Tamer and I set out in the early morning hours. I thanked Allah that we were on horseback and not on the terrible camels that were irreconcilable enemies of mine.
Since I was on a mission, I had packed my favorite white robes in the saddlebag and wore a black tunic, black leather pants with matching riding boots and a wide black woolen cape. The turban of the same color protected my head and face from the sun.
He now wore a sleeveless lamellar armor vest of hardened leather and iron, laced together on a silk pad, ass-hugging skin-tight leather pants, an iron-studded leather helmet, and over his shoulders a long blue cape.
On his back he wore two crossed scimitars. His riding boots concealed daggers.
Changing horses in the fortresses of the Hashshashin, we traveled quickly to Baghdad and then through Mesopotamia to Palmyra, past Mari, and finally to Damascus. From there, we planned to sneak north toward Tripoli. But first, my plan was, I wanted this cute guy. I suspect he wanted me too, but my great rider was a bit shy. I needed an occasion.
One day we were resting by the river Euphrates. The sweaty Tamer took off his tunic and washed his well-toned torso standing up to his knees in water.
"Too hot for you?" I teased. I, too, stood shirtless on the bank.
"You'll see what you get, once you have to fight the infidels in your cute little shirt," he shot back.
Now, it gets interesting.
"Oh, I'm not afraid!" I boasted, folding my arms defiantly.
Come on, gorgeous one. Bite!
"Are you implying I'm scared?" Tamer narrowed his eyes and waded to the shore.
Yes! Good boy!
"Oh no! Certainly not," I grinned slyly. "You have no reason to be, because I'm here to protect you.”
"What the fuck are you talking about? It was my Sultan's idea to recruit you!" he blurted out. "I could have done that on my own!"
"It sounded different at the audience with my master. Remember, when Ibrahim took a swipe at you?" I knew that episode was gnawing at his pride, and I had to rub it in.
"You're full of shit!" As hoped, his hot temper got the better of him.
In a rage, he stomped over to our stuff and pulled out his swords.
"Here, let's have a training session!" he offered me one of his scimitars.
"Thanks, but you need it more than I do." I sounded provocatively disinterested.
And that did it. Grinning deviously, he approached me. With his two scimitars, he wove an impenetrable wall of steel around him. The play of his muscles on his arms and chest was magnificent. I danced around him and watched. He was really good. But I had learned from Master Ryuji that every warrior had at least one weakness, and that was often that his fighting technique followed a fixed pattern.
Once I recognized Tamer's punching sequence, it was easy. I stepped through the hail of his blows and was at his back. Before he knew what hit him, I pinched his butt cheek hard.
“Fuck!” he squealed and jumped back. “What was that?”
“That was your ass, boy,” I stated dryly
Now, of course, there was no stopping him. He charged like a crazy camel. But now he was like an open book to me. I dodged a few times, grabbed his wrist and pulled him over my hip to the ground. He was quickly back on his feet, but now I held one of his scimitars in my hand.
“Fuck! How did you do that?” he was definitely shocked.
"My turn!" I let the scimitar play and drove him before me with a flurry of blows. Now he was sweating again, but he was definitely more cautious now.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” He defended himself valiantly, even attacked. The stricken look on his face told me that he had realized that he had underestimated me, and I knew that he was ripe for conquest.
Come to Daddy!
I broke through his defenses, knocked the scimitar out of his hand and boldly invaded his personal space. I dropped my saber and pulled him into a deep, devouring kiss.
At first, he froze like a stiff log, but then his tongue engaged with mine and he melted into my body.
"You bastard!" he gasped as I covered his neck with kisses. He bent his head, offering his throat. He bent his head and offered his throat for me to lick. I sucked and nibbled on his hard nipples. I kissed his chiseled six-pack and sank to my knees. I undid the cords of his tight pants and pulled them down. His hard, slightly curved cock literally jumped into my mouth. My fingers kneaded the muscles of his tight buns, steeled from riding, as I took him in fully.
"Aahhhh!" he groaned, throwing his head back.
I sucked on his delicious mushroom head and stroked his balls. My tongue teased the ligament connecting the cut foreskin and the glans.
