Please follow nifty rules regarding the reading of homoerotic material.
This story is about characters from my book in the same way that Kit's story is.
Mohammed, the narrator of this story is a prominent character throughout much of my book "Arabian Nights", but his character is always tied to Salem, the main character of the book. Jean appears very briefly in the book as well, but I felt he could handle a bigger part, so to achieve that I have written this stand alone story that should give readers of my book much more pleasure than new readers because of the tie in with Salem, Michel and Shaka as well. This first part contains no sex, just allusions to it. In the second part the sexual content is done, I hope, with taste for two people deeply in love.
The Story is complete in two parts.
Arabian Nights
Mohammed and Jean's Story
Part 1
Jean's Formative Years
This whole situation was totally unbelievable. I couldn't even begin to count the number of slaves and free men that had graced my bed. I had never taken a slave that I had personally selected while he was a free man, and seldom a freeman, Salem being the main exception, so why had I with this little urchin who was not even going to be any good for sex. Too young, too skinny and a tiny penis.
Salem, Michel and Shaka had been gone for years. On very rare occasions I was able to make love to Salem again when he passed through the kingdom, or I was in London at a different time to Justin, Salem's true love, and there lay the problem.
Salem had been eighteen when I had first seen him and taken him as a lover, not a slave. He only looked about fourteen apart from the fact that he had a substantial penis that pleased me. He was Eurasian. Michel and Shaka were slaves, Michel, particularly was a stunning Tunisian boy but Shaka was a very handsome young African man with the most incredible appendage. Salem had become my lover for years and we still had great affection for one another, but I realised I wanted another boy to love, not necessarily I realised to make love to. Age creeping up on me I guess, well being in my forties was getting on a bit.
My name is Mohammed and I am the finance minister for a small Arab Emirate, I am also a boy lover and for years Salem furnished all the loving I needed.
I had been in Tripoli for business and during a break from meetings I had wandered into the souk, (the Arab market). While I was sat enjoying a coffee I noticed a young boy begging, across the street from where I sat. He was skinny and unkempt and very definitely not a very good beggar. When I finished my coffee I walked across to talk to him.
"Hello boy, what's your name?"
He lifted his head to look at me and in a very quiet voice said, "I am called Jean, Sir"
In the time that he took to say it I knew he was going to come with me. The eyes they say are a mirror to the soul. This boy had a soul that cried out for love. I could see it.
"Do you have any family Jean?"
"No Sir," was his unemotional reply. "I can't remember ever having any family Sir."
"Would you like to come and live with me and be part of my family?"
The beautiful innocent eyes suddenly became wary.
"Why would you want to do that Sir?"
"I think we might have a need for each other very much."
He looked bemused.
"I have a great deal of love to give, and no one to give it to. I think you might be the same."
He stood up then and I could see him better. He was probably eleven or twelve, definitely undernourished, of course dirty and unkempt.
"Why don't you come to my hotel with me? You can bathe, eat and we'll get you some proper clothes to wear."
I guessed that wasn't a first and that he probably wasn't a virgin, but bathing, eating and having new clothes must have been a big plus when you were dirty, hungry and dressed in rags.
His clothes were quite obviously vermin ridden so he was more than a little surprised when I asked a porter at the hotel to come with us and bring a rubbish bag, as I collected my key. At the door to my suite I took hold of Jeans djelaba and pulled it over his head, deposited it in the bag the porter held and ushered him into my suite and straight through to the bathroom. He was naked, the djelaba had been his only attire
It all happened so unexpectedly and quickly that Jean was stood in the shower before he had time to say anything. I turned on the water, pointed out to Jean how to control the temperature and told him to soak for a while, I would be back soon.
I called down to a men's store in the hotel lobby, told them what I wanted and went back to join Jean in the shower. He was surprised to see me naked but was soon relaxed as we played, soaping and washing each other. He smelt and looked so much better when we were dried and standing facing each other afterwards, still naked of course. I slipped on a pair of boxers, then trousers and a Polo.
