But I need that for the field trip!"

"Here, knock yourself out." he replied with a chuckle as he removed the 10-dollar bill and gave me back the envelope and the slip inside.

"But I need that money for the field trip, give it back."

"I said get lost..." he replied in a menacing manner, clearly indicating that he wasn't going to give me back the money, and that bugging him might get me beaten up.

I was left with a few choices... I could try and take the money, and get beaten up. Or I could tell on him, the teacher would get the money back, but he would beat me up after school. Lastly, I could tell my mother I 'lost' the money and take whatever punishment she dealt out. None of the choices was very desirable.

Then I saw Abbas. While this wasn't part of my 'bargain', I figured that maybe he would help me since I go over every Wednesday to 'watch TV'.

Running over to Abbas I explained the situation to him.

"So what do you want me to do?" he replied with a shrug, unsure of why I was telling him my problems.

"Can't you tell him to give it back?!"

"And if he doesn't? If I fight him I'll get in trouble."

"Please! Can't you do anything?" I pleaded once more, only to have him shrug his shoulders. Trying to think what I could say to get him to help, I scoured my mind before blurting out in a hushed tone, "I'll drink it."

"Drink what?"

"You know, when I'm at your house to watch TV, I'll drink it." I leaned in closer and lowered my voice. "Your pee, I'll drink it."

I don't know what possessed me to bring this up, but I think it was that he wanted me to do it that second time and I declined. It was the only thing I could think of that I could hold over him. If I was to refuse to 'watch TV' with him, he could just as easily refuse to do anything for me.

"I thought you didn't like to do it?" he replied in skeptical manner.

"I don't, but get the money back and I'll do it, I promise!"

"Every week?" Abbas added as he raised the stakes.

I had thought that it would be a one-time thing, so I paused to think about it. I didn't have a lot of options, so I gave in to the circumstances and agreed. "Every week, I promise!" While I had a sinking feeling in my gut over agreeing to it, this feeling wasn't as bad as the feeling of having lost the 10 dollars and the trouble I would be in when I got home.

"You better keep your promise. I might get in trouble for this. Which one is he?"

"The one in the green coat, over there." I motioned with my head to avoid being obvious. Abbas walked away from me and over to the group of now only two boys.

I stayed away, feeling it best not to put myself in harm's way. Watching from a distance, I saw Abbas approach the boy in question and say something to him. Looking my way briefly, the boy was initially defiant, shaking his head. Abbas moved in closer and gave him a small push as he said something to him further. Guys will know this push. It's the kind of push that says 'do you wanna go?' So the challenge had been made, it was now up to the boy to accept or decline. As my luck would have it, after a brief delay, the boy decided against a fight. Reaching into his pocket, he crumpled the bill and threw it to the ground, before walking away with his friend.

Abbas picked up the crumpled bill, and returning to me placed it into my hand. "Here you go, be more careful next time."

"Thanks Abbas! I really appreciate it."

"Yeah, just remember your promise." he said before adding, "I gotta go, see you Wednesday."

"Yeah OK." I replied in a somewhat muted manner, my joy at having the money returned was now tempered by the deal I made to get it back.

Thinking it wise not to remain 'at large' on the playground, I hung out near the doors where the teacher was until the bell rung.

The rest of the day was uneventful. I handed in my envelope with my 10-dollar bill that I tried to flatten out. I got home OK; it would seem the other boy wasn't interested in getting back at me.

After a dull and boring weekend, I was looking forward to the field trip on Monday. Khaled took me to school that morning, at my mother's request, since we had to go in early and it was still a bit dark. He dropped me off and wished me well, and off we went on our trip.

The day was actually really fun. We paired up, and I got someone that was kind of a friend. You know, someone you know in class that you get along with, but you don't see them outside of school. The conservationists took us on a walking tour, and talked about the environment. Then it was time for lunch. In the afternoon, they showed us how to use a compass and then we had a contest to see which team could find their way around to various points in the park to find the 'tokens'. It was sort of like 'geocaching', except with a compass, since GPS equipment was unknown to us at that time in our lives. This was before portable compact disc players; we still played music on cassette tapes.

Anyway, we were each given a weird symbol that was written on our tracking page, along with a direction. Depending on what symbol we had, when we found the next marker, we would look for the symbol on our page, and then mark down the symbol that was beside the symbol on the marker. Beside the new symbol was a new direction, and the directions for each symbol was different too. There were a dozen different symbols given to kids, and this way people couldn't cheat since you had to match your symbol with the symbol on the marker. Since they were all in different directions, it wasn't just a whole group of people all heading to the same marker.

I was actually pretty good at this, and we were moving along at a brisk pace. My partner would handle the map to navigate, and I would guide us by compass. Soon we were down to our last marker to find, but I was dying to go to the bathroom. Yeah I know, just pick a tree and go, right? Well I had to go #2, so it really wasn't an option. That meant we had to waste time looking for a washroom, since it was the only thing not on the maps. After we found it, we rushed back to find the last marker and then back to the main lodge building. We thought we were first, but we were a minute behind a couple of girls that had beaten us. I felt so guilty since I knew had I been able to hold it we could have won. No matter, we still got an orienteering certificate for our second place finish, so we were happy.

The rest of the afternoon was basically 'free time', since there were still people out exploring. Once the last group came in, there was one more small environment lecture, and then it was on the bus back home. We arrived back at roughly the same time we leave school, about ten minutes before final bell. They let us go early though, and I went home and told my mom all about the day I had and showed her my certificate.

Like most kids, I had a short memory. So while I hadn't forgotten about my close call on Friday (which I didn't tell my mom about), I had forgotten about the 'deal' I made.

When Wednesday came, I treated it like the last two Wednesdays. Abbas approached me during the day to ask about 'watching TV', and then we met at the flagpole before going to his house.

Once in his basement, unlike the last times, he wasted no time on small talk. As soon as we got in, I plopped down at one end of the couch while he pulled off his pants and socks. Once done, he laid down on his side on the couch, with his feet in my lap. While I found it odd, I didn't do or say anything, I just sat there as he laid watching TV in his shirt and underpants. Of course, he had the remote and was flipping around and offering his usual commentary.

"You can lick 'em if you want." he remarked out of the blue.

"What?"

"My feet... You can lick 'em like last time if you want." It was interesting how he added 'if you want', so that it didn't look like he was the one asking me to do it. It seemed like he may have liked what I did last week, even though he was initially caught off guard.

Since I was feeling a bit noncommittal I dismissed his remark, "That's OK, I don't care."

We sat for a few minutes more, with his feet loosely crossed on my lap, before he asked again. "Really, you can lick them for a bit, I don't mind."

It was clear this was less about whether he 'minded' me doing it, and more that he wanted me to do it. Almost if on cue, as I pondered his request, he lifted up one of his feet and let it hover in front of my face. "Go ahead." he said as he kept watching the TV.

Resigned to my fate, I reached out and took his foot in my hand. It was still a bit sweaty and moist from him wearing socks and boots, but surprisingly it didn't smell too bad. I began the task of licking his feet, starting with the sole since that was closest to me. I worked my way over to his toes, and passed my tongue between them before slipping the digits into my mouth in twos and threes.

"Hey, see if you can get them all in your mouth at once."

"I don't think I can."

"Just try, it'll be fun."

Although I knew I wouldn't be able to do it, I nevertheless tried anyway. While I was able to get his four small toes in, or his big toe and the three next to it, I wasn't able to manage to get all five in. My mouth just wouldn't stretch and the corner of my mouth would constantly slip between his toes. Seeing as he could tell I wasn't able to do it, he decided to give me a chance to work on his other foot. Without warning, he pulled his foot away, and then presented his other untouched foot to my face to receive a similar treatment.

"This is pretty cool man." he remarked as he felt my mouth slide over his toes. "We should do this every week."

I sighed to myself, as I began to realize that Abbas probably didn't see me as more than a means to pleasure his body. Not long after I started licking his other foot, it ended. Abbas pulled his foot from my mouth, sat up on the couch, and like last week rubbed his feet on the carpet to remove the excess spittle. However, he quickly stood up and took off his underwear, before sitting down and calling over to me.

"Quick, do me now while this video is on." When I was slow to associate 'do me' with sucking him, he prompted me, "Hurry up..." and started to pull on his penis. I now understood, and sliding to the floor I quickly crawled over to the space between his legs. He had one leg up on the couch to give me unimpeded access, and when I was close enough, he quickly grabbed my head and pulled me onto his penis.

"Awww yeah!" he urged of me while he used both hands to hold my head as he humped his groin up into my face. "Suck it!" he uncharacteristically added as he engrossed himself in the video he was watching on TV.

It was amazing how in a few short weeks he had gone from a kid who pushed me away, to a kid who was pulling me so hard my nose and lips were crushed against his body. "Suck harder!" he demanded, as I worked hard to please him. I could tell he wasn't going to last long, and so it was no surprise in only a few minutes he was ready to blow. His legs, which to this point had been splayed out, quickly contracted in tightly around my head.

"Here it comes...!" he said with a loud groan.

With that announcement, I felt him release into my mouth. In what was somewhat remarkable, it did seem like he was producing slightly more semen, as it took more than one swallow for me. It also felt like there was more 'power' in the spurts, if that makes any sense.

Once he was spent, he was cradling my head to keep me from moving away, so I nursed on this shrinking organ. We stayed like this silently for a minute before he spoke.

"So, are you ready to drink it?"

To this point, I had forgotten about our deal. I slipped his member out of my mouth. "Drink what?"

"At school remember, you promised to drink my pee."

"Oh, that. Yeah..." I paused, as I remembered my deal. Since I was in no position to argue, I submitted to the inevitable. "Just go slow OK? Don't let it all go at once like you did before."

"Yeah OK." he replied as he put pressure on my head to pull it back down over his penis. Once in place he asked, "You ready?"

While I was unable to reply verbally, I nodded my head.

"OK, just a sec..."

After a pause, I felt the initial gush of liquid enter my mouth, and I labored to swallow it all down. After a bit, he stopped the flow, and then without waiting started it again. While I would have preferred more time to swallow and breathe, I really just wanted to get it over with. This happened a few times as he slowly drained his pee into my stomach.

"Oh man this is so cool." he moaned as he continued to fill my mouth with his urine. "I'm just gonna let the rest go, 'K?" he stated, and without waiting for a response from me he relaxed and allowed the remainder of his pee to flow into my mouth unobstructed. Since he was past the halfway point, it wasn't overwhelming though.

"Yeah..." he signed as he neared the end of voiding his bladder. By comparison to Khaled, Abbas' urine tasted a bit worse. I think it was probably because Khaled drank more water, and Abbas probably drank more soda. What was interesting was how I could taste the familiar Arabic spices in Abbas' urine as well. He had finished now, and was cradling my head as he gave me the last remaining squirts. Once complete, he let out a relaxing sigh, "Ahhh..." while letting his legs fall loosely off to each side of me.

I nursed on his penis for a bit more before he took his hands off my head. Taking this as an opportunity, I lifted my head off his penis and sat back on my heels. However almost as if on cue, Abbas jumped up, grabbed his pants off the couch, and ran towards the bathroom. It was then I heard the footsteps on the stairs. I leapt to my feet and sat down on the couch, only a couple of seconds before Abbas' mother came down into the basement and opened the door. She looked around, but I kept my gaze on the television and hoped we wouldn't get caught.

Then I heard Abbas come out of the washroom, and I could hear the toilet running in the background. His mother spoke to him, in their own language, but it didn't take a translator to figure this out. She was pointing at his socks and ranting, likely because he left his socks lying on the floor. She also gestured at the TV while ranting some more and he turned down the volume. As quickly as she had arrived, she left, closing the door behind her.

"That was close." I said in a lowered voice, expressing the understatement of the hour.

"Yeah, the TV was too loud and she could hear it upstairs."

"Let's not do that again."

"Yeah really..." he replied as he nodded his head.

The sudden near discovery by his mother has both put some fear into us, so we didn't have any other 'encounters' while I was at his house that afternoon. I stayed for a little while, as usual, and then went home.


CHAPTER 21

The following week started what was a bit of an odd time for me. Since my last visit with Abbas, I hadn't seen Khaled. Then come the following Wednesday when I had expected Abbas to ask me to come over and 'watch TV', he never did. So I just went home like I normally did. The following week was the same. Basically for the entire month of April and may I never got together with Abbas once, and in that time I only saw Khaled a handful of times when I passed him coming and going from the basement. It was basically what it would have been like had I never got into all this with Khaled and his friends, and frankly, I was divided over it all.

Was I missing my time with Abbas or his brother Farhan? Not at all. I never wanted to be with them, but I submitted since Abbas helped me at school and Farhan was Khaled's friend and Abbas' brother. I later found out one day at school that the reason Abbas stopped asking me over was since Farhan stopped going to soccer practice on Wednesday and was instead going on Saturday. While he asked if I would come over anyway, I said that I didn't want to go when Farhan was there.

Although I didn't say why, I think we both understood the reason. He wasn't mad about it, but to make sure that I stayed on his good side I did offer that if things changed with Farhan he could let me know. That seemed to appease him, and we parted not knowing when we might 'watch TV' again.

Was I missing my time with Khaled? Here is where I was divided. While I was very much in 'withdrawal' at the beginning of my time away from Khaled, I had started to become accustomed to 'normality'. Yeah I missed Khaled's company, but I was missing him as a person and the intimacy we shared. I wasn't missing our sex together. No matter how you slice it, I still hadn't hit puberty and I really didn't get any real sexual gratification out of the sexual acts. I'm not going to lie and say I was hooked on the sex when nothing could be further from the truth.