"Aaaahhhh!" He stared down at me in disbelief. His hips rocked gently. He pulled my head by the hair and shoved his third scimitar deep down my throat, making me gag.
"Yes! Take it! Eat my hot meat! Cocksucker!" He cursed and sped up his thrusts. Broad-legged, he took a stable stance. His bare feet sought footholds in the damp grass.
He fucked my mouth with hard, fast thrusts.
"Urrgh, urrgh, fuck yessss! His guttural grunts accelerated as he drifted toward climax.
But I let his cock slip out of my mouth and watched it twitch desperately, dripping with saliva and cum.
"Motherfucker! Don't stop! Keep going!" he moaned.
"Not so fast," I sneered. Then I grabbed the back of his knees and pulled while simultaneously ramming my shoulder into his abdomen. His legs flew up while his hands lost their grip around my head.
"What the fuck ...?" my warrior cried out in shocked surprise as his back hit the grass, driving the breath from his lungs.
“You didn’t see this coming, did you?” Grinning, I flipped him over onto his stomach and slipped his pants off his kicking legs.
"No!" he protested, trying to get up. But I spanked him and sank love bites into the firm, melon-shaped orbs.
"No! Fuck you! Don’t even think about it! I kill you!" he protested again, as it dawned to him what I was planning.
He is so sexy when he is so feisty.
"Ahhh! Fuck!" he yelped as I spread his ass cheeks and licked his puckered hole. His resistance was crumbling.
I licked his ass until the tense muscle went limp. His resistance quickly subsided. My tongue poked through the opening and enlarged it further. The hole was now gaping and I spit into it. Soon my fingers were able to slide in effortlessly. Probingly, I circled around inside it with my index finger.
"No! Not that!" he reared back in a desperate attempt to evade.
"Aaaahhh! Shit!" too late. I had found his love button and was playing with it.
"Oooohhh!" his body jerked in uncontrolled spasms. His hands tried to find a grip as his face slumped to the grass.
Fingerfucking him, I reached around his neck and pulled him up until I could whisper into his ear.
“You are so gorgeous and you smell so nice. I wanted you from the first moment I saw you,” I licked his ear shell.
“No way! Fuck you! Get off me!” he shouted. His muscular legs kicked wildly.
“Don’t fight it! You know, you want this!” I cooed.
“No! Oh shit! No! Oh fuck!” his objections alternated with moans of arousal as his body betrayed him and surrendered to my stimulations.
The sight of his kicking legs gave me an idea. I turned around and caught one of his legs by the ankle. I pulled his foot up and licked along the sole.
"Asshole! Stop that!" he roared. But quickly his angry shouts were mixed with giggles.
"Why? I think you like it." I teased, chewing on his toes.
My own cock was now rock hard. With some acrobatic moves, I sank the bulbous dripping head of my shaft into his tight chute. He froze.
"Man, you're fucking tight! Are you a virgin?" I gasped.
"Ahhrgh! Fuck you! Go slow!" he moaned.
"Relax!" I gave him time to get used to my size, then let my hips rock back and forth in smooth thrusts.
The double assault on his butt and foot led to a complete breakdown. Incoherent babbling mixed with hysterical laughter. After a while, his sphincter opened completely and I was able to pierce him with deep, powerful thrusts until his body went into convulsive seizure. His back arched up and when his ass contracted again, I knew he had come.
"Aaaargh! Fuuuuck!" Tamer howled and I covered his shoulders with kisses and gentle bites.
He came several times after that.
He no longer resisted me as I flipped him onto his back. His body was hot and soaked with sweat.
"Uhmmmm ...," we both moaned. Our tongues played with each other in deep kisses.
I lifted his thighs and entered him again. His arms wrapped around me and his hands clasped my buttocks. He surprised me by meeting my thrusts with steady bucks of his hips. We fucked in unison, panting and moaning with pleasure.
I was lost in an engulfing kiss when his finger entered my hole. This finished me instantly.
"Ahhhh!!!" I filled my warrior with cum and slumped exhausted on top of him.
“That was awesome” I panted.
“Asshole” he muttered.
I looked at him. He was sulking.
