Kasper's Den

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Part 7

[By Emri]

"Kasper, the staff will do that. Please sit down, little one. We need to talk," Mr. Hamad said as I stood to clear the dishes after dinner. None of them ever cleared anything. I knew what was coming. He was going to tell me that my parents had finally contacted him and wanted to talk to me. I'd overheard them talking about it when they thought I Was out of the room.

Mr. Hamad was going to make me deal with the reality that I wasn't entirely their boy and I still had a mess back home in California that needed my attention. The Hamads were people who liked to deal with things head on. They would insist.

I'd been avoiding this talk. I knew they'd bring it up when we were all together and they could be there to support me. I wanted to pretend that it hadn't happened, that I could just be here with the Hamads forever. I'd tried to stay out of the way, under the radar hoping they'd forget that I wasn't born into this family.

"I'll help them. I can rinse them off. I'm used to doing chores. I'm pretty good at cleaning the kitchen," I said and tried to walk past him. He reached for me and his hand found the center of my chest. He stopped me, held me there.

"There is no need for that. You will upset the staff if they think we don't need them anymore. Now please sit down," Mr. Hamad said with that fatherly tone of authority. I turned to look at the table. Emerson, Ali, Amir; their eyes were all on me. They all looked sad. I set the plates back down on the table. I wasn't getting out of this.

"What's wrong? It's my parents?" I asked as though I didn't know. I didn't sit down though and instead I let Mr. Hamad draw me into his arms. He was seated on a tall chair, the kind where you put your feet on the bottom bar because they don't reach the floor. He pulled me against his chest and hugged me.

"Yes, my boy. They want to speak with you. You don't have to if you don't want, but I think you should. As much as we love you, if there is hope for reconciliation with your birth family it could help you feel better." Mr. Hamad hugged me against his chest and kissed my forehead.

"Are they still mad at me?" I asked. I didn't feel like getting yelled at by my father.

"I don't think so. They seem to think we are holding you here against your will. I don't know why they think that. We take very good care of you. Maybe they just need to know you are ok. I couldn't tell," he admitted.

"You don't have to talk to them Kasper. We can forget about them. We're your family," Amir chimed in. He looked angry and defensive. I remembered that he objected to this.

"We are you family," Mr. Hamad looked perturbed at Amir's outburst. "And we want what's best for you. If there is a chance for better relations with them, you should try. It could help you. You can't leave things as they are without getting resolution."

"Will you be there with me?" I asked. I didn't want to face him alone.

"I will, of course. I'll be there for you, sweet one," Mr. Hamad assured.

"I will be there too! I'm not letting them hurt him again," Amir said firmly.

"Ok then. He probably feels bad. He isn't bad, he just gets angry. I guess things calmed down," I said. I got a kiss on the head from Mr. Hamad. He almost seemed sad that I was willing to give my dad a chance.

"It will be ok," he said sadly like someone had died. They really thought poorly of my dad. He wasn't that bad a guy.

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We set up the laptop at the dining table. Mr. Hamad and Amir sat behind me in the high chairs. Mr. Hamad had been talking to my dad the past few nights to give him updates. He said it was his duty as my caretaker to keep them informed that I was safe and healthy.

He told my dad that I would be there with him when I was ready to talk. Mr. Hamad clicked open a program for video chat that showed the three of us. It looked like I had two Arabian bodyguards for backup.

"Kasper. Where have you been? We've been trying to reach you, but these people are keeping you locked up. Are you ok?" My dad asked with newfound worry when he appeared on the screen. He'd never seemed so concerned about my well being.

"I'm fine, dad. What's up? Where's mom?" I asked. My dad was sitting alone at his desk at work. He looked sleepy in his business uniform. He had his old work shirt with his name sewn on a patch with the Lane Services logo. He was always so proud of having his own company even if it meant a life of hard work.

"She's at home. It's pretty early here. Anyways, Look! We need to talk. Do these men have to be here with you?" he asked gruffly. He didn't like having a watchful eye when he dealt with his own child.

"Kasper asked us to be here," Amir interjected. The screen showed my dad but also a live shot of the three of us in the corner of the screen. Mr. Hamad and Amir didn't look happy. I saw Mr. Hamad put his hand on Amir's arm to quiet him. My dad responded with a grimace.

"Fine. Well look here son. That show you did. Apparently it was a big hit. We're getting calls every day and mail! Tons of mail! Why is it coming here? Some of the letters were pretty graphic! I threw those away! Someone even set up a fund for you online! God knows why but people are donating saying they felt badly you were kicked off so early,!" dad huffed and held a stack of envelopes.

"Sorry. I guess they looked us up. That's the address on my driver's license." I said like I didn't like there anymore. I wondered what had become of my room.

"Well look, most are junk fan letters, but a few caught our eye. There's a modeling scout that called and wrote us. He wants you for some clothing company. Then your mother got a call from that cosmetics and jewelry company she sells for. Remember that? Lucy Beautiful, wants to do a photo spread with you in their fall catalog. They want you to model for their men's line. Your mother is ecstatic! She can't wait to rub it in people's faces," Dad rambled excitedly.

"Then there's a few talent agencies that want to put you on contract. This is big money, Kasper! This could mean a whole new life for you! You don't have much going on so we thought this could be your big break. You have to talk to them!" Dad looked happier than I'd ever seen him. I felt a thump of pride in my chest. He was proud of me. He'd never been proud of me.

"Wow... I don't know what to say!" I felt my pulse racing. Then I felt Amir's hand on my side. He slid it down to my bottom and squeezed it. I couldn't leave him.

"You'll say yes! We aren't like these Arab sheikhs. We don't turn down work! Lanes don't say no to paychecks! Then well... this is more of a private matter. Can we talk alone?" Dad asked.

I turned to look at Mr. Hamad. He nodded and stood. He pulled Amir away from me, but Amir resisted. He put his hand on my arm like an anchor.

"No. I won't leave him to these... people! They're already trying to use him for money!" Amir objected. He said "people" like he meant garbage.

"That's between me and my son. It is none of your concern. He's my boy!" dad bellowed as though he hadn't written me an email cutting me off.

"Please," I said to Amir with pleading eyes. "It's my dad."

Amir took a deep breath and stood. He glared down my father. He was upset with me for not demanding he stay. I'd try to make it up to him later. They walked away, just over to the kitchen though so they would still be in earshot if things went badly.

"Look son. That family you're with. They are loaded! We looked them up. They own a ton of businesses and real estate... Towers, Kasper! Towers and ships and planes! I'd never heard of them, but your mom.... She likes to google these things. We were stunned. They're sitting on an empire!" Dad valued people based on their wealth and business skills. The Hamads were suddenly good enough, they were now useful.

