Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2012 21:36:21 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Customer/Dexter's Saga #19

The Customer/Dexter's Saga
Chapter 19
By Joystick

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End of chapter 18

He has everything we need, blond, blue eyes, good looks and American. With
my training and direction, he can be the perfect puppet. He will be the one
to turn this country around to our way and once we have the United States -
it will be a Muslim world. We will have avenged the Crusades. We will have
a new Islamic world Empire with him as Sultan, but you and I will be the
real power behind the throne."

Chapter 19

"So we are in agreement then? You will run for the Lieutenant Governor's
spot. You will not challenge the Governor in the primary and you will
support the Party," Dan said.

"I will have to talk this over with Jess. I know this will be a great
disappointment to him. He was looking forward to living in the Governor's
Mansion. However, I do know he is against my running in a primary. In fact,
whenever I talked about the possibility, he was vehemently opposed to
it. Along with other reasons, he thought it would be fruitless and would
only make more enemies than friends."

"He was right about that. Besides costing millions, primaries do not weed
out the weaker candidates but they do hurt the party unity. In the old days
candidates were chosen by party bosses who knew who could win. And winning
was all that mattered. That kid of yours has a good political mind. We will
have to watch him and be careful with him," the Party Chairman laughed,
"or, he may wind up becoming the puppet master and pulling our strings."

"That's why I'm training him. And why I need you to also help me train
him. Like I told you before - by the time we are ready to make our big move
- he will be 'one of us'. He will be a secrete but loyal member of the Army
of Islam. And, as such, we will direct and control him," the Judge assured
his relative. "I can almost see it now. He is going to be the Al-Mahdi
(savior) who will avenge our an-Nakba (Catastrophe). With him in the White
House and you and I right there behind him, we will not fail this time. We
will change the whole country to the ways of Allah. We will institute our
law and rule by the will of Allah. There are times when the soldiers of
Allah must ally themselves with the enemy in order to win the ultimate
prize. This may be one of them. As far as the deal which you just offered,
I will talk to him and let you know our answer as soon as possible."

"No, Yethro. I'm sorry, but that is not good enough! This is one of those
times when we act now or lose the opportunity. I must have your answer
tonight. The Party has to have the time to arrange the change. There must
be some political inducement for the present Lieutenant Governor to give up
the position."

"Does he know about the cancer?"

"No, aside from his doctors, family, you and I, no one else knows and it
can not get out or we lose everything."

"What little tidbit are you going to dangle before the present Lieutenant
Governor's eyes to get him off the ticket?"

"A seat on the State Appellate Court has opened up and we must fill it
right away. It should be enough to make him happy and I know that he will
prefer that, rather then having to run in another political election," Dan
said. "After all he is a lawyer and this will give him a chance to rewrite
the law as we want it."

"That should be enough to seal the deal. Okay, I'll tell you what. You go
back out to the pool and tell Jessie to come in here. I'll talk it over
with him. While we are doing that, you and the guys can change into swim
trunks and take a dip in the pool. After Jess and I talk it over, we will
join you and let you know our decision. Is that fair enough?"

"It sure is and Yethro, believe me, this is the best deal you are ever
going to get."

Yethro sat down and finished his cup of tea as Dan went back to the pool
where he found that the other members of his committee and Jess were
already in bathing gear and splashing around in the pool. Jess did a
Jackknife dive off the board and when he came up Dan signaled him to come
to the side of the pool. "Your father would like to talk with you in the
library. He wants your opinion on what we just talked about. If I were you
- I would make him see the logic of the situation and I hope you can
convince him to work with us."

"Sir, as a relative, you know that once the Judge has his heels set in the
ground, there is usually nothing anyone can do to change his mind. I love
him - but..."

"Yes, I know that streak of stubborn 'Bedouin' in him, but if anyone can
change his mind, it is you! Go, he is waiting for you! Just dry yourself
off and go right in. Not being a full Bedouin myself, I can not understand
what you have that makes him so receptive, but as long as you can make him
see the light, you have my seal of approval. Try anything. Use your
charms. I'm sure that once you think about it you yourself will agree that
it really is a good deal and the only chance we may have. Now, be a good
boy and show me where the trunks are. The pool looks real inviting. I'm
going to join the boys. When you and Yethro are finished come join us."