"What's the matter, handsome?" I asked.
"You plowed me!"
"Yeah, so?"
"You shoved your fucking cock up my ass. You made me your damn bitch!"
"What? Really? You think having another man's cock up your ass makes you a lesser man?"
"Real men plow women! They don't get plowed!"
“You shouldn’t have said that.” I rolled on top of him.
"No! Not again! Ummph ... fuck you ... oooohhh shiiiit," he resisted only to succumb to my kiss.
"You're so stupid!" I sat down on his belly straddling him and reached behind. His cock quickly came back to life in my hand.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He wriggled as I kneaded him until he got hard. I quickly spat in my palm and lubed his throbbing shaft.
"Oh!" his eyes widened in shock as I guided his curved cock between my cheeks.
“Ahhh!” he arched his back. I felt his hot head against my hole and impaled myself on his manhood with a fluid thrust.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed.
"Your cock is in my ass. Do I feel like a woman to you?" I teased him, wiggling my hips.
"Fuck!" he gasped.
"As you command, my proud stallion, get ready because this bitch is going to give you the ride of your life," I laughed and started bouncing.
His eyes narrowed and it was clear he had recognized my challenge. Two young men each determined not to come first and equally determined to force the other to the climax of pleasure.
Tamer braced his heels into the ground and thrust his hips powerfully upward. His rock-hard cock rammed into my manhole all the way to the root of his balls.
I gave him as good as I got and answered his thrusts with a pounding fuck ride.
“Motherfucker! Damn you!” he cursed.
"Aargh!" I let out a yelp. He had hit my love button. With a devilish grin, he maintained the angle and sent me into overdrive to blast my seed. I lost my rhythm and was impaled on his cock like a rod puppet bouncing up and down.
"Didn't expect that, did you?" he sneered. He held my loins in an iron grip and gyrated his hips.
Damn! He's getting inventive. But I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, too .
I concentrated on my inner muscles and tensed my asshole. His shaft squeezed in the stranglehold of my inner walls.
Now it was up to him to lose the rhythm. His cockhead was ballooning inside me. I reached behind me and gently stroked his balls.
"Bastard!" he hissed.
I looked down at him and tried an innocent grin. His dark red, sweaty face contorted with effort. But I wasn't off the hook yet. I could already feel the all-too-familiar tingling in my balls. I was a leering basket case beyond the point of no return.
He impaled me with a desperate last all-or-nothing thrust and I saw stars. My cock lurched upright and my nuts attached themselves to its base. Equally desperate, I reached for his heaving pecs and deftly squeezed his protruding nipples. His eyes bulged wide.
"Shit! Ah ... aaahhh ... Uuuh ... uh-uh-uh," he came inside me.
"Aaargh! Fuuuuck!" I roared and my cum splashed over his chest directly into his beautiful face. I collapsed on top of him. He held me in a tight embrace. Our bodies were still quivering from the aftermath of our orgasms.
"You're such an asshole," he gasped.
"You've said that before," I chortled, "but I'm a hot asshole, yeah?"
I licked a few globs of cum off his chin.
"You may be ..." the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he burst out laughing.
* * *
We entered Damascus by the Bab el Faradis, i.e. Gate of Paradise. The capital of the Umayyad Caliphate had seven gates. The ancient city was already in existence, when the mountains were young. Thanks to Allah Almighty our glorious armies had captured the city 800 years ago lead by the great Commander, Khalid ibn al-Walid ibn al-Mughira al-Makhzumi, who had served under no other than Rasul Allah, the greatest Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him, himself. The divine dynasty of the Umayyads made the city their thriving capital. Life was bustling here and returned some memories of my former life in Isfahan. I wondered, how my dear mother was doing.
We rode alongside lush gardens, madrasas, khans, public baths and wealthy private residences. Fountains lined the broad street. All this was indeed a paradise after traveling for weeks through desert and arid land, and I suppose that is where the gate got its name. I wanted to see the Caliph to find out about the current situation with the crusaders - may they burn in hell. First, however, Tamer and I went to pray at the Great Mosque to thank Allah, the Merciful, for the blessing of our journey.
