Date: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 09:42:03 -0500
From: Jim 002 <jim002@outlook.com>
Subject: Aziz Chapter Three

                              Aziz
                      By jim002@outlook.com
              Copyright 2013 by jim002@outlook.com

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                              Three
   He kissed me again.
   "What kind of car would you like?" he asked me.
   "What?"
   "You are my wife now. You are wealthy. Do you want something
sporty or luxurious?"
   "I don't know. I was thinking of buying a used Honda Accord
from our neighbor."
   "How about a new BMW from a dealership, instead?"
   I laughed, nervously. "Are you serious?"
   "Yes, of course! If you want a Japanese car, maybe a Lexus
LS."
   "What on Earth would I say to Mom?"
   "She will have one, too."
   I laughed.
   "I don't think I should go home today in a new car. Mom might
think you are planning to seduce me." He chuckled.
   "It's too late."
   He looked at me.
   "You aren't going to tell your mother we had sex, are you?"
   "No. I didn't tell her we had sex last night. Just that I
wanted you."
   "Good. I still want both of you."
   I nodded. "But how will I pretend I'm not in love with you."
   "Oh, Joe." He kissed me. "All you have to do is act like you
aren't going to do anything about your love."
   I nodded.
   Aziz's cock was still stiff and still inside me.
   "Tell me about your first time."
   "With a woman?"
   "No. With your uncle."
   "Oh. He told my father he wanted me to help him with
something. When I got to his home, I found we were alone. His
wife and daughter were gone. He began talking about sex. How
enjoyable it was. He asked me if my father had explained sex to
me. I was fifteen, so of course, I already knew. I told him so.
He walked away. When he came back, he was naked."
   "Was he as gorgeous as you?"
   Aziz laughed.
   "I didn't think so, but you might. He got me drunk. I had
never had alcohol before. We ended up with his cock inside me. As
I said, it hurt a great deal."
   "Oh, god! He raped you!"
   Aziz frowned.
   "No. It was not rape. I was curious. I didn't ask him to stop
until the pain became great. In a way, I was pleased that I
excited him so much."
   "Did he let you fuck him?"
   Aziz laughed for a long time.
   "No. And at the time, I just wanted to go home, not prolong
it. As much as it hurt, I'm not sorry it happened. I did learn
about sex. I learned not to just shove my cock inside someone."
   I nodded.
   "You had sex with him, again?"
   "Yes. Whenever we were alone together, he asked me to let him
do it again. I said no. Finally, I said I would let him fuck me
if he sucked me."
   "Oh, wow!"
   "I was sure he would never do that, but to my surprise, he
agreed. He had to get very drunk to do it, but he gave me the
worst blow job I've ever had." I laughed.
   "Did you come?"
   "Not in his mouth, but yes."
   "Then he fucked you?"
   "He fucked me first. He took his time, probably to delay when
he would have to suck me. It didn't hurt as much."
   I began feeling Aziz's body again. He seemed to enjoy my
admiration. He leaned down and kissed me again.
   He sighed and pulled out of me.
   "I would love to fuck you all day, but I want to fuck your
mother tonight."
   "You are the first person who has ever said that to me,
Aziz."
   He laughed. "Are you sure?"
   "Pretty sure! Do you talk to your family often?"
   "No. Rarely."
   "Do they visit?"
   "They haven't."
   "Why did you say you had no interest in a gay lifestyle? No
one here would care."
   He sighed. He stared at me for a moment.
   "I suppose I still think the way I did at home. Gays are not
tolerated. Things are different here, I know. I guess the problem
is that I'm not different."
   "I don't really understand what a gay lifestyle is. Some gays
are single, some are married. The probably don't have similar
lifestyles."
   "That is true."
   He pulled out of me slowly, rolled onto his back, and looked
at the ceiling.
   "Did I upset you?"
   "No, dearest, no! You made me think. I am wondering myself
what I meant. I suppose I am afraid of what people will think. It
is not a pleasant thing to admit-caring what strangers think.
They probably wouldn't care and if they do, why does it matter to
me? I need to give this some thought.
   He rolled back towards me. He swallowed my dick. I got hard
instantly. He began sucking me.
   "Oh, Aziz!"
   He moved a finger around my hole and then pushed it inside
me. It slid in very easily. I had a lot of his cum in me. He
pinched one of my nipples, and I came. He swallowed my stuff,
which was a thrill. He pulled off and grinned at me.
   "That handsomest man in the world ate my spunk!"
   He laughed.
   "He enjoyed it, too."
   He got off the bed and started getting dressed.