Jessie showed him where the extra suits were and then wrapping himself in a
large towel he went into the Library where he found Yethro sitting in the
big overstuffed chair behind his desk. "Quick, close the door! I want to
get your opinion on this offer. It is better than I expected. I don't even
have to fight for the job. They are giving it to me on a silver platter."
Yethro swore him to silence and then explained the deal. "Well, what do you
think of it?"

Jessie went over to him and asked, "Is it permitted to kiss the next
Governor? I think it's a great deal. Even, if by some chance the man lives
out his entire term in office, you will still be in place to replace him in
four years. You get almost everything - without having to battle for it. It
will give you a foot in the door of power. Once that door is ajar - we can
kick down the door and take it all! Yes, lover, take the offer and take it
quickly, before they realize what they have given away and change their
minds."

"Good! I'm so glad to see that you think like I do. I'm glad you agree with
me. It is even better than I thought it would be. Let's tell them our
decision and let's do it now," Yethro said as he smiled, walked to the
door, opened it and then they made their way to the pool area. All of the
committee members were now in the water splashing and having a good time
Yethro approached and said, "Gentlemen, after due deliberation with my son,
we have made a decision! For the good of the party, I will accept the
second spot on the ticket. I will not challenge the man for his seat and I
will support the party."

The men cheered and swam over to shake his hand. The Chairman grabbed his
hand and shouted, "Yethro, we think it's about time you got your feet wet,"
- and pulled him into the water.

Surfacing and spitting out water, the Judge laughed and swam to the stairs,
got out of the pool and said, "Damn it Jessie, break out the Champagne for
every one. If I'm going to drown, let it be in wine."

 "And I thought you Muslims did not drink," one of the committeemen said.

"Not usually, but this is a special night and I'm sure Allah will forgive
me, but a little wine can not hurt. We do keep a supply of good wine for
special celebrations. Jess, please ask the butler to set up some glasses
and chill a few bottles of the good bubbly for us."

Jess rang for the help and then directed them to clear away the food and
open the bar. After a few toasts to the upcoming successful campaign and a
bit more swimming, one of the committeemen took Yethro aside and started to
compliment him on his son. "That is one good looking kid you got
there. What does he do for a living? Is he working? Is he going to school?
Is he going with someone?"

The Judge told him about Jessie working as his law clerk and studying for
the law. He also explained that he had just adopted Jessie and had not
arranged for his marriage yet. "As far as a girlfriend, we Muslims have our
methods and when the time is right, I'm sure the matchmaker will come up
with a good match. Why are you asking?"

"Well, I like him and I just happen to have a single daughter and I'm
always looking for a good match."

"And how old is this daughter of yours?" Yethro asked warily.

"She is beautiful and well educated."

"How old?"

"She has a nice job working as a secretary to a very important government
official."

"How old?" Yethro repeated.

"Twenty six," the committeeman answered sheepishly.

"I mean no disrespect, but my son is much too young for her or for any
woman right now. He has to finish his schooling and pass the Bar. By the
time he is ready to settle down and take a wife, your daughter would be
past childbearing age and while I'm sure she would be a wonderful catch, it
would be unfair to ask that she wait that long. I thank you for your offer
but when the time is right I will arrange for a woman who will be able to
produce many male heirs."

"You make it sound so clinical, sterile, devoid of love and old
fashioned. Why not introduce them and let them decide?"

"Perhaps that is the "American Way", but it is not my way or the way of my
family or my people. Jessie is my adopted son and while he is not really a
Muslim yet, it is my desire that he try to honor my ways as much as he
can. However, this is a free country and as they say, he is over
21. Therefore, you can if you want, talk to him about it. I would not
object if he were interested enough to date your daughter."

"No, I would not do that as it will only cause trouble between you and your
son."

