Into Another World - Sean's Story 24

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 24

Posted: November 9, 2007
Title: Into Another World - Sean's Story
Author: Ian Howe

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"You want to fuck me up the arse!" Sean exclaimed accusingly.

Karl chuckled. "Who wouldn't want to?"

Ian grinned. It could have gone worse. When he'd fetched Sean for a short meeting with the Sheik, the blond had been mellow from his reunion with Christian. The tangy, musky smell of sex in the guest quarters had almost ruined the valide's composure, and he hoped that Karl would be as needy as he after this little talk.

Sean glared at the Sheik and Karl continued more seriously. "Sean, I do want you, but once again I promise you that I won't act on my desire before you're ready for me."

Wondering if Sean could imagine the depth of Karl's feelings, Ian kept watching the two men. He had to suppress a chuckle himself. Sean's hackles were up now and he attacked the Sheik like a young rooster fighting a rival.

Still heated, Sean replied, "Hell will freeze over before that'll happen!"

Locking his eyes with those of his opponent, Karl said evenly, "Then so be it. You have my word on it. In exchange I want your word that you'll stop fighting me. I've offered you my house and you agreed that you'd return here on my terms. That means you are a slave in my harem by your own choice."

Sean's jaw dropped and Karl raised his hands. "I will never force you to do things you really don't want, but I expect you to be more open-minded from now on." He smiled. "I'm pleased that you've accepted your feelings for Christian. You've made a lot of progress and I'm very happy for you."

Seeing the all-too-well-known blush spread on the blond's cheeks, the Sheik's smile grew even wider. "Ian would probably tell you to stop worrying and enjoy life instead." He nodded at the older Brit. "Why don't you give it a try? Relax and allow yourself to find out what a great opportunity you're offered?"

Sean bit his lip. He knew that Karl had a point, but... "What if I want to leave? And what about Christian?"

Smiling sadly, Karl said, "If you decide to leave again it will be for the last time. If Christian is ready to leave and he wants to go with you, he'll be allowed to."

The Sheik lowered his voice. "Please don't do anything rash, Sean."

"I... I want to stay with Christian and I'll behave. You have my word," Sean promised solemnly.

Karl smiled, his relief clearly visible. "Then I suggest you return to him now?"

Sean perked up like an eager puppy. Ian gestured at the door and the blond left the office with a happy smile on his face.

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On his way back to their private quarters, Sean mulled over the Sheik's words again. It looked as if they had to stay here until Christian was ready to leave. Sean didn't doubt that his lover would come with him, but he knew it could still be a long time until that happened.

Sean realised that he didn't know Christian very well. He was aware that his lover had a strange desire to be hurt. In addition, although Christian was often, well, taken by one of the others, Sean hadn't seen him in the active role yet. Somehow he doubted that was a coincidence. He couldn't understand it, even less so after having made love to Christian, but apparently the younger man disliked being on top.

He shook his head and sighed. They'd have to speak about these things. Sean was totally inexperienced with male-male sex, and he feared that his lack of knowledge might lead to misunderstandings. Also, he really wanted to understand Christian.

Reaching the Sheik's guest quarters, Sean wondered how he could address these issues best. However, all the worries evaporated from his mind when he stepped inside and was greeted by Christian's blissful smile.

"Sean! Can you believe that I was already starting to miss you?" Christian giggled happily.

Sean's heart was about to burst with happiness. He wrapped his arms around his lover and lost himself in the smell and taste and warmth that was Christian.

*****

Karl looked at the door after Sean had left and took a deep breath. "How could anyone not want to conquer such passion? Christian is one lucky boy. Tell me, old man, how did you manage to not jump Sean? Wasn't the air in the guest quarters thick with sweat and pheromones?"

Chuckling, Ian adjusted his pants. "Let me phrase it this way, seeing how flustered you are from just seeing Sean: you wouldn't have stood a chance in that room."