Heck, I was only eleven years old, and in the span of less than a year, I had gone from complete ignorance of sex to complete immersion. In many ways it was almost like I was decompressing from a deep-sea dive, and it gave me a chance to think about it. And while I was thinking about it from the perspective of a child, it was nonetheless something that I did have second thoughts on. Was there a part of me that was considering whether I should just not do any of this stuff again? Of course there was. Deep down there was always a seed of self-doubt about all of it, and it was something that I spent a lot of time - over the weeks - thinking about.

Yet there was also a side of me that longed for it. Again, not from a sexual standpoint, since this was not an issue of sexual arousal for me. Yes, I did get 'turned on' to a very limited extent, but it is not the same type of thing that you feel after you reach puberty. For me, at that time in my life, I guess I could compare it to the longing and desire a kid might have to go to McDonald's or to Disneyworld. You get excited and you really want it, and the excitement is certainly emotional.

Everything came to a head about a week or so into the month of June, after I came home from school on a Friday.

"Hi hon, did you have a good day at school?" my mother asked as I entered the kitchen. She was seated at the kitchen table reading some flyers from the newspaper.

"Yeah it was OK."

"Well I have some news. Do you remember your Uncle Richard?"

"Yeah..."

"Well he's getting married tomorrow and your father and I are going to go. Since it's a long drive we're to leave after dinner tonight, and we'll be back Sunday morning. I've already spoken with Khaled, and he will be looking after you this weekend."

"Really?!" I said with surprise in my voice. All of a sudden, this conversation was getting interesting.

"Yes. We weren't planning on going, but I got some good news today. I'm going to be working full time again at the office starting next week. I know that means I won't be home for you after school, but Khaled will look after you like before."

"Really?!" I again remarked with surprise, not thinking about what my mother might think about why I was so excited about this.

"Yes, and as a special treat for you since I'm going to be working full-time again, I've given Khaled money so he can take you to the carnival at the mall on Saturday."

"Really?!" As you can expect, as a kid your vocabulary tends not to be too extensive in situations like this. I was also jumping up and down a bit after she said it.

"Yes really... Now go watch television while I get dinner ready. We're going to eat as soon as your father gets home."

I took my school bag to my bedroom and dropped it by the door, then returned to the living room to watch TV. However, I don't think I paid much attention to anything on the tube. My mind was racing from the news I had received. Not only would I be spending time with Khaled over the weekend, I would be seeing him after school again. While time went fast while watching TV, since my mind was elsewhere, time seemed to drag on forever. Finally, after dinner was done and the table was cleared, my mom took me back to my room and started to get some things together for me to take with me downstairs while they were away.

Almost an hour later, I was walking down the stairs to the basement, having said my goodbyes to my parents as they locked the door behind me. I knocked at the basement door.

"Enter..."

I entered and closed the door behind me, and dropping my bag by the door looked around to see Khaled in the kitchen. He must have just finished eating, since he was doing his dishes.

"So Jamie, I hear we will be spending time together this weekend, and your mother is back at work all day again. It seems Allah is smiling down upon us, is he not?"

"Yeah." I replied, still somewhat in shock at how quickly things had changed in only a couple hours. Dinner had prompted my intestines, so I excused myself to the washroom. When I exited, after washing my hands, I could hear the front door slam and the doors to the car close in the driveway. As the car's engine roared to life, I found myself thinking about what was to come.

"Let's watch some TV." Khaled remarked to break the silence as he turned on the set and sat down in his chair. I laid down on the carpet in front of him, and we watched TV until about 7:30pm. During that time, we made small talk, but no one spoke about the elephant in the room. It seems the extended break in our meetings had Khaled somewhat reluctant to make the first move.

Finally, Khaled took the bull by the horns. "So Jamie, did you miss me?"

"I thought we'd never see each other again. I couldn't believe it when my mom said she was going back to work. It means we'll see each other every day now!"

"Yes, we will. Did you miss... what we used to do together?"

There it was. The question that had to be asked, but I didn't know what to say. I sat up on the floor, but didn't reply. To be honest, I didn't know what to say.

"Why don't we get more comfortable?" Khaled said as he again broke the silence. Standing up, he began to strip off his clothes, folding them neatly before dropping them to the floor beside his chair. Feeling compelled, I did the same, although I just allowed my clothes to drop to the floor at my feet.

With both of us naked, Khaled sat back down in his chair. "Come..." he said, while beckoning me with his hand.

Walking over to his chair, the moment of truth was here. As I knelt in front of Khaled, I paused and sat staring at his penis. In my mind, I was trying to decide if I really wanted to keep doing this. Keep in mind I was thinking about this as a child of eleven, so my thoughts were more 'basic'. Part of me thought I should just give it up and not do it anymore. Yet another part tried to remind me of the emotional connection I enjoyed when I did it. I was sitting considering my options for so long that Khaled started to wonder what was going on.

"Are you OK?" Khaled asked, getting my attention.

I wordlessly responded by nodding my head 'yes', but I continued to sit and think while staring straight ahead.

Khaled could clearly sense something was wrong though. Reaching down with his hand he lifted up my chin until his eyes met mine. "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking if I wanted to do this again."

"I see," he paused as he stared into my eyes with a serious expression on his face, "and what have you decided?"

I started to stammer, "I'm not sure if... I don't know if..." then finally I blurted out in one long breath, "It's just that what I really have wanted was to have you as my big brother and for you to care about me since no one cares about me!" I don't know where this was coming from, but as soon as I said it, I broke down into tears and buried my face into my hands.

"Jamie..." Khaled said as he quickly slid to the floor and hugged me, "I care about you! You know that, don't you?"

"You do? You don't just want me because I do these sex things?" I continued to say between sobs.

"Of course not, please don't cry." he implored as he pulled my hands from my face. "Let me tell you something. Come, sit on the bed. Here, blow your nose." he added as he handed me a kleenex while I sat down.

Sitting down beside me, and without looking at me, he began to speak in a slightly emotional tone, "When I was your age, I had two older brothers. Then came the war and they were killed, along with my parents, when a bomb hit our house. I was out at the market when it happened, and when I came home I found out that I was alone. For over a year, I survived on my own, begging for food and finding a safe place to sleep. I had no one. As an orphan, I finally was able to go to Pakistan, and I told them about my uncle. They were able to contact him and I was allowed to come with him to your country. Although my uncle has cared for me, I miss my family. I felt alone in this country, until I moved in here."

Khaled turned to look at me straight in the eyes. "Jamie, you are the closest thing I have to a brother, and I will always care about you."

"Really?"

"Yes, I swear to Allah that this is not a word of a lie."

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him as he hugged me back. It was at this point I realized that as much as I might be indifferent about much of my sexual intimacy with Khaled, I did miss the 'social intimacy', or whatever you want to call it. The feeling I felt when I hugged him made everything clear. I really was starved for love. Again, I don't want to bad-mouth my parents here, but the fact of the matter was that I didn't connect with them on the same level. There was always this distance between us. When they hugged me there was never an emotional connection, if that makes any sense, it was very mechanical. I almost feel like I was adopted.

"We don't have to do anything tonight. We can just watch TV."

"No that's OK, I don't mind, really." I replied as we broke off our hug.

"Are you sure? I don't want to do anything if you don't want to."

"No really, I want to do it. I want to make you happy,"

Khaled sat back and smiled at me. "No... I want to make YOU happy. What would you like us to do?

Looking away for a moment, I pondered the question. What did I want to do? I just wanted to be with him, to hold him. "The chair, can you sit in it and I sit on top of you like we did before?"

"Of course! Come..." he said as he stood up and reached his hand out to me. Walking over to the chair, he sat down, but then realized he hadn't brought the tube of lubrication with him. "Can you get the tube? It's under the bed."

"OK." I walked over and reached under the bed, feeling around until I finally found the tube. Khaled was busy stroking his penis, which had quickly hardened. Walking back to the chair, I passed him the tube and he used some to cover his throbbing member. Handing the tube back to me, I took a dollop and pressed it into my hole. I felt a sharp pain as I did so, likely because it had been some time since I had anything up there.

"Up," he gestured, "give me your hands." Khaled reached out his hands to help me up onto the chair. I carefully climbed onto the chair, standing astride his hips. "OK, now bend down slowly. That's right... Hold onto my shoulders... Almost there..."

At this point, I could feel his rigid tool as it came into contact with my clenched opening. I was tense, and that wasn't a good thing.

"You need to relax. Think about how good it will feel for me to be inside you. Just relax and let yourself down... That's it, you're almost there..."

I felt his cock as it started to press its way into my bum. His hands were on my waist as he kept me balanced, and I started to push down. "Ow! It hurts..." I moaned as I fought with the pain of his penis seeking to worm its way inside me.

"We can stop..." Khaled said, responding to my discomfort.

"No, I can do it..." I moaned as I tried again to push him inside me. Suddenly, I felt him breach the threshold and he slipped inside my anal ring. "Ahhh!" I moaned out loud in a mix of pain and surprise as my eyes flung open wide.

"Shhh... It's OK; the hard part is done now. Just relax."

Doing as he asked I just totally relaxed myself and slowly allowed him to sink in, as I clenched my toes reacting to the moderate pain.

Khaled let out a long moan, "Ohhhhhhhhh... Oh Jamie..." Taking his hands off my waist, he pushed my feet off the chair. Fully impaled on his penis now, he opened his arms wide and pulled me to him in a hug. Using one hand, he pulled my head against his chest, while his other hand grabbed my buttocks. For a short time, we just sat there motionless, coupled at the waist, soaking in the feelings that each one of us was providing to the other. Then I could feel as he slowly started to work his cock in and out of my still tender bottom. "Oh Jamie, I missed you so much." he said with a sigh as he probed my insides while stroking my hair.

For my part, while I was still feeling some discomfort, it's somewhat like riding a bicycle. Once you learn how to ride, you never forget. Although it had been almost two months since we last coupled, it was all coming back to me. I quickly remembered how to relax, and the pain diminished significantly. With my face in his chest, I turned my head to one side and laid my head against him. Closing my eyes I could still hear his heavy breathing as he slowly flexed his pelvis and drove himself deep inside me. My legs slowly swayed in a perverse rhythm as he rocked our two bodies together in the chair. Soon I felt his chin as he rested it on top of my head, while at the same time he allowed his arms to relax. His hands slid lower until they were cradling my buttocks, where he loosely laced his fingers together on my bum.

Every so often, he would stop for a while and allow himself to back away from the brink, before slowly starting up again. I was in another world though, totally consumed by our mating, and totally oblivious to the world around me. In many ways, I found it comforting to be in this position. It's hard to describe how it feels to have someone inside you like this. Any second thoughts that I might have had about doing this again were long gone. If I was to use the bike analogy again, it's like falling off your bike. You may be scared to ride again, but once you get back on you realize that there was nothing to be afraid of.

And ride I did.

I don't know how long we stayed like this, but based on past perceptions of time I figured almost an hour. Yet during all this time, and despite us not having been together for so long, he never reached orgasm. He would always stop when he got close. It was clear he wanted this to last. Finally after what seemed like an eternity of silence, Khaled spoke. "Jamie, why don't we go to bed now? It's almost nine o'clock."

Although nine o'clock was the bedtime my parents instructed, I don't think that was what was on his mind. In any case, I just ignored him and squeezed him inside me.

Clearly unmoved, Khaled began to stand, "Come, let's go to bed." he said as he stood up while holding me against him. Once we were clear of the chair, he lifted me up and off his organ, before setting me down on the floor. "Go and ready yourself for bed. Make sure to use the washroom if you need to go."

Wordlessly I padded my bare feet into the bathroom and relieved my somewhat swollen bladder. While I usually brushed my teeth before bedtime, I decided to skip it. Washing my hands, I went back out and saw that Khaled had put the bed down and turned back the sheets. There would be no use for my sleeping bag tonight.

Seeing that I had finished with the bathroom Khaled took the opportunity to use it. He used the toilet and then brushed his teeth before coming back out. Walking to the small table beside the bed, he turned on the lamp there before walking back to the door of the apartment to turn off the ceiling lights. As he returned to the bed, he saw me standing and waiting.

"In, in..." he said impatiently as he gestured with his hands directing me into the bed.

I hopped into bed and he slid into the bed beside me, pulling the covers up to our waists. Once in bed he reached up and turned out the bedside lamp, plunging the room into the dark. The only light I could was in the window in the kitchen, where the moon cast an eerie glow on the curtains. As Khaled was getting himself settled, I leaned over and wrapped my arm around his torso and laid my head on his chest. Khaled responded by wrapping his arm around me and gently stroking my hair, while pulling up the covers up to my shoulders. At this point one might expect that there was more sex, but in fact there wasn't. We both went to sleep and I slept better than I had slept in a very long time.


CHAPTER 22

Morning had come, and I found myself being awakened by the sounds of Khaled doing his dishes in the sink.

I know I haven't really touched on it, but for a 16 year-old boy, he was really very mature and independent for his age. I didn't consider it much at the time, but looking back, I can't help but be impressed at how he adapted to life on his own after his parents and brothers died. While he obviously spent time living with his relatives, he couldn't have been very close to them. When we were there over the holidays, he didn't hug them at all in my presence, and it was almost like he felt like he was as much a guest as I was. In some ways, I could identify with him, but in other ways I couldn't imagine what it must be like for him to lose everyone that he cared for. It forced him to grow up very fast, and I can see that now. He looked like he was eighteen and acted like he was twenty-one. He was far more mature than other kids of his age.

Trying hard to drag the sleep from my eyes, I finally was able to open them up and look to the clock on the wall. It was 9am, which was later than I expected.

