Sami can lick his own cock!

  • Sami is my best friend.  We were an unmatched pair.  I am just over five
    feet tall and don't look my thirteen years.  I look more like ten.  My Scotch
    English heritage sure shows in my ginger hair and pale pinkish skin.
    
    Sami (an Arab name) is the same age as me but that's the end of the
    similarity.  Sami is actually almost six feet tall, skinny too because he gained
    five inches of that height in recent months.
    
    I'll tell only you: I think I love him.
    
    I could gaze at his face forever.  That big nose, those long, shiny black
    eyelashes and that faint moustache.  Oh shit, I'm getting a stiffy.  No one
    would notice because it isn't large enough to poof my pants out I do get red
    in the face and Sami can tell when I'm in a sexy mood.
    
    I think Sami has the hots for me too.  I remember two weeks ago I slept
    over at his mansion.  We both live in DC.  His house must be one of the
    largest in Washington.  His father is a bit shot, head of a Saudi group.  It has
    something to do with oil big surprise.  But about he hots, during the night I
    woke up and I realized that his arms were around me and he was pressing
    his crotch against my ass.  I could feel his hardness.  I never mentioned it.
    
    My parents are modest in income.  We live in a two bedrroom apartment
    near the freeway.  Both Sami and I attend a very fancy prep academy .  His
    family can easily afford it.  Mine because my dad is an administrator there
    and my mom a teacher.   I get free tuition.
    
    I began getting jiggly over Sami when I saw him on the soccer field his long
    legs the color of sun blossom honey coming out of short shorts and flashing
    in the sun.  He was a soccer nut and he was never without a ball in his hand
    (a soccer ball that is.)
    
    We've seen each other naked many times.  He has black hair around his dick
    and a faint fuzziness in his ass crack.  We talk about each other's bodies and
    watch for my signs of growing up.  I show a little, at least my penis is
    growing...a little.  He seems to admire my smoothness and color but he's got
    it all over me in the sexiness department.
    
    Teachers called him Samuel, thinking it was more formal, but Sami is the
    name.
    
    Sami came to the US when he was six and by now was more American
    teenager than I am, but still he had a slight accent and precision of speech
    that is sexy.  He called me Beely, for Billy.  I love it.
    
    We have a date for me to spend Friday night at his palace.  This will be the
    second time.  He has been teasing me all day with a promise to reveal
    something wonderful to me.  "Something about a new way to get off."  Wow,
    this is really got me excited.
    
    We arrived at the mansion.  The front steps were a long flight to the double
    oak doors.  Sami knocked with the big knocker.  He explained to me that
    security requires even he to enter this way.  There was no key to the door.
    
    The door was opened by an enormous Saudi in native dress.  He didn't talk
    but he made a gesture that was of respect for Sami.  I was impressed.
    
    "You want to wash before dinner?"
    
    "Sure"
    
    "Follow me."  I followed him to a small elevator off the reception hall.  There
    was barely room for two of us and I enjoyed feeling him so close.  He always
    had a sandalwood, spicy smell.  Must be that he used cologne.   When the
    excruciatingly slow damask lined car arrived, he darted out and I lost him for
    a moment but then found him in front of a door.
    
    "How do you find your bedroom?  There must be ten up here and all the
    doors look alike."
    
    "I leave a trail of bread crumbs."
    
    "F-u-u-u-ny."
    
    The bedroom was made for a king.  The bed was at least double to normal
    width and it was topped with a pale gold canopy topped with a golden crown.
    I was really in the high rent district now.
    
    He pointed to a door in the wall.  "Shit house is over there."
    
    I walked in.  Some shit house!  The walls were covered with pale green
    marble and the sink handles looked like real gold.
    
    "They're real gold," Sami said as though he heard my thoughts, "But they
    work the same as chromium ones."
    
    I quickly washed my hands using the exotic soap on the marble soap holder
    and splashed water on my face.  I took the small linen bordered in lace and
    embroidered with Arabic writing.  I guess it was the family name.
    
    "Let me in," Sami called through the partly open door.
    .
    He came in and stood in front of the toilet and unfurled his slim snake and
    peed loudly.
    
    "You sure make a lot of noise."
    
