THE  HAPPY  WANDERER – V

 
PYRAMIDS, TEMPLES, and TOMBS

© 2008

BY:  GERRY YOUNG

ASSISTED BY:  TICKIE

[To Drew in Yorkshire, England, my LOVE and THANKS for everything you do for me;  I so appreciate it all.]

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[And to  a couple of SPECIAL angels who, I am sure, helped me to write this chapter, I can only say, 'I don't know where you're getting your ideas from, but I love them, and I still love and thank you both.  I'll never forget you.']

CHAPTER  EIGHT

"Game?" both Ted and Gerry asked simultaneously, their eyes darting back and forth between Tariq and Muti.

"What do you mean?  'The game that he's playing'," Gerry asked again.

Muti jerked his head up, and his eyes glared at Tariq who suddenly appeared nervous and somewhat flustered.

"Uhhh … uhhh … nothing, really," Tariq stammered in response to Gerry's question.  "It's just that … uhhh … well, Muti is always the …  uhhh … the perfect sla…" he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, as if to try to 'erase' the word which nearly slipped through his lips, "…  servant!" he stammered and quickly corrected himself before continuing.  "Even when ordered to do so, he never seems to be able to relax and just be, as you Americans might say, 'one o' the boys'.  He infuriates me at times."  He then smiled and winked at Muti as he lifted his hand from Muti's thigh and patted him, uncommonly, on the back of his neck.  "Come on, Muti ... put your hands on the table, enjoy your tea and some cookies, and don't be so proper all the time."  It was almost as if he were talking to a small child.

"Yes, Sir," Muti responded, interlocking his fingers and placing his hands on the edge of the table.

Through the ensuing conversation, Gerry sensed that something was strange, though.  Muti didn't seem to know how to relax;  his eyes never went to anyone's face, but his gaze darted all around the table as if taking in everything.  Somehow, he seemed nervous.  Fidgety.  He was even chewing on his upper lip. 

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A short time later, Tariq excused himself, saying that he had to make the final arrangements for the cars and busses to take the different small tour groups to their home-hosted dinner parties.  After he left, Muti finally lifted his head and spoke.

"Good Sirs, please forgive this one for his earlier behavior;  it was entirely uncalled for, and quite improper."

Ted reached over and put a hand on top of Muti's.  "Tariq said something that really upset you, didn't he?"

"I don't understand…" Gerry began to say, before Muti could answer. "WE don't understand … what's going on here."  Maybe he was following Ted's example.  Maybe it just came naturally, but Gerry, too, then put a hand on top of both Ted's AND Muti's. 

Soon, their hands having moved to the center of the table, all six hands were touching the others.  The bottom one was removed and then replaced on the top.  The NEW bottom one was then likewise removed, etc., etc., etc., again and again, faster and faster.  The three men began laughing.  The proverbial 'ice' had been broken – for whatever reason.

"That was fun," Ted remarked;  "I haven't done that since I was a kid."

"Neither have I," Gerry replied.

They both looked at Muti, and asked in unison, "Friends, now?"

"Thank you, both," Muti said, nodding with a friendly smile across his face.

"So … what gives?" Gerry asked.

Muti looked at him with a sudden studious but questioning gaze, and slowly withdrew his hands.

"I mean … what's going on?"  Gerry then paused, waiting for an answer.

Muti lifted his glass and took a sip of the red Hibiscus tea.

Gerry continued.  "Twice, Tariq almost used the word, 'slave', but then changed it to, 'servant'.  Are you a slave?" he asked outright.

Muti took in a deep breath, held it for a moment, then released it and asked, "May I speak freely, Good Sirs?"

"Cut the crap, Muti!" Ted teasingly rebuked.  "We're friends now, and it seems we're stuck with you, so it would be easier on all of us if we could talk to each other as friends.  We're not used to having servants or … slaves … around us.  So … forget the word, 'Sir'.  Please???  I'm Ted, and he's Gerry, and of course, you can speak freely."

Gerry nodded his head in agreement, and Muti's body-language seemed to relax.

"It is true – a little-known fact – that there ARE slaves in this part of the world…"  Muti began, but again, Gerry cut him off. 

"But are YOU a slave?"

Another deep breath and Muti straightened his back.  His eyes darted here and there as if searching for the right words to use, and then, looking directly into Gerry's eyes, asked, "Are we not all slaves to something or someone?  Money?  Mates?  Political systems?"  Surprisingly, he seemed to be on a roll.  "Our unthinking and unquestioning religious philosophies?  Our sexual cravings?  Our seeking pleasure, or pain, or both, seeking one through the other?"

It was Gerry and Ted who then sat back, looking dumbfounded at the newly-discovered philosopher.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" Gerry asked.

