Kasper's Den

[I don't want to hear sad songs anymore, I only want to hear love songs

I found my heart up in this place tonight

Don't want to sing mad songs anymore, Only want to sing your song

'Cause your song's got me feeling like I'm in love -Rita Ora]

+{Kasper's Den}+

Part 8

[By Emri]

"This will let anyone know to whom you belong," Mr. Hamad told me as he opened a file on his desk and pushed it towards me. I'd never been in his work office. He did most things from home, but traveled here for meetings and to check on his staff. We were in a top floor office in a building tall enough to offer a view of the entirety of Satra. His office was floor to ceiling glass overlooking the gulf, the city, and the mountains behind it.

He'd shown me his telescope by the window that looked directly into the Hamad compound. I saw two workers trimming the dead fronds from a tall palm tree. Emerson and I had gone to lunch and then stopped by his office to see him. He waved me over to his desk, eager to show me some important documents.

"A driver's license?" I asked with hope. It was a small plastic card with my picture and then a lot of Arabic script. I recognized the flag of Satra and Mr. Hamad's picture was in the bottom right corner.

"Driving? No, certainly not! We have people for that. It is an identification card. This should be on you at all times when outside of our home. Any police officer or good citizen will offer you immediate assistance no matter your need. They are rewarded handsomely for assisting our family members. My picture is on it so they know who is responsible for you should anything occur," Mr. Hamad said. He'd laughed at the thought of me driving.

"Wow! Thank you, sir!" I said and slipped it into the new leather wallet he'd given me. He'd put their Satran cash and a credit card inside it for emergencies.

"And these papers are for your new bank account. It's a place where you can put your earnings without your father's knowledge or ability to access it. If you want to help them, it will be your choice," he said and slid a few papers towards me. He had me sign off on some forms.

"Wow, thank you. That's really crazy. I've never had much money to worry about," I noted. I had a few jobs lined up this week. The photographer and stylists from the catalog my mom sold products for were coming and then a popular Middle Eastern shoe designer wanted me to do some shots for their website.

Amir wasn't happy about any of it, but when Mr. Hamad set it up, Emerson pushed me excitedly to do it. He really wanted me to have some independence. Amir didn't like his parents meddling in a matter he said was between us, but he didn't want to go against them. It was hard trying to please all of them and I wasn't even really sure I wanted to do the modelling anyways.

That morning was the start of Amir's new semester at university. He'd wanted to take me with him to show me around. Emerson came too so we could see him off and then go about our business in the city. Emerson was planning a charity event and wanted to make sure the hall he was using had properly prepared.

We rode with Amir to campus. I was in the backseat with him and his dad in the front. It was funny watching them together. Amir was a pretty stable driver, but Emerson kept pointing out roadside dangers and signing for him to slow down. Amir just nodded peacefully and gave me little eye rolls in the rearview mirror. I laughed every time he got scolded.

We walked around the campus a little and Emerson got me a U. of Satra t-shirt... along with a hat, a zip-up hoody, and a stuffed lion, their mascot. Emerson pointed out some of the buildings they had worked on over the years including a world-class yoga center that Mr. Hamad had built especially for him. It even had his name chiseled in stone on an outside wall. That was really beautiful. Emerson noted they still had trouble getting Satran men to try it, but it was very popular with the female students.

A driver showed up to meet us near Amir's class. We said goodbye and headed into the city for errands. After a light lunch and making sure the charity event was on track, we'd ventured up to Mr. Hamad's office where he'd given me the ID card and papers for the bank account.

Mr. Hamad showed me around his office and pointed out the variety of investments their family held. We met up with Lincoln who was married to Samir, Mr. Hamad's brother. He was in his office and going through a file on his desk. He stood when he saw us come in.

"Kasper! I've been meaning to check in on you but I've had my hands full with a project. Samir is on his way over. How are you?" He asked. He greeted me with a hug as though he welcomed the distraction in his day. He seemed genuinely interested in making small talk which was odd because we hadn't spent much time getting to know each other. His husband came in and seemed just as strangely interested in hugging me and hearing about my day. It was odd and they made me nervous. Something weird was going on.

Mr. Hamad jumped in and caught them up with my "blossoming modeling career." He greatly exaggerated the demand for me from designers. I suspected he was arranging jobs as an excuse to give me money. It was very sweet. They wanted me to feel like I was doing something.

"Oh, Ali! I almost forgot," Lincoln said suddenly to Mr. Hamad who was in mid-sentence. "We have to fire that terrible new project manager."

"Right, he's awful. I hate firing people though. It's too emotional," Mr. Hamad said and squeezed my shoulder.

"Me too! They get all weepy. Well why don't we have Kasper do it?" Samir suggested.

"Me? I can't... no! No way! I don't even work here! I don't think that's legal since I don't work here!" I felt panic rising in me. Why would they ask me to do that? I looked to Emerson to help me out.

"Sure you can. You're family now. This is the family business! You'll be great at it and we'll help you!" Emerson signed and Lincoln translated.

"No, I'll cry. Please," I tried to argue. I wrapped my arms around Mr. Hamad's arm and looked at him for help. They just shrugged me off.

"Nonsense! You're a born leader. Let me summon him. It'll be good practice for you, little one," Mr. Hamad said as he went to the phone and barked some harsh orders in Arabic to someone on the other end of the line.

"Seriously, you guys! Please! I hate hurting people's feelings," I felt my cheeks burn red and I backed away from them. Mr. Hamad looked at me quizzically and put his hand on my shoulder.

"We believe in you," Samir assured.

"You'll do great. Ahh, here comes the sad chap," Mr. Hamad said. I turned towards the door and watched it open.

"Shit! I can't do this... what am I going to.... It's Taj! Oh my God!" I squealed when I saw his head poke in the door.

Taj looked so incredibly handsome. I hadn't seen him since we left Durban. The Hamads had cleaned him up. His black hair was gelled up in a sharp swoop and his fancy suit fit him perfectly and framed the muscled treasure he worked so hard to get. He looked so healthy and happy. I knew how hard he had worked to get here.

"Kasper!" he called back excitedly as he ran over to lift me up into a hug.

"I missed you so much! It's been so crazy here! So much has happened," I told him when he set me down. He kept a hand on my shoulder and listened to me.

"I know! I've been here! Everyone has been so wonderful and I'm flying home to get married next week! We have a beautiful apartment waiting to bring my bride home," Taj glowed.

"Wait... I'm not firing him, right?" I said suddenly and turned to the Hamad men behind me who were laughing at me.

"Not unless you want $20 million in accounts lost. Taj has been an incredible asset to the company. We're all so proud of him," Mr. Hamad said.

"Oh that was SO mean," I told him. Everyone thought it was a good prank, but my stomach hurt from anxiety. This family could be rough.

