The Prince and his Harem

by Simon Peter

10 Jan 2021 2926 readers Score 9.4 (49 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Prince Hamed relaxed on the silk cushions, stretching his lean body inside his white dishdash, his sandaled feet resting on the Persian carpet covering the floor of his tent. The electric fan in the corner was not doing much in lessening the desert heat inside the tent. But it was the heat of the events of the past two days that burned into the young prince’s mind.

He closed his eyes, with his hands crossed under his head, and sighed. The past two days had been filled with surprises and new experiences. He had come of age at 16. But most of all he had been initiated into such realms of physical pleasure that he had never imagined could have exited. His passion about football had diminished under the glow of the recent events, life-changing events, filled with sex and lust.

Robert. The escort. The young Englishman his uncle brought for him as a 16th birthday present. The guy proved his worth, Hamed reflected. Robert was knowledgeable and agreeable for an infidel foreigner. More than that, Hamed thought, Robert was sexy. Hamed could not believe the thoughts running in his head, the images so vivid in his mind, and the sensations streaming through his teenage body.

The stirring of an erection began under the prince’s dishdash as the image of the foreign Robert, naked and sexy, appeared behind his closed eyelids. With a heave, he opened his eyes and regarded his own crotch-tent rising, stretching the cotton cloth upwards. He reached down and touched himself. His erection was developing into a raging hardness.

Where was that foreigner fuck? Robert had promised the prince that there were more lessons in erotica, in male sex, in gay sex. The prince let go of his crotch and closed his eyes again. He could still feel the sensation of the Englishman’s proximity as he sat behind him in his uncle’s villa, naked bodies glued onto each other, the escort’s arms around his waist, fingers teasing his teenage nipples. But there was also the hardness of the Englishman’s erection between his thighs as he pressed down on the Englishman’s crotch. There had been more sensations coming through the rubbing of the foreigner’s cock between his thighs than of the sucking on his cock by one of his uncle’s boy harem.

Shit! The prince was now totally horned. It was still early morning, not even 10 o’clock, and he needed sex already. Was life going to be like this, now that he had turned a grown man? In other places, 16 was not a mature age. Sixteen-year-old boys were still treated as kids. But here, 16 was the magic figure of moving from a boy to a man. Many boys around this age in his tribe started to think of marriage, a lot of which was arranged by their parents and relatives.

Marriage? Not for the prince. Not after his experiences in the past couple of days. Oh, damn this erection! He thought of jerking off, and his hand slowly snaked down onto his crotch, grabbing the hard tool, demanding to be taken care of. But no. Masturbation was for boys, not men. The prince could easily clap his hands and have some of his uncle’s boy harem brought to him to service him. He had now experienced wet mouths and pursing lips, so much so that his hand was not a viable option anymore.

However, it was Robert that he was thinking of. He wanted Robert. Hard between his thighs. Oh, dear Almighty! Hamed shivered. He was thinking like a damn woman. A cock between his thighs? How could that be? Someone sucking his cock was one thing, acceptable and desirable and manly. Him sucking another cock, not very frequent, but still perhaps ok, not very manly, but ok. It gave him sensations down in his groin as if his lips and tongue were directly connected by a nerve straight down to his balls. But a man’s cock between his thighs? That was definitely not manly, Hamed reflected, but still it had felt delicious. Oh, boy! His erection raged.

Hamed sat up when he heard the flap of the tent open, bringing in more hot air from the desert. It was Omar, the eunuch. Strange. Hamed was thinking about Robert all this time, not about his servant eunuch. Omar had proved to be quite a man in spite of his castration. He had a big dick and he had sucked Hamed’s young cock with gusto. But Hamed wanted Robert.

“Your Highness,” the eunuch bowed. He had a fantastic body, very muscled, very smooth. But where the fuck was Robert?

“Yes,” Hamed said as he sat up, his erection still tenting his dishdash. He didn’t even try to hide the straining bulge. In fact, the young prince was proud of his manhood. It excited him even more to display it. The eunuch could gaze and watch as much as he desired.

