Lincoln's Pride Ch. 04

I gulped and his eyes found mine. He smiled at me, "I don't usually sleep with anything on. But after your excitement earlier, I don't want to tempt you from sleeping."

I turned away from him, and stared at the window black with night. I felt the bed shift as he knelt behind me, lifted the cover, and slipped underneath. His warm, hulking mass sidled up behind me, but he hugged the pillow instead of me.

"Lincoln," he whispered in that deep Arab tone.

"Yes sir?" I said and turned back to him.

"If you need me, wake me up. Sleep well, little one," he reached over and ruffled my hair.

"Thank you sir, you as well," I turned back away from him. I sighed relief that this day was over and tried to think about the excitement that awaited me in his country. I reminded myself why I was here and pushed away all the thoughts of what happened with Caleb and Mr. Hamad this afternoon.

I fell asleep, and awoke to the morning sun coming through the window. I tasted a nipple in my mouth and unconsciously sucked at it before I realized what I was doing. I opened my eyes to see a brown, furry chest rising and falling with breath. He was still asleep which meant I had time to move away.

I started to raise my head, but realized his arm was across my back with his hand on my hair, pushing me into him. I couldn't risk waking him, so I reached up and lifted his hand off of my head. I slowly wiggled out from under his arm, and brought it back to rest against his chest. I raised up off of him, relieved that he hadn't moved. But then I caught his eyes, they were open and he gave me a little smile.

"You're awake! Oh. I'm sorry. I don't know how I got there," I said, pointing to his chest. I was still pressed against his side, but now propped up on one arm.

"You were having a bad dream," he said and slipped his arm around me again, resting his hand on my lower back, "You talk in your sleep, or at least last night you did. I thought you were talking to me. I woke up and touched your shoulder and you rolled over and against me. I thought maybe you were aroused again, but then I realized you were still asleep and upset. I pulled you into my chest and you settled down."

"What was I saying?" I said realizing I hadn't actually slept next to someone in a long time. I remembered my brother telling me I talked in my sleep and once I even sang a song.

"Bees, not gay, gay bees... oh and then something about peanut butter needs jelly. I said you talked, not that you made sense," Mr. Hamad laughed.

I laughed too and unthinkingly rested my hand against his chest just between his massive furry pecs. Our eyes locked on each other, and then he leaned forward and kissed me right on the lips. It wasn't one of those sloppy tongue things you do with a girl, and for some reason it didn't seem wrong.

"You sleep like an angel," He started, "At first you were an angel in distress. But once you felt my heartbeat you slept soundly in my arms. So beautiful, little one."

"Girls are beautiful, guys are..." I started, but his lips interrupted me. They were strong and wrestled my own into submission until I felt his tongue slide through them. I slumped into his chest and his other arm came down over my back and he pushed me up and onto his chest.

My cock was rock hard against his incomparably full basket as he held me close to him and let his tongue explore my morning breath. He pushed his briefs up and his bulge poked between my thighs, tickling my skin with the soft material. His hands reached up under my shirt and pushed it up to touch my bare skin. I felt the chill of the air in contrast to his warm touch. I shivered under his strength.

I raised up off his lips and let him slip my shirt up and off. His mouth went straight for that spot where my neck meets my shoulders and he licked and kissed it making my chest stretch out as a gasp escaped me.

"No, sweet one," he said and I'd already forgotten whatever statement I'd made that he felt the need to negate. "You are my beautiful cub, strong and sweet, loyal to your lion."

"Yes sir," I mumbled hungrily as he went back to kissing my neck. I was so hard in my briefs that my cock pushed my butt up and his hands quickly found my cheeks and squeezed them.

His hands slipped down my thighs and he pulled my knees up so I was kneeling over him. I raised up, my ass resting on his bulge, my hands resting on his pecs. He smiled up at me and went back to kneading my ass.

"You want this, baby boy?" He asked with just a hint of fear in his eyes.

I looked down at his imposing physique thoughtfully for a minute.

I still wasn't gay, but maybe just with him. It was different with him. He wasn't a regular man, he didn't even seem human. He was like some ancient, mythical warrior whose presence made me feel weak but protected, anxious yet fearless. This wasn't two little twiggy boys flailing about in rainbow lust. Anyone seeing me out on my own wouldn't have the faintest hint I could ever fall for a guy. I play sports, I fuck girls, I even shot a gun once.

