Date: Mon, 30 Nov 2009 16:47:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Peder Pederson <pederdagreat@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Sacrifice: A Trilogy 4

III.


--18 August, 2000--

	Singapore--Two days had passed since the release from their
confinement. Hamid had purchased what clothing he needed and had taken a
room in a downscale hotel not far from The Mandarin. The night before, Rick
had made his normal contact with his control. Information had been sent
that a replacement for Abram Weiss was on his way to Singapore and that
Rick should be on alert. Secondly, control asked Rick that he make
preliminary contact with the man known as Jaak Romke. It was necessary to
ascertain if he was associated with the apparent heart attack of Weiss. His
"employment" by Das Brüder was thought to be an accurate assessment, but it
need absolute confirmation.
	Finally, control stated that he could share what information he
thought essential with Hamid al Omar.
	That evening, he had made the a contact with Hamid and informed him
of The Weiss replacement and his need to meet with Jaak.
	"I might see him in the exercise room tomorrow morning," Rick
observed.
	"Be careful," Hamid warned, "He might be more than you think!
By-the-way, Weiss' replacement is connected with the Masad--name's Ira
Gorn."
	It was Rick's turn to be surprised at the quality of Hamid's
information. He made no comment. He knew that it was accurate.
	The next morning, Rick rose early, showered and took his exercise
bag down to the third floor. After an hour's workout, he had not seen Jaak
and decided to give his tired muscles the relaxation that the steam room
allowed. He entered the room. It was empty. He sat on the second level on
the side.
	Within three minutes, the door opened and in walked Jaak
Romke. Rick was mildly surprised. The Lithuanian walked to the tier
opposite Rick, took the towel from about loins, spread it out on the wooden
bench and sat down. As before, he leaned back against the upper bench,
rested his arms on it and spread his legs. The low light and the humid
vapor did little to hide the opulence of his equipment.
	Several times Rick glanced over at that exposed crotch and then
briefly up to the face. Always the eyes were closed, and Rick then glanced
back down. He seemed mesmerized by the immodest display! What Rick didn't
know was that Jaak' eyes were not completely closed! He was observing Rick
through the narrowest of slits. Jaak was aware of the other man's apparent
interest in his crotch. Also, what Rick didn't know was that Shala had
asked Jaak to, "Make contact with the American."
	Jaak was at a quandary as to how to initiate the contact, but
Rick's glances down to his cock gave him an answer. For the last week Shala
had arranged daily erotic liaisons with Jaak. At first he was disgusted,
but after several days he looked forward to their sensual couplings with
unabashed desire. The last two times he had even taken the hard, mahogany
colored, glistening cock into his mouth and sucked it a bit. He had
surprised himself the first time when, without a conscious decision, he had
taken it! He was even surprised at the fact that the hard muscle in his
mouth seemed to increase his own erotic desires. So, he decided, since Rick
indicated some interest in his cock, he would initiate contact in a manner
similar to the way that Shala had first done with him.
	The thought of it did not disgust him, on the contrary the
anticipation caused his cock to swell and lengthen. He allowed it.
	Rick glanced across the narrow steamy room again. This time he was
greeted with the sight of a semi erect cock. Not only was his interest
piqued, he was completely captivated by its considerable dimension, and
growing rigidity. He quickly glanced up to Jaak' face--his eyes were still
closed. So, he glanced back down to the now mighty cock, angling up and
outward. It spasmed--lurched upward. Quickly Rick glanced into the
face. Now the eyes were open and locked on his. He, self consciously,
looked away.
	Jaak slowly got up, wrapped the towel about his waist, secured it
and adjusted his erection so that it was partially masked by the towel. He
stepped over to Rick, slid his hands under the American's covering towel
and fondled his now semi hard cock.
	Rick was startled as he glanced into Jaak' face.
	Jaak smiled and said, "1014." That was all, and he left.
	"A week ago I would never have done that!" Jaak mused to himself.
	Then Mikal's pronouncement of years back flooded back into his
internal sound system: "You poor man . . . You can't accept what you are!
Too bad man . . . . You'll be miserable until you accept that . . . like me
. . . you're a 'fuckin . . . .!'" Jaak could not even internally utter the
word! Yet, Shala had unwittingly open the flood gate. The Tamil had
partially released Jaak from the strictures of the past and allowed him to
enjoy what he now relished.
	Rick was stunned! He sat there another fifteen minutes trying to
figure out the situation and, more particularly, his own reaction. When
jaak's hand had insinuated itself under the towel, Rick did not back away,
shift or make any move to contradict the invading hand. He merely allowed
it!
	"Why?" he said out loud.
	When he left the steam room, the locker room was empty. He quickly
took a shower, dressed and went up to his room. The message light was
blinking on his room's phone. He lifted the receiver, punched in the
appropriate number and listened to Hamid's voice asking him to return the
call. Rick called Hamid immediately.
	"Did you make contact" the Egyptian asked.
	"Yes," Rick answered, "He wants me to meet him in his room--1014."
Rick did not relate the circumstances of the contact.
	"Be careful, Rick! I don't trust him."
	"I will. And, neither do I," he answered and hung up the phone.
	Rick took the elevator down to the tenth floor, glanced
about--checking the surroundings--then walked to 1014 and lightly knocked
on the door.
	The door to 1014 opened and Rick was met by the nude, smiling
Jaak. He was taken back somewhat.
	"Come in," Jaak invited in heavily accented English and with a
smile.
	Rick entered the room and turned to face Jaak.
	The latter amiably walked over to Rick, smiling and casually cupped
his crotch.
	Shock and dismay mixed with wonder flowed through Rick's veins. The
sight of Jaak's body in the steam room and then here stirred in his
groin. It was not unpleasant, but it was a bit troublesome for Rick.
	The cupped hands gently massaged its captive. Quickly, the fondled
cock began to spring to life as Rick merely stood--transfixed. He was
filled with a fusion of shock and growing sensual pleasure. The sight of
Jaak's smooth, muscular, nude body and his swinging, flaccid cock had
broken through the veneer that had protected Rick all these years. Later,
Rick would realize that the key had been the brief encounter he and Hamid
had had. The flood gates had been breached and the resulting inundation
could not be denied! He felt his knees quiver and wondered if he would,
unceremoniously, collapse.
	Slowly, Jaak unzipped the fly, reached under the waistband of the
briefs and hauled out the hardening cock--all the time his eyes were locked
on the American's and a smile spread across his face.
	Gently he fondled that hardening cock and consciously decided that,
"Now is the time." He fell to his knees and quickly sucked that erect cock
into his mouth.
	The feeling of that hot, moist mouth incasing his rigid staff was a
sensation beyond any previous experience. "Fantastic!" was all Rick could
think.
	Jaak withdrew, looked at the glistening cock before him and
marveled at its proportions--long hard shaft capped with a scarlet,
gleaming, mushroom head. It was unlike the mahogany cock of Shala's, and,
because he had been the conscious initiator, it ws exceedingly desirable!
He sucked it again into his mouth, savoring the form, hardness and neutral
flavor.
	"Oh, gawdddd," escaped from Rick's mouth as he marveled at the
feeling.
	Quickly, while inhaling that cock, he undid the waist band of the
pants and in a single motion stripped them and the briefs down to Rick's
ankles. Again he gave up the cock and stood up. His lips were glistening
from their erotic endeavor. He saw that Rick's eyes were glazed and
unblinking--as if a sensual stupor, which was the case. Carefully, he
peeled the polo shirt from the American's torso and let it fall to the
floor. Unlike himself, Rick's chest was dusted with light brown hairs. And,
unlike his small brown aureolas, these were much large and pink, centered
with erect small, cock-like rigid nipples. He bent over and gently laved
one of those beauties with the tip of his tongue.
	Rick again gasped audibly--both with sensual delight and surprise
at this new feeling, wonderful sensation!
	Jaak tried to maneuver Rick to the bed, but the impeding pants
nearly caused Rick to topple.
	Quickly, with no conscious volition he kicked off his shoes and
stepped out of the confines of his trousers. He allowed himself to he
placed on the bed. Instantly the smooth, strangely hairless body, moved
between his legs. Rick felt the hot tongue trace its way up the sensitive
inner thigh and longed for its warm ministration on his throbbing cock
again. He did not have to wait! He glanced down in time to see his cock
disappear into Jaak' mouth as the head began to bob up and down. Deeply,
from somewhere inside his soul a groan escaped.