"They're really nice people. They're taking care of me." I looked down, embarrassed by what I knew his brain was thinking. I was more embarrassed that the Hamads were hearing all this. I couldn't look over to see their reaction. I was too humiliated.

"Well you be on your best behavior there. Don't cause any trouble for them and maybe they'll take care of you for a long time. I'll try to be nicer to them too. They just push my buttons not letting me speak to my own child. But I don't want to mess this up for you. It could mean a better future. You need all the help you can get," dad said. His voice sounded greedy. I didn't like where he was going.

"Ok dad... I will. They're really nice people. They took me in and helped me when I needed it." I kept my eyes down.

"Yeah they like little white boys from what I gather... Pretty weird... One more thing... That show you were on sent you a check. It's... more money than I make in a year. They sent an apology letter too. Apparently those Arabs negotiated some crazy settlement for what the show did to you. They must have a horde of lawyers." Dad held up a check paperclipped to a formal letter.

"Woah! That's crazy!" I said when I read the number on the check. I'd never seen that much money. I had no idea it would be that much.

"Yeah... They are good for something. Anyways, what are you thinking of doing with it?"

"I don't know. I didn't think it would be much. It was only supposed to be a few thousand. I guess I could save it," I offered, trying to sound responsible.

"Well you know... you should invest it in the family business. We sure could use some upgraded machinery. What do you think? I could take on a lot more lucrative jobs if I had the right equipment and a better truck. The old one keeps breaking down. How bout it? It would be an investment. You know you'll always have a job with us. A safer future for all of us. How bout it?" dad asked. The way he said it made my heart drop to the floor. He didn't want me, just the money.

"Yeah, Ok... sure dad... I'm happy to help out. You guys take it..." I said. He wanted the money. After all the trouble I caused them I couldn't really say no. Maybe it would help them have a better life. It did feel good to see him happy.

"Thanks, son. That's generous. We'll save some of it. I just need to upgrade some things that are breaking and your mom... she could use some things too. Is that alright? Something nice for your momma?" dad asked as if I could ever deny her.

"No problem. Spend it all if you want... do I need to sign anything?" I asked with sadness.

"Nah... Don't you worry, I'll put it in your savings account. My name is still on there jointly. I'm still your father," dad said with a little laugh like it was a joke .

I looked over at Amir and Mr. Hamad. They knew what was up. They looked at me with sad eyes. They were disappointed, stunned. Had they expected me to stand up to him? I felt my hands start to shake. Would they hate me for giving away the settlement they'd negotiated?

"Well I better get my day started. It's early here and we've got that Peterson job up in the valley. You know I have to check on those guys or they'll screw it up. You take care of yourself! I'll run to the bank when they open. Your mom's real proud of you. She can't wait for the catalog to come out! They'll contact you with the details! I love you, Kasper. We're real grateful for what you're doing for us. You be good there," dad said.

"I love you too," I said as dad clicked off the conversation. The screen went black.

I closed the laptop and just stared down at the logo on the cover. I couldn't meet their eyes. I didn't know what to say. I was shaking, not crying. I wasn't going to do that, not over this.

"Kasper, I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this," Mr. Hamad said softly and came to my side. He put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed them as he leaned forward to kiss my hair.

"Sure is a nice computer," I whispered as I hung my head. I didn't know what to say.

"That's it? He just wanted money? Not even an apology? All that getting your hopes up so he could steal from his own child! Unbelievable! What an asshole!" Amir yelled as his voice got closer to me.

"Amir! Come and be with him. He doesn't need your scolding! He needs comforting," Mr. Hamad said and continued him in Arabic.

"You should have told him no! You have to stand up to people like this! They're using you!" Amir ignored his father and ranted on. Mr. Hamad rubbed my shoulders and put his lips to my cheek.

"He's my dad. What am I supposed to say? He's not an asshole!" I said without looking at them. I reached hand up to my right shoulder to cover Mr. Hamad's hand. His presence was reassuring.

"I don't know, but that's shitty. It's fucked up! they took your family and now they took your money! What the fuck! How can he get away with this?" Amir yelled. I winced, not used to him getting angry like that. I put my hands over my ears. He was so angry.

"Do not make it worse! It's his family! You can't insult his family like that. Look how you upset him! He doesn't need you making it worse! A man protects his cub," Mr. Hamad growled at his son and continued in Arabic. Mr. Hamad slid his arms around my chest and hugged me from behind. His strong hands rubbed over my chest. I shivered at his warmth.

"I'm trying! I can't just let him get hurt like this. He's my boy. I love him. They can't get away with this," Amir lowered his voice and sighed. He realized he'd made things worse.

He came to me and put his hands on my legs. He turned my body to face him. Mr. Hamad backed off to let his son take over. I stared at Amir's shorts. They were pin-striped like cut-off suit pants but clung tightly to his bulge and muscled thighs. He squatted down between my legs and looked up at me with those adoring brown eyes and impossibly long lashes.

"I'm sorry, Kasper. I just go crazy seeing you hurt... I'd do anything to make you feel better. You know that, right? I just... I go crazy! Look, if he wants money, maybe we can offer him some to leave Kasper alone. If all they value their son for is what he can do for them then let's write them a check for him. We can do that. Right, father? Make a contract? Give him money to give us Kasper?" Amir asked Mr. Hamad.

"Kasper isn't a horse. We can't purchase him like that. He is a person," Mr. Hamad noted.

"We can't just accept this! All they see is our money! They're not parents, they're animals. We have to do something! You heard him talking about our businesses. He wants to steal from us, make his own son use us for money! If he wants to pimp him out then let's just buy him outright! Ask him the price!" Amir fumed.

"Stop! He needed my check. I provided for my family... I can't argue... I need to go think," I whispered and slid off the chair. Amir looked at me with disbelief and helplessness. He threw his hands up in exasperation. He wanted to fix this. He wanted me to be stronger. I couldn't do it. I pushed past him and walked away. I went out the front door and realized I had no shoes on, just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I walked lightly on the stone path, still warm from the day.

"Let him go," Mr. Hamad warned, but I heard Amir's footsteps follow me.

I found the little garden area where Emerson liked to do his yoga outside. It was a little cove with stone floors and a wall of dense shade trees around it. There was a small pond that held a few exotic fish. I sat beside it on a rock that had been carved into a small seat.

"Kasper. I didn't mean to yell, but we have to talk about this. How are you ok with this? This is not ok. It's awful," Amir said and came up behind me.

"I can't do this right now... " I whispered and watched a fat golden fish dart back and forth between two emerald ones. I tried to meditate, to concentrate on the fish. He was so happy.

"He knows you're with us now. He knows we are wealthy so he's trying to get money. We love you and they see that we'll give anything to keep you. They just want you for what you can offer them! It's wrong... don't you see? They're using you," Amir growled, ignoring my silent protest.