The marvelous Great Mosque of the Umayyads will be the place where the divine prophet Jesus, whom you misguided infidel think is the son of God when in fact he is a prophet, will return before the end of days. Some people say that the Mosque holds as well the head of John the Baptist. I looked for it, but I couldn’t find it. So I think, it is just some rumor spread by the infidels. We cleaned ourselves properly and performed our prayers.
Then we rode to the Citadel to meet with the Caliph. Tamer was bouncing.
“Can you believe it? We prayed in the Grand Mosque and now I am going to meet with the Khalifah!” He exclaimed excited. “He is a successor of Rasul al Allah, of the Prophet! Wallahi, my folks at home will be so jealous, when I tell them. Do you think he will touch me? What will he say and what will I say?”
“Wohoaa! Calm down!” I laughed. “You better leave the talking to me. Remember, what happened in Alamut? I know the protocol and will keep us out of trouble.”
"I didn't mean to offend the sheik. Your brother just caught me off guard. It won't happen again." Tamer pouted.
"Yes, and to make sure it doesn't happen again, just shut up and listen!" I admonished.
We arrived at the citadel.
“We are seeking audience with the Khalifah,” I proclaimed. I had put on my traditional white robe, and we were let in without any fuss. The soldiers guarding the entrance to the audience hall respectfully stepped aside and didn’t even dare to check us for weapons. The high ceiling of the spacious audience hall, decorated with masterful ornamental calligraphy, rested on elegant marble columns. The floor was covered with precious hand-knotted carpets from Isfahan.
The Caliph squatted on his elevated throne like a bloated toad. A servant handed him fresh dates, which he smacked and gobbled. Although two servants waved air at him with fans made of peacock feathers, he was sweating profusely.
Dignitaries had gathered in front of the dais. Among them was a crusader wearing an elaborately decorated, tight robe that was so out of keeping with our hot climate.
Foolish infidel.
Under a wide-brimmed hat, decorated with red ostrich feathers, an arrogant face showed, with an emphatically bored smile. Probably a nobleman, eager to ingratiate himself with his king by participating in the crusade.
Next to him stood a well-built, tall man in his early thirties, with oiled, dark hair that was cut straight into his forehead and flowed backward in curls to the base of his neck. A silk tunic and tightly tailored pants stretched over a muscular body under a richly embroidered dalmatica, the long flowing robe with wide sleeves and hem that typically men from Constantinople wore.
Interesting. A Roman in Damascus.
The crowd opened as I confidently strode toward the Caliph's dais with Tamer in tow.
The Caliph choked on a date, when he recognized me as member of the Brotherhood. Obviously, he remembered the dagger on his pillow with which the Brotherhood had warned him to stay away from debauched orgies with crusaders. His face turned dark red and his massive body shook from coughing. The Roman jumped at his side and hit his back with the palm of his hand.
"Be thanked, my faithful Andronikos Maius. You saved my life!" the Caliph gasped.
"Your Highness, as usual you give me too much credit, it was just a minor ailment, nothing serious." The Roman winked before bowing.
"As always, you know how to fill the stage with nothing serious. " The nobleman snorted tartly.
“Greetings to thee, Oh Ruler of the Ummah, the nation of Islam, Ameer al Mumineen, Prince of the Faithful, mighty Sultan of Damascus, may Allah Almighty grant thee his blessings," I said while slightly bowing my head, showing a minimum of respect.
“Naouzo billah! Allah protect us! What brings you here, terrible Hashshashin? Haven’t I fulfilled Alamut’s requests.” The Caliph’s eyes had narrowed in distrust.
„Allah ya barik feek, May Allah bless you, oh mighty Khalifah!“ I bowed again. "I bring thee greetings from Sheikh Abdul Malik ibn Attash, the master of the Brotherhood. No harm shall befall thee, for thee are a true follower of the righteous and have banished harlots and fornication from your midst. However, I beg the Khalifah‘s generous indulgence, for I am surprised to still find infidels in your noble court.“
“Yes, yes! May Allah bless you, too, who carries the dust of the desert into my house. Although your preposterous language about harlots and fornication hurts my feelings.” The Caliph huffed. “The honorable Andronikos Maius from Constantinople is a dear, close friend to my heart since a long time and the noble Count Raymond of Tripoli is so as well. I ...”