    "It's the marble commode," he said grunting.
    
    "Okay, let's go down stairs and eat. I already called from school to order our
    meal.  We'll be alone, the folks are at an embassy reception."
    
    The dining room was too big for just two guys Sami explained, "If you don't
    mind, we are eating in the breakfast room
    
    "Cosy," I said "Our dining room is a space at the end of the livingroom."
    
    This breakfast room was all windows.  Nice, better than nice.  The meal was
    served by a maid in shapeless dress and veil.  No fucking the servants in this
    house.
    
    The food was strictly American, hamburgers and stuff.
    
    After dinner Sami asked if I would like to see a movie.
    
    "I hate to leave the house, it looks rainy."
    
    "No dope, we have a movie theater, follow me."
    
    What a setup, a small theater that seated about twelve and a screen about
    fifty inches.
    
    "What's your favorite movie?"
    
    "Original star wars."
    
    "You're on.  Mine too."
    
    For the next few hours we sat side by side watching this great movie.  I
    noted things I had missed when I first saw it.
    
    When the closing credits came on Sami said, "There is a tray in the
    bedroom.  You a little sleepy and hungry too?"
    
    "Yeah."
    
    This time we squeezed into the little bandbox of an elevator and on the slow
    trip to the bedroom floor Sami put his arms around my waist playfully and
    pulled me tight against his front.  I felt his hard penis digging into my belly.
    I wiggled back at him and he began to breathe a little audibly.
    
    He said, "Don't move more.  I have a fast trigger."
    
    I backed against the wall but it wasn't so far away, the car was really a tight
    fit.
    
    In the room Sami began undressing.  "Let's have a naked feast,"
    
    I nodded but it turned out that both of us were a little shy and kept on our
    under shorts.  Sami called out, "Let's see what she left for us.  Ooh nice, a
    chocolate cake, cookies, ices and cokes."
    
    "A good balanced diet," I said grabbing a slab of chocolate cake."
    
    Two thirteen year olds like us can demolish a tray like this one and we did it
    in five minutes and both burped loudly from the fizzy coke.
    
    "You can have the bathroom first.  You're the guest."
    
    I finished up and he went in.  I waited on top of the  covers.  The bed was
    huge, four kids could sleep here.
    
    "Would you mind sleeping on the other side.  I'm a creature of habit."
    
    I climbed out and came around and settled myself on the other side.  We
    easily five feet apart.
    
    "Aren't you going to kiss me goodnight, my mom always does."
    
    I can tell you, I always dreamed of kissing Sami.  Those curvy red lips were
    my idea of the best lips on Earth.  I rolled toward him.  When I was pretty
    close he threw his arm around and drew me close.  It was he who initialed
    the kiss.  His put little small kisses all over my lips and then with a loud sigh
    he pressed his open mouth against mine.  We stay that way for a long time,
    both breathing hard around our kissing lips.  Finally we parted and looked at
    each other with amazement.
    
    "You're my honey," he said, surprising me at the affectionate word.
    
    To break the icky moment I misquoted Shakespeare.  "To sleep, to dream."
    
    "Yes, and in the morning I'll show you my new cum method."
    
    I settled down and to my surprise I fell asleep quickly.  I did half wake up at
    about 2PM by the lit beside clock.  Sami was against my back and moving
    slightly.  I think he really wasn't asleep.  I would have loved to turn around
    and maybe grab his peter and rub it but I didn't want to embarrass him.
    
    A shaft of light at eight o'clock fell across my eyes and I opened them.  Sami
    was awake and sitting with his back leaning against the upholstered back
    board of the bed.  His under shorts were off.  He was very naked and
    fingering his penis and looking at me with a soulful look, almost plaintively.
    My guess was that he had worked himself up while I slept and was really
    wanting to get off.
    
    I was just about to offer when he said, "Watch this."
    
    He slid down on the bed and put his hands under each thigh and lifted them.
    In a moment his bent lanky body allowed his long penis to be a few inches
    from his now partly open mouth.
    
    I held my breath and then it happened.

    His straining was obvious on his face.  His expression was one I had never
    seen.  It was a little off putting.  His mouth was pulled down and the whole
    look was that of an avid bird of prey.  But then the moist head of his very
    red penis was touching his mouth.  His lips were fluted out like a trumpet
    player.  I could faintly smell the odor of the droplets near his pee hole.  It
    was intoxicating.
    