"Sweet boy. Come to me," Mr. Hamad laughed and pulled me in for a kiss on the cheek. He sounded just a little remorseful for his prank and rubbed my back as he held me.

They gave me time to go hang out with Taj. I saw his office and he showed me pictures of his new place on his phone. His office had pictures of his fiancee. I got a little jealous of the shrine he'd built for her. I remembered the shrine to me that Amir put up on my room in their house. He had canvases made with pictures of us together.

I told Taj all about the events with my family. He shook his head and offered me hugs. He said every family had its own challenges and no one could tell me what to do about it. I had to decide that for myself. He said I had to set up my own boundaries and realize that I wasn't a kid anymore, I had to define my own relationship with them in a way that worked for me. He echoed what the therapist told me. He was a helpful listener.

+++

Amir was waiting for us when we got home. He had gone to the gym and was lounging on the couch playing a video game on the big screen. He died quickly when we came in and then jumped up to pounce on me. He kissed me and lifted me up against his chest in a tight hug.

"It's only been a few hours. Wait until your long day classes before you get too crazy," Mr. Hamad laughed as he watched us.

"I can't help it. I'll have to start taking him with me. Maybe Kasper can sit with me," Amir proposed. He had on a white tank top that was nearly see through and small black shorts.

"Yes, I'm sure he will love hearing three hour lectures taught in Arabic. No, no. He has jobs coming up and he is becoming quite the apt apprentice with Emi's charities," Mr. Hamad noted.

"You can try it, Kas. right, babe?" Amir set me down and looked at me with a hopeful smile.

"He has a photo shoot tomorrow," Emerson signed and Mr. Hamad translated.

"No! It was supposed to be Friday when I don't have classes!" Amir's smile turned to anger.

"It was moved up. With the perfect weather and longer daylight, they are able to finish early and under budget. They're eager to wrap things." Mr. Hamad looked annoyed at his son's agitation.

"Oh wait! Look what I got today!" I said excitedly as I tried to defuse the situation. I pulled out my new wallet and handed it to Amir. He opened it and smiled when he saw my ID card.

"It came! Oh you look so cute next to our flag. But..." Amir's voice suddenly fell.

"Why is your picture on here, father? Shouldn't it be mine? Dad has your name on his ID, not grandfather's. I'm responsible for Kasper like you are responsible for dad. It's how it's done here! He's my boy. Right, Kasper? You're my boy," Amir grew angry all over again.

"I am," I assured and patted his chest. I didn't want to get in the middle of this.

"You are, but I wanted him to have the highest safety. This is for his safety. You are not yet a leader in your own right. Our kingdom watched you grow up so quickly. Many still think of you as a young boy. I wanted there to be no doubt that he is protected by the family at the highest level. He is more than your current love interest." Mr. Hamad said harshly. Things were getting tense. I felt Amir's heartbeat as he held me protectively against his chest.

Amir spoke back angrily in his language and Mr. Hamad sighed in exasperation. Emerson put his hands up between the two of them as if pushing them apart. He signed something as he looked between them. I didn't know what was going on. There were two languages I needed to learn to function in this family.

"Emi is right. Kasper is an adult. He should have had a say in all of these things and it's not fair for him to be put in between us like this. We should settle our arguments away from his ears. Look, son... I don't mean to diminish the love you have for him. You are so young and your love is so new. When I found your dad, I was already established in the business and finished with school. I was a leader in my own right and Emerson was never out of my protection. We both want to keep him safe," Mr. Hamad said.

Amir and his father went off to talk while I helped Emerson make dinner. Usually the staff did it, but tonight he wanted to make something special. I helped him peel shrimp and we made a pasta with a light sauce and a giant healthy salad with strawberries and kale. It was yummy.

"I hope you aren't upset about this thing between Amir and his father. It's part of growing up. It's hard for him to accept that Amir isn't his little boy anymore." Emerson swiped out on his tablet.

"Thanks, I just don't want to cause any problems. Everyone's been so great to me here and I don't want to ruin that," I said back and the app translated to text.

"It's not your fault," Emerson typed and gave me a hug.

Things seemed better when they came back. Ali joined us for dinner. Amir pulled my chair over to his and kept his arm around me while we ate.

+++

Emerson woke me early the next morning. He was eager to get ready and head to the catalog shoot. I stirred in Amir's arms and squinted up at him. He seemed unfazed at seeing me cradled against his son's bare chest as we slept. I knew I needed to get up, but Amir was holding onto me tightly and I knew he would be upset if I left without waking him.

Luckily, Emerson had taught me the signs for minutes and numbers. I signed to him that I needed ten minutes more of sleep. He nodded in understanding and signed back "10 minutes, that's it." He pointed towards his bedroom and then left us, closing the door behind himself.

"Babe," I whispered against Amir's ear, but he just groaned and rolled onto his back, bringing me with him. I slid my hand down his chest, over his hard abs, and then down into his sleep shorts. He didn't have on any underwear and his cock was already stirring with its normal morning appetite. I slid my hand down the shaft and it thickened under my touch. I gripped it and kissed his nipple. He let out a soft moan as I bit against his nipple and pumped his cock.

"Baby," he mumbled. "So early." He sighed and arched his back to stretch from the cramped position we'd slept in. His hand rubbed down my back and slid inside the back of my briefs. His finger went straight for my hole.

"I have to go, Amir. The photoshoot is today," I whispered as I looked up to him. His eyes were blinking open and he nodded that handsome Arab face.

"Kay," he said and started to buck his hips to fuck the grip I had on his cock. His finger pushed inside my hole and he leaned down to kiss my forehead. I raised my head up to his so our lips could meet and wrestle with dueling morning breaths.

"Suck me off babe. I won't take long," Amir asked. He put his free hand on my head. His fingers pushed through my hair and he guided me down beneath the covers.

"Do we have time? Emerson said ten minutes," I looked at him with needy eyes.

"If you take away my urgency this morning then I will have time to fuck you properly tonight as you deserve," Amir noted.

"Good point, but we have to hurry," I said and nodded at him.

"Then get to it, my love," Amir said and let go of my hair. He caressed my cheek with one hand and fingered my hole with the other. I disappeared under the blanket and put my lips to his cock.

I sucked him eagerly as he pushed up to my throat. He massaged my hole with one hand and pressed down on my head with the other. His fingers intertwined with my hair as he held me there though no holding was needed. I wanted his cream. I wanted him spent so he could focus on his day and I could go about mine with his seed inside me. I bobbed on his cock as the thick tip shoved its way past my gag reflex. I sputtered on his thick shaft as he started to fuck my throat. He bucked his hips and I reached a hand down to cup his balls. I pulled on them and massaged them, the thick and full nuts that would reward me soon enough.

