ADEN AND THE ARABS
Part 4 - A Retrograde Step, But!
No point in trying to second guess the minister so Peter bathed carefully, even giving himself an enema, just in case. He dressed carefully and presented himself to the minister on arrival. He knew that Yasim ranked about the same as Abdul in the hierarchy and was about the same age so it made him just two or three years older than Peter.
"Good evening Sir."
Peter greeted his host when he was shown into a very Arabic furnished room, he genuinely liked the very casual appearance of the place with lots of rugs and large cushions, there were a couple of large couches as well and large heavy coffee tables, very common in this part of the world.
"Good evening May."
The lack of title didn't get missed.
"My other guests are Mr. Mohammed Azeri from Somalia, Mr. Ibrahim Suleiman from the Sudan and Sheikh Ahmed bin Fayed from the U.A.E."
Peter bowed to them slightly and said.
"I'm very pleased to meet you gentlemen."
Yasim laughed, "I hope you will think so at the end of the evening. Gentlemen, May will be our entertainment this evening."
The four Arabs sat down on the cushions around the room and Yasim pointed to a place in the centre of the floor cleared of all obstructions.
"Stand there May and listen carefully. Provided you have not displeased me in any way by the time you leave here tonight you will be able to pick up your flying permit at my ministry in the morning."
Peter nodded, he now had a very good idea what was going to happen.
"Remove all of your clothes and any adornments like watches and rings."
At 28 years old and with his past experiences Peter was not about to be all coy and silly about this, he would take the abuse and slough it off as he had done when he was a young inexperienced pilot six years ago in this country. He stripped efficiently, piled his clothes neatly out of the way of any action he thought might take place and returned to stand at attention in front of the minister. All four men were scoping out his body making him blush. He still played a lot of racket sports, tennis now though mainly. He worked out in the BP gym and swam a lot. The result was that he still had a gorgeous, lightly muscled body.
"Very nice May, now play with yourself and let us see an English erection."
That was more difficult, these men were all quite young and looked to be in good shape but they didn't do anything for him, he had to concentrate quite hard and think of Karim touching him, he was still an incredible lover. Positive result and he stood to attention again with his penis stood only 45 degrees out from his belly, Karim would have him so excited it would be slapping his belly but these men didn't know that.
The others all moved close to him then caressing his body, fondling his genitals and slicking up fingers to fuck him with. Peter kept his head up but could not hide his shame at this early abuse. The tears drifted slowly down his cheeks but he made no move and said nothing.
Mohammed Azeri peeled off his djelaba and stretched out on some cushions.
"Pleasure me boy," was all he said.
Peter dropped to his knees and started to play with a soft, but already substantial penis. When it was erect Peter gulped, it was without doubt the most amazing piece of man meat he had ever seen. Karim had about 10 or 11 inches that was quite thick, but this man had a piece of meat that made Karim look small. It was however a superb piece of equipment. Peter pleasured it and the surrounding area to the best of his ability, effectively making love to this extremely attractive man. He was typical of his race. Very tall and slim, almost to the point of skinny. He was surprisingly light skinned coming in at medium coffee colour. He was very handsome with a regal bearing and Peter was not at all upset pleasuring him until he came, violently, almost making it impossible for Peter to swallow all the sperm. He swallowed most of it and carried on sucking gently on the head until it was soft again before licking up the overflow.
Mohammed sat up after he had calmed down, pulled Peter to him and kissed him gently on the lips.
"That was unbelievable May, I would love to make love to you now but I am sure I would damage you if I tried. What is your first name?"
"My name is Peter, Sir."
"Well Peter, I am Mohammed and I hope I will see more of you after tonight, you are an amazing man."
Yasim was both pleased and annoyed, but his country wanted closer ties with these other Islamic States and if Peter May was helping that he couldn't complain.
The Sheikh went next and was not as gentle or complimentary, he fucked Peter hard with a piece of man meat about the same as Peter's but he was brutal making Peter cry with the pain. When the deed was done and the Sheikh had told Peter he was not a very good fuck, Peter bowed low, touching the floor with his head and apologised for not pleasing his master. The Sheikh was surprised and pleased at this obeisance.
Ibrahim waved Yasim in next. "I'll take sloppy fourth Yasim because after me none of you will feel the sides."
That comment made Peter quite worried. Yasim was a little rough, almost fisting him before finally fucking him slowly and erotically. Peter came twice during that even though the humiliation of being on his back on a coffee table was mind bending.
Ibrahim pulled his djelaba off making everyone else gasp with shock. He wasn't particularly long but it was so fat it would make a coke can look thin. It was easily the most obscene penis Peter had ever seen. He started to shake as his mind came to grips with the Sudanese comment earlier.
`He can't possibly be intending to try to put that in my arse,' Peter thought looking at it.
"Pleasure it May, and why don't you fist him Yasim to get him ready for my Baby."
The next half an hour was unreal. Mohammed and the Sheikh held his legs back and wide with him on his back on one of the coffee tables while Yasim fisted him making him scream as the last knuckles went over his sphincter before slowly feeding him arm.
Peter used his tongue lips and fingers to pleasure the battering ram until Ibrahim was excited enough to change ends. Peter closed his eyes and tried to relax but nothing could be done to make accommodation of Ibrahim's penis easy. He went over the sphincter and Peter felt the tearing at the same moment the pain hit him.
Once before in his life he had overloaded into unconsciousness because of abuse, this time the surroundings were certainly very clinical but the accents of the nurses had him goggle eyed. He had to be in South Africa and he was.
A doctor came in when he woke up and told him the tale.
"You were flown here in a private jet. We have sewn you up and in a couple of months you should be as good as new. Our resident brain surgeon worked on your sphincter and has done a superb job."
Brain surgeon, what on earth for? Answer, the delicacy of the surgery to repair Peter's anus. Peter was too dazed to take it all in, he was in convalescence for several weeks before flying back to Sanaa. He was met off the aircraft by Abdul and escorted immediately to Karim's house. He couldn't believe how he was treated once there, more like a visiting head of state than a lowly oil company manager.
Yasim came to see him carrying his new Flying Permit and the most incredible apologies.
"Please Sir, that is not necessary, but thank you, and thank you for my licence to fly."
Too much for this Brit hater, he turned to Karim.
"Now I understand why he has cast a spell over you. He is a truly wonderful person. He will be welcome in my home anytime Karim. Please accept my apologies for damaging him."
Peter sighed, what a long way he had come from the know nothing boy pilot to his present position. Karim and Abdul cosseted their lover for many years, never growing tired of pleasuring this boy who had grown into a caring and gentle man.
BP never even considered the idea of moving Peter and soon after oil production commenced he became General Manager, which post he retained to retirement which he took in the Yemen, remaining with Karim. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I have a photo of a Naval Aviator who might easily fit the bill as Peter May, happy to send it on request..