“I was wondering, if I may,” Omar said, eyeing the young prince’s crotch and licking his lower lip, “if perhaps you would like to do what the infidel had suggested last night?”

Hamed thought back. All he could remember was the English erection throbbing between his thighs. What had Robert suggested? Shit! The infidel’s cock took over all his thoughts.

“And what would that be?” he demanded, rising, now that his erection was subsiding. He needed to pee.

“Well, your Highness, Robert said that it would be a good idea for the two of you to spend today in Maa el Badr. Only the two of you. For your next ‘lesson’.”

Oh, yes. Hamed remembered now. The infidel whispered this in his ears last night as he was thrusting his hardness up and down between Hamed’s thighs and after he heard Hamed’s moans. Robert had suggested that they should be alone in a place where they wouldn’t be interrupted. And Hamed thought that the best secluded place would be the oasis, around a 30-minute walk into the desert, Maa el Badr. It was much cooler there and the breeze through the palm trees had always been very pleasant. Many a time, Hamed had gone there when he wanted to be totally alone.

“Yes. Yes,” Hamed responded, waving his hand, dismissing the eunuch. He needed to pee.

He walked out onto the hot sand, quickly strode into the portable toilet some 20 meters away, and fished out his dick. Fuck, it was hot in there. Maa el Badr would be heavenly. And him and Robert. Alone. No interruptions. Oh, Yes. What a fantastic idea coming from the infidel. Infidels could be quite clever as well as sexy, Hamed was learning.

The young prince wondered what the Englishman had in mind for his next lesson as he shook the last drops of his circumcised penis. He looked down and was pleased with his equipment. Man-sized equipment. Robert was man-sized too. The infidel was uncircumcised, but still the equipment was impressive. Hamed shivered as he recalled how his thighs pressed around Robert’s cock, rubbing. His whole body tingled. 

When the prince got back to his tent, he clapped for the eunuch.

“Omar,” he ordered the muscled slave. “Make sure everything is taken to Maa el Badr: tent and rugs and food and drink. Tell the infidel that we move in one hour. And Omar: Make sure that no one interrupts us. And Omar: Don’t tell Uncle where we are. I will tell him myself as soon as we get back.”

The eunuch nodded, knowingly, and left with a bow.

The Englishman had told the prince that the outing was going to be a peek-neek. Hamed wondered: what the fuck is a peek-neek? He remembered his former English language tutor’s explanation of “peek”, to look secretly into something or some place. But “neek”? That was not an English word, was it? Did the infidel speak Arabic? In such a case, the Arabic word “neek” meant “fuck!” “Abghi aneekak” means “I want to fuck you.” Hamed snickered. But what did Robert mean? Fuck? Peek-fuck? The tingling between the young prince’s thighs spread throughout his entire body.

Around two hours later, the prince and his tutor, who his uncle called an “escort,” lounged inside the tent in the middle of the oasis. It was hot in spite of the breeze, but to Hamed it felt very nice. The Englishman, however, was sweating. They were sipping on some kind of cold soda.

“Well, my prince,” Robert said, laying a hand on the young boy’s thigh. “Are you ready for your next lesson?”

Hamed nodded. He didn’t appreciate the infidel calling him “my prince,” but he kept silent, wondering about the “lesson.”

Robert leaned and lightly kissed Hamed on the side of his neck, slowly moving his hand up and down the thigh. The young prince moaned.

All of a sudden, Robert stood up. “Let’s get rid of these fucking robes,” he said, pulling off his dishdash—he had been ordered to respect the local culture. “This is so fucking hot!”

Hamed watched the Englishman strip, his heart starting to race. He had seen Robert naked already, but now, with the heat and the sweat, the stripping was more erotic. Also, he noticed that Robert said “fucking.” Was that a hint of the peek-neek thing? Was the stripping the peek part? And what followed would  be the “neek” part? The Arabic neek? The tingling returned to Hamed’s balls and ass with force.

Robert was not hard. His sheathed penis hung over his hairy nuts, impressively long, but totally covered by the foreskin.

“Come closer,” Hamed said.

