Abu The Feminine Young Kid 1

His name was Abu and he claimed to be 19. Actually, due to his feminine looks and stature he appeared to be much younger; but not knowing of any reason to doubt him, I didn't.

Abu was 7 years of age when Hussein invaded Kuwait. At the time he lived with his father, mother, and younger sister. Because his father and mother had been educated in London, Abu and his sister were fluent in English as well as their native tongue. Their father was a biological scientist for Sadam and so the family lived in relative splendor in an upscale suburb of Baghdad.

Shortly after the invasion, Abu's father was in Paris for a scientific gathering. It was there that he was contacted by the CIA for information concerning Hussein's weapons. Upon his return to Baghdad, he was arrested, tortured, and finally beheaded as a traitor. Abu, his mother, and his sister were exiled to a small village in Southern Iraq, to live with Abu's maternal grandmother. However, even after their exile, they were not forgotten by Sadam's secret police.

Near his 16th birthday, the police entered Abu's home and presented him with an opportunity. He was to accompany them to a Fedayeen training camp or else his mother would be executed and his sister raped, and then executed. They told Abu that by becoming a suicide soldier, he could atone for his father's traitorous acts,

A few days later Abu and another boy Omar, who was 17, arrived at the camp at Al Hillah. Following the evening meal and the final prayer, the boys were taken to an underground bunker by a number of older recruits (18-19 years old). The boys were told to strip naked, then each boy, while being held by several of the older youths, was sodomized multiple times until all of the older soldiers had expended their pent-up sexual needs. The soldiers had recently been graduated from the camp, and since they were on their way to perform the ultimate sacrifice for the state, they had been given the time with the new recruits.

Later, alone in their quarters, Omar sobbed and felt ashamed and humiliated. Abu, on the other hand, although sore and bleeding from his anus, had a sense of self-discovery, namely that he had secretly enjoyed the assault. His only regret was that he had not had the opportunity to experience orgasm whilst being raped.

After the first night, the two boys were not touched again; for it would be sometime before the next group was ready for graduation, and by then, newer recruits would be available.

For Abu however, a need to be dominated had been and he soon coerced Omar into a nearly nightly penetration of his sphincter. Omar enjoyed the role of dominator and since he was not being subjected to penetration, he performed willingly.

Shortly after their graduation in 2002, Abu and Omar, following instructions, went to Baghdad and enrolled in the University. Their orders were to remain inactive until they were needed.

Abu, Omar, and two other boys not in the Fedayeen, shared a room together while attending classes. Soon the two other boys began to interact with Abu and Omar in their nightly sexual activities. One boy, Abdula, had been raised by his mother and four older sisters. In the group of four youths, he assumed the role of wife to the other three, and was always the submissive partner. During their time together, Abdul fell in love with Abu and was the only true homosexual of the group.

During the invasion of Baghdad by the United States, severe damage was inflicted on the University and all classes were suspended. The boys however, continued to occupy the room together since all civilian and governmental authority had collapsed.

I arrived at the Baghdad International Airport in July. I had recently signed a contract with the American company responsible for re-building Iraq's infrastructure. My expertise is with power substations.

Upon arrival, I quickly passed through the customs being managed by the USA. After searching in vain for the limousine to the Palestine hotel, I took my suitcase and lap top computer in hand and headed outside. Used to the strict anti-smoking rules in US airports I went outside to have a much desired cigarette.

I happened to glance to my right and my eye settled on Abu. At about 5'4" tall, and I guessed about 100 pounds soaking wet, with short black hair and long girlish eyelashes, I couldn't tear my gaze away. Suddenly my two year abstinence from sex, following the premature death of Peter, my male lover, caught up with me. I felt the deep stirring of my loins and suddenly had an erection as I looked at the youth. As I stared at him, he discovered my interest. Looking directly at me, he gave me the most wonderful smile. As I watched his eyes, they swept downward as he surveyed my crotch. Unfortunately (or fortunately) I was wearing rather tight fitting blue jeans, and it suddenly occurred to me that my erection must be apparent.

I was so engrossed in this perfect young man that I didn't see the limousine for my hotel pull up to the curb, and then away. I caught a glimpse of it as it accelerated and made the turn away from the concourse. I tried waving but to no avail. I gave up in despair and lit another cigarette, wondering how long until the next limo came along. Suddenly Abu was by my side, asking in perfect King's English if I needed a cab. I was about to say no, but he had already made a hand signal to what I can only describe as an obvious "rogue" cab across the street. The cabbie, oblivious to traffic, squealed across the roadway and to a halt in front of me. As the cabbie came around the car, Abu held out his hand for me to shake and introduced himself as Abu, and the cabbie as Omar. I told them my name was George. Abu grinned and asked "like Mr. Bush?"

"Yes", I replied, like Mr. Bush; and that's how he introduced me to Omar, as Mr. Bush.

I rode in the back seat of the taxi, and Abu rode in the front. As we rode, he rotated his head toward me and said "You like boys I think, no?". It was uncanny that he had picked my desires up so quickly, although perhaps my stares at the airport had given me away. I didn't respond though, remembering that Muslims regard homosexuality with even more disdain than Republicans. My lack of response however didn't deter Abu, for as we arrived at the hotel and I was getting out he said "I will be your boy, Yes?".

Omar told me that the fare was $5 US. In any city in the USA, the ride would have cost up to 10 times that amount so I gave him two $5's for which he seemed grateful. He gave me a card written in Arabic except for the phone number and told me to call whenever I needed a taxi.

I went to the boot of the cab to retrieve my luggage (I was still carrying my lap top). The trunk was open and was empty and in a moment of panic I thought perhaps Abu had walked off with the goods. However, as I looked toward the hotel entrance I saw him arguing with the bell hop about who would have possession of the suitcase. Abu won the was of words and proudly accompanied me into the hotel.

At the desk the woman clerk asked in English who I was and did I have a reservation. I gave her my name (my real name, not Mr. Bush). She acted pleased that my name was in her computer and then, looking at Abu, asked if I still wanted a room with a single bed, or did I now need two beds. I told her a single bed would be fine. I happened to glance at Abu when I said that and suddenly realized that he may have misinterpreted, especially from the wicked grin he flashed at me.

Abu and I followed the bell man to the elevator and to the room. After a moderate tip, he departed and Abu and I explored the place. I was feeling quite tired from jet lag and was about to ask Abu to leave when he spoke and said that he had to leave. He asked when he should return and although I had made a mental promise not to get further involved with him, I told him I wanted to sleep until 6 o'clock that evening (it was just past noon). He looked confused and I amended my statement to 1800.

I didn't watch as he left but instead headed for the shower. After washing the grime and sweat of travel from myself I laid naked on the top of the bed and went promptly to sleep.

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