"Wait here Jean, I will be back with some clothes for you."
My guess had obviously been good. Boxers, trousers with elasticated waist band, shirt and shoes, all fitted him fine. However, before I let him dress I scoped him out thoroughly. He was about five feet tall, very skinny so that almost all his bones showed. He wasn't classically beautiful but he did have good bone structure so I guessed he would be handsome when we had built him up a little. Like so many of my race, he had long eye lashes and very dark eyes that in his case were deep pools and so very expressive. The whole was topped by a mass of black hair. I had no idea how it would look when cut because there was just so much of it. He had a bony arse and tiny genitals. I guessed he had not reached puberty, not just because of his age but also his life style. Half starved, I would guess him to be a late developer.
"Now young man, would you like some food?"
His eyes lit up and he gushed out an, "Oh yes please Sir."
I knew I had made the right decision by the time we returned to my suite. We had ordered food he could eat with his fingers because I didn't want to embarrass him in the dining room if he had problems with cutlery.
"Jean, if you come back to my home with me it will have to be as a slave, but I will not treat you like one. I will look after you and educate you, when you are an adult you can make your own decision about what you want to do."
He wasn't stupid. He knew about slavery, it couldn't be worse than his present life, so he shrugged and agreed to come with me.
"Will I have to have sex with you Sir?"
I looked at this little stick insect I had gathered up and laughed. I took him in my arms and just cuddled him as we sat in the lounge of my suite.
"No Jean, you will never have sex with me but I think I would like you to sleep with me at night for cuddles."
He obviously thought that would be ok but I could still see the wary look so I knew he didn't believe me. It didn't matter, time would solve that problem and I had the feeling we would have a lot of that.
My sleep that night was as good as any I had since Salem left. I felt totally refreshed the next morning and ordered breakfast for two to be sent to my suite. Jean was delightful to watch. Fingers had patently been his main utensils when eating so he had problems with all the proper cutlery. I couldn't let his embarrassment continue so I helped him and talked while I did so.
"This is all very confusing Jean, isn't it?"
He looked sheepishly at me and nodded.
"Please don't worry. When we get back to my palace I will ask my Major Domo to start teaching you how to handle this new way of life."
With eyes as wide as saucers he said, "You really live in a palace, Sir?"
"Yes Jean and so will you from now on."
That piece of information had to be digested slowly. Nothing in his existence could even begin to make this appear possible.
"We are going home tomorrow but because you have no papers and therefore no passport you will not be able to travel openly with me. You will go to sleep here tomorrow night and when you wake up you will be in my palace in the Kingdom."
His eyes were so wide open they appeared to take up most of his face. I laughed and took him into my arms for another cuddle. I thought that this could become a very regular habit.
There were no suitable shops for me to buy more clothes for him so I left him to watch TV in my suite while I attended the last of my meetings giving careful instructions to one of my staff to make sure Jean was looked after.
I wasn't able to return to the suite until a few hours before we had planned to fly home. When I did Jean was quite agitated wondering if I had deserted him. He threw himself into my arms and cried. Through his sobbing I gathered that he was worried for me. I calmed him down, got him a drink that I had doctored with a strong sleeping draft and when he fell asleep in my arms I placed him carefully in the box I had had prepared and delivered, closed it and locked it before organising my packing and the delivery of my cases and the box to my aircraft. Diplomatic privilege meant that the box was put aboard without problems. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When Jean was led into the main dining room of the palace the next morning to join me for breakfast the look on his face made me want to cry with the pleasure it gave me. I remembered Salem when this happened to him, but with Jean it was even more wondrous because he was younger and far more deprived than Salem had been.
"Good morning Jean, did you sleep well?"
"Oh yes Sir, and when I woke up I was in a huge bed with these two men stood at the end."
Jean pointed to the two slaves I had detailed to look after him. They were beautiful young men clad in just the loincloths that my slaves wore.
He blushed then and continued.