    My own dick was painfully hard and I rubbed it to quiet it down but it still
    kept jumping.  I had not yet produced any cum like Sami could but when I
    rub it briskly I entered a world of sensation that was so overwhelming that
    once I fainted a little.
    
    But now I was concentrating on my beloved friend who seemed pained and
    anxious and unfulfilled.  He was groaning in need or excitement.  Then with
    a mighty push he bent his body further exposing his parted ass cheeks and
    ass hole.  This new position brought his penis right into his mouth and his
    sucked away at it and licked in affectionately.
    
    "Oh this is so hot I can't hardly stand it," I groaned.  "Do you need help?"
    
    I didn't answer me.  He was totally I unto himself.   He had discovered that
    he didn't need me, didn't need anyone.  He could make himself feel
    supremely good by himself.  He was a world to himself.  I felt left out.
    
    But then I realized that he was so inflamed that it was  almost too much for
    my sweet.  The baby wanted so much to cum, to end this struggle.  I then
    heard his strangled voice.
    
    "Play with my ass hole."
    
    "Your ass hole.  I, I, I don't know about that, I..."
    
    "Do it, you white skinned stupid American."
    
    I was stung but still caught in the his passion.  I half forgave him as I moved
    closer to his parted buttocks.  There was his hole, ringed with faint black
    fuzz.  It was sucking in and out as if begging for attention.  I reached out a
    finger and stroked it.
    
    Sami wailed in ecstacy.
    
    "Oh that's good.  I getting close.  Now lick it."
    
    "Lick it?  Gee, I don't know."
    
    He reached out one of his long arms and cupped the back of my head and
    pushed me right into his ass.
    
    I put out my tongue and swiped it across the pucker.  He let out a high
    pitched vocalization.  I was like a dumb dog happy to make his master
    happy.  I began swirling my tongue all around the rim and suddenly he
    began making sounds like grunts or hiccups and his whole trunk began
    moving in and out.  I peeked between his legs and I saw him gulping and
    swallowing, his eyes closed and a look of transfiguration on his face.  The
    boy was cuming like a fire hose, so much that it was running out of the sides
    of his mouth and rolling down his cheeks and onto his young tan chest.
    
    I caused that!  I was happy for him, but then the pain of his insult returned
    and I moved away from him.  He dropped his legs and lid down on this back
    in exhaustion.  As he recovered I turned my back on him to show my
    displeasure.  He didn't notice.  He was out of it for the moment.
    
    Then as I willed myself in a half sleep I felt his hand rubbing my back.  Then
    he kissed my neck. I moved away, still insulted at his outburst.
    
    He murmured in my ear, his breath making goose bumps up and down my
    spine.  "I'm so sorry.  I am not a terrorist, I cried for the twin towers."
    
    I shook my body as if to dislodge him from caressing me.
    
    "Hey Boy would you like me to give you pleasure?  I can do it.  I got plenty
    of practice on my own dick."
    
    I half turned toward him resting on one shoulder.  "You'd do that?
    
    He kissed my forehead now within his reach.  "I would love to do it.  I
    always dreamed about bringing you into the other world with my magic
    carpet, my tongue."
    
    My peter began to rise up as I pictured his smooth red tongue surrounding
    it.
    
    He shook my shoulders.  "What say?"
    I didn't answer but I turned completely on my back.  My prick lay hard
    against my belly.
    
    I realized that Sami was close, leaning down, examining my stuff.
    
    "You have two blond hairs at the base of your penis.  You want me to pull
    them out?"
    
    "No you fucker, I need all I have. Are you going to sight-see all day or do
    something."
    
    In answer he swiped that bold tongue across the head.  Waves of sensation
    swept my body and I crooned a little.
    
    He picked up his head and looked at me.  "It's good huh.  I like your song."
    
    I was a little embarrassed at my show of passion but I pushed down and
    mashed his face into my crotch.  He began flicking his tongue all over  y
    penis and then when I was so enthralled that my eyes were crossed.  Then
    he stopped.
    
