Chapter 20

(The infamous Naked Cowboy in Times Square)

Kamal

It's funny how you can live in a place like the world renowned New York City, almost smack dab in the heart of Times Square, one of the most famous locations in the world, and you take it for granted until you see it from someone else's eyes. It's been a little over three weeks since my family returned to America. Since that time, my parents, along with my brothers Farooq and Hamid have visited Jameel and I several times before returning to Los Angeles. Farrah and Yazmin remained in the city.

Farrah has immersed herself in her clothing line, and Yasmin returned began her residency at the hospital. They both have been wonderful, especially Farrah since we both work on the clothing portion of the family business. I've been devoting a majority of my time to Jameel, and she has graciously picked up my slack in the corporate offices. I still work via remote, but like I said. My main goal right now was making sure that Jameel felt safe and secure at all times.

It's definitely a work in progress building up Jameel's level of confidence in himself, but things were slowly progressing. I truly believed that by opening up a whole new world and exposing him to an entire range of different cultures, paired with his bi-weekly therapy sessions have worked wonders so far in setting him on the right path towards healing from the physical and psychological abuse my grandfather had heaped on the poor boy for years. My blood still ran red hot anytime my thoughts turned towards the old bastard and the atrocious acts he'd committed towards not only on Jameel, but also to his sacred religion, his family, and his lack of conscience over the years.

Dr. Talgar, Jameel's therapist was a godsend. Yazmin had recommended him. He was one of the leading Psychologist on staff at New York-Presbyterian Hospital, where she was doing her residency training. After speaking extensively with the man, I'd felt he was more than capable in helping Jameel work through his unique circumstances. Not only was the man fully versed on the Islamic cultures and practices, and how those beliefs affects Jameel's way of thinking, most importantly, he wasn't homophobic.

The good doctor truly believed that love is love no matter who you loved. It wasn't sin, nor was being attracted to someone who is the same gender as you a arbitrary choice. That above anything else that is what Jameel needed to understand and come to terms with. He needed to see that he isn't an unholy, or an abomination. I know it's easier said than done, especially if you had years of enduring abuse from someone telling you those lies on a daily basis and using your body in ways no one should to prove a point.

After Jameel's last visit the doctor had suggested that it may be beneficial to start taking Jameel out into the world and amongst people. So far he'd been content to remain inside my home, swimming in the bathtub or watching multiple movies in the media room. Whenever we had to go to an appointment or leave the house, I always had our driver taking us where we had to go. Just last weekend Nasim had taken some time off from college and all three girls had tried to entice Jameel out for a shopping trip, but he had shyly declined and retreated to his safe haven, the giant tub in the bathroom.

At first, I thought that his love for bubble baths was the cause of his delight in spending hours taking long baths in my oversized tub, but I've since learned from attending one of Jameel's sessions at his request was that he felt dirty at the hands of my grandfather. My heart shattered all over again when the gorgeous man admitted that he hadn't been allowed to wash himself after being thoroughly and brutally used. Grandfather had his man servant do the honors and the sadistic son of a bitch had made the cleansing process as demeaning and as painful for Jameel as he could. The mere freedom of being able to wash himself whenever he pleased was like heaven for him.

It was during that session, I vowed I would do whatever it was necessary to make sure that Jameel would have whatever he wanted. I would move heaven and Earth to make him smile. I vowed that my own discomfort and my wants and needs would forever come second to this man. My neglected cock and my insatiable desire for the stunning beauty and the discomforts that came with denying my sexual libido was nothing compared to what Jameel had endured and survived. For him, if I was ever given the honor of touching him, of making him mine, then I would wait for eternity until he was ready. Until then I will endure it all just to see him free and content and secure in himself.

It had taken almost an act of God to get Jameel to walk out onto the street, but I'd finally managed to entice him out into the world. I began by taking just for walks to the bevy of nearby restaurants. My cutie loved his treats, it was amazing to watch him eat almost his slender body weight in food and never gain more than what he had already gained. He went from starved waif to a slender god. He's gotten even more beautiful over the months of eating right and getting the care he needed.

As his anxiety eased, I've taken him to the museums, the trendy outdoor cafes, and it was a hoot when we were in the heart of Times Square to watch those dark chocolate eyes go wide as he turned I circles trying to take in everything at once. The huge billboards and monitors advertising everything and anything didn't disappoint in all the flashy grandeur. I almost choked on my own spit when a staple of Times Square approached Jameel. Jameel's mouth had gaped wide open when the Naked Cowboy strutted by him while wearing his signature tidy whiteys, his cowboy boots and hat while playing his guitar and a line of tourists following behind him.

Now most days I couldn't keep him in the house. His favorite place was the Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art. It turns out that Jameel has a love of anything art. On one occasion we had stopped at the gift store in the Museum and he'd selected a drawing pad and a set of pencils, I'd taken a seat next to him on a bench and watched him create a very detailed drawing of one of the statues on display. His picture was so good, I had to buy him the best drawing set there was on the market. Who knew there were such choices when it came to drawing a picture. Everything from the type of paper to pencils, to even a little wooden man to help with creating images.