   "Can I get a picture of you naked?"
   He grinned.
   "You can get one with my body, but leave my face out of the
shot."
   I got my cellphone and took several pictures, including close-
ups of his erect dick. He looked at the pictures and decided his
cock wasn't in focus enough. I took more pictures of it until he
said one was perfect. It was. I groaned when I saw the photo.
Aziz laughed.
   "You like your friend."
   "Oh, god, Aziz! I do!" I looked at the picture. "It is the
most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
   Aziz tilted my head up.
   "You are perfect, Joe. My cock loves you just as much as you
love him." He kissed me gently on the lips. "I will always be
hard around you."
   I stroked his cheek.
   "I'm so glad. Can I play with it whenever I want? This is all
new to me."
   "Yes, Joe. Whenever we are alone. You never have to wonder if
I will allow it. Even if I am soft from coming a few times, I
will still be pleased if you still want to play with him. I want
my body to give both of us pleasure.
   I smiled at him. He thrust his tongue into my mouth. We
kissed for several minutes.
   We both got dressed. We left the house and we walked to his
car. When we were in the car, he took my hand and kissed it. I
smiled at him.
   "I really wish we could spend the day having sex," he said.
   "Me, too."
   "We have tomorrow, though."
   I smiled. "That's true."
   "And I won't have a date with your mother tomorrow night. We
can have sex several times."
   I sighed.
   "Happy, beloved?"
   "I am, Aziz. I love you."
   "I love you."
   We stopped at a drugstore and bought me a tube of anesthetic
cream. We headed for the park.
   "How is your butt?"
   "Wet."
   "Do you think you are bleeding?"
   "I think I am leaking. How much cum did you shoot inside me?"
He grinned. "It's less messy when you feed it to me."
   He laughed and took my hand. He placed it on his crotch. I
felt him stiffen under my hand. I rubbed his erection.
   "You are a hungry boy. I see I shall have to feed you often."
   "I don't want food," I said, as I rubbed him.
   "No. You want my milk."
   I grinned at him and he laughed. I found his zipper and tried
to pull it down.
   "You want that."
   "Yes, Aziz. More than anything, I think."
   "Good. That is how it should be. Tomorrow you will spend the
day with him."
   We arrived at the park. Aziz took my bike out of his car.
   "I will see you when I pick your mother up."
   "I love you, Aziz."
   "I love you, too. Read up on cars on the internet and decide
which one you want."
   "Uh. OK."
   He looked around and then I did. There were kids playing. We
couldn't kiss.
   "I will see you tonight."
   I nodded.
   He got in his car and drove off. I got on my bike and rode
home. My butt was sore, and I was very glad to get off the bike.
Mom wasn't home. I looked at the time and figured she went
grocery shopping. She always did it on Saturday. I applied the
cream and it worked very well.
   I sat in my room and wondered what would happen. As much as I
hoped all three of us would be happy, I had trouble believing we
would be. Aziz and I could be happy, or Mom and Aziz. But the
three of us? How could it work? I got a sick feeling in my
stomach after a while.
   Mom got home and I helped her put the groceries away.
   "You seem worried. Is everything all right, Joe?"
   "Yes, Mom. Everything is fine."
   "Are you excited about spending time with Aziz tomorrow?"
   "Yes."
   Mom was silent for a minute.
   "Joe, you'll be with him, but you can't expect."
   I nodded.
   "I know, Mom."
   I spent most of the day in my bedroom, worrying and wondering
if three people could be happy the way Aziz wanted. I held my
phone the entire time, looking at his pictures. I thought about
looking at cars, like Aziz suggested, but I wanted Aziz, not a
car. Around five, Mom started getting ready for their date. A
little while later, Aziz called me.
   "Hello."
   "Hello, beloved. Have you been thinking of me?"
   "Yes, Aziz."
   "Did you look at cars?"
   "No, but I looked at your pictures. I saw something I want
much more than a car."
   Aziz laughed. "Oh, Joe! You are as horny as I am. You are the
perfect wife for me."
   I sighed.
   "You are now my wife, Joe."
   "I know. I'm glad."
   "Good!"
   Aziz got to our house about six-thirty. We were alone
briefly. He pushed something into my pocket.
   "In case you want to buy something," he whispered.
   I smiled at him.
   Mom joined us.
   "I'm ready!"
   "Bye. Have fun," I said.
   I kissed Mom and they left. I reached into my pocket and
pulled out money. There were twenty one-hundred dollar bills. I
stared at them.
   I went to my room and ordered a new cellphone on my computer.
