The following FICTION contains ADULT material that is not suitable for minors and should not be read by those who are under eighteen years of age or not yet legally an adult under the laws governing the reader. It also should not be read by those who find graphic depictions of sexual encounters between members of the same or opposite sex offensive.

 

Northwest Bound                 by: Virginia Kane

 

PART SIX

Continued from Part Five.

A knock on the hotel room door broke the spell of the intimate session Jamie was having with Dan, a foreman from the camp where Jamie was to be assigned for teaching, shortly.

Jamie donned a robe while Dan quickly stuffed his shirt back into his pants. Jamie went to the door and let Louise Gladden, her mentor, lead Dan’s fellow foreman, Harry into Jamie’s suite. Harry looked at Dan with considerable disgust.

Miss Gladden spoke to Jamie. "We thought you two might be in the mood for our company. Actually, I think we should change partners. Harry seems to find you more interesting than me, Jamie. I want to go back to the lounge and talk to Dan about tomorrow’s visit to camp seven, so I’ll leave Harry her to get reacquainted with you, Jamie. He is a bit impatient. You and Dan left before he got a chance to ask for another spin around the dance floor. Wants to have his turn dancing with you, in private, without Dan around. Let’s you and me go back downstairs, Dan, so poor Harry won’t have to feel so deprived.

"Well," Dan didn’t want to leave, and was thinking of a way to stay with Harry and Jamie for a bit of ‘threesome’ fun. He saw that Harry was not in a good mood, so he answered Miss Gladden, with reluctance. "Sure, why not?" He turned to his friend, Harry and whispered. He wasn’t aware that the mirror was made of one-way glass, nor that Harry was in the suite next to Jamie’s while Jamie danced for Dan and then gave him a fantastic blowjob.

"She is something, Harry. Wait until you see her undressed. Her body matches her face to a ‘t’. It’s perfect. And her lips, wow! Can she suck cock with them! She did a slow strip dance for me that was ultra-sexy, first. Go for it, man! Ask her to do one for you. You’ll love it. Tomorrow, the two of us can spread the good news around camp, so all the guys will be eager to meet Jamie.

Says she likes to use her talents to keep the guys from forcing themselves on unwilling girls. Can you beat that? Let her show you how good she is. Then, we can compare notes later, down in the lounge. The guys are gonna love this one. She can suck a watermelon through a straw with those lips. "

Louise Gladden noted Harry’s revulsion at Dan’s irreverent remarks and decided to get Dan away before all hell broke loose. "I found the harem outfit you asked me about earlier, Jamie. I haven’t worn one for ages. This one’s still in the bag from the dress shop. You keep it. I’ll get another. Maybe Dan will buy me one. Come on big guy. Let’s leave these to alone."

After they left, Harry leered at Jamie, obviously very upset. "We were watching you though this mirror. We could hear you, too. This room is wired for sound with speakers in Miss Gladden’s room. Did you know she could spy on you in here?"

He didn’t wait for an answer. "I could hear you when you told Dan that you like to use your body to keep guys from attacking any good girls, and that malarkey you gave him about your not wanting any kids of your own. I suppose that makes you a ‘bad girl’. At least you can’t get pregnant sleeping with every guy you meet, but I’ll bet you can still get a girl pregnant, yourself. You’re just as bad as Dan. I think you’d leave a girl high and dry too, if you got her pregnant. How could you not want to have kids of your own?"

"Harry, you’re very upset. Please sit down. Let’s talk. You told me earlier that you only want to talk when you visit with us ‘special girls’, so let’s do that now. I wish I knew where to start. You’re such a nice guy, but you seem to want everyone to follow your concepts of propriety so much, that you’ll find yourself in ‘hot water’, if you insist on trying to force your morals on the other loggers. They’ll resent it and you will lose their friendship and support. Do you want that to happen?"

