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Chapter 3 (How is it going? I don’t read it back to myself. I’d probably cringe and delete the whole thing. So sorry about grammatical errors or typos.) Sami moaned in boyish glee as mark tongued his virgin Arab hole. Mark couldn’t get enough of the flavour as he feverishly dug in. Grinding his month week old stubble all over his ass. Mark was expecting Sami to complain about the rough bristle like hairs, like all other virgin recruits do. So mark was ready to counter any complaint he had with his own carefully constructed explanatory answer. Other missionaries stick to the book of answers taught at the gifting university religiously. Mark however doesn’t. He likes going rogue as much as he likes going raw. But in his defence, he literally aced the class when he took it back in America. He was as passionate about gifting as he was about breathing. So the board of missionaries/recruiters had allowed him to have some creative liberties when it came to answers, cause I mean, the numbers don’t lie. Mark is the best gifted/ recruiter they have. Numbers somewhere in the triple figures. That’s another reason why he’s out here alone, and not in a pair with a partner like the others. Mark was going to answer before Sami asked the question. This way he’d settle his nerves if he had any. “Do you like…” mark answer was cut off by Sami’s guttural moan as he wrapped his legs around marks head and rode his face/beard as hard as he could. Sami learnt how to ride a horse when he was a child. The rare occasion he was left alone with the horses he’s thought it would be funny to ride the horse with his pants off. Bareback riding a stallion. The back and forth motion as he rode the stud coupled with the short hairs of its coat had given Sami an amazing sensation as it rubbed on his pre-pubescent nether region. That’s what riding Marks face felt like and he couldn’t get enough. He wanted to have that same feeling. Not just on the surface of his ass. But in his ass too. So he tried to grind harder. As if, grinding harder would allow marks face to bypass his skin to go deeper. To his satisfaction. He did get what he wanted. As he released mark from his prison like legs and allowed him to come out from underneath him, he could see on the tips of the hair on marks beard glistening spots of liquid. Mark went to kiss Sami. Which he accepted. His first ever kiss and it was with a White Man whose a lot older than him. He’s always thought that his first kiss would be to a woman his age who his parents had carefully selected on their wedding night. Mark teased Sami’s closed pouting lips with his tongue. Sami had no idea what to do so he kept his lips shut. Again he tried licking Sami’s lips. This time pushing in a little. Fighting to gain access to the small Egyptian boys mouth. Sami tried to ask Mark what he was supposed to do with it. But the moment he opened his lips, Marks hungry tongue invaded his mouth, bringing with it a whole bunch of ass flavoured saliva. Sami’s ass, in fact. In Sami’s mouth the two tongues were getting a feel for each other, sussing each other out. As if opponents who found themselves in a one on one on the battle field. Sami chuckled. He went to grab Marks hand in his and held it so that his 4 fingers were locked with marks 4 fingers and their thumbs out stretched. Mark got the hint. Then Mark got the Hint’s Hint. Sami wanted to play that game with their tongues. Mark nodded. And in their heads together they chanted. “ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, I declare a tongue war.” And their tongues went at it. A duel of tongues in Sami’s mouth which then migrated to Marks. And back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. With each migration came with it a wave of saliva. Moving in and out like the tide. Surprisingly Sami had won that game. Small, nimble and the energy of a child; He’d out played mark, whose tongue was out of stamina and exhausted. Sami’s tongue lay on marks. Pinning it down. He then started stroking the pinned tongue with his own. And like a stimulated cock Marks tongue was again hard and rejuvenated. And this time they went for a dance instead of a duel. The saliva that had been growing had now filled both of their mouths as they kissed. Cheeks bulging out to contain it. Their tongues however still danced. Like twins playing in their mothers womb. When it started to hurt, that’s when the dance was over. Both of them swallowed the half of the saliva that was in their mouths. And broke out of the kids. Mark was sweating. “Best kiss ever!!!.” Mark shouted like those teenage girls, he’d