"Stop... please," I said and felt my pulse racing. I tried to focus on the fish, drown him out. The sun was down for the night and the lights that glowed in the pond changed color very slowly, almost imperceptibly. I couldn't handle anything else at the moment.

"These people are awful, baby. You don't need them anymore. They have all kinds of moral rules until suddenly you have money and then you mean something to them again. They can't treat you like this. It's fucked up." Amir plowed on as if he thought I'd suddenly just agree with him and forget my people. He was growing angrier every time I didn't respond.

"Amir... stop, please. I can't do this right now," I whispered again, my voice shaking.

"And how much will be good enough? Will they want to take everything we give you? Your clothes? The tablet? They could sell them for money! How about we buy you a car so your mom doesn't have to drive her old one anymore? Fucking gold-digging trash!" Amir was pissed off and he was grating on my nerves. I couldn't even look at him.

"I said stop! I never asked for any of it! You can have it all back. I don't want you wasting your gold on trash like me," I snapped at him and glared up where he was pacing back and forth. He froze and looked down at me. I stood up to walk away.

"Kasper, you don't understand how people just see money and power and will say whatever to get it. It sucks to get used. You can't understand. You're too simple. You didn't grow up like that." Amir followed me. He meant I was too poor to know when I was being used. I didn't have anything people wanted like he did. I felt my blood boiling under my skin.

My hands balled into fists. I'd never hit anyone except play fighting with my brothers. But I turned on him with my hands up, ready to swing. He quickly put his hands over my fists and drew me into him in a swift, practiced motion. We stood there nose to nose breathing deeply.

"You're going to hit me? Oh babe! Even that is fucking adorable," He gave a short laugh as though he didn't think I could do much damage. "I know I deserve it... I know I'm being an ass, but... I can't see you hurt. It's overwhelming for me. I love you so much." Amir sighed.

"I don't want to use you for money." I whispered as our lips touched. It's weird to kiss in the middle of a fight. Our primal instincts called the shots.

"I didn't mean it like that. This is all coming out wrong. Of course I don't want anything back. I... We want you to have everything. My boy deserves the best. I love you... You don't see they're using you! I can't let you get used for money like that! It's not right!" Amir insisted.

"I don't want anything from you! I don't want anything from them either. I didn't want the money from the show. My family needs it so it's theirs. They're my family. Don't worry. I won't cost you another dollar! You can keep your stupid money. I'll go back with my trash" I paced around the pond. The fish ignored my yelling. I started away from him.

"Baby, I didn't mean it like that! I wasn't saying that!" Amir followed me. I went barefoot towards the main house in search of an exit. I stopped when I realized I didn't know how to get out of here. We always left through the garage and a big automated gate.

"Fuck," I hissed to myself. I put my hands up to my mouth and felt the cold metal of his ring on my finger. It was the ring he'd given me in Durban with his name in Arabic script. I took it off and turned towards him. I wanted to throw it, but I didn't. I just held it out for him to take.

"This should be worth something. I don't know if it's real gold, but... take it back." I pressed it to his chest, the ring he'd put on my finger and promised it meant I was his.

"Babe, C'mon! Please! My love, sweetness. Please... You're hurt. Your father upset you. Let's talk about this," Amir said and resisted the ring. I set it on a glass table and went around the side of the big house in search of a gate. I didn't want to cause a scene or alert his family. I just wanted to leave. I needed to get out of there.

"You said enough already. I don't want to be around sucking up your money anymore. How the hell do I get out of here?" I turned again to see he was right behind me.

"Where would you even go, my sweet boy?" he asked calmly as though he really was curious. He smiled at me in that way he would do to a small child packing his bags and pretending to run away. He saw me as a child.

"I don't know! Away from here! Away from you! You want to lecture me about my family being all about money when you just tried to get `daddy' to buy me for you!" I said in a quiet yell.

"You ok, Kasper?" Ali showed up from around the corner. He was coming back from the gym.

"No... Amir's trying to figure out how much to pay for me, but I should be pretty cheap since I come from trash." I informed him. Ali looked between us with shocked eyes and tried to gauge the situation. I felt my pulse pounding in my ears.

"You upset him? He already has enough to deal with! What did you do now?," Ali scolded.

"Leave us! I will handle my boy!" Amir shot back at his brother. Ali shook his head as though we were being ridiculous. He looked at me as if to ask if it was ok. I nodded and waved him off.

We stood there staring at each other. Amir looked like he was searching for words. Like he just needed to make me understand.

"I didn't mean it like that, baby... I swear I didn't." Amir finally said and reached for me.

"I know, but it hurt. I'm an adult. I'm a man just like you. I need to help my family," I said quietly.

"My whole life people treated me differently because of my family, our wealth and power. It sucked to just be liked for what they thought they could get from me. It hurts twice as much to see it happen to you. It makes my stomach turn just thinking about it." Amir touched my cheek.

"I don't want to hurt you or hurt them," I pointed out.

"You're my weakness, baby, my most precious love. It's always that way with cubs. It's why my father never lets my dad leave the house alone without one of us or the bodyguard. To see you hurt... to know I can't protect you from this. You can't know how that feels," Amir continued.

"It's my family. You don't need to protect me from them. They're my people and you called them trash. I'm part of them," I whispered, still stung by his words.

"I need to protect you. They hurt you and they'll keep doing it. I just want to keep you safe. You have to understand! You're the most beautiful boy I've ever met and my mind goes crazy when you're in danger. I can't just stand by and not act. I love you! I've never loved anyone like this. It hurts my stomach," Amir looked at me with panicked eyes. He shook his head like he didn't know how to fix this, to make me understand his point of view.

"You'd take care of your family if they needed it. I have to do the same for mine. I can do the modeling or whatever. We don't have nice things like you do. I didn't grow up like this. My dad worked 12 hours a day everyday to provide for us. He just sees a chance to get ahead. He finally thinks I can do something good." I looked down at my toes.

Amir came to hug me. He put his hands on my shoulders tentatively like he didn't know if I'd want it. I wasn't sure what to feel, but I could hardly resist his body. He rubbed a hand up my back and then pushed his fingers into my hair. I put a hand on his chest, trying to push him away as he tried to hold me.

"You're the most beautiful boy I've ever known. I go crazy seeing you hurt. I know they are a part of you... I only want happiness for you. You belong with us. I just wish I could forget about your family, but I know we can't. I'm sorry I insulted them," Amir whispered back and put his nose into my hair.

"Fuck, you smell so good... I love everything about you," Amir inhaled me.

"I have to help them." I resolved. I blinked up at him like I wanted his permission.

"I'm sorry, Kasper. I didn't mean to hurt you. I never want to hurt you. You're my world and... whatever you need. Whatever helps you feel better, I'll do it. Ok? We'll help them, ok? I don't want you modeling, but we'll help them out. Whatever it costs. You're worth everything to me. That's what I meant. That's all I meant," Amir promised.

