His Husband

Amr walked in to find his husband Nasr. He wore an apron as he was washing crops in their house's fountain. Nasr's father was a genius, having learned a variety scientific quirks from a friend from the Mediterranean. One of these quirks was the indoor flow of nile water Nasr's father installed as a gift to the two as a wedding gift. Due to a mix of the difficulty installing it, as well as a real lack of need for more, the village has left Amr and Nasr the important task as polisher to all of their trades. Traders seem to like their crops and pottery and other wares when all of it was not completely covered in mud and sand.

Amr set the basket of barley on their kitchen table as he watched his husband rinsed off a large pot in their fountain. The slick layer of fur on his body clung to his skin, having become wet and shiny from the fountain water, wearing nothing but an apron as Amr's eyes wandered down to Nasr's ass.

Amr may be biased, having known Nasir since they were pups and having been lovers since their early teens, but Amr could not think of anybody with a more perfect ass. It was not too firm, not to squishy and just the right size. Amr just wanted to bite it whenever he saw it, especially since it belonged to no one but him as his husband. It was then, thinking about Nasr's juicy mounds did Amr feel the ache of his throbbing erection.

As Nasr emptied out a water jug, clearing it of dust and sand did he almost drop it as he felt a pair of hands cross over his abdomen and a throbbing erection rest against his back.

"Amr, you scared me!"

"I missed you," said Amr, his hands feeling Nasr's leen body as his hands crawled under his apron.

"Please Amr, I have to finishing washing everything. Have you even finished in the fields?"

"Sunset is hours away," as Amr licked Nasr's neck.

Amr felt immense satisfaction as he saw something grow beneath Nasr's apron.