Aladdin

From Chapter 2
Aladdin wrapped his arm around Ahmad. He knew he had all the pieces to make a happy life, a wondrous life. “I love you more than anything,” he told Ahmad. “If you weren’t already my prince, you would make you my prince.”

-1-

Ahmad reached down and retrieved some of his seed as it escaped from inside Aladdin. He lubricated the hard rod that pointed straight skyward from Aladdin’s loins. He retrieved more and lubricated his hole.

“Aladdin, my love, fill me with your life juice so that we are bound together forever.” Ahmad rolled onto his back and stretched his legs out as far as he could make them go.

Moving between Ahmad’s legs, Aladdin adjusted himself and pushed into Ahmad. The two men twisted together. Aladdin wrapped his arms over Ahmad’s knees and threaded them under the shoulders to grasp onto Ahmad. He pushed himself into Ahmad’s hole until he could push no further.

Ahmad’s hands held Aladdin’s butt. He kneaded each cheek muscle as he tried to pull Aladdin even closer. Aladdin made small thrusting motions into the prince as he sucked Ahmad’s lower lip into his mouth and flicked at it with his tongue. Ahmad pushed his face up and into Aladdin’s; their open mouths and tongue did a love dance as Aladdin pulled his manhood several inches out of Ahmed before plunging his erection back in. Both men gripped the other tightly. Their moans and squeals evidenced their enjoyment of each.

Aladdin’s body became rigid, and he pulled his head back. He stared into Ahmad’s eyes; his head nodded. “Yes. Yes,” he exclaimed.

Ahmad nodded back. “I’m ready for you,” he replied breathlessly.

Aladdin’s seed left him in three large loads. Ahmad had said he was ready, but he wasn’t expecting the size of the seed deposit that had been made inside him. Ahmad sucked air rapidly into his lungs, and Aladdin was frozen in place by the enormity of his release and the accompanying pleasure which it gave him.

As the two men entangled from one another, Aladdin’s now softening penis was pushed forcibly from its place inside the man he loved. A loud plop was heard, and the gush of semen that streamed from his hole surprised both of them.

“I wanted to hold it within me, but you gave me too much,” smiled Ahmed.

“I might try to give you less next time, but I cannot guarantee it. I wish to stay with you here and hold you. May I?”

“Oh, yes, my sweet Aladdin. Stay with me. We have another hour before we need to change for the tour of the City. I am anxious to see what you have told me. We need to rid the City of hunger and homelessness. But in this moment, I am selfish, and I wish to hold you.”

Aladdin memorized each sensation, and as he considered the position of each appendage and the angle of each joint, he allowed himself to see with his skin. His eyes remained closed. The image of Ahmad and him formed slowly but accurately, and he kept the joys of what had happened to him in the last few days in his heart.

-2-

The clothing that Ahmad brought for them to wear was too clean according to Aladdin. They needed to be dusty, covered with the dirt kicked up by worn shoes. It was a perfect opportunity for the genie to prove himself to Ahmad. “Bring the clothing. I told the genie to stay in Mephisto’s house and let me know if he came back.”

The two men and two guards walked to Mephisto’s home; Ahmad told the guards to wait outside. 

The house was not empty. The servants were going about their daily activities. “Have you seen a man in gold robes,” asked Aladdin.

“He stands in your quarters, sir.”

“Stands?” asked Aladdin as he went into his chambers.

The genie was standing in the same location he had been when Aladdin left him to confront Mephisto. “Good afternoon, Master.”

“Did he just call you ‘master?” asked Ahmad.

Aladdin smiled broadly. “Yes, he did. A few more sessions like earlier, and you may start calling me ‘master’ as well.” Aladdin began to laugh.

“You be sure to make that happen.” Ahmad smiled back.

Aladdin turned his attention back to the man dressed in gold. “Good afternoon, Genie. Have you been standing in this same spot the entire time I’ve been gone?”

“Yes, you told me to wait here for your call.”

“Oh, Genie, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean that you had to just stand there. I guess I need to be careful as to what I tell you.”

“So, Genie,” said Ahmad. “Aladdin tells me that you’re a great magician.”

“No, sir. I am not a magician. I beg his pardon, he must have misspoken. I am a genie, not a magician.”

“I apologize; he did say genie. I didn’t realize there was a difference.” Ahmad nodded his head.

“Magicians do tricks; while some do have weak magical powers, genies can do almost anything.”

“Well, we don’t need anything that grand right now,” said Aladdin. “We need these clothes to look as though we’ve been living in them for a while.”