"Well, look who has raised from the dead."

I looked over and saw Khaled by the sink, clad only in his underwear. He had turned his head to speak to me, and he had a bit of a smile on his face.

"So, did you sleep well?" he asked as he turned away from the sink and moved to set out some things on the table.

Stretching myself, I paused and let out a loud yawn. "Yeah."

"Well come for breakfast then. I have your cereal here." It seems my mom had given him everything he needed.

Standing up I stretched again, before lazily walking over to the table. Although I was still naked from last night, I felt no desire to get dressed. As I sat down, Khaled poured milk on my cereal before putting it back in the fridge.

"So are you excited about your trip to the carnival today? I've never been to one, what is it like?"

"You've never been to a carnival?!?" I was incredulous! Surely everyone had been to the carnival.

"No. I saw pictures once, but I have never been." Khaled took a seat at the table.

"They're so great! It's rides, and games and food. It's so much fun!"

"We will have to wait until lunchtime; your mother said it doesn't open until noon. She gave me money so you should be able to go on lots of rides."

"Ummm hmmm!" I replied with my mouth full of cereal.

Khaled went towards the living area, and out of my view. I continued to gobble up my cereal, and soon I was tipping the bowl to my mouth to drink down the remaining sugary milk.

"Ahhh..." I sighed with contentment as I set down my bowl. No sooner had I put the bowl down than Khaled came from behind me, picked it up and went to wash it in the sink. As he finished his chore and was placing the bowl and spoon in the drying rack, he turned to me.

"So, did you want to watch your TV cartoons? I'm going to work on some of my drawings." As I pondered his question, Khaled went over to his daybed and put it in the upright position, which turned it more into a couch. He left his blankets on it though, since he wasn't dressed and would likely be cool otherwise. "Did you want to get dressed, or do you want to lay with me?"

"Can I lay with you and watch TV too?"

"Of course. Hurry then..." He gestured to the bed.

Running over I jumped into the bed, which was now quite smaller because he had turned it back into the couch. Taking off his underwear, he dropped them on the floor beside his feet. As he sat down, I laid on my side against the back of the couch, and then when he laid down I allowed myself to cuddle against the side of his body. While it was a tight fit, it was nonetheless comfortable as he pulled the blanket back over us. It was at this point that I realized that I had forgotten to turn on the TV. Since only the newer TVs had remote controls, I decided to forgo TV and just relax with Khaled. I laid my head down on his upper chest and exhaled deeply.

Khaled had reached down beside the couch and grabbed his art supplies from the bag he had moved there earlier.

"Comfortable?" he asked as he began to draw.

I didn't reply verbally, but just let out a small grunt of acknowledgement. Allowing my eyes to close I let my mind wander, as I listened to his rhythmic breathing and faintly heard his heart beating. After a few minutes, I shifted my position a bit, and in doing so, I found my left hand beside his penis. Without giving it any forethought, I started to fondle it absent-mindedly.

Khaled continued to sketch, and I could hear the strokes. It's interesting to listen to a person sketching, since it's such a unique sound. I found myself imagining what he was drawing; all the while my fingers were lightly roaming around his member. While I wasn't giving it much thought, one could imagine that my attention would cause him to get hard, and that is exactly what started to happen. Not long after that, I could hear that Khaled had stopped sketching. Although my eyes were still closed, I could now feel his hand on my head as he pressed gently downward. Despite the obvious, I never put two and two together, although I shifted lower and allowed my head to come to rest on his stomach as my legs cradled his right thigh.

He resumed his sketching as I gently continued to fondle him. At times, I would trace my fingers up and down his member, while at other times I kneaded it gently. After a few more minutes, he stopped sketching again, and as before, he gently pressed my head towards his penis. This time I got the message, and so I leaned my head over to try and lick his swollen organ. My orientation in the bed made this really difficult, so I decided to swing myself into the space between his legs. As I started to do this I was finding it awkward, and it was only when I realized that I was trying to do it while continuing to hold his member that I understood why I was having so much trouble.

As I released his organ, I pushed my body up and then crawled into the space between his legs. Once there I scooted around a bit to get comfortable, and then once I was happy with my position I laid my head down on his thigh, only inches away from his organ. Using my left hand, I guided his firm cock to my mouth. As soon as it touched my lips I felt it twitch, and I heard Khaled exhale deeply. After a few moments, he pulled the blankets back up, and left me to service him in the darkness. Closing my eyes again, I relaxed as I nursed on the head of his cock, and almost if on cue I heard him resume his sketching. I later wondered how this would have impacted his drawings. He must have had a lot of mental discipline to be able to draw while I was doing this.

After a few minutes, it got stuffy under the blanket, so I lifted up the edge to exchange the air. Khaled noticed this and took over that task as time passed, since that would mean fewer distractions for me and more pleasure for him. For my part, I was doing pretty much what I always did, which was to slowly suck him deep into my mouth and hold him there, and then massage his organ with my mouth and tongue before backing off to take a breath. Although at times I would lick up and down the length of it, he seemed to prefer to have it inside my mouth. At least his moans suggested as such. I quickly found out his moans were indicative of something else, as out of the blue he started to orgasm in my mouth.

"Mmmm..!" I moaned in surprise.

"Shhh..." Khaled quietly rebuked me as he gently laid a hand on my head on top of the blankets to hold me in place, although it was unnecessary since I had no intention of pulling back.

With each spasm of his cock came a burst of semen, which I quickly swallowed down. As quickly as it started, it was over, and I was left to nurse on his now spent organ as it drooled its remaining offering into my mouth. Removing his hand from my head, he let out a quiet sigh and then resumed his sketching. Since it was getting stuffy under the blanket, and I was getting hot, I pulled the blanket from the side so that it no longer covered my face. In this way, his chest was still covered, and only his hip was exposed. Exhaling deeply, I breathed in the cool basement air.

"Jamie?"

I slid off his penis slowly, making sure to suction away as much of my saliva as possible. With my mouth free, I spoke. "Yeah?"

"That was very nice, thank you."

My manners prompted an automatic response. "You're welcome."

Khaled quickly got down to business though; expressing precisely what he wanted. "I need to pee. Will you drink it for me?"

"OK I guess. I'm still kinda full from breakfast though."

"That's OK, I can go slowly."

I didn't really know how going slowly would increase my stomach's capacity to store his urine, but I was too relaxed to care.

"Here? In bed?"

"Yes... You've done it before."

"OK." I replied with hesitation. With my fate sealed, I looked down at his now limp organ. Bending my head I gaped open my mouth and sucked it inside, then stayed still to await the deluge.

"Ready?"

"MmmmHmmmm"

"I will take my time, do not to let go until I say I am finished." His instructions were in a matter-of-fact fashion, and once complete I felt him shift in bed. His thighs came up alongside my ears, his knees bent and his feet pressed down flat into the mattress.

Looking up I saw him place his drawing materials down on the floor to his right, and with his hands free he gently cradled my head. There was a brief pause as we both waited in silence.

"Here you go..." he announced as I felt his penis twitch in my mouth. Immediately a gush of urine flooded my palate, and I quickly began to swallow as Khaled sighed with pleasure. Though as quickly as it started, it stopped. During the brief interlude, he picked back up his sketchpad and continued his drawing. After a brief pause, I received another blast of urine as he continued to sketch away. Since he had the sketchpad on his legs - which were together holding my head between his legs - I was unable to see anything beyond his navel.

As I continued to drain his liquid waste from my mouth, he lifted the sketchpad and casually tousled my hair. Sensing I was ready to accept more, he again released his flow into my mouth, stopping again to allow me to 'flush'. So it continued; one mouthful at a time, the slow exchange of fluid from his body to mine. At the time I remember not thinking too much of this, since I was fortunate that he drank water almost all the time and his urine was never all that bad. Having drunk Abbas' urine before, I now knew that it could be worse.

With my mind wandering I quickly lost track of how many mouthfuls I had swallowed, and so I just let my mind continue to wander as I accepted my role as Khaled's urinal. Since he was taking his time between spurts, it seemed longer than usual. He clearly wanted to extend this act as long as possible.

Soon I started to feel his spurts were smaller, so I knew that he was finishing up. As expected, he just released the remainder of his bladder into my mouth without stopping, and I drank the slow trickle of pee without incident. I could hear him sigh, and he massaged my scalp briefly as he finished up in my mouth with a few final squirts. At this point, we waited in silence for a minute or so as his now spent organ wept in my mouth.

"OK Jamie, I am done. Are you OK?"

I pulled my head back and allowed his penis to slip from my lips.

"Yeah. What time is it?"

Not that I was a clock-watcher, but we still had a carnival to attend, and I had no intention of missing it.

"It's just past ten o'clock."

"When do we leave?"

"You are very anxious to see your carnival? Don't worry, we have plenty of time. It should only take a half-hour to get there. We can leave at eleven o'clock and still arrive before it opens. OK?"

"Yeah OK. I just don't want to miss anything."

"You won't, I promise. Why don't you put on your cartoons?"

Without responding, I padded over to his television and turned it on. It wasn't a very big screen, so I sat down not too far away. As I crossed my legs Indian style, I felt the cold floor on my bare bottom.

"Oooo, that's cold." I remarked aloud.

"Take a blanket from the bed."

Getting back up I grabbed a blanket, and after wrapping myself in it, I resumed my place in front of the television. The time passed quickly, and soon I heard Khaled getting up from his bed.

"Get dressed and we will go."

Since Khaled knew I was very anxious to get there, we left a bit earlier than what we needed to. This meant we arrived before the rides opened, but most of the concession stands were open, as were many of the midway games. He bought a couple drinks for us as we continued to wander around gawk at the scene around us. For Khaled this was his first time to see a carnival. For me I hadn't been to one in a couple years. I could barely remember the last time I had been, I only saw the pictures my parents took of me on the rides.

However, the day again highlighted the peculiar dichotomy Khaled and I shared. Despite our sexual relationship at home, he and I were perfectly at ease with one another when in public. I keep repeating the 'big brother' label, but it is very apt. Had we not looked racially different, I think people would have seen two brothers.

Despite what we did at home, Khaled wasn't selfish. He didn't have to do things like this with me if he didn't want to. My parents wouldn't have complained had he asked for the week off. That's what set him apart. While he did indulge in our sexual escapades, he also made sure I got help with my homework and that I had someone to take me places I wouldn't otherwise get to go to.

So for me it was nothing but pure enjoyment as the carnival rides opened, and in a bit of a switch it was Khaled learning something new, and not me. After an hour of fun, we took a break and started to walk around again.

"Jamie, I need to use the washroom, did you see them?"

"I think I saw some porta-potties over there." I pointed towards the ferris-wheel.

"Porta... what?" He asked as we walked in that direction.

"Porta-potties. They're toilets that are like a phone booth. We used them all the time when I was playing peewee baseball. I don't like them since they're stinky."

"Well no matter, I will use it."

After a short walk I pointed out the portable toilets to him. Unfortunately for him, there was only one of them, and there was a line of three people waiting.

"I cannot wait that long. Is there another place?"

"I don't know. Why don't you just go in my cup? I used to do this at baseball when everyone wanted to pee after the game and I didn't want to wait."

I raised the drink to my mouth and sucked through the straw, making a gurgling sound that clearly indicated it was empty except for the ice. Without remarking further, I just handed him the cup.

"Let's find somewhere private."

We walked away, towards an area of the carnival where all the big tractor-trailers and generators were. Khaled looked around, and satisfied that no one was watching he lifted the lid off the cup and handed it to me.

"Keep watch."

Dumping out the ice he quickly fished out his penis and placed the head into the cup. Moments later, I heard the unmistakable 'hiss' of urine as it gushed out. In ten seconds, I heard the flow stop. He had already filled the cup.

"Someone's coming!" I said in a hushed but anxious tone.

"Take it..." He pressed the cup into my hand, and his quick movement caused a small splash onto my hand. As I took it, I quickly moved to put the lid back on while Khaled stuffed his organ back into his pants. Just as he had zipped up one of the workers passed by and glanced in our direction. We started to walk away and back towards the games area without incident as I shook his urine off my hand.

"That was close! What should I do with this?" I said in a hushed tone as I held up the cup. Since there were people around it would look odd if I just put it down. Plus they might tell me not to litter.

"We will find a garbage can."

It was weird holding a large cup of his urine, since it made the cup warm. As we walked along, I was quickly distracted by all the games. I found myself subconsciously raising the cup to my mouth and I took a long drag on the straw. As soon as the liquid hit my mouth, I remembered that I was holding a cup of urine, and not soda. My inattention left me with a healthy mouthful of Khaled's piss. I wanted to spit it out but there were too many people around. With a grimace, I swallowed it down, mentally chiding myself for making such a stupid mistake.

"Can we get rid of this? I just took a drink by mistake." I remarked with a sour face.

Khaled guffawed, which was uncommon for him. Sure he laughed on occasion, but he really found this funny. His laughter quickly negated my annoyance at having accidentally taken a swig of his urine.

"You could drink it," he remarked with a grin on his face, clearly teasing me, "and use the money for the rides."

Despite having drunk his pee on a number of occasions, I did it because it made him happy, not because I liked the taste. I certainly had no intention of walking around the carnival casually slurping on a cup of his pee. I didn't care how many rides it would get me.

"No thanks." I said as I scrunched my nose and shook my head. "I'd rather have another orange drink."

"Over there..." Khaled pointed towards a cotton candy stand, and I saw the garbage can beside it. Walking over, I carefully placed the cup inside, so that its contents wouldn't be spilled until the trash was collected. I walked away quickly; worried that someone might suspect something, although no one did.

