The Three-Day Pass
by:
JoyStick
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Allie pulled him close to
himself and kissed his lips. "I have missed you so much," he whispered into
Joseph's ear as he pushed him back onto the bed. "Come! Now, it is time for me
to once again become your sex slave. Only you can and must tame that wild beast
that is in me. I need you to turn me from King Kong into Fay Wray. I need my
strong white hunter to tame me. Come Master, let's stop this crap and get to
bed. We have wasted too much time already," he said as he started to remove
Joseph's suit jacket and tie.
"Damn it Allie! I said stop! And I mean it." Joseph said in as controlled a tone
as he could. "Look, Allie, it's not that I don't want you - both you and Allah
know I do," he lied. "But until that 'old man', as you call him, tells me
directly that he not only approves of our sleeping together, but it is permitted
- that 'CRAP' is law. I was serious when I told you I wanted to become a good
Muslim. Being a good Muslim requires that you submit to the will of Allah and
his appointed teachers. This I intend to try to do. Now, get the hell out of
here before I press the service button and have the steward come in and forcibly
remove you!"
Chapter 45
"But!" Allie said as he started to move toward Joseph.
"Stop right there," Joseph warned as he picked up the buzzer and placed his
thumb on the button. "Take one more step and I'll press this and have the
security people throw you out of the plane over the ocean. I'm told that was one
of my late father's favorite methods of disposing of his ex-lovers."
"You wouldn't do that," said Allie with a smirk on his face, but, never the
less, he stopped in his tracks. "Would you?"
"Just try me!" Joseph said his blue eyes staring into Allie's now frightened
eyes, "You know what they say, 'like father, like son'."
"OK, I'll leave, but this is not the last you will see of me." Allie whispered
and dropped his hands, turned, opened the door a bit to check that there was no
one in the aisle and then left the room.
After Allie left Joseph summoned the Steward and asked if he knew who the
visitor was that had just left his room.
"Yes, I do, sir," he said. "Is there anything wrong?"
"He is to remain confined in the crew area for the remainder of the flight, even
if you have to handcuff him. You may release him once we get off the plane. Do I
make myself clear?
"Yes sir, I'm sorry that happened. He told us you knew him, that you were good
friends and he wanted to surprise you. I will take care of the problem and see
to it that you will not be disturbed again."
Joseph relaxed and locked the door and returned to his bed, lay down and was
soon asleep. He woke up many hours later and again rang for the steward.
There was a knock on the door and a voice said, "Steward here, sir. May I be of
assistance?"
Joseph got off the bed and opened the door and seeing it was the steward, he
asked him in. "Steward, how much longer until we land."
"About three hours. We are making good time. I was just about to wake you and
ask if perhaps you would like something to eat now. I have just received a
message from His Eminence detailing your welcoming at the airport. He has quite
a ceremony set up."
"Oh, he need not have gone to any trouble. I hope I will not embarrass either
him or myself."
"I'm sure you won't, sir. And just to make sure that all goes well; after you
eat I can go over the arrangements and prep the three of you for the event. I'm
sure you and the Worthingtons will do just fine. We will be landing and then we
will taxi to a private V.I.P. area where the Emir and our President will be
waiting to welcome you to Syria in the name of our people. The whole thing
should not take too long."
"The President?" Joseph said. "My, I guess we must be important."
"I guess you are. The other passengers are also getting ready for dinner. We
were just getting ready to serve them in about twenty minutes in the main
stateroom. Would you like to join them now?"
"Yes, that would be nice. I will wash-up, change my clothes and join them in a
few minutes. What is the weather like in Damascus?"
"This time of year; hot, very hot! I would wear something light. Are you sure
you will be ready in twenty minutes?"
"I should be."
"Very well then, sir. Dinner in twenty minutes."
Joseph washed and joined the others at the table where a nice meal was served.
"This is not your usual airline food," Richard said. "I could even get used to
this."
"Yes, it is rather good. The steward was telling me that when we land there is
to be a formal welcoming ceremony," Joseph said. "It appears that we are to get
the 'Red Carpet' treatment." Then, seeing the look of anxiety on the faces of
Sara and Richard, he added, "but we are not to worry because after we finish
dinner, the steward will take us through the process step by step and prepare
us."
