Chapter 12

Mustafa asked Henri if he'd enjoyed his little encounter with Hakim before dinner and if it had given him an appetite. Henri suddenly realised Mustafa must have had cameras installed in the mirror above the bed or somewhere in the room; he looked askance at the sheik. Mustafa grinned and said, "Don't worry Henri and remember I bought Hakim for your pleasure, I don't mind you getting it on with him."

Henri smiled and nodded saying, "I'm so glad you don't mind because Hakim is really a sweet lad who loves my cock in his tight behind, but I love what you do to me even more Mustafa."

Mustafa smiled as he fingered his black goatee then said, "Yes my pretty Frenchman, I truly love what your sexy infidel arse does to my big penis, you are so very talented."

Henri blushed to the roots of his blond hair as he looked at the table embarrassed by the sheik's words, he then looked up and grasped Mustafa's be ringed hand and kissed it before turning it over and licking his palm sexily. Mustafa watched the handsome Frenchman licking his palm and loved the sensations it was giving him, then Henri sucked each finger as if giving each a blow job, Mustafa's big bolt stiffened and rose up hard against his abs, the crimson knob against his sternum oozing juice which dribbled down his body. He growled deep in his chest, "Henri come ride my penis."

Henri lifted himself up straddling his lover's body, placed his feet on the seat each side of Mustafa's arse and bent his long supple legs till his stretched hole touched the oozing cock head. He kissed the sheik sending his tongue into that sweet hot mouth as he sank down on the awesome erection, he gurgled in his throat as the huge horn opened his tight arse straining his sphincter and easing hot and hard up his quivering rectum. Henri moaned into Mustafa's mouth while their tongues slavered and twisted together, Henri slowly sank onto the sheik's lap as that big bone buried itself fully up his arse. His whole body quaked with the straining effort of accepting such a monster inside his body, the knob pressed against his abs once fully buried.

Henri broke the kiss as his head fell back, his eyes closed mouth agape he sat there adjusting to the incredible invasion before he began squirming o the pole and gently bouncing up and down a couple of inched making the mighty muscle rub sensuously up and down his tight tingling innards. Mustafa groaned clutching Henri's hips holding him steady and guiding his movements gradually lifting him further and faster, up and down, longer lifts and drops until Henri was riding his rod like a crazy person. His rolling ring caressed the sheik's engorged cock stroking, caressing and pulling on it as he clenched his muscles to increase the thrill.

Suddenly Mustafa bellowed aloud, thumping Henri's buttocks down hard on his groin as his pole pulsed spewing buckets of man juice up into the lad's guts. Henri's dick, stiff as steel throbbed and joined his lover in that special phenomenon a dual climax, both tools reaching the pen ultimate together, sperm flew from both swollen schlongs as their nuts erupted in unison. Their straining bodies taut, heads tossing, eyes lost in that mystical moment as their organs exploded sending out their life forces. The moment passed and both men collapsed clinging together panting, their sweat mingling as their bodies pressed together, their brains reeling, trying to come to grips with their bodies.

Their ardour cooled like their bodies, their hearts returned to normal and their cocks relaxed shrinking back to normal, Mustafa's slipping from Henri's leaking ring allowing his sperm to begin drooling from that stretched bruised muscle. Henri slowly slid his feet to the floor and stood wobbling on his legs, looking at the sheik's glistening gut buster. He dropped to the floor and began licking that aromatic manhood, slurping up the tart coating until it was glistening clean. Mustafa looked down at the beautiful sight of the blond lad sucking on his dick and he held the lad's head gently until he finished.

Mustafa growled, "Now we are drained maybe we should eat and recharge our bodies Henri."

The two men fell to with gusto eating as if ravenous, the chilled wines washing down the rich foods, after the meal Mustafa took Henri out about the estate showing him the gardens, his garage full of exotic limousines and sports cars. Henri's eyes popped at the gleaming array of expensive machines, his fingers sliding across the smooth sleek polished metal as they strolled from one vehicle to the next. Then the sheik took Henri down in a lift to the sea level at the cliff base, the door opened to reveal a small marina of craft ranging from various speedboats up to a graceful sailing schooner and a huge motor yacht, the size of a small ship. Henri was totally blown away by the display of wealth again raising the question of where the money came from to maintain this incredibly opulent lifestyle.