	"Ahhhh!"
	Jaak was laying between those spread, hairy legs as he lasciviously
sucked that light skinned, hard, new wonder. He moved his head faster and
farther down that long shaft.
	Unconsciously, Rick hooked a leg over a muscled thigh and forced
his foot downwards. The Lithuanian spread his legs. The heel insinuated
itself into the cleft and rubbed against the puckered hole. This was not a
conscious action on Rick's behalf, merely a primordial reaction.
	A jolt passed through Jaak--both pleasurable and dragging up
ancient, unwanted relicts. The pleasurable sensation dominated, held sway
and he sucked faster.
	Strangely, Rick became mildly aware of the reaction his heel had
engendered and began to move it up and down within that dark, warm gap. The
massaging heel elicited a deep groan. The knowledge that he was conveying
pleasure to one who was imparting on him so much delight became
apparent. In addition, what was also apparent was the fact that a man was
giving him so much voluptuous pleasure! Rick was lost in a pervasive haze
of sexuality from which only release was the object.
	Without mindful volition, Rick sat up, his cock still impaling that
hot mouth, reached over and with both hands cupped those smooth, muscular
buns. He began to fondle them and spread them. This action caused Jaak to,
involuntarily, lift his hips upwards--as if to glean more pleasure from
that erotic, deep caressing.
	Without knowing why, certainly without any previous experience,
Rick rasped, throatily, "I want to fuck that beautiful ass!" While verbally
imparting his desire a finger slipped down into that hot crease and lightly
ran over the puckered, quacking hole.
	Jaak, cock deep in his mouth, groaned at the action. But, when he
consciously became aware of Ricks desire, he quickly withdrew. "Why?" he
demanded.
	"I don't know! I've . . . I've never done this before . . . I don't
know!"
	"You've never fucked a guy before?"
	"No, I haven't," Rick confessed.
	"Have you ever been with a man before?" he asked, beginning to
realize what he perceived to be a unique situation.
	"Well . . . not like this!"
	Then, thoughtfully, Jaak asked, "Have you ever been fucked?" This
he asked quietly and slowly.
	Rick's eyes locked on those of Jaak as unspoken communication
flowed. Rick did not answer.
	After some thought and ever so gently, Jaak asked, "Have you been
raped?"
	The word "raped" caused Rick to shudder. Jaak perceived the
reaction.
	"I have never been fucked," the Lithuanian admitted, took a deep
breathed and confessed, quietly, "But, I was . . . raped . . . years ago."
He dropped his eyes from Rick.
	Seconds later, after realization, with infinite compassion and
understanding, Rick cupped Jaak' face in his hands, leaned over and gently
placed a knowing kiss on his lips. That was the first time he had ever
kissed a man. It was innocent, compassionate and communicated reams of
information and understanding.
	Tears flowed down the cheeks of Jaak Romke. Tears of relief and a
new felt freedom. One of the tears were tenderly kissed away. "I was raped
years ago, too," whispered Rick.
	"All right," came a whisper from that tearful face. Until the past
week, he had never, knowingly, had sex with a man. The times with Shala,
passionate, inviting, revealing had opened compartments of his life that he
never knew existed, "Maybe it was the stress of the situation," he had said
silently a few days before and after a particularly long and passionate
coupling with Shala. He knew what he had thought months ago, years ago,
"It's unnatural." Yet this past week and these past few minutes indelibly
burned into his mind that for him it was now not unnatural. It was
wonderful. Further, he realized that these actions and the one he had just
contemplated, in no way, compromised his masculinity. As a matter of fact,
it seemed to fire his virility to unimaginable heights. Besides, had this
man not as much as admitted that this was his first sexual contact with
another man?
	Rick cocked his head, questioning the words he had just heard.
	"You . . . can . . . . fuck me."
	Realizing what had been communicated and the well from which it was
dredged, Rick shook his head. "No," he said definitely, then, "I
. . . . can't!"
	"No . . . you can . . . I want it! . . . . Don't ask me why
. . . . but . . . . I want you to fuck me!"
	"I . . ." Rick began, but quickly Jaak placed his hands over his
mouth.
	Gently he pushed Rick back down on the bed, reached into the drawer
of the bedside table, drew out a tube of KY, opened it, squeezed a dollop
into his hand and slathered it over Rick's cock. The feeling of the cold KY
plus the warm hand caused a wonderful sensation to rocket through his
body. Carefully, Jaak squeezed another generous portion of the lubricant on
his hand, reached between his legs, smeared it over his ass hole and
carefully slipped a finger past the muscled opening. Briefly he fingered
his hole, fighting to relax.
	"I really don't want to do this!" Rick breathed.
	Jaak merely smiled as he straddled those hairy thighs, grabbed the
rigid cock and positioned it beneath his tight hole. He lowered himself
until there was felt substantial pressure on that puckered opening. Then he
maneuvered the swollen cock head back and forth over that sensitized
orifice. The action brought gasps of delight from both men. More pressure
was brought to bear and Jaak willed himself to relax. Without warning, the
muscled ring gave way and the head popped in.
	Rick groaned. Jaak fought to suppress the discomfort that the
invasion caused and also the memory that was also dredged up--caused by the
same action those years back--however forced. After a couple of seconds, he
bore down more. Fully a third of that substantial cock had slipped into his
hot tunnel. The sensations were foreign, but not altogether
unpleasant. Jaak took several deep breaths and sat down fully, completely
impaled on that hard, rigid, throbbing cock.
	Rick was dizzy with the new, glorious sensations that tight hole
engendered in his being. Within the space of one short week, doors of
unthought of, unheard of actions and experiences had been opened and he was
inundated by a flood of unbelievable feelings and emotions. He opened his
eyes and looked at the face of that man sitting on his cock, then down to
the broad chest, laddered abdomen, that thick bush of hair with that proud
outstanding cock. He was regaled in lascivious delight as his cock was
totally caressed by that hot, muscled tunnel. Rick was ravished with
desire!
	Likewise, Jaak reveled in this unique sensation--the feeling of a
hard cock shoved into his ass, willingly. For the Lithuanian, it was
indescribable and utterly desirable. Whether it was the fact that this hard
cock was filling him or the palpable feeling of its girth moving in and out
past the sensitized opening--he knew not which only that it was incredible!
He began to raise and lower his body on that marvelous cock. Both groaned
in the utter and mutual delight they both felt.
	Neither heard the low click of the door opening.
	It was Rick who suddenly became aware of the third person in the
room!
	"What the hell!" shot from his mouth as he tried to sit up and also
to dislodge himself from the delicious prison.
	Jaak turned to be met by the sneering face of Shala. A short
Lithuanian phrase sprang from his lips. One could only assume that it was
some Baltic invective.
	Shala's lips curled in an evil grin. "You fuckin whore," he spat
out, "You'd let this American fuck your ass, but you'd hardly touch me!"
Then he added, "Hold the stud down!"
	Rick jackknifed, kneeling in the middle of the bed, Jaak beside
him. Both faced the handsome dark skinned intruder.
	"I said, 'hold him down!'" Repeating his last statement, he
withdrew an automatic from a shoulder bag.
	Both Jaak and Rick could see that it was armed with a
silencer. Jaak hesitated. The automatic swung in his direction.
	"Do what I say," Shala demanded.
	"Why are you doing this?" came the question from Jaak.
	"Hold that fucker down! Quickly!" Shala spat out with unconcealed
venom.
	"This is not part of the arrangement. It will only complicate
things," Jaak said.
	Shala pulled the trigger! "SPHAAAT!" was the only audible
sound. Jaak grabbed his shoulder as he was spun around. Rick glanced at the
Lithuanian whose hand was staunching the trickle of blood and back at the
Tamil. He noticed that he was holding a small vial in his left hand. The
gun swung in Rick's direction.
	Just as silently as Shala had entered--Hamid came up behind the
Tamil. The former had not closed the door completely--wanting to catch both
in what he has hoped would be in flagrante delicto. He was right! His dark
desires were satisfied. However, in his morbid anticipation, he had not
covered his entrance. A serious. . . No . . . a fatal mistake.
	Hamid dealt a well aimed chop to the base of the neck where it met
the shoulder. There was a light cracking sound as the collar bone collapsed
and Shala crumpled soundlessly to the floor.
