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End of Part 9
They sat for a long time watching the fire and cuddling. As the last embers died down the judge whispered, "it's time for me to get you into bed."
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The judge took Dexter by the hand and led him into the bedroom. In the semi-darkness both disrobed and got under the covers. The judge had been right, the temperature outside had cooled down and they snuggled up under the covers. Their bodies touching, the judge reached over and kissed Dexter's lips.
"I just wanted you to know that it's been a wonderful day. If I were only fifteen years younger," Yethro moaned. "I would really make love to you!"
"You should stop thinking about your age. You are a man at the top of his prime. You are doing very well. I could not have wanted a better lover and your age is not a problem for me. Thank God you're not fifteen years younger, if you were, I would be too young for you," Dexter laughed. "I would be only about six years old!
"Ahhh haaa but surely you must know that as a Bedouin it would not have been unusual for me to have had sex with you at that tender age. Maybe, and I say that just maybe, I would not have entered you at that time. However, I could and would have done lots of other things to you in order to prepare you for your deflowering at a later date," the judge whispered. "Say when you were perhaps seven or eight."
"You must be joking! I don't believe that. You dirty, lecherous old desert fox! I should spank and punish you for those perverted thoughts."
"Perverted thoughts? Oh so, I'm the pervert now? You lustful young ingrate! I was watching you in my court! You and those big blue eyes of yours, flirting with me and then outrageously using that sexy, light skinned body of yours to entice and corrupt this honored jurist into a life of lust and depravity. Spank me! Hell no! You're the one who should be spanked! Calling me a pervert.... No one calls me names and gets away with it. Over! Over on your belly! Take your just punishment." Yethro demanded as he pulled Dexter over onto his belly and grabbed his ass and playfully squeeeeezed it. "I love that ass of yours, but it is still too white for my taste. It needs to have more color in it." Splat, spank his hand went as it smacked down on the hard globes as Dexter faked crying sobs.
"Ouch, you hurt me! Now kiss it and make it better," taunted Dexter.
"I'll make it better," the judge said as he leaned over and kissed the mounds of flesh and then nibbled on the succulent flesh. He next used his tongue to lap around the exposed anal passage. Placing his lips over the ring he blew hot air around the rosebud and then slid his tongue in ever decreasing circles until the tongue tip rested on the foyer of the love canal.
"Oh God! That feels so fantastic. Yes, hell yes! Slide that hot tongue inside me. Shit! Uhh, OHHHHHH! That's it, you perverted son of the desert. Oh yeah, cram it all the way up my ass. I want it all." He moaned as his bullish, young balls slapped against the judge's chin as he rocked back and forth trying to fuck his ass on the judge's tongue.
The younger man moaned and groaned without restraint as the older man slid his probing tongue in and out of the passageway to the humid rectum. Dexter's tender love chute quickly became slick and relaxed. Feeling this Yethro removed his tongue and slid first one, then two fingers deep into Dexter's twitching butt hole.
"Oh yeahhhh Fuck me!" He cried out. "I want to feel your big Bedouin cock rampaging and pillaging inside me."
The judge pulled his fingers out of Dexter's ass and eased the head of his dick between the cheeks of the younger man's yawning buttocks. As he pushed in, Dexter closed the rim of his asshole snugly around the judge's cock like a silky glove. The sensual heat radiating from his moist love hole subjected the apex of the judge's organ to a pleasure that cannot be put into words. Inward and forward he pushed and probed until his big, hairy balls slapped against Dexter's pods. Dexter howled with both agony and lust as Yethro thrust all the way into his welcoming man cunt.
"Oh fuck, it hurts!" He cried as his thighs trembled and as he felt Yethro encase his slender waist with his hairy arms and hold him against the savage thrusts of his rutting cock. In and out. Out and in. At first slowly, savoring the hot moist inviting silky love canal. Then picking up speed he drove faster and faster as Dexter's handsome face became contorted with savage passion. Yes, it was savage it was even brutal. You could say it was even ruthless, but somehow it was also tender. Dexter found himself confused - God knows this was not his first sexual encounter. After all, he was a professional and not unused to large cocks, small cocks, all kinds of cocks, and also rough sex. For the most part all his customers used force as a means of 'conquering' him. Most if not all his clients had the desire to prove their manhood and their ability to subdue him. And when he asked Sultan about this common tendency among his clients, Sultan laughed and told him that to his customers, Dexter was a white Christian and fucking his ass was pay back for the crusades. Dexter at the time had thought this was silly until the brothel owner explained it all by way of a history lesson. After defeating the crusaders, the Arabs had gathered vast armies and had in retaliation invaded and occupied most of North Africa and Europe. They had finally been stopped at the gates of Vienna and slowly been pushed back. The Arab hoards had been humiliated and pushed out of most of Europe and the European countries had taken over most of North Africa. Islam had been on the decline ever since. Now that Islam was again on the rise, the infidel Christians would be made to pay in blood.
But the judge's actions had nothing to do with force or power or conquest. This was not a power thing. It was as if a dam broke and instead of water overflowing to drown him, it was love. And it was beyond control and engulfing him. Everything was past control. While Sultan had taught him to yell and scream, this was not rehearsed. It was not play-acting. He had never felt this way and his lustful crooning and groaning was sweet music to the both of their ears. At this point the judge slowed down and began humping Dexter's ass slowly, rhythmically, one could even say musically. Yethro's body became the grand maestro conducting a great symphony orchestra using his cock as a baton. And to the maestro, Dexter was a melodic rhapsody to be savored. At last --- at long last he had found someone --- someone to make love with and that someone was returning his love - in his mind he could hear and feel the rising and falling crescendos, as note after sweet note, thrust after thrust, build and build like the hypnotic and rhythmic melody of Ravel's Boléro.