"There's more to you than meets the eye;  that's for sure," Ted remarked to Muti.

"But in answer to your questions, Sir… uhhh … Gerry … Ted … I am here ONLY to serve you both until such time that my Master is pleased to answer them, himself.  And I might add that I get my greatest pleasure from pleasuring others."

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Having returned to their room on the thirteenth floor – with Muti in attendance, of course – Gerry and Ted prepared to shower and rest a little before going out to the home-hosted dinner.

"Allow me," Muti said, kneeling in front of Gerry.

Before he could object, Muti had stretched the waistband and lowered Gerry's baggy swimsuit to the floor, his flaccid cock dangling only inches from Muti's face.  Ted chuckled and moved closer to the two, putting an arm around Gerry's naked waist, and twisting slightly to kiss his lover, which of course prohibited any refusal.

Like an expert, Muti's lips surrounded Gerry's flaccid circumcised cock, and soon, the entire shaft was engulfed in the warm, moist mouth.  Gerry's eyes flew wide open, only to look into Ted's;  they were sparkling as Ted quickly nodded in agreement, his tongue seeking entrance through Gerry's lips.

As Gerry began to expand and lengthen inside Muti's mouth, Muti untied and lowered Ted's shorts, only inches away from his face, exposing yet another not-so-flaccid, but UN-circumcised cock.  He wrapped his arms around both bare asses and pulled them closer together.  Then, with his left ear against Gerry's lower naked belly, and his right ear against Ted's lower naked belly, Muti opened wide and buried Ted's rapidly growing manhood right alongside Gerry's, in his steaming, slurping, sensuous mouth.

Somewhere along the way, Muti had removed his … dentures …  and both penises plunged their entirety, with no difficulty at all, into the very depths of Muti's throat.  He moaned in what could only be his joy and appreciation; not once did he gag – he had been trained well.  Once, twice, thrice … he rose from and descended onto the pulsing, throbbing lances of hot, pre-cum leaking flesh.

Suddenly, Gerry pulled away, both from Ted AND from Muti.  Forgetting his shorts were still around his ankles, he stumbled backwards onto the foot of the mattress on the bed, and landed on his back.  At almost the same time, Ted pulled away from Muti and, likewise, stumbled onto the bed next to Gerry, but landed on his own stomach.

They both righted themselves onto their buttocks and elbows, their cocks still dancing with dripping, moist excitement and need, and Gerry asked, "Where the hell did you learn to suck cock like that?"  He was panting.  "Whew!"

Muti smiled and as he stood, they both saw that he was putting his dentures back in.

"Dentures???" Ted yelled.

Muti nodded.

"Damn!  Shit!" Ted exclaimed.  His eyes twinkled as he glanced at Gerry and then looked, longingly, back at Muti.  "Fuck!  If I could suck cock like that, I'd get MY teeth pulled."  Looking back at Gerry again, he asked, "Would you like that, honey?"

"Welllllll…" Gerry answered, though not really considering;  his grin betrayed his verbal seriousness.

Having reset his falsies, Muti smiled and said, "That's why Master had mine pulled."

"You're shittin' me?!?" Gerry exclaimed.

"No fuckin' way!?!" Ted immediately said.

Muti chuckled.  "NO … GERRY!  I'm not shittin' ya, and … TED! … YES fuckin' way – to use your own expressions!"  He squeezed together the index, middle, and ring fingers of his right hand, shoved them into his gaping lips, and then 'finger-fucked' his own mouth a few times.

"OH … MY … GOD!" the two once again replied together as they began stroking themselves.

"Not to brag," Muti added, "but when I remove my plates, I can put my whole fist inside."

"This I gotta see!"  Again, Gerry and Ted had spoken the identical words simultaneously.

"Later, Masters … I mean … my friends."

"That's better," they chimed in.

Again, Muti knelt at their feet and began removing their shorts.  "How may I pleasure you both? … Here, on the bed?  On the floor?  In the shower?  With the…"

"Stand up," Gerry interrupted with an order.

Muti quickly obeyed.

Silently, Gerry and Ted looked at each other, nodded, and also stood at the foot of the bed, forcing Muti to step back a little.

"Rrrrreach for the sky, 'pardner'," Ted demanded, in mock-cowboy fashion.

"Since it seems that we're at the pleasure of your company," Gerry said as he moved behind Muti, "we might as well … make the most of it;  right, Ted?"  He grinned at his lover.

"Rrrrright!" Ted replied, sounding a little like Tony the Tiger.

Four hands began roaming and fondling Muti's body.  Gerry's lips and teeth gently began attacking the smooth skin on the back of Muti's neck;  Ted's lips and tongue attacked Muti's mouth, and soon found entrance.