"No, naturally, not. Is that why more guys have been avoiding me lately? Can’t say I haven’t noticed. Dan’s one of the few guys that doesn’t and that’s because we’re both foremen, and have to do the same paperwork and crew set-up work. We have to attend meeting together, so we have to get along. I thought maybe my men were angry it was because I’ve been trying to keep our production level up. My crew keeps falling short of the other crews, so I’ve been pushing them harder to keep pace with the others."

"Maybe, they are, but I don’t know, because I haven’t seen your crew at work. I have a feeling your guys as just as good as the other loggers, but they don’t like to be criticized about things that don’t pertain to their work. Do you treat married men in your crew the same as the younger, single guys?"

"I try to, but the younger guys need more guidance. They don’t know as much. If I try to show them how to work smarter, they back off, and think I’m putting them down. I don’t have as much trouble with the married men, because they’re more experienced. Dan’s crew doesn’t do that to him. I wish I knew how to get closer to the young guys, without being obvious about it. It seems their minds aren’t on the job enough. They’re more interested in partying than getting work done right."

"Maybe, you have to relate to their attitude toward outside interests more, like Dan does. Do your men like to come into town more or less than Dan’s men?"

"All any of the younger men talk about is ‘getting laid’, Dan’s or mine. Their minds are all in the gutter. You’d think they’d have more common sense. Life to them is centered on what’s in their pants instead of what lies in the future. Is that a way to live? When I saw you in the lounge, I thought: ‘Great, another queer whore for the men to chase!’ What’s the big attraction? Sex, that’s all they think about. Even the mill has this crazy preoccupation with providing sex. I don’t get it."

"Harry! Not everyone has the same respect you have for the sanctity of sex. Take me for example. Our feelings are completely opposite, wouldn’t you say? Yet, we seem to get along, because we understand one another. At least I think we do."

"Me, too. But, you’re a gay, and I’m not and we know that. As long as you prefer men, I can understand why you would do this sort of thing. All gays do. That’s why I feel I can talk to you about it, you understand. But don’t expect me to do anything else. No offense, but I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for appearances. I’d be made a fool of, if the guys knew how I feel."

"You can’t impose your morals on everyone, Harry. They’ll get the idea that you think that you are better than they are, and shun you. I don’t think your crew’s production level problem has anything to do with the men’s work attitude. They’re young. Weren’t you a lot more preoccupied with sex when you were their age? Let them grow up and become responsible adults, normally. Even strict religious sects recognize that kids need their ‘wild years’ to sow oats.

Didn’t you have fantasies when you were young? So do they. Most young men’s fantasies are harmless; never see the light of day."

Harry was so engrossed with our avid conversation; he seemed to have forgotten about the mirror. Either that or he was intentionally ignoring it. Perhaps, he wants to recognize his problem to deal with it, and knew Miss Gladden would hear what he was revealing to me. Perhaps he wanted her and Dan to hear.

"I want to talk privately, Harry. Let’s go into the bedroom, away from the mirror."

"I’d rather not, if you have one of those ‘gizmos’ Louise has in her bedroom. The thing gives me the creeps."

"I don’t, but let’s see if Dan and Louise are in her room. I went to the mirror and knocked on it. "Louise! Tap on the mirror if you’re in there." No response. I went into the chiffonier and took out another robe and hung it over the mirror’s frame.

"There! At least they can’t see us. If we keep our voices down, they won’t hear, either. I don’t think they’re in there, anyway."

"No, I saw them head for the elevator when I closed the door. They’re not there. She wanted to talk to Dan, remember? I don’t know when that woman sleeps. She’s up at the crack of dawn, even if she partied the night before. She’ll stay in the lounge until it closes, if I know her. She watches over her brood of ‘chicks."

That answered that question. He felt we were alone. No wonder he was wiling to mention that I shouldn’t expect him to do more than talk with me. "Well, I want to be sure that what we say is strictly between us, Harry, so keep your voice down, anyway. Louise may return alone, soon, or with someone else."