As we walked to another ride, I again saw that we would have to wait in a line. In a way, I was kind of glad that most of the rides had lines, since it meant we weren't burning through our ride tickets too fast. However, it more importantly meant I was able to spend more time with Khaled away from home. These were the times I enjoyed the most, when it wasn't about the 'sex', but was just about being together. We would talk and joke around, and just do the normal things that young people do.

Some of the things I remember from that day I still laugh about. Like when we went to the bumper cars and Khaled didn't have a clue what they were or why it was supposed to be fun. Sure he knew about cars, but he couldn't understand why everyone was crashing into one another - and having so much fun doing it. However, once he got behind the wheel - in a separate car - he had a blast. It's easy to take for granted things like carnivals, yet for some people they have never had the chance to enjoy one. I was happy that he got to enjoy the day just as much as I did.

The only thing I regret, in general, is that I don't have any pictures of Khaled to look back upon. While my parents took pictures of me as a kid, Khaled was never part of that for obvious reasons. To my parents he was always "that nice boy in the basement" who babysat me after school and when they went out. Back in the present, so much time has passed that I only have faint memories of what he looked like. Heck, he could probably pass me on the street and I wouldn't know it. It's sad since I always wondered what happened to him after we parted ways.

I often ask myself what I would do if I met Khaled today. Here I am, 30 years later, and I still wonder how I would react. Would we shake hands? Would we hug? Would he be married? Would he have kids? Would I have any deep seeded desires to pleasure him orally despite being a heterosexual and not doing anything like that since I was a kid?

So many questions that I'll likely never have the answer to.


CHAPTER 23

It was Sunday, and I was lying haphazardly on the floor watching television, swinging my feet up in the air as I lay on my stomach.

"Hey hon," my mother called out to me, "I just wanted to let you know that you'll be spending next weekend at your granny and grandpas house."

"How come?"

"Well your father has to go to a business trip, and I'm going to go with him. We'll only be gone the weekend."

While this trip seemed pretty innocuous, since they had gone on these trips before, it actually carried a lot of significance. I wouldn't learn the impact of this trip now though. At present, I was a bit perplexed as to why she didn't just have me stay downstairs with Khaled.

"Can't I stay with Khaled instead?"

"I'm sorry hon, but Khaled is going away for the weekend too. I just asked him and he said something about a school trip. Anyway, we leave Friday night, and we'll be back on Sunday."

Although I didn't know why Khaled was going to be away, I figured I would find out when I came home from school tomorrow.

Throughout the day Monday, my mind was very distracted, as I was trying to figure out what Khaled was doing. Was he planning on moving away? Where was he going? How long was he going to be away?

I rushed home from school, and after entering the house, I didn't even bother to take off coat or shoes or drop my backpack as I went straight into the basement.

"Khaled how come you won't be here next weekend?" I blurted out as soon as I got though the door.

"Jamie, please go take off your coat and shoes."

After dropping my books by the back door, I quickly flung off my shoes and dropped my coat on the floor before rushing back downstairs.

"So why are you going away?" I asked as soon as I entered his apartment, without even closing the door.

Khaled walked over, shut and locked the door, and then began to speak as he walked back to his sitting room. "I'm going on a school trip with my class; we had planned it for some time. It's sad that it has to be the same time as when your parents are away, but I cannot change it."

"Can't I come with you?" While this may seem like a silly request, it seemed totally logical to me as a child.

"No Jamie, this trip is only for the students in our class."

I pouted. "I don't want to stay with grandparents. Their house smells and they hardly get any TV stations." My grandparents didn't watch much TV, and what they did watch consisted of the news and some soap operas. Their television was an old 'console style' TV and it was antenna - not cable. So to watch a TV station you had to change the channel and then use the rotor box - which I just called 'the box with the big dial'. I think they got four stations, and two were fuzzy. There were other things too, like how they had only had plain corn flakes cereal, and how I had to go to bed earlier than what I did at home. I had stayed with them less than a year ago - when my parents were moving to our new house - so I remembered it all vividly.

Khaled began to casually undress as he spoke, starting with his shirt. "I'm sorry Jamie; there is nothing I can do. Don't you have any other friends that you could stay with?"

"I don't know anyone at school that well other than Abbas." While I did 'know' other kids, I didn't know them outside of school if that makes sense. While we would play at recess, I never went to anyone's house nor had anyone over to mine. Usually I was eager to get home. So far, I hadn't really 'clicked' with anyone, except Khaled.

Khaled paused as if he was considering something. "I can't say for sure, but you might be able to stay at Abbas' house. Since Farhan is also going on this trip, perhaps you could sleep in his bed." With his shirt removed, he was now removing his pants.

It was my turn to pause now. While Khaled was with me when we went over to Farhan's house and pleasured Abbas, I hadn't told him about the other times I had gone over to see Abbas. Since my mother was home in the afternoons at that time, I never went downstairs after school, so Khaled wouldn't have known I wasn't home. I don't know why I was so hesitant to bring it up, but I was.

Meanwhile I was weighing the implications in my mind. On the one hand, Farhan wouldn't be there, so that was good. On the other hand, Abbas would likely want to 'watch TV' all weekend.

So I was faced with a choice. Spend the weekend with my grandparents and be bored out of my mind, or spend the weekend with Abbas, knowing he would want me to suck his thing. On the one hand was Abbas' house, which would have a kid around my age to play with, as well as probably having more fun despite having to suck him off. On the other, there were early bedtimes and plain corn flakes in the mornings. While neither was ideal, I chose what was the lesser of two evils to me. As much as I didn't like to suck off people other than Khaled, I'd rather suck Abbas a few times and have more fun the rest of the time than not have to suck him and stay at my grandparents' house.

In short, I decided to go with the short-term pain for the long-term gain.

"Would his parents let me?"

"I don't know Jamie, I'll have to ask. When I see Farhan at school I'll ask him, and he can ask his mother when he goes home at lunch. I should know when you get home from school tomorrow." Finished undressing, only Khaled's underwear remained now, and he casually pushed them down to his feet.

"Thanks Khaled"

With that bit of business complete, Khaled went to his daybed and reclined on his side with his right leg flat against the mattress, and his left leg bent and vertical. I watched as he took his left hand and reached out to grasp his member, which was starting to firm up. As he slowly stroked it, I finally came back to earth and realized that I was standing there fully dressed and gawking at him. Khaled had a small smile on his face, the kind of smile you have when you see something cute and amusing.

I gave my head a shake and dropped my clothes to the floor, and then without words I walked over and settled into the spot between his legs.

Khaled looked down at me as I maneuvered my body so my head was above his groin. Once in place he pointed his penis towards my face. Smiling up at him, I licked my lips and then gaped my mouth open. Lowering my head, Khaled kept his cock aligned with my mouth until the mushroom shaped head slipped effortlessly past my lips. Letting go of his organ he sighed as he tousled my hair. Since his organ was still only semi-hard, I was quickly able to bury it in my mouth, where I gently massaged it with my mouth and tongue. Removing his hand from my head, he placed his hands behind his head and laced his fingers, then let out another sigh as he closed his eyes and relaxed.

On most days, we did different things, but for some reason today we both seemed content to just relax on the couch as I orally serviced him for the hour. During that time he 'gave me his seed' three times, the final time was when we heard the car pull into the driveway. Since he was so close, he just grabbed my head and held on as he flipped me over onto my back. Once there he began to quickly stroke in and out of my mouth, and within a minute he was grunting as he delivered his final load into the safe confines of my stomach. Despite hearing my mom upstairs, Khaled uncharacteristically relaxed and allowed his cock to weep into my mouth for a minute before letting me up. It seemed he was getting a bit bolder in this regard.

Rushing to get dressed, I heard my mom call from upstairs. I yelled back and then said my good-byes to Khaled as he casually strode naked into his kitchen.

As could be expected, I rushed home from school the next day, and like the day before I was so eager to hear what Khaled had found out that I again forgot to take off my coat and shoes.

"What did he say?" I asked as I skid to a stop inside Khaled's door.

Khaled sighed. "Jamie, please take off your coat and shoes. There is no need to rush."

As I did yesterday, I flung off my shoes and dropped my coat on the floor by the back door. My mother complained yesterday, and she would probably complain again today. Bouncing back down the stairs, I rushed through the door, but at least this time I remembered to close and lock the basement door.

"Well?!?"

"Yes Jamie, you may stay with Abbas should your parents allow it. Farhan said Abbas was very eager to have you over. It seems you made a friend."

While Khaled - and Farhan for that matter - probably thought that Abbas' reaction was due to what I did for him that one time when they were present, I knew that it was my other visits that likely excited him more. I had hoped that Abbas hadn't said anything to Farhan about my visits, since I didn't want it to get back to Khaled. I wasn't sure how he would react, and I didn't want to take any chances.

"Yeah..."

"Well don't be afraid to thank Abbas again for his help. Farhan also told me that Abbas said he got money back that someone took from you. I'm glad he can be there to look out for you when I am not around."

"Yeah, me too."

The week passed quickly, and I found myself knocking on the door to Abbas' house, as my father waited in the car on the street. Once the inside door opened and Abbas appeared, my dad tooted the horn and gave me a wave as he drove away. Abbas wordlessly opened the screen door and held it open as I carried my small bag inside.

"Hi." I said, trying to break the silence.

He gestured with his head for me to follow. "You can put your bag in my room, it's down here."

As I followed Abbas through the kitchen, we passed the door to the basement, before reaching a door on the left.

He gestured to the door as he opened it. "In here."

The door to the bathroom was a bit further ahead on the left, and at the end of the hall was a door that I assumed was his parent's room. Abbas' room was basically sandwiched between the bathroom and the stairs to the basement. The walls were plain, and there was a large dresser placed near the closet.

As I entered his room, I was a bit surprised to see there was only one double bed. The large bed was ill suited to this small room, and you had to walk sideways to get through the small path between the dresser and the bed. The dresser was old and nondescript, the paint faded and wood showing though on areas where one would handle the drawers. Looking at the walls, I noticed they were bare except for the wallpaper. I had expected they might have some posters up or something, but I guess it wasn't something that was important to them.

"Where do I sleep?"

"Right here."

"But there's only one bed."

"Farhan and I share a bed. My parents bought a bigger bed and they gave us their bed since Farhan was too big for his single bed. I don't like it, but they said they won't pay for new beds when we only use it to sleep."

Abbas took my bag and tossed it on the floor on the far side of the bed. I assumed that was to be 'my side'.

I heard some noise coming from the stairwell; someone was coming up from the basement. After hearing the door at the top of the stairs open and close, Abbas' mother called out for him.

Like a typical kid of his age, he just yelled back, and after a few exchanges turned to me and spoke. "My mom says we have dinner in about an hour, so we can watch TV until then."

I followed Abbas as we walked by through the kitchen, where his mother said hello to me as we passed. Opening the door, I made my way down the stairs as Abbas followed closing the door behind him. Once downstairs Abbas again closed the basement door behind him as I made my way to the couch. Grabbing the remote on the way to the couch, he turned on the TV and then flopped down at the other end of the couch. As he started flipping through the channels, he put his bare feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch. For my part, I said nothing as he finally settled on a show he wanted to watch, which happened to be the A-Team.

For someone who seemed 'eager' to have me over, Abbas said little while the show was on. Basically just making small talk. In no time, the credits were rolling and Abbas' mother was calling us up for dinner. As we reached the kitchen table Abbas' father was sitting there, and he greeted me as we sat down. Following an unremarkable dinner, Abbas suggested we go for a bike ride, and I used Farhan's old bike. It was a bit big for me, but not ridiculous. It hadn't been ridden for a while, but it still worked. We rode for a half hour before going back home. As we entered the house, we saw Abbas' father sitting reading a paper in the living room, while his mother worked on some kind of sewing at their dining room table. Abbas announced that we were going to watch TV, and again we made the trek down to the basement. Just as last time, we both settled onto the couch at each end as Abbas flipped around to find a show he wanted to watch.

Unlike during the day, where there would be light pouring in through the small haze covered basement windows, at this time of day it was dimmer. The lack of light changed the atmosphere of the room somewhat, and left me with a sense of foreboding.

Since it had been so long since Abbas and I had done anything sexual together, I had hoped he might have forgotten. Since he said nothing the first time we watched TV, I figured I was in the clear. That wasn't to be the case though. Without words, Abbas pulled his body onto the couch, and then he laid down with his feet pointing towards me. Since he was on his side and his legs were bent, I had about a foot of space between us. Then out of the blue Abbas made clear that he hadn't forgotten.

"Hey Jamie," he began as he turned onto his back. In this position, his feet were now casually pressed against the side of my leg. "did you want to do that thing?"

I was very familiar with what 'that thing' was. To him 'that thing' was me using my mouth to please him.

"But your parents are upstairs." I responded with concern.

"Don't worry, so long as the TV isn't too loud they won't come down here until it is time for bed. We have lots of time."

"Ok." I replied dejectedly, as I didn't think I would be able to talk my way out of it.

"Cool!" he said in a positive tone, as he simultaneously flipped his body over onto his stomach and slid down a bit further so his feet were on my lap. Once there, he bent his knee and raised a tan foot in front of my face. It hung there for a moment, and then he twitched it a couple of times as if to indicate he was waiting for me to proceed. With my fate sealed, I reached out and took his foot into my hands. It was a bit sweaty since we had been out riding our bikes, but it wasn't offensive. It just made them a bit damp and salty.

So I carried on to interchangeably licking his feet and sucking his toes as we watched TV for a while. As before, he would occasionally swap from one foot to the other in a lackadaisical manner. It was obvious that this was only the appetizer for him, and that he was warming up for the main course.