"They bathed me before dressing me. I was very ashamed when they touched my private parts but they are so big and strong and I am so skinny and small so I had to let them."
I tried not to laugh.
"You don't need to be ashamed Jean. They are your body servants and will be looking after you. I would like you to sleep with me most nights but you will have your own quarters and these two boys will look after you and them."
I gave him time to absorb that while we ate breakfast. Lots of fresh fruit mainly. Jean's skin was beautifully soft but I was going to ensure that his diet would make improvements even on that. When we had finished I told him I was going to town to work and that he would be in the charge of my Major Domo for the day.
"I want you to pay attention to what he tells you Jean."
I left it at that, kissed him gently on the lips before leaving and told him I would be back for supper.
The transformation when I returned was marvellous. He had been given a complete makeover, his hair, body, nails, everything, so that he looked like a young prince clad in the new clothes that had been brought out from town for him.
We sat down for supper after I had bathed and changed.
"Have you enjoyed your day, Jean?"
Eyes like saucers again.
"Oh yes, Sir, and I have practised using knives and forks."
He was showing me how quickly he could learn by using the utensils very efficiently.
"I have also met my tutor who is going to teach me to read and write and to speak English and French."
He was talking and acting so self assured already I was amazed. I wondered what amazing changes I would see in the first few months. I suppose a little street urchin has no expectations so he was taking everything as it came quite calmly.
That night he curled up with me and I think he was still quite surprised that I did not want sex with him despite the fact that we were both naked. I had him spooned into me and it felt so incredibly comfortable having this little body so close. I told him the next morning, jokingly, that he was my cuddle cushion because he was so soft. He told Salem that on his next visit which made me blush, it was such an intimate thing I thought, just between the two of us. I would have to be careful what I said to him and remember he was only twelve.
I decided that as part of his training he would spend some time clad in a loincloth and be treated like a slave, particularly when I had quests.
Jean's progress in etiquette and education amazed me. His tutor was English educated so that language was spoken in an almost total immersion environment. Jean had listened to French for so much of his life that he picked that up very quickly as well. Learning to read and write Arabic was more difficult for him despite it being his mother tongue.
I watched him with so much pleasure as he developed into a very graceful and self assured young man. When he was clothed properly he very soon took on the air of the young prince he was destined to become.
When I wanted sex I would take a mature slave to bed and on those nights Jean would sleep in his own suite, very much in the way that Salem had. It hardly seemed possible that had started nearly twenty years before.
I was so proud of Jean when Salem arrived for a visit bringing Shaka and Michel with him. That first night I took Salem to bed with me to renew our sexual bonding. He was as exquisite as ever despite being in his thirties. Jean slept with Shaka and Michel in a sandwich. At breakfast the next morning Jean, in wide eyed wonder told me about the size of Shaka's penis.
"I am so pleased I am not a proper slave, Sir, if Shaka used his penis on me I am sure he would split me in two."
What a wonderful jolly breakfast that turned out to be. Salem kept looking at me and Jean, noticing my eyes which I guess gave me away.
I suppose Salem's unspoken words said more to me than the ones he uttered because soon after they left I spoke to the ruler and was allowed to set aside Jean's slave status and adopt him as my son. The transformation was amazing. Salem had got a little above himself at times as my companion but Jean never did even as my son. He was I realised a total delight. There were few nights he did not sleep with me as my sexual libido decreased.
On his fourteenth birthday I took him to Paris. Time to start building his culture, Museums and Galleries, Architecture and Theatre. From Paris to Italy and some of the great Italian Operas at venues like La Scala, we saw them all.
I didn't want to overload him so we went home after that. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I watched him with some of my guests at a very formal dinner one night when he was approaching sixteen. There were heads of state from other Emirates, Ambassadors from major world nations and a few minor Princes. Jean was the consummate host, summoning waiters where needed to replenish drinks if he saw a guest with an empty glass. At dinner he sat between the wife of the French Ambassador and an English Government Minister's wife. He was switching to English and French with practised ease as he talked to each one and translated for each in turn if their language failed them. The praise heaped on him after dinner by these two ladies made me realise I had now accomplished what I had set out to do with him when I picked him out of the gutter of Tripoli.