"Fuck, baby," he hissed in a low voice to not disturb his parents in the other room.

"Mmmm," I mumbled as he rammed in and out of my mouth. He tasted like sweat and piss as my tongue lapped at his shaft while it forced its way in and out of me.

"Fuck, so good, my beautiful Kasper," Amir whispered encouragement as he held my head and force-fucked me deeply. His thick shaft stretched my lips, my throat, my ability. I sputtered and gagged on his cock, but I kept up with him.

"Uhhh here comes baby," he warned as his shaft started to throb in me and I felt his cum shoot against my throat. He pulled out and rammed back in so I could taste his salty seed. I swallowed all I could, but it leaked out of my lips and down his shaft. His body tensed and raised up off the bed with an uncontrolled groan as he shot inside me.

"Yes baby, yes. I love you," he said and gripped a fistful of my hair as he finished inside me.

"Huhhh," he moaned and sank back against the mattress as his sated cock sat thick and rigid in my mouth. I slurped on him a few more times. I gripped his shaft and pumped it as his body bucked and twisted with that after-finish sensitivity. He laughed and tried to squirm away from me as I milked the remains of his offering.

"Mmmm," I praised. I let it go and the thick monster slid out of my lips. I slurped up the missed seed and licked his cock clean.

"Thank you, cock," I said and kissed the tip. Amir laughed and brought me up to snuggle with the last of our free seconds before Emerson would come back.

A knock at the door roused us. Amir shoved his cock back inside his shorts and pretended to still be asleep. He gave my hole one last strum of appreciation and then squeezed my cheek.

"Boys, it is time," Mr. Hamad's voice called from their bedroom. He knocked once more and then opened the door to find us cuddled together in my small bed, both pretending to still be asleep.

"Kasper, little one, it is time," Mr. Hamad said and came towards the bed. I pushed up off Amir's chest and looked at him with feigned sleepy eyes. I added a yawn for good measure, but then realized I probably still had some of Amir's seed on my lips. I quickly swiped my tongue across but only tasted my skin.

"Yes sir, I'm coming," I said and sat up. My cock had gone down enough to get up. I crept across Amir's chest, he pretended as though it hadn't awaken him. I got up and realized I only had on a tank top and some briefs. Mr. Hamad noted me with a smile.

"Good, Emi gets anxious when things don't go according to time. He has a schedule worked out for you and it must be kept. Shower quickly. He is preparing protein shakes for breakfast so you can eat in the car." Mr. Hamad kissed my forehead and then patted my back as I went off to shower.

+++

The photoshoot was on the grounds of the old Arabian palace. It was a museum now and the old fountains and courtyards had been preserved. The guide told us it was built over a thousand years before. It sat on a sandy cliff overlooking the sea. We found the crew setting up in the visitor's center. I was happy when they told us we were early and would have to wait. The Hamad family guard who kept a watchful eye over Emerson translated for him.

Caterers were the next to arrive. Emerson had booked them. He wanted the crew to see the full hospitality of the Satran people. He directed them to set up a table and they quickly filled it with an endless amount of fruit, salads, and local snacks for everyone to enjoy. Emerson got us cups of the cucumber juice. He signed that it was his own personal recipe and packed with nutrients.

The stylists showed up and they whisked me off to get ready. I was to model a few outfits and a line of jewelry. The creative director showed me the two other models who would be with us. It was a beautiful girl from India and a light-skinned American boy whose mother also sold products from the catalog. He was similar in height to me, but was much bulkier and definitely straight with flaming red hair and a smatter of freckles across his cheeks. He was picking through a plate of snacks when the director gathered us.

"Sorry guys, it's going to be a boring shoot today. This catalog is strictly G-rated, family stuff. I don't usually shoot for them, but Mr. Hamad offered good money for this and a huge budget. I'll try to make it a little edgy, but this is the most conservative catalog I've ever shot for so remember to keep it all family-friendly," he said. I looked over at the other male model. He grimaced at me. We both knew how much our mothers loved this company.

"Gia here is going to be the earth girl, very natural. You two represent good and evil. Kasper will be the angel, Devon, you'll be well, a devil. Not literally though, just modeling all the black accent pieces. You'll both pose separately, but then some larger shots of you two fighting over Gia. It's all family-friendly so no lips or any touching other than arms and shoulders, maybe a hip if we get wild. I don't know how much of this the company will actually use, it's a right shit publication, but we'll at least get some handsome all-american poses so your mum's can be proud." The director explained. He sent us off to our stylists.

My stylist quickly became obsessed with my hair. He blew it out, curled it, teased it, made a big fluffy mess and then pulled it back into a puff. It actually looked pretty good though I'd never put in that much work at home to get the effect. He layered some white glitter under my eyes and over my forehead with a bit of tanning foundation. He put me in a white button-up shirt with white jeans. He layered on the necklace and bracelets I was supposed to show and then spritzed me with a water bottle.

I came out to find Devon in similar trimmings but everything I had in white and gold he had in black and silver. His red hair was much shorter so it had been swooshed across his forehead in that emo look that would make him jerk his neck up every few minutes to keep his bangs out of his eyes. He looked pretty cute.

The photographer got some close in shots of the merchandise with me looking innocent and Devon looking evil. It was kind of fun to do and we both helped each other out with the directions. Devon was a good sport about it even when the photographer yelled at him.

In between the shots of us in different clothes and products pretending to fight over Gia, the photographer took some shots of us alone and then paired. He made them a little more risque and said they were for our own portfolios since the catalog would reject them.

"A portfolio... like for other jobs?" Devon asked sheepishly.

"Well yeah, is this the only job you plan on doing? You're cute enough for some serious work, just need to shred a bit and lay off the carbs. Kasper here has other jobs coming up so his family paid for a starter portfolio. They said they'd pay for you too. Gia already has a full career, she's just here for the money," the photographer told us.

"Woah, nice," Devon said and nodded happily like he'd never thought he could do it.

I took a break while the photographer did some shots of Devon. Emerson was already previewing the photos on his tablet since the photographer shot directly to the web storage. He showed me his favorite shots. I really looked like a professional. He sent a few to Amir so he could see what we were up to between his classes.

Amir sent back a smiley face with its tongue hanging out. A few minutes later he also sent back a picture of himself mocking one of my poses. He had his back arched and was looking over his shoulder with pursed lips and his cheek turned up. We laughed, Amir didn't mind looking silly if it made me laugh. Emerson let me use his tablet to chat with Amir during my break. He liked the girl I was posing with, but was a little unhappy with Devon.

"He looks at you with too much interest. Something not innocent there," Amir noted.