He was timid to approach Mustafa on the subject because it was really not his business but he was busting to know. They walked from the marina down steps to a small cove where a private beach nestled against the tall cliff; Mustafa threw off his sarong and stood proud and naked as he stretched his muscular body enjoying the sun on his body. Henri followed him and the two stood there exposed to the warm sun and gentle breeze off the ocean, the gentle surge creaming up onto the sand hissing as it ebbed and flowed about their bare feet.

As they stood there a large launch appeared and entered the marina, Mustafa told Henri to relax and enjoy the beach while he went to meet the new arrival. Henri stretched out on the warm fine white sand and closed his eyes enjoying the feel of the warm sun on his body; he glanced across at the marina and saw the sheik deep in discussion with a number of Arab men seated on the padded seats in the stern area of the launch. They talked and talked while Henri watched casually, he eventually drifted off to sleep and was awoken after some time by Mustafa arriving back beside him as the launch motored away out to sea.


Chapter 13.


Mustafa and Henri watched the launch as it drew further away, leaving a white wake on the blue sea, suddenly there was a roar of engines and a large troop carrying military helicopter raced overhead while an armed patrol boat sped towards the departing launch, Mustafa and Henri were rooted to the spot with shock. Then Mustafa raced for the stairs leaving Henri gawping after him, the sheik ran for the lift door and closed it as the launch fired at the patrol boat that opened fire with its small canon destroying the vessel, which exploded in a sheet of flame. A huge boom echoed off the cliffs almost deafening Henri who stood totally bewildered and shocked by the sudden violent turn of events.

The launch circled the wreckage littered sea before turning and racing towards the marina while up above Henri heard gunfire, the patrol boat docked and armed sailors ran through the marina. Henri shook in fear as some of the men saw him and pointed their submachine guns at him, he stood arms raised above his head his fit naked body on display. The sailors gestured for him to come to them and he bent to pick up the sarong but a shouted command stopped him and he began walking towards the steps, he climbed to the dock level and a sailor grabbed him pulling his arms behind his back and fastening handcuffs on his wrists closing them tight and pinching his flesh painfully.

Above out of sight from below they could still hear gunfire cracking, the seamen brought the lift down and pushed Henri into it as a number of them crowded in about his naked body, the lift began to rise and Henri felt hands feeling him up. His fear ruled his mind and body and his sweet spike remained soft even though being played with and a finger was sliding in and out of his naked arsehole. The lift stopped at the top and the door opened allowing the men to race out guns at the ready, bodies were scattered about the garden, Henri saw that most were the sheik's guards but there were a couple of bodies wearing camouflage uniforms. Henri asked a sailor guarding him what was happening, the young seamen looked at him and said, "You don't know? You don't know your host or lover what ever he is to you is a leading terrorist who finances much of the trouble in the world?"

Henri turned pale at his words and his heart almost stopped as his stomach did a flip-flop, he couldn't believe the sweet but masterful sheik was a murdering terrorist. Henri shook his head in disbelief and he whispered, "Mon Dieu, this is not possible."

The seaman, a young blond handsome lad, looked at Henri and he sighed thinking, "How could this sexy French guy be involved with terrorists, he is too nice to be involved surely?"

He asked Henri, "What do you know about him? Have you known him long?"

Henri shook his head, "I've only just met him, all I know is he seems extraordinarily rich and I have been wondering where the money came from."

The sailor's eyes roamed up and down ogling Henri's superb body, he loved the look of the guy's tight bubble bum and the beautiful prick hanging over the tight tennis ball sized nut sack. He was daydreaming about what it would be like sharing a bed with Henri and enjoying sex with him. Henri too was now more relaxed and was eyeing off the cute young sailor in his shorts, he too was picturing what the lad would look like naked and aroused as he noticed the navy blue shorts beginning to bulge.

The shooting and shouting had stopped and two sailors appeared calling for Henri to be brought inside the mansion, Henri feared what he would find when they entered he was terrified to find Mustafa dead. Inside he was marched into a large room on the ground floor, here he found the young servants all stripped naked kneeling with their arms on their heads, he quickly looked for Hakim and was relieved to see him at the rear in the same position as the young servants. An officer appeared and began questioning Henri, a soldier with him making notes as Henri answered the questions; he asked how long Henri had known the sheik, where they had met, what he was doing here?

Henri answered truthfully, he realised if he tried to lie it would only make things worse, he told the man he was gay and had met the sheik in a hotel and which one. A sergeant who entered carrying Henri's passport interrupted the officer handing it to him, the officer opened it studying the immigration stamps, he looked up at Henri and smirked, "You have only been in Morocco such a short time and you have got shacked up with a wealthy Arab terrorist so quickly? You must be really something in bed eh?"