"No matter. She knows how I feel. We’ve talked like this, together. I doubt if she’d spy on us if she’s with someone else. It’s not like her. I trust her, but find it harder to talk with her than with you. You seem to care more about what I have to say.

She’s more interested in changing the way I feel about casual sex. I don’t want to change the way I feel. You don’t try to change me, Jamie. I appreciate that. "

"I don’t think I could, Harry, and you’re right, I don’t want you to change. I think how you feel is only your business, but I wish I could convince you how other people react. I think you may unconsciously want them to feel as you do. I saw how you behaved toward Dan after I was with him, earlier. You resented it, and it showed. He doesn’t know about the mirror, and you shouldn’t tell him, either. He knows you’re upset, but he doesn’t know you watched us.

Enough talk about Dan and the mirror. Let’s talk about your men. I mentioned the way young men are prone to have fantasies, but few ever get to live them out. Do you remember the kind of fantasies you had when you were their age?

"Yeah, but I could never do anything like that for real, Jamie. That was strictly in my wildest dreams. That wasn’t so long ago that I don’t remember them. Still, I seriously don’t think average young men today have anything as extreme. With all the porn available, they don’t need to. They can watch perverse sex acts on the tube whenever they want."

"Were your fantasies visual? I mean; did you only want to watch, or participate in them, yourself?"

"Honestly? Well, I had recurring dreams about forcing a woman to have sex with me. They bothered me, but I knew I could never do anything like that to satisfy my lust, and I never did. Having the dreams alone made me feel guilty, and they still do. I’d never treat anyone like that.

In fact, I told Louise the same thing. She suggested that I need some way to find a release from my pent up guilt, or I could flip out, lose self-control, and commit a terrible sin. I doubt it, not me, never. I can’t even talk about it."

"Maybe you should Harry. Maybe it would help relieve the guilt. I’ll listen."

"Think so? You would? Naw! My dreams would probably be tame compared to what you are used to doing. I’d bore you to tears. I watched you and Dan. You don’t have a hang-up about deviant sex. You go right at it, but then again, you’re gay, so it isn’t deviant to you, like it is to me."

"Harry, you also heard that I’m wiling to help guys rid themselves of their urges to violate women. That’s why I’m here. It’s what I decided to do with my own desires to have sex. Look at what I’ve done or had done to myself. Do I look like a guy to you? I like how my body looks. I didn’t like the way I was a short time ago. I’ve only recently realized that I prefer men. I denied it for years, with plenty of guilt for having delicate features and sexy eyes.

I always felt there was something wrong with me. Finally, I can admit that my pleasing men, pleases me, and I can keep some guy from doing unspeakable things to an innocent girl. If that makes me a ‘bad girl’ as you said; then, I’m bad. But, my lack of character is insignificant in comparison to the crime you think the guys I please would do to someone who is unwilling. I can accept my commiting a small evil to prevent a tragic error borne of lust.

"Jamie, I wish I could understand how doing something so wrong can be justified. I’d be willing to try, if you think it would help me to rid myself of guilt. I wouldn’t be so irritable to my crew. If it would please you, maybe it would help me too. That is, If you don’t mind,

"Hey! Let me be your Harem girl, Harry, so you can pretend you are my sheik. If you say yes, I’ll go and put this outfit on. We don’t have to do anything, but if my wearing a fantasy outfit for you would help, I’d be glad to wear it. We can turn down the lights and talk about what the life of a harem girl is like. How about it?"

"I’m going to take a quick shower and put the costume on. While I do, you turn all the lights down and pour yourself a drink from the bar. Relax and let’s play make believe. It can’t hurt, and I promise not to be pushy. We can have some innocent fun without getting physical. We’ll let our imaginations get all sweated up. When I appear in the doorway to my bedroom, I want you to come over and sweep me off my feet like a sheik would do to one of his harem girls. Would you, Harry?"

"I’ll try, Jamie, as long as it’s only play acting, in accordance with the teachings that sheiks of old had to follow. You can explain what you think the other cultures allowed men to do to satisfy their lust, like we talked about in the lounge. Just don’t expect me to perform any sexual acts. We’ll just talk."