The hands came to rest on Muti's hips, and four sets of fingertips began to gather and pull up the fabric of Muti's sheer galabeyah.  Once the hem of the garment was in their grasps, together, as one, they completely raised it over their slave's … errr … servant's … errr … their new 'friend's head and arms, leaving him as naked as they, themselves, were.

The garment landed somewhere on the floor, across a chair, or over a lamp, but no one seemed to give a good flying fuck for neatness and tidiness at that point.  Something much more important was coming up!

Ted looked down, and moaned.

Noting the direction of his gaze, Gerry looked around, and also moaned in surprise.  His own cock jerked in excitement against Muti's thigh.

There, rising to the occasion, was one of the most beautiful coppery-tan pieces of man-flesh that either of them had ever seen.  A monster by no means, but it was, even in it's current growing stage, longer and thicker than either of the other two in the room!  AND … as a Child of Grand-father Abraham – beautifully circumcised!

Ted instantly sank to the carpeted floor, on his knees, orally inhaling the still-growing fleshy rod. 

Muti bent at the waist, leaned down and across Ted's back, and zig-zagged his flicking serpentine tongue over as much of Ted's flesh-covered vertebrae as he could reach, his hands sensually rubbing the soft skin of the torso and gluteals within his near grasp.

Gerry also knelt, but behind Muti's behind.  Using both hands, he spread the delectable mounds and breathed deeply of the light but titillating musky maleness exuding from the warm, sweaty, golden crevice.  His tongue slithered up and down, moistening and slickening the flexing gateway to Muti's inner sanctum of passion. 

Gerry was on edge, and knew that if he continued what he was doing, he wouldn't last long.  He pushed away from his immediate temptation and stood, panting and trying to control a possible premature ejaculation.  His eyes closed.  His hands became fists.  His breathing slowed.  His inner will, finally took control.

"What's wrong, Ger?" Ted asked after releasing Muti's slimy Egyptian camel-sausage.

"I was too close.  I was about to lose it.  And my knees were hurting from squatting like that.  But I'm ok, now."

"Oh," Ted simply remarked and then returned to nursing on the pre-cum dripping 'teat' in front of him.

"I thought I might have needed to shower and clean myself out, Mas… uhhh … Gerry."

"Oh, nooooo … la', la', la', la', la' !" Gerry groaned, using the Arabic expression just before taking both hands and turning Muti's face to his own.  He then kissed him with such passion that their teeth clunked together.  "Oh … sorry!  You are just sooo perfect the way you are right now, but I want more of this," he emphasized, patting Muti's ass.

Once again, Ted withdrew from his ministrations.  "Gerry?" he questioned; "should I be getting jealous right about now?"

"No, no, no.  Nothing like that, sweetheart.  You gotta have some of this, too, ya know … but AFTER I get through with it!" Gerry swooned.  "Tell ya what … Ted, you get on the bed, on your back, with your feet toward the pillows, and your head hanging here off the edge," he pointed to the foot of the bed, "and you, Muti, step up and shove that gorgeous rod down my lover's throat, then bend forward and take Ted's leaking cock down that ohhh, so-talented throat of yours, and then … then, I'll just sliiiiide into heaven.  And if I should die in the throes of passion – as your own ancient Pharaoh Seti the First was recorded – 'So let it be written;  so let it be done!' "

And so, in time, it came to pass – the passion, that is … not Gerry's passing!  Though he came very near pissing himself.

Slipping and sliding, slurping and sucking, licking and drooling, moaning and groaning,  oooing and ahhhing, waiting and thrusting, edging and pulling back, each waiting for one of the others to reach his peak first, none wanting to be the first to cum. 

For nearly half an hour, it would be safe to say, none of the three was aware of anything other than the joy and the excitement and the intensity of each and every second of the passion of giving and receiving.  Surely, even Khayri, the hotel Manager, thirteen floors, some one hundred thirty feet below, felt the yells, the screams, and the thunderous explosion caused by the simultaneous release of pent-up energies and fluids of the three young men enjoying each other to the fullest, enjoying the build-up and release, the lustful dominance and passivity, as only men can pleasure and share with one another. 

They collapsed in a heap on the bed.  Their sweat and drool and other frothy bodily fluids oozed and dripped from asshole or the relaxed corners of lips onto what had once been a beautiful bedspread.  They slept the sleep of the satiated and exhausted.

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Gerry was dreaming.  He stirred.  And as he stirred, he took his piss-hardon in hand and aimed it.