	Rick jumped from the bed, snatched his clothes and ran to the
bathroom. Hamid had, of course, observed the two as he entered. The sight
of the naked men on the bed nearly caused a hesitation that would have been
deadly. He quickly reached down and took the automatic, glancing up at
Jaak, still kneeling, nude on the bed, holding his injured shoulder. Then
he quietly closed and bolted the room door! "No need for any more
surprises," he thought.
	Returning to the slumped figure, he glanced up , "Better get
something on," Hamid said blankly. He was not unaware of the considerable
physical attraction that this naked man engendered in his being. This
confused and angered him somewhat. He was simultaneously angered and
confused at the fact that obviously Rick and been consorting sexually with
this nude, handsome, desirable stud.
	Quickly Jaak got off the bed, walked to the sofa, picked up his
briefs, and, with some difficulty, put them on.
	Moments later, Rick emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed and
flushed.
	"Thanks," was all he said to Hamid.
	Hamid merely nodded his acceptance.
	Rick was deeply embarrassed that he had been "caught" by his new
friend in this obviously compromising situation. He had barely accepted the
possibility that man to man contact was pleasurable--he was not at the
point of wanting to share that information with anyone else--just yet!
	Hamid nodded again, keeping an eye on Shala's inert figure--not
wanting eye contact with Rick. There was a tinge of the thought that he had
secretly desired to be similarly liaised with this American, but he quickly
put it out of his mind. He perceived that his presence was of extreme
embarrassment for Rick as well as himself. However, the presence of the
unconscious figure changed, complicated the equation immensely.
	Jaak got up from the sofa where he had sat and walked towards the
bathroom.
	"Is it bad?" Rick asked.
	Jaak shook his head. "Just a flesh wound." he murmured and added,
"I've some antiseptic and bandages in the bathroom," he said as he closed
the door behind him.
	Rick, glancing furtively at Hamid, knelt down beside Shala, felt
for a pulse ot the neck. It was there. "Where did you learn to do that?" he
asked, trying to normalize an abnormal situation.
	"Regular training," Hamid answered curtly.
	Rick reached for Shala's left hand, pried open the fingers and
gingerly removed the vial.
	"What's that?" Hamid queried.
	"Don't know. But, I have a feeling that it was meant for me."
	He screwed off the top and brought the vial up to his nose to
sample its odor--imperceptible--almost neutral. Jaak came from the
bathroom. A white plaster covered the graze. "Be careful," he said, "That's
not to be played with!"
	"What is it?" asked Rick.
	"I don't know. He used it last week with . . . deadly results,"
came the answer. "I found out that he is a paid assassin." Jaak looked at
the unconscious figure. "He was my contact here . . . not part of my
. . . my association . . . a mercenary I think. I was told nothing about
him, only that I would be contacted." Jaak began to tremble
imperceptibly. The whole situation created unresolved conflicts in his
mind.
	Jaak had been well trained by The Knights in both the physical and
mental aspects of his craft. He had been instructed in the numerous ways of
taking a human life. Yet, the taking of a life was not to his liking. After
slashing that soldiers throat in that dark alley, Jaak was overcome by
uncontrolled trembling and after he had returned to his dismal room he
wretched until his whole body ached. It was days before he was able to
suppress the black cloud that had enveloped him and return to some
semblance of normality.
	Both Rick and Hamid shot each other a questioning glance.
	Jaak blanched white as his tremulous hand reached for the
vial. Rick leadenly relinquished it without contest. Then Jaak looked down
at the figure and commented to himself, ruefully, "Too bad, he knew how to
turn a guy on!" Secretly, he thanked him for the lascivious
initiation. But, he had a command! Quickly he knelt by the unconscious
figure, opened the vial and poured two drops into the barely opened mouth,
not without a shaking hand, boiling emotions and deep regret. But, this was
a battle. He had his orders. They must be fulfilled. Jaak knew, as did the
other two, that he was to be sacrificed!
	Again, Hamid and Rick exchanged glances.
	Jaak handed the vial back to Rick, winked and gave him a warm
smile. He walked to the sofa where he picked up and quickly donned the rest
of his clothes, all the time fighting back the revulsion in his mind over
what he had just done. Both of the other men watched the brief clad
figure--well muscled, broad back; firm, solid, rounded ass; sturdy, brawny
thighs, tapering calves and all remarkably smooth. Smooth but for the thick
head of hair and the luxuriant bush from which an opulent cock sprang. Both
men gazed at this body. Rick with a twinge and Hamid with no small amount
of wonder.
	"It causes a heart attack . . . virtually untraceable" he explained
as he dressed.
	That beautiful purplish-blue flower commonly called "Monkshood"
with the equally innocuous and unpronounceable botanical name: Aconitum
ranunculaceae, or the more ominous sounding: "Wolfsbane" produced the
deadly poison: aconitine.  Virtually odorless and colorless; a few drops in
a glass of liquid would quickly affect the heart muscle sending it into
irreversible ventricular fibrillation. The poison quickly dissipates and
unless it is initially suspected a competent technician could easily miss
this contaminant.
	Jaak's explanation caused Rick again to glance at Hamid, who was
already looking at him. Rick mouthed the name of Abram Weiss. Imperceptibly
Hamid nodded.
	He sat on the sofa in a vain attempt to control the deep feeling of
repugnance which consumed his being. He took several deep breaths. It was
no use.
	Shala's unconscious body stiffened, there was a gasp and the tensed
muscles relaxed as a wet stain appeared at the crotch--the involuntary
release of urine as all life leaves the body. Jaak quickly stood up and
hurried to the bathroom. He had felt bile welling up in his throat and an
unwanted need to vomit.
	They heard gagging sounds from behind the closed bathroom
door. Both men were surprised and embarrassed at being witness to this
seemingly uncharacteristic act. Presently Jaak came back into the room,
wiping his face with a dampened towel.
	"Sorry, I think that it must have been something I ate," he lied as
he tried to cover his own embarrassment.


	Quickly and with utmost caution the three removed Shala's body from
Jaak's room, carried it down the service corridor and dumped it into the
garbage chute. The body fell into a large container where it was later
covered by numerous bags of refuse. That night the container was collected
and the contents were transported to a state-of-the-arts disposal facility
where it was turned into thousands of anonymous bits of flesh and bones
before it was incinerated. Shala, for all intents and purposes, simply
disappeared without a trace--ceased to exist.
	After quietly disposing of the body, the three returned to Jaak'
room and in consort attempted to remove all traces of Shala's
presence. Normally, Rick and Hamid would have gone their separate ways
after getting rid of the body. But, in those short minutes, the three men
from three separate and disparate agencies had unconsciously bonded in a
manner few would understand.
	"There's not much we can do about this hole," Rick said as he
fingered a small hole over the bed that Shala's bullet had made after
grazing Jaak's shoulder.
	"Maybe it won't be noticed," Hamid said, and added, "the maids
aren't too thorough, you know."
	"It's a small hole," Jaak admitted.
	"Still . . . I'd be careful," admonished Rick. Then as an
afterthought, "If you get some patching plaster to fill the hole, it will
blend in pretty well, I think," he suggested tentatively.
	Jaak nodded his head in agreement. Then he quickly went to the
bathroom and returned with a tube of toothpaste. He opened it, put the
opening against the hole and squeezed until the excess began to ooze out. A
quick swipe of the finger, removing the excess caused the errant hole to
all but disappear! Both Rick and Hamid smiled, acknowledging Jaak's
professionalism, his craft.
	Jaak couldn't afford to be found out. Now that he had lost his
contact, he would have to communicate with The Knights directly--an action
the three finished cleansing the room. Before Rick and Hamid left, the room
appeared as though the maid had just left--it was spotless--no trace, no
hint of what had transpired.
	The three decided on a rendezvous for the next morning. Hamid and
Rick left together, agreeing that they would meet Jaak the next morning at
the old fort on Sentosa--further agreeing that each would be taking
separate roads.
	On the way to the elevator Risk stated, "I'm really hungry!"
	"Me, too," admitted Hamid.
	"Do you know a place where we can eat?"
	After a brief consideration, he said, "Yes, there's a small
restaurant on Jalan India, The Raj. It's a short street . . . ."
	"I know where it is. I'll meet you there in 20 minutes. OK?" stated
Rick
	"OK," consented Hamid.
	They took separate elevators, separate directions out of the hotel
and converged on Jalan India within minutes of each other. There Hamid
entered a small restaurant.
