Into Another World - Sean's Story 12

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 12

Posted: July 7, 2006
Title: Into Another World - Sean's Story
Author: Ian Howe

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Will I see you in the library later?" Christian gave Sean a shy smile.

The other men besides Sean, Christian, and Ian had already left the breakfast table. Returning the smile, Sean answered. "In the afternoon. Patrick's going to show me around the garden some more."

The previous day had been the happiest he could think of since he had arrived at the oasis. Not only had he learned a lot about the Sheik's magnificent garden, he also enjoyed the boy's company. It reminded him of spending time with his own children.

A wistful sigh escaped from him at the thought of his girls. He missed them so much! His stomach turned into a knot. The day of his custody hearing was drawing nearer and he still had no idea if and how he'd get there. When he had tried to convince the Sheik of the necessity of attending the meeting, Karl had dismissed him with a noncommittal, "We'll see."

During his first days at the oasis, Sean had been confident that his agent would somehow find and extricate him. Then, Ian had told him she had been informed that he was taking a vacation and he knew that his situation had become more difficult. However, he had vowed that he would find a way to escape before the hearing.

"Christian, I'm afraid that I've booked Sean for another lecture this afternoon." Ian's voice was apologetic. "He'll be yours tomorrow, though, as young Patrick will have to help his mother."

"Oh!" The young Brit tried to hide his disappointment and cast his eyes down. "Right, maybe tomorrow, then."

Interesting. Ian watched both men closely. This was the first time he had ever noticed a display of emotion from the younger man, other than guilt for having disobeyed the Sheik, or arousal.

Biting his lip, Sean gave Christian an encouraging smile. "Yeah, let's meet tomorrow." He felt ridiculously pleased when the hazel eyes lit up at this.

Getting up, Sean smiled at both men. "I'll see you later, then." With these words, he left the breakfast table.

****

Patrick was already waiting for him. Without hesitating, he grabbed Sean's hand and pulled the Brit with him. "Come on, I'll show you where we store the tools and seeds."

The boy's enthusiasm was irresistible. He led Sean to a shed and ushered him inside as if he were a king showing off his palace. Next to a well-sorted collection of gardening implements, there were gloves, rubber boots, and a straw hat hanging from a peg. One side of the shed held shelves with small boxes in which a variety of seeds were kept.

"How did you get all these seeds and plants here?" The question was plausible and its answer might indicate a possible escape route for him. Sean felt slightly guilty for involving the boy in this, but he had no choice if he wanted to be prepared for the worst.

Guileless green eyes beamed at him. "The plants are transported here by helicopter. There's an airfield right outside the city wall. As for the seeds, most of them come by caravan, along with other supplies."

"You mean, they transport goods here by camels, not trucks?" Sean whistled; what kind of backwater place was this?

Patrick shook his head. "No, we don't use trucks. See, people here breed camels and all that, and they have to live. The Sheik has forbidden us to use lorries for carrying stuff. He takes care of the well-being of his people." He proudly lifted his chin.

Then, the boys face grew dark. "Not all Sheiks around here honour the traditional way of life, but Karl does. Our closest neighbour doesn't agree, but he's a weirdo. He's often quarrelling with Karl, about many things."

"How close would a close neighbour be in the desert? I have no idea..." Trying not to sound obvious, Sean was getting excited. Maybe there was an ally to be found nearby!

"Oh, Pierce lives about twenty miles to the West. But it isn't such a nice place as ours. Besides, he isn't interested in gardening at all!" The indignation in the boy's voice at this fact made Sean chuckle.

"But let's not talk about him." Patrick's face lit up again. "Have you seen the fish pond? No? I'll show you!" Again, he led the way. Sean followed, exhilarated. Twenty miles! He could easily cover that distance within a day or a night, and he might even convince this other Sheik to help him!

The pond was as magnificent as the garden. Fat goldfish swam their lazy rounds and approached the shore when they noticed the visitors. Patrick took a chunk of bread from one of his many pockets and encouraged Sean to feed them. It didn't take long to make the blond completely forget his escape plans.

****

Over the boy's happy prattling and the sight-seeing, the morning had passed all too quickly. Soon enough, it was time for lunch, and afterwards, Sean found himself heading for Ian's office once again.

In contrast to his apprehension prior to his first lesson, the blond felt almost relaxed. Having come to trust the older Brit to a certain degree, Sean was also grateful to Ian for showing him that all this was about pleasure, not being gay. He ignored the tiny voice in his head which asked, why, then, only men were involved.

Ian greeted him with a warm smile and offered him a cup of tea. "You look good. I knew you'd get along with Patrick. I'm sorry I had to interrupt you, but he also has lectures to attend to, so I scheduled yours to coincide with his."