I let go then and stopped resisting him. He held me until I felt better. We kissed, hugged, touched, rubbed our bulges together, and explored each other in the dark corner of the yard. We'd never fought before. We headed back towards their little house hand in hand.

Mr. Hamad was waiting when we got back. He looked up from his computer and smiled when he saw me like he thought I was all better. I nodded and looked at him to say things were ok.

"You came back! I hope my son made you feel better," Mr. Hamad stood and came towards me.

Amir said something to his father in Arabic. Mr. Hamad nodded and said something back.

"See? I already contacted the beauty company. If Kasper wants to do the photo shoot then I'll bring them here. We'll work it out so he doesn't have to travel. Ok, sweet boy? You want me to set it up for you?" Mr. Hamad asked as he pulled me towards his laptop. He had sent an email to Lucy Beautiful saying he was my representation.

I just hugged him. Mr. Hamad put his arms around me proudly. I rested my cheek on his shoulder.

"Thank you, sir." I said. "I just want one day without causing a big scene for you guys."

"We're here for your big scenes. Don't worry about it," Mr. Hamad laughed.

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"Babe... I don't think you should do the modeling thing." Amir said softly as I laid against his chest. We were in the small single bed in the room they'd put together for me next to his parents' bedroom. Mr Hamad wanted me sleeping in the bed they'd got for me. It was a weird situation because I'm pretty sure he knew what Amir and I had done together, how we felt.

"Why? It's a dumb catalog my mom uses to push products on her church ladies. I'm sure I'll be wearing a dumb shirt and showing off some cheap jewelry no one wants." I laughed and kissed his nipple. It was cold in my room so his nipple was a little brown spike with a few black hairs.

"Oh... Well still. I don't think it's a good idea." Amir was speaking in a slow, soft voice and rubbing my back to ease me into what he wanted to say.

"I should do something to earn some money. I can't just hang out here the rest of my life. Be a desert bum," I yawned.

"I talked about that with my parents. They want to discuss your future when things settle down. That can wait though. I have my cub in my arms with my love in his heart. Good night, Kasper." He kissed me and rubbed his hand down into the back of my briefs. He usually slept holding my ass protectively like it was in danger of being stolen.

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"I don't know how you two sleep all curled up like that in Kasper's little twin bed. It wasn't meant for two. It is not good for you," Mr Hamad said the next morning at breakfast.

"Well I have a larger bed in my room... if you'd let Kasper come with me," Amir noted.

"Absolutely not! You should each be in your own bed. You keep using the excuse that you need to comfort him to sleep, but you do not return to your own bed once he is out," Mr. Hamad raised his eyebrow at his son who blushed and smiled.

Emerson signed something and laughed. Amir translated, "We used to sleep like that at their age. I doubt they'd spread out no matter how much room they had. I think it's cute. Their own little protest against parents that want them to slow things down."

"He could move his things into my room and you could have your office back," Amir told his father. Emerson frowned at that. He signed again and looked at me.

"The point is for Kasper to have a space of his own. He needs a place that he can choose to share with you or get some privacy. Hamad men don't always understand personal boundaries," Mr. Hamad translated for his husband.

I just laughed. Amir could be truly overpowering sometimes. He didn't like space between us.

"That was mean! We know boundaries, we just love our boys too much to respect them," Mr. Hamad looked hurt as he signed back to his husband. Emerson leaned in to give him a kiss that seemed to placate him. They both laughed.

"Well then we will keep things as they are with both of us in Kasper's little bed," Amir said as he stared down his father. He wasn't happy that we couldn't both be in his room at night.

"Or we could move you into the big house with Samir's family and then Kasper could enjoy his own bed that we picked out especially for him," Mr. Hamad retorted.

Amir gulped and shook his head rapidly in silent dissent. He was in no position to argue with his father. He realized he was breaking the rules just by staying in my bed all night.

"I like things as they are. I don't want to cause problems," I said as though anyone had asked me. No one responded, but Amir hugged me to his side as the staff cleared the breakfast dishes. We went over our plans for the day.

I spent the morning with Emerson doing yoga and helping him plan a charity event. It was fun being his assistant. He took his charities very seriously. We got to text chat back and forth a lot. He taught me a few signs I could practice. I promised to learn at least five a day.

"Amir wants to take you out with some friends tonight. I don't like this group. He has better ones. These are spoiled embassy kids. They're important to business though. If you feel uncomfortable at all though you text me on his phone and I'll make him bring you home right away!" Emerson wrote.

"They'll be mean to me?" I asked with hesitation. Why would Amir take me to that?

"Of course not! Can you imagine Amir letting anyone be mean to his boyfriend? No, but they can be a bit obnoxious. If things get uncomfortable for you just tell Amir or Ali our family password "Agraba." It's our word that just the four of us know. It's the kingdom from the Aladdin movie. They'll be shocked you know it... but you're family now. You make my son so happy. I've never seen him so passionate about his future, his studies, his business. He wants to be responsible so he can take care of you. His father and I couldn't have chosen a better boy," Emerson typed and hugged me.

More so than with Mr. Hamad, I always felt safe with Emerson. He got me and looked out for me as an individual. He encouraged me to not be easily swayed by the dominant Arab men here.

We finished up his event plan after lunch. I helped him design the online invitation for it. We had a lot of fun together. He really wanted the best for the people he was trying to help.

He helped me get ready for the party. I tried to pick out my own clothes to wear to the party, jeans and a tight blue t-shirt. I thought I looked ok, but he gave me one of those awkward smiles that did little to conceal his disappointment in my lack of style.

I looked at him in the mirror and made the sign he'd taught me to ask for help. It's like you're giving someone a thumbs up, but you put that hand into the open palm of your other hand and move from the location of the help you desire towards yourself. "Help me."

Emerson clapped excitedly for me! I followed it up with the sign for "please," and he again lit up with applause. I was learning. It made him happy to help me out. He had an eye for what looked good on me. Amir always seemed to like it. Emerson picked out a pair of dark purple shorts that had one pink pocket in the back and a pink short-sleeved button-up shirt.

"Can I do something wild with your hair? I always wanted a daughter so i could do it, but I promise I won't make you look too feminine," Emerson typed.

I signed back `Yes" and he bit his lip excitedly. He sat down on a chair and patted the floor between his legs. I sat down so his hands were level with my head.

He pulled my hair up and separated it down the middle. He started to do french braids on each side. I watched in the mirror as he figured it out. He kept them loose and kind of wispy in this weird style that looked oddly masculine. He brought them together in the back to make a small ponytail secured with the clip the stylist had given me that looked like a rusted bolt.