There was a look of irritation on Robert’s face. Hamed was used to ordering people, but Robert did not appreciate being ordered, especially by a little desert fuck like this one, even if he had all the fucking money in the world. On the other hand, the boy was rich and Robert needed the money, and Robert’s profession was prostitution.

Robert approached the reclining prince. He placed himself between Hamed’s outstretched legs, pushing them further apart with his feet. Hamed was staring at the escort’s crotch. The young prince reached for the dangling penis and held it in wonder.

“Infidel,” he said in a whisper. “We should make you get rid of this extra skin.”

Robert looked down. He definitely didn’t want his dick to be cut. He liked the foreskin. It gave shape, it helped in jerking off without a lubricant or spit, and it made the ass fucking very pleasurable as his cockhead slid in and out of the skin, squeezed by the ass muscle he was fucking.

Robert took Hamed’s hand and made him peel the skin back. The pink mushroomed head glistened. Hamed held the limp shaft gazing at the cock and its slit. His gaze shifted to the crotch. The infidel didn’t have much hair around the cock. He placed his other hand on the pubic hair. It felt silky, light brown in color, not curly and rough and black like the thick hair that had grown around his own cock. The balls hung low, the sack downy and soft.

“Lick it.” The voice came out gruff and demanding.

“Fuck you, infidel,” Hamed shouted angrily, jumping up. “A thousand and one curses fall on your head.”

Robert reacted immediately. He attacked and brought down the boy easily onto the rugs, pressing him down. Hamed was taken by surprise. He lay under Robert, unable to move.

“Listen, you little shit,” Robert said in a threatening voice. “I don’t care how much money or power you and your uncle have. Right now, I am your tutor and I am here to teach you lessons. Learn: When you are offered a man cock, take it. No buts, no apologies, no hesitation. Take the fucking cock. In your fucking prince mouth. Got it?”

Hamed was breathing hard trying to regain his composure. He was thinking that, yes, he did want to take the offered penis between his lips. Why had he gotten angry and had offended this infidel?

The prince nodded. Robert released the pressure and got off the boy.

“And by the way, Prince,” Robert thought it better not to antagonize the kid more than necessary. “Could you please drop the ‘infidel’ shit?”

Again Hamed nodded. This infidel was sexy, and he was teaching him stuff. So what if he didn’t call him an infidel. Deep down inside him, this person was still an infidel and the son of an infidel and the grandson of fucking infidels, whether he called him one or not.

“Robert,” Hamed said as his attitude changed. “Can I… maybe… can I do like last time? Sit in your lap?”

There was a pleading look on the young prince’s face, as well as an embarrassment. Ever since their last bout of sex, all he could think of was the heat of the foreigner’s crotch at his butt and the throbbing of the uncircumcised cock between his thighs.

Robert smiled, sitting on the carpet, his hardness pointing upwards now, invitingly.

Hamed approached and slid into the space between Robert’s spread legs, slithering backwards, until he felt the erection press on his lower back. He raised himself and slowly lowered himself back onto the crotch, Robert’s erection now placed between his thighs, pressing on his balls and peeking out next to his own vertically erected manhood.

Hamed pressed his thighs together tight around the hard cock. The sensations were amazing. He felt Robert nudge under him, the cock moving a couple of centimeters up, then back down, and then back up, the pink head appearing and disappearing into the foreskin. He felt his nuts quiver, full of semen, almost ready to explode at the prodding of the pink cock head.

Hamed shivered when he felt Robert’s lips against his neck, wet, hot. Robert’s arms were wrapped around his boy chest, hugging him, pressing on him, fondling his nipples. He could not explain what was going on in his body, but it was something he wouldn’t trade for all the richness of his princedom.

“Ready for our next lesson, Prince?” Robert whispered, nudging the boy’s crack and pressed thighs.

Hamed nodded, his slender teen body shaking uncontrollably.

Slowly, Robert lifted the boy off his crotch and laid him on his back on the carper covering the sand. And then, ever so slowly, he bent over the teenaged dark-skinned, smooth body and licked his way down from the neck to the brown nipples to the stomach, and then back up, finding the lips, open wide, as the boy tried to manage to breathe. The heat coming out of his body was more intense than the desert sun.

