Chapter 15

Kamal...

(Jameel's Bathroom)

The bathroom door slammed behind his retreating back with a resounding bang, and the locked clicked into place with a sound of finality. I was left standing in the open doorway of Jameel's bedroom with one foot still propped in mid air to take step further into the room. What I walked into had rendered me speechless, every cell in my body froze with surprise. My eyes were still glued the spot on the bed where I'd just witnessed the most erotic, and the most breathtaking sight I've been blessed to see.

My foot lowered to the ground and I winced as the sensitive skin on my rock hard shaft brushed against the tight fabric of my underwear, and the teeth of my zipper pressed into my turgid flesh. I firmly held onto the door frame with one hand, and my fingers of my other hand wrapped tightly around the door knob. I didn't trust my wobbling knees to hold me upright. My head spun with the rush of blood leaving my brain and pooling in my aching groin. My nostrils flared as I desperately tried to drew air into my depleted lungs. I was almost overcome with Jameel's unique scents of sweet spices with the underlying tell tale hint of musk.

Once a healthy supply of oxygen was restored to brain, all of my synapses fired at once, and I was almost brought to my knees. My cock throbbed so hard behind the restraints of my clothing. I willed myself away from the door and I slowly made my way into the room. I made sure to close and lock the door before gingerly making my way across the carpet to pick up Jameel's laptop. The poor baby, he's most likely mortified beyond belief right about now. There was no doubting it with the way Jameel literally flew off the bed and retreated into the bathroom. I just hoped and prayed that he didn't stuff himself into the linen closet again.

What was I going to say to him to make him feel better and put his inquisitive little mind at ease about this entire situation? He was only indulging in something every healthy male and sometime females spend hours on end doing once we have come to realize how good self pleasuring and masterbation can be. There's absolutely nothing for him to be embarrassed about.

I'm just glad that it was me who had come through that door and not one of the girls coming to drag him off to wherever, to do whatever somewhere in the house. Turning the laptop around to see the screen, I was met with the image of one very well endowed man plunging his thick rod into the glistening stretched hole of his bed partner was frozen on the screen. Again, my unyielding member twitched as if it was begging for some sort of attention.

I shut down the computer and placed it on the rumpled sheets. Then I drew a deep breath to center myself. I knew it was a futile attempt to calm the desire racing hot through my veins, like liquid fire. I 'm only human after all, and the attraction I've been feeling for that beautiful boy cowering behind the bathroom door has steadily grown into something way more since the day I looked into those frightened brown eyes of his.

The sensually explicit image of him lying amongst the pristine white sheets in such an intimate position was going to be forever burnt into my brain. Calling to me whenever I close my eyes like those mythological Sirens calling unsuspecting sailors from the sea, luring them in with their beauty and their hypnotic voices to whatever the Fates has waiting for them.

Tapping on the door with enough force for him to hear it, I called out. "Jameel, are you alright?" I waited to see if my little cutie would answer me. I'm sure he wasn't going to, so I wasn't too surprised when my question was met with nothing but silence.

"Hey, it's okay, little one. I'm sorry I didn't respect your privacy. I should've knocked and waited for you to tell me to enter or open the door. You were doing something very personal in the privacy of your own room, and you have nothing to be ashamed of, nor should you feel embarrassed about doing it either." I tried to coax him out again, but I was still met with nothing but total silence.

So, I performed a little trick my siblings and I used to do when we were tormenting each other at bath time when we were kids. I quietly jiggled the lock, then pressed the tiny button on the underside of the knob and just like always, the lock spring clicked back into the open position. I entered the darkened room, the only lights illuminating the space was the decorative muted scones on the wall by the vanity mirrors. I made a beeline for the linen closet and I quietly opened the door to nothing but the neat assortments of bath blankets and other body and face towels.

My brow furrowed as I spun around on my heel and looked around the room wondering where he could be, then I heard it. A little whimper coming from the area of sunken bathtub. I made my way over and sat down of the lip of the gigantic tub and sure enough, a ball of comforter covered Jameel was huddling in the middle of the tub. His delectable body was completely hidden under the blanket's voluminous folds.

"Are you going to speak to me ever again?" I whispered and gently tugged on one end of the comforter. All that got me was a firm wiggle from side to side before the mountain blankets once again went still. "I'm taking that as a, no." I teased and tugged at the other end of the blanket again only for him to stick one of his little hands through the folds and bat my hand away from the bed linen.

I had to bite my lips to keep myself from laughing out loud when Jameel scooted a little further away from me, and once again buried his exposed limbs back under the blanket. I could only shrug my shoulders because my little beauty gave me no choice in the matter. We were going to talk about this the very important step he had taken in his healing process.

Jameel needed to see that there is nothing wrong with learning what makes your body feel good. He needed to understand the significance of what it meant when he derived pleasure from something that he was brainwashed in believing was deviant behavior and therefore a sin in the eyes of Allah. I was amazed that despite the excruciating abuse that was heaped upon him, Jameel has made a very important step in his recovery. Some victims of violent sexual abuse will never be able to associate or take any pleasure in anything sexual in nature.

After kicking off my shoes, I swung my legs over the side of the bathtub, bent down and used two hands to push Jameel's stiffening body, blanket and all, over a little bit more to give my much larger frame some room to lay down next to him. I was probably sending the poor thing into in panic, but right now my diplomacy was shot all to hell, and I had to touch him in some way, shape, or form.