After dinner was finished and cleared away, the steward returned holding a small
gift-wrapped box, which he placed on the table in front of himself. He then
described how the plane would land and taxi up to a fenced-in area. "After the
landing and taxi, the door will open and Joseph followed by the Worthingtons
will alight the steps to the tarmac, where three children will present each of
you with welcoming flowers. The Emir will then welcome you and introduce you to
the President. The Emir's wife will then welcome Mr. and Mrs. Worthington and
escort the two of you to one of the waiting air-conditioned limousines. Joseph
will then be asked to review the Honor Guard after which the President will say
a few parting words. He will then leave and Joseph and the Emir will travel
together in his limo while the Worthingtons will travel in his wife's limo to
His Eminence's home. That's all there is to it. Are there any questions?"
They looked at each other and shook their heads indicating that they understood.
"It sounds simple enough," Joseph said. "Is there anything else?"
"Yes, one more thing. A rather delicate matter." The steward said shyly, as he
picked up the box and handed it to Sara. "The wife of the Emir has asked me to
present this welcoming gift to you. She picked it out herself. It is a black
scarf and most married women in our country wear it in public. She wanted me to
stress that this was not required but that she would like you to wear it over
your hair, but only if it pleases you to do it."
Sara opened the box and removed the sheer black lace scarf. "Oh! It's beautiful;
I shall be pleased to wear it. Is this made in Syria? I would love to buy some
more to give as gifts to my friends back home."
The steward, smiling and heaving a sigh of relief said, "Yes ma'am, I think the
Emir's wife had a shopping tour planned for you and you can ask her. I am sure
she will be pleased to see that you not only like her gift, but are gracious
enough to honor our customs."
After they sat down in their seats, Joseph leaned over to Sara and whispered
that she had handled her first test very diplomatically. "Now all I have to do
is to get through the rest of the day without any problems."
"I am sure you will do fine. Just be relaxed and be yourself. They will love you
just as we do," she said. "Oh! Look out the window. I think the sun is coming
up. In a few hours we will be on the ground and the welcome will be over and
past us."
Light as a feather the plane touched down and taxied to the gate. Joseph,
looking out could see the welcoming committee. They were all standing under a
canvas tarp, which made it look like a Bedouin encampment. The door opened and
Joseph started down the steps and turned to assist Sara who was wearing the lace
scarf with the ends flipped over her shoulders. Richard brought up the rear.
When they were all on the tarmac, three girls came forward and presented each of
them with flowers. Joseph bent his head to the girl and took the flowers with
his left hand as she said in slightly accented English, "Welcome to Syria". Then
taking her right hand in his, he lifted it to his lips and kissed it.
The girl giggled and smiled and Joseph noticed a very pretty face, with the
darkest brown eyes and whitest teeth he had seen in a long time. It reminded him
of that first Friday in Fazzi's home when he had looked into the eyes of Fazzi's
daughter. "What a lovely way to be welcomed." Joseph said and added, "Your
English is excellent. Thank you my dear, we are very glad to be here." The girl
bowed her head and moved to the side as the Emir came up and threw his arms
around Joseph and welcomed him in true Arab style by kissing him on both cheeks.
Joseph introduced the Worthingtons to the Emir and he, in turn, introduced the
three of them to the President. After all the introductions were over, Joseph
was asked to review the Honor Guard while Sara and Richard were taken over to an
air conditioned limousine where they waited for the formal welcoming to end.
After inspecting the Guard, the President said his goodbyes and The Emir and
Joseph got into their limo and drove off followed by the other limo.
"Most impressive, but totally unnecessary." Joseph said." You make me feel like
I am a big shot or something."
"Well, Yussef you are, as you say, 'a big shot'", the Emir said and asked, "I
hope your flight was comfortable? Is there anything in particular you would like
to see while you are here? Yussef, I do have a big tour planned but if there is
something in particular you would like to see, just let me know and I will
arrange it for you."
"Jamaal," Joseph said using the Emir's name, "There is something that I would
like to do first off, before we even go to your home--- if I can and it is not
too much trouble for you."
"And what might that be?"
"I would like to visit my father's grave. These flowers that were given to me, I
would like to place them on his grave and let him know that I have fulfilled one
of his last wishes by coming to his country and also pay my respects to him."
Joseph requested.
The Emir tried almost unsuccessfully to choke back his tears... "Yes, my son,
that would be a most fitting way for you to begin your trip," he said as he
reached for the inter-com phone and directed his driver to change course and
also to inform the other limo of the change in plans. "I hope the Worthingtons
will understand this side trip?"