The next stage of his education was going to devastate me I knew but I thought it was necessary
"Jean, I think it would be a very good idea for you to sit the English education certificate exams and then go to school in England for two years to obtain your advance certificates."
I had bitten the bullet and that was how I approached it at breakfast a few mornings after his greatest success.
He looked shattered.
"Are you fed up with me then, Father."
I just got out of my chair, walked round the table and knelt beside him. I kissed him quite passionately and said.
"No my Son, this decision is breaking my heart but I think completing your education is important."
"Can't I complete it here with tutors the same as I have been doing?"
"Yes Jean, you could, but the main reason for sending you away is so that you can mix with, and interact with boys of your own age and disposition."
His arguments lasted over several days until in frustration I forbade him bringing up the subject again. When we went to England to enrol him in his new school I realised I had been with this boy for four years and that he was the dearest human being in my life.
He wouldn't cry when I left him but I am sure he did later.
The reports I got weekly were all very positive, despite having no peers to base his development on he had absorbed his new culture and was a popular student. For some reason totally bemusing me he had taken to hockey and was an aggressive and effective attacking forward responsible for many of his team's successes.
His first half term and he was hot foot for the kingdom and a week with me. It was marvellous to have him home. I spoilt him of course taking him to Dubai for a couple of days and spending far too much money on him. We tried the new Ski slope there and Jean loved it.
"Oh Papa this is fantastic. Can we go Skiing at Christmas? I know some of my class mates are going, perhaps we can stay in the same resort as them."
I bit the bullet then to see how far apart we had become in just seven short weeks.
"I don't think it is my thing Jean, but we can get you booked in and let one of your friend's parents take responsibility for you."
His shoulders slumped a little but he straightened them up again when he spoke to me.
"No, it isn't important. I would sooner be with you than anywhere else in the world."
I grinned at him.
"I'm sorry my Son, that was wicked of me. I just wanted to see if you had got fed up with me. Of course we can go. Get as many details as you can from your friends and we'll book a chalet for the holidays. We can learn together."
He forgot where we were and threw himself into my arms to give me a very passionate kiss. I laughed and told him he would get us arrested if he did that very often. He looked round and blushed as he realised how many people were looking at us.
"I'm sorry Papa."
People that heard his comment applauded us and with both of us grinning we both bowed to our audience.
An expatriate father and son were stood near us and the father said to me.
"I wish my son showed as much affection to me as yours does to you."
The boy was similar age to Jean, who looked at him and said.
"My father loves me to show affection to him and I love him so much it is easy to do after the first time."
The boy blushed scarlet but went up to his father, kissed him gently on the lips and said, "I do love you Dad, thank you for everything."
That was it, we had company for dinner that night and it looked likely the same company during our ski holiday.
I suppose this was something else I had to thank Salem for. He had always been a very affectionate companion and lover.
My life was suddenly taking many new avenues that were strange to me but I had to admit they were keeping me young. Salem had commented how happy and obviously in love I was when he had last seen me at the palace looking at Jean and that I guess was what this was all about. I was a gay man enjoying fatherhood. I started to wonder about Jean's sexuality. He had certainly grown into a very handsome young man. I was so proud of the way he carried himself and behaved. He was everything I could wish for but he had never shown any interest in the male slaves in the palace, some of whom were stunningly handsome and I had never noticed him showing particular interest in any of the females that crossed our path. I knew there was nothing wrong with his machinery because he had regular medicals at my insistence. The doctor told me that Jean had a very high sperm count so he would make babies very easily. Father/son talk had emphasised that fact to him so that he would always practice safe sex.