From one moment to the next, chaos broke out. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tamer draw a dagger.
"Filthy infidel, meet your death and burn in hell forever!" Tamer lunged at the Count, who was taking cover behind the throne. The Caliph squealed in panic, and while his bodyguard rushed to his aid with swords drawn, the Roman took a protective stance in front of the Caliph.
"Fool!" I blocked Tamer's attack and snatched the dagger from his hand.
"It's him! It's him!" howled my friend struggling against my hold.
“Shut up you moron! You're going to get us killed!” I hissed.
“Kill these outrageous savages!” The Count shouted while trying to save the feathers of his hat that were caught in the bordures of the throne drapes. The guards were moving menacingly against us.
“Oh mighty Khalifah! Please forgive my young, imbecile friend!” I implored. “I don’t know what evil djin has possessed him.”
"Drawing a weapon in front of the Caliph is a crime punishable by death," the Count raged. "And they have ruined my hat! This whole brotherhood of assassins must pay for it."
"Yes, they must pay, they ..." rasped the Caliph, slowly regaining his breath.
"Now slow down," Andronikos Maius raised his arms placatingly. "Nothing happened, after all."
"Look at my hat!" thundered the indignant Count.
"I'll be happy to stuff new feathers in yours, my dear Count!" Andronikos grinned cheekily. The Count's face turned dark red. But before he could answer, the Roman beat him to it.
"The young hotspur does not wear the robes of the Hashshashin. Is he then a member of the Brotherhood?"
"No, honorable Andronikos, he is not one of Alamut," I replied.
"Then the Brotherhood cannot be responsible, and it would be reckless to make an enemy of Alamut," Andronikos said to the Caliph.
"No! Hmmm, yes, that would be very uncomfortable indeed." said the Caliph.
"Then he must atone for it alone! The Count insisted.
"This infidel had my little brother butchered! I was right to demand his blood!" shouted Tamer, who was still fighting with me.
"How dare you, you insolent!" the Count's hand wandered to his side where he used to carry his sword, but of course he had surrendered his weapon to the spectators. "If I had my sword, I would ..."
"Nope, you wouldn't draw your sword in front of the Khalifah!" Andronikos interrupted him.
"I've never met that stinking camel herder, and of course I don't know his brother," the Count raged, "These accusations are baseless."
"You insist that the Count of Tripoli killed your little brother?" Andronikos now turned directly to Tamer.
"It was his man, and he threw my brother's body into a pig's den. The beasts devoured him. I couldn't even bury him properly!" Tamer wailed.
"Pigs!" the Caliph screeched. The ruler was close to fainting.
"Haram! Haram!" sounded horrified exclamations from the dignitaries in the audience hall. "Forbidden! Forbidden! He mentioned the unclean, unmentionable beast before the Khalifah!"
“If it is true, what this young man tells us, he should be forgiven,” Andronikos emphasized.
I was surprised at the support by the Roman. But the Count did not let up.
"I demand satisfaction and that the law be applied in full," he reiterated.
"With respect, Count, this is ridiculous! You're vastly exaggerating a minor offense." Andronikos smirked.
"The law is the law!" The Count stomped angrily on the ground.
"Silence!" groaned the Caliph, who had regained his composure somewhat. "Where is my legal adviser? The good-for-nothing is never around when you need him!"
"Highness! Here I am! At your service!" one of the dignitaries bowed low.
"And who are you?" asked the Caliph, distraught.
"Your legal advisor, my honorable Khalifah!"
"Oh yes, of course. Well, attend to your office. What is to be done with this Hashshashin, who is not a Hashshashin?" wailed the Caliph.
"Well," the advisor began to pontificate, "the situation is difficult. Not easy, I would say."
The redness in the Caliph's face returned.
"A sword was drawn and the unclean beast was mentioned before the ruler of the faithful. Both are punishable by death," said the adviser.
"Hear! Hear! What he said!" exclaimed the Count delightedly.