Sitting down with his tea, Sean grinned. "I'm not convinced he enjoys school that much. He's very energetic and I can't really see him sitting still for a minute. He'll make a fantastic gardener one day."

"I agree, but all our children here receive a proper education, Karl insists on that. If Patrick decides to stay here and become a gardener, he'll be welcome. He's a bright lad and might consider other choices, though, that require graduation."

Nodding, Sean agreed. He only had two O-levels and considered that sufficient, but what if he'd wanted to study literature? Grudgingly, Sean had to admit that Patrick's characterisation of the Sheik was right. He takes care of the well-being of his people.

Ian did not intrude on Sean's musings. Before long, the steady trickle of water just outside the window and the light, warm atmosphere of the room made the blond feel comfortably drowsy.

Seeing Sean relax, Ian smiled amused. A mellow Sean would suit his plans very well. "You look at ease. Is there anything I can do to make it even better? A massage perhaps?"

"Ey?" Ian's question caught the blond when he was about to drift off. A massage? Why not? He remembered Ian's deft hands on his neck. "If you're offering..." The older man confirmed this. "I'd really appreciate a back rub. Thanks a lot, Ian."

"You're welcome." Ian led Sean to the table and bid him lie down. "You might want to take your boxers off, just in case..."

The blond blushed, but Ian had a point. Think pleasure, not gay. His cock twitched happily.

A few minutes later, Sean groaned contentedly. The light fragrance of the massage oil and Ian's skilled fingers digging into his muscles – definitely pleasure!

Ian was equally satisfied. His student was much less tense than only a few days ago. However, he suspected that this would change when the lesson began. Well, he'd find out soon enough.

When Ian's hands moved downward, Sean remembered the first massage he had received from Ian, his hard-on from being pressed into the padded table, and his shock at the discovery that Ian knew. All this seemed eons ago. Now, he enjoyed the rhythmic pressure and smiled in curious anticipation of how Ian planned to pleasure him today.

Sean did not have to wait long to find out. He let out a surprised growl when clever fingers delved into his cleft. "What the –?" Sitting up, he snarled, "You're not going to stick your finger in my arse!"

Chuckling, Ian asked him, "Why not?"

The blond thought he hadn't heard right. "Why not? Because... I'm not fucking gay!"

Ian shook his head. "Sean, I promise that it won't hurt you to try it."

"I know bloody well that it doesn't hurt! I had a bloody prostate exam a few years ago." The blond continued in a calmer tone of voice after his rant. "Look, it's probably different with you guys, but I know what it feels like to have my prostate touched, and it simply doesn't turn me on, okay?"

"There's a big difference between the touch of a doctor and that of a lover!"

A lover! Sean shuddered, but he couldn't deny that Ian was probably right. "It's still... disgusting."

Puzzled, Ian asked him, "Why do you think that?"

"Well..." Sean hemmed and hawed. "It's supposed to be an, er, exit, not an entrance, if you get my meaning..."

"How much do you know about anatomy? I recommend you to ask Hugo for the details, but the rectum is normally clean." He smiled. "Clean enough even to put one's tongue in."

Sean shuddered. How could it ever have occurred to him that he might enjoy Ian's next lesson?

The older man continued. "I can wear a rubber glove if that makes it easier for you." The glove would also allow Sean to distance himself from the experience, but for now Ian would concede. "If it doesn't hurt and you don't think you'll feel anything from it, what are you afraid of?"

Hearing the determination in the older Brit's voice, Sean bit his lip. He'd be uncomfortable, but giving in should get Ian off his neck. Taking a deep breath, he made a quick decision. "Right, if that makes you happy. But this is the only time I'll ever agree to it, okay?"

Ian had his doubts about the last statement, but he accepted the blond's condition with a nod.

Deciding to get this over with as fast as possible, Sean asked, "So, how do you want me?"

Feeling his cock leap at this obviously involuntary innuendo, Ian suppressed a gasp and pointed at the massage table. "Just as you were before."

This time, Sean did not relax into the older man's touch. He was suddenly overcome by doubts. Maybe he should have fought more? Belatedly, he remembered what Karl's finger had felt like on his entrance and he let out a moan. This wasn't going as he had imagined!

Ian reacted immediately and let his hands roam lower. He also recalled Sean's earlier reaction to Karl's hand and was aware of the blond's need, regardless of his denial. Expecting Sean's tension to increase despite his arousal, the older man knew that his task would be easier if he succeeded in creating a suitable distraction

Smiling to himself, Ian concentrated on Sean's lower back and pressed him into the table. When he felt the blond respond, he gently nudged Sean's legs apart and began to extend his massage to the younger man's thighs.