"But I insist that you do. I would not like him to find out that I turned
down an opportunity for him to meet a young woman. I'm sure that if he were
to find her attractive and want to consider her as a wife, we could work
something out in a marriage contract," Yethro smiled. "That, too, is a
tradition along with the 'Bride Price' I would be required to pay you for
losing your daughter."

"Well if you really do not object - do I have your permission to at least
talk to him?"

"Yes, of course you do. I just don't want you to feel bad if he turns you
down," Yethro said as he looked around the room, spied Jess and called him
over. When he came over the Judge introduced him to the
committeeman. "Jess, tonight seems to be our evening for making deals. This
gentleman has a daughter that he thinks you might like to take out on a
date. I will leave the two of you to talk over the proposition."

Jessie put his arm around the man and directed him to one of the corner
tables where they could talk privately.

"I was just thinking, that when you move out of this area and into the
State Capitol, you might need to make a few new friends. I know it can be
lonely for a young man, such as you, to be in a big city without
friends. When my wife and I moved to the State Capitol my daughter had a
really hard time. Until she got her job and made a few friends she was at
loose ends. So I was thinking - you just might like someone to show you
around."

"That's very nice of you. I appreciate your concern and I'm sure it would
be very useful and pleasant. However, as of now, I'm not sure I will be
going with my father. You see I do have a job here and someone should look
after Yethro's property and interests here while he is away. I'm still the
court clerk and unless he needs me, I think I'll be staying here."

"Well the Capitol is not really that far away and if you should need a
guide, I could give you her name, address and telephone number," He said as
he took out his wallet and laid a picture on the table. "This is her
picture."

Jess picked it up and looked at it. Shit, he thought, of all the women it
had to be her. Phyllis! Without showing any emotion he returned the photo
and said, "She is a very nice looking woman, and perhaps if I were to come
with my father, it might be nice to have her show me the town. I have to be
honest and I must warn you and your family that I am not in the market to
settle down just yet. This conversation is rather embarrassing. You see my
father is...."

"Yes I know. He told me all about the customs, etc., but I just thought I
would try anyway. I know it was a long shot, but I had to try."

"I am honored that you did. It is not often that I am offered the
opportunity to meet beautiful women, but with the Judge running and my own
education ... I just can't find the time right now." Then, red faced the
committeeman shifted the conversation away from his daughter and talked
about the coming campaign and about his job and what Jess wanted to do for
the summer. Then Yethro came by and they all called it an evening.

After the guests left the Judge asked Jess how he had handled the over
zealous father.

"Evidently, someone forgot to tell him that I'm gay. I just told him that I
was too busy with work and studies to even think about taking on a
girlfriend at this time. He seemed to take it very well."

"When we decide you want a wife for bringing a child into this world, I
will pick out a young fertile Arab girl for you," the Judge said patting
him on the back. "I don't want you tied down to some spoiled American
bitch. Besides, that girl is much too old for you anyway,"

"Too old for me?" Jess laughed and put his arm around Yethro. "You know
very well that I go for older lovers! Let's get to bed, 'old man' and you
can show me how age can be a rewarding experience."

As they walked into their bedroom, Yethro said, "I think we had better
shower and get this chlorine off our bodies first."

Dropping their wet clothes to the floor, they hurried into the
bathroom. Jess entered, adjusted the shower temperature and when it was
just right, he took Yethro by the cock and guided him into the large shower
stall. He reached for the soap and a washcloth and started soaping up the
older man's body paying special extra attention to his genitals and his
ass. He loved the way the older man's body hair caused the lather to burst
up from the bar soap. When he finished, he gave the washcloth and soap to
Yethro and he reciprocated. They rinsed each other off and they embraced
and kissed as the water cascaded down on them. The Judge broke the kiss and
turned Jessie around so that he was facing away from him. He then bent him
over and without any preparation or lube other than the falling water he
forcefully penetrated his ass. The Judge, trying to prove his manhood,
became a viscous wild animal and rammed his cock in and out with the power
of a twenty-year-old stud. He grabbed Jessie's chin and tilted his head
back and kissed him ferociously. Passion overcame him and as he was about
to ejaculate he sunk his teeth into the nap of his victim's neck and he bit
and sucked on the tender skin.

