“There's two of you and one of me,
Whenever we feel like it,
We can be three.
Now, that's an ecstatic expression of love.”
Bernard Tristan Foong
Finally, we arrived at the pond. A beautiful waterfall cascaded from a slope above. It was a perfectly picturesque setting. Suddenly, I felt the urge to go skinny-dipping in this enchanted pool. I tied our horses to a tree, stripped naked and plunged into the refreshing water.
Nikee sat on the grass, enjoying the lazy sunshine slipping in between the leaves of the forest trees creating a chiaroscuro on the forest floor. I was a happy boy, enjoying a delightful afternoon. A stable groom had packed us a warm blanket, in case we stopped for a rest along the way. We spread the blanket and I laid on the woolen tweed next to Nikee, enjoying the beauty of the forest. Looking up at the half hidden afternoon sky, I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment, lost in time. When I turned to look at Nikee, his brilliant greenish blue eyes met my gaze. As he reached over to kiss me on my lips, I closed my eyes to enjoy Nikee's warm embrace. One kiss led to another, and suddenly, Nikee was kissing me passionately. I gave myself to his caresses; his loving hands always seemed to play tricks on my body. His masculinity never failed to send shivers and goose bumps up my spine.
I felt what seemed to be another pair of hands stroking my groin. It was a pleasurable sensation, and I did not want it to end. Though my eyes were closed, the curiosity of wanting to see who the person was prompted me to take a peek. I could only see Nikee's handsome face smiling down at me, as he was leaning on his side, partially on top of me. The pair of massaging hands felt amazing on my naked body. Waves of sensual ecstasy flowed through me. I arched my back towards the delightful caressing hands, which slid underneath my buttocks. I felt a warm mouth encircling my hardness, engulfing it. It didn't feel like Nikee’s sweet lips because Big-Brother's tongue was in my mouth, kissing me. Wave after wave of electrical currents charged through my tense body. I enjoyed these wonderful feeling, wanting everything to continue. I could feel my sweet boyish scent being inhaled. The pair of masculine hands held me, lifted me. His hardness inquired, probing me.
When I finally opened my eyes I saw a handsome naked male figure kneeling between my splayed legs. Andy. The good-looking senior rower from Kipling Society, whom I met when Nikee took me on my campus tour. Andy had smiled and winked at me a couple of times that day, before Big-Brother and I left the rowing team to their practices. Being a naive junior, it didn't register that his wink was a flirtatious signal. I thought he was just being nice and friendly.
Nikee's mesmerizing eyes stared into mine, assuring me that everything was all right, under control, and that I need not be alarmed by Andy's presence.
With both mouths caressing me, the sensual stimulation was extremely delightful. I didn't want them to stop. Nikee undressed while Andy moved to kiss me, licking and planting sweet kisses on my closed eyes and earlobes. His sinewy rower's body was on top of mine, pressing his hardness against mine. I felt Nikee's sensual breath between my thighs, licking and kissing my pressing roundness below.
These sensations were too electrifying. I wanted to taste Andy's masculinity and stoke his erectness as I often did with Nikee. Reading my thoughts, Andy lifted himself to a straddling position, over my chest, feeding me his engorged manhood, while Big-Brother was simultaneously doing the same to my boyhood. My hands reached to caress Andy's muscular physique. I felt his taut definition. My groans of pleasure encouraged his hardness; he thrust deep into my throat. The alpha muskiness of his groin was intoxicating, sending me over the edge. Big-Brother leaned forward, sharing my creamy wetness which was trickling down the sides of his lips.
Andy flipped me onto my stomach, spit in my opening, and eased into the core of my being. I tilted my pelvis upward, to receive him; I wanted his hardness inside me. Big-Brother’s kisses in my mouth were soon replaced with his stiffness. Their synchronized movements brought them to the inevitable. Their ecstatic cries came simultaneously as they released their manly liquids inside me. Their love penetrated deep into my being, flowing unceasingly into the very center of my soul. It was pure ecstasy! Eventually their heaving slowed, subsiding to gentle moans before they lay next to me, one Big-Brother on each side. They gave me gentle loving kisses as we dozed into a lazy embracing slumber.
From the back cover
This provocative story is about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.
It is also a love story between the young man and his ‘Valet’ who served as his chaperone and mentor during the boy’s Harem service.
I had a privileged and unique upbringing in Malaysia, where I was known as a "sissy boy." Following in my brothers' footsteps, I was sent to an exclusive boarding school in England. It is there that I was inducted into a clandestine organization, E.R.O.S. The Enlightened Royal Oracle Society. For four years, unbeknownst to my family, I was willingly and happily part of a Harem.
My story has been kept under wraps for close to 45 years. The correct moment has arrived for me to make known my unique education.
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book I - INITIATION; a memoir by Young
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What a reviewer says...
By Tina Schor
First, I must tell you that I don't read a lot of books, but something about this book intrigued me. First of all it's a true life story. Now, after reading the first book of the series "A Harem Boy's Saga" I anxious to read the next one which I just purchased. This memoir made me realize just how big our world really is, and no matter how much you've done, traveled, or experienced, there's always something to learn, something bigger, something our minds never even thought about or knew existed. It's fascinating to learn about how love, sex, and culture, can be so different, and what some cultures view as wrong, for others it's normal and accepted. Not to sound cliché, but, one should never judge a book by it's cover or brief introduction. It's sometimes hard to believe that the author experienced so much at such a young age; but then again, it was a different time and culture, so keep that in mind. I encourage you to look beyond the sexual parts and get to know the very real people that this story is about. Thank you Bernard for helping me step out of my comfort zone. You've helped see the world and it's people in a whole new way.
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