The Prince and his Harem

“So,” the uncle smiled at his 16-year old nephew, “how did you like the new tutor?”

“Oh, Uncle Nahed,” the prince said, eagerness overflowing, “he is so good. I never thought…”

Prince Hamed was thinking of the tent scene a few hours ago when his uncle had brought in a birthday surprise for him, the English foreigner, to tutor him in the pleasures of life. At that time, the young prince had no idea about such “pleasures” until he was told to get naked with Robert, the English escort, until he held Robert’s uncircumcised cock, until he felt Omar the Eunuch’s mouth around his own 20-centimeter cut cock, until he watched his uncle naked and serviced by Robert and Omar from the front and the behind, until he experienced shooting thick ropes of young teen semen down Omar’s throat instead of onto his own hand.

The experience had left the young prince speechless, breathless, but his nuts were still full and he felt that there was much more to come.

“Thought?” the uncle’s smile widened. “What did you think, my boy?”

“I don’t know, uncle, but,” Hamed seemed to hesitate. “I thought that what happened earlier with Robert and Omar should have happened with houris instead, shouldn’t it?”

“Should it?” Nahed countered, fully understanding the boy’s confusion and wanting to put him at ease.

The Sheikh and his nephew were watching two of Nahed’s boys, both around 16 years old, both dark-skinned, making out on the carpet in front of them, kissing each other and rubbing their hands all over each other’s semi-naked bodies. They were a part of Sheikh Nahed’s boy-harem, which he kept in his palace for his pleasure. They were wearing loincloths only, and Hamed was able to glimpse balls and cock heads as the boys moved against each other.

“Look at those two delicious boys, Hamed. What do you think? Do they excite you?”

The prince hesitated. Of course, the scene excited him. His cock was hurting him, erecting so hard under his white robes.

“Well?” the uncle insisted. “What if we brought in the two houris, Aisha and Jamila, and had them kiss each other on the carpet. Would that excite you also?”

Hamed had to admit: The two teen boys were extremely erotic.

“I like the boys more, Uncle,” the young prince finally hesitantly admitted in a whisper.

“That’s what I thought,” Nahed sighed and clapped his hands.

The two boys broke their embrace and moved over to where the Sheikh and his nephew reclined. They lay on either side of the young prince and started to rub his body with their hands. Soon, they moved closer and their lips caressed the prince’s neck from both sides. The two boys, as if on cue, moved their hands up under the prince’s dishdash, along his thighs, reaching his crotch, cupping his balls, and massaging his rock-hard teen cock.

Hamed eyed his uncle as he was being ministered by the two hot teenagers. He felt about to climax into their eager hands.

“When you feel you are getting near to exploding,” Robert whispered into Hamed’s ear from behind, “reach down and press under you balls, Prince. This will delay the ejaculation and prolong the pleasure.”

Where in the name of the Almighty had Robert come from? Hamed did not see the English escort enter the hall of his uncle’s villa. Nevertheless, he reached down and pressed under his balls. The feeling of nutting receded slowly. The two boys helped Hamed out of his dishdash. Robert was squatting behind him. His uncle was right there beside him, still fully dressed in his robes, but was grabbing his own erection.

Robert wrapped his arms around Hamed’s waist, pressing his front onto the prince’s back.

Hamed did not know which sensation gave him more pleasure: Robert’s erection at his lower back, the boys’ servicing his dick and balls with their hands, or his uncle’s evident excitement as he stroked his huge member inside his robes. Combined, they made him float onto an erotic level that he had never experienced before. Robert’s cock grinded on the small of Hamed’s back as the two boys bent onto his cock and started licking and sucking and fondling after raising the dishdash up to his waist and pulling his half shorts down his thighs.

Hamed’s eyes opened wide as he watched his uncle stand up and take off his robes, exposing his manly, hairy chest, and his monster of a cock. Nahed stepped closer to the prince, who was already shaking with Robert’s throbbing cock prodding his lower back and with the two teenagers working his dick and balls. Nahed’s cock was inches away from Hamed’s face. Instinctively, the prince bent and kissed his uncle’s cock.

Arching his back, holding onto his nephew’s hair, Sheikh Nahed pushed his cock between Hamed’s eager lips and into his mouth. There was no way that the prince would be able to swallow all nine inches of his uncle’s manhood. His jaws stretched wide, his lips wrapped around the head, pressing just below the ridge, his nose full of his uncle’s muskiness.

Nahed did not force himself onto the initiated young prince. Let the kid take his time. Even Robert, the escort, had found it difficult to swallow the sheikh’s horse dick back in London. Nahed looked down and watched the boy gobble and slobber around the thick cockhead. Robert, meanwhile, had raised Hamed’s butt and made him sit in his lap. Robert’s cock was trapped inside Hamed’s crack, pushing at the boy’s balls from behind. Robert’s arms held the prince tighter as he humped him. Robert licked Hamed’s neck and nape, nibbled on his ears, squeezed his nipples, kissed his shoulders, and rubbed up his cock up and down Hamed’s crack, as the prince gobbled and gagged and slobbered on hard man cock.