I took a quick shower and hurriedly donned the harem outfit before he changed his mind. The outfit included a large bag of jewelry: golden rings, necklaces, wrist and ankle bracelets and a headpiece, a tiara, that jangled when I put them on, in a delightful clatter. I barely heard the low tone of the ringing phone.

I walked across my bedroom to answer it. It was Geri, calling to amend directions for the evening. Louise had called her and explained my latest challenge: seduce a troubled man with narrow views on sexual behavior. Geri told me to convince the man that sheiks often took slave boys and made beautiful ladies of them to satisfy their taste for unusual sexual delights. The boys thus transformed were willing, as they were pampered and lived lavishly instead of in squalor. Since the boys were not truly female, the sacred honor of womanhood was preserved.

She told me my ban from having my cock touched was lifted for this man, and I was to instruct the man to return my favors in kind, in accordance to the laws of the culture of our charade. Louise advised her of the progress I was making with Harry, and the failures of previous attempts that were made.

"The panty of the harem outfit you have has a thin pouch sewn in to hide your cock, yet you can release it through a thin slit when you want to. Tell the guy it holds your ‘clit’ for him to savor and that sheiks were required by their culture to provide as much pleasure to the slaves as is provided. It’s true, they did, so have fun and do the best you can. Louise is here with a cute guy you met earlier, Dan.

He is waiting outside right now and didn’t hear Louise explain to me what you are up to. She told me you are a ‘natural’. I’m going to see what Dan has left for me after I hang up. Louise wanted me to meet him, too. He’s going to help her show you some cottages tomorrow. Bye."

"Bye" I never got to say more than hello and goodbye. I took the panty back off and examined it. The gilt-edge satin bottom of the crotch did have two layers that formed a pouch as she said. It would hold my soft manhood hidden, until the moment Harry was to return my favors, and give pleasure to me.

Covered with tinkling golden coins, I slowly opened the bedroom door. Backlit in silhouette, I stood in the doorway and whispered. "Your devoted slave, Jasmine, is here to serve as summoned, master. May I approach you, oh great sheik?"

"Oh, Jamie, uh Jasmine! You’re, you’re magnificent! You look just like the girl in my wildest dreams. Really, I can’t believe how much you look like her! If I didn’t know better, I would swear I was dreaming again. Let me touch you. I have to, or I’ll have to pinch myself to see if I’m awake. You have no idea how much that outfit looks like the one the girl in my nightmares wore." Harry touched my arm.

"Oh, master. Let this slave worship your powerful body. Let me fulfill your most secret desires. I live only to serve your needs, your passion. Use me as you will, I am your obedient slave. Sit on my bed. Let me show you how devoted I am to your happiness. I will do all that you bid me. I am your lowly boy-girl. It is the law.

I must obey, and you must defile my body. It is my destiny. If you refuse, I shall be sent back by my trainers to live in dire destitution or die. Please do not deny me my salvation from a life of servile labor, master. Do not risk violating the laws of your land by seeking sexual satisfaction with a vestal virgin to quench your lust." I drew him onto the bed with me. He reluctantly sat down.

To do so, you would shame yourself as well as her. Come, use my willing body, instead, as prescribed by the law. It is fitting and proper for me to be used for this noble purpose. If you deny me, I will be sent back as I am, a frail waif to be used by hordes of despicable men, or be killed by my people for submitting to a gentle life as your personal slave. Please, use me for your lust, so my trainers will know by the remnants of your presence within me that I succeeded in my appointed duty. " I leaned against him, but he drew back, afraid to let me get too close.

"Jamie, Jamie, you look so-- you act so—so convincing. Is that what sheiks did, Jamie? Were slave boys trained, reshaped to replace girls to uphold the laws? Was it proper for men of power and stature to sexually use such male slaves that were enhanced to look like very sexy girls, like you look?"