"To throw a Muslim to the swine is exceedingly shameful and likewise demands the death penalty." continued the adviser.
"I did not! I did not!" denied the Count.
"Even if a servant does so, the lord is liable," the advisor concluded.
"What? Have you completely lost your mind?" the Count yelled indignantly.
"So, you say, they all have to die?" gasped the Caliph.
"No way!" shouted the Count and I simultaneously. The advisor shrank under both of our threatening stares.
"Well, in that case, the law advises leaving the decision to Allah Almighty. Let a judgment of God decide." the adviser added hastily.
"I am ready! Let Allah Almighty rule!" Tamer exclaimed and looked triumphantly at the Count.
"Be silent.” At that moment I myself could have killed him.
"The defendant, of course, is not allowed to compete ..." interjected the counselor.
"With your permission, oh Khalifah. I will represent my friend," I bowed to the ruler.
"Very well, but, if the Count kills you .... " the Caliph stammered.
"Excuse me?" I was speechless.
How can you even think, that pompous ass of an infidel could best a member of the Brotherhood?
"...then I am at war with the Brotherhood." The Caliph looked at Andronikos.
"Your Highness, in that case I will represent the accused, if the Count has no objection." Andronikos bowed. He looked challengingly at the Count of Tripoli. The Count's eyes narrowed.
"Well then, if you seek death, I will not stop you," the Count hissed. "Be it as you wish."
"Then it is decided!" shouted the counselor with relief. "The verdict shall be tomorrow in the great arena. Allahu akbar, Allah is great! Allah ma’a as-saalihin, Allah is with the righteous!"
"Allahu akbar!" the dignitaries replied in chorus.
"The audience is over! I am exhausted!" the Caliph heaved his heavy body from the throne and hurried away.
“You are a true master of disaster!” I scolded Tamer later when we were alone in our quarters.
"This infidel, may he burn in hell, had my little brother killed! I was within my rights to kill him!" shouted Tamer angrily.
"But you didn't have the right to have us executed in the process," I was really angry at my friend. "If it hadn't been for the infidel, we'd be in the dungeon now instead of in the Caliph's guest quarters."
"You always think only of your convenience!" Tamer snorted.
"What? Watch your tongue! I ..." I walked toward him in a threatening manner, when there was a knock at the door. I gestured for my friend to be quiet and cautiously opened the door. A servant, dressed in Roman clothes bowed to us.
“The honorable Andronikos Maius requests your presence in his quarters,” the servant said.
What might this mean now? I wondered.
"It's an honor! Show the way!" I replied.
The servant lit an oil lamp and led us through winding corridors and abandoned chambers to an ornate door. He opened it and invited us to enter.
Flickering oil lamps bathed the room in a mysterious semi-darkness. The scent of the flavored oil mixed with the sweet fragrance of hashish lingered heavily in the air. Andronikos was lolling relaxed sideways on pillows of midnight blue velvet that covered a huge bed. The ceiling over the bed was a polished panel of silver that reflected whatever was going on the bed below. Apart from his curly pubic hair, the Roman was clean-shaven, and a thin film of precious massage oil made his well-toned body shine. In all its naked glory, his 6.1ft tall body weighing about 250 lbs. resembled a finely chiseled marble statue.
The golden tanned torso tapered from broad shoulders to a pronounced six pack to a narrow waist. His cut manhood, though not yet aroused, rested as impressive mass on one broad thigh.
His powerful biceps played as he brought the mouthpiece of a hookah to his sensual lips, which were twisted into a mocking grin.
“Welcome, boys. Why don’t you shed your clothes and get comfortable with me?” The hookah bubbled as he deeply inhaled the smoke of the hashish-infused tobacco.
"We thank you for supporting us today, but why would an infidel do this?" Although I would have liked nothing better than to follow his wish to join him, I got straight to the point.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! So impatient and still so hot-headed." grinned the Roman.
"I don't want to seem ungrateful, but we don't know each other at all. So ..." I replied.
"Well," Andronikos smirked, "since your sheikh had all the handsome, muscular young crusaders banned from the Caliph's court, there are few attractive men around. So, when two well-built young guys appear here at court, it piques my interest. Besides, it's fun to tease the Count of Tripoli. He's so ridiculous with a stick up his ass."
