Souchard

By: Will B
(© 2009-2010 by the author)
 

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From Chapter 9: London: A sunny afternoon in June.

Two men, Gamal and Abdul, Afghanis by the look of ‘em, were sitting in a dingy hotel room in a seedy section of London.

“The first man to go after those two blew himself up, and why?” Gamal asked his companion.

“I don’t know, Gamal,” replied Abdul.

“Because he relied on decadent western technology, that’s why, Abdul. But I think we’ll have a better chance of success if we rely on our own wits and our own sharp Arab knives.”

“Daoud and Bahnadi will get what’s coming to them,” Abdul said.

Chapter 10

“Remind me, why are we after these two?” asked Gamal.

“Because they defy the Koran with their western, decadent ways. Two men loving each other! It’s an abomination!” replied Abdul.

Abdul and Gamal were two young men in their early twenties. They were both about five-foot-six, had curly black hair, and brown eyes. They were broad-shouldered, slim-hipped, and in many ways were innocent in the ‘ways of the world.’  Radical Moslems had filled them with hate towards the ‘decadent, western’ sin of man-love, but neither one fully understood what it was all about.

They were very good friends, and where Abdul led, Gamal was only too willing to follow. In his heart of hearts, Gamal wanted nothing else but to be with Abdul, and if that meant traveling into danger, Gamal would go!

 The room was dingy and the gray wall-paper was beginning to peel away from the walls. One window looked out onto an airshaft, but if it opened, it only let in extremely hot air in the summer and extremely cold air in the winter months.

The room contained two single beds, two chairs, a chest of drawers (with one drawer that wouldn’t open) and a small table. There was a tiny bathroom containing a toilet, washbowl and a shower.

“I’ll be glad when we can get out of this place tomorrow, but… Abdul, can we go and get something to eat? I’m hungry,” Gamal asked.

Just then Gamal sneezed.

“Yes, I think we should get something to eat. Let’s go!” Abdul said.

The two men got up and went out into the hall, carefully locking the door after them. They went down the steps to the ground floor, and proceeded down the street to a restaurant that served roast lamb, rice, and delicious coffee. They sampled, and enjoyed, that extremely sinful western dessert, vanilla ice cream, topped with chocolate syrup, whipped cream and a cherry.

As they ate they saw two men, who appeared to be middle-easterners also, laughing and talking. At one point Abdul raised his eyebrows when he saw the two men laugh, take each other’s hands and make kissing motions at each other.

‘Even our own people …’ he thought to himself, but then he thought back to when he was a younger man and he and his best friend had been so close. They had even pleasured each other’s bodies a few times.

‘No!” he thought to himself. I must not have such thoughts. Allah would not be pleased!’

He and Gamal finished their meal, paid their bill, and went out into the street.

“Let’s not go right back to the hotel,” Gamal suggested. “Let’s walk a bit.” So the two friends walked around London.  They saw men and women walking and talking together. They saw parents sitting on their front stoops (‘front steps’ to Americans) watching their children playing on the sidewalks and in the streets.

They saw another two men, obviously friendly, walking hand-in-hand, and smiling. Suddenly a child fell down in the street and started crying. One of the men went out into the street, and picked up the child and restored him to his parents.

‘I guess even these disgusting perverts can show they care about children,’ Abdul thought to himself.

Lost in his own thoughts, Abdul didn’t hear Gamal at first when he said to him, “Uh …, Abdul, my friend, we’d better get back to the hotel. The sky is turning black and I think it’s going to ….”

Gamal didn’t have to finish his sentence because just then the skies opened and the rain poured down! This was no gentle spring rain, bringing blossoms and flowers. This was a soaking, drenching, pneumonia-causing down-pour. The gutters were flooded and in one short second, the two men were soaked.

They finally made it back to their hotel, and when they got to their room, Gamal was shivering so hard he could hardly turn the key in the door.

When they were in the room, Abdul said, “Get out of those clothes, Gamal, and take a hot shower. I’ll wait until you’re done.”

Gamal stepped out of his clothes, and Abdul couldn’t help but notice his friend’s muscular body, his round bubble butt, and his legs covered with dark hair. Abdul felt a sensation in his lower regions he could not explain and didn’t want to think about.

Gamal found a hook in the bathroom on which to hang his clothes, and took his shower. When he emerged from the bathroom, again Abdul couldn’t help but notice Gamal’s manhood, nestling in a dark hairy bush. Again Abdul had this sensation. ‘No, no! Gamal is just a friend,’ he thought to himself.

Gamal put on a dry pair of underpants and lay down on his bed, pulling the cover up as far as he could. Abdul hung his clothes on another hook in the bathroom, and took his shower. When he came out of the bathroom, he found Gamal shivering.

“I’m s-s-so c-c-c-cold, Abdul. I can’t get warm! S-s-so.. c-c-c-cold…!”

“Gamal, I’m going to lie on your bed and put my arms around you. Perhaps my body heat will help you get warm.”

Abdul lay on the narrow bed, and spooned Gamal, and held him tightly. Gradually Abdul’s body heat did help Gamal feel warmer, and the two friends drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

In the morning, Abdul awoke to find he had a very hard erection, which didn’t surprise him, but it did surprise him to find Gamal lying , facing him, and he too had a very obvious erection. Gamal was smiling at him.

“Abdul, thank you for keeping me warm last night. I feel much better this morning.”

“I’m glad you’re better. I was happy to do it, but… Gamal….I don’t know what’s come over me, but I have this burning desire to….to … to kiss you!” Abdul replied.

“Yes, my friend, I know how you feel, because I also would very much like to kiss you, too.”