Henri blushed under his tan and shuffled his bare feet, the young sailor standing behind him watched Henri's sexy dimpled arse cheeks as he moved and he licked his lips thinking how incredible it would feel to have those buttocks around his hard prong. Henri opened his mouth and spoke to the officer, "Do you see the young Negro at the rear of the servants? He can attest to how I met the sheik, he belonged to the man who owned the hotel I was staying at."

The officer barked an order and one of the armed guards moved quickly to where Hakim knelt and grabbed him by his short crinkly hair dragging him to his feet and marching him to stand in front of the officer. The man's eyes ran up and down over Hakim's superb young body and he smiled lasciviously as he asked if what I said was true. Hakim nodded and told him how I had arrived at the hotel and how we had met then how the sheik had come there and admired Henri asking him to come home with him and that he had even bought Hakim from the proprietor so Henri could fuck him because the sheik wouldn't let Henri root him.

The officer listened to Hakim and was obviously aroused at the thought of Henri and he getting it on together, he looked at Henri thoughtfully then back at the trembling black youth, his mind racing as he pictured what the two superb lads would look like the ebony lad and the blond bronzed young man locked together rooting. He looked at the young sailor guarding Henri and saw his bulging shorts and he formulated a plan. He ordered the sailor to escort Henri and Hakim to a small room off where they all were and to await him there for further questioning, the seaman marched the two naked lads off into the anteroom. Inside was a large lounge suite and a huge wall mounted television screen, the sailor ordered the prisoners to sit on the lounge while he guarded the doorway, after a short time the officer brushed past him and told him to close the door.

The officer stood legs apart hands on hips looking down at the two nude young men he told the sailor to remove Henri's handcuffs, he did so and Henri rubbed his sore wrists looking up at the arrogant officer. The man said, "Right I want to see you two having sex, get busy you French whore fuck that black boy while we watch you."

Henri looked at Hakim who was still terrified and he took the handsome boy's face in his hands kissing his full lips softly then he whispered, just forget he is here think of us alone like earlier in my room Hakim, think how hot our sex was."

Hakim closed his dark brown eyes and turned his thoughts to Henri's beautiful body and arse stretching cock, the lad's fear slowly dissolved as Henri's caressing hands and soft lips and tongue gradually excited his taut youthful body. He soon was writhing and arching as Henri turned him on and he entered the tight ring with his hard hot cock, the officer was feeling himself up and the young sailor was stroking his boner through his baggy uniform shorts. The sight of Henri's superb muscular smooth body possessing he ebony tautness of Hakim was irresistibly erotic.

The officer tore his eyes from the display on the lounge and looked hot eyed at the young seaman, he moved to the lad and wrapped his arms about the lad's body pressing his lips to the youth's, sucking the lad's moist member into his mouth. The sailor went limp and moulded to his domineering body as he felt the young man's aroused penis, he told the lad to strip and both of them removed their uniforms tossing them aside before rushing together once again in a hot embrace. The burly officer grasped the young man's narrow waist lifting him off the floor as the sailor's legs wrapped about his waist centring his arse crack over the man's excited poking prong, their lips crushed together muffled the lad's mewling cries as he felt the man's hardness penetrating his tight muscle.

Soon the room filled with the sounds of sex, moans, groans, whimpers wet slobbering kisses and the sound of hard cocks reaming moist holes as both Henri and the officer slammed into their prospective lovers. The officer soon erupted flooding the struggling seaman's colon while Henri rammed hard into Hakim and deposited a fine spurting of sperm into the lad's belly. All four men panted and gasped as they slipped from the pinnacle of their climax, folded together hot and covered in sweat. Once they had recovered their senses the officer ordered the sailor to dress while he donned his uniform, he looked at the two naked young Adonis's lying still coupled together on the lounge and he told Henri to go up to his room and get dressed sending the sailor along with him to ensure he didn't do a runner.

Once they entered the bedroom the young sailor grabbed Henri and kissed him frantically while grinding his hard on against Henri's limp dick, he whispered, "Henri you are the sexiest guy I have ever seen, I want to have sex with you here and now."

Henri looked into the lad's excited blue eyes and smiled at his earnest eagerness he nodded his acquiescence and dropped onto his back on the huge bed and raised his slim legs up showing the lad his hidden pleasure pussy, the young man's eyes widened as he stared at the hairless crack with its sweet pink puckered entrance to paradise. He tossed his gun to the floor and began ripping off his uniform, he soon stood there completely nude his sweet dick pointing at the mirrored ceiling as he walked to the bed. Henri reached his arms out to the lad and drew him on top of him feeling the heat of his cock and the pounding of his heart in his chest as they kissed.