While he was speaking the Roman had taken his cock in his oiled hand and began to stroke himself. The organ reacted promptly and hardened glistening in the shine of the lamps. My cock also responded and my mouth salivated in anticipation of worshipping this magnificent piece of manhood.
"And that is why you will kill him tomorrow?" asked Tamer incredulously. As if spellbound, he stared at the erect Roman cock while unconsciously adjusting his dick in his tight pants.
"Naah!” Andronikos shook his head. ”Of course not! I'll give him a good ass-whooping and that'll be the end of it.”
"What are you waiting for, anyway? You owe me and you like what you see, don't you?" Andronikos gave us a look of purest mischievousness and let his stiff dick snap against his accentuated abs.
Oh you devil of an infidel …
"Then, infidel, we will settle our debt!" I croaked hoarsely. "And make you forget those muscular crusaders."
We quickly discarded our tunics and joined the Roman on the bed. Tamer lay down next to him and started kissing him intimately. I let myself sink between his slightly spread thighs and took his cock in my mouth. My tongue playfully circled the edge of the mushroom head. I held his shaved sack in a soft grip and felt the heavy nuts. The meaty shaft filled my throat.
Tamer covered the man’s neck, Adam's apple and then the pecs with kisses. Andronikos' back arched slightly as my friend sucked on the protruding nipples.
"Mmmhh..." the hunky Roman grunted and Tamer continued his kisses over the six-pack to the belly button, meeting me to worship the throbbing pylon of manhood rising from Andronikos' loins.
Tamer grabbed me by the nape of my neck and forced me to deep-throat the swollen cock until my lower lips touched the balls at the base. Then he pulled my head up and pushed me back down, throat-fucking Andronikos.
"Nng ... ng ... ng," I gagged, struggling to breathe.
"Ohhh! Mmmpff ..." Tamer’s moan was silenced by Andronikos’ possessive kisses. While my friend forced my throat up and down Andronikos' shaft, the Roman now grabbed Tamer’s neck as well and pulled him firmly into a feverish tongue play.
Andronikos pressed his lap against my face. I loved the musky male scent of his pubic hair. The shaved nutsac lay in the palm of my hand. I gently kneaded the pigeon egg-sized balls, while his shaft slid up and down my throat.
Then Tamer pulled my head onto his lap and offered me his throbbing cock. Andronikos stood up and got behind me. He lifted me onto my knees and Tamer took his position lying on his back. While I indulged in my friend's delicious man-meat, the Roman fingered my ass. Tamer leaned back, clasped his hands at the back of his neck, and watched me suck him from half-closed eyes. Andronikos began kneading my cock with milking motions. His fingers were opening my ass up, diving deep inside until he was hitting that spot within me that always heated my loins.
"Aahhh!" I had to pull away from Tamer's cock and squirm out of Andronikos' finger torture or I would have shot my load. Andronikos and Tamer giggled mischievously as I pulled them both into a tight embrace. We stood upright on our knees, mouths joined in a triple kiss while I played with Andronikos' man-tits. Our lips met and our tongues played around each other. Meanwhile, Tamer sucked my cock and stroked Andronikos' bobbing dick. Guttural grunts and moans filled the room.
I knelt behind Andronikos and grasped the firm mounds of his golden-brown buttocks. I was about to split them and dive into the moist, musky-scented crevice to nibble on the wrinkled rosebud when the guy winced and tightened his ass cheeks.
"No way, boy. Nothing ever goes in there! I'm nobody's bitch!" Andronikos reached back and pulled me up by my hair. His mouth closed over mine and he held me in a dominant kiss. Our tongues wrestled with each other until we had to break off the kiss because we were running out of air. The hunky Roman was cowering on his heels. His erect cock glistened with Tamer's saliva.
Andronikos and I watched, gasping, as Tamer sucked Andronikos to full hardness.
"Are you ready, boy?" Andronikos croaked hoarse from arousal and looked at me.
"Wallahi I am! Show me, what you can do, Roman!" I gasped back just as hoarsely and dropped onto my back.
