The Three-Day Pass
by:
JoyStick
© 2008 by the author
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"Fazzi was not my slave we were true lovers.
You said this yourself many times. We each gave his love to the other. If you
wish I will teach you. From now on it shall be me who is the teacher." Joseph
smiled. "I will be gentle and take it easy with you, my virgin flower."
"Well I'm not really a virgin." Allie smiled. "But, will it be O.K. if I play
the virgin?"
"Come shall we go to bed now or will you want me to wine and dine you first and
then seduce you?"
Chapter 37
"Let's get to bed. It's been an eventful day," Allie said as
Joseph took him by the arm and lead him up to the second floor. "How do we do
this? I was always the seducer. I've never been seduced."
"Your part is easy," Joseph said. "You just make like you're an
innocent eighteen-year-old boy and I do all the ravishing of your body as I take
your innocence and destroy your sexy ass."
"I was never an innocent eighteen-year-old," Allie smiled. "By
the time I was that old, I had lost my virginity and screwed half the men and
women in my village."
"With a cock the size of yours I can see why. Well, try to
pretend it anyway," Joseph said as he led the way to one of the doors on the
landing and opened it. After allowing the Arab to enter the room, Joseph walked
up behind him and placed his arms around him and hugged him.
"You know this was the room where Fazzi's daughter slept. I don't
think any man was ever permitted to enter here. I know that I was never allowed
in when she and Mary were living here. Fazzi, that old fox, kept a stern eye on
her. He expected to see blood on those sheets on our wedding night. She was a
beauty and a true virgin," he said running his hands over Allie's chest. "It was
on that bed, over there, that I was supposed to bust her cherry and give my
father-in-law blond-headed, blue-eyed children. Things didn't work out that way
so I guess it's going to be you instead of her that I will bust open," he said
as he removed Allie's tie and undid his shirt and let it slip off his shoulders
as he let it fall to the floor.
Still hugging him close, he reached around the muscular body and
with his fingers he undid the Arab's belt buckle and let it hang open as he
undid the button and slowly unzipped his zipper. The pants, too, soon joined the
shirt and tie on the floor. Reaching around and hooking his thumbs into the
elastic waistband he lowered his under shorts over his big long cock and let
them fall to join the rest of his clothes pilled around his feet. While Allie
stepped out of the pile of clothes, Joseph took the big cock in his hand and ran
his nimble fingers over the shaft. "It's a pity to let this beauty just whither
away. You know the old saying, if you don't use it - you lose it. However my
love, don't worry too much. I'm sure we will find a use for it later."
Allie leaned back into Joseph's encompassing arms and said, "I
sure hope so, as it's beginning to hurt like hell right now and I don't want it
to shrivel up."
Spinning him around, Joseph pushed him back against the bed
forcing him to lie down on his back. As he stared up at Joseph, he could see the
soldier performing an erotic strip tease, removing his own clothes, piece by
piece, twilling them on a finger and letting them fly through the air to join
the others on the floor.
When he was nude, he
made several sexy poses that made Allie's cock jump. His 'Dance of the Seven
Veils' over, he spread Allie's legs and knelt between them. Removing his shoes
and socks he gave the feet a tongue bath working his tongue up to his balls.
Then holding the Arab's cock in one hand he lowered his mouth to the big hanging
balls and kissed and sucked on them. Alternating between the two hanging gonads
and the big hard cock between them, he proceeded to lick, suck, and nibble on
the delicate meat. Lifting Allie's feet up onto the bed, he started to lick
Allie's juicy buttocks. His tongue soaked the balls and moved over to the
rosebud. Up and down the erotic zone he kissed and licked. It was driving the
Arab crazy.
"Yussef." he moaned
and shook his head from side to side as he spread his legs wider and wider.
Joseph drilled his tongue into the rosebud and used his fingers to spread his
ass hole apart. He blew cool air into the hole and watched as the hole opened
and contracted. "That feels so good. Fuck me, please-do it fast before I grab
you and ......" he said as he wrapped his legs around Joseph's head.