Because of his training and dedication to serving his Master, Muti immediately awakened at the slight movement, fully aware, and, seeing the first dribbles of urine, quickly moved to take care of the situation.  Instantly, he deep-throated Gerry's very adequate faucet and let the stream flow straight into his stomach, consciously milked and assisted by the rippling motion of the muscles of his throat.

Gerry's eyes flew open, and, seeing and feeling what was happening, he tried to push the human toilet away, but Muti refused to budge.

Gerry tightened whatever muscles were involved *, thereby shutting off the flow of urine.  "WHAT THE FUCK'S GOIN' ON?" he yelled, trying to move away.

Ted was suddenly awakened by the commotion, and stared, wide-eyed, at his bed-fellows.

Muti finally relented and moved away.  "You were starting to piss yourself and the bed," he replied.  "I did what I could in order to avoid any further soiling of yourself and the bed-clothes."

Apologies were made.  Ted began giggling at the situation.  And Gerry dashed to the bathroom to finish relieving himself. 

"Oh, fuck!" he called back to the bedroom during mid-stream;  "what time is it?  How long were we asleep?"

Ted had moved from the bed and was stretching.  He looked at the Egyptian brass clock on the wall and called back, "It's 4:20 now.  We must have slept for more than an hour.  Why?  What's wrong?"

"Shit!" Gerry exclaimed, flushing the toilet.  We've got little more than half-an-hour before we have to leave for dinner."  His last words were accompanied by the sound of spraying water as he turned on the shower.  "I'll be out in a bit."

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"Come on, Muti, let's join him … but no hanky-panky!  Understand?  We don't have time."

Muti frowned, slowly shaking his head from side to side.  "Hang-kee-pang-kee???"

Ted burst into laughter.  He reached out, grabbed hold of Muti's dangling prong.  It jerked in response, and Ted quickly leaned forward and kissed the head of it.  "THAT kind of 'hang-kee-pang-kee'!"

"Oh!" he replied.  "New American word."  He snorted a repressed chuckle, and Ted broke into laughter again.

"Come on!"

Together, Ted's arm around Muti's waist, they rushed to the bathroom.  Ted opened the shower door and stepped in.

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"Almost finished," Gerry announced.

"We can save time if we all shower together," Ted told him.

"Well, okay," Gerry said, wiping the water from his eyes.  Seeing Muti standing outside the open glass door, he continued, "Well, come on in – but NO hanky-panky!  We gotta hurry!"

"No hanky-panky, Mast… uhhh … Gerry," Muti snorted again and then giggled.  And that brought about more giggles and laughter from Ted.

"What's going on with you two?" Gerry asked.

As each man maneuvered to get as much warm water on himself as possible within the rather small enclosure, explanations were made, naked wet skin rubbed against other naked wet skin, the bar of soap was passed from one to the other for mutual lathering, it was dropped (accidentally???) a few times, and engorged cocks teasingly probed ass clefts.

"ENOUGH!  ENOUGH!" Gerry bellowed.  Everybody rinse off, get out, dry off, and get dressed.  We gotta hurry."

Muti must have been feeling more comfortable with his becoming a 'friend', because his servile manners disappeared when he relaxed enough to ask, "Didn't you mean, 'Everybody rinse OUT and get OFF ' instead?"

Ted and Gerry just stood there with dumbfounded, shocked expressions for a moment, and then roared with hilarity.

"What got into YOU?" Gerry asked.

"Yeah, what got into you?" Ted echoed.

Muti looked so innocent and child-like when he began to grin as he silently answered, hungrily staring in response at Gerry's cock.

"What are you?  A … uhhh … what's the word you call'em here in the East? … a … uhhh … houri-boy?" Gerri teased. **

Muti suddenly looked hurt.  The sparkle had vanished from his eyes.  The joviality had deserted his countenance.  His stature began to slump.

"What?  What's wrong?" Ted and Gerry asked.

"What did I say?" Gerry inquired with concern.  He grabbed Muti to hold him upright.

His head hanging, Muti did not even look up when he haltingly answered Gerry.  "How … would … you feel … if I called … you … a … 'fag'?" he dared to ask.

In a flash, Gerry and Ted then seemed to understand.  Tenderly, they both embraced him to their naked flesh and began kissing him – Ted, his neck and back;  Gerry, his face and lips. 

Between the kisses, all Gerry could say was, "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  I didn't know.  Please forgive me, dear, dear Muti … please?"

To be continued...

* FOOTNOTE ONE:  'Whatever muscles…':  The Urethral Sphincter (the collective name for the muscles used to control the flow of urine).  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sphincter_urethrae

** FOOTNOTE TWO:  'Houri-boy':  a slanderous Middle-Eastern term for boys and young men who use their bodies for the sexual gratification of older men.

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Posted: 09/19/08