"Oh, they most likely will. Have you forgotten that they both knew and respected
Fazzi almost as much as I did? I am sure they will want to pay their respects as
much as I do. I hope this is not a problem for you."
"No, no problem at all," said the Emir. "By the way, how did you like the girl
that presented you with the flowers."
"She was very beautiful and poised." Joseph said a bit warily. "A most lovely
way to be greeted."
"I'm glad you think so. She is my granddaughter, your future wife. I wanted you
to meet her and see if you like her. I think she was taken with you. I could see
the light in her eyes when you kissed her hand." The Emir said. "The other two
were also my granddaughters. If she does not please you, perhaps one of the
others will."
"You swindling, devious and treacherous old goat," Joseph said shaking his
finger at the old man, "if I wasn't so pleased with the prospect of taking that
lovely creature to my bed when she becomes a woman, I would take you over my
knee and spank you."
"I take it then that you will accept her as your wife and are not angry with me
for my deception?"
"No, I am not angry at you for that, but I am very displeased with you for
something else you seem to have done."
"What is that? Tell me and I will make it right!" The Emir said placing his
right hand over his heart. "I want no barriers between you and me."
"It is this problem with Allie and me." Joseph said and he then told him about
the incident on the plane.
"That idiot! I did not know that he had stowed away on the plane. Yussef, my son
I will confess to you, we have a problem with Allie. I say we because it is a
problem, which you will have to help me solve. Your father, Fazzi, made all
kinds of promises of advancement to him when he took him on as an assistant. And
to tell the truth, I too, might have compounded the problem. As a result of
these promises he has developed these delusions of grandeur and has developed
hopes of replacing me as Emir someday. I assure you that there was not and never
will be any chance of that! The man never had the tact or brains for that to
ever become a possibility. However since you have entered the picture, he has
become very jealous and downright dangerous. He has become what you could call
'a young Turk' and has attracted a small but strong following. It appears that
it has now developed to a point where even I must be careful not to hurt his
feelings. It would appear that his feelings for you have always been strong.
Stronger than either Fazzi or I could have thought. They have taken over his
mind and, for the time being, there are things that I must do in order to
control him. That is where you come in," the Emir said as they passed through
the gates of the cemetery. "Ahhhhh, here we are. We are approaching your
father's grave now. We will talk of this privately later at home when we have
more time."
The cars stopped and they got out and approached the gravesite on foot. It was a
beautiful site with a marble stone containing Fazzi's name, along with his rank
and listed his service to the nation. Joseph and the Worthingtons placed their
flowers on the grave and Joseph stepped back a bit and gave the grave a snappy
military salute and said in Arabic, "I'm sorry I'm not in uniform, I know how
you loved to see me that way Dad, but I am no longer in the service and my
civilian clothes will have to do." He stood there at attention for a few moments
and then did a snappy about face and walked back to the car.
"That was very respectful of you Yussef. I am sure that Fazzi returned your
salute." The Emir said with tears in his eyes as he closed the door and ordered
the driver to continue on to the residence.
Later, after the visitors had settled themselves in their rooms, the Emir took
the time to continue his discussion about Allie.
"Allie thinks he has me in a corner. And for now, that is how I want him to
feel," the Emir stated. "I know I told you that you were not to continue your
liaisons with him. I said it because that first night when I stayed at your home
I suspected, for some reason, that you did not like having these relationships
with him. It appeared to me that you were only looking for a valid reason to
stop them anyway. And I was only too happy to provide you with one. Was I right
in this assumption?"
"Was it that apparent? I did not know it showed that much," said Joseph. "Yes,
by then I had realized that our affair was a mistake right from the beginning."
"Anyway, I knew you wanted to be a proper Muslim so I provided you with this
chance and you proved your fidelity by kicking him out. However, he has now
threatened to do damage to me by joining with others and he would like to force
me to announce him as my successor. This, I cannot permit. If ever there was
anyone so totally unfit to take my place, it is Allie. After much debate, he
reluctantly agreed to bow to my will on this but he has named his price for his
continuing his support of me. That price is, to put it disgustingly, your body.
For now he must be contained. I will not force you to do this. Do you think you
can help me? Will you help me?"