seen on the streets. But he meant it. He’s never kissed like that before. His cock throbbed and when he made a grab to stoke it he noticed that his foreskin was completely filled with either pre-cum or cum. Whatever it was it was not translucent but opaque. Kind of like cum. Had he cum from just a kiss. He’s heard of incles that cum just from a touch or a kiss. But that was a Reddit myth. Mark used his index finger and thumb to grab at the liquid and Brant it towards Sami’s face. An unbroken string of pre-cum/cum made its way from his cock head towards Sami’s waiting mouth. Tongue out waiting to be coated with the virulent liquid. Once it touched his tongue, he paused. For a second, analysing the taste before he slurped up the rest. And like that one scene from the fox and the hound, he kept going until he was at the source of that liquid. And he opened his mouth to accept marks engrossed member. His tongue getting stuck in the foreskin and lightly circling around the cock head. Causing mark to jerk in sensitivity. Another spurt of the pre-cum made its way to the top of his cock head. He was about to cum. He didn’t want to cum. He’s had a rule that he only cums inside a hole. Preferably bloody. Increases his chances. So he yanked a confused Sami off of his cock and had him face to face. Looking into his eyes. They were both high as fuck. Sami then seeing the wetness of marks beard went forward to lick it off. “Weird” he thought. This doesn’t taste like the other liquids. He had a metallic taste in his mouth. Mark seeing this touched his beard and stuck the finger in his mouth also noting the metallic taste to which he laughed. “Turn around. Let me see your ass.” Marks gruff voice commanded Sami who promptly turned and stuck his virgin ass outwards. Mark took a good look. “So that’s where the blood came from.” Mark said to himself. The rough stubble of his beard had worked like sandpaper when Sami went horse-riding on his face. He Uber up his finger with his Pre-cum and rubbed it around the ring of Sami’s ass. Making sure to get some in the still red welt like wounds on it. He took another finger full of pre-cum and then cupped his hands under his own ass and pushed out a glob of toxic Cum from the morning prayer and probed Sami’s hole. Man this was driving Mark crazy. What was happening. Before he could get the finger fully into Sami’s ass. The timer for 3 hours went. And with it he could hear banging on the front door. “Not good.” Mark said. “Get dressed. We’ll carry on another time.” He said to Sami. Who hurriedly got dressed. Mark threw him a wet towel which he used to make himself as presentable as he could. Mark reached into a drawer and pulled out a binder, a pre-medical test/ questionnaire. Must of been a hundred pages of questions. This one was pre-filled and pre-marked and scored a 99%. He handed it to Sami. “If anyone asks what you were doing for the past 3 hours, Show them this.” he grinned at the teenage boy. An evil glint flashed in Marks eyes for a second as he had a lightbulb idea. “Come, underneath my desk.” Sami tried to complain but he knew it was futile so he complied. He went underneath and, he came eye to eye with Marks still engorged penis. He started sucking on it when he heard an audible click, and then the door handle turning. Then he heard 6 feet walk across the wooden flooring towards the desk. He was shocked. He tried to get his mouth off of Marks cock but mark held him there with one hand. While he was jotting down something else with the other. “Where the fuck is Sami, you white pervert monster.” His eldest cousin shouted. Sami was shaking whilst sucking on Marks cock. Mark forced the whole length of his cock down Sami’s throat. All 9.5 inches of it. The vibration of Sami’s head on his cock too much for mark to handle thickened up and with a pump of his balls, the first shot of cum, was like a javelin thrown out of his cock. The pressure it had hit the back of Sami’s throat with had moved Sami halfway up marks cock. The second and third shot had also come out like a 100m sprinter pushing off to start. And with those three shots Sami was pushed off marks cock. His mouth completely full of cum, Sami tried to quietly swallow. As not to be found out. At least mark had helped him out with the sound. As he was expected to speak an answer to Sami’s cousin. “I swear to god I will kill you right now if you don’t answer my question. Where is Sami.” Sami’s cousin said repeatedly. “Sami….. unfghh…. Left….unghhs… a while…. Ugfhsn… ago through the…. Unghh… back door. When he finished….. (breath in) test.” Mar said managing to get a couple words in between