It was Jameel's reaction to my gift, that made me feel like I was ten feet tall. When the set had been delivered, it had come in several boxes. Boxes that Jameel had open with exuberance, and with each reveal he squealed with delight and hugged the life out of me. Now whenever you saw him, he either had his iPad in his hands or his drawing pad. Some of his art he shared with me and some he kept to himself and I respected his privacy. His therapist was over the moon and congratulated me several times in finding a way for Jameel to boost his self esteem and find something to fully bring him out of his shell.

Today was another busy day, we'd spent the day being ferried out the Statue of Liberty. Jameel was in awe all the way up to the top. Thank god I'm in pretty good shape but even then I was winded by the time Jameel had dragged me up the last flight of stairs. In his excitement he hadn't even broken a sweat as we ascended up the epic landmark. He's taken picture after picture with his iPad and then he's just held his head back and closed his gorgeous eyes and let the wind blow through his hair. He was a sight to behold and my cock had been ragingly hard for the remainder of the day. Going back down those damn stairs had been torture.

Dinner wasn't any better and no matter how I ignored the organ, thought of old ladies and shriveled body parts, cold weather, anything and everything to try to get my stubborn appendage to behave, but nothing seemed to be working. Jameel was now lying on his stomach on the rug in front of me as he watched a movie on the big screen TV. The precise cut of his slacks did nothing to hide the curve of his mouth watering ass, my hard on pulsed anytime he laughed and rocked his shapely derriere from side to side. It was like being taunted with the thing you wanted most but it was just iches out of your reach.

Stifling yet another groan, I slowly got to my feet and readjusted myself. "Jammel, I'm going to shower. Holler if you need anything." I said as he turned sideways and pinned me in place with those soulful brown eyes.

"Okay." He replied as he gave me one of his sweet smiles before turning back to all the gunfire and explosions on the TV screen.

I couldn't make it to my room fast enough. By the time my hand reached out for the doorknob of my bathroom door, I was already half naked. I unsnapped the button of my pants, unzipped, and with one shove, my pants and boxers pooled around my naked ankles. I kicked them away and almost sighed with relief as my heated swollen cock bounced free in the cool air of my bathroom. I turned on all the multiple jets in my walk in shower at all and waited until the steam billowed nice and hot around the room before stepping in.

A hiss of delight escaped my lips as my already over sensitized skin was pummeled from all sides by jets of hot water. My cock throbbed and my balls drew tighter to my body as I turned to let the water caress the length of my turgid flesh. "Fuck, yes." I moaned. My eyes fluttered closed as I placed a hand on the tile in front of me while the other drifted down my abs. My seeking fingers glided through the trimmed hairs surrounding my cock, and I wrapped my fingers around my rigid length and gave myself a knee buckling squeeze.

My hips took a will of their own as they began rocking. My hard on slid effortlessly through my fist with the aid of the water running over my rock hard shaft. My thoughts all centered around Jameel. The way those hypnotic eyes of his pulled me in. Those perfect kissable lips and how they would look stretched as they wrapped around the girth of my cock. Would those gorgeous orbs go all dreamy and glazed for me as he sucked my dick? Just the thought of having him on his knees in front of me, the heat of his hot little mouth wrapped around my cock had my orgasm barreling down my spine like razor sharp talons ripping their way down the length of my body.

"Fucking hell!" I bellowed as my orgasm took me unawares, no build up, no tingling sensations of warning. Just an unexpected explosion of epic portions. Stars burst behind my clenched eyelids as the head of my cock exploded. My come painted the walls and splurged over my fingers as I struggled breathe and stay upright at the same time. My chest heaved and my body jolted with every gut clenching aftershock that rocked through me. The release felt so damn so good, but the intensity of it was almost borderline painful. I was afraid to let go of myself fearing any added stimulation. I even had to turn away from the jet of water washing the remnants of my orgasm from my shaft and the fingers still wrapped around the pulsating flesh.

It took me a few minutes intes before my body was able to consciously follow the instructions of my mind. I managed to wash myself from head to toe, turn off the water, and step out of the stall. I did a pretty decent drop drying off most of the moisture on my skin before sauntering back into my room on weakened legs. A pair of boxers, a t-shirt, and loose fitting pajamas and I was ready to watch another round of movies.

That release was just what I needed to better handle the close proximity with Jameel. He was temptation incarnate to me, but it wasn't his fault. He wasn't even aware of the effects he has on me. I made a promise to him, to the universe and to myself. When he is ready, if he will ever be ready for anything sexual, then I could wait and give him the time he needed to heal and make that decision. So for tonight, with my body sated, I can easily focus on maybe a bucket of popcorn, some chocolates, and a movie marathon with my little cutie.