Groaning, Karl threw his head back. "Is it that obvious?"

"I've known you for a long time, dear child." Seeing the Sheik frown, Ian added, "I don't think Sean noticed, though."

"Will he adjust, Ian? I'm risking a lot here. You know that I'm also responsible for Christian, and I'm not even talking about the other issue." Karl rubbed his forehead.

"Sean will never hurt Christian," Ian said, "and that might become a problem. You know what I mean. It won't be easy, but we'll be there for them." He went over to Karl's desk and began to gently massage his lord's temples. "What did you say earlier? 'Ian would probably tell you to stop worrying and enjoy life instead.' Leave the worries to me for now and let me help you enjoy life?"

Karl extended a hand and felt softly down the older man's groin. "I think that's a very good idea," he chuckled.

"Oh, absolutely." Ian's hands moved down and undid Karl's robe, revealing the muscular chest with two stiff nipples peeking out of the dark fur. "I take it that you have supplies in your office?"

Opening a drawer, the Sheik withdrew a bottle with oil, which he handed to his valide.

"Good boy," Ian approved. While Karl had been looking for the lubricant, the Brit had undressed and now stood with his erection jutting out proudly.

A shudder of desire ran through the Sheik at seeing Ian in his naked glory. He'd never understood why so many gay men exclusively worshipped youth. In Karl's eyes, the older man was one of the most erotic sights he'd ever laid his eyes upon.

Karl licked his lips. "May I?" He sounded almost shy, but the longing look he cast at Ian's cock was predatory.

Willing himself to breathe calmly, Ian nodded. "You know that you're always welcome."

Karl on his knees was a rare sight. Ian was probably the only person in the world to whom the Sheik would have submitted, although the older man had never asked him to. Kneeling down in front of Ian was a sign of the tremendous respect and trust Karl felt for him.

Stroking the Sheik's cheek tenderly, Ian murmured, "You're so beautiful, my little prince."

If anything could have motivated Karl more, it was the old endearment. He smiled and gave Ian's cock a soft lick. Aware that he wasn't very well-versed in giving head – an unseemly occupation for a Sheik of the realm – he made up his lack of skill with enthusiasm.

Ian sighed contentedly when the soft lips wrapped around him. The warm and wet cavity of Karl's mouth felt wonderful on his engorged cock.

Sucking softly on his mentor's erection, Karl mused once again that he enjoyed doing this for Ian very much. This was the man who'd been his first, who'd given him the initiation to male sex and opened him to the unspeakable pleasures.

Of course, the Sheik had also had a female teacher. It was his duty to conceive offspring, and he enjoyed sleeping with women, too, but it was different, less visceral. Although he'd never disappointed his female partners, he knew that he'd never gain the deep satisfaction sex with a man gave him from a woman.

Smiling, Ian began to card Karl's hair. The sight of the Sheik with his cheeks hollowed to create suction and his eyes closed in rapture never failed to move his heart. The loving treatment lavished on his cock surely made him the happiest man in the universe.

Karl felt Ian's erection harden in his mouth and a surge of blood rushed between his legs. There was no mistaking how much he wanted the older man. Regardless of having a choice of striking men in his harem, Ian was special, and he always would be. Looking up, Karl exulted in seeing the pleasure in his valide's face.

Ian's smile deepened at the Sheik's devotion. He cupped Karl's chin with his hand and nudged him to stand. "Your eyes tell me that you want something more, and never has a mouth spoken a keener invitation than yours has right now."

Gasping at the promise in Ian's words, Karl had to steady himself against the desk for his knees felt suddenly wobbly. He nodded wordlessly when the older man quickly divested him of his clothes – the pleasure beads drooling from his cock really made words unnecessary.

"Sit on your desk and spread your legs, love, so I can see your delicious hole," Ian said in a husky voice and Karl hurried to comply.