It wouldn't take long either. I had only been licking his feet for five minutes when he unceremoniously pulled his feet away from me and sat up, rubbing his saliva covered feet on the carpet. Once complete he stood up and pushed his pants and underwear off in one swift motion, and then sat back and placed his left foot up on the couch crudely splaying his thighs. With his legs spread obscenely, he casually started to fondle his penis as he waited for me to make my move.

"Well?" He asked impatiently, as I was still sitting at the end of the couch.

With a sigh, I stood up and walked over.

"Hey, I can't see the TV!" he protested when I arrived in front of him.

"Sorry." I meekly replied as I quickly dropped to my knees in front of him.

Without taking his eyes off the TV, he pointed his cock towards my face and used the back of his heel to pull my head towards him once I was on my knees. As I shuffled towards him he made quick work of stuffing his now erect organ into my mouth, and his hands were now grasping both sides of my head as he pulled my head deep into his crotch.

"Oh yeah!" he moaned quietly in pleasure, as he began to hump my face with his hips. At the same time, he allowed his left foot to slip off the couch and hang loosely in front of him. Within a couple minutes, he was already reaching his peak. With his thighs clamping around my head and his ankles locking behind my back, he began to unload in my mouth. With each spurt, he grunted, and after a few spurts, he was spent. As I had been taught by Khaled, I kept his weeping organ in my mouth and stayed motionless as he came down from his high and his penis softened. Although he had relaxed his arms and legs, he hadn't moved my head away from his groin, and in fact was still holding me in place.

"Mmmm..." I moaned in protest, wondering why he hadn't let me go.

"Just wait.." he chided me. About a minute later, I felt him start to hump my face again, and he began to harden. "Do me again." he boldly demanded.

With an exhale, I resigned myself to it, and started to suck him again.

"Not so hard!" he admonished me as he grabbed my head and held it still for a moment.

Since it seemed he was still sensitive, I eased off my efforts. Once I had settled into a more relaxing pace, he allowed his thighs to loosen some more. With one hand still on my head, he removed his other hand and picked up the TV remote, and I could hear him start to flip the channels. Over the next half hour, I sat between his legs and sucked his penis while he watched TV. During that time, he would occasionally shuffle the position of his legs. Sometimes they would be loosely locked at his ankles behind my back, at other times he would use his free hand to pull his right calf behind my head and then wrap his left leg at the knee over his right ankle. This gave him the freedom to remove his hands from my head and still keep my face pressed into his crotch. At other times, he just let his legs hang loosely at my sides as he relaxed and let go of my head completely. He was confident I wouldn't stop pleasing him, and I didn't.

"It's coming!" he announced with urgency as his thighs came up to cradle my ears. With his hands on my head, he began to pump my head up and down on his cock faster and faster. Soon his movements became disjoined as he grunted and his penis started to twitch. In a few seconds, I was rewarded with his second load of the night, although it wasn't more than a couple dribbles. We sat in silence as I listened to his ragged breath begin to slow, and his fingers relaxed their grip on my scalp.

"You ready?" he asked as he continued to loosely hold my head in place.

"Whaaaff?" I attempted to reply, since I wasn't sure what he was asking.

It didn't take long for me to find out though, as I felt his penis twitch as pee started to leak into my mouth.

"Mmmmmmffff!" I moaned in objection. I was unprepared and tried to pull back, but he caught me just in time. His hands pushed my face deep into his groin as he began to deliver his full flow. With nowhere to go, I gulped down his salty offering as he filled my mouth with bitter urine.

"Oh yeah!" he proclaimed again in a hushed whisper. I could feel his heels as they dug hard into my back and his ankles tightened their lock behind me. Soon after it started, it started to slow, which seemed to indicate he didn't have a full bladder.

With his buttocks clenching to deliver his last squirts into my mouth, I let out a long exhale and relaxed as it came to an end. Once complete we both sat in silence for a minute, with the only sound coming from the TV. Letting his penis slip out of my mouth, I sat back on my heels to give my jaw a break.

My reprieve was short-lived though. "Do me again." he coldly demanded a few minutes later, clearly making up for lost time. "Go slow this time though."

Doing as he instructed, I began to slowly pleasure him, as he relaxed and enjoyed the ministrations of the young white boy between his legs. Over the next couple hours, he had me suck him to orgasm repeatedly, although it took longer each time. I only had one short break to use the bathroom, before it was back to my knees on the floor.

Finally, as he knew that his mother would soon call us for bed; Abbas once more held my head firm as he started to urinate.

"Mmmmfff.." I again moaned at the unannounced liquid assault on my mouth.

"Shhhh!" he shushed me briskly, bringing his thighs up to squeeze my ears and make sure I would stay in place.

Swallowing his bitter urine, I came to accept that I would be doing this as often as he wanted this weekend. I had to admit, plain corn flakes were starting to look a bit better now, although it was too late to change my mind.

"OK, you can get up now." he remarked in a nonchalant tone as he released me from his grip and casually pushed me off his cock.

In silence I stood up and sat back down on the couch, although not all the way at the other end. I saw no point in distancing myself from him now that he had gotten what he wanted. When I was sitting down, I let out an inadvertent burp, which prompted him to chortle.

While I wasn't fully surprised he pissed in my mouth, I had hoped he had forgotten about it. Clearly, he had not.

Soon we were being called up to bed by his parents, and we both made our way upstairs and into the bedroom. Abbas shut the door and I went to get my pajamas out of my bag. As I did that, he did the same, and after we had changed, he turned off the light.

" 'Night."

"Good night." I replied as I looked forward to a good night's sleep. Slipping under the covers it felt a bit weird getting into bed with Abbas, but soon we were both asleep. Although I thought he might want to 'do something' in bed, he never asked and I certainly never offered. It would seem the few hours of attention I gave him earlier had sated his needs for the time being.


CHAPTER 24

The next day was pretty normal by all accounts. It was actually a nice change from the usual for me, which was normally sitting at home watching television, or just going for a short bike ride. We went to a convenience store nearby that had a few pinball machines and played a bit, and we rode our bikes. Then we played some monopoly before dinner.

One thing I noticed was that I didn't see Abbas' family going off to pray like Khaled's aunt and uncle, but I didn't pay any more attention to it. Since I didn't go to church either, it's not like it was a big deal.

After dinner, we did as we did the previous day, which was to head to the basement to 'watch TV' as he usually called it. In actual fact, it was him watching TV, and me between his legs sucking his cock.

This night was no different.

Once downstairs he wasted little time in letting me know what he wanted. As we walked to the couch, he pushed his shorts and underwear off before he even sat down. Then, after grabbing the remote, he casually gaped his thighs open and clicked on the television as he fondled his penis. For my part, I tried to ignore his actions by sitting at the other end of the couch.

"What are you doing?" he asked as if he was surprised at my actions, or lack thereof.

"Watching TV."

"You can do that later. 'Do me' now, I've been wanting this all day!" he replied as he continued to stroke his member with his free hand.

His bluntness was a bit of a surprise, but I had expected that he would want my 'attention' when we went downstairs. I stood up and then moved towards him, and then remembering from yesterday, I dropped to my knees a few feet away and crawled in so I wouldn't obstruct his view.

His tanned bare foot was quick to snake behind my head and roughly pull me towards his crotch. Once close enough he unceremoniously stuffed his semi-erect organ into my mouth, after which he let out a long sigh. It seemed that his tension bled away once he had his penis in my mouth, and I was thankful for that. I really didn't want him to be annoyed with me.

I got to work sucking his cock, and after it hardened, I took some time to lick up and down the outside of it. Abbas was getting impatient though, and so he grabbed his penis and pushed my mouth back down over his swollen member. Tossing the remote to the couch cushion beside him, he took my head with both hands and started to work my mouth up and down his cock in a brisk fashion. It didn't take more than a few minutes before I felt his first orgasm starting, as he let out a grunt and somewhat physically slammed his penis into my mouth. By comparison, this was something that Khaled never did. While Khaled would pull my head deep into his crotch when cumming, he wouldn't be 'rough' about it. With each time I sucked Abbas', he became more and more aggressive with me. With his first load of the night swallowed, I backed off and sat back on my heels for a break to catch my breath.

"Thanks little dude! That was cool."

I looked up at him and silently nodded. It was amazing how his mood changed after orgasm. Just then, the phone rang, and Abbas yelled out something in his language to indicate that he was answering it. I listened to his brief one-sided conversation as I sat at his feet wondering what to do.

"Hello?"

"Yeah?"

"It's due on Monday. Did you finish it?"

"My books are upstairs, gimme five minutes and I'll call you back."

"OK bye."

He hung up the phone and then stepping over me like a footstool, grabbed his shorts and underwear off the floor.

"I need to grab my books. I'll be right back." he remarked openly. Stuffing his underwear under the sofa cushion, he pulled on his shorts and walked to the door as he briskly did them up.

As I watched him leave, I was somewhat confused as to what I should be doing. I was still kneeling at the floor where he left me, so I stood up and sat back down at the other end of the couch. This wasn't the first time it felt like I was an afterthought to him, despite him having befriended me during my time there. When he got up and left, it was as if I wasn't even there.

The sound of the door closing at the top of the stairs let me know he was on his way back down, so I turned my attention to the television and pretended I was watching - even though I had no clue what was on.

"Hey, why don't you do me again while I'm on the phone..." he asked rhetorically.

Since I was in no position to refuse, I silently made my way to the floor in front of him.

Abbas had already pushed his shorts to the floor, and his penis was hard. It seemed that the friction from not wearing underwear had excited him. Putting his books down beside him for easy access, he held his legs open and raised in the air, waiting for me to settle in between them. Once I did, he quickly grasped my head with his hands and pulled me in, while at the same time his feet were pulling my body against the front of the couch. Now in position, as he had done once previously, he pulled his right calf behind my head and then swung his left leg over his right ankle at the point behind his left knee. With my head pretty much immobilized by his leg, he removed his hands and leaned over to get his books.

I hadn't really done anything of yet, since I was wondering what he expected me to do in this position. Seemingly reading my mind, or perhaps detecting that I wasn't doing anything, he spoke up.

"Just suck me a bit. But don't move around too much."

I never could understand how someone could talk on the phone while getting their cock sucked. While Khaled once did some drawing while I serviced him that was different since he wasn't carrying on a conversation. My thoughts were interrupted by Abbas' body leaning towards the side of the couch to pick up the phone. The straining was unintentionally crushing my head into his groin, and it was a bit uncomfortable. Thankfully, it didn't last long, as he leaned back and began to dial the phone.

The next twenty or so minutes I spent listening to him go over homework with his friend. Using my head to support his workbook, he rattled off questions and answers, all the while still flipping channels on the television and casually swinging his left leg. Although he was undulating his hips ever so slightly, for the most part he wasn't focused very much on what I was doing. I was just an orifice to give him pleasure it seemed.

With his task complete, I heard him wrap up the call. Finally, he unlocked my head from his legs as he hung up the phone. "Get up on the couch so I can lay down, that way you can watch TV too."

This was yet another way Abbas confused me. On the one hand, he had just treated me as a hole to give him pleasure, and now he was changing his position to be 'considerate' and allow me to watch television too. I could never figure him out.

As he lay down on the couch, I stood and waited for him to get into the position he wanted. Once he was lying on his back with his head on the arm of the couch, I laid down between his legs. As I moved up to get my head over his groin, he took his hand and held up his cock as he waited for me to put it in my mouth. I did just that, and he let out a sigh. Shuffling around a bit, I was now lying mostly on my side, and laying my head on his left leg. This allowed me to service him and watch television.

He seemed to be enjoying this relaxing position, since he only casually humped my face. With one hand on the back of my head and another on the remote control, he seemed to be in bliss. What's funny is that despite all this attention, he never missed a beat with the remote control. I sometimes wonder if this was a precursor to how kids in the 'internet age' have been able to adapt to using cell phones and such while doing all sorts of things.

For my part, it was somewhat odd to be watching television while sucking his cock. It seemed so... unnatural. Of course it was unnatural, but what I mean is that it was unnatural to watch television while doing 'something else'. I never could watch TV and do homework or anything like that. How he could stay focused while we did this was beyond me.

It took about 15 minutes before Abbas started to hump my mouth with more urgency, and I turned my face into his groin to keep him from slipping out of my mouth. With his two hands now firmly gripping my head, he started to thrust deep, and it was causing me to gag a bit because of how I was positioned on the couch and how rough he was. He was undeterred though, and the assault on my mouth increased in pace until I heard him start to grunt. He slammed my head deep into his crotch as he pushed his hips off the couch and unloaded his cum, and I struggled to swallow what didn't get forced down my throat. After his release, his hips relaxed and sank back to the couch as he eased his grip on my head.

As I lay there catching my breath, and his member starting to soften, I was caught off guard when he started to piss in my mouth.

"Mmmmmfff!" I moaned in objection to this unannounced liquid assault on my mouth, as my arms flailed about.

Abbas grabbed my head and pressed it tightly to his groin to assure that I wouldn't pull off and leave a mess on the couch, and for good measure, he wrapped his legs around my head and locked his ankles behind my back.

"Shhhh!" he harshly admonished me, before sighing in a mix of pleasure and relief.

Without much choice in the matter, I gave in and stopped struggling, as I continued to gulp down his urine. I seemed to be getting good at this based on how I didn't find myself overwhelmed, but this wasn't really something I wanted to become an expert at. With Abbas, his pee always seemed to leave my stomach more unsettled, at least compared to Khaled. While I could only speculate as to why this was, a reasonable assumption would be the kinds of things they drank. Later in life, this made me appreciate how water is so much better for a person to drink.

