A Country Boy Goes To The City

It was on my fifth anniversary and I was twenty-three years old when one of the women that I had given my envelope to in the Cherry Bar skipped town and never gave the money to Johnny J. I had seen her a dozen times, although she wasn't the one that usually took the envelope. It took Johnny J. a few days to figure out that I hadn't stolen the envelope myself. He called me to the house and without any explanation, started slapping me around. My mouth bled, I cried and he kept slapping me steadily, saying very little while Delores and one of his other whores kept accusing me of taking his money.

I was never so happy as I was to get out his house that night. I thought he was going to kill me. I left town two days later and moved back to stay with my parents to heal my wounds. Quitting my job was hard to do. I wanted a good reference from the city, but knew that under the circumstances, I wouldn't get one. I had saved enough money so that money wasn't a big concern, but I knew I needed to go get a real job again someday soon.

I kept in touch with Orlan. He had moved to Philadelphia and had met an Arab man by the name of Fareed and had moved in with him. When he asked me to come to visit him, I jumped at the chance to get away. I had no real friends anywhere. My busy schedule as a male prostitute had kept me too busy for friends. I rarely had time to see Orlan or even talk to him on the phone once he had left Chicago two years ahead of me.

I stayed only two days with Orlan and his lover, Fareed. Their home was a sprawling mansion and it appeared that Orlan was being treated like a Queen by Fareed. When I left, I stayed a couple of extra days just to visit some of the history of Philadelphia. It had been the only vacation I had taken as an adult. Six months later, when they asked me to come to a celebration of their commitment ceremony, I couldn't wait to go.

It was a beautiful event with lots of Arab men, a few women, a few American Anglos, and one black man. It seemed to me that nearly everyone that attended was straight, but it was hard to tell. The most surprising event of the night was when Orlan came to me and said, "Fareed wants to take you to bed. I can't say as I blame him. You look hotter than ever."

"Butttt, but, but what about you?" I asked in surprise.

"Oh Bobby, Fareed likes lots of cute guys. I don't mind. Really. He loves me and he's very open-minded. He lets me fuck around some to, although, it can only be with men he chooses. But, its good. I love him. I'd really love it you stayed over tonight and slept with him," Orlan said.

Fareed was a handsome, bearded, five foot eleven Arab man that was educated, wealthy, and very well mannered. He spoke perfect English and I had thought he was gorgeous from the day we met, but never once had I thought that I would be in his bed. "I don't konw. You're my best friend. My only friend, really. I couldn't stand to lose you. I think Fareed is about as hot a man as I've seen in a long time, but he isn't worth losing your friendship over," I offered.

Orlan just laughed. "My god, Bobby, we were whores together. Its just sex for gods sake. I'd love you for going to bed with him. I want you to. It would make Fareed happy and it would make me happy. You've got to do it. For me! And, he's not bad in bed. You'll have a good time," Orlan argued.

I drank two more glasses of wine before I finally agreed to it. "How's this all supposed to take place. Where will you be? Where do I go? It's been a long time that I've been a whore," I laughed.

"It'll be fine. Just hang loose, have a good time and when he's ready, he'll let you know," Orlan said. It sounded simple enough. Since he said I would be spending the night with Fareed, I drank carelessly, started talking to almost every guest that came close to me. It had been a long time since I had been drunk, but I was having a great time.

Nearly every guest had either gone home or taken a guest room in the house when Orlan and a handsome, bearded black man by the name of Mohammed approached me. Orlan introduced me to Mohammed, his black friend, and I decided that he was even better looking than Fareed. "We're going to join you and Fareed in the playroom tonight. Mohammed is Fareed's best friend and is no stranger in the play rooom," Orlan chuckled.

It was a perfect ending to a great party. I couldn't help thinking it odd that the celebration was because of a commitment between Orlan and Fareed, and here they were, both sleeping with another man. I was too drunk to care.

Fareed treated me every bit as wonderful as he had in the past and I was so excited as I saw Orlan and Mohammed going at in the bed next to us, that I wasn't sure if I liked having Fareed fuck me better than watching Mohammed fuck my dearest friend, Orlan. It took me longer to get off than it did Fareed, but then, he hadn't drank even one alcoholic beverage and I had consumed a gallon of it. After he cum inside of me, he held me close as he curled around behind me and as his cock soaked in his own cum, he slowly and patiently worked his hand back and forth over my cock until I finally, blew my load. I think I fell asleep with his cock still soaking inside of me.