“I can see that you like this, Hamed,” Robert said as he flicked and nibbled on the nipples, his hand reaching down between the boy’s thighs, where his own dick had been trapped a few moments ago.

Hamed just nodded. There was no way that he could find words. The world around him was reeling. He pressed his thighs together against Robert’s massaging fingers, jumping when a finger slid back into his crack and started to knead the area behind his balls to his puckered hole.

“And, I can see that you also like this,” Robert repeated, his middle finger pressing on the boy’s hole.

Hamed grunted and moaned. He held Robert’s hair and pulled him up to his lips, licking, probing the mouth, sucking on the lips. His heart raced. Someone was touching him down there, right at his shit hole. The sensations were incredible.

Robert lay on top of Hamed, full weight. Robert’s cock slid between the boy’s thighs and into his crack. Hamed’s impressive hardness was trapped between the two sweating naked bodies as they kissed. Robert humped the crack. Hamed shook like a leaf.

“We will have to get fully ready and prepared for this lesson, Prince.”

Robert immensely enjoyed playing the role of a “tutor” in sex. It made him hornier. As an escort, he had never felt the way he was feeling now with this innocent teenager under him. When Hamed’s uncle approached him back in London and explained the offer of his coming over here and “breaking” the Sheikh’s nephew, Robert had taken it as another job, a very well-paid job.

Things were changing now, Robert reflected as his hard cock slid up and down the boy’s crack. He was now going to initiate this young boy into anal sex. There was a puckered virgin hole right there at his cock’s head, waiting to be penetrated, fucked. Throughout his escorting career, Robert had never “done” anyone younger than 18. He shook with desire. But he did realize that anal sex was tough for a first time. The penetration would cause great pain. As he nudged the virgin hole feeling its tightness, his heart went out for the young teenager under him.

Watching the boy’s face, with his eyes squeezed shut and his young body shaking, Robert was starting to feel differently about this “job.”

Hamed shivered as he felt the hardness rubbing up and down his crack. This English infidel was definitely very hot and attractive. He was bringing into the young prince’s body indescribable sensations. Hamed moved his arms and wrapped them around the Englishman’s chest, pressing him harder onto his shaking body. Aside from the sexual ecstasy he was experiencing, there was a certain electricity between the two naked bodies, a certain affinity that Hamed experienced forcefully. This was not just another sexual experience. There were unexplained emotions streaming throughout his body as he embraced the man on top of him.

Reluctantly breaking the embrace, Robert lifted himself off the prince’s body, stretched out on the rug, and kneeled between the boy’s legs, lifting his legs up by the ankles. He then bent and licked the teenage balls. Hamed jerked at the warm and wet sensation. Robert’s tongue slid under the balls and into the crack. There were a few soft hairs starting to grow in there and Robert licked into them reaching the boy’s hole.

Hamed could almost scream with desire. The flickering tongue made him feel dizzy with craving. This was so different from when the two harem-boys had serviced his cock and balls. What was his body telling him? This infidel, no, not infidel anymore… This sexy and beautiful young man was licking his ass! And this made him delirious.

Robert flipped Hamed onto his stomach. He lay on top of him, his erection back in the now wet and slippery crack, humping from behind. Hamed was moaning and moving his head from side to side as Robert licked the back of his neck and rubbed his cock inside the ass crack. Lifting the prince’s hips with one hand, Robert aligned his cockhead with the virgin hole. The young prince was more than ready for this lesson, Robert thought. Besides, Robert was having romantic feelings towards the boy.

He nudged the hole. It was tight. Of course, it was going to be tight. He nudged a little more forcefully and felt the opening give. The head penetrated, aided by the spit and sweat. The prince screamed.

Robert stilled. With his cockhead buried inside the tight rim, Robert licked and kissed the boy’s back, up and down, making sure not to thrust or even nudge the tight ass. Slowly the whimpering subsided.

“Don’t hurt me, please,” the boy pleaded.