"No way. Are you kidding? Devon's a straight guy from a small town in like Iowa or something. I don't think he's into me at all. He's been slobbering over Gia, but she doesn't say a word to either of us," I corrected.

"Yeah, she usually does much bigger projects. She's on as a favor to my dad. Keep your distance from this Devon though, K, babe? I don't like the look of him," Amir texted.

"I will, But seriously there's no reason to worry," I wrote back.

"Always reason to worry when it's my boy," Amir wrote and then sent a flurry of little hearts.

I got called back then and the photographer gave me one of the company's necklaces that was gold and had my name written on a little cross. It's a pretty conservative organization, but I put it on. My mom would like it. I got some shots with it and he said I could keep it since it was personalized. I did the rest of their products and then he got some shots for my portfolio. The stylist came and put my hair down. It was a curled mess, but it looked kind of beach bum chic with the ocean behind us.

He got some shots of me in different poses and then brought Devon back in. He wanted shots of us wrestling around and pulled my shirt open. He sprayed some water over my bare chest and then got me playfighting with Devon. Devon kept pinning me against things; the fountain, the wall and then the ground.

"Sorry, I don't want to hurt you, but I wrestled in high school," he offered.

"Ahh, it's cool man," I said when he had his arm across my neck and held me against the wall. The photographer got a few shots of us in that position with Devon making a fierce face.

"Hot, boys. So hot. This will look good," the photographer egged us on.

We went to fountain next and splashed each other a little with laughs. The photographer clicked on, but then Devon went right back to the wrestling. He got behind me and pulled me down into the water so I was sitting between his legs with one of his arms crossed over my chest while the other splashed water on my hair and then pulled me back by it. He gripped it with his fingers and arched my neck back as I gasped. He was really getting into this.

"Hey, man, stop! That hurts," I begged as I gasped for air.

"Hey man, stop. That hurrrrts," Devon laughed and echoed me in a mocking high-pitched gay tone. He rubbed his fingers into my scalp and turned my face to him like he wanted a kiss or something worse.

"I said stop!" I yelled and elbowed him in the chest. It didn't hurt him, but he let go of my hair.

"Hey, I thought we were just playing around. Don't get all pussy on me," Devon asserted. He leaned in and kissed my shoulder. He kept his hands on me, holding me against him.

"This is so hot. Your portfolio will be great. Directors like to see you're not afraid of guy action. Don't be afraid of it. It's just acting. It's big right now in all the worthwhile ads," the director said.

"Let go, that hurts!" I said and pushed away from him. Devon took a minute, but then let me go.

"I thought you'd be into it. I mean... you're gay and all, right?" Devon asked like he was in shock I could reject him. He slid a hand down to my ass and squeezed it. I jumped but he kept me in his hold.

"Fuck you! Not every gay is into you." I shot back. The photographer kept snapping. He was too focused to be helpful.

"Let him go. You're gross, Devon. He doesn't like it," Gia said and walked towards us from where she'd been perched in a high chair on her phone. It was the first thing she said to us.

"Sorry, I thought he was into it," Devon said like it was news to him. He let me go. I crawled forward on my hands and knees as the photographer got a few more good shots. I looked up and saw Emerson whose eyes blazed with concern.

"You ok?" he signed to me. I nodded. He glared at Devon, but I didn't look over to see Devon's reaction. I made the sign for finished. I wanted to go home.

"Kasper, really. I thought you were into it. We were just playing around. Seriously. I didn't mean anything bad," Devon said, looking at me with confusion.

"That makes it worse, dude. You really don't get it," I got out of the fountain. Emerson nodded and brought me a towel. He wrapped it around me and led me away. I went to change and stuffed the necklace in my pocket. I felt gross, awkward, cold.

"The pictures turned out beautiful," Emerson wrote as we rode home in the back of the car. He swiped through the pictures of me and Devon playing around. Devon had this focused look on me. His eyes were intense. He was probably just trying to get the best shot. Maybe the friends and brothers he play fought with at home were sturdier and used to that. He just felt so intent on making me feel weak. I didn't want to see him again.

We got home before Amir did. I took a shower and washed off the day then texted him to see when he would come. He said he was almost finished with his class and I told him to hurry. I laid in his bed. I wanted him there to hold me.

"Are you ok, Kasper? Something happened? It's that boy! I'll kill him!" Amir wrote back with a frown face.

"Just come when you can... I need you," I wrote back.

"Leaving now!" he wrote. I saw the underwear he'd had on this morning laying across the top of the laundry basket near his bathroom. I looked around as if someone was watching me and then I went to touch it. I picked it up and felt his warmth still on it. I put it close to my nose and inhaled his sweat, cologne, and aura. I was a total perv, but I needed to feel him close to me. I took them back to his bed and laid down with them in my hand.

Amir came home and found me in his bed. He asked what happened and laid down behind me, pulling me back against his chest to spoon me. I just shook my head and said I was ok.

Emerson came in and handed Amir the tablet with the pictures. He looked so proud of me, so happy that I had done something on my own. I knew what it meant for him. He was always grabbing independence, encouraging me to do things he was too scared to do. Mr. Hamad must have had really tight control over him. He seemed like he really had a lot of regrets.

"Let's see my beautiful boy," Amir said and sat up against the pillows. He pulled me up to sit between his legs and Emerson sat down on his son's bed next to us as Amir put the tablet in my lap and started swiping through the pictures.

"You look so hot with Gia. She really is beautiful. She knows it too. I'm sure she'll be upset that you outshined her. She's done a lot of high profile stuff," Amir laughed. He traced his finger over my face in every picture and made a cute little sigh. I know he was upset that he hadn't been there with me, but he tried to act happy. He kissed along my neck as he adored them.

"Beautiful, so hot," Amir said as he swiped through the pictures, but I knew what was coming. It was worse than I thought. He got to the shots of me wrestling with Devon and he let out a low whistle, but didn't say anything.

"Stop, it gets bad," I said. I put my hand over the tablet and Emerson looked at me with confusion. Amir gently took my hand away and held it. He used his other one to swipe along.

"Oh, Kasper no..." he said when he got to the ones of us in the fountain.

"I know. I... I'm sorry," I said as he went through them. He noticed Devon's look as he struggled to pin me back against his chest.

"Not your fault, but... You look really upset, babe. Did he..." Amir started.

"I had to elbow him. He wouldn't let go," I whispered. I felt the growl in Amir's chest as he continued. His hold on me grew tense as he finished the pictures. The last one was the worst, me crawling away with Devon's face close to my ass, winking at the camera and holding his hand up like he was going to grab me.

"What did he do? I'll kill him. He's staying at our hotel," Amir said and tossed the tablet aside. Emerson looked confused, oblivious to what happened.