I was nearly twenty-four years old when Mohammed and I started seeing each other romantically. I had taken a job in Pittsburg as an assistant to the city manager and he either came to see me on the weekend or I went to Philadelphia to see him. We didn't see Fareed and Orlan every time I went there, and when we did, I was clearly Mohammed's. I wondered if he would ever share me the way Fareed did Orlan. But, I didn't care.

I fell in love quickly. Mohammed considered himself Arab, but I learned that his dark skin was because his mother was African. He hadn't spent much of his childhood with his mother because his father's family didn't want her near them. His mother and father remained freinds, but rarely saw each other. Mohammed was five foot nine inches. He was just the right size for me, just five inches taller than me. He had a gorgeous full beard that he groomed daily. He wasn't muscular like Fareed, but instead, he had an average build with decent muscle tone. His cock, uncut like Fareed's was thick and had a big mushroom head that flared out from his eight and a half inch cock that still made me drool even after knowing him for months.

His appetite for sex was greater than I liked in the beginning. I couldn't believe that he was actually waking me up in the middle of the night to push himself into me one more time. I loved sucking cock and I figured if I sucked him off real often, he would be less inclined to want to fuck me multiple times on the nights we were together. I liked it once or twice even, but I didn't like the middle of the night fucks that seemed to last for an hour. I don't actually know how long they lasted, but it took a long time before I actually took an interest in it after I had already been asleep.

But, he was so affectionate, kissing me all about the neck and ears, pulling my face around to kiss his mouth, and always, spending crazy amounts of time rimming and licking my ass. Even in the middle of the night, he woke me so gently with his tongue pressing against my anus or pushing into it. There would be no way I would have asked him to stop, even though I would have rather slept.

After ten months together, I adapted to the frequent sex. He rarely let me suck him to completion because he said that my ass was too pretty to ignore. He asked me to move in with him just ten months and three days after I had first met him; the night he fucked Orlan.

Like Fareed, he had an enormous home that I had not yet gotten comfortable with. There were servants about twenty-four hours a day and I didn't know any of them. I know that at least three of them saw Mohammed fuck me in a lounge chair by his pool or in his Jacuzzi. The woman that cleaned his bedroom most of the time, had walked in on us more than once while he was rimming me or fucking me. I always make a lot of noise when I'm really enjoying sex and once after I had had a particularly intense climax, the woman asked me if Mohammed was really as great as I had made him seem when he brought me to orgasm. I didn't answer her. I was too embarrassed. I didn't even tell Mohammed that she had made the inquiry.

Mohammed and I were together for six years before he decided that we should engage in sex with others. Like Orlan had told me about Fareed, Mohammed made it clear that he would allow me to have sex with other men, but they must be someone he approved of. He on the other hand never sought my approval for the young boys that he brought to our bed. More often than not, he brought one of my favorites, Abdul-Azim, a twenty-four year old cousin of his to spend time with me while he was with his flavor of the month.

Another year together and he decided having just four of us in the play room was not enough. He began inviting Abdul-Azim, a six foot two Arab that usually dressed in traditional Arab clothing along with Youssef, a forty year old, six foot man that was one of the strongest men I have ever met. Another was Kahil, a six-foot one, skinny guy that always came in a business suit with a turban on his head. For himself, he had mostly young men in their early twenties, more often than not, blonde and blue-eyed. My favorite was a kid named Eric that had an appetite for sex as big as Mohammeds.

Often, when Mohammed was finished with him, he would tell Eric to get in my bed. It was not often that I had the opportunity to fuck anyone, but I knew that when Eric was at the house, I would have my chance because no matter how many times Mohammed fucked him, he would always come to me later.

I didn't always look forward to Mohammed's orgies. When he surprised me with them, as he sometimes did, it took a lot of effort on my part to allow three or sometimes four men to manhandled me and pump me full of their spunk in one crazy night. Other times, when he told me that he was inviting his friends over to play, I actually got excited about it and had a good time.

Fareed and Orlan both came to the last party that Mohammed held at the big mansion. I had never seen so many young, white boys in our house as were there that night. Most of them I knew from previous visits, but there were a couple that were total strangers to me. Clearly, they were familiar with Mohammed.

It had been several years since Fareed had fucked me and when he came to me that night, I was surprised becasue by now, I was thirty years old and there were many twenty-something's to choose from. Orlan was lying in bed with Kahil, on is back with his legs high in the air as Kahil drove his cock into him with force as he had done with me dozens of times. He didn't have a huge cock, so it wasn't painful, but neither was it particularly great sex. The most exciting thing about it was that he always kept his turban on and that added a little excitement to it.