He looked nervous as he typed on the tablet to ask me if I liked it. It actually looked pretty badass. I told him I really liked it. The clothes, the hair, the style had me feeling confident as I looked myself over in the mirror. As nervous as I was to meet Amir's supposedly mean friends, I felt like I could fit in with "embassy brats" as Emerson had called them.

I went to find Amir coming back from the gym. He was sweaty and his muscles glistened under the blazing desert sun. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me and he moved around me to check things out.

"You look so good, Kasper. Dad did your hair? I like it. He told you about tonight?" Amir was full of questions.

"Yeah, he said I might not like them, but I'll have fun. Will they like me?" I asked.

"They better. If not, we'll find friends who do. Fuck `em!" Amir laughed.

"No, I mean I want to fit in with your friends," I said, losing my confidence. He wasn't exactly reassuring.

"Kasper you don't need to impress anyone. It's them who need to impress you. Really I'm more worried about them trying to steal you away from me. Why do you think I've been doing harder workouts lately? I need to look good next to you. You'll be holding my hand the whole time. We're just going to hang out. It's the first night father says you can go so I want you to have fun. He wanted to make sure you were going to be ok here," Amir explained.

I felt a blush rush over my cheeks. He got one too. We paused by the doorway to their house and he kissed me, careful not to get sweat on my clothes. He rushed off to shower and get ready while I sat at the dining table and played on my tablet.

Dad had sent me some of the emails from talent scouts and a few projects that wanted me to audition. I just laughed because a few weeks ago I would have jumped at the chance to do something like that. But here with the Hamads, the real world seemed so far away.

"What are you looking at?" Mr. Hamad's voice surprised me. He was behind me and peering over my shoulder. I jumped when I realized someone was there.

I showed him the emails from the different scouts and casting departments. He swiped through a few and shook his head.

"They all clamor for the fresh face. But they are all back in the US. No one films in Satra except a few small productions. Would you want to go home and try out for them?" he asked.

"I don't think so.... I like it here. Amir said you'll want to talk to me about my future soon.... Do you want me to go home and try out for these?" I asked. I hadn't really thought about my place here long-term. Emerson came in then. He showed me his tablet where my words had been captured from the other room. His tablet was a grand spy!

"No... I don't. You fit here with us. My son loves you and you're the best he could choose. As long as you're happy here, we want you. What I meant about discussing your future is that Emi and I want you to think about school or a profession, something you can do if you want. I'm happy to have you just be here with us. Cubs should take care of the home, but..." Mr. Hamad looked over at Emerson, his husband, who was signing furiously.

"Emi thinks it's important you get an education, either a degree or a trade," Mr. Hamad translated. "He wants you to have options for a career."

Emerson nodded and then came over to show me his tablet. He'd typed, "But that can wait. You go have fun with Amir and Ali. You deserve a night off from things. Remember to contact us if you don't like it there."

"Why won't he like it there? They aren't nice boys? If there's trouble, he should stay here! We can watch a film and bake cookies or something. He has been through enough! He is a light boy, soft-spoken and gentle," Mr. Hamad interrupted and looked suddenly concerned. He must not have been too familiar with this group of Amir's friends, or he didn't know there was a bad side to them. I imagined most people were on their best behavior around him. He could be a pretty intimidating man.

"It's fine. They'll be fine. Amir will not allow anything unpleasant to occur," Emerson assured. He winked at me. Mr. Hamad looked unconvinced. I did like the idea of baking cookies with them.

Ali came out from the hallway wearing a blue t-shirt with white stripes and a deep v-neck that showed his hard chest. He had on jean shorts and a backwards cap. He looked interested as he eyed me from head to toe.

"You look very nice, Kasper. I like the look. Are you ready to go?" he asked me. I told him we were waiting for Amir.

Amir was out a minute later wearing a white tank top with an unbuttoned short-sleeved blue dress shirt over it. His tight blue preppy shorts showed off his handsome ass and ample bulge. His black hair was gelled up and to the side. He looked expensive.

"Wow," I said when he came to put his arms around me. He smelled like a mix of new leather and old forest. I liked it. He kissed me as he greeted his parents.

"I had to look as good as my boy," Amir said and signed for his dad. The two Mr. Hamads walked us out to the front like I was going off to school or something. They sent us in a large black sedan with a driver dressed in a dark uniform. We drove down their winding hillside road but didn't leave the guarded complex. The driver took us to another estate with a large iron gate. We went through and up a short driveway to a smaller, more modern mansion built into a cliff.

"This is Sebastien's house. His dad is the ambassador from France. He's pretty cool," Amir said when we arrived. He held my hand as we got out. Ali went ahead of us towards the front door.

"I wish we could skip this, maybe we can sneak in behind Ali and go find a bedroom. I just want to be alone with you, ride your cock... You look so good," Amir said. It shocked me.

"Can we? Wouldn't that be weird? This is somebody's house," I laughed.

"Trust me, this house has seen a lot of sex. But we should go greet everyone." Amir led me inside. I wondered what he meant about that. Had he had a lot of sex here?

"Kasper! You look so good," Rory said. He was in the living room and the first to jump up when we entered. He was wearing jeans and a red tank top that showed his well-toned chest. He was from Hong Kong and had grown up with Amir and Ali.

"Thanks, you too," I said as he hugged me. I got distracted with him when I realized Amir wasn't behind me anymore. I heard his voice speaking in another language across the room. I turned to see him embracing a very tall, white guy about our age with floppy brown hair and a rugged build. I felt an instant ping of jealousy as Amir and Ali hugged him.

"That's Seb... he's harmless," Rory said, sensing my jealousy. "This is his house. His dad is the French ambassador. They moved in a few years back."

"Oh... he's cute," I said without taking my eyes off of them.

"Don't worry," Rory laughed. "Amir isn't into him. Seb is... well he's kind of public property if you know what I mean. Everyone gets a ride."

"What does that mean?" I asked, confused by his label.

"Like any dick will do," Rory laughed but then stopped when he saw I wasn't joining him. I felt a pang of jealousy in my stomach. It hit me how little I knew about Amir's past.

"Like Amir's?" I asked, not wanting to know the answer.

"Uhh... Hey look! There's Lak! His dad's the ambassador from India. Hey Lak!" Rory called towards the doorway where a tall, dark boy with black hair and dark sunglasses was entering. He nodded towards Rory, but was talking on his phone.

"Lak's been in India for the last few months. He's been in a few big bollywood productions," Rory said as he peeled away from me and headed for the doorway.

"There's my boy," Amir's voice said from behind me. I turned and ran into his chest. He hugged me and introduced me to Seb who eyed me with interest.

"Sebastien, this is Kasper," Amir said. Ali was up next to Sebastien or "Seb" as they called him. He had his arm around him like there was some connection there.

Seb greeted me in French as if I'd understand. He made some comment that everyone laughed at including Rory and Lak who came up behind us.