	Rick followed shortly thereafter. The interior was narrow, amply
lit and contained eight tables. Some were occupied. Hamid was not to be
seen! Rick glanced around again and caught the proprietor's eye who nodded
towards a narrow set of stairs partially hidden behind a large, leafy
plant. Rick mounted the stairs and entered an equally small upper dining
area.
	Hamid was sitting at a table next to a closed door. They smiled
their greeting and Rick sat down. Ordering a light lunch, they ate in
silence, still pondering that morning's tableaux.
	"What are your thoughts on this Jaak," Hamid asked as they sipped
their teh tarik.
	"I, don't know . . . he's a real enigma. I thought that he was
associated with Shala via Germany. But, I'm not sure . . . ."
	"His reaction in the room was unusual, to say the least. Do you
think his trembling and gagging was from the wound?"
	Rick slowly shook his head. "No . . . no, I don't," he answered
hesitantly, then as an after thought, "I somehow think it had to do with
the . . . the killing."
	"I think so, too," admitted Hamid, who added, "Strange!" Then after
some thought, "I'm not sure I trust him."
	Rick looked up. "Do any of us . . . trust each other?"
	Hamid merely smiled at the obvious, and added, "He looks like the
violent sort to me . . . not one who gets squeamish at taking a life."
	"Different things effect people differently. I felt that this was
his first real assignment and that he hadn't expected to snuff
anyone. . . . Have you ever had to terminate someone?"
	"No . . . . no, not really," Hamid admitted looking down into the
bubbles of his tea.
	"What do you mean, 'Not really'?" Rick thrust.
	Hamid reddened and quietly he related his part in the death of
Muhamet Sharif, never taking his eyes from the glass of tea.
	"That's different!"
	Hamid slowly shook his head. "No it's not," he quietly
confessed. Then and only then did he glance away from the frothy tea and
looked squarely at Rick. "I . . let him die!"
	It was Rick who then glanced away. Hamid's pain was more than he
could abide.
	Hamid composed himself and continued, "You were close to Jaak?"
	"No,"came the answer, realizing the implication.
	"Oh," was the simple reply.
	Again they both looked at each other trying to fathom the other
person's thoughts.
	Hamid began, slowly, "I only thought . . . that . . . "
	"I know what you must have thought!" Rick interrupted. Then he
added as a point of clarification, "We had just met this morning."
	Hamid arched his eyebrows in disbelief and Rick realized how flimsy
his explanation appeared. He continued, "I can't explain it. Things
happened. It was the first time."
	Again Hamid arched his eyebrows. "The first time?" he asked
archly. Then he added, "I seem to remember another TIME!"
	Realizing the reference, "Yeah, but that really didn't count." It
was a feeble parry, Rick knew that, but the situation that morning was
still too fresh, too disturbing to fully comprehend or to make any cogent
assessment.
	"Well, I count it!" Hamid declared flatly, attempting to hide his
feelings.
	Somewhat rebuked, as well as aware of Hamid's tone of voice, "Yeah,
but it was different."
	Rick again looked away. He had dug himself a hole from which he
could not extricate himself. It seemed that the more he said, the worse his
dilemma became. There was a fondness for this Egyptian, a fondness that had
grown from mutual experiences and their close confinement. Yet, there were
facts that could not be explained, let alone accepted. This assignment had
inadvertently created too many conundrums, elemental questions that he
could not answer. He fought to suppress them. It was impossible! His
Pandora's Box had been opened and there was no way that the demons could be
stuffed back inside. Deep inside he knew that he would have to confront
them, but, at this minute he had neither the strength nor the courage!
	He took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to neutralize his
confused inner being. Reaching into his pocket he withdrew several bills,
laid them on the table and got up. "I've got to go," he declared nervously,
"I need to make a report . . . . Will see you tomorrow morning on Sentosa?"
	"Yes, of course."
	Rick left Hamid sitting at the table. Since that evening in their
confinement, Hamid had carefully considered his reaction, his feelings and
his responses. Unlike Rick's circumlocutious thought process on the matter,
Hamid, characteristically confronted the issues head on. It was not part of
his training, it was merely the way he had always approached things since
he could remember. Regarding the incident in their confinement: he had
admitted a certain curiosity regarding other men; he admitted that the
sensations of that bout were pleasant, actually very pleasant; and he
admitted that his positive response was probably an aberration compounded
by the his first assignment, the implicit danger of their situation and the
confinement, all combined. However, when he had followed Shala into Jaak'
room that morning, seen Rick and the Lithuanian nude and in an obvious
state of detumescence, and the danger created by Shala and the gun, he was
thrown into chaos.
 First, seeing Rick and Jaak together in that state was a shock that was
mixed with an emotion, he now identified as jealousy. Second, the ominous
gun directed at the two that morning caused Hamid to fear greatly for
Rick's safety. And, third, the regarding of Jaak' muscular, naked body with
his considerable endowment created an erotic jolt in his loins that he had
not before experienced. The sight of Jaak had, frankly, turned him on!
	"Would you like some more tea?" Hamid was startled out of his
reverie by the waiter.
	"No, thank you," he feebly answered. Being left alone, he returned
to his internal analysis.


	Rick had spent nearly an hour at his laptop the night before,
reporting the happenings of that day as well as his own analysis. Of course
he 'doctored' some of the incidences--especially the furtive and
interrupted attempt at love making with Jaak. When he had checked his lap
top that morning, there was not yet a reply, so he showered, dressed and
went off to his rendezvous on Sentosa. Rick had decided to take the ferry
across and arrived at the Sentosa side a full forty minutes before the
scheduled meeting. Rather than the northern rout, he decided to take the
southern path along the beach. He strolled along, stopping once for a cup
of coffee. He had to return the first offering as it was heavily laced with
sugar. He explained to the incredulous stall keeper that he wanted coffee
without sugar. He continued walking, sipping on the hot, dark, aromatic
brew. By 10:30 he started the gentle climb up the hill on top of which was
the ruins of the fort. As he
 reached the flat surface of the top he saw Hamid resting against the north
parapet. They nodded imperceptibly at each other and Rick walked to the
southern wall and looked out at the numerous moored ships. Jaak was not
there. But, there was no concern in either men's minds. Ten, fifteen,
twenty minutes passed and still the Lithuanian did not make an appearance.
	Hamid casually walked to within speaking distance, looked westward
and said, "Wonder where he is?"
	"I don't know."
	"Did he contact you since yesterday morning?"
	"No."
	"Strange! He seemed eager for this meeting."
	"There's a public phone by the ferry jetty. Do you know where it
is?" asked Rick.
	"Yes."
	"Let's meet there. I'll call his room. The phone should be safe."
	"OK. Fifteen minutes?" queried Hamid.
	"OK," answered Rick and he moved off to the north path at a brisk
pace.
	Hamid took the southern route at an equally rapid tempo.
	Rick arrived at the booth, deposited a coin and dialed The
Mandarin. The hotel operator came on the line, "Room 1014, please." He
heard the room phone ringing.
	"I'm sorry Mr. Reske checked out last night," the operator said
after switching back.
	Rick was surprised. "Mr. B. Reske of room 1014?" he asked again,
repeating the name that the operator had given him--he had not known what
name Jaak had registered under--but, he wanted confirmation.
	"Yes, sir. He checked out at 9:30."
	"Thank you." Rick severed the connection. He turned in time to see
Hamid briskly walking up the path. "He's gone!"
	"What do you mean?"
	"He checked out last night. I just got the confirmation from the
hotel." As the information sunk into his consciousness, images of Jaak
flashed through his brain--seated in the steam room with his legs spread
apart affording a clear view of his considerable cock and balls; the sight
of his own rigid cock being encased in Jaak' hot, moist mouth; the view of
the Lithuanian's muscular torso, beautifully erect cock, brawny thighs as
he straddled his hips in preparation of sitting on his own cock; and the
look on Jaak' face after he had administered the lethal poison to the Tamil
assassin.
	"Why?"
	"I don't know!" Rick answered, "Possibly he was recalled, or worse,
maybe the Tamil's group got to him."
	"Meet me at the restaurant . . . you know, the one that we were at
yesterday . . . in an hour."
	"OK," was all Rick could say.
	They both went their separate ways. Rick first returned to his room
and quickly contacted his control with the latest news and then walked
briskly to the restaurant. He was breathless when he sat down at the small
table on the second floor of the small restaurant. Hamid was waiting and
Rick noticed a canvas bag beside Hamid, next to the wall.