"Slaves were slaves, Harry. Conquered slaves that were not true believers of the laws could be defiled, whether they were boy or girl. If a sheik had a child by a slave girl, he had to raise and treat the child in accordance with the law, as it was his child, as well. The sheiks didn’t want their firstborn to be a child of a slave girl, so they used cute boys to satisfy their lust, without fear of making a girl pregnant. It was a convenient way to insure the firstborn would be of a free woman, a wife."

"Gee, Jamie. It’s easier to talk with you about my ethics while you’re in that get-up. It’s helping me understand those recurring dreams of mine. I had no idea why a sexy slave in an outfit like yours always was the central theme of my dreams. Maybe the dreams were supposed to show me why I could not violate my own rigid moral code. It was the way I was brought up, taught what was right for all men to follow; the rules of our culture. Maybe being in a harem meant the girls didn’t have to follow the same rules I think they have to follow.

The slave girls in my dreams were always helpless, and I would force them to have sex. They weren’t willing to have sex with me, like you are. I don’t know why, but I forced them to have sex with me in the dreams. They didn’t want to, but I forced them, like it was important to force them. What can that mean?"

"Hmmm. It could mean that what’s right for you isn’t right for them. Maybe they have to follow a different code of laws. Their reluctance could mean that they may not want to follow their laws, any more than you want to follow yours all the time. Do you ever want to forget about your moral code, and follow your desire?"

"Sure, like right now. I’d like to take you to bed, and have a ball but it’s wrong. I’m not gay. If I were, maybe I’d have no problem rolling in the hay with you."

"Harry, it’s right for you to have sex with a woman, but not if means you’ll violate an innocent woman. It’s right for me to have sex with men, because that’s what my self-image says is right for me. It’s right for me to replace an innocent woman to satisfy a man so he doesn’t have to violate his conscience. To deny me that is to deny the good of my life’s purpose. It may not coincide with your vision of how all men should behave according to your precepts, but your precepts don’t apply to me. They’re not my precepts. I didn’t ask to be frail and demure, but I’ll do my best to use what talents I have as my circumstances dictate.

Likewise, the boys sheiks used were of conquered peoples who were subjugated to laws of the people who conquered them, not their own laws. They had to obey, whether they liked it or not, but understood the laws imposed on them, and that they were expected to comply. To refuse could mean their death, either at the hands of their captors, or the hands of their own people. That didn’t give them much choice. We must accept the prevailing rules where we live and work, too.

I’d like to think your recurring dreams were telling you that you could accept my help to relieve your stress and your fear of wanting to violate some innocent girl. I’ll bet you never thought that was what their hidden meaning was! Seems clear to me, Harry. You’re afraid that someday you might get carried away in the heat of passion and force some girl to have sex, maybe even her pregnant. When was the last time you had a date with a real girl?"

"A date? Gee, it’s been a while. Dated Marie and others, but just to talk."

"How long, Harry? You’re not young kid anymore. When was the last time you had a serious, long-term relationship with a girl? "

He didn’t answer. He kept his head down and shook it from side to side. "I, I, to go on a date with a girl, I’d have to have marriage in mind as a goal. This kind of job makes a woman live a rough life, with her man away most of the time. I can’t t ask a woman to live in the field or in a town like this, I,,,"

"Cut the ‘BS’ Harry. WHEN???"

"Not since I became a foreman."

"Do you masturbate?" Again, he kept is head lowered and didn’t answer.

"I’m not trying to embarrass you Harry. I’m trying to help you see what’s troubling you. Some people think masturbating is self-abuse and perverse. It is if a guy would rather do it by hand than have quote: ‘normal’ relations. If a guy uses it as an alternative, when ‘normal’ relations aren’t possible, it’s only a convenient way to keep from getting mean and nasty to people. Don’t be so sensitive. There are two kinds of men. Those who masturbate once in a while and liars"

"When I was a kid, I used to masturbate with another guy all the time. We’d look at dirty pictures in magazines and pull our puds together. If we didn’t, nature took care of it through what my mom called ‘nocturnal emissions’. Sooner or later, we would have creamed in our shorts while we slept. Nature has the natural solution for a lonely young guy with an active libido. He has his best dates in his dreams."