The lad squirmed about grinding against Henri as he tried to enter that tight portal, Henri told him to relax and just let things happen but the lad's eagerness overruled his mind and he poked and prodded until eventually things lined up and he slid inside Henri's back entrance. The lad moaned, "Fuuuuuuck! You are so hot and slick in there it feels totally awesome and your body just sucked my dick inside like it was meant to be part of you."

Henri smiled at the sweet lad and said, "Your big cock feels great, you are a master fucker did you know that?"

He looked into Henri's eyes, "You really mean that? I've never been with an experienced guy like you before; I've only messed around with my friends when we were schoolboys. When I left school I joined the navy and I was petrified they would find out I liked men."

Henri kissed him and said, "Well take it from me sweet one you are totally molten sexually, now I want you to root me till you pump every drop of your juicy sweet cum inside my body."

With that the sailor went crazy humping, grinding and slamming his schlong into the clinging tightness of Henri's rectum. The speed of his action increased as he went until he totally lost it and just careered in and out of Henri's clenched ring, his dick bounced out several times and he cursed before cramming it back in, Henri was gasping in unison and then both lads climaxed in one huge mind boggling event. The sailor fell on top of Henri who clutched the lad's quivering hot gasping body to him, he held the lad kissing his feverish sweaty brow as the youth sighed and hugged him. They rolled apart and the lad sighed, "Gees that was totally fantastic, I wish we could be together always but I suppose you will be returning home to France while I will be traipsing around the world in the nay."

Henri chuckled and nodded, "I will if that officer allows me to go home and doesn't lock me up as a terrorist, I wonder what happened to the sheik?"

The sailor shook his head and replied, "I don't know, it was all over when we got up here remember, maybe you can ask the officer."

Henri and the sailor quickly showered together enjoying the fun of washing each other's satiny smooth bodies, after bathing they dried each other and dressed before making their way downstairs. Below the place was quiet and servicemen moved about laying the dead out in lines on the lawn outside. Henri stood at the window looking for Mustafa's body then he saw two soldiers carrying a naked body between them, they dropped the lifeless man to the grass and Henri recognised Mustafa. His heart constricted in his chest as he saw the bullet riddled blood covered body of the man he had loved even as brief as it was, his stomach churned and he bolted out the door to spew his guts up on the garden next to where the dead were arrayed.

The young sailor hurried after him and slipped an arm around Henri's waist holding him up stopping his knees giving away and collapsing onto his own vomit. He helped Henri away and Henri's eyes kept returning to where his lover laid, his body wracked with gut wrenching sobs as they went back inside, he led Henri to a chair and sat him down. Henri sat with his head in his hands sobbing quietly, the officer appeared and looked at the young Frenchman and shook his head before saying, "Lad you are lucky that the sheik has been killed, Lord only knows what might have happened to you if we hadn't attacked when we did. Mustafa was suspected of not only being a terrorist but he also was believed to be dealing in humans, selling whites and blacks to the wealthy Arab sheiks in the oil Emirates.

Henri looked up at the officer his eyes red from crying and he shook his head, "I can't believe that he loved me he told me so and he bought Hakim for me to have as a bed boy."

Then suddenly he gasped, "He bought Hakim. He paid money for a human being; it has just registered with me. You are right sir he was a purveyor of human beings, maybe you did save us from an unknown fate."

The officer nodded and replied, "I think it would be wise for you to pack your gear and head home don't you think?"

Henri nodded then asked, "What will become of Hakim he has no one to look after him?"

The officer answered him, "I will arrange for him to join the army and I will sponsor him and watch over him, would that put your mind at rest?"

Henri nodded and thanked the man before going up to pack his gear, the young seaman brought Hakim up to see him, Henri kissed Hakim and explained what was happening and he smiled and told Henri that he was happy with how things would be. Henri was escorted to the station and put aboard the train to Tangiers, Hakim and the officer stood together waving as the train pulled out.

The trip home was a blur, Henri was not in the mood for playing after his experience with Mustafa and he was glad to finally reach Paris and return to his studies there. It took some weeks before he felt the urge to enjoy himself and his tutor was overjoyed to finally have his young protégé back to his sexy self. They spent the whole weekend lusting and loving between eating and drinking, not much sleep but who cared.

The End.