Aladdin's First Time

By A. Anders

Before Aladdin met Jasmine, or the genie, he was a boy painfully alone on the streets. No one cared whether he lived or died until he met the boy who would transform his life.

Rami, was a person unlike any other. Running from a smoke monster when Aladdin first sees him, Aladdin learns that this mysterious boy has a secret, he cries golden tears.

Helpless to the boy’s charms, Aladdin is seduced by him. And, when their naked bodies touch for the first time, Aladdin discovers a part of himself he didn’t know existed.

But, will their innocent love survive Aladdin’s hesitation about being with a boy? Will either of them survive the power sorcerer who will stop at nothing to retrieve Rami? With danger around ever turn for these beautiful boys, their time together might be running out fast.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RateABull Publishing
• Release date: Jul 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463254448

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Chapter 1

Aladdin looked down at the man with his large belly and face pressed against the bed. He reminded Aladdin of a shaved camel. More than that, the man was snoring. He knew this snore. This was a drunk-off-his-ass, passed out snore. Aladdin had seen him playing Sic bo at the casino that night. He was drinking a lot and winning a lot. If fact, that was why Aladdin was in his room now.

When a person grows up on the streets without parents or anyone to care about them, they didn’t have many options in life. So when Aladdin got in good with the owner of the local casino, and the owner offered him a job, he took it. The casino owner employed him to collect back the winnings from anyone who had too big of a night.

Aladdin knew that this was unfair. But, to Aladdin, life wasn’t about being fair. It was about survival. He left fairness for the Sultan and everyone else who didn’t have to worry about finding their next meal.

If I were visiting this city for a week, where would I hide my winnings? Aladdin asked himself.

Aladdin knew this room. He had been in it before. This was an inn where a lot of people stayed when they had money and came to the city. He had been employed to collect back the winnings of its residents before. Most of the people who stayed there hid their money at the bottom of their travel trunk. This guy hadn’t done that, however. So, where could he have hidden it?

Although the room still looked like no one had searched it, Aladdin had gone through everything. He had even searched the man himself. The money was nowhere. Aladdin was about to resign himself to the idea that the man had given it to someone before he had entered the room, when he spotted somewhere he hadn’t searched.

Every room in the fancier hotels came with a bathroom bucket. It was nowhere that even a thief would go near. After all, what type of person would put something they valued in there? It was the dirtiest of dirty places… which, of course, would make it the perfect hiding spot.

Aladdin’s young face twisted just thinking about what he was going to do next. The bathroom bucket had a heavy lid on it to seal off the smell of whatever was inside. The purpose of the bucket was to be a quick place to pee. But considering one of the jobs he had as a child was to clean them out, he knew what sometimes ended up in there.

With all of those awful memories coming racing back, Aladdin stared the bucket down and gathered his will. There was no way he was going to be able to return to his boss empty-handed, at least without there being dangerous consequences. So, he had to at least check it just so he could say that he did.

Leading with his shoulder as if he was about to run away, Aladdin eased up to it. He had had so many bad memories. But crouching down and slowly lifting the lid, he got a whiff of what came out. Apparently, this man had used the bucket for what it was intended. It wasn’t going to be so back. So, removing the lid and looking down, he saw the liquid which had been expected as well as something large and dark laying within it.

Aladdin was about to return the lit thinking it was something else. But, he paused. Remembering that there was no additional scent, he leaned down and took a closer look. The large brown thing was a pouch. Back at the casino, Aladdin had seen the man put his winnings into a pouch. This was it. He had found it. Now he just needed to reach into the bucket and collect it.

When Aladdin hesitated to stick his hand into it, he realized just how clever of a hiding spot this was. He was going to have to remember this if he could ever afford to stay in a fancy inn, and owned something valuable enough to hide.

Aladdin admired the man for being the only one to think of this. He didn’t admire the man enough to leave his winnings where they were. After all, stealing it back was all a part of the game. But he would make it up to him in another way if he could. He was definitely not going to pick his pocket later if he saw him at the market.

Good move, Aladdin said looking at the sleeping camel again. Well played.

Collecting the pouch, he held it over the bucket trying to shake off the liquid. Dipping it up and down, he allowed his attention to turn to the window. It was very early in the morning. It was the quiet time after the bars had closed and the morning hustle hadn’t yet begun. This was when the city was at its most peaceful. Aladdin liked this time. This was when he could forget about all of his troubles and just take a second to breathe.

It was for that reason that the sound of someone breathlessly running disturbed him. Scanning the streets below, it took a while for Aladdin to spot him. When he did, it was as the guy turned onto the narrow passageway in front of the inn.

Intrigued, Aladdin quickly shook off the pouch’s remaining remanence and approached the window. Tucking the pouch in his pants, he focused on what was happening outside. In the moonlight, the runner looked about his age, though physically a little smaller than Aladdin. And the boy looked terrified.

What had made him so scared? Aladdin wondered. It didn’t take long for him to figure it out.

At first, Aladdin thought he was seeing dust kicking up from where the boy had run. But quickly he realized that that wasn’t it. Whatever it was wasn’t settling. In fact, the further behind the runner Aladdin looked, the thicker the cloud became.

Looking closer, Aladdin realized that this wasn’t dust, or a cloud at all. It was smoke. The smoke was pouring off of what could only be described as some sort of monster.