And him... He spoke and people scurried. I'd watched an overly muscled trainer drop to his knees begging to suck him. He put on a simple white t-shirt and all of a sudden it was the hot thing to buy. And here he was, under me, rubbing my ass as I sat on his bulge.

I nodded. He leaned up and kissed me again. He brought a hand to my cheek and pulled back to show me his smile.

"I don't know what comes next, sir," I admitted.

"Then let me show you," he smiled and brought his hands down to my sides. He jumped up and flipped over, pinning me down against the bed. He was over me, resting on his elbows like cages on either side of me. I smiled up at him, partially in shock at how quickly and expertly he'd done that.

He leaned down and rubbed his beard against my cheek. It prickled my skin and made me giggle like a little kid. I had muscles of my own and I struggled against him with my hands on his chest to push him off me. But it only brought out the animal in him and he quickly moved to pin my arms up over my head, my wrists crossed against the pillow. I relaxed back into the bed, surrendering to the inevitable.

"You already surrendered?" he whispered to my ear, sounding a bit disappointed, "I thought you'd fight a little more than that. You're not straight anymore, are you?"

"I don't know," I whispered back honestly, "I think I am, until you're around me." I put my lips to his neck like he had done to me and I heard a soft moan escape him as I nibbled on his skin, brushing my teeth along sensitive areas.

"You want to be my little bottom princess?" He was dead serious, and his tone brought a nervous laugh out of me. He moved to my lips again and kissed me before I could protest.

"You do. I can taste it on you. You want your daddy inside you, breaking you in for the first time. Don't you?" He said in his low grating voice.

"No sir, ouch!" I turned my lips to his with the sudden panic at the thought he would want to stuff me with that massive meat.

"Don't worry, little one. We have a long ways to go and a lot of preparation before you could handle me. I promise I won't ever hurt you more than you can enjoy," he said. He kissed down my chest, biting and sucking on each nipple. He released my hands from above my head as he made his way down my body. I reached down to free my cock from the now overstretched briefs, but he pulled my hands away.

"Please sir, it's so hard," I begged. He ignored me and kissed at my belly button. It tickled and my abs tensed up and jerked involuntarily as I tried to squirm away. He eased off, then slid his hands under my ass and lifted me up off the bed a little. He looked up at me like Caleb had done when he wanted to suck my cock. It wasn't the same though. He didn't seem interested in what I was poking just below his chin.

He kissed down below my belly button and then kissed a slow trail down to my briefs. He gave a cursory brush of his beard to my tent and rubbed his nose along the shaft outline. I watched his eyes close as he breathed me. He must have been into my scent like I was to his. My cock was throbbing and I was so ready to shoot inside my briefs. One more brush of his nose and I would have rewarded him with my spurt.

He could see it in my eyes and he moved on, kissing below the base of my cock just between my nuts. His hands moved down from my ass to my thighs and he pushed my legs up and over him so my knees were up to my pecs. He held them there easily with one hand and brought his other hand down to rub between the cheeks of my ass.

"Your little hole calls for me, sweet one," his voice sounded from beneath me. I folded my legs up into my chest and held them so I could look down and see the top of his hair.

"No, please sir," I begged. It was an odd mix of emotions having him down there, so close to the one spot a guy doesn't want anyone to ever get near. I felt dirty, but at the same time this need in me to share my most private spot with him was building like a fire.

"You never played around down here," he observed as his lips kissed my cheeks. His hands went to the waistband of my briefs and he slowly peeled them down my thighs to expose my hole. For some reason I helped him, my hand went and pulled the briefs up and off. He took them from me then and inhaled where my cock had been trapped all morning, leaking several gooey spots.

I spread my legs then and secured my knees behind my shoulders making myself into a crab with my hole in the air. I looked up at him, excited to see he was into my underwear like I was his. My cock throbbed against my stomach and leaked a little more.

"You like that, baby? See the spots daddy made leak out of your little white cock?" he laughed.

"Yes sir," I nodded and arched my back, flexing my abs to push my cock out proudly. It wasn't little at all.