The two men brought their heads together, and they did kiss—not a passionate, lip-locking, tongue-dueling kiss, but a gentle kiss, soft as a rose petal, and then Abdul opened his eyes.

“Gamal, my friend, I want to… get to the bathroom, quickly!”

“I, too, Abdul.”

The two men got out of bed and made it to the bathroom where they relieved themselves, and then looked at each other, smiling.

“Abdul, can we go back to back to where we left off?” Gamal asked.

“Yes. I would like to kiss you again!”

Abdul and Gamal went back into the bedroom, and sat on the edge of the bed. Abdul looked at his friend and said, “I would like to kiss you again, Gamal, but I was thinking…I want … Could we… take off our clothes?”

“I was thinking the very same thing, my dear friend,” said Gamal, smiling.

Gamal reached towards Abdul and helped him slip his underpants down, lower, below his hips, and then onto the floor. Abdul did the same for Gamal, and the two men stood facing each other, their manhoods at full staff.

Abdul leaned towards Gamal and pulled him into an embrace and kissed him… hard … on the lips, and then in his mouth, and then on his neck, on his ear lobes, and then … lower, to his chest, licking Gamal’s nips, which were also erect.

Abdul pushed Gamal down on the bed, and continued kissing, licking, tonguing his way down Gamal’s abdomen towards his navel. He used his tongue to push into Gamal’s navel.

Gamal was moaning with pleasure, but when Abdul was almost to Gamal’s pride and glory, Gamal said ‘Stop!”

“But, Gamal, I want to taste your man-seed. I want to take you into my mouth.”

“I know, Abdul, but I want to do the same to you. Let’s do it together!”

The two men lay on the floor in the sixty-nine position, and Abdul began to put his nose into Gamal’s bush, taking in the man-smell that emanated from those hairs that tickled his nose, that aroused him to greater passion.

Gamal let his tongue wander over the engorged helmet of Abdul’s cock. Back and forth he flicked his tongue, tasting the flavor of this massive meat that was his to enjoy.  He licked and flicked and then began to run his tongue up and down the underside of Abdul’s shaft.

Abdul took Gamal’s organ into his own orifice, going down on the column of flesh and muscle as far as he could.  While he had the pole in his mouth he caressed it with his tongue, sending shivers and delight through Gamal’s already writhing body.

Gamal began to suck on Abdul’s pleasure pole in earnest, and Abdul reciprocated. The two fell into a rhythm that led to both men’s nut sacks contracting at the same time, and all too soon, both men ejaculated their cum into their partner’s mouth, allowing the creamy fluids to run down the respective chins and throats of each other.

Gamal and Abdul lay there panting, and Gamal turned himself around so that he was lying face to face with Abdul.

For a while they basked in the after-glow of their lovemaking, but gradually they came down to earth, came back to reality.

“Abdul, I have always followed where you lead, but I have to tell you that I do not feel I want to kill two young men who have never done us any harm, just because the imam of our village has ordered us to kill them.”

“Gamal, I agree with you, but what shall we do? Where can we go?”

Gamal, usually the follower, thought a few minutes and then said, “I think we should go to this Smith Manor, and introduce ourselves to these two young men, explain what has happened to us, beg their forgiveness, and ask if they would be willing to help us.”

“Do you think they would be willing to help us after we tell them we have been planning to kill them?” Abdul asked, with no small amount of disbelief in his voice.

“I don’t know, my dear Abdul, but I don’t know what else to do. Do you have any better idea?”

“Well …” Abdul began. “We could … or maybe … what if…? No, my friend, my ‘more than friend,’ I have no idea.”

“Then let’s do it. Let’s go to this Manor!” Gamal said

* * * * *

Two days later, Smith Manor at 8:30 in the morning.

“Daoud! Bahnadi! Please come downstairs. I know it’s early, but there are two young men asking to see you,” Molly Fleming said as she knocked on the boys’ bedroom door.

The door opened and Daoud and Bahnadi stood there, almost fully dressed. “All right, Mrs. Fleming. We’ll be right there, as soon as we put on some shoes.”

In a few minutes, Daoud and Bahnadi came down the steps and went into the hall, where they found Jane Danvers talking to two bedraggled looking young men.

“Daoud and Bahnadi. These two young men are Abdul and Gamal. They have come a long way to see you.” After Jane introduced them, she and Molly left the

room.

Abdul and Gamal knelt before the other two. Gamal spoke first. “Sirs, we have come to tell you a story, and to ask your forgiveness.”

Daoud and Bahnadi looked confused, as well they might!

“Sirs,” Abdul said, “please forgive us. We set out on journey to come here to … to … kill you, but we realized that we were wrong.”

Now Daoud and Bahnadi really looked confused.

“Perhaps you could tell us the whole story,” Daoud suggested.

An interruption occurred when Jane came back, and said, “I think this story could best be told over a breakfast of eggs, toast, jelly, and tea or coffee! Come into the dining room.”

It was Abdul and Gamal’s turns to look confused. They had come to confess to a plot to murder two men, and now they were being fed.

Jane and Molly led the four men into the dining room, and served their breakfast. “I don’t suppose you can eat bacon, can you?” Molly asked.

“Ahh, no thank you, madame. You are very kind, but no, we can’t,” replied Abdul.

Jane and Molly left the four men alone to discuss the events that had led Abdul and Gamal to the manor.

When Abdul and Gamal had finished their story, Abdul asked, “Can you forgive us?”

Daoud and Bahnadi said almost in unison, “Of course. We do forgive you.”

Daoud went on, “But I’m not sure how we can help you. You can’t go back to your native country, and you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you like, but it may not be safe for you. I don’t see…”

A voice was heard from the dining room door. “Ah, but I think my friend and I may have an idea.”

To be continued...

Posted: 07/09/10