“It is done,” said the genie. Immediately Aladdin and Ahmed were dressed in worn, slightly dusty clothing with worn sandals on their feet.

“Camel feces. Wow,” exclaimed Ahmad. He is a genie.”

“And I think he should join us. I am used to being on the street. People will know me, but you, Prince Ahmad, may be recognized. There are unscrupulous people out there, and you will not have your guards.”

“That is a wise observation. You are right, he should join us.”

“Genie, dress yourself as we are dressed, and send up to the alley behind Amir’s Bakery.”

The three men were standing behind the bakery instantly. They went through the streets, and Aladdin pointed out the elderly, the disabled, and the young that he knew often struggled for food. Ahmad wondered how they might tell the difference between those who went hungry and those who might take advantage.

“I wonder if there are those who would forgo a meal at a café to have a free meal.”

“That is true,” said Aladdin. “There are probably a few who would take advantage.

The genie bent down and touched the face of a young boy with a dirty face. “You are very hungry, aren’t you?”

The boy looked up with a blank stare. The genie reached into his pocket and pulled out a small croissant with a pâté filling. “Eat slowly my child.” The boy took it and bit a piece from the end. 

“Thank you most kindly, sir.”

“Genie,” asked Ahmad, “are you able to determine who is truly poor and unable to afford food from those who can afford it?”

“Of course, sir.”

“And what do you do when Aladdin doesn’t need you?”

“Unless he had told me otherwise, I would go to my home and wait for him to call me.”

“Do you get bored?” Ahmad continued.

“Immensely.”

Aladdin looked up at Ahmad and raised his eyebrows. “I think it’s a great idea.”

“What?” smiled Ahmad.

“Genie, you gave that little boy food without being asked. He touched your heart didn’t he?”

“Yes, my master. His call for food was stronger than I could resist.”

“Call me, Aladdin. Would you like to make sure that hungry people received food?”

“It would be an honor to serve in such a manner. How would you like me to accomplish this task?”

“You do it the way you think is best. I want you to have the freedom to do what you want when you want to do it,” Aladdin told him. “I may need help from time to time, but I do not want my every whim to be made real.”

“Maybe you should set him free then.” Ahmad moved his hand to Aladdin’s shoulder. “We will have all we ever need.”

“If I am set free by a master, I will be forced to return to my home, and it will again be a prison for me. Aladdin will not be able to call me forth. I shall be trapped.”

“Well, feces.”

“You curse too much, Ahmad. Genie, if I command you to feed the hungry of the City for all time, in whatever way you deem best, will you still be able to do what you wish to do during the times you’re not feeding them.”

“Yes, Aladdin. And I will still be able to do other things for you.”

“Make it so, then.”

The genie nodded.

“I still want a place for the homeless to rest and sleep. But there is no place in the City to build a structure to provide shelter for them. We would have to demolish something to build something new.”

“What about extending the wall of the city?” asked Aladdin.

Before Ahmad could answer, there was a commotion in front of them.

“Take them to the palace,” shouted one man.

“Kill them now,” hollered another as he struck the men with a stick.

“Cut off their manhoods and send them into the desert.”

“Spear them through their asses,” screamed a woman from a balcony.

Someone from the crowd began to kick one of the men.

“Genie,” said Ahmad. “Change me back to my royal robes, and make sure there are guards on their way.”

The genie turned to Aladdin.

“Make it so, Genie.”

At once all three were dressed in their previous splendor.

“What is happening here?” asked Prince Ahmad in a loud voice.

Faces turned and heads bowed. No one spoke.

“I asked a question; will no one answer?”

One of the men being held spoke up. “My Prince, I am Zeeshan; these men broke into my private chambers while I was with my friend. My uncle here wants to steal my part of our business, so he looks for any excuse to get rid of me.”

“Who is his uncle?” Ahmad asked.

The man who had shouted, “Kill them now,” stepped forward. “He was caught in bed with his friend; they were having intercourse. I will not have that in my home.”

“It is my home,” spoke Zeeshan.

“We will discuss this further in front of my father, the Sultan; for he is wise and just.” In his heart, Ahmad worried though. Would his father be just with this man?

The guards arrived, and Ahmad made sure that the uncle was also taken for possible breaking and entering. Ahmad gave additional directions to the guards and went back to Aladdin. “I am concerned for their future.”

“I have not heard of anything ever happening to men accused of loving another man, but I know that our society has said that such men should die. That is why I have kept my feelings a secret.”

“As have I,” nodded Ahmad.  “Is now the time for us to tell?”

Next installment:  The lovers are brought before the Sultan, and Mephisto makes a return.