"Nothing. I elbowed him and got away. He thought I was into it. He wasn't trying to hurt me for real. He thought I wanted it. Don't do anything. Please," I begged. Emerson started signing to Amir frantically. He was confused.

"He tried to hurt Kasper," Amir said back and signed to his dad.

Emerson put his hand on my arm and pulled me to look at him. He signed something.

"Dad didn't know. He thought Devon was just playing but knew you wanted to leave so he stopped it," Amir translated.

"I told you he shouldn't do this without me there," Amir said and signed to his father.

"He didn't know," I said. "I stopped him. Nothing happened, it was just... It's over. Don't be mad at him... or me." I reached for Amir.

"It's not your fault, Kasper. This boy assumed it was ok to grope you. He should know better. I should have been there to protect you. No more of this. No more modeling. I forbid it," Amir said and signed. Emerson looked disappointed and sad. He signed back.

"It should be Kasper's choice. One bad shoot doesn't mean it's over. The one for Friday is just him solo," Amir translated. He shook his head.

"Kasper has too many voices telling him too many things to make a choice. I'm sorry, dad, but this should be between me and him. Not you, father, or anyone else who cares to comment. I'm his man, I'll help him make his choice. Please respect that," Amir said.

Emerson nodded. He knew it wasn't the time to liberate me from imagined oppression or get into an argument with his son. Emerson and I looked at each other for a minute. He signed "Sorry" and I leaned into him. We hugged and I kissed his cheek. He stood, took his tablet, and left us alone.

"I should beat his face in for touching you," Amir growled. "The look on your face in those pictures, Kasper... How could someone keep taking pictures when you look so frightened."

"I don't think he noticed. It happened so fast. You got it immediately," I noted.

"Of course I did. You're my boy, my heart. If I had been there I would have stopped him immediately. I need to be there for you in these things. He wouldn't have tried that with me!" Amir said. He knelt down on the bed beside me and I put my hand on his chest. It calmed him. He put his hand over mine and leaned down to kiss me.

"I don't want to upset you more babe. I just get so mad. You just let people get away with this stuff with you, and I need to be there, to look out for you. You are too weak to stand up for yourself and you shouldn't have to. I need to protect you," Amir sighed. He sat on the bed beside me, put his hand on my hair and brought me into his side.

"I know. I want to make you happy. I want to make your dad happy and your father happy and everyone happy. It's a lot of pressure," I said. He started to push his fingers into my hair and I laid my head on his shoulder.

"We need to find out what makes you happy too... You're happiness should be most important. And Kasper, everyone here loves you so much. We are happiest when we see you smile, hear your laugh," Amir assured. He pushed his fingers through my hair like it was some mystical fog.

"You make me happy. Being here with people who support me, love me, take care of me. It's a dream. I just don't want to do anything to turn it into a nightmare," I said and relaxed into him.

"You're so perfect... That should never be your worry.... Damn, I really like your hair like this. It's hot. Everything about you makes my cock jump," he said and put his lips to my ear. He sucked on my earlobe and pulled me over to his lap. I slid between his legs, laid my chest against his, and met his lips.

"You make me so hard. Please touch me, sir. I need you inside me," I said and slid his hand down to my ass.

"The things I do to keep you happy," Amir laughed like it was a chore. He flipped me over so my back was against his chest. as he gripped my cock and pumped it through the fabric of my shorts and briefs.

"I appreciate it, sir. I really do. You're always so good to me," I played along and reached for his bulge. I'd satisfied it that morning, but he was ready to go again. He got off on being my protector, I kind of did too. I needed to be his boy sometimes.

"That's a good boy," Amir said in his low, bedroom voice. His body pulsed with heat as his anger melted into horny frustration. He let go of my bulge and slid his hand down between my legs. My hole twitched in anticipation of his expert touch.

"You want me in that hole? You think you deserve it?" Amir asked.

"Yes sir, fuck me. Please," I whimpered and my body shuddered in his hold.

"You need your man in the hole that is his to breed. It's coming, babe. I'll fuck that tight, boy pussy," Amir assured. He rubbed his fingers down over clothes that covered my twitching hole.

"I need your seed inside me," I said as he pressed firmly on that spot that made my cock jump.

"Boys! Are you dressed?" Mr. Hamad's voice called from outside the door as he knocked.

"Fuck," I whispered. I knew this was going too well.

Amir called back something in their language and Mr. Hamad replied a confusing string of Arabic. I looked up at Amir as he sighed.

"They want us for dinner. I promise we'll have time tonight," Amir assured. He gave my hole a gentle pat and then pushed me up off his chest. I sat up and breathed in deeply to calm my erection. I looked back between his thighs to see he had his own problem to deal with.

"I'm so not hungry for food, just cock," I whispered.

"I know, my love. Soon," Amir laughed. He leaned in and kissed me, pushed back my hair, and got off the bed. He offered me his hand and we went to wash up for dinner.

"We waited," Ali said with annoyance as he looked longingly at the spread. I imagined Emerson had swatted his hand away from the food. I blushed a little and looked down as Amir held my hand.

"Kasper had a bad day with the modelling," Amir said and Mr. Hamad snapped his eyes up from his phone.

"What happened? I haven't heard of this," he signed to Emerson and looked angry.

Amir told them about it and Emerson interjected that he hadn't realized what was going on. I could tell he felt guilty about it and I didn't want that. I tried to speak up and make him feel better, but Amir got angry all over again.

"It's no one's fault but the boy who decided to put his hands on my Kasper. I will be there for the next one and then we should figure out something else for Kasper to do. He isn't even that into this," Amir said and signed.

"You're not?" Mr. Hamad asked and Emerson signed with surprise. Everyone stared at me to hear an answer.

"I'm... I..." I started to say, but Amir jumped in.

"He doesn't want to upset anyone. He wants everyone to be happy and get what they want from him," Amir said and started shoveling food onto his plate. Ali joined in.

"Kasper, we only want you to be happy," Emerson signed and Mr. Hamad echoed.

"I am. I like helping you plan your events and manage the charities. I just wanted to do the modeling to spend time with you," I said to Emerson and Amir signed.

"He likes being your assistant. He just wants to spend time with you," Amir affirmed. Emerson gave me one of those looks that said he was both touched and pleased. He nodded firmly.

"I thought that stuff bored you. I'd love to have you with me. You are a great helper," he signed.

I beamed proudly. Amir squeezed my leg under the table. He wanted me to do something less public than modeling and I liked the thought of something more low-key.

+++

"Let's go, Kasper. We need some privacy if we're ever going to get to it," Amir said after dinner. He took me back to his room and grabbed a few things from a side table. He shoved them in his pocket and then led me out to a black sportscar.