	"Your late," commented Hamid.
	"Sorry, I had to contact someone."
	"Any news?"
	Rick shook his head. He could not shake the images of Jaak from his
mind. "Something was wrong!" he thought.
	"I wonder if Jaak' assignment, or even ours for that matter has
been compromised?"
	"I don't know," Rick replied, "I've been thinking the same
thing. But . . . . I received no new orders."
	"Neither have I," admitted Hamid.
	Rick glanced up, a bit surprised that Hamid had also found time to
make contact.
	"This whole thing stinks," stated Rick.
	"I agree."
	They drank tea and ate a light lunch in silence. Finally, Hamid
stated, "I've checked out of my hotel. I don't think it was safe."
	"Why?" Rick asked, surprised.
	"I don't know," Hamid murmured, "Something isn't right . . . . This
whole thing is weird."
	"Where are you going to stay?"
	"It hasn't been decided yet." came the answer.
	"When will you know?" Rick queried, a bit surprised at the degree
of control under which Hamid worked.
	"Early this evening . . . . I think," he admitted.
	"Can you leave your luggage here?" Rick asked nodding at Hamid's
bag.
	"Yes," came the answer, punctuated by a quizzical look.
	"You can stay at my room 'til you find out. Might not be good
wondering around the streets."
	Hamid looked at Rick, pondered the alternatives and finally nodded
his head.
	"Follow me in fifteen minutes," Rick said as he got up.
	"All right," came the answer.
	Hamid watched Rick leave and again mulled over in his mind the past
few days--strange days!
	Rick had finished checking his lap top for any messages when there
was a light knock on his door. He quickly opened it an let Hamid into the
room. Hamid appeared harried. His clothes which had been put on that
morning were a bit dusty and sweat marks had appeared.
	"You look like you could use a shower," he commented.
	"I sure could," Hamid admitted.
	Rick went to his suitcase, took out a pair of chinos and a light
shirt. "Here, these will be a bit big for you, but at least they're clean."
	"Again? Thanks," Hamid said as he accepted the clothes.
	"There's plenty of towels in the bathroom. Take your time."
	"Thanks," again came from Hamid's lips as he went into the bathroom
and closed the door. Rick could hear the shower being turned on and he too
mused over the past few days.


	Later, Hamid opened the bathroom door Rick had been looking out the
window at Orchard Road. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that his
counterpart/friend was completely nude. Slowly he turned towards
Hamid--partially in shock and also to be able ot observe this man fully.
	Hamid stood for a moment, framed in the bathroom door. A damp bath
towel dangled from his left hand. The cool air of the room assaulted his
shower warmed, nude body. There was a slight flush on his face--more from
the slight embarrassment of being nude in front of another human being--an
there was an imperceptible trembling running through his frame. He started
to cover himself with the damp towel, cover his nakedness, but let his hand
drop back.
	He had not planned this action. It was not premeditated, but from
somewhere deep inside came the primordial command to do this! He had come
to realize, from his reaction to their mutual gratification in the
confinement, coupled with his response at seeing Rick and Jaak on that bed,
that he desired, he wanted, he needed Rick. Without further conscious
reflection he had been propelled towards this action. He thought not of the
consequences.
	For the first time Rick gazed at this beautiful body in the full
light of the room. Six feet of lightly muscled body, the color of the
lightest honey, with a dusting of dark hair on his chest and legs. As Hamid
stood there Rick realized that he was eminently desirable. Their eyes
met. Hamid's dark, luxuriously lashed eyes sought out Rick's and they
locked.
	Rick read a smoldering need there. He glanced downward to that
thick, opulent bush of hair at the base of the flat belly and observed the
heavy cock lengthening under his gaze. Rick faced Hamid, his own member
began its own swelling within the confines of his clothes.
	Without a word, but understanding all, Hamid dropped the towel,
walked to Rick, slipped his arms around the latter's chest and kissed
him--fully on the lips. Lips on lips, chest against chest, belly against
belly and cock against cock they stood for long seconds. Electrical charges
of primordial need shot between the two, fueling their pent up desires for
each other. They each pressed against the other. Rick responded to Hamid's
kiss with equal passion and desire. This was the second man he had ever
kissed! It was natural. It was necessary. It was wonderful!
	Somewhere, deep inside Rick, a door had been unlocked, a dam had
been breached and he was flooded with an all consuming desire. What ever
restraints he had had before this were swept away. He only knew that here,
in his arms was a human being for whom he had developed a liking, for whom
he possessed now an insatiable desire.
	Hamid's initial action, Rick knew, took unprecedented will. Rick
was the first person for whom Hamid had presented his nude body--he knew
that. The effect of that action on the American was unprecedented. Hamid
was pushed away. Quickly Rick sank to his knees and took that nearly erect
cock into his mouth. This action elicited a quick intake of breath as Hamid
looked down and observed his cock disappearing into Rick's mouth.
	This was a first for both men. The first time Hamid had ever had
his cock sucked. The first time Rick had ever had another man's cock in his
mouth. For both the sensations were beyond description.
	Hamid had reveled in the feeling engendered in his cock when he
moved a lotion covered hand up and down its length during those solitary
masturbation sessions. He briefly remembered the feeling of Rick's hand on
his rigid pole that time during their confinement. But, nothing compared to
the feeling of his cock as it sunk into this hot, moist mouth! Every nerve
ending was transmitting sensations of delicious lasciviousness, feelings
which transported Hamid to realms never before thought possible. He was
beyond conscious description of what he was experiencing. He watched as his
cock appeared and then disappeared into that wonderful mouth--that organ of
inexpressible delight. Hamid eyes closed as he indulge in this unique
sensation. Without volition, his hips automatically began to rhythmically
flex in consort with the plunging mouth. He slowly opened his eyes and
observed his cock fucking Ricks mouth. There was a strange sense of
disembodiment to this
 whole situation.
	Rick was somehow consumed with the compulsion to take this cock
into his mouth! If just one day before this, anyone had suggested that he
would be undertaking such an action, he would have been rejected the idea
out of hand, repulsed by the very thought. Yet here he was! The sensation
of the flared head as it first passed over his lips, inward, was fantastic!
He felt the hard, hot shaft as he took half of that length into his
mouth. There was a strange neutral taste to this rigid cock! Tongue swirled
over that strange object in his mouth with uncontrolled exploration. Each
and every sensation was telegraphed to his brain where the pleasurable
sensations were catalogued and multiplied. Deeper and deeper he allowed the
invasion of that turgid pole. Moans of delight escaping from Hamid and the
imperceptible fucking motions fueled Ricks endeavors and he matched the
thrusting of that long, straight rod with equally deliberate counter
thrusts.
	Hamid became aware that he was nearing an explosion. He quickly
reached down, grasped Ricks head and withdrew his cock. Rick glanced up,
questioningly.
	"Stand up," Hamid demanded, hoarsely. Rick complied. Without a word
Hamid grasped the edge of Rick's polo shirt and drew it over his head. He
then dropped his hands to the belted pants and fumbled at the buckle. Rick
quickly brushed Hamid's hands aside and deftly unbuckled and unzipped his
pants. Hamid's hands grasped the briefs and quickly peeled them down as
Rick lowered his trousers.
	Rick's hard, throbbing cock, finally released from its cloth prison
sprang outward and upward. Momentarily, Hamid gazed down at the unyielding
member, standing proud. The sight of this hard cock penetrated his
consciousness--the implication seared his mind. He hesitated. Then with
willful decision he reached out and grasped the throbbing organ in his
hand. The heat, energy and strength that was transmitted swept away any and
all hesitation. Slowly he sunk to his knees, never taking his eyes off that
formidable muscle. He bent towards the florid, flared head and lightly
sniffed. Then without hesitation he parted his lips and took the head into
his mouth. Both smell and taste were neutral. With deliberate motion he
began to move his head back and forth. Any compunction, any qualms he may
have had were entirely dissipated as he sucked that sensuous member. He
wallowed in the sensation of that cock created.
	Suddenly, Rick withdrew, causing a low popping sound and sunk to
his knees in front of Hamid. He cupped the Egyptian's face in his hands and
kissed him--moist lips on equally wet lips. They were breathless in their
excitation. Rick stood up, lifting Hamid with him and moved to the
bed. There they embraced, kissed and let their hands explore the other's
body. Words were not uttered. Nothing could be said to explain their
feelings or actions at this time. They lavished each other with hot, moist
kisses. Tongues traced patterns and explored. Finally, they found
themselves opposite the other's turgid cock--a classic soixante-neuf
position--and avidly began to minister to each other's needs and
desires. Heads bobbed, hips thrust, muscles strained and sensations mounted
to the point of ultimate release. Each sensing their own impending orgasm
they withdrew their cocks and instantly grasped the other's pulsing cock in
their hands.