The muscular Roman didn't hesitate and jumped off the bed. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He pressed his rock-hard shaft against my wrinkled hole and let a blob of saliva drip from his mouth onto the tip of his cock. Then he pulled me firmly by my thighs and buried his manhood up to the hilt into my ass.
“Aaarghh … mmmpfff” my roar was silenced by Tamer’s dick invading my mouth.
My body was rocking from Andronikos’ powerful thrusts. I was stroking my dick and Tamer was face fucking me in rhythm with Andronikos.
Then Andronikos stopped, bent forward and pulled me by the back of my neck into a kiss, while kissing at the same time Tamer’s dick.
Wow, this Roman knows how to fuck! I thought
Tamer’s eyes bulged while he was taking in that hot scene. His flushed face told me, that he was close.
Apparently Andronikos saw that too, because he pulled his dick from my ass.
“I give you a breather, but don’t worry, I am not through with you,” the Roman chuckled,” but first I have to finish off this boy there, because he will not last much longer.”
Andronikos pushed Tamer on his fours, reached between his thighs and squeezed his balls. A finger teased his hole.
"Fuck you, infidel!" Tamer cursed through clenched teeth.
“Nobody fucks me boy, but let me show you how we Romans fuck,” Andronikos laughed. He bent of Tamer’s back and held his hips in a firm grip. Without using a hand he guided his rock-hard boner between Teamer’s butt-cheeks. He found the crinkled hole and pushed in with one fluid, well-trained thrust.
Tamer was not an easy pushover. He lashed out with both arms and slammed his hands on the flexing ass cheeks.
"Fuck! Yeah, spank that Roman stallion's ass!" Andronikos roared in ecstasy. Tamer spanked him in rhythm with his thrusts and the Roman belted out primal, guttural grunts.
“Fuck! Yeah, boy! Enjoy the ride, uurgh!” The Roman sweated heavily. His face was flushed. His hips moved back and forth. As he pulled his cock out of Tamer's ass to the edge of the mushroom-shaped crown, his reddened ass cheeks spread, exposing his tightly closed rosebud. With each forward thrust, the melon-shaped cheeks closed and he rammed his cock all to the hilt in Tamer's hole.
“Take that!” The Roman gyrated his hips, His bulging balls rubbed against Tamer's equally bulging nuts.
"Uuugh, fuuuck!" Tamer threw his head back and his load splattered all over my mouth and face. My friend dropped onto the bed next to me in a groggy daze.
Andronikos laughed and turned back to me.
“Did you miss me?” he grinned. I was on my back and he started thrusting into me again. His face and upper body had flushed crimson. He grabbed my cock and began to jerk me off.
Not so fast Roman. Now this boy will show you how we fuck in Alamut.
I pounded my fists against his heaving pecs.
"So feisty!" He grinned and sped up his thrusts. Soon he was panting heavily. He let go of my hips and leaned forward, supporting his weight on both arms on the bed as his hips continued to thrust into me.
"Come on, lazy Roman, don't fall asleep now!" I grinned and slapped his sweaty face.
Indignantly, he put his big hand over my mouth.
"Time to shut up your filthy mouth!" he hissed
“Time to unload you!” I sneered
“What?” This time he slapped me.
I didn't let him distract me and tightened my ass muscle. Immediately he lost the rhythm and had to adapt to force his cock into my rear gate against the increased resistance. His hard cockhead brushed against that sweet spot within me. As he did, I arched my back.
“Aaargh!” At the same time, however, Andronikos was driven toward the point of no return in my tight ass.
I reached up and pinched his nipples hard. By now I knew this was driving him crazy.
"You dirty, little minx!" His eyes opened wide. His cock buried into me all the way to the base and his heavy body collapsed on top of me.
"Fuuuck!" he roared as I unloaded his nuts. His hips jerked with each of his spurts. The muscular body trembled. I massaged his cock with my inner ass muscles, forcing the last drop of his man-milk from his nuts as I softly kneaded his nipples. Only slowly his convulsions ebbed away.
None of us noticed that we were being watched with a knowing look through a well-hidden hole in the wall paneling.