Gradually, Sean felt himself relax a little. Ian's hands on his buttocks – no, not his arse! – felt fantastic, and when the clever fingers wandered from his legs to gently caress his balls he did not complain. He even gave a contented sigh as Ian began to softly massage that sensitive spot behind his sac.

Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad after all. Let the old guy indulge himself by sticking a finger up his arse. Afterwards, Ian would certainly get him off in a pleasant way. Judging from his previous experiences with the other Brit, this would most likely outweigh a little discomfort.

Reading Sean's signals, Ian continued to caress the blond's balls, while his other hand glided playfully along his cleft.

Sean forced himself to relax and tried to concentrate on the warm feeling spreading from his bollocks. Just get this over with fast!

Ian, however, took his time, first drizzling oil between the blond's firm cheeks and then lightly fingering him.

When the older man's finger brushed over the small, dusky pucker, Sean held his breath. Come on, do it, what are you waiting for?

"Are you sure?" Ian addressed the blond with a scrutinising look.

Had he actually said it aloud? Sean swallowed, then nodded. "Yes." Best be done with it.

Quickly applying even more oil, Ian tapped Sean's opening with his index finger and felt it quiver against him. Oh, yes, his student was a natural. Never stopping the massage of Sean's perineum, he very gently slipped the tip of his finger inside the tiny hole.

Sean gasped when he was breached. Gods, that felt good! Not at all like the prostate exam he remembered. His hole fluttered around Ian's finger, and he was silently begging the older man to push in deeper.

Feeling the blond's reaction, Ian withdrew his finger and was rewarded with a disappointed moan. He smiled in satisfaction, slicked up once more and pushed it in to the first knuckle.

Sean groaned and his breathing increased till he was close to hyperventilating. His hands fisted the blanket covering the table and he pressed back against Ian's hand.

Not surprised at Sean's response, Ian began to slowly fuck him, moving a little further with each gentle thrust. He briefly considered adding a second finger, but decided against it. Sean was very tight and tense; a second finger would only cause discomfort at this time.

Grinding his hips against the table, Sean tried to convince himself that his arousal was caused by the friction on his cock. He perceived Ian's exploring finger as huge; he felt full, but it was a disturbingly good replete fullness. He moaned again as Ian probed yet a little deeper.

His long, slender index finger buried almost to the hilt in Sean's tight hole, Ian knew that the moment of truth was near. He curled his finger and aimed for ground zero.

A jolt of liquid, fiery pleasure zinged through his body; Sean screamed and jerked. "FUCK!" Panting hard, he tried to stop shaking. "Gods, whatever that was, do it again! Please?!"

Ian hurried to fulfil the blond's request and firmly pressed the spongy gland again, prodding and rubbing at it rhythmically.

Sean yelled out, taken again unawares by the shock wave coursing through him. The next stab at his hidden spot sent him over the edge with a loud scream. His throbbing hole clenched violently around Ian's finger as his balls emptied their load with an almost excruciating force. He felt engulfed in a flash of white, searing heat, and then – nothing.

****

Sean's heart beat madly and he felt a tear trickling down his cheek before a gentle finger brushed it away. Ian. He choked out, "I'm not gay!"

Hearing the pain in the younger man's voice, Ian continued to stroke his cheek soothingly. No need to contradict the understandable delusion. "Het men also enjoy this."

"Do they? Why have I never heard that before, then?" Sean's tone of voice was desperate. "I AM a het man, after all!"

Ian sighed. He had expected a homophobic reaction sooner or later, but that did not make it easier. "Sean, how many men – het or gay – have you asked if they like their prostate being played with?"

Forcing himself to think rationally, Sean winced. Of course, Ian was right; this was not a topic for conversation – at least not in the outside world!

Feeling his student calm down, Ian also relaxed. It appeared that the crisis was averted. He knew that he'd have to deal with this problem again sooner or later, but he decided that now was not the best time. Let Sean sleep on the experience and come to terms with it first, at least with the physical side of it.

His mind made up, Ian suggested, "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Would you prefer to eat here and not join the others?"

Sean hesitated. Although he dreaded meeting the other – gay! – men right now, their presence would make it easier for him to settle. It was like acting, really, he was simply playing a role...

"Thank you, but I'd like to come, uh, after cleaning up, that is..."

"Sure." Ian showed him a small bathroom with a bidet and handed him a towel and his silk boxers. "I'll wait for you."

After Sean had washed off the sticky mess, the two men had walked to the dining hall. The blond was quiet, and appeared to be more at ease now. Nevertheless, Ian planned to get him out of the hall before the usual fun began.

Sean did not last long. After drinking two glasses of the Sheik's sweet wine, his head sagged against his chest. Ian nodded at Eric, who gathered the blond gently into his arms and carried him to bed.

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