"Yeah, that’s me, Jamie. The dreams made me ejaculate, every time. Did I want the girls in my dreams to submit to me against their will? Is that why they always were uncooperative? Or does it mean I want to force myself on girls?"

"No, I think you subconsciously would never want a girl to provide sex to you only to appease your sexual appetite. You have firm religious convictions about that. Sex with a girl is to be reserved for marriage. The girls in your dreams don’t have to offer to please you. It probably means to give you what you want, they can’t have a choice, or they wouldn’t be right for you. The girl you marry will have to have the same religious convictions that you do and view sex as a responsibility.

You need an alternate way to relieve your stress. Think about this. If you don’t masturbate, you’ll have dreams and have emissions. Willfully masturbating is not much different, only the time and ease of cleaning up. I did it with other guys, even before I realized that I was gay. It didn’t bother me. Lots of kids I knew admitted that they masturbated at times, even my brothers. They taught me how.

Let me teach you, like my brothers did. They’re straight arrow. It didn’t bother us a bit, and they’re still straight. My being gay didn’t rub off. I’ll be your big brother.

I’ll teach you how to wank it whenever you think your nerves make you get too nasty with your crewmembers. I can show you right now, or do it for you. I’m sure they’ll notice your attitude change and their output will match any crew in your camp. If I’m wrong, no one will ever know that I gave you a hand. Tee-hee!"

"Do I have a choice? You’re convinced it will stop those dreams that make me feel so damned guilty. I’d be willing to try it, if you think it would help."

"You’ll still have dreams, Harry, but I think they’ll be much nicer from now on. It might help if we go back to playing make-believe, so your image of harem girls will be more like me, willing to help, and not a cause of guilt for violating a virgin.

Let me help my master to disrobe, so I can revel in the smooth texture of his big, powerful muscles. You have so much hair, so different from a boy-girl like me, who was transformed into a fair girl-like surrogate for my master. I thrill at the touch of this heave mat of fur on your chest. You are so manly, while I am a sweet, delicate flower for you to use in accordance with your customs to purge you of your wanton seed, to properly rid you of evil temptations. Let me draw on your flesh to drain your sinful desires."

As Harry’s resistance waned, I reached down and touched his groin with one hand against his hairy chest. I pushed him back, gently. "Lay back and relax. Let me take your manhood out and stroke it for you." He was shaking and totally soft in my lithe fingers. "Relax, this is supposed to be fun. I’m not going to hurt you."

I stroked him slowly for a few minutes without any reaction, until the tension left his body and he went limp, trusting me a bit more. I leaned over and blew softly on the head of his cock, pausing for is reaction. He began to respond, and he adjusted his body to afford me better access. I let my other hand trace down until it cupped is balls, continuing to blow softly. His cock jerked in my hand, so I let the dry tip of my tongue touch the head. Again, he didn’t resist. He was accepting me totally. His shaft began to stiffen, and his breathing quickened. It was time.

I engulfed the head of is cock with my warm lips that I moistened with my saliva before I made contact. He groaned and lifted his hips slightly. Good! He liked it. I was conquering his repressed desire. I sucked him deep into my mouth, and he gushed immediately. I had to gulp rapidly to retain all of his surging fluid, draining him of his frustration and repulsion. I did not retreat, nor did his cock.

His larder was so full it took four rounds to drain his seemingly endless supply of rich man seed. Finally, he could respond no more and begged me to let him be.

He soon was fast asleep. I went to the john to brush my teeth and remove the heavy makeup I wore with the costume.

When I returned to the bed, I slipped in beside him and wrapped myself around his furry back, and went to sleep holding him in my arms like an oversized little child.

