Abu The Feminine Young Kid 2

It was my pending orgasm that awakened me. I had been having an exotic dream in which Peter, my lover of some 10 years until his accidental demise caused by a drunken driver, was performing oral sex on me. As the ejaculation started I opened my eyes, to discover that Abu was sitting on the bed, fully clothed, with my cock in his mouth. I couldn't have stopped if I had wanted too and instead began shooting stream after stream of semen into his throat. I was amazed. Not even Peter had been able to accommodate my heavy ejaculate flow but Abu was taking all I gave and spilling none. In fact he managed to swallow every last sperm I spewed.

When he finally released me I asked how he had gotten into the room. He smiled and said he had taken my key when he left before.

I dressed quickly for I had an appointment at 1900 with the project manager of the renewal team in a nearby government building. I noticed a strange suitcase on the floor as Abu and I departed the room. I asked to whom it belonged and he told me it was his. Apparently he was moving in whether I wanted him or not (which I increasingly did).

The guard would not let Abu enter the building where I was to have the meeting so I gave him some money and suggested he wait across the street at a sidewalk cafe until I was finished. When I emerged some 2 hours later, Abu saw me and hurried over. We then walked the streets of Baghdad until we found a restaurant to his liking and partook of our evening meal.

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We returned to the room where upon he announced that he would use the shower. Seemingly without modesty he stripped naked there in front of me. His beauty extended to the rest of his body. I mentioned before that outwardly he appeared to be younger than his professed 19 years, but when I saw what he carried between his legs, I lost all doubt. His cock was not that of a younger boy. Rather, and apparently in the tradition of Arab males, he was well hung and even in his semi-turgid state was longer and thicker than I could achieve with maximum erection. His balls were large and were sagging low. His penis was perfectly shaped and the skin was smooth without any veins protruding. He was circumcised (he told me since he was 6 years of age) and his length hung downward in a graceful arc out from his abdomen. He was not overly hairy though. In fact his chest was devoid of hair and he had not yet felt a razor on his face. A thin, wispy dark trail of pubic hair traveled from his naval to his groin where he had grown a wondrously thick nest of black silky hair. His legs were also mostly devoid of hair except down toward his ankles where growth was just beginning to creep upward. When he walked away from me I saw that his firm buttocks were also smooth, except for a dark swath of hair that filled the crack between his globes. His legs, being so thin, allowed me to see the low hanging ball sack swinging as he deliberately "swished" his way to the shower. At the door to the bath he turned and said "you will shower with me, yes?"

At that moment however, we heard the call for evening prayers. Abu quickly retrieved his trousers and shirt and then pulled his prayer rug from his open suitcase. Kneeling and facing toward the general direction of Mecca, he alternately kneeled, then prostrated himself as he participated in his ritual.

Following the prayer, he again disrobed (I did likewise) and although I had just showered a few hours earlier, I remembered how much fun Peter and I used to have together in the shower, so I joined Abu.

I stood behind Abu in the narrow stall. Reaching around him I began to stroke his beautiful shaft which blossomed to full erection. I literally could wrap my hand around his shaft at the base and still move my hand another half a hand before I even touched the base of his glans. With my free hand I reached beneath him and ran my fingers along the haired crevice of his ass. I quickly found Abu's pleasure cavity and slipped a finger in as deeply as I could. His cock was becoming hot to the touch and with a shutter of his body, his anus clamped tightly around my probing finger, and his cock stiffened in orgasm as rope after rope of semen shot against the wall of the shower. Abu had nearly collapsed onto his knees as he ejaculated. He regained his balance however as the surging subsided. I removed my finger and soaped my hands to wash off his beautiful shaft. As I did, Abu put his hands against the wall, spread his legs apart and said "You fuck me now, Yes?".

I told him no, not yet. For the entire time Peter and I were together, we never used a condom. Both of us were virgins when we met, and neither of us had strayed during our life together. With Abu however, I knew nothing of his history although I was certain he had been with other men. So I told him that first we get dry, then I would love him on the bed after I had put on a condom.

I tried to get him to kneel on the bed, with his face on the pillow, and his ass near the edge; but he refused that position. He said it was too close to his prayer position. Instead, he laid on his back with his head on the pillow, and pulled his thin legs up and over his head, lifting his treasure throve into the air. I saw then that I was correct about his history. His anus was not pristine, but was surrounded with stretch marks from previous penetrations.

He contorted himself so he could see me as I opened a condom foil pack. He asked what I was doing and I told him I was putting on a condom. He told me he had never had anyone use a condom before.

Penetration was as easy as I had expected. Soon we were working together in a rhythm that had Abu alternately tightening, then loosening his sphincter as I withdrew then thrust. Midway, Abu changed position and encircled my torso with his legs. As I neared climax, I tried to kiss him, but he turned his head away. He told me that he didn't kiss men. This, and later reaction to foreplay, taught me that the sex act between some Arabic males was mostly about power, and the establishment of dominance; and not about the forbidden love of one man for another. So long as my behavior fell within the pervue of dominating him Abu was willing to do anything; but as soon as it crossed the line and became of a romantic nature, he rebelled.

In the morning, Abu was cuddled tightly against me in a "spooning" position. We were both naked and I moved my hands to his crotch. I couldn't get enough of touching his beautiful organ.

He rolled onto his back then, and I decided to taste of his nectar. With his morning bone, I found it impossible to get my mouth around his girth, so I settled with just running my tongue into his pee slit and around the fleshy head. Soon he was oozing pre-cum and as I kept up the tongue action I could feel him having mini-orgasms. The taste of his pre-cum changed from saline to slightly acrid as semen began to flow. I used my hand to stroke him as I continued the tongue action until finally he achieved another orgasm.

We finally had to arise. After quick but separate showers, Abu told me he had to get to the airport to shill customers for Omar. I ate breakfast alone with the promise from Abu that he would meet me again in the same cafe later that evening.

For nearly one and a half months Abu and I continued our relationship. Soon he told me he would return to University, which had been rebuilt. And then, one evening, Abu wasn't at the cafe. I waited for a couple of hours but when he didn't appear I had dinner and returned to the hotel. His suitcase was gone. He left me a cryptic note that said he and Omar had something to do and that I wouldn't see him again. I was heartbroken. Fortunately, the next day I too had to leave the city to go some 50 miles north to a recently finished sub-station. I buried myself in work as I verified the operational status of the repairs.

It was afternoon of the 14th day that I had been at the sub-station. I was having coffee with Rick, a young army reservist whose platoon was providing security to the facility. He and I had become close, and I was convinced that he had been seeking me out since my arrival. With the "don't ask, don't tell" mentality of the armed services it is difficult to know for sure, but we were discussing him coming to my quarters for drinks that evening. He had hinted that since he was off duty for 48 hours that he might spend the night. My melancholy brought on by Abu's departure had perhaps left me desperate, I really don't know.

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