each spurt of cum. “I’m surprised you didn’t see him.” He added this time a bit more composed. “you better not be lying, white devil.” The cousin said before running out the back door, followed in tow by the two other cousins. When they were gone mark reached down under the desk and pulled out a fully glazed Sami. His brown skin shining gold in the light of the setting sun… He laughed a hearty laugh which Sami joined in with. A few of the drops flying off his face. Caught by mark who then began scraping the cum from his face and feeding it to Sami who greedily devoured it. He’d then cleaned him with his tongue. Like a newborn kitten getting a tongue bath by its mother. “Here let daddy give his cub a tongue bath.” Mark cooed. Once clean, he had Sami dot down his address and the he sent Sami on his way.

Sorry it’s short. I wrote it on the toilet. Btw, I’ve got ADHD so I’m probably gonna forget to write. Chapter 2 Ripe ass… “I think that’s my new favourite fruit.” Sami thought aloud as he tongued like his life depended on it. This earned him a chuckle and a fart at the same time from mark. You know when your anal ring relaxes as your lungs expel air to laugh. Sami took a moment. Shock. That he just had another man fart in his mouth. He savoured, the flavour and the texture. A bit eggy. But not eggy eggy. Just the whites of the egg still uncooked. What he was tasting was the morning prayer that mark and his colleagues also known as his DNA brothers partake in before setting out on their recruiting. When in Egypt do as the Egyptians do. Wake up early… just before sunrise. Take part in a sort of ablution. Using water or beer or chem piss that they’ve drank the previous night. There was dedicated piss taps for this. Anyway once ablutions were done. They’d stand in rows and start praying. There were windows to the outside world. But all they could see is the top half of all of these white men praying. The locals had thought that they’ve converted these American missionaries. This is how they got the trust of the Muslim Egyptians. What they didn’t know was the absolute debauchery going on in the lower half. As one row went down in prostration. They’d sit their ass down on a dedicated RIM PIG who’d get them nice and wet for the row behind them who’d impale themselves into the freshly rimmed hole. They’d go on like this until each hole was filled. Mark called it recharging their batteries for the day ahead. After inhaling the fart and then going back to rimming hard. Sami wanted more… deeper. An eager little pig already mark thought. Sami blew some air up in mark, and mark farted again. Clever Tricks. “Yeah, this is definetly my new favourite fruit.” Sami said again. Mark thought it was an odd sentence. Probably mixed up in translation so he’d asked why. “Because I want to have this at least five times a day.” Sami said with a mischievous toothy grin as he looked up at mark. Through his big muscular slightly tanned thighs. His gaze then went a bit lower and he’s finally seen the back room. It was a mind fuck. What he saw was a bed/ more like a Bedouins set up in the desert. You know them ones where there furniture all around and the tea set in the middle. Instead of a tea set. There was a T set. What he saw in the middle looked more like a a glass radiator. With water in each of the tubes. The radiator looked like it snake all around the room. Fuck this was one massive hookah bong. Sami thought. Mark noticing Sami’s intrigue ruffled his hair and told him to come inside and take a closer look. Sami followed mark over the couch and into te room. Mark then closed the door. He presses a light switch but instead of a light coming on the radiator bong came alive. A jet flame under a massive bowl at one end of the bong. With a masssive lump of Tina dissolving. As the bowl started filling up with smoke, a sort of extractor fan came on. This sucked the the smoke from the bowl and one by one it went through the chambers of the radiator. All around the room, being filtered through the water… As the smoke neared Sami and Mark. Mark handed him a hookah pipe and he took one himself . The jet flame stopped. Mark instructed Sami to take a hit. A large lungful of it. To which he did. Sami thought he’d done it wrong. Not feeling anything going into his lungs. And he looked questionably towards mark. He was contemplating saying something, for nearly 20 seconds. Mark was impressed, he never told him to keep it in. Most people exhale immediately. Sami still thinking. Whether he should complain or take another hit. And when he finally decided to say something to mark. A big cloud left his mouth. “Good