We tore off down the narrow hillside road to his home and then whizzed through the guarded stop-point. He put the car through its paces as we got onto the wide boulevard that led down to the freeway. It was late, dark, and wide-open.

"You look so hot speedracer," I laughed as I watched him. He was leaned back in the red leather seat with his hand over mine on the shifter as he worked through the gears and made the engine roar. He winked at me in the dim light of the control panel. We tore off down the freeway and into the city. His parents would have yelled at him driving like this, but we had urgent needs. He took a side freeway that wound through the glittering skyline and down to the seashore. I'd never been to this part of Satra. There was a long pleasure pier that jutted out over the black water into the moonlit night. Amir swerved through some little turns and then into a parking garage under the pier. He roared up to a valet stop and we came to a sudden halt.

The valets opened our doors and Amir said something to them in his language. A dark, handsome boy in a suit opened my door and offered me his hand, but then pulled it back when Amir barked something at him. He came around to my side and extended his hand to me. I took it, but hopped out on my own.

He tossed them the keys and got a little slip of paper from a guy at the stand. He shoved it in my back pocket and then led me out onto the pier. It wasn't exactly crowded. It was a work night and not too many tourists were out. There were a few guys our age hanging out at a hookah place and some teen guys lined up for the bungee jump. Amir just pulled me past it all.

"Down here," he said and we turned a corner on a souvenir stand to see a giant circle that went up to the sky. Along the circle were these little round balls hanging off. Seeing the one currently waiting on the ground, I could tell they were little rooms, about the size of a small RV camper.

"It's like that London eye thing! A big carousel!" I exclaimed.

"A wheel, babe. Carousels go around on the ground and have horses and shit," Amir laughed.

"Oh... yeah... I knew that," I covered.

"Sure, angel," Amir laughed and kissed my cheek. He pulled me along until we got up to the base, a small building where the little rooms came to rest for entrance and exit.

"Salaam," Amir said to the attendant behind a black marble counter. "I booked a cabin for Hamad." Amir leaned over the counter and showed him something on his phone.

"Yes sir, it is the next coming down. It's cleaned and prepped per your specifications," the man said in a light British accent.

We waited for a few minutes until the cabin that was there began to move. The one the came behind it had blacked out windows and a sleeker look.

"This one is just for VIP's. Seb's father usually keeps it on reserve," Amir said, referencing Sebastian, his french friend whom I'd met at his house party.

Two doors slid apart in the side and a tall, dark man stepped out. He had on a crisp black suit and Amir greeted him as we headed towards the cabin. Inside it was like a little living room. There was a black leather couch that made a U around one half of it. The other side had a mini bar with a small refrigerator and a high table. The attendant started to follow us inside, but Amir pulled out a wad of bills and handed it to him then waved him off. The man said something back with a big smile and left us alone.

"Woah! We're going up?" I asked an obvious question.

"Yes, there's no underground wheel, my love," Amir said and moved to kiss me as the door slid closed behind us. We started to move with a lurch and I grabbed onto him for balance. Amir put his arms around me and pulled me into his chest.

"It's so beautiful when we get off the ground. You can see the city lights and everything." Amir said and kissed my cheek.

"It's kind of scary, no?" I asked as he started to pull away. I grabbed his shirt.

"Babe, no. It's totally safe and private. Look, we can even..." Amir started to say and he backed away from me to peel off his shirt. He set it on the couch and flexed his perfect chest for me. He pushed off his shorts next and stepped out of them to stand in front of me wearing tennis shoes and a small pair of boxer briefs that framed his ample bulge and perfect ass.

"This is crazy," I laughed as he started to dance. I grabbed the side of the couch but the cabin didn't swing. It held pretty well.

"Babe! It's fixed securely. It won't rock!" Amir assured as he read my anxiety.

"Are you sure?" I said and reached for him. He pulled me into his chest and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on.

"Totally safe. I've been in here with ten other guys for a party. It's not going to fall," Amir said. He found a remote control. He hit a button and the room filled with retro pop music as the lights dimmed to a soft glow.

"Let's go crazy crazy crazy til we see the sun. I know we only met but let's pretend it's love," he started to sing along to the song. His hands slid up under my shirt and rubbed my back.

"I love this song," I said and we started to dance together as he slid off my shirt.

"Yummy Kasper nips," Amir said as he pulled back to look at my chest. He leaned in and bit my nipples softly, sucking each one in to his lips as they hardened into pointy little pink nubs.

"Wait, ten other guys? Were they naked too?" I laughed, not sure I wanted the answer.

"Well..." Amir grinned. I put up my hand and shook my head, deciding I didn't want the answer.

"Hey, you asked. But none as perfect as my Kasper baby," he laughed and went back to work on my nipples. My body quickly began to tingle and I lost any thought of him with others.

"Mmm," I mumbled and then let out a deep sigh of pleasure as he found that perfect angle on my nipple that made my body go weak. He put his hands on my pecs and cupped them, squeezed them, rubbed his fingers over my nips. I groaned and melted in his hands.

"That's my boy," Amir said as he let go of my pecs and brought me back into his arms. He pushed down my jeans, but then noticed there was something in the pocket. He stopped and pulled out the chain from the photo shoot.

"You stole this." he laughed and held up the cross with my name on it.

"No, it's personalized so they gave it to me," I corrected. "You can have it if you want."

"I want your name on my chest, but not your religion," Amir said softly as though torn.

"I'll get you something else then. It's dumb anyways," I promised and kissed his cheek.

"No... It's nice. I'll wear it until you do," Amir affirmed and put it around his neck. The cross came to rest between his strong pecs. He looked pretty hot.

He pulled me in against his chest and slid down my shorts. We kissed and swayed to the rhythm as I stepped out of them and he backed me into the U-shaped couch that lined the glass walls. We sat down in the center of the U with the dark night around us.

"Are you sure they can't see us?" I asked when we were coming up to the cabin just above us. I looked up to see the tops of some brown haired folks. We were ever so slowly moving upwards.

"Not unless you want them to. I think it's a setting on the windowsill," Amir said and leaned over the back of the couch.

"Yeah, see, here there's a button. It's on opaque," he said. I looked at him unsure. "Opaque means not see-through," he informed.

"I know what it means! And transparent means yes see-through," I laughed and smacked his chest. He pretended to be hurt, but pulled me closer to kiss his pecs.

"Mmm smart baby, sexy boy... but why these boring briefs again? I buy you all kinds of slutty little panties to wear," Amir leaned back against the couch and appraised me as I knelt in front of him on the black leather.

"Well um let's see. I was at a photo shoot with your DAD and STRANGERS watching me change clothes. You wanted me to slut it up for them?" I laughed.

"Good point. From now on I'll take you to such things and supervise your privacy," Amir assured. He leaned forward and slid them down until my hard cock bounced up towards him.

