The old man sat on the bare ground and waited allowing his audience to settle. About them people wondered and ran hither and fro collecting, buying and haggling in the busy market of Nishapur. Somehow in this corner there was a silence that seemed expectant as the youngsters and their elders waited for the man to speak.
To look at him would have meant nothing since he seemed so old and weary. His garb was worn and dusty, it spoke of him being a wanderer and a vagabond. Yet a second glance would show a sparkling set of eyes and the dust seemed to shine as diamonds about him. Slowly he lifted his eyes and scanned the expectant crowd. A slight smile lifted the corner of his lip and he stroked his grey dust matted beard.
"God has been good to me and I have seen many things," his deep melodious voice caught them in its invisible net and he felt an inaudible sigh spread over the audience.
"Let me tell you of someone I met..."
He was called Aziz and he was a humble tailor in the great city of Samarkand. He was a poor man of a mere eighteen summers who scratched a living as a cobbler yet his heart was pure and filled with joy. Many a maid sighed with desire when they saw young Aziz for he was a well built man with a deep chest and strong arms and legs but consider no man perfect for even as his body was of one of God's Ifrits his dick was the size of a small nut. How humiliated he felt when he was naked before others and he hid from all his fellow men.
So he always cast his eyes to the ground and would think himself unworthy of any love though love he did. Next door lived a rich man and he had a daughter also of eighteen summers and he had seen this daughter of the rich man from a gap in the strong wall that the rich man had built about his house.
This rich man was a greedy man and he would not share his wealth and he kept the beauty of his daughter from the world. Every evening he would have her dance naked for him and his lust-filled eyes would caress her nakedness. How can I describe her beauty how her dark hair would was as the sea over her pale gold body. Her breasts were as full and firm as the ripest pomegranates. Her buttocks as juicy as a perfect peach and her pubis clear of any hair so that her full fleshy lips were a gift to be seen and full of promise.
For though her father lusted for her he kept her whole and intact, no man had been with her for he had determined that she would be his alone and then only to watch for it is known that God punishes the perverted who corrupt their own flesh and he feared a just punishment. But even as he lusted for his beautiful daughter Aziz watched from the slim crack in the wall and his heart had been filled with love for this precious dancer.
How he would pray for her kisses and to touch her perfection but he also feared her laughter when she saw what was between his legs and silently he would shake his head knowing that she was beyond him. Little did he know that she had seen him but once and fallen deeply into loves arms. For as she danced for the old lecher that was her father she imagined she danced for him alone and that his full lips would whisper her name, Yasmin.
So it was that he was visiting the humble tomb of his father that he stumbled on the dirt path and found a dirty brass bottle covered in ancient writings. He was alone when he rubbed the earth from its surface and it shook violently in his hands until red smoke spewed from the spout that he had unstopped. Thunder seemed to echo throughout the deserted valley as the smoke rose into the air to form and naked red giant his black hair tied into a queue.
"Who has released me?" this creature thundered into the air.
Between his legs Aziz gazed upwardly at this giant barely seeing the head as the massive balls and cock swung above his head.
Somehow he squeaked,"It was me oh Great One."
Suddenly the creature swung his arm with preternatural swiftness and picked the trembling young man gently and placed him in his palm that was twice the size of Aziz's Workshop. Black eyes held Aziz in their gaze and seemed to crush the man with the interest they showed. The Djinn for my listeners it was one of those dreadful creatures of the primeval fire stroked his beard and thin moustache as he looked at the fearful creature he cradled in his hand.
"So Mortal do you know what you have done," the Djinn boomed though more gently.