	Rick gasped, "I'm going to cum!"
	Hamid could not utter a word.
	Simultaneously they both shot copious amounts of lustral,
opalescent cum--anointing each other with hot viscous fluid. Gasping,
twitching and finally relaxing, they lay breathless. Bodies relaxed. The
exertion, the implications of this wonderful diversion caused both men to
slip into delicious nothingness.
	Some time later, Rick roused himself, raised upon his elbow and
observed Hamid's recumbent form with wonder. Presently Hamid opened his
eyes.
	"That was wonderful," was all Rick could say.
	"Yes," came the solitary word.
	Rick slowly moved off the bed, reached out for Hamid's hand which
was given and they both walked to the bathroom. They showered together and
luxuriated in this simple intimacy. After toweling off they walked back
into the room. Quietly they embraced each other and kissed.
	Their new found delight was refueled by the kiss and again they
fell upon the bed and performed a variation on what had gone before. This
time, they did not fall into satiated slumber, but lay side by side, hands
gently touching the other.
	"Hamid?"
	"Yes?"
	"I don't know what's happening, but it's wonderful."
	"Yes."
	For a long time they merely lay their, contemplating what had just
transpired and the implications. It was Hamid who broke the silence.
	"Never would I have ever imagined that I would find myself in this
situation . . . . Nothing in my life has prepared me for this . . . . for
what I am feeling . . . . " His voice trailed off.
	Rick had similar feelings. "I know . . . . I can't explain it
. . . . either. I only know . . . . that this feeling . . . . this
. . . this act can not be . . . . bad. Nothing so wonderful can be bad."
	"I know. But . . . . all my life I have thought . . . . I have been
taught . . . . that it is wrong . . . it is against all that is
natural. Yet . . . . I still want you . . . . I still want . . . . it!" The
last was said with a sob. Then came from deep inside the mournful, "Yah
Allah!"
	The pain of Hamid's anguish was transmitted to Rick. He reached
over and enfolded Hamid sobbing body and just held him. Minutes later,
Hamid pulled away and without a word, donned his soiled clothing and
quietly let himself out of Rick's room. Rick sat on the edge of the bed,
unable to utter a syllable.
	Rick knew some of Hamid's anguish. Some of the same conflict was
his as well. He also had some idea of the position Hamid's faith regarding
this situation. This he could nothing about, only hoping that Hamid could
arrive at some resolution. The turmoil was, at this time, insoluble.


	Leadenly, Rick went down to the lobby restaurant and quietly ate
his evening meal. After a second cup of coffee, he returned to his room. He
checked his laptop, but there was nothing. The late news was on the
television when he heard a light knock on his door. Looking through the
security eye piece, he saw Hamid and quickly opened the door.
	Hamid entered without a word, stood in the middle of the room and
regarded Rick. Standing with his back to the closed door, Rick said
nothing. It was Hamid who broke the silence.
	With a sob, he blurted out, "Allah forgive me, but I want you!"
	With that Rick embraced him and held his sob racked body. Long
minutes, after the quaking subsided, Rick whispered, "We don't have to
. . . ."
	"I want you, Rick," came clear and precise. And, with that Hamid
tenderly placed a kiss on Rick's lips. Pulling away, his face registered
both confusion and pain. Again he kissed Rick, this time longer and more
penetrating.
	Rick had realized the internal, elemental suffering and moral
confusion that Hamid was experiencing--after all he was also going through
the same throes. However, the second, lingering kiss quickly rekindled the
passion that had erupted that afternoon and he returned the kiss with equal
vigor.
	Hamid's hips drove forward as Rick's tongue explored the inside of
his mouth. He felt strange sensations race up and down his spine as he
uttered an involuntary groan.
	Quietly and with some haste they stripped the clothes off of the
other and then came together--skin against skin, body against body--urging
themselves closer to the other. Each transmitted the heat of erotic desire
to the source of their passion. As they kissed deeply and with penetrating
fire, cocks hardened and insinuated themselves up between firmly pressed
bellies, and hands coursed over the exposed backs and buttocks.
	They broke their long, all consuming kiss and gasped for
breath. Now both smiled knowingly at the other. They moved to the bed, upon
which they fell, locked in that primordial embrace. First one, then the
other took the initiative as necks were tongued, then nipples, already
erect were licked, lightly grasped between teeth and then sucked. Torsos
were tongue-explored, then bellies. Both gasped as the other's tongue ran
over that arched depression where abdomens merge into thighs.
	Soddened with desire, yet also for this wonderfully sensitive man,
Rick propped himself up, look into Hamid's questioning eyes, and said, "Do
you want to continue?"
	"Yes," came the simple, quiet answer.
	Rick continued, "Hamid, you make me feel so . . . . wonderful!"
	The most brilliant smile suffused Hamid's being.  "Yes. This
. . . . is close . . . . to . . . . paradise," he uttered.
	"I don't know all you believe, but no God would give us this much
pleasure and joy if it was . . . . wrong!"
	Hamid merely nodded. His moral confusion was boundless.
	Then, it was Rick who first moved down to that thatch of black hair
from which stood, proudly the hard, pulsing cock of Hamid. He licked the
head, ran his tongue down the underside--along that firm ridge, and back up
the topside. This action brought an uncontrolled convulsion to Hamid's
abdominal muscles.
	"Arghhh!"
	Rick parted his lips further, encased the throbbing head and then
plunged downward 'til his nose was buried in the lush bush of cock
hairs. There he inhaled the delicious musk-like odor of the Egyptian's
body. Slowly he began to piston his head up and down on the unyielding,
upstanding pole.
	The feeling of Ricks mouth as it moved up and down his cock was
inexpressible delicious and brought Hamid to the point of unbelievable
sensitivity. Quickly, without a word he jackknifed, rotated, twisted his
body 'til he faced Ricks swollen, pulsing cock, looking down, aimed his own
wet cock again towards the moist open mouth, inserted it, and then
swallowed the complete length of Ricks substantial cock.
	Through his cock-filled mouth, Rick uttered a gasp as his own hard
member was devoured, encased deep in that hot, wet mouth and throat. Both
men sucked avidly the other's cock. Heads bobbed as lubricated lips slid
over hard, muscled, delectable dicks! At the same time their free hands
moved over ball-sacks, thighs and dark clefts. As a hand moved between
Rick's thighs, without conscious thought the he lifted his free thigh and
Hamid's hand moved deeper into that torrid region. The feel of the
Egyptian's fingers coursing close to his puckered hole brought a deep groan
from Rick's cock-filled mouth. Without conscious volition, only aware of
the lascivious feeling that those fingers were causing, he parted his legs
even more.
	Hamid was only slightly aware of the pleasure his exploring hand
was imparting. He insinuated a finger even further in, until he came in
contact with that puckered, tight hole. Again a deep, guttural groan. Hamid
rubbed his finger back and forth over that tightly closed gate.
	Rick pulled off Hamid's cock, momentarily, and gasped, "Oh, God."
Immediately he began to suck that hard cock with more fervor and, too, he
slid his hand into that dark crease of the man he was sucking. Hamid's
reaction was the same as Rick's. Soon both were sucking--their heads moving
over the other's cock as a mindless machine--pistoning up and down; in and
out with ever increasing speed and depth! At the same time fingers were
moving over quaking, pursed holes creating incredible sensations, unknown
and, heretofore, unacceptable desires.
	Without preamble or any other signal, Rick pushed off Hamid's cock,
turned--in so doing dislodging his own cock from that hot mouth--and
imparted a deep, penetrating, wet kiss on Hamid's open mouth. Both groaned
at the unexpected lasciviousness of that action. Rick threw his right leg
over Hamid, thus crouched over he Egyptian he probed the other with his
exploring tongue. Again, as before, breathless he pulled away, panting and
sat back, observing the passion filled face of this new found desire. Rick
felt that hard, hot cock between his legs, resting against his equally hot,
sensitized hole and began to move imperceptibly forward and backward over
that rigid muscle. The friction of hard cock against hot hole was
incredibly delightful. Both men luxuriated in the feeling.