kid.” Mark said as he playfully smacked his ass. “Again.” Mark said. As he himself took a hit from the radiator bong with Sami. “Let’s get fucked up…” he said after blowing out his third cloud. Mark took another hit of the bong. The chambers still very well full. But this time he was the only one taking a hit. As Sami had decided to have another go on a different pipe. The pipe between marks legs. Oozing copious amounts of pre-cum. Toxic pre-cum. He put his fingers in Sami’s mouth and made sure to scratch his gums with his nails. Sami felt discomfort, but mark shh’ed him. “Sorry, I’ve got something to sterilised it.” Mark said with a devilish smile. If Sami can get through this then he’ll be mark’s recruit. Full scholarship into their university of brothers. First a small trickle of liquid which soothed/ burnt the wound in Sami’s mouth. But it didn’t taste too bad for Sami. That’s when Sami realised that mark was going to piss in his mouth. He tried to back away. But he’s only backed into the side of the bed. “It’s alright, lucky for you it’s not that chemmy. Be a good little brown boi and drink this white mans piss.” Mark cooed at Sami. But Sami was still hesitant. “Maybe he’s not the one.” Mark thought. But he changed to another tactic. It had to work as he won’t be able to hold his stream for much longer. “Have you ever had beer?” Mark asked Sami. “It’s Haram.” Sami said as he shook his head no. “Would you like to?” Mark asked again. Sami nodded. Not saying a word. Alcohol on TV had always made him think. How can someone drink what looks like watt and go crazy. “Okay, well you can drink from me. It’s recycled beer.” Mark said. The hesitation had left Sami’s face and he latched himself on the white mans cock. As the stream began. Sami’s face twisted. “And recycled chem piss.” Mark added under his breath. But nevertheless Sami gulped and gulped and gulped and gulped and gulped. Until there was nothing left to gulp at. Sami unlatched. Like a baby done feeding from it’s mothers teat. And sat back stretched out and a wall shaking burp had come out of him. Unbeffiting of a boy with his stature. Mark handed him the hookah pipe and told him to get inhale some more. What Sami didn’t know was that mark had taken a video of him drinking his piss like champ. No drops left behind. And he’d sent that to his bosses boss. With the caption. “I’ve found mine.” Sami started inhaling and like a kid his age, he’d made a game out of it. How far can he clear the radiator chambers. So he inhaled and inhaled and exhaled and exhaled. The room was filling up with smoke as he let out cloud after cloud. “Slow down kiddo.” Mark said as he joined Sami on the bed which broke Sami out of his trance like game. “Or at least wait for me.” Mark added as he started playing the game as well. They were literally hot boxing with Tina Smoke. Mark blew out a cloud onto Sami’s rigidly hard cock. Then he blew another cloud onto his taint. Going lower and lower. Kissing as he went. Then he blew another on Sami’s hole before sticking out his tongue and tasting his young companions sweaty ripe brown hole… “Delicious” Mark said to Sami. “What was I doing?” Mark thought. Normally, he’d be in his victim… I mean recruit by now, leaking those gift giving juices. “Why was he taking his time?” Sami knew why. Somewhere in Sami’s teenage body. He knew why. It’s the reason he’s been sheltered his whole life. Sami knew why. He just didn’t know it yet.

Not much in this first chapter. First time writing anything like this. Feedback greatly welcomed. Sami, 17, 5’8, 62kg, Egyptian Mark, 34, 6’3, 98kg, American I was out with my three older cousins, the first time my parents had let me outside without them. I was their only child and they really babied me. Never letting me out of their sight. I was damn near eighteen. When my cousins had begged my parents to let me go out and play football with them. And with me pleading my case they finally let me go. See, I have a gift. Some say it’s magic. But I can do anything perfectly. And my cousins needed my feet to win a football championship. The only thing I had to do was call in every hour to make sure I was okay. To get to the stadium we had to walk through the markets. The bazaar. And it being high noon in Egypt. The hottest time in the day. We were already sweating. And I was trying to keep up with my cousins when my phone alarm rang. I had to call my parents. As I dialled in the number on my phone. From the corner of my eye I could see something out of place. A white man with a newly placed stall. On it it read ~come learn about medicine. Guess correctly which medicine is which and we’ll