"If you want me to sleep with him again-the answer is no!" Joseph said. "Like I
said before, he caught me at a bad time, right after Fazzi's death. I made a
mistake then and I'm not going to do it again."
"Not even if I ask you to do it for my sake?"
"I would do anything for you, Jamaal, but this is too much to ask of me...."
"Then, Yussef, you leave me with only one option and that is to have him killed
and I don't want to do that if I don't have to," the Emir said. "The man has
rendered useful service to both me and our cause and I would not want his blood
on my hands. Perhaps you could pretend to like him, at least until you are
married and have given me a legitimate heir. By then our people will have gotten
to know you and both you and your offspring will be viewed as my rightful and
legitimate replacement and heir. As such, he will have no choice but to
recognize you as Emir."
"There is one other solution, if you want to keep your hands free of his blood
--- I could do it for you." Joseph whispered.
The Emir was shocked. "You would do that for me?"
"Well, if there is no other way."
"It may come to that but if it does, I will be the one that does it, not you. I
don't want you to enter as Emir with blood on your hands. In any event, for now
we must refrain from such extreme means."
"So, for now, you are telling me to pretend to love him? You want me to lower
myself to be a male prostitute for you."
"How crude! But yes, and not only will he be controlled, but as an added
benefit, as his confidant, you will then be in a position to learn all his plans
and report them to me. I'm sure you will find the means to entice them out of
him."
"Jamaal, you are a sneaky old goat," Joseph laughed, "you would sell your own
flesh and blood for power."
"Not only for power but just for the fun of it, to say nothing about the
possibility of making a profit also. After all, I'm an Arab! That is the way we
do things and if you are to be a member of this family, you had better get used
to it my boy."
"Jedi (my Grandfather), I love you. Your will is my will! Your command is my
order! This is really going too far, however, for you and for the sake of our
family and the new Caliphate I will have to find some way to do this and keep my
honor at the same time."
"I love the way your are now thinking of yourself as part of my family. I'm sure
you will find a way, but again, don't concern yourself too much with your
honor---learn to be an Arab."
For the next two weeks Joseph and the Worthingtons traveled all over the Middle
East, visiting hospitals, refugee camps, schools and the homes of both rich and
poor people. Joseph asked and was asked lots of questions. While he could see
that the need was very great, Joseph could also see that the means of
alleviating much, if not all, of the problems was right there in the area. There
was really no need to collect all that money from the poor people in Paterson
and distribute it here. There is money and wealth locally right here in
overabundance. However, the rich refused to share their wealth or to help those
less fortunate then themselves. Instead, they chose to throw away their
prosperity in the gambling and whorehouses of Europe, while keeping the poor at
home in very horrid conditions and situations. Food, water and sanitary
conditions were beyond belief. Alongside these miserable humans lived people who
just didn't care or else used them to fill their own pockets with money made
from the resale of food and supplies of donated medical equipment. Even the UN
was involved. Joseph was told, over and over about how one after another of the
UN's officials were lining their pockets with graft. How some of the UN soldiers
gave arms and aid to the Hezbollah and other terrorists. Even the Secretary
General's family was involved.
The last week of their visit, Joseph asked Sara and Richard if they thought
there was any hope for these people. "Yes there is hope but it is fast becoming
a quagmire. Education would help, but as soon as they graduate, they leave the
area for Europe or America." Richard said sadly. "I have seen more hope among
the untouchables of India than I see here. At least there most of the people in
power are interested in helping the poor. Here they are just using them to
ferment more problems and sickness. Here, rather than statesmen, we have
political troublemakers in charge. They do not care if their people survive or
not. In fact, I think they would rather they didn't. These poor people are their
means of staying in power and if they could retain that power without them, they
would be glad to sell them out. The social and religious factors are stacked
against them. Perhaps a complete social and religious revolution will help
change the situation, but I still doubt it will help.'
"I hate to admit it, but I tend to agree with you. The only thing that I see
that is more or less on the up and up is the Red Crescent." Sara who had been a
supporter of the Red Cross since 9/11 said sadly.
"Yes, but even they are plagued by petty corruption and have you noticed that
the local militias, or so it seems, always set up camps in or near their
facilities." Richard said.
"Yes." said Joseph. "I have noticed and when I asked one of the unit commanders
why, I was told that the hospitals needed the protection of the militia to
prevent the locals from looting and selling the medical supplies. This may be
true, but I think there are other reasons."