"Not quite yet,
darling," Joseph said as he ran his fingers over the strong legs and pulled them
apart. Bending down he placed his cock head on the rosebud and rubbed it back
and forth and around the black hole. "Now, beg me to fuck you! You have to plead
for it. Today you were a very bad boy. A very, very bad boy and I should spank
you. I should take my belt and whip your man pussy. You demeaned me in front of
the Imam. You made me look like I was unable to handle that man," he said as he
grabbed Allie's cock and his own and put them together and jerked them off. "You
sand-eating Bedouin son of a bitch, no one makes a fool out of me! Now, beg for
it --- tell me how you want it. Do you want it on all fours like the animal you
are, or on your back like a woman?"
"Why are you so
belligerent?" questioned Allie. "You are destroying every fantasy that I had
about you."
"You think you are the
only one here that has those crazy dreams. I, too, have fantasies just like you.
In mine, I am a soldier in the conquering army; you are the enemy and I have
your ass in my power, and I'm going to fuck you into submission," Joseph
growled. "It's what you wanted to do to me, isn't it? Admit it! That's what you
had planned for me. Well, turnabout is fair play," he said, gritting his teeth
and taking one bite after another out of Allie's ass.
"Stop! What the hell
is going on here?" Allie shouted as he tried to fight off Joseph. "I thought we
were going to be lovers."
"Lovers? Not lovers!
You are about to become my slave! Allie boy! You will be my fucking Arab slave,
a slave to your Christian Master," Joseph said as he drove his tongue into the
ass hole and then withdrew it over and over again until the Arab was moaning and
pleading with him to stop.
"Stop? We are just
getting started. This is what you had in mind for me, wasn't it? You wanted me
to sit on that rail busting cock of yours while you drilled it deep inside of me
splitting me in half. Then you wanted me to ride it up and down till it came out
of my throat. Admit it! Isn't that what you wanted? Didn't you picture yourself
mounted on your desert charger riding before the cheering masses of your tribe
holding up your new trophy, a Christian pig skewered on your Arab sword? Well,
it is not going to happen this time. No, this time you are the one to get
skewered."
"OHHHHHHHHH, yes my
Christian slave Master. I love it when you talk so forceful. You set me and my
bowels afire," Allie moaned. "I never realized it but I've been so wrong all
these years. I've really wanted to be mastered. All these years I was doing to
others what I wanted done to me."
"You and Fazzi...Both
of you. Those were almost his exact words."
Joseph reached into
the night table drawer and took out the KY jelly and squeezed a bit on his
finger. He placed it on the rosebud and pushed. Allie cringed as the finger
entered his tight hole. In and out he wiggled it. Then he removed it and
squirted more on the open hole and using two fingers, and then three, he worked
the jelly in. Then he placed the condom on himself and lifted Allie's legs and
rested them on his shoulders and maneuvered his cock head on the hole and shot
his hips forward penetrating the man-pussy. Allie screamed as the soldier buried
his cock deep into the ass. Then he removed it to the cock head and then thrust
forward again. In and out, over and over, his ass moving as a blur. He grabbed
Allie's long cock and worked it at the same rhythm as he fucked him. Each time
Joseph bottomed out, Allie yelled YESSSSSSSSSSSS. And on the up swing he would
draw his cock over the button causing Allie to squeeeeze his asshole in orgasmic
pleasure. Joseph could feel Allie's asshole open as he pulled back and it made
that plopping sound. He began to let his cock head just clear the hole, and when
he heard it plop, he punched it back in. Over and over he did this. Then as he
felt the Arab cock burst between their stomachs, he threw his head back, rammed
forward with all his might, and roared like a banshee as he came, also.