He turned the briefs out so my pre-cum spots were showing and he brought them to my lips. "Suck it clean, I paid good money for these," he ordered. Gross as it was, I put my tongue out and lapped at my juice. He pushed them inside my mouth then and I got a full taste of my cream.

"Mmfff," I mumbled as his fingers pressed them deeper past my lips.

"I know what my baby likes. I know how much you loved smelling and sucking the sweat from my jock. You wanted to taste what a real man is like, didn't you?" he was speaking in that soft but grating tone that made my heart thump in my throat. I nodded around his fingers and my briefs in my mouth. My secret was out and he splayed me open with his words without a hint of shame or disgust.

"Hold on to those while I show you the second but most important use for your boy hole," Mr. Hamad slid his fingers out of my mouth and I clenched my lips around the briefs, sucking down the last of my precum even as more dribbled out of my cock to coat my stomach. I had that feeling of being on the edge of cumming, but it just wouldn't cross over yet. I humped at the air a little but my cock needed something more.

"Beautiful little pink hole. I'm surprised I'm the first to discover it. I guess a big strong jock like you," he said mockingly, "kept it hidden so no one would suspect what a little bottom beggar you really are."

"Mm not gay," I tried to say around the briefs I was sucking on like a pacifier.

"Right, nothing gay about this," he said with fake sincerity and I felt his lips touch my asshole.

"MMMM," I squirmed from surprise. His tongue touched it next and I jumped again. I felt his warm hand rub over my stomach then and he gave my cock a squeeze at the base and jerked a slow tight grip up to the top, spilling out a copious amount of precum.

"Ahhh!" I said, begging him to continue, but he released me and I realized he'd used the momentary diversion to slip his tongue up inside me. I felt it when he started to work his tongue in circles around the ring of my hole. I stopped squirming then as my body was flooded with warm sensations. He licked over a spot that made my cock jump against me. This was the longest I'd ever been on the edge in my life.

He pulled his tongue out and peered at me from behind my throbbing cock and balls. He spit at my hole and then rubbed a finger around the ring. He started to work his thick middle finger into the resistant hole. He took his time though and didn't force it.

"Open for me, little flower," he said to my hole, "Relax for your new owner."

"Mmff, ahh," I whimpered as he pushed into me. He persisted and it popped inside, flooding me with new sensations his tongue hadn't produced. I felt a million little nerve endings stand at attention and marvel at his touch.

"Eee!" escaped my lips around the briefs stuck in my mouth as the most appropriate reaction to his invasion. His eyes traveled up my body and locked onto mine.

"You want me inside you," he said and I nodded with a "Ess Irr."

He moved up the bed, keeping his finger in my hole, holding it there patiently as my body adjusted. He used his free hand to push down his briefs and I watched his footlong Arab snake flop out half-hard. The tip stared up at me with a painful reminder of what his finger represented.

He was beside me, sliding his free arm under me and kissing at my neck as his finger started to move inside me. His cock rested against his stomach and started to thicken up as he worked inside me. With one hand he rubbed my side, pulling me over into his chest. The other worked my hole in slow, persistent circles as his lips played with my sensitive neck. He kissed my earlobe and sucked it between his teeth.

"Let your lion in, little cub," he whispered between nibbles on my ear, "Let daddy take what's his." He pushed the first knuckle into me as I laid there like a grateful puppet. I nodded and looked over into his eyes.

He bit at the briefs in my mouth and pulled them out. They were soaked with my spit and a few of my tears as my eyes watered at the growing force of his finger in me. He turned his head and spit them out towards the floor. I wasn't quite finished with them, but I was in no position to argue.

"It will take much work before your little pink flower is ready for me," he observed as our eyes locked and then he leaned into me and put his tongue past my lips. I sucked him hungrily as he kept pushing into me. I wanted to be open for him.

"You are mine?" he said without a hint of question.

"Yes sir," I whined in a voice that sounded oddly high for me. "I'm yours."

"I know, little one. I will be yours too. I will show you what your body was meant for. You will take the seed of a real man in your desperate little hole. I will mark you as mine," he said. It was something I never thought I'd want, but it felt so right.

"I'm so close to cumming," I whined hoping he would finish me off soon. He had his finger inside me to the second knuckle. The black wiry Arab hair on his dark fingers was tickling the ring as he found my prostate and massaged it in small circles. My cock was throbbing to his finger's rhythm. I felt my body tense and relax in sync as well.