We wrestled around for a few minutes, our lips kissing, hands exploring. He shucked the boring briefs from me and I laid between his legs, our hard cocks pressing together. We lost track of time.

By the time I pushed off his chest, the cabin next to us had more in view. I could see 7 or 8 guys walking around with drinks in their hands. They didn't have privacy windows.

"Looks like European tourists," Amir observed. I knelt on the couch and crossed my arms over the back to get a better look. I looked right at them and they somewhat seemed to look back, but it was obvious we were just a dark, mysterious vessel. They kept looking around and past us.

"We can be totally naked and they can't see us," I stated what Amir had just explained. He stood behind me and took advantage of my position with my ass in the air and legs spread as I knelt on the couch to peep in on the neighbors. He rubbed my ass and squeezed it with his hands.

"Well we can fix that if you want," Amir laughed. I felt his warm, wet tongue push into my hole and I jumped a little. He started to slurp and suck, wiggling his tongue inside me.

"Oh fuck that feels so good," I put my lips on the black leather of the couch and fought to keep my eyes open as Amir ate my hole with urgency. His fat, warm tongue shoved into me, stretching my hole and touching the spots that made my cock leak.

Amir didn't give me much time to adjust, he quickly shoved a finger in beside his tongue and pulled at my ring as I gasped and threw my head back.

"Ahhh fuck, that's... so fucking good. Lick my hole, open me for you," I begged as my cheek brushed the cold leather. I looked back to see the dark outline of his forehead and hair bob up and down behind the bubbled globes of my pale ass.

"Mmmm," Amir answered as his tongue was otherwise occupied. He licked in rough circles inside me while his finger pulled me open.

"Huhhh fuck! Dude, that's so... fucking... good!" I yelled as he slurped on my hole. I grabbed his hair with my fingers and pushed him deeper on me. He raised a hand to cover mine and pushed me off. I thought I'd upset him, but he quickly laced his fingers between mine and held onto me as his tongue made a final retreat from my hole.

"You are ready," he said. He stood and wagged that massive cock at me. I crawled to the edge of the couch and grabbed for it. I gave his shaft a few hard pumps and then dove onto it, letting it stretch my lips as he'd done to my hole. Amir leaned over me and put his hands against the window as he started to fuck my face.

"Yes, babe. Take that cock. Get it nice and wet so I can seed your pussy," Amir ordered. He grabbed for my hair and held it while he fucked my throat. His cock pushed back, scraped along my tongue, tickled my throat. I tasted his sweat, frustration, and a little piss. He always tasted so undeniably male to me. I couldn't resist.

"Mmmm," I gagged and sputtered on his cock as it rammed my throat. I was happy for the distraction to calm my raging, leaky cock. I wanted this to last. While getting rammed in my throat was certainly hot, my body wasn't exactly sure what to make of it. He forced in and out of me as I gasped for air.

"Fuck I love that throat. My boy with the perfect holes, tight velvet pocket and warm throat. Fuck, you feel so good on me," Amir growled as he slammed in and out of me. I felt tears leaking out of my eyes as I struggle to breathe and please him.

"I'm gonna bust too early if I don't get in that pussy soon," Amir warned. He pulled out of my mouth and let go of my hair as I doubled over and recovered my breath. I was so hot for him, but always felt like I couldn't keep up. I looked up at him and nodded.

"You want that, babe? You want your lion in your little cub pussy?" Amir asked.

"Yes... yes sir, please," I choked as I rubbed my aching throat.

"Get up on all fours and show me that perfect pink hole," Amir said and patted the couch. I crawled forward and then turned my face to the window as I hugged the back of the couch and put my ass out for him with my legs spread as I knelt on the leather.

"Ooh that's my boy," Amir said with a sigh of pleasure. "That's my good cub."

I looked out the window as I wiggled my ass for him. The party of guys was in full view now. They were almost even with us as we made our way across the apex of the wheel. Amir went and turn on the lights a little as he dug around for something in his discarded shorts.

There must have been a beautiful view on the other side of us because the guys at the party were all pressed against the window and staring directly at us. We must have been blocking their view of the city or stars or something. They were talking excitedly and pointing at us. Amir had turned up the lights in the cabin a little so it was harder to see them.

"They're watching something," I said as Amir moved behind me. I heard him squeeze lube over his cock and then smear some inside my hole with his fingers. He leaned over my back and kissed the back of my neck as his slimy tip pressed against my hole.

"Us, they're watching us. I turned up the lights a little so they can see better. They liked watching you on my cock," Amir said in a tone that left me wondering if he was joking or not.

"Ha, Ha, very funny," I said sarcastically as he pushed the tip inside me. It didn't want to go at first, but then he popped in with force that had me yell out suddenly, "Fuck! Ow!"

"I changed the settings on the window. They needed a show. Don't believe me? Wave at them," Amir laughed. He held his cock inside me while I adjusted to him.

I raised my hand up and gave them a wave. Four of the guys waved back and they all started laughing. I froze in horror. They were handsome guys, older, maybe late 20's to early 30's. They looked like they were here for some tech convention. They had that hot nerd look about them. They were pointing at us and a few made those seductive dude nods like "What's up?" to me.

"Oh fuck! What the fuck? What if they have cameras?" I quickly put my head down below the back of the couch and Amir took advantage of my surprise to shove inside me.

"It's ok babe. I lowered the opacity so they can see in, but the windows still have a camera block filter. It's like if you try to get a shot of a computer screen and it turns out as just wavy lines. The windows have a layer of gas between the panes that makes their phone cameras useless." Amir said. He really did think of everything.

"Wow. That's crazy," I said and tentatively poked my head up to see they were still watching us. Amir had used my distracted state to slowly inch his thick cock inside me.

"Besides, all they're seeing is our heads and my chest. The couch blocks everything else. Just let them watch. It's ok, babe," Amir said. He leaned over me and put his hands under my chest to rub my nipples as he started to fuck me slowly. He squeezed and twisted my pecs as his lips found the back of my neck and he bit and sucked me. He carefully pushed inside me all the way and then held me there so I could adjust. We breathed together as he sucked on my earlobe and played with my nipples.

"Huhhhh," I gasped as he started to slide in and out of me. I looked up again to see the guys were studying us with rapt attention. The tallest one locked eyes with me. He had this creepy smile and he rubbed a hand down his stomach to grab his bulge.

"They like you, I do too," Amir laughed as he started to fuck me with force. He pulled my hair back into a ponytail and held it with one hand. He pulled back on it and my head arched back towards him. I looked up and straight ahead, focusing on the tall handsome man who was now groping himself as he watched me. He had light features and big brown eyes that studied me as he pursed his lips and squinted to see me better.