"He only speaks English," Amir said, he hadn't laughed.

"Of course! American!" Seb said with a french accent. I turned to look at Amir. I wasn't liking this.

Amir said something back to him harshly in French. Ali looked at Seb with annoyance. Seb stopped laughing and cleared his throat.

"Ah I mean no offense, Kasper. You are very beautiful. I can see how you captured our boy. Welcome to my home," Seb said and swallowed as if he'd just been berated. He leaned in to kiss my cheeks.

They introduced me to Lak then and everyone hugged him. He nodded at me with a grunt but then hugged me. He seemed interested in Rory.

We sat around the couches then, Amir and I on one, Seb and Ali on another with Rory and Lak on the third. There was a large, low table in the middle. A man came in and set trays of food and drinks on the table as the boys pulled out their phones and keyed into a multiplayer game on a large screen that hung on the wall. Amir kept me under his arm while he showed me the controls on his phone. It was one of those army games and everyone had a character but me.

The guys all played the game, shooting the enemies as they fought together and spoke in Arabic. I should have felt left out, but I enjoyed the quiet time under Amir's arm. I rubbed his chest and we kissed every time he made a kill. He got a plate from the table and filled it with snacks for us to share. It was weird Arab food, but I tried a few things.

This went on for a solid hour until Amir needed to use the restroom. He asked me to come with him. He put his player to sleep in a cave where he would be safe and then got up and pulled me with him. We wandered down a hallway and passed an open bathroom. Amir pulled me in and closed the door behind us.

"C'mon, piss with me," he said as he kicked up the toilet seat with his shoe.

"I'm good," I said and put my hands behind me on the counter. I lifted myself up to sit on the cold granite and watch his magnificent cock send a golden arc into the bowl.

"Try Kas. I don't want you going alone in this place. Our friends have eyes for you," Amir coaxed.

"Really? Which ones? Seb is all about you!" I laughed. Amir rolled his eyes.

"Try, Kasper! Seb is no worry. He's after anyone with a big enough cock... Does that mean you're getting jealous?" Amir suddenly realized the tone of my voice.

"Maybe a little... What friends have eyes for me?" I asked, intrigued.

"Pee first, then I'll tell you," Amir negotiated with a smile. I moved next to him and unzipped my shorts. He came up behind me and opened them then ran his hands down my tummy.

"What are these? Blue briefs with robots on them?" he laughed. He'd expected something more exotic.

"Your dad dressed me. He wasn't about to slut me up for you," I retorted. His parents wanted us to slow things down, and his dad picked out modest clothes for me.

"Oh yeah, that would be creepy." Amir chuckled. He fished out my cock and pointed it towards the bowl. I bit my lip, trying to piss, but his hand was distracting.

"I'm just going to get hard if you touch me," I warned.

"I can't help myself. You just... smell so fucking good," Amir pushed his nose into the nape of my neck then rubbed it up into my hair as he inhaled me.

"We can't fuck here. It's your friends' house," I noted as my cock went rock hard with no chance of pissing anytime soon.

"Please, Kasper. I need you," Amir said weakly as he gripped my shaft and pumped it.

"I need you too..." I answered weaklier. We were magnets, hopelessly stuck together.

Amir sighed and let go of my cock. He knew he had to be the stronger one. I was primed for him, ready to do whatever he wanted. He kissed my neck and pushed my cock back into my briefs. He zipped my pants over my bulging pouch and let me go with one last kiss to my neck.

"We should get back," he admitted. We washed our hands and then walked back to the group as I tried my hardest to think of unarousing things.

"There you are! If you let your guy sleep in the cave any longer I would have blown him up," Ali laughed when we came back. The guys had paused their mission to snack.

"Sorry, man. I had to poop," Amir lied without a laugh. I nodded and made a disgusted look with my nose wrinkled. Amir's lie killed the interested looks we'd gotten from the other guys.

"You two are way too close!" Ali shook his head in disgust.

"I couldn't leave him to you animals," Amir said flatly and pulled me down with him onto the couch. He grabbed a few chips and fed me one. We each took a swig from a shared bottle of water. The guys got back to their game and talked in Arabic. I was alone again.

Amir really got into the game once he caught up with the other guys. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. I laid back against the couch and was rewarded with a view. His shirt crept up and his shorts slid down as he bent forward excitedly. I got a view of his ass, the crack peeking out of the waistband of his briefs. I've always loved that view.

I put my hand on his back and he looked back quickly at me in between shots. It was those questioning eyes, checking on me. He looked back a few times quickly and I nodded, smiled. I slid my hand down his back and into the back of his shorts. I rubbed a finger down between the cheeks. He gave a small jump, nearly got shot at in the game.

"Babe, c'mon," he whispered and flashed me a smile. He pulled my hand back up to his back to stop me from digging in his shorts. I knew he wanted it though. I turned into his side though and tugged on the back of his shorts. I slid around behind him, straddling him since he had inched closer to the edge of his seat. I put my arms around him from behind and rested my head on his shoulder as he and the guys took out a crew of guys in red uniforms.

"You want me?" I growled against his ear trying to imitate his deeper voice.

"Babe, settle down. I'll be done soon," Amir said and focused on his game.

"You want me in that hole? You want my thick cock deep in your tight little Arab pussy?" I whispered so the guys wouldn't hear. Amir erupted in laughter. I wasn't trying to be serious anyways. He lost concentration on his game and got shot. He didn't seem to care.

"How are you are this fucking adorable?" he yelled and tossed his phone down on the couch beside us. He wheeled around and pushed me down on my back against the couch seat. He pounced on top of me and beamed from above. He kissed me as he laughed and blushed. We pretended to wrestle around for almost three seconds, but he quickly pinned my arms up over my head and kissed down my neck.

It wasn't until he kissed the other side of my neck that I turned my head and realized we had four sets of eyes on us. Even Ali eyed us with interest. Amir didn't seem to care though. He was taking what he wanted. I locked eyes with Ali across the coffee table. He put his hand behind Seb's neck and pushed him down towards his lap. Seb looked happy to make the dive.

Amir started opening the buttons on my shirt with his teeth. It felt a little weird to be doing this in front of everyone, but Ali was already jumping in with Seb. I arched my neck to look at Rory and saw Lak, the muscular Indian man, between his legs, bobbing on his cock. Rory was the first Chinese cock I'd seen. It was impressive.

"Babe, don't stare at them," Amir whispered with a laugh when he noticed where my attention had gone.

"Sorry, I just... I haven't been to a sex party before!" I whispered back.

"Listen," Amir said softly as he nibbled on my ear. "I want your cock. I need to try it... but not in front of the guys, ok? They expect me to be aggressive with you, dominant like a real lion would... It's what is expected of my family."