    "You want me to take it into my mouth?"
    
    I nodded.
    
    "ay it outloud."
    
    "Sami,, suck me please."
    
    He giggled a bit and then swooped down and took the head of my prick
    between his lips and sipped at it and liked it.  I was off and running into a
    hazy of feeling.  I knew that this was only the beginning and soon the main
    act would begin
    
    He stopped and seemed to pull his strength together and then bent down
    again and took my penis deep in his mouth.  He withdrew and then back
    again   Now he added a wanking on the shaft with his hand.  The double
    stimulation was bringing me to, I thought, one of my dry orgasms.  Not that
    that was bad.  It felt great to get that feeling, almost before a sneeze that is
    relived as one sneezes, but this time it was different.  I felt my balls pulling
    up and a strange buzzing in my legs tt rapidly traveled upward until I was in
    the grip of paralysis.  I hung there for a moment my face contorted and then
    I felt my prick pulling inward and then spitting out something.
    
    I learned what it was as Sami rose up and crowed gleefully, showing his
    tongue with a deposit of white stuff on it.
    
    "You're a man, my son.  It was a small cum but delicious.  We are going to
    have so much fun."
    
    But the fun was put on hold because his father was called back to Saudi
    Arabia for a petroleum conference.  He insisted that Sami come with him.
    Sami said his father thought he was becoming too American and needed to
    reacquaint himself with his culture and language..
    
    So for two terrible weeks I had to do without my friend and sex with him.  I
    was glad he was having this adventure, flying in a private plane and all.
    
    Aft last he returned full of stories about the luxurious flight and the son of
    one of the princes who Sami thought was a little like us.
    
    "Of ourse we didn't do anything.  In my country it would mean death.  But
    this kid was cute, but not cute enough to die over.  But, "he said, kissing me
    hard, "But you would be worth it."
    
    I told him that I had been thinking of some new stuff to try and we planned
    to spend the night which was Friday, at my house.
    
    And that is where we made the next step.
    
    I could see that both of us were keyed up thinking about the night ahead.
    Whenever we had a class together we would sneak peaks at each other and
    smile, I thought, a little tensely.  Apparently he had been dwelling on sex as
    much as I did during the weeks he was away.
    
    Once that day we were on the down staircase and there was no one around.
    I snuck a feel of his perky backside and he stopped dead and groaned out an
    "O-o-o-h."  He sure was sensitive there and that played into my plans.
    
    I told him, "It's hard not touching you there.  Your backside sticks out in
    those pants like twin hills."
    
    He stopping climbing the stairs.  "No more about it.  I get paralyzed when
    you talk about my ass.  It makes me weak."
    
    In a few more steps we grabbed each other and kissed wetly.  When we
    parted breathing like race horses he said, "You know in he weeks I was away
    you have changed."
    
    "What way?"
    
    "You are a little taller.  I could tell it when we kissed, but besides you
    face looks leaner, older."
    
    "And now I get real spurts."
    
    He waggled a finger, "Don't waste it now that I am back."
    
    Just then we heard voices of approaching students and we hurried down and
    exited.
    
    After school we headed for my house.  As we turned the corner there it was.
    
    "No palace," I said "Just a regular neighborhood house, but I do have my
    own man cave.  The basement is all mine and I can lock the door at the top
    of the stairs."
    
    "You mean I will be your prisoner and no one will hear my calls for help.
    Sounds sexy.  Will you torture me?"
    
    "No but I may tickle you to death."
    My folks were still at their school and I let us in with my key.
    
    "You want cookies and milk sweetie?"
    
    "Okay, but in country it would be almond cookies and tea with a lot of milk."
    
    "Surprise, surprise, that's just what I have for you, but watch out, the tea is
    drugged with a sex potion."
    
    Sami laughed.  "That's one thing I don't need.  I've been half hard all day."
    
    We finished the snack quickly.  We were both anxious to do stuff.  Neither of
    us knew exactly what or how to get started as we climbed down the stairs.
    
    "You didn't lock the door," Sami said.
    
    I when back up and locked it.  When I came down there was my Arab boy
    lounging on my bed.  He had his hands behind his head and I could see his
    black underarm hair exposed in arm hole of his tee shirt. .  It was a dream I
    had always had.
    