"Fuck me," I begged as Amir started to force in and out of me. His cock filled my hole and the thick shaft rubbed along all my happy places. I reached down to squeeze my cock and jerk it as a string of precum dangled from the tip. I started to fist myself as my body filled with buzzing and my hole pulsed around his invading member. The precum swung back and stuck to my hand as I jerked my cock.

"Oh babe you feel so good. That pussy grips my cock so perfectly. It was made for me," Amir praised as he fucked me with force.

"Fill me, sir. Give me your seed," I begged, panted, moaned, and jerked under his control. He held me on him using my hair as the reins as he rode me like a prized bronco. His other hand rubbed my side and grazed my sensitive tummy as he forced his way in and out of me.

"That's my boy. See all those jealous eyes knowing they'll never get such perfection on their weak little cocks? Look, that one is jerking himself while the others wish they were as brave," Amir said as he leaned over me. He let go of my hair and pushed it to the side so he could nibble on my neck.

"I love this little spot, it makes you whimper and beg for me," Amir said as his tongue and lips found the spot in the center of my neck where skin met hair. He gripped it with his teeth and bit against the nape of my neck. I whimpered weakly as I gave into his control. His cock speared me from one end and he pushed fingers into my mouth at the other. I fisted my leaky cock and rubbed my lips against the black leather as I watched the men across the way.

Three of them had now fished their cocks out of their pants as they stood and watched in awe like a good audience. They weren't talking or laughing anymore. There was a clear need in their eyes as they watched Amir own my hole.

"Oh look!" I said as Amir pushed all the way into me, his hairy heavy nuts slapping against my ass. One of the guys had dropped down and taken one of the other's cocks in his mouth. He started to jerk and slurp on him. The man had a nice enough cock. It wasn't half what Amir had, but then again I couldn't really look at white guys the same anymore after tasting prime Arab meat. It was more of a curiosity than a turn on to watch them.

"See what we inspire, my little pussy boy?" Amir laughed. He sped up inside me. His cock stretched my hole and warmed me as his sweat dripped off his chest onto my back. He turned my face away from the audience and kissed me as he fucked the hole he owned.

"We're trendsetters," I joked then gasped as he shoved back into me at full force. He started to pound me then. He let me turn back to look at the men. Two of them were now sucking on their friends.

We were moving to the other side of the top of the wheel. I saw the glittering lights of the city below us. I'd forgotten to be scared of the height or precariousness of our perch. I was focused on Amir inside me and then men across the way. We were now slightly above the men and I could see down to the inside of their cabin. They had their pants down and cocks out, four of them still studying us while three bent in front of them to help them with their hardons. The tall one was still my favorite. He licked his lips as our eyes locked. He was pretty cute.

"Fuck, baby. I'm going to finish soon," Amir warned as he pounded my pussy like a piston. I was pretty close too. I was jerking my cock and rubbing my tummy.

"Fill me, please. I need your seed," I whined. He smacked my ass cheek with his right hand.

"Oh fuck this feels so... ahhhh fuck!" Amir said and shoved all the way inside me. His cock started to spasm and pulse inside me as he held in my deepest part. I felt his hot seed spray and shoot up my canal. I felt so connected to him even though we were sharing this with 7 strangers.

"Uhhh I'm... Uhhh," I whined and my body started to twist and buck as my cock pulsed out shots of my white seed. I coated the couch with my spray.

"Bayyyyy-Beeee love," Amir whined as he pulled me back against his chest and our bodies shook and twisted together. I turned my head and our lips locked as he filled me with his cream and my cock shot out ropes of white on the black leather.

"Mmm," I mumbled happily around his tongue as our lips wrestled. My stomach jerked in tight motions as I came all over the couch. Amir made several more jerks as he filled me with his seed. It started to squish out of me around his shaft and it leaked down between my thighs and over his nuts.

"Huhhhhh," he growled and hissed as he finished. He started to fuck me again to milk out the last of his offering.

"Fuhhhh," I whined as my eyes rolled back in ecstasy. I shot one last wad and heard it thud against the couch as my body emptied itself of my boy juice.

"Oh my perfect love," Amir said softly as he finished. He held his cock inside me and laid down on my back, pressing my chest against the back of the couch. He nuzzled into the side of my neck as his arms wrapped around me.

I watched the guys across the way. They were starting to disappear below us as we started to make our descent. They were all now happily exploring each other except for the tall one who still stood guard and looked at me. I saw him fist his cock. He wanted to make sure I could see him. He arched his back and his lips parted. I saw a deep look of pleasure cross his face as he fought to keep his eyes open and focused on me. His cock started to shoot out and some hit the window.

I gave him a little wave as his body jerked and he shot out a few more ropes. He held a hand up to wave goodbye and then blew me a kiss. I blushed and turned down to look at Amir who was blissfully ignoring the show across the way.

"Baby," he whimpered and his lips caressed my neck in approving kisses.

"That was so fucking hot," I whispered as I recovered my breath. I needed some water and a nap. "Where are we going to do it next time?" I laughed.

"Next time? Oh shit. Did I make an exhibitionist out of you? Maybe the shoe photoshoot? You know I love those baby toes. So yummy to suck on," Amir joked.

"All yours, babe." I said. Amir gave me one more kiss and then lifted off me and slid his cock out of my hole. I felt the squishy seed still inside me. I closed myself to keep it in.

Amir went for towels. He came and wiped me clean then did the same to himself. We used four of them to clean the cum off the couch. Amir assured me they had a full cleaning crew.

"Don't worry about it. With the tip I gave him, he'll make sure there is no DNA evidence left behind. This place has seen a lot of cum. But the guys across the way might lose their deposit for doing that. It's a public cabin," Amir laughed. We got dressed and then snuggled into the couch to watch as we made our way back down on the other side of the wheel.

When we got to the bottom, Amir gave some instructions in Arabic to the attendant. He just smiled and nodded. He knew what we'd done. He was careful to only address Amir. He regarded me like a ghost.

We headed back out to the pier and saw our guys from across the way. They were at a little bar and the tall one stood when he saw me. He raised a hand and waved me over, but Amir took my hand in his and led me away.

"He thinks he has a chance. Gross. He's like 30," Amir shook his head. He pulled me back to the valet and soon we were headed home.

We showered and got ready for bed and slept in my small single bed off the master bedroom where Mr. Hamad and his husband slept. I snuggled into Amir's chest and he held me as we nodded off. I wondered how long the bed standoff would last. I accepted it though. I liked sleeping curled up with him in the smaller bed. Someday Mr. Hamad would allow us to go to Amir's room, but until then Amir seemed happy enough holding me while we slept.

-- My Stories: https://sites.google.com/view/emri/