"Please sir, I'm so close, I need to," and then my body started to shake and twist. I bounced my ass on his finger involuntarily which made it drive deep inside to the base.

"Ahh AHHHHH," I started to scream as my cock bounced on its own, shooting sprays of thick white over my chest and face.

He drove his tongue back into my mouth to silence me and I Mmm'ed and Ahhh'ed around his kiss. His other hand grabbed my ass and squeezed it tightly as he started to ride his finger in and out of me. It started to hurt, but I couldn't say anything and my body was on this continual convulsion of pleasure.

He moved his lips back to my ear, growling, "Cum for me boy, cum for your master. You will only cum at my touch now. You are mine."

"YES SIR," I yelled as my body kept shooting off an endless fountain.

He bit on my shoulder then, and I fired off my last round with a sharp pain mixed with ecstasy.

"Ahh Ow!" I was shocked out of the moment by the pain.

"Calm, boy. Daddy's got you," he comforted and pulled me back into him as I came down. He kept his finger inside me and I started to breathe with him. I felt so weak and my legs were cramping from holding the crab position while my body violently emptied my nuts.

He kept his finger in me even as he helped me untangle my legs. I laid there, covered in my own cum as my Arab boss had his finger in my ass and kissed softly at my neck. This wasn't how I pictured the day going. I realized his thick, massive cock was laying against my thigh, unfulfilled.

"You have to cum now," I observed.

"I will, little cub, but my boy always cums first," he said as though I hadn't read the manual. He reached over for my shirt which he'd tossed and used it to wipe the pint of milk I'd shot. With a sleeve of it he wiped at my cheeks and then pushed the globs towards my lips. I sucked hungrily as his finger, covered in the cum shirt pushed into me.

His finger gave a few more angry pumps inside me and then he slid it out. I felt so empty when he left. For the first time I understood why guys did this. I need him again, gay or not, my body demanded it.

I let out a whimper of, "Nooo," as the empty feeling spread through me.

"That is enough for now. Finish your juice, baby," he said like a concerned father. I nodded and sucked it clean. He didn't have me eat all of my cum, that would have probably made me sick. He just fed me enough to remind me of the gift he'd allowed.

With my body wiped and exhausted, he rolled me onto my side and I felt his massive scimitar poke between my ass cheeks. He pushed against me from behind, kissing on my neck as his cock rubbed up and down over my hole, along my back. I squeezed my cheeks together to grip him.

"You want daddy to fuck your little pink bottom," he observed and I nodded.

His arms slid around me, holding me tightly against him as he sped up. He turned my face to his and kissed me deeply. He started rough humping against me, pushing me against the bed. He broke the kiss and turned me onto my tummy, my face pressed into the pillow.

I felt his weight on top of me for a moment and then he balanced himself on his elbows as his cock pressed between my cheeks again. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck as he humped me wildly, his cock sliding along my back.

"Yes sir, please sir, fuck me sir," I whined under his weight.

He kept it up, pumping away and I felt my cock hardening again against the bed.

"Ahh fuck, this is too hot, I'm not going to last," he growled into my ear. He backed up off me and pulled me up by my arm. I struggled up and whirled around to face him as I knelt on the bed in front of him resting my ass back against my heels. I was at the altar of Hamad as his thick meat poked at my lips. He grabbed his cock and pumped it hard. He looked down at me and I raised my eyes to meet his.

His finger pulled at my lips, stretching my mouth open. He put the tip of his cock against my lips and stroked it angrily. And then he arched his back and screwed up his eyes and my mouth started to fill with salty Arab cream.

"MMM" I struggled to keep up, surprised at the first shot of man into my mouth. His hand came down and held the back of my head. He squeezed it as his body shook and he filled my mouth with his seed.

"UHH, fuck, Uhhh, SO! FUCKING! FUCK!" he cursed as his body spasmed over me, my lips dripping with white. He finished in my mouth and I held it, not sure my stomach could hold this much cum.

He backed off of me with one last shake and a loud, "Uhh fuck." He stood over me for a few moments collecting his breath and wiping the sweat off his brow.

He stepped back and looked down at me, mouth agape and overfilled. He laughed, "Too much for you?"