    I hugged him and stroked his backside.  He got up and stared into my eyes
    with his long black lashes at half mast and slowly took off his clothes.  It
    amazing that taking off his school clothes and being naked changed him
    from an American boy to an exotic creature.  His tan chest shown with a
    sheen of sweat and some beaded on his light boyish moustache.  I felt as if I
    had encountered him in the Casbah.
    
    "You're are so hot," I said hoarsely as I began undressing.  "You look like a
    prince from the Arabian Knights."
    
    "And you look good enough to eat."
    
    I swirled an imaginary moustache, "All in good time."
    
    I embraced him, loving the feel of our naked bodies against each other and
    inhaling his spicy smell.  I stepped back.  Now was the time to put my plan
    into action.  A plan I had been dreaming about.
    
    "Lie on the bed with your feet on the floor and with your hot backside just on
    the edge."
    
    He got into position.  "You're going to give me an enema, right?"
    
    "Not exactly."
    
    He had an idea what I was going to do because he grasped his legs under
    the thighs and lifted them.  But this wasn't going to be a repeat of the last
    time.
    
    I moved between his legs and took his long feet and put them at my waist
    and them pulled his thin soccer legs so that they were well up on my hip
    bones.  I looked down at him.  His eyes were squinty.  He was loving this.
    
    His ass hole was in perfect position, lined up with the head of my bobbing
    penis.  He let out of low moan as he felt it touch his ass lips.
    
    "You can rub around but don't even think about....you know.  I'm no girl."
    
    I pushed against his clamped down ass lips and gave the rim lots of rubbing.
    He quietly squealing in a high pitched chant.  It was something from the
    near East but kinda girlie.  So much for his fear of being unmanly.  Sami was
    all for sex feelings over everything.  Although he was the boss of the two of
    us, when it came to his sexual play, I could control him completely.
    
    I decided to take over.
    
    "I'm going to make you feel better than you ever did before."
    
    In a small voice that I had never heard, he said, "I'm afraid."
    
    I rubbed his tight ass cheek soothingly.  Be brave my tent boy."
    
    I saw his eyes roll up.  I knew he was ready and that was a  go for it.'
    
    I pushed hard and my prick seemed to break through a barrier and inside a
    hot caressing place.  I began to enter a sex hazy and only a part of my brain
    was functioning.
    
    "Oh Sami, this feels so good.  I'm going to move."
    
    "You're fucking me boy.  Maybe we better stop."
    
    I tested him but pulling out almost to the tip of my cock then plunging in.
    
    "Okay, I'll stop."
    
    That soft baby voice again.  "Maybe try it again but don't tell anyone about
    this."
    
    I laughed out loud at his giving in so easily.  His eyes opened wide as he
    realized that he was at my mercy, but I didn't give him a chance to think too
    much as I began a steady in and out to a lazy beat.  His face was contorted
    with crashing sensations.  His lips were pushed out like they were when he
    sucked himself.  The most exciting thing was that he rocked his body as I
    drew in and out as if to get more feeling.  What a piggy.  A dear piggy.  My
    piggy.
    
    I leaned down between his long legs and was able to lick his lips.  He pursed
    his to try to kiss me but strange, this new position made my cock rub
    against something inside of him.  I had read about that hot spot and now I
    found it.  His eyes snapped open and he said, "What was that?"
    
    I stayed in this upper position and began a heavy fucking motion.  I was
    loving it.  He had left this world now and was reduced to a keening bunch of
    total sexual excitement.
    
    Suddenly he stiffened and I felt hot goo pelting against my belly from his
    jumping cock.  At the same time his ass passage began clamping and
    unclamping around my prick.  My body went into automatic and my new
    found ability to spurt heavy loads of cum went into play.
    
    When I finished I fell against time cementing myself to him with both cums.
    
    When I came back to Earth I looked down at him.  He was still struggling to
    get his eyes open.  Finally he came back and looked like himself.  He smiled
    and said,, "What was in those cookies."
    
    "Don't know, but I know what was in you."
    
    I gave him the most loving hiss I could manage.  When we parted he asked,
    "Do you love me?"
    
    "Until the sane of the desert grow cold."