There was brief tug of war with the blanket which of course, I naturally won, and his riotous curls emerged followed by his cute little frowning face. His eyes were centered somewhere on my chin and he had the most adorable pout on those sweet cherry lips. Damn, if I wasn't tempted to lean over and capture them, to see if he tasted as sweet as he looked.

I almost banged my head against the tub and I stifled the frustrated growl threatening to rumble out the back of my throat. This is not the time to let my lower head take over and rule the practical sense my upper head. Down boy! I mentally demanded my misbehaving shaft into compliance. Of course my mini-me twitched and pumped another copious amount of precum as if outright challenging me for control.

I chose to it my wayward organ and instead, I turned to the man that has been occupying my every waking thought lately. "I'm sorry, little one. I didn't mean to intrude. I should have closed the door and left you to your privacy when I saw what you were doing, but Lord help me you looked so stunning like that, you had me completely enthralled." He confession came tumbling out of my mouth and I almost slapped my hand over my mouth like a little kid who said something he wasn't supposed to. Fuck, I didn't mean to say that out loud. I was going to get all philosophical and shit, and explain how it's the natural body's urges to seek pleasure and blah, blah...

I felt rather than saw Jameel move up to rest himself on his elbows since my eyes were clenched tightly closed. His sweet breath brushed over my cheek and I had to open my eyes to look up into his wide-eyed mocha gaze. I tilted my head because of his close proximity to further take in his beauty. I dared not move a muscle, his gorgeous face was mere inches away from mine. I found myself desperately wishing he would spare me and just lean in a little further and grace me with a kiss, one little peck on my lips just to satisfy my thirst for him.

"Y...You m...mean you don't find me disgusting for doing that, for looking at that stuff online and getting excited by it?" He lowered his eyes and stuttered out the question in a pained little voice.

It felt my heart seized in the middle of my chest when I registered what he said. I raised a hand to his face and used my thumb and forefinger to tilt his head backwards, but he still wouldn't look me straight in the eye. His cheeks heated in a furious blush and my shaft hardened even more. "Jameel, look at me."

He raised his uncertain dark chocolate orbs to mine and I didn't let his gaze waver away from mine. "Do you trust me little one? I hope you know that I'd rather pour gasoline all over

myself and gleefully light the match rather than cause you a second of pain, you know that right?"

He studied for me a long moment, and my every fiber of my being paused as I waited for his answer. He lowered his eyes for a second and when they flashed back up to mine, they held a look of such fierce determination and conviction, I almost shouted with joy right then and there.

"I trust you, Kamal." He quietly stated. There wasn't even a slight quiver in his voice. A shiver of delight skipped down my spine at the sound of my name whispered pass his kissable lips. I had to close my eyes and gather myself for a second. I felt like I was on the verge of coming all over myself and he hasn't even laid a finger on me yet.

"Then trust and believe when I say that nothing about you that will ever disgust me. This is how I feel about seeing you like that. The way you were sprawled out on that bed was like a gift, a stunning feast for my eyes." I gently took his little hand and I watched as his beautiful eyes went as wide as I pressed the palm of his hand to my throbbing member. I gently guided his hand over my entire length, arched my back, and groaned so he could see the full effect he has on me with just the touch of his dainty hand.

I let his hand go and I smiled up at him when he didn't immediately remove it. He curled his slender fingers around my girth and gave me a gentle squeeze. My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head. I almost laughed when he slowly withdrew his hand but gave my overheated crotch a little pat of affection before smiling timidly up at me.

"I'm not asking you to go any farther than touching, sweetness. I just needed not only to hear how I feel about you. It also wanted you feel the effect you have on me, the effect you've had on me ever since you looked up at me in that little room where my grandfather tried to hide you away. I have deep feelings for you, Jameel. I want more than I can ever say, but I will never throw myself at you, or force you to do anything you don't want to do." I reached up and brushed away the stray tear that leaked out the corner of his eye.

"Jameel, you have a long way to go before you are over the nightmares of what that old man has inflicted on you. You grew up believing that your own sexuality is a sin and it's wrong. Even our culture and the religion of our Kingdom says a man loving a man as he would love a woman and vice versa is an abomination, but I can't help who I am by birth. I can't help but to

love who I love. That is the simple truth for me, but I don't want to my beliefs to influence you in any way. You have spent years in captivity being told what to do, how to think, and just the thought... Just the thought is a bit too much for me to comprehend sometimes."

I sat up and pulled the now sobbing young man onto my lap, blankets and all, for I couldn't help myself. "Take your time, form your own opinions, study the world, and know that I am here for you in any capacity you want me to be. I never want you feel that you're obligated to me or my family for anything. This life is yours to do with as you please. Everyone is here to help you, and as I said, no one in this household, especially me is disgusted with anything about you. We are all in awe of you, because you my sweet are a survivor. You're stronger than any of us in this house and you have proven it. You need wear your scars as a badge of honor, not of shame." I hugged him close and he hiccuped and tucked his head under my chin.

I don't know how long we sat curled into one another. With me rubbing soothing circles up and down his back. My body screamed at me for release, to find my relief in his supple body, but I would never do that. Jameel has to come to terms with his past, settle into his present, and see at least the beginning of his path into the future. I will not use him like the old man did for the sake of my own pleasure. I want his heart, all his affection and every ounce of love he has to give, because he already has all of me.