Allie lay on the bed
his eyes closed, his mouth open as if he were going to scream. But the room and
everything was silent. Then in a weak voice, Allie said, "Oh, my God, that was
wonderful. I never thought it could be that good. I want more. Can we do it
again?"
"Ohh, we are going to
do it again. Yes, we are," Joseph said as he rolled off the Arab. "But first I
want to shower and have you scrub my back. So, you have no objection to being my
permanent bottom?"
"No. You know I never
thought I would like it, but I do," Allie gushed. "You said that you and Fazzi
were going to experiment and you were going to try to bottom for him."
"Yes, I did say that
and who knows? I might have done it. When you develop in a relationship like we
were in, after a while you want to please each other in anyway you can."
"Did I please you as
much as Fazzi? Was I as good as him? Do you think that you and I could develop
that type of???"
"I don't want to spoil
you, but you were much better; after all, you are younger and in much better
shape than he was," Joseph admitted. "Fazzi was good but then there was also a
slight hang-up in his love making. I always detected a little bit of hesitation
or unwillingness to commit his whole body, mind, and soul to me. I felt there
was always something he was hiding from me."
"As far as I could
tell, the man was deeply in love with you. He told me this any number of times.
The night before he died, told me again that he was so much in love with you
that he was going to take you on his next trip home. He wanted you to meet his
family and he wanted you to love his country. What do you think it could have
been that he was hiding from you?"
"I don't know but it
had to do with this other life of his. I am sure he had one," Joseph said as he
got up to get ready for his shower. "It was, at times, like he had another life
back in Syria. A life that, once or twice, I thought he was going to let me in
on, but he never did."
"Why would you think
that?" Allie said guardedly.
"It was a feeling,
nothing definite, just a feeling. You see, his wife and daughter filled me in on
his escapades in Lebanon. I knew all about the shit he pulled there, but I got
that from them. He would never talk about it to me or tell me what he was doing
here in the U.S.," he sighed. "Like this trip back home to see his family. This
whole family bit is strange."
"How come?"
"Well, if he did have
family and they were as poor as he said they were, you would think that they
would have tried to get hold of some of his inheritance. He called me and told
me that he had wanted to repair the riff. I think he even said that he had done
it, or was about to do it. I can't be sure which, as the connection was not very
good. Then to be killed by a relative, it just does not make any sense."
"It makes perfect
sense to an Arab. To westerners like you, it might not. That's because, while
you know a lot of book learning about Arabs and Muslims, you are an outsider and
you will never understand this," Allie laughed. "It is so typical of Arab
families, that it is the norm. It comes from our Desert heritage. Families,
clans and even friends are always fighting. We just don't have that history of
'love' that you have. To some of us, love is a dirty word. We dream of taking
our love on a desert steed and kidnapping them off to an oasis and there
screwing the hell out of them."
"You mean to tell me
that because I was an outsider, that Fazzi never was able to tell me about his
life in Syria?" Joseph asked. "His wife and daughter told me a lot of that past
life and his military service. Are you telling me that you could have a secret
life and not tell me about it? If it is, then this is not what I had hoped for.
This is not the type of relationship I want for us. It is not the relationship I
was hoping to have with Fazzi. It was not the love that we were building
together. One in which we told each other everything."
"You knew that Fazzi
was a agent for the Syrian secret service. If you were a secret service agent
you would not want Fazzi to know that would you?"
"Now don't be silly -
I am an Agent - Every military man is an agent of his government."
"And what would you
have done if Fazzi had told you it was he that had been one of the planners
behind 9/11."
"I would not have
believed him," Joseph said. "But even if I did have proof, I still don't know if
I could have turned him in."
"You mean you would
have placed him above your country?"
"I really cannot say.
And thank God, that possibility never came up. You see we are taught from a
young age that love is everything. It would have been a struggle to decide what
to do. I don't know which I would choose, country or lover. I would have hoped
that I knew him well enough to know that he would not have sanctioned the
killing of innocent people like that. What would you do?"