Robert’s heart went out for the young prince. He knew how much pain breaking a virgin ass caused. He had almost fainted the first time a man cock was shoved up his own ass. He was patient. As much as he died to thrust deep, Robert waited, licking and kissing and running his hands up and down the smooth dark-skinned body under him.

It took minutes for the boy to relax and for his hole to release the squeeze around the cock head. Gently, Robert slid a couple of inches into the boy until he felt the rim muscle squeeze again against the intrusion. He stilled.

“Ok, prince?” Robert said between licking and nibbling.

The boy nodded, not daring to open his mouth. His butt was on fire and he couldn’t believe there was a man cock already inside him. Hamed relaxed his clutching muscle around the thick hardness, and immediately more cock drove into him. Robert was halfway in. Hamed moaned.

Holding Hamed down, Robert made one last thrust and buried his whole cock inside the tight cavity. Hamed almost fainted. He could feel the Englishman’s crotch pressing against his butt cheeks and he knew that a whole, big cock was inside him. He, the prince, the boy that had just turned into a man, was being fucked! The rod inside him was searing his insides.

The pain gradually receded, replaced by an amazing feeling of being filled. Hamed ground his butt against the hairy crotch. This was a sign for Robert to start his fucking. Slow, long, deep. There was no thrusting and pounding. There was loving.

“Oh, Robert, oh, I love you, Robert, fucking English Robert, oh, Almighty, oh, I’m in heaven, my lover Robert Robert Robert.”

The boy was delirious. He practically died when he heard Robert’s sweet voice in his ear saying “I love you too, Hamed,” as his cock slithered in and out of the tight fuck tunnel, the friction getting hotter and hotter.

Love? Love? Between a paid escort and a spoiled teenage prince? How could that ever happen? Robert was not fucking. Robert was making love to this delicious young boy under him.

The explosion came fast. Robert’s expertise in holding back his orgasm did not work now. He just couldn’t hold back. Gallons of semen shot inside the prince under him. This wasn’t just the man juice that he had fed to countless men before. This was a love bond. He squirted and squirted, all his muscles taut, almost cramping with the forcefulness of his ejaculation.

Satiated, but confused at his unexplained feelings, Robert pulled out of the young prince’s ass and lay on his back next to him, barely able to breathe. His cock was plastered on his belly glistening with cum, flexing. He placed a hand on the fuzzy butt he had just fucked and rubbed lovingly, feeling the sweaty, silken skin under his fingers. Hamed remained on his belly, legs still spread, his breathing shallow and fast.

The prince slowly reached down and felt between his thighs under his balls. He brought out a glob of semen that had seeped out of his ass. It was thick and creamy. Tentatively, he tasted the cum. Salty! Weird! Such a totally different taste from what he had experienced. This was his lover’s liquid that was right at this minute running through his veins, mixing with his blood, bonding him to the Englishman.

Hamed rolled over on his back and gazed at Robert. His heart raced with emotions. This man had made love to him, had entered inside him, had emptied his essence into his bowels. By the Almighty, he loved him.

Robert, however, was still confused with this unexpected surge of feelings running through his body. The young prince’s dick was still erected, pointing straight up. Robert rose, squatted over the prince’s crotch and sat on the hard erection, with one push, down the shaft, all the way, until his butt rested on the boy’s crotch, and his balls buried inside the black and curly pubic hairs.

Hamed couldn’t hold back his scream this time. It actually came out as squeaks as he felt his rod push deep into the Englishman’s insides. Robert rode the young cock viciously. Placing his hands on the smooth chest, he moved up and down the shaft without any pause. It didn’t take long for Hamed to explode. As he shot into Robert, the young prince realized that he didn’t even fuck. It was his lover who fucked his cock with his ass. The intense ejaculation seemed to go on forever. The bond was now completed.

Hamed and Robert were now lovers. No escort. No prince. Lovers in the heat of the tent under the desert sun, in a fucking oasis! The English escort and the young prince cuddled into a sweaty embrace, bonded and in love.

To be continued.

by Simon Peter

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