With the flow in my mouth coming to an end, I was relieved that this unannounced event was over. I never liked being treated like this, since it made me feel so used. He never even asked me if I wanted to do it, he just did it.

Having finished with me, Abbas unceremoniously placed his bare feet on my shoulders and pushed me away before standing up. Reaching under the couch cushion to get his underwear, he slipped them on before getting back into his shorts.

Since it was obvious that this event had come to an end, I sat up on the couch and returned to watching television. Abbas did the same, and we both wordlessly sat and watched TV for a couple more hours until it was time for bed. Unlike the night before, Abbas didn't seem to need as much 'attention'.

Again, I was thankful that the night in bed was uneventful. It would seem that I had sated his sexual desires. Either that or he was worried about being heard. No matter, I was just happy to get a good night's sleep.

Waking up on Sunday morning, things were pretty normal. After breakfast, we went downstairs and watched television for a couple hours until noon, although for me that meant two hours of having my head between his legs as I sucked him off to a few orgasms. As I had come to expect, he didn't pass up the chance to pee in my mouth again either. Then came lunch and we headed out to ride our bikes for a while. Pretty soon we were back home and I was packing up my things to head home.

"See ya." I shouted as I waved to Abbas on my way to the car for the short ride home. Little did I know this would be the last time I would ever see Abbas, or his brother for that matter.

Back at home, I brought my things in the house and my mother gave me a kiss on the cheek and asked how my time at Abbas' house was.

"Fine."

"Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, we rode bikes and he let me use his brother's."

"That's nice dear. Why don't you get washed up for supper. I'll call you when it's ready."

After washing up I went and flopped on the carpet in the living room to watch television. Soon it was time for dinner, and after dinner I was back on the floor watching television, like most every other kid my age. It wasn't until a couple hours later that I heard the side door close, when I realized that Khaled was back from his trip. My heart started to race and I was dying to jump up and go see him, but I knew I wouldn't be able to explain myself. So after a bit of squirming I resumed my focus on the television, and left myself to dream about him overnight.


CHAPTER 25

The next day at school, we were reminded about the end of the school year coming in only 10 days, and the teacher talked about some of the things we would be doing. There was a year-end concert and play, but I wasn't involved in it. Frankly, I was surprised at how fast the school year had gone by.

Arriving home from school, I noticed both my parents' cars in the driveway, which was really odd. Usually they were never home this early, especially on a Monday. I knew something was up, but I didn't know what.

As I entered the house and went upstairs, I could hear my parents talking in the living room.

"We're in here hon..." my mother called out to me from the living room.

Dropping my bag by the kitchen table, I entered the living room to see my parents sitting with serious looks on their faces.

"Why don't you sit down here Jamie," my father said as he motioned to the chair beside the couch they were both sitting on, "so we can have a talk."

"What's wrong?" I asked, my gut telling me something was up. Inside I was worried that they may have found out about Khaled and me, but the reality was far more dire.

"We have some news." my father continued, as my mother looked on. "You know that I have been very busy with work, well my company has given me a promotion. I'll be in charge of a whole branch of our company now."

"That's great Dad!"

"There just one thing though..." he said as his expression became apprehensive, "the new branch I will be managing is in another city. We're going to be moving again."

As I learned later in life, the 'business trip' that they went on was when my father was offered his promotion, and when he made the decision that our family would be moving. The news of moving hit me like a ton of bricks. While they hadn't discovered my relationship with Khaled, the end result was pretty much the same. It was soon to be all over. I sat dumbstruck for a moment as I tried to reconcile all the emotions that were flooding through my body.

As my parents stared at me, I finally got my mind in gear and sputtered out, "But I don't want to move, I like it here!"

This was the fifth move in my short life, and although I never told them, I always felt that it was all this moving that deprived me of a normal childhood where you grew up with neighbor friends and such. How can you make friends with people when you're constantly moving?

"I'm sure you do hon," my mother interjected, "but this new job will mean we can get a bigger house and better things."

"I know it may be upsetting Jamie," my father continued, "but this is a big opportunity for me. I can't pass it up."

"When do we move?" I said with a pout, trying to figure out how serious a situation this was to me.

"At the end of the month. Your mother and I will be off work until we move; we have a lot of things to do before we can move to a new city."

"How far away?" I asked, hoping that perhaps we wouldn't be going far away.

Their response was my worst fear. It was a city that was four hours away. I knew it well since it was often in the news, and it was a huge city, ten times bigger than the city we were in now.

"What about Khaled?" I finally blurted out, wondering what was to become of him.

"Well Jamie, I'll ask the people who buy our house to allow Khaled to keep renting his apartment. I'm sure they won't mind. In any case, your mom and I can't control what the new buyer will want to do, so we'll just have to wait and see. We've already spoken with him today, so he knows all about it."

Personally, I was still in shock. I wanted to cry, and I wanted to scream, but nothing was happening. It was like I popped a breaker and my emotions kinda just stopped working. My mind couldn't figure any way out of this.

That afternoon and evening I was pretty much a zombie. I don't remember much of what happened then, or in the 10 days that I still had left in school. It wasn't until the last Monday in the month when I finally broke out of my funk when my parents spoke to me about the upcoming move on Wednesday.

"Jamie," my Dad said as we ate dinner, "I've talked with Khaled, and he's agreed to look after you tomorrow while we move and get everything set in our new house. The new owners of this house want Khaled to stay, so he won't have to move. Or if you don't want to stay here, you can stay with granny and grandpa instead."

My eyes enlarged as I realized that I would at least have a chance to see Khaled one last time before we left. Quickly I spoke to assure my parents that staying in the house with Khaled was fine.

"No that's OK, I'll stay with Khaled."

"Fair enough. We'll need a couple days to get the move done, so you'll go to stay with him on Wednesday morning when we're moving out upstairs, and we'll be back to pick you up on Friday morning around ten o'clock. OK?"

"OK."

Wednesday morning came quickly, as much of the time was spent packing boxes and trying to organize before the move. My parents kept aside a bag of things for me to use while they were gone. When the moving truck rolled up, I was hustled into the basement for my last visit with Khaled. I hadn't seen him at all since I was told about the news, so I didn't know what was going to happen with him, or with me.

Closing the door behind me, I saw Khaled was sitting in his kitchen. For whatever reason I found myself just standing and staring blankly.

Khaled noticed that I wasn't myself, and so he stood up and called to me.

"Jamie? .... Jamie?"

He paused and called to me again, louder and with strength in his voice to break me out of my catatonic state, "Jamie!"

Finally, something just clicked. The 'emotional circuit breaker' that had popped a couple weeks back when I was told of the move had now 'reset', and I found myself filled with emotion.

"Khaled!" I cried as I ran towards him, throwing my arms around him. As soon as we connected, he reciprocated my embrace as I started to sob uncontrollably.

Khaled didn't attempt to stop me from crying, but instead he just picked me up and took me to his daybed where he sat us both down. I cried into his chest for a good five minutes before Khaled started to try and console me.

"Shhhh Jamie, It's OK. I know... I know... Try and calm down. Please...."

It took a bit of effort, but I finally was able to get a handle on my emotions. Once I did stop crying, I found myself incredibly tired. Of course, it didn't help that I hardly got any sleep the night before. I had been so wound up that I totally crashed out and fell asleep in Khaled's arms. He just laid me in his bed and covered me up. I slept until after lunchtime, when the moving men started to make all kinds of noise in the room above.

"Khaled?" I called out groggily.

"Yes?" he replied from the chair in the living room, where he was watching television with the volume turned way down.

"What time is it?"

"Time for you to eat lunch. Are you feeling better?"

"A little bit."

To be honest I was feeling hung-over, although I didn't get a chance to know what it really meant to be hung-over until I was an adult. Pulling the blanket off myself, I sat up and tried to get my bearings. I followed Khaled over to the kitchen where he made me some lunch. Frankly, I felt a lot better after having eaten. When I finished eating it was only then we started to talk about everything that had happened. After talking a bit at the table, Khaled led me to the daybed where he sat down and I laid down with my head in his lap. This wasn't a sexual thing though, as we really just sat and talked while he occasionally ran his fingers through my hair.

We talked, and talked, and talked. In fact, with the exception of breaks to use the washroom, we sat and talked the afternoon away. We talked about everything we had been through, about the good times, about camp, about ... everything. Believe it or not, very little of what we talked about was sexual, and what little that was sexual was very nondescript in nature.

Once Khaled announced that we should eat dinner, I realized how long we had been sitting around talking. It was actually during dinner when we heard someone coming down the back stairs to knock at the door. After Khaled got up to answer it, I found my mother peeking her head in to say goodbye. Following our goodbyes, she left and Khaled went to lock the back door behind her.

As he re-entered his apartment and locked his door, he returned to the table to finish his dinner. We both ate silently.

With dinner complete, Khaled made his intentions known, "I think we should just watch television and go to bed. You've had a rough day."

"OK." I replied, content just to sit with Khaled on his daybed until I drifted off to sleep. I fell asleep much earlier than normal, since I was still very much emotionally exhausted.


CHAPTER 26

As my eyes opened, I squinted while I adjusted to the sun streaming in through the basement window. In a bit of a departure, Khaled hadn't woken up before me. It would seem that he didn't get much sleep either the night before. I found myself laying in bed, fully clothed, with my arm draped over his chest, and my leg draped over his thigh. My mind drifted back to yesterday, and I now remembered that I had fallen asleep while sitting with Khaled. As I ran my hand over his chest, I quickly discovered that he had taken time to get undressed, since he was naked under the covers.

My head had now cleared from the hangover I had the day before. While I was still sad about this being my last day with Khaled, I was beginning to accept it. In the meanwhile, I just wanted to enjoy a day full of intimacy with Khaled, since I didn't know if I would ever see him again. I decided that the best thing to do first was to get undressed, since it felt weird being in bed fully clothed. Carefully stepping out of bed, I quickly and quietly disrobed, then slipped back under the covers at the foot of the bed. Using an arm to lift up the sheets, I was able to let in enough light to see my prize. For my last day with Khaled, I wanted to do what we did at his uncle's house that one morning when I woke him up with my mouth.

Carefully I moved myself into the space between his legs as I saw his chest rise and fall slowly. Once far enough in, I let the covers drop down and crept upwards until I felt myself at the junction of his thighs. Already I could feel it getting hot under the blankets, so I gently pulled up the sheets and pushed the heavier top blanket off the bottom of his body. With that done, I again recovered us, with only the thin sheet covering me. This was much more comfortable since not only could I actually see a bit of what I was doing, it wasn't nearly as warm.

This was the part I hated, since it was so awkward. It's so hard to snuggle up between someone's legs when they are asleep, since you have to kind of lean on your elbow and shuffle in. I managed though, and soon the object of my desire was within reach of my lips. Since I didn't want to move around too much I used my hand to pull Khaled's penis into my mouth, and I slowly sucked it in once the head touched my tongue. As I closed my lips around the head, I felt Khaled stir, so I froze. While I knew he wouldn't object, I wanted to have some time alone with just me and his cock, without him being a part of it. This was going to be my last day, and I wanted to make it a day to remember. So I stayed perfectly still, and waited for Khaled to settle down. A couple minutes later, I started to again slowly and gently suck on his organ; just enough to make me feel like I was connecting with him, without being too much that he would get hard. He did firm up a bit, but not as much as he does when he's awake.

So there we laid, me with my eyes closed and head laying on his thigh as I gently massaged his penis with my mouth. As you can imagine, I had no concept of time, other than to note how the sun in the window was brightening ever so slowly. All of a sudden, Khaled started to move again, this time to roll over. Opening my eyes, I just grabbed his thighs and hung on as we both turned. He ended up with his torso almost laying flat, and his crotch turned a bit towards one side as his left knee and leg came out a bit.

Now on my back, Khaled's entire organ was being pressed into my mouth by his position. This was probably the only time I ever gagged on him. After learning how not to gag, I would still gag if he was soft and then got a bit hard since he would be in that in-between zone where I couldn't really swallow him. So despite my best efforts, I was gagging ever so often as his penis tickled the back of my mouth. All was not lost though, since the action of my gags were stimulating him, and soon he began hardening and his cock slowly started to worm its way down my throat. As I was unable to move my head, it was a very interesting sensation since it almost seemed like it had a mind of its own. Even though he wasn't yet awake, his penis was carefully working its way into my throat like it had done so many times before. It was almost as if this was a memory for his swelling tube of flesh, since it seemed to know the way quite well.

Closing my eyes once again, I tried to focus as my breathing began to become constricted. Then, all of a sudden, his penis twitched. It wasn't an orgasm, but just a muscle twitch. Nevertheless, this twitch caused his cock to lurch forward and bury itself in as deep as it could go. This of course meant I was unable to breathe, but I still wasn't too concerned. I would be able to hold my breath for a bit, as I enjoyed the intimacy of his penis in my mouth. As I swallowed in an effort to take in every inch of his cock, my throat ripples began to massage it. This was the point when Khaled finally was roused awake. With another involuntary muscle twitch of his penis, I felt one of his hands as it snaked its way down and felt my head. You would think he would know what he would find, but he still nevertheless asked.

"Jamie?" he called out as he ran his fingers through my hair.

I wiggled my head out from under him as he backed himself out of my mouth. "Yeah."

"What are you doing?"

Despite my feeling that it was obvious what I was doing, I replied, "I just wanted to wake you up like we did at your uncle's house. Remember?"

"Yes, I do. Why don't I help you. Lay your head back down."