I wanted one, and I had the money.
   I transferred my pictures of Aziz onto the computer. I jacked
off for a while, looking at a picture of his cock. I wanted to
lick it. I wanted it inside me. After a while, I looked at cars.
I couldn't get excited at all by the cars. I thought that was
weird. I had really wanted one for a while.
   I went to bed at eleven-thirty. Mom still wasn't home. I
guessed they were having sex.
   I woke when the phone rang. It was Mom.
   "Hi, honey. I'm sorry to wake you."
   "It's OK. Is everything all right?"
   "Yes. Aziz asked me to spend the night."
   "Oh. OK. Have fun. I'll see you in the morning."
   "Bye."
   "Bye."
   I hung up. All of a sudden, my stomach started twisting
around. Aziz loved me, but he asked her to sleep with him. I
wasn't happy. I was all alone while Aziz was having a good time.
It was how the rest of my life would be. Spend time with Aziz,
and then not, while he was with Mom. Every night would be like
this one. I would sleep alone while he was in bed with Mom. He
would spend an hour with me when we could arrange it and the rest
of his time with Mom. I didn't like that. I realized it was
perfect for Aziz. He was getting everything exactly the way he
wanted it. He could take his pick of whichever one of us he
wanted. Was it perfect for me? No. Did I like it? No. Did I want
the rest of my life to be like this? No. It was far from perfect
for me, and it wasn't perfect for Mom. She didn't have all the
facts. What would she do when she had them? We couldn't hide
everything permanently. I started to get mad. He said he loved me
very much, but he was spending the night with someone else. How
much did he really love me? Even if he did love me as much as he
said, what good did it do me when he was spending every night
with someone else? I couldn't be happy for Mom because she was
being completely deceived and I knew she would be horrified if
she knew what he planned.
   He wanted me to be his wife and nothing else. I was not sure
that was enough, even if I was his full-time wife, which I
wasn't. My life would be like nothing I had ever imagined. It
would be better in one way-I would have Aziz, an hour a day,
maybe-but a lot less in others. No job, no career. A housewife. A
bored, part-time housewife. I would spend twenty-three hours a
day alone, sitting around waiting for him. I would be bored and
probably angry. And what would I do after waiting all day to see
him, only to find out he was going to spend time with Mom, not
me? I thought about the money and it started to seem like a
bribe. 'Be a good boy. Buy something and don't bother me, Joe.'
If he could have two lovers, so could I. That was fair. What he
wanted wasn't fair. I started to see him as a very selfish
person.
   After thinking about it for an hour, I decided I wanted a
full-time lover, and a full-time life. Unfortunately, that meant
it wouldn't be with Aziz. I got on the computer and cancelled the
order for the new cellphone. I got back in bed. If I was alone
with Aziz, I would backslide into doing exactly what he wanted
and I would end up as miserable as I was then. As much as I hated
the idea, I couldn't be alone with him again. Mom would be handy
there. I could stick around her and not be alone with him. I
wondered if he would continue dating her. Would he marry her? If
he was my step-father, it would be impossible to completely avoid
being alone with him. But if I went to college in the fall, it
would be easy. I decided I needed to go to college and meet a
normal guy. One who didn't want to marry my mother, too. I fell
asleep sure that I had made the right decision.
   I woke up around 8:30. I was brushing my teeth when Mom got
home. She hugged me and left my bathroom. I rinsed my mouth out
and looked out the window. Aziz's car wasn't there. That was
good. I left my room to go see Mom.
   "Did you have a good time?"
   "Oh, I did! Aziz will pick you up at noon."
   "I don't want to do that."
   She frowned.
   "He is really looking forward to it."
   "Mom, it will make things harder."
   She stared at me. Then she nodded. "That is my opinion, too.
But if you wanted to do it, I didn't want to prevent it."
   "The more time I spend around him, the more-"
   "I know, Joe. You don't have to convince me. Your crush will
develop into more, and you will end up getting your heart
broken."
   I nodded.
   "We can get to know each other when we are all together," I
said.
   She smiled and nodded.
   "Will it bother you if I avoid being alone with him?"
   "If it helps you emotionally, how can I be? No, Joe. I think
you are making the right decision, here. I thought about this
last night. You will just end up getting hurt. I'm sure of that."
   I was already hurt. "That's how I feel."
   "I'm going to grab a shower."
   She left and I put a couple of pieces of bread in the
toaster. I sat at the kitchen table, waiting. I heard my
cellphone ring. I knew who it was. I let it ring. I had to give
him back his money. I wondered how I would do that.