give you a full scholarship to our one if a kind university in America~ I was intrigued. At both the opportunity and also the man. He looked different to all the men I’ve seen. Which were not a lot- being sheltered an all. He had a chizzled jaw coated in a matte brown beard. A pronounced Adam’s apple the bulged out of his throat. A bead of sweat gathering at the edge as it dropped I followed it with my eyes. First it passed his muscular chest, his nipples protruded like they must have been deformed, it passed his stomach, the abs showing up defined under his navy blue T-shirt, looked like it was sculpted on him. Leaving sweat stains in the shape of his abs. Until that bead of sweat landed on his other bulge. The one in his pants. My god it was massive. His bulge twitched as if it felt that bead land on it, until I looked up and he was staring at me. I was broken out of this trance by the voice from my phone. Oh shit it was my mum. I’d forgotten I had pressed dial. “Sami, Sami. Answer me now. Or I am coming to get you. Sami.” My mother yelled down the phone. I checked the time and it read 1:46. I was on the phone for nearly 2 minutes. So that means I was checking out that man for that long also. I was embarrassed. “Hi mum. I’m alright. We are just reaching the stadium now.” I have no idea why I lied to her. I never lied to her before. “Alright, phew!” My mum sighed “hope you are safe. Remember to call me every hour.” But before she could hang up I quickly got her attention. “Mum, you know you always said you wanted me to become a doctor.” I said to jog her memory “Yes.” She replied “you will be a doctor.” She said almost too aggressively to which I rolled my eyes. “What if I studied in America?” I said not knowing why. “That’d be great. But you know we can’t afford it. Sorry Sami.” She said meekly. “Ok, by the way mum, the stadium said we have to give in our phones so nothing can be recorded. I don’t think I can call you for the next three hours.” I lied again. Boy was I on a roll. “Ok, stick with your cousins. They’ll keep you safe.” I hung up as I made my way to that white mans stall… My cousins stopped to see where I was going and they called out to me. “Sami, where are you going?” They’d asked as they ran up to me. “I want to try this game to become a doctor.” I replied. They took a look at the stall, their faces turning ugly as they saw the man. “Don’t trust him. He’s not one of us.” They’d said. But I was having none of it. I wanted to become a doctor. Or did I want something else? Once they’d figured they can’t stop me they offered to take the test first to see if it was safe. In turns they’d go up. The man would close the curtain and make them pick. A minute after he would open the curtains and he would announce to everyone that they had failed. He’d go in and replace what was on the table then usher in the next teen. At this point all of my cousins has gone. Every time he came out he’d look at me and smile. It was my turn. From my cousins they were giving me tips. “You have to guess which powder is the medicine. Paracetamol crushed up finely. On the table there is also cinnamon powder, black pepper powder, salt and flour, how did we all fail?” My cousins complained. As I started walking in the direction of the stall, my gaze latched onto the man’s bulge. Getting closer and closer. Until I was at the foot of the three steps to get into his shop. He leaned forward. To where his bulge was nearly touching my face. I inhaled, and I could smell it. I licked my lips which he noticed. And his smile grew wider. “One second. I need to set up.” He’d said as he turned around. His ass looked amazing in those jeans. And I could swear I could see a hole where his hole must have been. He seemed to be sweating from there also. As he unlocked the door, he bent over slightly and I could see a new bead of sweat white in colour drop from that hole in his jeans. From the window in the door I could see him change the plates on the table. He changed all the coloured powders and replaced them all with white powders. Some white crystals. He then came back out and addressed the crowd. “Come in young one. Do you guys think he has the gift of medicine.” He shouted in his bazaar like voice. As I watched as his bulge danced in his pants. Like the others, I went in, he closed the curtains and he put a timer on. For 1 minute. To which he paused at 59 seconds. “What’s your name?” He said “Sami. You?” I replied “I’m Mark. Sniff a powder. If it is the right one, then you can have my gift. And become a doctor in America.” The powders all looked the same to me. I was thinking which to sniff. Paused for a