The younger man tried to pull away but the Judge grabbed his cock and balls
and squeeeeeeeezzzzzzzed hard. "Don't ever try to pull away from me again!
You are mine and even if you are no longer my legal slave - there will be
times when I may want to treat you as one. And tonight just happens to be
one of them," Yethro shouted.

Jessie stomped his heal down hard on Yethro's instep causing him to release
his hold and pull away. "Just remember, my love, two can play that game and
if it's a game we are going to play, let's set up some basic rules
here. The first and last rule is, No means NO! And it is going to be that
way or no way. Understand? Just remember that I am now your son as well as
your lover.  You will treat me with respect - just as I will respect
you. If either of us says NO to anything - that's it. Is that understood?"
He shouted.

"Understood," Yethro said as he hung his head, got out of the shower and
handed Jess a towel. "I just got carried away. I'm sorry. I just wanted to
prove I wasn't a worn out old man. It will not happen again."

They dried each other off and Jessie said, "I'm afraid it will happen
again. We both must face the fact that we are sexual animals. But we must
learn to control the urge to devour each other. There are times when, I
too, feel the need to vent my sexual desire on you. However, I am not like
you, my love. I was born in a more civilized culture. You are the spawn of
the desert. A hot Bedouin and I realize that, for thousands of years you
and your people have been violent takers of the things you wanted. It was
the only way they could survive. So... they became a law unto themselves. I
must admit that was and still is what attracts me to you. And yes, I still
dream that crazy fantasy of being a Christian Crusader Knight captured by
you. The one you strip nude, abduct and carry across your saddle as your
trophy of war. As we gallop across the blazing desert, you hold me close to
your body and play with my sex as you nibble on my ear lobes. You see how
this arouses me and as I press back into your arms, we kiss. On we ride to
your secret oasis. There you dismount and you carry my nude body over your
strong shoulders into the cool shade of your goatskin tent. There, in what
at first appears to be a vast wasteland, but which I soon learn is also a
place of stark beauty and danger, you rape me. In the stark barrenness of
your tent, you force me to play the part of your passionate sex
slave. Later, with time, kindness, and love, the playacting becomes real
and natural. We soon learn to love each other. It is like that Broadway
play, 'The Desert Song'. But Yethro my love, the operative word in this
fantasy is love."

"For a so called civilized westerner you know me like a book. This is not
an easy thing for outsiders to do. Jess, not only do you know me, but there
are times that I forget who and what you are. I cannot make myself believe
that you are not a Bedouin or at least have the heart of one transplanted
in you," he said as he again took the younger man in his arms and kissed
his face and lips. "Yes, you may be a gentle Bedouin, but a passionate one
just the same. And I promise to become one myself. if you will just give me
the time."

They kissed and molded into each other's embrace. Yethro placed Jess gently
down on the big bed and lay down along side of him. He reached over into
the night table drawn and brought out the tube of lubricant and handed it
to the young man. "See, my love, I can be gentle and caring.  To prove it
I'll let you do all the work. Here, you lube up my cock then mount it at
your own speed and pleasure. Then I want you to be my Bedouin lover, I want
you to ride me like a camel into the sunset."

Jessie smiled as he lubed the dark olive colored circumcised penis and
lowered himself slowly onto the Judge's cock until the hard rod was firmly
ball deep in his ass.  Then he rode him with movements that imitated the
sideways lope of a camel. Slowly he milked the Arab cock with his ass using
every trick that he had learned when he worked in Sultan's brothel.

Yethro's dark fingertips rubbed along Jessie's white thighs, leaving small
slight red scratches, as he slowly met each thrust with a counter thrust.
He loved the way his dark, lube coated cock looked, as it breached the
white cliffs of Jessie's ass. Just like a battering ram. He moved his
fingers and grabbed hold of Jessie's cock and played with his foreskin as
the hard shaft beat against his belly. "Oh! Make this last, I love this,
lover, Yessss make it last! Make it last, my camel riding Crusader lover,"
he hissed.

To be continued...