"And I think we might know what they are." Richard said. "As much as I enjoyed
this trip, I will be glad when we are out of here on Sunday."
"I think we all will be glad," Joseph said. "The Emir has planned a farewell
party for us Saturday and he tells me that after the official party, he has set
up a private meeting with some big Muslim leaders that he wants to introduce me
to."
When they returned to the Emir's residence Joseph went to his suite of rooms
exhausted from his trip and took a long hot shower. Afterwards feeling somewhat
refreshed from the cool air conditioned air falling on his nude body he plunked
himself down on his bed, closed the Mosquito netting, half covered himself with
a light sheet and promptly fell into a deep sleep. A while later, still in a
deep fog he felt someone slide into bed with him and snuggle up. Smiling, and
thinking it was a dream, he said and did nothing in the hope that he would not
wake up. Then he felt it. A huge erection pressing against his butt cheeks. For
one delirious moment, forgetting where he was, he thought he might be at home
spooning with Rich. Back, he pushed, against the big fat cock head. He felt the
hot tip searching for his hungry love starved hole. Two weeks of enforced
chastity. It had been too long since they had been together. Now those strong
arms were pulling him closer and closer like an octopus. He opened his eyes and
instead of Rich's white arms squeezing him he was shocked to see two olive
tentacles clawing at him. Realizing at once that this was not Paterson, New
Jersey and therefore could not be Rich, he tried to liberate himself but was
unable to do so. "Allie, what the hell are you doing here?" Joseph asked
angrily, "can't you get it through that thick head of yours I do not want this
anymore---get out or I'll call for the Emir."
Shifting his hand to cover Joseph's mouth and in effect, gagging him, Allie
whispered into Joseph's ear, "Yussef, you won't do anything of the sort, my
love. Stop this foolishness and for now let's just talk. I came to tell you that
you are in great danger here. You need me to protect you. This meeting that the
Emir has set up for Saturday, they are dangerous people and may want to kill
you. I want to protect you, not hurt you. You know that I love you and I'm
afraid for your safety. Now, please, if I uncover your mouth will you promise
not to scream?"
Joseph remained quiet, looking into Allie's pleading eyes; he then calmed
himself down and shook his head in agreement. Allie removed his hand slowly and
then leaned in and kissed Joseph's lips. At first he fought the kiss, but then
in spite of himself Joseph found himself returning the kiss. He could not help
it.
"Now that's a little better. You see I knew you could not resist me. However
perhaps we can get back to that later. For now you must listen to me, these
people you will meet are the most powerful people among the Jihadists. They are
the money people behind the ones your government views as terrorists. Without
them and their support the Jihad would not exist. They will do their best to
prevent a non-Arab from becoming Emir. They see all outsiders as evil and will
stop at nothing to prevent even your offspring from polluting the royal line.
They are the same ones that objected to Fazzi adopting you. At that time I think
they were just envious. The Emir and you must convince them that you will honor
their feelings and that you will not change anything if and when you take over."
"Why were they envious and how do you know so much about them? Joseph asked.
"All of them were personal friends of Fazzi, who was one of them himself, and
now they are mine. These are 'the connections' that Fazzi and I used to get your
friend released from Iraq. We go back a long way. We served together with Fazzi
in The Lebanon so they not only know of our sexual exploits; many of these same
people were also involved. Even today they long for the so-called 'good old
days'. They long to enslave the beautiful westerners that they see in your
movies. Your Hollywood has convinced them that you Americans are ripe figs
waiting to be plucked. They are also convinced that you westerners have this
fascination for us dark skinned people and that also explains the election of
your president. If they were made to believe that there is more to your
conversion then just your so called love of Allah, they might be willing to
accept you." Allie smiled.
"So you are telling me that a convert, no matter how sincere, has no chance."
"You are no ordinary convert! While we do have many true converts, none of them
are of the caliber nor do they have the connections to someday become our
leader. These people must be made to realize that you are not only a Muslim, but
that you are a true Jihadist. They all know me as one of them, a known and
outspoken Jihadist. When I tell them that you are my lover and that I vouch for
you, they will think twice before trying to cut your throat. I know that you,
with my help, can have them eating out of your hand and even have them kissing
your feet. They will even dream of being enslaved to you."
"You mean to tell me that having the backing of the Emir along with being his
granddaughter's husband and providing him with a male heir will not be enough?"