I did as he asked, and he sighed while he casually pressed his penis to my lips and pushed forward, burying it to the base. "You relax, we can stay like this as long as you like." he said as he pulled the light blanket over me. As he laid his head back down on the pillow, I could feel him ever so gently start to rock himself in and out of my mouth. Closing my eyes yet again, I just gave myself into the experience of serving as a receptacle for his pleasure. Raising one of my free hands, I gently massaged his scrotum. While this wasn't something I normally did, my position on the bed had my hand pretty much right below it, so I figured why not.

As the time passed, I would take occasional breaks to give my jaw a rest. During those periods, I would spend my time kissing and licking his groin, especially his balls. He always seemed to enjoy that, even though I couldn't understand for the life of me why it was stimulating. After my second break, when I started to suck him again, he came for the first time. It was quite a shock since there was so much of it. I had forgotten that we hadn't done this in a couple weeks, but it wasn't so much that I couldn't handle it. Soon he was drained, and I was laying there with his spent penis in my mouth as it wept.

Although it wasn't totally unexpected, I didn't 'expect' to feel urine trickle out of his cock. While I hadn't forgotten that he liked doing this, it wasn't on my mind if that makes any sense. Once I felt the first trickle, I whimpered as the flow began. I wasn't whimpering because I was upset or bothered though. It was odd. I think I was whimpering since I knew this would probably be the last time Khaled and I ever woke up this way. Despite his morning piss being stronger, I didn't care.

As his pee began to flow I swallowed it down, but in a bit of a surprise Khaled was able to keep the flow to a trickle. This was something he had never mastered before, but I think the level of relaxation combined with the intimacy allowed him the mental precision to do it. So as his urine trickled into my mouth, I would wait for about five or so seconds until there was enough, then I would swallow. While it seemed to go on forever, it obviously didn't. Yet it was the longest he had ever taken to urinate into my mouth. Perhaps he wanted me to savor it. I don't know. In the end, once he had finished pissing into my stomach, he just pressed his now soft organ back deep into my mouth and then cuddled his crotch back into my face, as we lay silent for the next little while. I just relaxed and nursed very gently on his penis, not hard enough to arouse him, as I waited for him to be ready to get up.

I actually drifted off into a nap for a while as I listened to his slow breathing, and then I felt myself being roused as Khaled slowly began to extract his soft cock from my mouth.

"Time to get up Jamie. Come, let's get breakfast."

I got up and headed straight for the bathroom since my bladder was bursting. After washing up I headed back out to the kitchen. While my stomach was a bit unsettled from all his urine, it wasn't so bad that I couldn't eat. I decided to pass on cereal though since I didn't want more fluids. Instead, I opted for toast and jam with some orange juice.

"So, what did you want to do today?" Khaled said as I was finishing up.

"I dunno. What do you want to do?"

Khaled's tone became serious, as he looked me dead in the eyes, "No Jamie. Today is for you. This is our last day together, and you will choose. We can do everything or nothing. You choose."

Although Khaled did this to me sometimes, I usually just picked something simple and let him take it from there. This time was different, and I could see it in his eyes. This time I would fully have to lead our encounter. Frankly, I didn't know what to think. Let's remember that I did all this for him, not me. I never got any sexual stimulation out of this. Yeah I would get hard sometimes, but it was the emotional experience that I craved. That closeness with him fed my mind something that my body never desired. The need for companionship - even if it had a sexual element - was something missing in my life.

Now though, Khaled was asking me to choose how to please him. As I said, it was odd since I never did these sex things for me. So instead, I decided just to do it all. Everything and anything. Today would be the day we got to experience everything we had done throughout our relationship, since it was likely that I would never see him again. I wanted to have a day to remember, but I also wanted him to remember me. When he thinks about this day, I want him to remember the pleasure I gave him just as much as I remember the companionship he gave me.

It's hard though. When you're eleven, it seems weird to ask someone older to do something sexual when you don't 'feel it' the same way. In any case, I just started to take pages out of my mind. I had learned so much in all this time, and I had become an expert at pleasuring him sexually. All I needed to do was just to think outwards instead of inwards.

"Ummm, OK. Lie down on the bed?"

"Shall I take off my underwear?"

I let out a small giggle at the silliness of his remark. "Yeah..."

Khaled stared at me as he undressed, and soon he was naked and I watched him as he moved to the bed. "Facing up, or down?"

"Down." I replied, as I watched him lie face down on his daybed. Walking over to him, I crawled onto the bed in the space between his legs. Then bending down I started to kiss his bum. Usually he just liked me to stick my tongue in his hole, but today I just felt an overwhelming desire to kiss and lick all over his ass. Khaled started to moan, and his crotch started to grind into the bed as I continued to gently kiss and lick him. Finally, after I was sure I have covered just about everything, I kissed my way to his hole. As I pushed my face between his cheeks, Khaled let out a loud gasp, something I don't think I have ever heard him do before. Sure, he had let out small ones, but this almost sounded like the kind of gasp I let out when I sat on his penis after not doing it for a while. Deep down inside the gasp told me that I was doing a good thing, and all of a sudden, something happened. A sly grin crept over my face, as I paused, and then attacked his ass with my tongue. Something had taken over me. Instead of Khaled being the aggressor, it was me this time. It was an amazing sense of power to know what I was doing to him as he just laid there. Despite this not being sexually erotic to me, I was in fact getting emotionally 'turned on' by his reactions.

"No Jamie, please stop... I don't want to mess the bed sheets!"

Knowing he was this close I backed off, then quickly grabbing his waist with both hands, I heaved and tried to pull him onto his back. He was very heavy to someone my age, so once he felt what I was doing he rolled over. As soon as he did, I grabbed his cock with my hands - since there was no time to waste - and plunged it down to the base in my mouth and throat.

"Ahhhh Allahhhhh!" Khaled cried out.

His hands flew up and grabbed my head. With a few hard and forceful thrusts into my gullet, he started to orgasm so hard his body was twitching on the bed. He continued to grunt as his sperm was being delivered straight into my throat. The pressure on my head was so intense that my nose was crushed deep into his crotch. Although I couldn't breathe at all, I knew it wouldn't last long. So I just grabbed onto his thighs and held on for dear life as he had one of the most powerful orgasms I have ever seen him have. Finally, his penis stopped twitching, and he relaxed his grip on my head. With a pop, I pulled up and took some deep gulps of air, before I settled my mouth back down onto his organ to catch the weeping after flow.

Khaled was breathing deeply trying to regain his breath, as he ran the fingers of one hand lovingly through my hair. "Oh Allah... Oh Jamie... I swear I have never... Oh...." Still out of breath, he gave up trying to explain his feelings as I reached out and laced the fingers of my hand with the hand of his that wasn't in my hair. He gripped back, and we laid there for a good five minutes in silence, with me motionless and his deflated penis now lying lifelessly in my mouth.

"Did you need to pee Khaled? I'll drink it."

"No Jamie, you have done too much already."

"Really, it's OK, I'll do it."

"Are you sure? I don't want to upset your stomach."

"It's OK, I'll do it." I replied one last time as I sunk my head back down over his cock. While I really didn't want to do it again so soon, I wasn't about to tell him that. It didn't take long before Khaled's hand came up to steady my head, and then I felt the familiar twitch as his urine began to slowly drain into my mouth. Unlike on other occasions where I would either close my eyes or stare straight in front of me, this time I leaned my head back so I could look up into his eyes. As soon as I did, I could see him looking down at me and our eyes met. Khaled lovingly cradled my head and ran his fingers through my hair as he quietly moaned in pleasure at the sight of me between his legs drinking his piss as I gazed longingly up into his eyes. Again, he took his time, and again we shared a special moment where I became the receptacle for his urine. It was the ultimate show of affection, to drink another person's waste products. However, soon it came to an end, especially since he had gone in my mouth not too long ago.

"I think I will need a rest." Khaled said as he extracted slowly his cock from my mouth. "You have drained me, and I do not mean my pee. I have never experienced something so powerful Jamie. You are a remarkable boy. Truly remarkable."

As you can expect, him gushing praise about my oral skills had me blushing with pride. "It wasn't that good, was it?"

"I swear to Allah, that was the best you have ever done since I have known you. You have become a master in how use your mouth. I must rest now."

In all the time I had pleasured Khaled, he had NEVER needed to rest. Not once. He would always roll from one orgasm to the other as he relaxed and enjoyed me pleasuring him. So this was really out of the ordinary. "Can we lay in bed together?"

"Of course, turn on the television and we can watch it for a while."

I got up and padded myself over to the television, turned it on, and then went back to bed and snuggled my back against Khaled's chest as he wrapped his arm around me and covered us with the blanket. This was the last day I would be able to 'cuddle' with Khaled. As I let my mind drift, my body relaxed as I felt the heat of his chest against my back. Despite fighting to stay awake, soon I found myself closing my eyes.


CHAPTER 27

"Jamie...?" Khaled said quietly as he gently shook me awake. "You fell asleep. It's lunchtime now, come get up and have something to eat."

"Why didn't you wake me sooner?" I asked, somewhat annoyed that he let me sleep this long when it was our last day together.

"You are still very tired it would seem."

It did make sense. I wouldn't have fallen asleep otherwise. What was it about being around him that made me so relaxed? I can't explain it, but when we were spooning in bed I just felt, 'safe', if that doesn't sound too weird.

"Well don't let me sleep anymore."

"Come. Eat." Khaled said as he waved his hands at me.

Without bothering to get dressed, I walked over to the table and sat down to eat my sandwich as he did the same. Again over lunch we talked about things we did in the past, including the trip to the carnival and how I accidentally drank his pee out of a cup. We had a laugh about that, and about him not having a clue how to drive the bumper cars.

With lunch finished, again it fell to me to direct our activities.

"So, what shall we do this afternoon? Would you like to rest now?"

"Noooo... This is our last day!"

"What then?"

"Can we do it in the chair like before?"

"OK, but let me get us a blanket since it's a bit cool." Khaled went to his bed and grabbed one of his blankets, laying it on his chair. He had it positioned so that once he sat down he could wrap it around us. Always considering detail, he even made sure there was room for my feet on each side. After sitting down, he put some gel on his penis. "Come Jamie, put some in your bottom and join me."

I did as suggested, wincing a bit because it had been a while since I had last had sex. With what I felt was enough gel in my bum, I walked over and carefully climbed up on the chair. Placing my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, I lowered myself down. Amazingly, I managed to hit the bull's-eye on my first try. As I usually did, I instinctively tensed up, but Khaled said nothing. He wanted this to be something I did of my own free will, so I girded myself and pushed. All at once, I felt the head of his cock pop into my ass, and I let out a surprised gasp. I lifted my eyes up to Khaled's as I stared at him while sinking downwards in a rocking motion.

Once fully inside me, Khaled pushed my feet off the side of the chair, so gravity would keep me in place, and then he wrapped the blankets around us. With the two of us comfortable, he started to slowly rock in and out. Meanwhile his hands snaked their way under the blankets and his fingers laced themselves together on my buttocks.

I let out a sigh as I quickly came to remember what this was like. Without prompting, I just wrapped my arms around Khaled and rested my head on his chest. Then closing my eyes I gave myself over to the experience. I'm not sure how long were doing this, since I drifted in and out of a light sleep on occasion. Each time he pushed his penis up my bum it rocked us, and the rocking motion was very relaxing. I remember the first time he came since there was urgency in his thrusts. With his hands gripping my waist to hold me down tight to his groin, he grunted as I felt the hot streams of his cum as they rushed inside of me. A smile crept onto my face as I realized how this must have pleased him. Nevertheless, he kept himself inside me and we just stayed motionless for a while.

"Do you want more Jamie?" Khaled asked as his penis began to shrink.

"Yeah, keep going until I say to stop." I replied, since I was too comfortable to move. He said it was my day, so I figured I would take advantage of it.

Without saying anything more, Khaled slowly started to hump my buttocks as a means to prevent himself from shrinking any further. Soon I felt him hardening again, and his thrusts resumed while the chair started to rock. I just relaxed and let him work my ass with his cock, as my body would rise and fall slightly with each of his thrusts. Again, I found myself drifting off, but to his credit Khaled kept going. He did take breaks on occasion after he creamed my insides, but after a short respite, I would feel him start to pump me again. The speed of his thrusts would wake me up when he was about to cum and afterwards I would clench and release my buttock muscles to keep him going.

"Jamie?" Khaled asked of me after he had cum inside me for the third or forth time.

"Hmmm?" I groggily replied.

"Do you want more?" he asked, again making me take the lead.

"Let's take a break. I'm a bit tired."

"Of course, shall we lie in bed?"

"Yeah OK." I replied with a smile, since that was something I would never get tired of.

After grabbing the blanket from the chair, Khaled loaded me into his bed. Soon we were spooned and he was hugging my back with his arm wrapped around me.

As much as I didn't want to rest, it was tiring doing sex for long periods of time. Again, I was out like a light in Khaled's arms, trying to soak up every minute that I could before I had to leave. Just as had happened at lunch, I found myself asleep and being called to dinner by Khaled.

"Time to wake up Jamie, I have your dinner prepared."

As I raised my head from the pillow, I could smell the Kraft dinner. "What time is it?"

"Almost six o'clock. Come... eat..."

While I was going to complain about him letting me sleep too long, there is something about Kraft dinner that just takes all your cares away. Again, I found myself naked at the kitchen table, although each time I did it the 'odd' feeling I had diminished. Nevertheless, it still felt a bit weird. It didn't take me long to finish eating, since I loved Kraft dinner, so I was again supposed to deicide what to do next. With the end of the day drawing near, I was starting to get a bit depressed.

