~*~*~*~*~*~*~A Mole Goes Down~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Prince Mohammed Abdullah Farouk Hussein Ali was the eldest son and direct decent of the Mohammed Ali Pasha Dynasty that ruled over Egypt from 1808 until 1848. Throughout the generations Abdullah's family retained its monarchal titles, and at his birth his father held him high in the air and prayed to Allah that this will be the son that would lead their people. Now at fifty-three Abdullah felt he was finally on the verge of recognizing his, and his family's, lifelong dream - to unify all Arab nations under one rule and establishing the first modern day Arab Monarchy with him as king of all the Arab people throughout the world.
Throughout his life Abdullah considered himself a moral man. He spent the first part of his life obeying and following the laws of Islam to the point that he felt he might be better suited to a life as imam khatib, an Islamic teacher and spiritual leader but he knew that he was above that. Deep in his heart he knew Allah put him on this earth for a higher calling.
He knew what his responsibilities were as the first born son of his generation and accepted them with the honor befitting his title of Prince. He was betrothed at age four and married his first wife at sixteen and in each successive year he took his second, third and fourth wife.
By the time he was thirty he had ten sons and by the time he was forty he had twenty-two sons. There were a few daughters in the mix as well, but he never saw them or bothered to acknowledge their existence. To him the girls were bartering tools, to be wed off in business deals or to the highest bidders. It was the sons, especially the first born, that Allah shined down on and coveted.
To all outward appearances Prince Abdullah was a shining example of a devout Muslim who exemplified the idyllic person that could unify and lead his people. There was, however, another side to Abdullah, the side which only a few trusted people knew. The man who loved Allah with an open passion also went against his written word by enjoying the comforts of other men.
He was in his mid twenties the summer that he and Al, a lifelong friend, discovered the enjoyment that only another man could provide. Neither of them knew what made that summer different. Perhaps it was the compared realization that neither of them were getting the passion they each felt they deserved from their marriages or maybe it was just that the moon and sun had aligned perfectly allowing them to let their guard down.
Al's wife never traveled with her husband. Their marriage was marriage in name only and they mated for the purpose of having children alone, of which she had given him two sons. Their families, like most upper crust Muslim families betrothed them before they were even out of diapers and like Abdullah they were married in late teens.
Abdullah's wives, all heavy with pregnancies, didn't join them that summer. Abdullah didn't mind not having his family with him. Other than his obligation to procreate, he rarely spent time with his wives. His tolerance for his children, other than his first born son, was limited to an occasional visit. It was the woman's responsibility to raise the children. He had done his part by bedding the women and planting his seed.
Al and Lolly, the nickname Al had given Abdullah years earlier, had spent the evening gambling and smoking hashish with a group of their friends from their university days. They stumbled back to Lolly's room well after four in the morning and fell across the bed like in their school boy days.
"That was fun. It's nice to shirk being an adult sometimes." Lolly panted still laughing from the effect of the smoke.
"Yes...I know. I plan on being the youngest General our military has ever had. I have to be so abiding to everyone that it's nice to just let loose every now and then." Al said rolling on his side and staring at Lolly.
Al had known from the day he and Lolly became roommates at the exclusive private school they had attended as young boys that he had feelings for Lolly that he wasn't supposed to have. For all the years they were together he kept them well hidden but suddenly, laying on the bed next to him he suddenly realized that he couldn't hide them anymore.
"Do you feel it?" Lolly asked a moment later still caught in Al's gaze. Silently Al nodded. "Do you want...to?" Lolly had also fought the urges to experience a man for too long but now here was the man he trusted more than anyone on this earth starring at him hopefully thinking the same thing. Again, silently Al nodded as he moved closer to Lolly.
Al cupped Lolly's head between his large hands and drew him closer to him. Lolly's body seemed to sag against his, finding solace and relaxation for the first time in his life. Leaning into him, Al kissed Lolly's lips softly waiting for a beat for Lolly to open his mouth to him. When he did they shared their first man-kiss with a deep, heart pounding moan that seemed to echo around the room.
It was the first time Lolly had ever kissed anyone.
He had never kissed anyone of his wives. They were simply instruments to him. He fucked them to get them have pregnant. He neither loved them nor loathed them. He had it down to a science with a team of advisers that told him when his wives were most fertile. From there he simply went to their bedroom, lifted their nightgowns just far enough to expose their womanhood and would enter them until he reached orgasm. It was always the same for him, he never deviated, never stopped to speak with them and never once bothered to ask them how they were, if they needed anything or were they happy. He simply didn't care.
Once they became pregnant he never went to their bed again until three months after the child was born and he would begin the process over again. His obligation to them would last until they could no longer conceive at which time he would no longer put himself through the indignity of bedding them again.
"Oh yes," he moaned into Al's mouth, "more...please I want more of this."
Their hands began the exploration of each other, touched and taking piece after piece of clothing from each other until they were naked. Facing each other, on their knees on the bed, chest to chest, cock to cock they wrapped their arms around each other and held their shaking bodies.