"Come on, Yussef, you are smarter than that, my love. While the Emir is alive
and well, he may be able to protect you. But what happens when he is dead and
with Allah? Who will be able to vouch for you then? Who will be your proof of
the right to rule this people then? His granddaughter? Don't make me laugh! You
have only to look at recent history to see the truth of what I am saying. We all
saw what happened when King Hussein of Jordan wanted the beloved son of his
American wife to rule after him. There was a palace revolution and his eldest
son was crowned instead even though he was not really fit. He was crowned
because he was of pure Arab-Moslem blood. No, it is not permitted. No Arab would
put their trust in a woman! We trust only men." Allie admitted. "We don't even
trust our own mothers. No, only a man, they know and one they fear and respect,
will satisfy them and keep them in line. Like I said, once The Emir is gone, you
will need all the help you can get to rule these people. Without me, you and
your family will be alone. Without friends or contacts. A lone American Pig
acting as our leader? The vultures would ripe you apart and eat you alive, as
well as your wife and children."
"If I were to agree to this, how would it work?" Joseph said realizing that what
Allie said had more then a grain of truth. "Besides the logistics of it, there
are the Worthingtons to consider."
"Wonderful! You are beginning to use that beautiful head of yours." Allie smiled
as he thought that he had finally convinced Joseph. "Now, here is my plan. We go
back to the way it was before. You and I are lovers just like we were before the
Emir entered the picture. Many of these people knew of your relationships with
both Fazzi and myself long before your meeting with the Emir and it did not
matter to them then and it will not matter to them now. We can make love
whenever you want. They know that you only gave me up because of what the Emir
told you. I had a long talk with His Eminence and he will no longer object or do
anything to stop us. He doesn't like it but he has pledged to me that he will
not interfere. He won't object even after you take his Granddaughter for a wife.
You will have to do your duty and have many children with her. In fact, if she
does not please you, we can arrange to have your seed implanted in her by means
other than natural and also that way insure that the children are male."
"I have already met her and I know I will welcome her into my bed." Joseph said.
"She is a beauty and I doubt I will have difficulty making love to her."
"That will make it easier. Perhaps in time when the Emir sees that the
arrangement is working out well, he might even come to accept it as a normal
thing. As long as you treat her reasonably well, you may even keep a harem with
both men and women. Such arrangements are not unusual in our world. It is done
here all the time and is commonplace in the best of households and families.
Once you are married you and I will still be allowed to continue our love
affair. His granddaughter will have nothing to say about it. As I have told you
and you have seen, you as a Moslem rule your wife not she you! Do you
understand?"
"Yes I understand that here in the Middle East it is possible, but in the United
States it will never work. You and I cannot live together there now. Before I
made this trip Rich moved into my place in Paterson. His parents sort of
insisted that we move in together. So that rules out our living or even meeting
together there."
"Well that does complicate things a bit. However, there is no need for us to use
Fazzi's house. I still have my apartment in New York City. We will be working
together at the 'Fund' all day in the city. After work, while Rich is in the
theater we could go there and make love. We could make it work. We could meet
whenever we wanted. If not every night, then we could do it two or three times a
week. Heck, you could even pick up Rich after he is done at the theater and the
two of you could go home to Paterson together. In any event, I hope you are
aware that, that part of your life will have to end in about one or two years
when you become the son-in-law of the Emir. You do realize that once you marry
His Eminence's Granddaughter, you are going to have to get rid of the actor and
his family anyway. I, and the Emir will insist that you drop him. They will be
of no further use to you or us. By that time you may even have to give up your
citizenship. Just remember, putting everything else aside, I really am in love
with you. I want you, and for now I don't care if I have to share you with him,
but only until we no longer need him and his father. By that time, you will have
control of the company."
"This is crazy. It will never work." Joseph said, "He will never relinquish
control."
"Yes, he will, the Emirate will see to it that he is retired. Anyway, we will
never know unless we try it. Will you try it?" Allie asked as he kissed Joseph
again and pulled Joseph's body against himself. Allie feeling Joseph's arousal
pressing into him moaned, "MMMmmm. I feel part of you is warming up to the idea.
It appears that he missed me almost as much as I missed you."