   The landline phone rang. I got up and looked at caller ID. It
was Aziz. I decided I needed to tell him I didn't want to spend
the afternoon with him. Otherwise he would show up. I picked it
up.
   "Hello?"
   "Hello, Tom."
   "Hi, Aziz."
   "Are you looking forward to our afternoon?"
   "Aziz, I think I will have to take a rain check, if you don't
mind."
   "Oh?"
   "I think I may have the flu or something."
   "Oh! I am sorry to hear that."
   "I just want to take it easy. Maybe it won't get worse."
   He sighed.
   "Did you have a good time last night?"
   "Yes. It was very nice."
   "I'm glad. Mom said she had a nice time."
   "Tom--" He paused, I waited. "You sound fine."
   "Well, I don't feel fine."
   "I think you have cold feet."
   Well, I supposed he was bound to figure it out when my flu
never went away.
   "They do feel chilly."
   "I must see you."
   "I'm sorry, Aziz. I will give Mom the money to give back to
you."
   "No! You are mine! Fuck the money!"
   "Aziz, I discovered I don't want to live in your culture." He
sighed. "You didn't want to live there, either. You should
understand."
   "What?"
   "I want a nice, monogamous relationship of equals. I can't
have that with you. I want to have a career of my own. If I
don't, I feel I won't have a life of my own. I want more than
just being in a part-time relationship. I want an entire life. I
don't mind if it is a gay lifestyle and my mom won't mind,
either."
   He hung up and I was relieved. The less I spoke to him, the
better. My stomach was twisting around again. This time it was
over losing Aziz. I did love him. But I knew for certain that the
life he wanted was not for me. I would just have to settle for
the second handsomest man in the world. I laughed. That made me
feel better.
   I buttered my toast and took it to my room. I checked my
email. There was nothing. I went to the college website and read
for a while.
   Mom walked into my room.
   "I think I may ride to the lake."
   "Why don't we have a picnic there? Or do you want to be
alone?"
   I smiled. "No. I would rather not be alone."
   "Fine! I'll make sandwiches."
   A minute later, my cellphone rang. I looked at it and rolled
my eyes. Then I had an idea.
   I took it into the kitchen.
   "Mom, will you tell Aziz that I can't get together with him?
He keeps trying."
   "Sure."
   She took my phone.
   "Hello Aziz. Yes. No, he really can't. Yes, he is sure." Mom
sighed. "Aziz, I know you mean well, but you are making things
unnecessarily difficult for Joe. You are thinking of your own
feelings, not his." I grinned. That was Aziz in a nutshell, as my
grandmother said. "Yes, he's right here. No. He can't. I'm
serious. I know you want to be close, but it isn't good for Joe.
Of course I mean that!" I rolled my eyes. He certainly was
persistent. I supposed someone got that way when they always got
exactly what they wanted. "No! I can't say it clearer that that!"
Mom was getting mad, very mad. Her face was turning red. "I don't
care what you want!" she shouted. "You are a spoiled brat.
Neither of us want anything more to do with you!"
   She hung up on him.
   "The guy is a pyscho!" she said to me. "Underneath that charm
is something unpleasant."
   "I think he has always gotten his way. He isn't used to not
getting what he wants."
   She stared at me. "That is exactly it, but how do you know
that?"
   "I saw him yesterday, Mom."
   She sighed. "And you saw through him while I didn't."
   "He is very charming."
   She nodded.
   My cellphone rang again. She looked at it.
   "He's crazy! He is absolutely crazy!"
   I took it and turned off the ringer.
   "Now he can't bother us."
   Mom laughed.
   "I don't think he will give up that easily."
   Our landline phone rang. Mom was furious. She grabbed it.
   "Don't make me get a restraining order, Aziz! I will!" she
yelled into the phone. "What? Are you insane? Why? Tell me that!"
I watched Mom's face. "Both of us?" I closed my eyes. The truth
was coming out. "And you think that is normal?" Mom face was
getting really red. I had never seen her that mad. "But we don't
live there." Mom didn't say anything for a while. Then she said,
"I think I will throw up." There were long pauses between Mom's
words. I wondered what he was saying to her. I wondered if she
would be mad at me. I hoped not. She hung up the phone and sat.
   "Do you love him?"
   "My feelings about him are all over the map."
   She laughed. "I can understand that. He says he loves you."
   I sighed. "I know. But I can't live life the way he wants."
She nodded. "He doesn't want me to go to college or have a job. I
would just sit around making myself available to him."
   "Don't settle for less than you deserve, Joe."
   "I don't know what I deserve, but I want a full life."