When I opened my eyes to the sound of the alarm clock, he was sitting quietly in a chair, watching me sleep. I rolled over, stretched and remembered the busy schedule the day had in store for me. I rolled back and sat up in bed. "Hi! Ugh, Good morning."

"Good morning. How can I ever thank you Jamie. I wanted to do that for so long, but couldn’t let anyone get that close before. The way you explained the rules of other culture was so clear. I was close to the end of my endurance before we met. I was so afraid I’d lose control and force myself on some unwary girl. Never could I see any way that I’d let a guy help, a transvestite. You were born with the wrong set of tools, Jamie. You should have been a girl. You even sleep like one. You’re even prettier without all that makeup. I wish our culture would allow…."

"But it does, Harry. It isn’t spelled out clearly in headlines anywhere, but it does. Arbitrary rules are too rigid. They don’t apply to girls like me, ones who are willing to go to bed with men for the pleasure sex provides. It applies to mice girls who don’t and are saving themselves for a guy like you. We willing partners keep you from making a serious mistake with a nice girl, that you’d soon regret."

"Our culture’s posture toward sex is very complicated. It demands that we always follow narrow guidelines. I suppose the rules were set up that way to insure we’d populate the new country quickly. If we venture too far from what’s acceptable, our culture expects us to be silent, and each man find his own way to divert from lusting after women. Most guys do it using their hand and a vivid imagination. Our way is much better, using someone to help matters along. You feel much better about being with me now, than you did yesterday, don’t you Harry? Now that you know I’m only a diversion, to keep you from hurting someone."

"Yeah, I guess you’re right. I needed last night. I didn’t want to admit it, but I did need you to help. After last night, I feel a lot better about what you do for the mill.

Yet, it still isn’t fair. I feel like I used you for taking care of my lust, without being able to reciprocate. I can’t do that. I’m not into men, like you are, Jamie. I still feel guilt, but because I used you and you didn’t get any benefit from it. That’s as bad as using a real girl who has loose morals and is willing. It just isn’t right."

"Girls with loose morals get as much enjoyment from having sex as men do. You give as much as you receive. I enjoyed pleasing you last night. Real girls would if you give them a chance. They like recreational sex too, Harry. You just have to be more careful with a real girl, so she doesn’t get pregnant.

"If it bothers you that much, why not try to please me the way I pleased you at first. What would be the harm in touching me the way I touched you? Get rid of the guilt by exploring a little. Touch me, as I touched you. It would mean a lot to me, if you were willing."

"It would? Why?"

"Because we’d be sharing an experience, rather than me providing you a service. Casual, mutual masturbation is very personal, not clinical. Sharing an evening of escape from your everyday humdrum work should be exciting and spontaneous, not a chore, like doing the laundry, or cleaning your living quarters. If you don’t share the experience, you’ll still feel guilty. Loosen up, Harry. Vent all that deep frustration you feel for not finding ‘the right woman’ so it doesn’t affect your work.

"I’d like you to visit with me again, Harry. I really think you are special. I think you have a wonderful personality, but your letting your reluctance to engage in casual sex with girls get in the way of how you treat your crew. It isn’t their fault that you still haven’t found the right girl for you or if you feel you can’t pursue finding a wife because of your job.

I’d bet my last dollar you’d be much happier if we get together on a regular basis. If you want to just sit around and talk, that would be great with me. I think we got around the ‘big’ hurdle already. I think you accept me for what I am and accept what I’m doing, now. Don’t you?"

"Sorta. I still think it’s perverse for me, but not for you, Jamie. You can’t help it if you like guys. As long as I can remember that it’s only to keep me from running the guys in my crew ragged, because of my frustration, I’ll be able to handle what we did together last night. I have to remember it’s the animal lust that you helped me release, so I don’t want to vent on some nice girl. Then, I’ll be okay. Agree?"