"Damn that penis of mine! He can't help it! You know he's such a slut!" Joseph
laughed. He leaned in and kissed Allie opening his mouth to Allie's tongue and
taking it into his mouth. First he sucked on it then he pushed it out and
followed it into Allie's hot wet mouth with his own tongue. The two of them
continued this game of tongue hockey for some minutes as Allie enclosed Joseph
in his arms and pulled him even closer to his hard body. Allie maneuvered his
penis between Joseph's legs where Joseph imprisoned the huge appendage as if it
was caught in a vise. "MMMM.. It feels so good to feel my legs embrace your
manhood again. You were right, I have missed it and I can't hide the fact that
you have made both my penis and me sluts?"
"Yes, I have known that from the start. And I have missed my slut and you now
know that there is no reason for us to deign ourselves our pleasures any longer.
I long to feel your hot rod in my body again."
"I cannot do that, my love. Not now anyway." Joseph said. "You know I will not
enter you without a......"
"A condom? I knew that, Yussef. And rather than give you a reason to back out...
I had a packet placed in the nightstand... Just in case." Allie laughed. "Take a
look. I even purchased you favorite brand."
After taking a look he smiled and lay them on top and said, "you are a devious
son of a bitch."
"I know I am. In my line of work I have to be. Enough talk! Make love to me my
slut, my King, my Kong."
"Yes! Oh yeahhhhh!" Groamed Joseph as he now enfolded Allie in his arms and
rolled on top of him, kissing and licking his lips, his eyes, his nose, his
chin, his neck and then running his tongue from the hollow of his neck up to his
chin and along the jaw line to his ear. Then first sucking on the ear lobe he
switched to nibbling on the tender meat. Next he moved his hot demanding mouth
back down to the panting Arab's heaving chest. There he licked and sucked on his
nipples, his teeth teasing and biting them hard, causing Allie to whimper and to
place his hands on the head of the blond human animal that was taking possession
of his soul as well as his body. Down, down, the ravenous beast proceeded being
guided by the fingers tangled in his flaxen hair. Down, down the strong body to
the hard-defined abdominal muscles. There his darting tongue tip journeyed over
the mountains and into the creases until it reached the navel. Covering the hole
with his lips he alternated between sucking on the hole and plowing his tongue
tip in and out of the buttonhole. Joseph's face was now working its way even
farther down. Allie's hard leaking ten inch cock at first rubbing on his neck
and chin, then along his jaw line until it was touching his ear as he kissed,
licked and almost devoured the cum filled balls set before him as if on a golden
plate for his taste buds to savor. His hot mouth and tongue moved on to that
sensitive area between the balls and the Arab's love valley where his tongue tip
reacquainted itself with the smell and taste of "the forbidden fruit'. Joseph
reached up and grabbed a pillow and pushed it under Allie's ass lifting it up,
exposing his 'rear door' for nibbling and licking. Images of a "Thousand and One
Sexual Fantasies" floated through the Levantine mind of the man as his fingers
began pulling and scratching at the bedding beneath him.
"Yes, Yussef! Oh yes, I knew you could not resist me for long. You see now that
we were meant to be together forever and that neither of us could give up the
other. Slaves we are to each other's desires and bodies. You are not the only
slut here. We are both sluts. Take me now, please," he begged. "I am begging you
to take me as someday I know you will beg me to take you. And on that day, I
WILL take you. Now I am your love-slave, but someday we will be the love-slaves
of each other. And when that day comes--- you and I will rule the Emirate
together. A joint kingdom, without shame or guilt."
And Yussef reached for the package of condoms, placed one on his uncut cock and
took him...
Allie groaned with pleasure as Joseph sank into him, quickly pressing down until
his balls rested on the olive colored bubble cheeks. Joseph's white fingers
gripped and clawed into the taunt flesh of the Arabs hips as he began to fuck
him with a slow, steady rhythm, grunting with each deep thrust he made. Allie's
ass while not tight was never the less very warm and welcoming to the blonde's
cock. As Joseph screwed him Allie muttered, over and over, "Oh yes habbi,
Isallah, fuck me deeper and deeper." With one hand Joseph reached down and
encased the Arab's 10" manhood while he used his other hand to pull the body
hard up against himself. Both the speed and power of their thrusts increased as
they came closer and closer to climax. Then it happened. The explosion. Like a
hundred guns going off at one time. They came together. Allie shot out a warm,
sticky fluid flood between their bodies and the two of them collapsed, exhausted
but now drained of emotion and love fluids.
To be continued...
Posted: 07/23/10