"Ok then make up some excuse like... the truth that I've never done it in front of people." I licked at his ear to conceal our discussion.

"Shy?" Amir said loud enough for the others to hear, "It's ok baby. Let's go somewhere private."

"You can use my room," Sebastien said as he looked up from Ali's lap. Rory pulled his cock from Lak and went over to sit next to Ali, smacking Seb in the back of the head with his dick to demand attention. Lak crawled over to the other side of Ali, ready to please him.

Amir got off of me and picked me up like his bride. The other guys turned to look at us. That's when I caught sight of Ali's hard cock in Seb's grasp. It was as impressive as his brother's. I felt weird about seeing it, but he'd whipped it out without a thought. Ali locked eyes with me. He had a dazed look of lust in his eyes. I couldn't read his expression as his brother lifted me up. I tried to look away and focused on Amir. He carried me off down the hallway.

He found the last door at the end and set me on my feet. He took my right hand in his and pushed open the door to Seb's room. It was huge and beautiful with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the sunset. A large bed sat on a platform along the wall. Amir led me over to it and pounced on me. He pushed me down against the white down comforter and climbed on top.

"Are they all going to do it together?" I asked when he pushed me down and landed on me with his lips. Amir kissed down my neck and then bit at the buttons on my shirt to open them.

"Um, maybe..." Amir didn't seem too ready to discuss it.

"Like a group fuck? Is that what you do with them?" I was trying to not sound judgy or provincial. I knew he had experienced things I hadn't even heard of. Amir had made his way down to my belly button but stopped when I asked him that. He looked up at me with confusion.

"You sound upset by that. You haven't done that stuff, have you?" he asked. I shook my head. I'm not the wildest of gays.

"Seems there's always more I need to protect you from," Amir said and crawled up over me.

"No, you don't. I was just interested. I don't care," I tried to mask the jealousy in my voice.

Amir laid down next to me and pulled me over to his chest. I snuggled into his side, his pulsing chest, warm with ambition. He leaned in and kissed me.

"My innocent Kasper," Amir said with a wistful sigh like he needed to be my protector. I pushed off his chest and glared down at him.

"Don't do that! I'm not a little kid. Everyone here seems to think that about me. Not you too! Please!" I felt my voice sounding whiny.

"No, I don't... I... ok. I won't do that, but no promises on my parents or Ali. They think you're the new baby... but I know you're a man, Kasper," Amir laughed. He slid a hand down my tummy and into my shorts. He gripped my hard cock and pumped it.

"Yeah? You want that cock?" I asked, breathless and needy for him.

"Oh yeah. But... the others can't know... they expect me to be an alpha. But with you I can be myself, be your boy too," Amir said. He looked at me with sad eyes. He had so much to uphold with his legacy. There were so many expectations on him.

"They think I am just your boy to protect?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Amir nodded.

"They wouldn't understand. You aren't just my beauty, but also my beast. You have ample to give me what I need," Amir said. He took my hand and slid it down between his legs to rub his ass. He sat up and wiggled out of his shirt and tank top. He tossed them on the floor.

"You want me to fuck you? You want to be my boy?" I asked. Amir nodded. He unzipped his shorts and pushed them down along with his underwear. His thick floppy cock roared out and thumped against his hard abs. He moaned weakly as he pushed my fingers towards his hole.

"Yes, please. I want you to seed me as I seed you. I want you deep inside me," he admitted.

"Lock the door," I said, thinking about who could wander in. Amir looked up in surprise. He lifted himself up with one hand and bounced over me to land on his feet. He padded over to lock the door while I struggled out of my clothes. I was already rock hard. I watched his ass wiggle away and then his cock bounce as he walked back towards me.

"See how hard I am just thinking about you?" Amir asked as he gripped his thick, brown cock. He waved it around for me and then dove onto the bed, landing on the other side of me, propping himself up on one elbow like a practiced gymnast.

"Flip over, let me see that hole," I told Amir. He rolled to his other side so I was looking at his back. I slid up behind him, put my arms around him to play the big spoon. I held him with my arms across his chest, my cock sliding between his cheeks.

"This feels weird. I always hold you," Amir noted and laughed nervously. I put my lips to his perfect, brown skin, his hot Arab muscles. I kissed down his neck and across his shoulder as I rubbed my hands over his chest and thrust my cock between his ass cheeks.

"I can be strong for you too," I said as I nibbled on his earlobe.

"Yeah... fuck... I know you can, baby. I just... never felt like I could be weak with someone," Amir said in an emotional tone. He shivered as I kissed down his neck again.

"You are so..." I inhaled his scent, pulled him back against my chest, and kissed his neck, "Perfect. I'll do anything to protect you. You can be yourself with me, Amir."

"I love you, Kasper," he turned his face toward me and I kissed him. I pushed my tongue through his lips. I twisted his nipples and squeezed his pecs with my hands. It felt weird to hold him in such a vulnerable position. Amir is taller, stronger, more masculine, but he seemed to melt in my hold. He pushed back against my chest and started to side his ass over my cock.

"I love you too," I said and kissed him again. I started to buck against him, rub my cock between his muscled cheeks dusted in a light covering of black hair.

"Kas, wait, come here for a minute," Amir said. He pulled away from me and rolled over to face me. We got right up next to each other, our hard cocks pressed together, my cold chest warmed by his pulsing one. We touched noses, stared into each other's eyes, my lips trembled as his brushed mine. We slid our arms around each other and the world disappeared around us. I could hear his heartbeat, taste his breath, his deep brown eyes staring into my blue ones.

We kissed again and then his lips began to work their way down my cheek, chin, chest. He bent over as he made his way down, slowly reversing his position next to me. He kissed down to my belly button, brushed his hands over my chest, and then tweaked my nipples as I moaned and twisted at the trail of goosebumps left in his wake.

"Uhhhh," I gasped when he found my cock. He dove right onto it, sucking it down to the base and rubbing his nose between my balls. He slid his legs up next to my head and I took the chance to reach down and spread his cheeks. I was rewarded by the sight of his perfect brown rosebud. His hole winked at me as I rubbed a finger over it.

"Fuck," Amir hissed between dives on my cock as I leaned down and started to kiss his ass. I let me tongue wander to his hole and pushed through the ring as he moaned and shivered. He sucked my cock with fervor while I pushed my tongue inside him and started to play with his delicate hole. He was clean down there, prepared for me like he'd planned this in advance.

"You ready for my big cock? Yeah? You want me in that tight little pussy?" I asked and then shoved my tongue back inside him all the way until he yelped and looked up at me with needy, trusting eyes that begged for me.

"Uh huh, yeah, fuck me?" Amir whined like a boy. I smacked his ass with my hand and watched the brown skin turn a little red. He would never be rough with me like that, but I thought it was what he wanted.