"Agreed! There’s just one more thing, Harry. You have a wonderful perspective, but not everyone shares the same perspective. You shouldn’t expect them to feel as you do about sex. Others have the right to choose for themselves. Last night,

Dan wanted to ‘do’ me last night. I saw your disgust when you came over, after his visit. You were very nasty toward him, Harry. Try to understand his personal attitude toward casual sex, in giving and receiving. You must try; in order to cope with the right others have to choose their own ways for recreation. Don’t impose your own rules on others. Cut them some slack. Live and let live. Give and take."

"That’s a tough assignment. You want me to ignore what I think is right."

"No, I don’t It may be right for you, but is right for everyone?"

"I couldn’t accept it. Normal men don’t do what you do."

"Think of what the sheik did. He repented for spilling seed wantonly in a boy by reciprocating, taking the slave boy’s seed as well. That way, both were satisfied. Neither was abused."

"But, it’s not normal for a man to do…."

"It was in the sheik’s culture. If the boy was willing to have his body modified to be more pleasing, to live in comfort instead of stark poverty or die, and let them train him to become a meek concubine for his sheik, the sheik would be obligated to satisfy the boy’s sexual cravings, too, and not eave the boy unfulfilled. It was their custom."

"Do you expect me to satisfy you that way, now, for what you did for me Jamie? Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could."

"Yes, Harry! I do. Even if you find the idea totally repulsive, I want you to try. We can play make-believe again. You can be the sheik, and I’ll be your harem boy. I’ll understand if you try it and can’t finish because you think it is too disgusting. Unless you do, you’ll never understand how other men can. Think you feel better by referring to it as my clit? Many men satisfy women by touching their clits."

"I dunno. Maybe. Yeah, maybe if I think of it as a clit, it won’t be so vulgar."

I took his hand and placed it over my groin, rubbing it back and forth to test his reaction. When he didn’t draw his hand away in revulsion, I slid the slit of my panty off of my cock, and let it’s soft head escape confinement, and readjusted the panty. His fingers touched the exposed head, and he smile as it responded to his touch.

"It’s warm, but doesn’t feel strange, Jamie. It feels like any other part of your skin.

Touching it isn’t repulsive at all."

I put my hand around his shoulder. My cock was responding more, and his hold was getting bolder. He began to let it glide over his open hand, and slowly let his thumb close around it. "Oooh, that feels good, Harry" I whispered. "Hold it tighter. Feel it pulse from your touch."

I laid back and let him get used to hearing me moan from his stroking my ‘clit’. He moved around so, he could see better, as he could sense the growth his touch was causing. With a bit of coercion from my hand on his shoulder, he leaned forward to see it expand. "Kiss it, Harry, like the sheiks did for their harem boys.

Show me how you appreciate my helping you to unwind."

He hesitated. Then he lowered his head slowly, furtively. He paused, examining another man’s organ up close. I imagine he never had this vantage before. It was a new venture, uncharted territory, and a new horizon for Harry. He lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on the tip of my cock.

"Ummm! Oh, Harry! That felt GOOD! Oh, do it again. Kiss it."

He did. And kissed it a third time. "Does it feel hot on your lips? You’re making me so hot, Harry. Make it feel hotter, Harry. PLEASE!"

As he gently sucked me into his mouth, I slid down on the bed, taking Harry with me in order to move into position to reach his raging hard-on. Taking him in my mouth, I offered him guidance in the proper way to fellate another man. Our mutual oral attentions occupied us for a long time, matching strokes and giving subtle ministrations that kept us both on the brink of eruption for some time.

My jaw began to fatigue. I increased the urgency of my sucking. Harry tried to maintain the increased pace, but his orgasm prevented him. Yet, he continued to

send grand sensations up and down my spine, unwilling to interrupt his effort to bring me over the top. At long last, my cock responded, releasing it’s first load since my morning of initiation.

We talked for hour, afterward, until the wee hours. A lifetime of guilt over his suppressed desires drained from his troubled mind. He was so serene, with a new awareness. It was as if an immense burden was lifted, freeing him from the prison of his own making. Then we slept together until dawn.

 

To be continued in part seven.

 

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