	From somewhere, buried deep in Rick's psyche surfaced a desire, a
need. A yearning so foreign so previously unacceptable that Rick fought to
suppress it with all the conscious strength that he possessed. Nonetheless,
it fought its way to the surface and took control. "Oh, my God! I want him
to fuck me!" he screamed to himself. Again, he fought to neutralize that
longing. Yet, his hips, with a will of their own, continued to slide back
and forth upon the pulsing, burning, voluptuous shaft. "I won't be able to
do it," he said to himself. "I don't have any lubricant." Saying that, he
glanced towards the bedside table where a number of personal articles
stood, among them a bottle of hypoallergenic hand lotion. Had fate taken
control? That inexpressible desire was fueled beyond the point of debate!
	Leadenly, as an automaton, he reached over and grasped the small
bottle. Squeezing out a dollop of pearly white lotion, he moved backwards
and anointed the whole length of that throbbing, hard muscle, now between
his legs. Carefully he re-anointed his fingers and reached behind him to
slather the lotion over his hole. Carefully, he slowly inserted a finger
into his own ass hole. His face, a mixture of desire, questioning and the
surprise at feeling his own finger sliding into him, mirrored all. Slowly
he withdrew his finger passed the tightly muscled gate and then reasserted
it deeper. His brown knitted in a slight frown.
	Hamid was almost instantly aware of the impending action as his
cock was slathered with the lotion. The feeling of the cool slippery liquid
was in stark contrast to the heated contact that he had just previously
experienced. He, too, carefully observed Rick's face as he prepared
himself. Suddenly, clear realization lased through his brain.
	"Have you ever done this before?" Hamid asked with a quiet
insistency.
	Rick shook his head as he concentrated on preparing himself for the
reception of that formidable cock.
	"No! You don't have to do this!" Hamid said quietly as he tried to
sit up.
	Gently, Rick pressed him back onto the bed and merely smiled. He
had accepted the fact that he now desired to have this cock buried in his
ass. He now was fighting down the panic that his acceptance engendered and
fought to relax his body. He had been instructed that one way to ease
stress was to deep breathe. So, Rick began to rhythmically take in deep
breaths and willed his body to relax. Simultaneously, he grasped that hard
cock and positioned himself over it's florid head. Rick sensed that the
roaring erection that Hamid had exhibited minutes before had lessened
somewhat. Slowly he drew the flared cock-head back and forth over his
tightly puckered, lubricated hole. That action had an effect on both men.
	Hamid, who had desired to slip his hard cock into that hot tunnel
of Rick's, began to soften when he realized that Rick was
inexperienced. His concern for Rick took precedence over his elemental
desire. Yet, when his cock-head was dragged back and forth over that craved
opening, desire reasserted itself and he quickly sprang to full, rugged
erection. He wanted to thrust his hips upward, impaling Rick on his
unyielding cock. But, he sensed that it was Rick who needed to take the
initiative and he merely lay there, accepting that which was to come--its
inevitability.
	Rick, with incredible will, felt his body relax somewhat. His
concentration at relaxing was reaping its end--so much so that his own cock
began to slump downward. He lowered his torso until he felt the pressure of
the firm head pressing against his equally tightened opening. He breathed
deeply, concentrating and bore down farther. Suddenly the mushroom head
slipped passed the muscled gate and was gripped just behind its flaring
ridge. Rick gasped--partly in pain, but more at the strange, uncomfortable
feeling of his hole being invaded by this muscle! He held his position and
breathed again deeply. He bore down further and could feel an inch or so of
that formidable cock slide deeper into his hot, dark tunnel. Again he took
a deep breath and again he lowered himself even further. The initial pain
had lessened considerably, but the strangeness of his ass being stuffed
remained. Finally, after a couple more profound breaths he sat all the way
down on that
 cock!
	All this time, Hamid said nothing, did nothing. He merely laid
there and let Rick proceed at his own pace. He, too, concentrated, for the
enormity of the realization of what Rick was doing had again caused a
certain slackening in the rigidity of his own cock. Little did he know that
this lessening of hardness was what allowed Rick to take his substantial
cock into his 'virgin ass.'
	Rick sat upon that cock for a minute, adjusting his feelings to
this unfamiliar intrusion. Then he opened his eyes which had been closed
during the period of insertion and regarded Hamid. Eyes locked on each
other. Both read a glazed, excited, sensuous mien in the other's eyes. Then
Rick rose up an inch or two and then slowly sat back.
	Hamid gasped at this sensation and his cock began to swell to its
former size and rigidity.
	Rick found that the pain had completely subsided, but not the
strange feeling of being loaded. However as he moved upwards and then
downwards, a new sensation, caused by that cock slipping in and out, began
to infiltrate his senses. Again he moved up and down, and again that new
feeling became more dominant. And, he admitted to himself, it was not
without pleasure. Slowly he began a rhythmic movement up and down--be
became emptied and filled, emptied and filled. The pleasurable sensation
mounted to the point that he no longer consciously moved his body up and
down, but it now had a will of his own. He moved farther up and then
farther down--deeper and deeper, faster and faster. The sensation boiled
over and he was consumed by this new delicious, lascivious feeling.
	Hamid, too, began to spiral upwards as he experienced this new
sensation. He had never fucked anyone. Without thought his hips flexed
upwards in consort with the downward thrusts of Ricks hot, tight, fantastic
hole. Rick fucked Hamid's cock and Hamid fucked Rick's ass--it was an
erotic duet of unimaginable pleasure.
	Rick subconsciously took his flaccid cock and began to pump it. The
motion of his heavily lotion covered hand on his cock coupled with the
feeling of Hamid's cock in his ass, quickly brought him to throbbing
hardness. Hamid reached out and took Rick's slippery cock from him and
began to move his hand up and down the shaft. He torqued his hand as he
increased the rhythm of his pounding fist. As Hamid increased the movement
of his hand so did Rick speed up his plunging ass. Soon the actin of hand
and hips began to blur in a miasma of erotic, sensual desire and longing.
	The erotic sensations that both men had felt and savored suddenly
spiraled out of control and they both shot upward into the void of total
and absolute release. All conscious will was subverted as they raced into
the breach of sensual liberation. From the tips of their respective
cock-heads copious amounts of lustral fluid erupted--filling the entrails
of one and covering the chest of the other. Simultaneously, low, guttural,
primordial sounds issued from deep within. Neither took heed of the volume
of their groans, and, luckily, no one was near the room to hear these
sexual releases.
	Both Hamid and Rick were bathed in sweat as the floated down from
that stratospheric height. Rick, exhausted, braced his arms on either side
of Hamid's chest as he look into the other's eyes, panting. Hamid looked up
into the face of the one who had just given him a most magnificent
gift. They both smiled. Hamid encircled Rick's chest with his arms and drew
him down towards him. Their sweaty torsos, one covered with cum, came
together and they kissed, unabashedly.
	"That was fantastic," Rick whispered.
	"It was more than fantastic," came the reply.
	Satiated, the two held that position--Hamid's arms around Rick's
torso, torso on torso and Hamid's cock still buried in that hot, quaking
hole--and fell into a slumber that comes after such glorious exertion.


	Later, as they had both cum together, they awoke together.
	Rick raised his head to regard his partner and smiled into the
Egyptian's eyes. "You are most wonderful," he whispered.
	Hamid smiled back, words escaped him. He reached up and planted a
quick kiss on those warm lips.
	Wordlessly, Rick roused himself, and rolled off Hamid, dislodging
that gratifying cock in the process. He looked down on that flaccid
pleasure tool and fondled it meaningfully.
	He took Hamid's hand and they walked to the shower. Together, at
first, they merely stood under the anointing shower and gloried in the
feeling of that clear liquid as it cascaded over their bodies. After
minutes they began to soap themselves and then each other. At first, this
cleansing process was merely that--cleansing.
	Then, as hands began to roam over nipples and cocks and asses, this
ministration began to take on another objective. Cleansing was supplanted
by play, and that play was decidedly sensual! They chuckled as they watched
the other's cock arch outward, swell and become erect. Soaped hands grasped
the other's cock and gently began to move up and down its length in erotic
play, sensing and recording every feature of these luxurious love tools.