"What is it?" Khaled asked, clearly he could see my mood was shifting.

"The time is going so fast." My hands were fidgeting in my lap, as I looked downward.

"I cannot do anything about that." Khaled took my dirty dish and began to wash it.

"I know; I just wish we had more time."

"Go lay down in bed and I will be with you once I am done here."

Without replying I walked over to the daybed and snuggled myself under the covers. I laid there pondering how our night would end. While I knew that I would want to suck his penis, since I hadn't done that yet, I was trying to decide how to do it. I was still exhausted, and I was worried I would fall asleep if I got too relaxed. Hearing the toilet flush in the distance, I looked towards the washroom to see Khaled exiting and heading towards the bed to join me.

"So, what shall we do now?"

"Can I suck it?"

"Suck what?"

"Yuno, your thing."

"What thing? What did you want to suck?" Khaled asked, clearing antagonizing me, but not in a malicious way.

"Your cock, I want to suck your cock!" I said in an uncharacteristically bold manner, since I don't think I had ever used the word cock in that way before.

"Ohhh, that 'thing'..." he said as he dragged out saying the word 'that'.

"I don't want to fall asleep this time though. You keep letting me sleep, and I can do that tomorrow. I want to stay up all night. Promise you won't let me fall asleep."

"Are you sure, you'll be very tired if you do that." Khaled offered with a note of caution in his voice.

"I know, but I wanna do it no matter what. Promise?"

"OK Jamie, I promise not to let you sleep. You have my word." he said as he went to turn on the television. "Let me turn on the TV so that it can help to keep us awake." While he turned on the TV, he kept the volume low so it wouldn't be a distraction. Unlike at other times, he left the lights on. "So, where is my place?" he asked as he stood beside the bed.

I had been sprawled across the bed, so I sat up and moved down towards the bottom of the bed. Seeing I was making room for him, Khaled slid in at the top of the bed and laid his body down. Once in place, I maneuvered myself to the open space he made between his legs. With some twisting and turning to get into a comfortable position, I kept my arms underneath me and laid my head beside his organ. Gaping my mouth open, I sucked in the spongy head of his penis. I started sucking in an aggressive manner, since I was so eager to make him cum in my mouth.

"No Jamie." Khaled said as his hands reached down to grab my head and stop it from moving. "You are doing the same now as you did the very first time. Do not rush." With that, he moved the blankets to cover us, leaving only our heads exposed to the cooler air. Once covered he laid his hands on my head and kept it motionless. "This is your last time, enjoy every moment. Go very slowly and feel everything in your mouth."

I knew he was right, so I relaxed and kept his penis in my mouth while I worked it over with my tongue. As we had done in the past, we just let ourselves become lost in the moment. I'd keep sucking and licking, and then when he started to get aroused I would increase my efforts and be rewarded. Then after swallowing down his salty offering, I would let the remainder leak into my mouth before pulling off and giving my jaw a break while I laid my head on his thigh. This would take about a half-hour each time, and after the first few orgasms, I was starting to get tired. So when my eyes started to close Khaled kept his word and did not let me sleep.

"No... Open your mouth Jamie. Come on, open..." he demanded in a firm but gentle manner, while pushing his penis between my lips.

I was roused from my light slumber with him pushing a cock into my mouth, as I let out a small moan and tried to pull off. I was tired, and while I didn't want to sleep, I did want to sleep. I know it doesn't make sense, but it was a battle. My lethargy was battling my mind for supremacy, and right now my lethargy was trying to pull me off his organ so I could sleep. Khaled was having none of it though, and he succeeded in forcing the head of his penis into my mouth.

"Mmmfff!" I protested.

"I promised this. You wanted to stay awake all night."

He was right of course, this was what I wanted. So I stopped struggling and moaned in resignation as he held my head with his hands and started to undulate in and out of my mouth.

"Shhh..." Khaled offered in response to my moans. "Just relax." he continued while he weaved his hands through my hair, then feeling me relax and submit he added, "That's right Jamie, you relax now, we still have many hours to go."

So began my trip into an alternate consciousness. It's weird when you are on the edge between being awake and asleep. You almost start to feel that reality is a dream and dream is reality.

After an hour and another couple orgasms, Khaled stopped moving and held his penis in place. After squeezing my earlobes to make sure I was awake he said, "Obe darta shat."

For my part I didn't remember that phrase, so I was about to pull back and ask when I felt the twitch of his penis and the release of urine into my mouth. "Mmmmfff..." I protested, not so much because I objected to it, but just because I wasn't expecting it.

"Shhhh..." he said as he stroked my hair.

I kept swallowing as he slowly released his bladder into my mouth. Like before, he was really taking his time so that I wouldn't be pressured to swallow as quickly. After a minute or so had passed, his stream came to an end. However, it didn't take long before his hands gripped my head tightly and he slowly began to stroke his penis in and out of my mouth. Closing my eyes, I gave myself over to him, as he slowly enjoyed my mouth. Again I fell into my alter consciousness, although this time it was a bit uncomfortable since my jaw was hurting. He hadn't given me a break after he peed, but I was almost too tired to care. Finally, after he had one more orgasm, I pulled off.

"I need to use the bathroom."

"OK." he replied as he too got up.

As Khaled went to the kitchen to get a drink, I started to drain some of his urine from my bladder. It would seem this wouldn't be the last time I did this. I let out a sigh as I finished peeing, then I washed my hands and went back to join him in bed. "Can we take a break?"

"Of course, but you must stay sitting."

Khaled was taking his promise to me seriously, but that was OK since if he didn't I would be asleep already and it would be morning and I would be ready to leave. Instead, it was only ten o'clock and we still had many hours to go. Pulling the blankets over us, we sat and watched TV for a while, and when the eleven o'clock news came on, I decided that I wanted to do more while I still had my wits about me.

"Let me lie down and you can do me that way." I said as I lay on my stomach on the bed and closed my eyes.

With my bottom exposed, it was clear to Khaled what I wanted. After grabbing the tube of gel and putting some on his penis, he proceeded to clamber over my prone body. I felt the bed move as he knelt astride me, and then I began to feel the pressure as he started to press his cock inside me. Once the head popped in, I gasped inaudibly, and then relaxed as I felt him press himself in deeper. Finally, he was in all the way, and he began to stroke in and out. With my head lying on my crossed arms, I relaxed as my body started rocking back and forth.

After roughly thirty minutes, Khaled's strokes became stronger, and soon I heard him grunt as he pressed as deep as possible. After letting out a sigh of pleasure, he decided to check to make sure I hadn't fallen asleep.

"Jamie?"

"Mmmm?" I moaned in reply.

"Are you still awake?"

"Yeah."

"Shall I do it again?"

"Yeah..." I absent-mindedly replied, since I was so very relaxed and didn't feel like moving.

"OK." he replied, and soon my body began to rock once more.

All of a sudden, I found myself being shaken awake by Khaled.

"Jamie... Jamie..." he said as pulled at my shoulder.

"Yeah?" I replied groggily.

"You fell asleep. Come, it's time for you to sit on me." he announced as he was pulling me up from the bed.

"I'm tired." I whined, but nevertheless I allowed him to pull me up. Once I was standing, he laid down on the bed in my place. "I have to pee." I announced, seeing as I was up. Once I had returned from draining more of his urine from my body, he waved me over.

"Go ahead and sit." he directed while stroking him penis slowly.

While I was tired, this was what I asked for. Climbing up on to the bed I carefully maneuvered myself over his groin, and then lowered myself down. With Khaled's hands to guide me, I was skewered on the first try.

"Ahhh..." he moaned as I slipped my feet out from under me to allow my body to drop to its knees.

Once in place, I began to push myself up and down at a very relaxed pace. Since I didn't have a lot of energy, I wasn't really moving too far up or down, but Khaled didn't seem to mind as he laced his fingers behind his head. After the first ten minutes, I whined a bit about being tired, but Khaled just shushed me and reminded me of my request. So I continued to rock myself up and down on his shaft, with my eyes closed and my head rolling loosely. Having sustained myself for nearly a half-hour, I was completely spent. Frankly, I think that was Khaled's idea all along. He knew this would make me tired enough to want to sleep.

"Khaled?" I asked, still rocking myself down on his cock.

"Yes?" he replied without opening his eyes.

"I'm too tired now. You don't have to keep me awake anymore."

"That's good, you need your rest." he remarked as he opened his eyes and looked at me.

"Can we do it until I fall asleep? Yuno, I lay on my side and put it in me that way?"

"Of course."

"Let me pee first." As I went to the bathroom, Khaled got up and shut off the television and the lights. He was getting another drink in the kitchen when I made it back into bed. When he approached the bed, I stopped him. "Wait." I said, and then sitting at the edge of the bed, I sucked his cock into my mouth. I spent about ten minutes doing this, and then I pulled off and laid down in bed.
Since I liked sleeping at the outside, Khaled climbed over me and slid in behind me. With his penis already hard, he had no trouble guiding the slick member between my cheeks. He lifted a foot over me, and placed it so that it was in front of my crotch. With his leverage in place, he began to push in. He hadn't used the gel this time, but my saliva and his previous secretions in my bum seemed to be enough to allow him passage. I let out a gasp as the head popped inside me, and then Khaled removed his foot and just wrapped his arm around me to hold me in place while he slowly slid all the way in to the base.

"Ahhhh..." he gently sighed as he held himself in place, enjoying my tight hole as it contracted around him. After a minute or so he began his slow thrusting, working his cock in all the way, before pulling it almost all the way out.

"Khaled?"

"Yes?"

"You can keep going after I'm asleep."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, do it as long as you want. OK?"

"If that's what you want."

While his left arm was wrapped around my stomach to hold me in place, I pulled his right arm under my head so I could lay on it. He moved it into place and I let myself slowly be rocked to sleep. A couple times, I was roused from my sleep when he was near release, since he would become more aggressive and the rocking would wake me. When that happened I smiled to myself and just waited for him to finish before I feel back asleep again. After the second time I was awakened, I slept through the night.

Morning was here, and I found myself being roused by Khaled who was already fully dressed.

"Time to get up Jamie, your parents will be here soon."

I blinked my eyes to try and get my bearings. With my eyes now open, my mind was drawn to a dull ache in my bum. With all the sex we had yesterday, it wasn't really a surprise.

"How long?"

"They told me they should arrive at ten o'clock; it's almost nine o'clock now. You should wash up in the bathroom and then get dressed; I have cereal for you to eat when you are done."

Although I felt like a zombie, I nevertheless did as suggested and got dressed, then ate my cereal. I was still sad about leaving, but I was 'past' it now. I didn't feel like crying anymore, since I had come to accept that there was nothing I could do anymore.

While it would make for a great ending if I was able to give him one final fantastic blowjob, that's not what ended up happening. When I tried to pull down his zipper, he stopped me.

"Please Khaled? Just one last time?"

"No Jamie, it's over now. Come; let's sit together before your parents arrive."

So that's what we did. He went to the daybed and sat down in a semi-recumbent manner, and I cuddled up between his legs and laid my head on his chest. Fully clothed, we sat in silence the entire time. The only sounds were our breathing as he gently weaved one hand through my hair. When we heard the car pull into the driveway, we looked at each other. I stood up and began to walk towards the basement door. I was on the verge of tears, but I didn't want to start crying or my parents would ask why.

Hearing the outer door open, I turned away from Khaled as I heard someone on the basement stairs.

There was a knock on the door. "Ready to go hon?" came the cheerful voice of my mother.

"Be right there." I yelled back as I heard her walk back up. I was in the middle of the room now, and Khaled was standing up beside his daybed.

"Goodbye Jamie. You have been very good to me, and I will always remember you." he announced in a solemn voice. "I want you to have this." he added as he pulled out a sheet from under his bed.

It was a page from one of his sketching pads, I could recognize the paper. When I turned it around to look at it, I was greeted with a sketched drawing of my face. I was amazed at the detail. I knew he was talented, since I had seen some of his drawings, but this was the best I had ever seen. He must have put a lot of time into it. Walking back over to him, I reached out and took it.

"Thank you." I replied back quietly, still coming to terms with my immediate departure. Although I wanted to say goodbye, I knew if I said it, I would break down. So I just threw my arms open and gave him a hug as my eyes watered. After holding on for as long as I could, I knew I had to let go. So I turned around and left.

I never saw Khaled again.


EPILOGUE

Many years later, when I was looking at universities, I went back to my old town. While I was considering going to university here, I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious about Khaled. After pulling up in front of my old house, I summoned up my courage and rang the front doorbell. Following a brief conversation, my hopes were dashed. When the current owners bought the house a few years ago, there was no tenant in the basement.

Of course, it only made sense when I was thinking about it later. It had been eight years, and he would be in his mid-20's now. He would likely have finished post-secondary education, and moved on with life. I would have went to his uncle's house, but I had no clue where it was. I wasn't paying attention to where we drove. Sure, I knew roughly where it was, but I'd never be able to find it.  As for Farhan and Abbas's house, I did go over, and there too I found that they had moved a year after I did.

As for me, Khaled was the last same-sex partner I ever had. I often find myself wondering if he thinks about me. Does he miss what we did together? While some might consider what he did to be abuse, I never saw it that way. Sure, I didn't like what went on at camp with the other boys, and I don't look back on those events fondly. However, I didn't see my time with Khaled in the same way. There was a level of intimacy with Khaled that transcended the difference in our ages and the nature of our relationship. While it was completely one-sided in a sexual manner, it was the emotional benefit that was my reward.

He took that lonely boy that I was and provided a 'big brother' that cared for him. In return, I gave him my body - and I have no regrets.

At the end of it all, I considered it a fair trade.

 


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