second. “Do you want my gift?” He questioned me as he walked around the table. And I swear I could see that the fly of his jeans were undone. The pubes he had were thick. And at the end of it was a peachy monster. That went further into his jeans. My eyes must be playing tricks on me. I looked back at the plates. The powders and fine crystals. I needed to pick one to sniff. He then grabbed two of the plates and emptied the contents onto the other plate. He then grabbed that plate and emptied it onto the last plate closest to me. “Here! This’ll make it easier for you to choose.” I was confused. But found what he was saying true. It was easier to pick. The only one there. But a mix of everything there. Should I trust him. Go against my cousins advice. I was hesitant. When he started dividing the mound into two. A small line and a big line. He snorted the smaller line. Stepped back and whooped at the air. “See it is safe. Go ahead.” He said as he dropped back onto the couch behind him. As he grabbed at his bulge stroking it through his jeans as he looked at me lustfully. Fuck it I thought. He’s taken it so it must be safe. And I really wanted to go to America to become a doctor. So I inhaled it. Sniffed it all, all in one go. He clapped his hands as he stood up and walked towards me. I went to grab at his bulge. To which he grabbed my hand and shook his finger no. He told me to sit on the couch and wait. This time he never opened the curtain. He done up his fly, buttoned his button and looked himself in the mirror and then opened the door. “And we have a winner.” He anointed to the crowd. “He’ll no go on to the next test to see how much of a scholarship he can get.” He tried to close the door when my cousins came running up. “We always knew he had a gift. But we need to play football.” They whined. “How long is the next test going to take.” They asked mark. “Two hours - three hours max. Depends on how good he performs.” He tried closing the door again. When my eldest cousin put his foot in the door. “Let me see him. I don’t trust you.” He growled at mark. Mark had opened the door, just a little so they couldn’t see me flying on the couch. “You can come in and see… but if you do then he fails as well… no outside help allowed.” He warned. My cousin was walking up the stairs to the door just about to see me when he was pulled back by my other cousin. “I’m not going to let you ruin this for Sami. You know how much he wants it. It’s a sign, the first time he’s allowed out and he passes the test. He has a gift man. Allow him to get his gift man.” He said to which my eldest cousin backed down. “Ok. But we are staying right here outside this door.” “Fine with me.” Mark said and casually closed and locked the door. When he turned around to look at me. He’d already gotten his fly down. He had on a jockstrap. He must of had it pulled down under his balls the last time I saw his pubes and cock. His jockstrap was raunchy and stained. So that’s what I smelt at the foot of the door last time. He looked his fingers into his jeans at the waist before stopping and looking at me. “Do you want my gift?” He asked one more time. I was confused. Did he have a gift like mine also. Could I combine his gift with mine. My mind was going a hundred miles a second when his jock strapped bulge hit my mouth and nose. I took a sniff. And a lick and it was out of this world. He stepped back and asked again. “Do you want…” But before he could finish his question I replied with enthusiasm. “Yes, I want your gift, I want to learn about your medicine. I want to become a doctor.” I said with my voice getting louder with each sentence. “Good boy, test 2 passed. Test 3 is in the back room. But first here suck on my cock and see how it tastes boy.” He said as he freed his monster cock from its filthy jockstrap jail. I took his salty member into my mouth. And cause of my gift (doing everything perfect) I was able to suck him good. Suctioning his big white cock into my Egyptian mouth. Which surprised mark greatly. He leaned forward and reached behind the couch sinking in deeper into my throat until his sweaty balls were on my chin. When he found the handle camouflaged into the back wall and opened the hidden door. He started backing out of my throat. And when his eyes could se my face. He moaned as my eyes were fixed on his in lust. “Come let’s go to the other room.” He climbed over me. His ass just a few inches above my face. When I heard him say “fuck it. Eat my filthy ripe ass” And he squatted and sat on my face. My tongue already outstretched impaled his asshole tasting where that bead of white sweat had come out from.