"You live in a dream
world. Fazzi killed many innocent people and, for your information, my love, so
have I. We are Arab. We would always choose our nation and our people!" Allie
said. "There were times that we told him that he should not have anything to do
with you. It was too dangerous for him to fall in love with an American soldier,
but he disregarded us and now I can see why."
"And why would that
be? Why are you so afraid of love and relationships? You never approved of Fazzi
and I. Why?"
"Because, my love, you
are like a worm. You bore deep into us. You have ways of getting us to say and
do or even think things that are too dangerous. You had a way of turning him
into a different person than the one we knew. And now, this latest idea of
yours, the one where we are going to sit at a table with our enemies is the most
dangerous of all."
"It was not my idea.
It came from Fazzi. You see that's what I mean. You call me 'my love', but you
really don't love me or anyone else, either. Love is trust, and you don't trust
me. Not only don't you trust me - you don't trust anyone. Not even one of your
own. Not even Fazzi. Even when you are given 80 to 90 percent of what you want,
you are never satisfied. No, you insist on shooting yourself in the foot by
demanding everything. And if you were given everything, you would only demand
more and destroy what you have been given. There is this wholesale need to cut
your own throat in order to get what you want. But, the only thing you do is
bleed to death. You know the Arabic word for catastrophe, 'Nakba', well, my
love; the Arab people bring on every catastrophe that has ever befallen them.
This irrational hatred of things not to your concept of living is doing you in.
You do not trust even your friends. And that includes me."
"I do, too, trust you,
Yussef. Someday I will prove it to you. Like I said, you do have this ability to
wrap us around you little finger and get us to do things we should not do," he
said as he got off the bed and took Joseph into the bathroom where he turned on
the water and adjusted it. "Is this warm enough for you, lover?"
'Yes," Joseph said
letting the water run down his head and over his body cleaning the 'stink of
sex' off him. He felt the Arab take the washcloth and soap it up and rub his
shoulders and underarms. He was soon enmeshed with Allie's cleaning him and he
closed his eyes and just enjoyed the strong fingers on his skin.
"I
see you are enjoying this. It is nice that we can shower together. I don't like
when we fight. I am sorry about what I did with the Imam. I will go see him and
try to apologize," Allie said. "You see, you did have this power over, not only
Fazzi, but now me, to get us to do what you want."
"There is no need to
do that now. What's done is done. Maybe you were right. Perhaps a little force
was needed," Joseph said. "Once he is used to it - he might begin to like it.
Just like you bottoming for me."
Joseph, taking him in
his arms, kissed him, and while their bodies rubbed against each other, he ran
his fingers up and down the Arab's back while he moved his mouth to his throat
and nibbled the soft skin there. The water kept falling upon them and cascading
to the floor, cleaning and refreshing them. Joseph eased him back against the
shower walls and moved his face and lips down to his nipples. There he sucked
them into his mouth and teased them with his tongue. He could feel the Arab's
big cock against his body. Hot and throbbing as he reached down and grabbed hold
of it. He worked his hot lips down the wet body kissing and licking until he
came in contact with the cock head. He felt Allie's fingers in his hair as they
pulled his face and mouth onto his manhood.
He rolled it over his
tongue and then pushed it out of his mouth. His tongue flitted in and out on the
cock head and then he ran the huge cock all over his face and neck. It was hard
as a rock and leaking. He took it into his mouth again and sucked it deep as the
head floated down his throat. His throat sang around the shaft. As Allie pumped
it in and out, Joseph manipulated his testicles and grabbed onto his ass.
Spreading the globes apart he inserted a finger and played with his prostate.
Rubbing and sucking, Allie again came. The water revived him somewhat but he was
satisfied for the evening.
"Let's go to bed,"
Joseph said. "I think we can both use a good night's sleep."
"Yes, Habibi. A good
night's sleep. Yussef … I love you......"
Posted: 01/30/09
To be continued...