"Uhhh please, fuck yes," Amir whimpered and let go of my cock. He started to get distracted from sucking me as I wiggled my tongue around his sensitive spots. I was grateful though. His lips had my cock right on the edge and I didn't want to cum until I was deep inside him.

"Mmmmm," I mumbled on his ass. He put his right leg on the other side of me and lifted himself up so I could lay back against the pillow. He got on his knees with my tongue still buried inside him and pushed himself up to squat over my face. He started to rise and fall on me, fucking himself on my tongue.

"Oh fuck that feel so fucking fuck..." Amir trailed off as he bounced on my tongue, resting his cheeks on mine as my lips touched his crack. He bounced slowly, letting me go in deep. His fat hard cock flopped against my chest. I reached up to stroke it. I could never get my fingers all the way around it, he had twice my girth.

"Oh Kasper, this feels so fucking heaven," he laughed. I stretched his hole with my tongue and brushed my teeth against the ring as his body shuddered over me and deep moans escaped him. He put his hands on my stomach and bent over me as I fisted his cock, his low heavy balls flopping against my chin.

"Mmmm," I mumbled as I gasped for air through my nose. I caught the faint scent of his body spray mixed with sweat. It kept my cock rock hard.

"I'm ready, I need you," Amir said suddenly and raised up off my tongue. He leaned over to my left and pulled at a drawer in the side table. He came back with a bottle of lube as he balanced himself over my chest, his knees on either side of my pale frame.

"You sure you're open enough? I'm pretty big," I joked. I wasn't exactly small, but compared to him I felt microsized. He raised up off of me and got to his feet. He turned around so he could look down at me.

"It'll be tight, but I want to try it with you," Amir said. He squeezed lube into his palm and then squatted down over my stomach and reached back to lube up my cock. He jerked it in his slipper hand a few times and then squirted more lube to prepare his hole.

"Let's do this," he said to me with a smile and a wink. He positioned himself over my cock, tossed the bottle of lube onto the bed and slowly lowered himself until my tip poked at his hole.

"Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock," I growled to imitate the sex talk he used with me. He nodded and lowered down until my cock poked through his ring. It was actually pretty tight, but he threw his head back and opened his mouth wide like a yawn. He looked down at me with pained eyes.

"It's ok?" I asked. He didn't waste much time, but kept pushing down until my head popped inside. We both froze with mirrored gasps at the newfound sensations. His hole squeezed my cock in a warm fleshy hug. He stared down into me as little fireworks went off inside both of us. I felt so insync with him. We both knew what the other was experiencing. He pushed down my shaft another inch as he inhaled sharply.

"Fuck that's so tight," I noted.

"All for you, babe," Amir gasped and leaned down to kiss me. Our lips locked and tongues wrestled as he pushed himself down on me. I felt my cock near ready to burst as his body gripped onto it and massaged it.

"Oh my fuck! That's so... fuck yeah," I whined as I started to push up inside him. I wrapped my arms around his back as he rested his nose against mine and our eyes watched each other for reaction.

"You feel so good inside me." Amir whispered.

"It hurts?" I asked as he rested and let his hole adjust to me.

"Yep, but it's worth it," he said and breathed me in.

"You should try taking a cock like yours. It takes a lot more preparation," I joked.

"I know, my boy is braver than I am," Amir laughed as he started to slowly jerk his own cock.

"I'm so close to cumming. You feel so tight," I warned.

"It's ok, I am too. I'm surprised you got this far. Usually your first time fucking you either cum when you get the tip in or you don't cum at all," Amir said, reminding me of his experience.

"Oh I'm definitely going to cum," I laughed. Amir smiled and kissed my forehead.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he said. He pushed back my hair. I'm sure we had messed it up pretty good. I knew his dad would notice.

"Ready?" I asked. He nodded and I started to push up inside him more. He opened his mouth wide in a soundless moan and released a long rasp of breath as I shoved inside him.

"Fuck!" he yelled in pain and then buried his lips into my shoulder. I paused.

"No," he gasped. "It's... fuck! It's ok," he grunted and bared his teeth against my skin. I felt my cock in that hazy state right before it starts to shoot. He pushed down farther on me and that sent it over.

"Oh fuck I'm..." I started as my cock shook and pulsed in his tight chute. I felt myself firing off white hot spurts inside him.

"Yes babe, come on, fill me!" Amir groaned through gritted teeth. I knew it had to hurt, but my cock started to slide in and out of him as my body tensed and shook underneath him.

"Uhhhhhh," I growled as I started to fill him. He was jerking his own cock and I felt him tense up and start to cum.

"Fuck, Kasper. I love yoooooo," Amir yelped as he shot hot sperm over my chest. His hole clamped down on my cock in a back and forth motion that milked my shaft for every drop it held.

"Huhhhh," he groaned and bounced on me as he shook and sprayed me down with his cum.

"Fuck," I whimpered as his hole ground down on my cock and massaged it to empty out my nuts.

He pulled off of me, looking down at me with a few tears of pain in his eyes. He brought his lips down to rest on mine and I slid my tongue between them. We lip wrestled as our arms slid around each other and our chests pressed together to smear the sticky cum he'd shot. My cock slid deeper inside him, past the juice I'd filled him with. It started to squirt out of his hole and down my balls as he bounced a few more times. We held onto each other like it was our last minutes on earth.

We collapsed into a pile of sweaty, sticky flesh and then he rolled over onto his back and brought me with him. My chest rested against his, our hearts beating strong on either side.

"Fuck that was... fuck," I mumbled when our lips parted. I rested my lips against his shoulder and we held onto each other in a sleepy fog.

"So good," Amir noted as he recovered his breath.

"Sorry it didn't last longer," I gasped.

"I couldn't have taken much more," he said and sounded somewhat authentic.

"That was so good," I breathed. We laid there together, recovering our energy.

We finally got up and he carried me off to Sebastien's shower. We rinsed off together and then I tried to fix my hair, but just decided to brush it out and leave it. It's not like everyone didn't know what we were up to.

We got dressed and then he went out to see if everyone was done with whatever they had started when we left. He came back and shook his head. We went out through a side entrance and the driver took us home. He would come back for Ali.

It was dark when we got home, but his parents were still up. Emerson noticed my hair when we came in. He patted my head and shook his with a laugh. He signed something to Amir who translated with an embarrassed blush. "All my hard work."

"Sorry," I signed back. I would have made up some excuse if I'd known how to sign. Mr. Hamad didn't notice.

We went off to Amir's room and watched some TV from his bed. We curled up together and didn't talk about what happened. I fell asleep there in his arms. Mr. Hamad didn't come and tell us I needed to be back in my own room. Either he forgot about us or had decided to quietly give in to Amir's demands. Either way, we didn't make much use of the larger bed. We still slept curled up together, me on his chest, my head against his heartbeat.

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