	The water cascaded over them and each, in turn, knelt and sucked
the other's cock into their mouths--teasing and tasting. Again they soaped
themselves and Hamid turned to rinse the soap of his torso. Rick observed
the tautly muscular back and his gaze slid down to the twin orbs of Hamid's
firm, muscular ass. They were so inviting! Rick grasped that delectable ass
in his soapy hands and began to massage them sensuously. Hamid stopped his
rinsing and luxuriated in the feeling of those sensitive hands and the
feeling that they produced. The smooth, firm muscled forms beneath his
hands caused Rick's cock to lurch upward. Their firmness and satiny
smoothness was devoid of any hair--delightful to the touch. He traced a
hand up towards that flat V'ed area at the base of the spine and observed
the twin dimples that bordered this space. Slowly he brought his hand
downward over the deep cleft and allowed one finger to slip in deeper than
the others. As the hand
 moved downwards, it rounded over the swelling and came to where thighs met
buttocks. He slid a finger deep into that moist, hot crack until it came in
contact with the puckered opening.
	Hamid rolled his hips, offering greater access to that area. Rick
rubbed his finger back and forth over the tightly closed orifice. Hamid
felt a tingling sensation course through his body. Slowly, carefully, the
finger slipped passed that strong, muscled gate and entered its dark
recesses. Hamid gasped at the pleasure that the intruding finger was giving
him. Rick pushed his finger in further, and in so doing, Hamid bent over,
offering up his ass to that finger which was giving him such heretofore
unfelt pleasure.
	Slowly Rick pulled his finger out, somewhat, and then reasserted
it. He repeated that action in a slow fucking motion--in and out, in and
out, in and out. Hamid, water cascading over his back, luxuriated in the
sensation. Rick could feel that tight opening relax and become less
restrictive. He increased the speed of his finger fucking.
	With out a word, Hamid stood up, turned around, kissed Rick fully
on the lips, took his hand and led him, dripping wet, out of the shower,
out of the bathroom and onto the bed. Still, without speaking, he laid Rick
on his back, grasped the bottle of lotion, slathered a copious amount on
the American's cock, anointed his own relaxed asshole and straddled the
recumbent hips. Without hesitation, his hand grasped Ricks cock and aimed
it towards his sensitized hole. He lowered his body and with little
resistance the flared cock-head popped inside. Hamid gasped--partly in
pleasure, partly by the invasion of that muscled form. He bore down further
'til nearly half the length of Rick's cock was obscured by his stretched
hole. His rectal muscles spasmed and Hamid gasped again, closed his eyes to
fight off the feeling of discomfort and concentrated on what he now
desired. After a moment the spasm ceased and Hamid bore down 'til the whole
length of that
 substantial cock was deep inside him.
	"Oh, Allah! It feels so good," he whispered as he opened his eyes
to regard Rick's face.
	"Yes," came the reply.
	Hamid raised up and then plunged down again. "Ahhh," he cried out
in pleasure.
	Again he lifted himself partially off that cock and lowered himself
back onto its length. An, again, he gasped in pleasure.
	The sensation of that hot, tight, lubricated tunnel sent shock
waves through Rick. His whole body tensed in erotic anticipation.
	"Fuck me, Rick," Hamid gasped.
	Quickly, Rick sat up, wrapped his arms around the hot Egyptian,
torqued his body until he was on top. That action caused hip to slip off
the bed. He knelt on the floor, Hamid still on the bed, his cock still
buried deep inside the dusky ass, and took Hamid's legs and placed them
over his shoulders. Thus positioned he began to slowly fuck that luxurious
hole. This position allowed him a full view of Hamid's erotically
transformed face--it was suffused with desire and lasciviousness. He
continued his deep penetration.
	"It feels so good," Rick breathed.
	Hamid merely nodded his reply as he reached out to grasp and
manipulate Rick's hard, prominent nipples. Rick gasped again and reached
for Hamid's rigid cock and began to run his hand up and down its length.
	Hamid, unconsciously began to rotate his hips in consort with that
driving cock. His mind marveled at the sensations that were shooting
through his body. He marveled at the fact that he was allowing a cock in
his ass. He marveled at the feelings, apart from desire, that Rick had
imparted.
	Rick increased the speed of his flexing hips and his pounding fist,
bring both to the brink of release. Eyes began to cloud in the anticipation
of the cosmic explosion both desired. Breath quickened as all movement
became automatic and the mind redirected itself solely to the cock and the
discharge that was now demanded!
	As the brink was reached, Hamid reached up, grasped Ricks face and
drew it towards his own and their lips locked in a violent, all consuming
kiss. Simultaneously the two again reached their climax together. Groan
mixed with groan as tongues intertwined. After the last spurting spasm had
ceased they relaxed and their lips parted.
	"I love you," Hamid barely whispered.
	Rick said nothing. The feeling of his own cosmic explosion coupled
with the simple statement of Hamid were incomprehensible at this moment.
	Slowly, Rick withdrew his still firm cock, encircled Hamid's waist
and lifted him onto the bed where he too reclined. Arms and torsos
entwined. Legs entwined and thus positioned they wordlessly slipped into a
deep sleep that lasted for hours.


	Rick was the first to awake. He was on his back, his right arm
cradling Hamid's head. Hamid hand thrown his right leg over Rick and his
arm lay upon the latter's chest. Rick realized that he had a huge
piss-hard-on. Carefully he slipped off the bed and went to the bathroom
where he emptied his bladder.
	He came back into the room, regarded the sleeping figure spread out
on his bed, his eyes moved over the lightly muscled, honey colored torso,
dusted with black hair, down to the luxurious thatch of cock hairs from
which sprang that incredible cock, now also hard, over the beautifully
proportioned thighs and down to the muscled thighs. Hamid's legs were
spread somewhat, offering the merest glimpse of that incredibly smooth ass
as it rested on the bed coverings. Carefully he got back on the bed,
reached over and encircled Hamid's chest with his left arm. He lay there,
regarding the wonderful profile of this most desirable man.
	Rick's mind wondered over the past twenty-four hours and attempted
to logically analyze this turn of events. He came to realize that,
regardless of the untoward actions of Rod, he really enjoyed, desired
physical, sexual contact with another man. This was a realization that was
not easy to accept, but now he did and without any regret. He thought back
over the past week, and in particular his association with Hamid. True,
there was remarkably little conversation of a personal nature in comparison
to 'shop talk.' Yet, he felt an attachment to this man. He had to admit
that this attachment was tempered by the lovemaking that they had engaged
in and the unleashing of his pent up passions. Regardless, no matter how
this sexy Egyptian had turned him on and brought him to screaming climax,
there was, nonetheless, a feeling of tenderness that had developed towards
Hamid. Rick moved cautiously towards Hamid's final statement, last
night. "I love you." was
 Rick's feelings love? He did not know. He only knew that this statement
confused, clouded his mind and reason. He would have to think about it
dispassionately. Not now!
	Hamid began to stir.


--20 August, 2000--

	Hamid had left for his room early that morning. There was a
lightness about him that had not been present before.
	Rick, too, experienced an euphoria that was most pleasant.
	At 10:30, Rick's phone rang. "Yes?"
	"Rick?" came the question. Rick immediately recognized the voice,
further he perceived a deep concern in the Egyptian's utterance.
	"Yes," he merely answered.
	Then words tumbled forward in short staccato sentences, "I've been
recalled. The conference has been canceled. It's been moved. My plane
leaves in one and a half hour. I barely have time."
	"What!" Rick breathed into the phone.
	"Ohh, Yah Allah! I have found you. Now I must leave you."
	"When did you find out?" Rick quickly and quietly demanded.
	"Just now. . . . I got a call. . . . Most unusual! I have to leave
immediately. . . . Oh, Allah, why?"
	Rick fought his feelings of impending loss and questioned, "When
was the conference canceled?"
	"I don't know! Oh, my Rick, I shall miss you. "
	Rick sensing his own feelings, said quietly, "I shall miss you too,
my dear, dear Egyptian."
	"Insyallah," was all Hamid said as he broke the connection.
	Rick sat holding the dead phone and fought to consider all the
implications. Quickly he replaced the phone back into its cradle, took his
laptop and typed in his access code. There was a message awaiting him:
"Conference canceled. Rescheduled. Date and location unknown. Return
immediately." Slowly he acknowledged, signed off and placed his laptop in
the carryon. He methodically, and leadenly packed, checked out of the hotel
and took the next flight back to the States.
	As he boarded the plane, he felt an inexplicable longing for his
Egyptian counterpart/friend.