It was a relatively warm spring afternoon, the day of my first lesson with Sadiq. The day we had met, he had asked me to call him by his first name rather than Mr. Adnan, which I had intended to call him in the first place. I felt at ease calling him by his first name, as he wasn't much older than I was. He was, perhaps, around his early twenties. The General had insisted that the lessons be scheduled an hour after my sister was released from work, which was around four in the afternoon, and that they had to take place where the servants couldn't bother us, and the musicians – which Sadiq had brought from Istanbul – could play without disturbing the peace of the mansion: the large ballroom, which hadn't been used since the death of the General's wife, ten years earlier. He had told me that, before that, they had had several balls and parties. He had told me that the house had once been full of life, but the only light that glowed in there at that moment of solitude for him was that of my dance, something I was terribly flattered for.
When I kissed my sister goodbye at four o'clock that afternoon when the General had dismissed her, I had a warm feeling at the pit of my stomach and was dying in anticipation for what was to come. I wanted to learn everything about the art of belly-dancing, as Sadiq had said. The General closed the doors after having talked to my sister and turned around to face me with a smirk on his face.
"Are you ready for your first lesson?"
"I can't wait, I'm so excited!"
I said happily as I jumped up and down. The General approached me, put one of his hands over my shoulder and kissed the side of my mouth, his beard and moustache tickling my smooth face, making me giggle. He looked at me fondly as he pulled away and rubbed my shoulders now with both hands. His expression changed drastically as he looked at me up and down. I was wearing my white shirt tucked in my high-waist tan pants with boots and my scarf, my coat having long since been discarded upon entering the General's private study. He slid his hands down my shoulders and grabbed my thin hips, making me blush a little.
"We still have an hour before the lesson starts"
Even though he hadn't said anything more, I knew what the General wanted, and to be honest, I was craving it too. I was craving his touches and feeling his uniform against my naked and heated skin as he made me bounce on his hard member, with firm hands planted on my backside or my hips and telling me how beautiful I was. I found myself getting addicted to his caresses and I was glad that he hadn't taken the issue of putting his member in my mouth any further than the last, traumatizing time. I smiled shyly as I pulled off my scarf and let it gently to lay over General Winter's desk, one of his hands still on my hips as the other one went to unbutton my shirt slowly, teasing the newly revealed skin and making me crave his intimate touches even more.
He walked over to his chair and pulled me to his lap by the open collar of my shirt, kissing me passionately as he sat me on his lap. His kiss was gentle but passionate and I never got used to the feeling of having his tongue inside my mouth, but it made me feel wanted and desired, and I had craved for that feeling for so long. It had been too long since the General had touched me for the last time and I was desperate for some release. My fingers just weren't enough.
"Unbuckle my pants and take it out"
I did as I was told, as I was a very obedient boy, like the General had once told me. I unbuckled his pants and took out his hard member, which had been poking me on my backside ever since I sat on his lap. He groaned at the contact of my hand and told me, breathlessly, to remove my pants but nor my shirt, as it would be too complicated to put all my clothes back on when we were done. I lowered my pants just enough for my backside to be exposed and sat back on the General's lap with his member rubbing against my round bottom.
"Put it in, be a good boy"
He said, breathlessly again. I didn't know what was wrong with him, he had never been this breathless before we started to do it, but I didn't think much of it at that very moment, as my arousal was too demanding and the demon inside of me was screaming at me to do it already. So I was a good boy and slowly put his member inside of me. It hurt a lot at first, but I was accustomed to the feeling already. In spite of that, the pain was unbearable. I had forgotten how painful the penetration was, actually. But when I was fully seated on the General's lap I released a moan of pleasure as my sweet spot was hit, dead on. The General breathed heavily as he pushed me up and down.
Our slow rhythm was enough for both of us, as it was still a little bit painful for me and the General seemed to be a little out of breath for some reason. When he finally released inside of me, he was completely out of breath and I began worrying, coming down of my high after having released on my underwear. I put my hand on his chest and looked down at him.
"Are you alright, General?"
"I'm fine, just need a little bit of fresh air"
I nodded and stood up, pulling up my pants and went to open the window. The air coming from outside was chilly and sent shivers out my spine, as my shirt was half open and out of my pants, but I did it for the General to feel better. I didn't want anything bad happening to him.
"Are you sure you are ok, General?"
"I think so"
I was so terribly worried.