Biting his lip as he watched Ian coat his hands with the fragrant oil, Karl's breathing hitched. Soon enough he felt a probing finger on his entrance and he flexed his hips to grant better access.

Ian watched the Sheik's face closely when he pressed a finger inside the tight channel. The involuntary groan escaping from Karl went straight to his cock, and he hurried to add a second finger.

"Please, Ian," the Sheik's voice was urgent. "I want you now."

Inclining his head in acknowledgement, Ian knew that Karl could easily take him in without much further preparation. On most days he'd tease the Sheik to be patient, but today both of them were needy. He withdrew his fingers and applied a generous amount of oil to his leaking cock. "Lie back then," he instructed.

Seeing Karl immediately do so and at the same time spread his legs wider, Ian gently reached for the Sheik's heavy balls and lifted them. If the size of a man's testicles indeed indicated his manliness Karl wouldn't have much competition for the role of the alpha male. The precious glands safely out of the way, Ian lined his cock up against Karl's throbbing entrance and slid in to the hilt.

"Oh yes..." Gods, he needed this. Why didn't they do it more often? Karl rocked his hips to goad Ian into moving.

The velvety tightness of Karl's sheath around his cock made Ian pause for a moment to indulge in the heat. Then he couldn't fight the urge to thrust any longer. After withdrawing almost completely, he pushed in again with determination. There was a time for soft and slow, but he could see in the Sheik's eyes that Karl wasn't in the mood for it now, and neither was he.

Karl's head fell back and he groaned deeply. Ian's hard and fast thrusts were exactly what he needed now. If he could only make him...

Grinning at the frown on the Sheik's face, Ian adjusted his angle and aimed straight for ground zero. Karl jerked hard and Ian knew he'd scored a direct hit. The valide raised the Sheik's legs to shoulder height, then began to slam into him in earnest, always mindful to rub over Karl's prostate.

There was only the sound of Karl's grunting and the slapping of flesh on flesh. Ian estimated that the air in the office would have acquired a similar quality as that in Sean's and Christian's quarters by now.

Smelling of sweat and semen, the Sheik's hands were leaving marks on Ian's hips, and his swollen cock between their bodies was slick with their mingled sweat and his juices. Thrashing his head, Karl arched his back to build up the tension for his so desperately-needed release.

Ian felt intoxicated by the smells and the sensations. Karl was adorable when he let go of being in command, and he never failed to carry his valide away with him. Cupping Karl's arse in his hands he thrust even faster. He wouldn't last very long; already his balls were tingling and the exquisite feeling of Karl's tight heat around his shaft was beyond his endurance.

The friction on his trapped cock and the constant hammering on his prostate had driven all thoughts from his mind except one: he wanted, no, he needed to come! Karl's eyes met with Ian's and he knew he wouldn't have to wait long. A few more thrusts and he'd reach the edge. His body tensed and his breathing turned into moaning. "Ian, please..."

Karl begging for release was the last straw to Ian's control. His moves grew uncoordinated and he felt the Sheik respond immediately. Karl's sphincter began to clench and the wetness between them became even more slippery when Karl released a copious amount of thick seed with a loud grunt. Ian gave himself over to the pleasure. His body thrust and thrust until he finally spilled himself into the spasming channel.

Both men were lay still for some time, trying to regain their breath. Ian stroked Karl's face and kissed his cheek, then he withdrew his softening cock gently. He looked around for tissues, found them, and carefully wiped himself and the Sheik clean.

Raising his eyebrows, the valide addressed his Sheik in a mildly ironic voice. "I take it that you do enjoy life right now?"

Karl giggled. "You'll never fail to cause me joy, Ian." He sat up and kissed the older man's cheek, too. "That was wonderful and I feel much too good now to be worrying over things that may never come to pass."

Deeply satisfied, Ian smiled at the Sheik. His body felt warm and soft in the afterglow, and Karl looked much more at ease, too. He checked his watch.

"So, shall we see what's for dinner?"

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