Hamed just could not hold back any more. He erupted with a loud moan, turning to a scream as he let go of his uncle’s cock. He pressed down harder onto Robert’s cock, which was massaging his crack, and threw his head back to be received by Robert’s waiting lips, and he shot stream after stream of hot young juice all over himself and the serving boys’ raised faces.

The young prince collapsed onto the silken pillows, breathing hard, eyes glazed, cock still dripping, thighs pressed around the foreigner’s throbbing cock, cheeks flushed, jaws aching, whole body shaking.

Where was he? Was it heaven? The seventh heaven? But the seventh heaven promised houris and milk, not men and semen. This must be so much better, he thought. How could he have felt such male hardness from behind humping him, if there had been houris instead of Robert? How could he have tasted the slick and salty pre-juice seeping out of cock, if there had been houris instead of his towering hung uncle? All he would have got would have been juggling breasts and thick thighs and stupid giggles, if there had been houris.

No, this was what he wanted, what he lusted for. His uncle was so right. In a daze, he watched as Sheikh Nahed emptied his balls into the young boys’ mouths, feeding them one squirt each, and then squirting the rest over their faces and bare chests.

Robert kissed his neck as he started to settle.

“How did you like your third lesson, Prince?”

Hamed shook with desire. He pressed his thighs tighter around Robert’s erection. He could just see the pink tip with the eye poking from between his thighs, just under his boy balls.

“How can I say when I don’t know what the fourth lesson is going to be like?” Hamed answered, squeezing the cock between his thighs.

Robert laughed. Sheikh Nahed patted him on the head. “Boy, you are growing into a man quite fast. Just like your uncle, eh? By the holy books, you are going to become the talk of the town.”

“Oh, no, Uncle,” Hamed protested. “We cannot let this become public.”

“That’s not what I meant,” his uncle smiled benevolently. “Right at this minute, Omar the eunuch is spreading word that our young prince is hung like a camel and is full of man milk like a billy goat. Soon, every princess would want to sample that hot thing between your thighs.”

“You mean this, Uncle?” Hamid grabbed Robert’s cock, still between his thighs, a wide, naughty smile on his handsome young face.

“No, boy,” the uncle answered, grabbing Hamed’s semi-erected cock. “I mean this.”

In no time, the uncle’s mouth was around the 16-year-old boy’s hardened cock slobbering and drawing another flood of hot semen. In no time, Hamed fed his uncle what he thought was a repayment for his generosity, another flood of hot semen. Robert’s cock was amazingly still hard between the prince’s thighs as the prince pressed tighter and tighter onto the throbbing erection.

The evening progressed slowly, now that everyone was comfortable with the kind of entertainment provided. Robert was glued onto the prince’s back all the time, making sure that he did not get flaccid against the prince’s body, and Hamed enjoyed the warmth and proximity of the foreigner’s naked body against his and the erected cock between his thighs.

With a sigh, Hamed rose, looked down at the delicious English escort, whose cock was hard and glistening, whose skin was white as milk, and, naked, he went to the bathroom for a piss. His own dick was slick with spit and cum as hot urine shot out of it like a flood. He heaved with satisfaction.

When he returned, everyone had dressed and was sitting on the pillows, chattering and drinking wine from his uncle’s illicit basement. In Aljawhara, alcohol was forbidden in public. But with his uncle’s contacts and status, bringing in wine and other kinds of alcohol was no problem at all. Hamed so wanted to be like his uncle. He was his role model.

“My dear boy,” Sheikh Nahed addressed his nephew. “Why don’t you and Robert here stay the night?”

Actually, Hamed preferred to return to his tent in the desert for the night, alone, with Robert. He could still feel the sensations of Robert’s hardness rubbing between his thighs. He wanted the Englishman for himself.

“Thank you, Uncle,” Hamed said, pulling on his dishdash. “But may I be excused tonight? It has been very exciting and I need to get back to my tent, if that is ok with you.”

“Ah,” the uncle smiled. “I understand. Go with the protection of the angels.”

Hamed winked at Robert and made his exit after a respectful bow to his uncle.

Walking back to his tent, a 15-minute walk in the balmy, but now getting chilly, desert evening, Hamed reflected. He was fourteen now: A man by the standards of his culture. He had definitely proven his coming of age by his manly equipment. He felt his balls twitch. But his culture demanded that he bed with a woman. All he wanted was Robert now. Robert walked alongside of him, which was somewhat strange since he was used to eunuchs and servants walking behind him. What was more exciting, Robert had wrapped his arm around his waist in a very intimate hug. He was thankful for the night darkness that hid them from probing eyes, because he really enjoyed the feel of the escort’s arm around his waist.

As if walking on air, the prince and the escort headed for the tent, where new pleasures awaited.

To be continued