Fareed had picked me up and lay me down on the bed right next to where Kahil was fucking Orlan. I had already been fucked earlier by a newcomer at the party, a guy manned Aziz. It had been the first man I had been with that night and I liked him. He was in his mid-thirties, only five foot five and not good looking, but very gentle. He had brought me to orgasm as he fucked me in a bed with Eric and an African man that I didn't know. I think that Fareed knew that I had just been filled with Aziz's cum when he swooped me up and took me to lie next to Orlan and Kahil.

To my surprise, he rimmed me. I intentionally pushed Aziz's cum out of me so that it would be licked up by Fareed and with each glob that I pushed out, he seemed to get more and more excited. To my complete surprise, he invited Abdul-Azim to fuck me while he watched. Abdul, almost always a quick cummer, spewed his load into me and as quickly as he departed, Fareed was lapping it up. I was dumbfounded. I knew he liked eating ass, but he was the only man I had ever met that couldn't seem to get enough.

When Kahil finally unloaded his cum inside of Orlan, Fareed stopped sucking my ass and sat back, waiting for Kahil to depart. Kahil let his cock drain completely and then let it soak until it was flaccid before he pulled out of Orlan, but by now, I was not surprised when Fareed pushed his bearded face into his lovers ass and waited for Orlan to push Kahil's manload out onto his tongue.

I could see that Fareed had a very firm erection. It drooled cum from it as he rimmed and sucked on Orlan's ass. I had never been as stimulated and wanting more sex than I was that night. When a black man that had been to the house only one other time came to me, I lay in his arms as he kissed me and fingered my moist ass for nearly twenty minutes.

If he hadn't stopped and pushed his black cock into me when he did, I think I would have been begging him to fuck me, I was so hot. He put me on my back so that I could see our bodies in the mirrored ceiling above us and could watch his black cock pushing in and slowling backsliding before pushing into me again. When he sprayed my guts with his cum, I yelled as though I were experiencing an ejaculation of my own.

Afterward, he stayed inside of me and caressed me and held me tenderly in his arms until his cock was flaccid. Then, he pulled out and presented it to me so that I could suck it and I did so with enthusiasm and eagerness. The smell of sex all about had never been such a turn-on. As I cleaned the black cock, Fareed pushed my ass into the air and instead of sucking the cum from me, he too entered me. The black man kissed me and left.

Orlan, now alone next to us, sat up and took my hand and held it as Fareed thrust his cock into me. Orlan looked at his man lovinginly and with such affection that I could almost feel the love that he had for Fareed. Orlan kissed my forehead and rubbed Fareed's back. I had actually gotten hard again and was beginning to enjoy the fuck for more than just the psychological enjoyment of having so many cocks in me.

I was glad that I didn't cum when Fareed did, for the crowd was thinning now and Mohammed lay alone in a nearby bed. Our eyes met as Fareed bucked and stiffened his frame above me, unloading his cum in me. I pursed my lips in the form of a kiss to Mohammed and he did the same. He mouthed, "I love you," and I did the same. My cock was hard, but I couldn't think of Fareed right then, even though he had pleasured me for over an hour.

Fareed lay on top of me, his weight heavy, as he breathed heavily, panting hard from his ejaculation. He began kissing Orlan who lay next to us and seconds later, he pulled his cock from me and I looked at Mohammed. He motioned with his index finger to come to him. I stood up, and felt cum dripping from my ass and down the inner side of both thighs. I didn't care. My man wanted me.

I crawled into the bed next to Mohammed and as he kissed me, I reached down and grasped his flaccid cock in my hand. He lifted his face and said, "I might be all fucked out for one night."

"That's okay, baby. I'm fucked out too, but its good to be in your arms," I responded, kissing his beard.

As Mohammed drifted off to sleep, I looked around and the only bed that was occupied other than the one we were in was the one that Fareed and Orlan shared. They appeared to be sleeping. Everyone else was gone.

I wasn't surprised that after I had slept for only four hours, I awakened with Mohammed licking and slurping at my ass. It didn't have much cum in it because Fareed had gotten most of it, but there may have been some of Fareed's still pooled up inside of me. I pushed hard and Mohammed rolled me onto my side and entered me. Later, with his cock still inside of me, I fell back to sleep.

I knew that no matter how many toy-boys my man brought home to play with, he loved me and our sex together was still great.