He went back to school and I went back to work making sure I cleared everything before the holidays so that I could enjoy two weeks of skiing with Jean. It was there that his sexuality showed, and shocked me. He not very subtly made a play for one of his friend's father. It was embarrassing for both of us but I had to say something. We had a beautiful chalet close to the town and the ski lifts and I had invited the father and son we met at the Dubai ski slope. I took Jean to our room after skiing one afternoon and sat him down on the bed.
"You have done nothing but make me proud of you Jean from the day I picked you up in Tripoli so this embarrasses me. You are making it far too obvious that you would like Michael's father to take you to bed. If you are going after older men you must be much more subtle about it and find out if they have any interest in you sexually. I can tell you, Allan is a straight man, you will get nothing from this flirtation except heartache and embarrassment."
Jean looked down and when he could look at me again I noticed he was blushing and was fighting to hold back the tears.
"I'm sorry Papa, I have known the love of the most wonderful man in the world for almost five years. I feel that I am ready for a sexual relationship now but the only person I really want to make love to me is out of my reach so I suppose I am trying for a substitute."
I staggered and sat down hard. The boy that I had said I would never have sex with was making it very clear that he wanted to. We still went to bed together, always naked and always with Jean spooning into me. I had seen him with an erection, and he me but I don't think I had ever thought about sex in his presence and I had never noticed his eyes telling me what his words just had, so, it was a total shock.
I got up, moved across the room and sat next to him on the bed. I took him in my arms and gently kissed him all over his face.
"My beautiful Son, I love you so much, but this. I don't know what to say. How long have you known?"
"I think for a long time but it was while I was fooling around with Toy in the pool while you and Salem sat watching us that our conversation made me realise. Toy told me how much Salem loved and respected you for all the wonderful years he had been your lover but he said he was never jealous because Salem loved him so much and showed him often. I realised then that I wanted you to love me like that."
What on earth was I going to do? I remembered Salem's comment when he saw how much I loved Jean and told him about our relationship.
"I can see that Mohammed, I knew you didn't want him for sex, he is much too small", and we had laughed, but now Jean was not too small. Quite the reverse, he was a very well endowed young man, but he was my son, not by blood but by choice which made our relationship even more precious. How could I possibly turn our relationship on its head and make love to him? I was lost, whatever decision I made would change our relationship. I didn't think I wanted carnal knowledge of this boy, but if I did how would that change the way we perceived each other. For me it was a monumental problem. It wasn't solved that holiday, but we did have long talks some evenings if we excused ourselves early. I openly discussed gay sex with Jean. I told him how I used to make love to Salem and some of the incredible orgies I had organised with Salem, Michel and Shaka. I always emphasised the loving ones, not any where I had been a bit evil. It was quite obvious by the time I returned him to school in England and left for the kingdom that I would have to do some serious heart searching and make a decision on our future conduct by the time he came home for his next half term.
Jean telephoned me several times a week and wrote long letters to me as well. The tone between the two of us gradually became less father and son and more good friends. I realised he had engineered a lot of this with the intention of making it easier for us to change our previous roles. I was still very unsure of taking this huge step. Age wise he was perfect for me, I loved boys in their late teens, I always had. Salem had lasted so long as my lover because even now, in his late thirties he still looked like a much younger man. I was amazed really because his terrible ordeal in India should have destroyed his beautiful skin.
It was while thinking about Salem that the idea hit me. Talk to him. He had grown wise and still loved me so he would look at it more dispassionately than me but with the knowledge of my character and love for Jean.
His advice was short and to the point.
"It is a huge step to take Mohammed, but if Jean loves you so much that he wants it to become sexual I think you should try it. The alternative may well be that he makes desperate attempts to secure a mature lover that ends up getting him into trouble and will at best only be a substitute for what he really wants."
I hadn't thought of that but Salem had so much experience guiding members of his inner circle. Pierre was a huge credit to his guidance, Toy was so relaxed and comfortable around him and the whole of Michel's family appeared to worship him so he had to be doing something right.
With great trepidation I awaited the return of my son.
The beautiful relationship gets even better in the second part.