   "Everyone deserves that. Did I hurt you? Last night?"
   "No, Mom! Not at all! I just knew it was wrong. I felt bad
for both of us. It was unfair for us and perfect for him."
   She nodded. "He talked the whole time about what he wanted. I
should have known." She sighed.
   "Do you mind if we not talk about him?"
   She laughed.
   "No. I wouldn't mind a bit!"
   Fortunately Aziz didn't call. I felt bad about agreeing to
anything with him, but how did I know how I would feel while he
was with my mother? I was sure he was very, very mad. I felt bad
about that. I didn't want to make him unhappy. I didn't want any
of us to be unhappy. I just wanted-more than Aziz wanted me to
have.
   Mom didn't talk much. An hour or so after she spoke to Aziz,
she called a friend of hers from work.
   "Beth, I had a date with Aziz last night. No. He got angry at
me and started acting really weird. If anything happens to me or
Joe, I want you to tell the police."
   I stared at Mom. Beth would tell other people at work. Aziz
might lose his job. I felt sick. Aziz might be spoiled, but he
didn't deserve to have his life ruined.
   "Oh, Mom! What are you doing?" She turned to look at me. "He
could get fired for being greedy." She frowned.
   "I didn't think of that."
   She sighed.
   I went to my room and called Aziz.
   "Joe! Thank you for calling!"
   "I'm sorry, Aziz. I know this is partly my fault. I should
never have told you I could handle you being with Mom. I should
have said from the beginning that I didn't want to share you. I
just had no idea what it would be like."
   He sighed.
   "You are a very young man. I understand. I was a fool for
thinking things would be easy, especially after you told me you
didn't want to deceive your mother. Do you still care for me?"
   I thought about it. "Yes."
   "Then everything is fine."
   "No. It isn't."
   "Your mother?"
   "No. Aziz, you want me to be a stay at home housewife. I
don't want that. I want to have a life and share it with you.
Even if I am not sharing you with Mom, I will hate myself if I
spend my days waiting for you to get home. Do you understand? I
want to be a full person. I know that is not what you want. I
don't think it will work."
   "If I was with you during the day? If neither of us worked?"
   "Is that possible?"
   "Yes."
   "Aziz, would you be happy?"
   "I love you. I want to spend all day with you."
   "I love you."
   He sighed.
   "Could you be happy if neither of us worked, or do you need a
career?"
   "No. Our careers would be making each other happy. That could
be a full-time career."
   "We would spend a lot of time having sex, Joe."
   I grinned. "That sounds absolutely perfect."
   "He misses you, baby."
   "He was with someone else last night."
   Aziz sighed. "I hurt you. I didn't mean to do that, Joe. I
thought I could make both you and your mother happy."
   I believed him.
   "I miss him."
   "I told you he knows what he wants. He wants you."
   "I'm more concerned about who else he wants."
   Aziz sighed. "If I have to be monogamous to keep you, I
suppose I will have to do it. I need you, Joe. But I also need a
lot of sex."
   "I need the same thing. I love your cock. I think I am in
love with it. And I really do love you, Aziz."
   "Then move in with me. Today." I gulped. "If you don't like
it, if you are unhappy, you can move back with your mother. There
will be no one else in my life, and you won't have to wait for
me. Let me make you happy, Joe. Will you do it?"
   "Yes!"
   "Pack some things for tonight. I will quit my job in the
morning. We can move things tomorrow. Today we will be busy."
   "Are you sure you want to do this, Aziz?"
   "I feel good, Joe! You were right. I did leave to escape the
culture. Maybe I will be happier with just you. I know I am
happier now than I have ever been. I will pick you up in an
hour."
   I thought about Mom.
   "Aziz, I have to talk to my mother. I don't want to-"
   "I understand. You are right. Explain how you feel. Tell her
I will love only you."
   "I will. I will call you back very soon."
   "I love you, Joe."
   "I love you."
   I hung up.
   I left to find Mom. She was in the kitchen.
   "Mom, Aziz offered to be monogamous with me."
   She closed her eyes.
   "The thing is, I love him. I want to give him a chance."
   She sighed. "I didn't think about telling Beth. By the time
she finishes calling everyone, his career will be through."
   "He said he is going to quit, anyway. He wants to spend all
his time with me. And that way I will know whether he is
monogamous."
   "Oh, baby."
   She got up and hugged me.
   "He wants me to move in. If it doesn't work, I'll be back.
Soon."
   I watched her eyes tear up.
   "I know you hate him."
   "I don't hate him. Like you said, my feelings are all over
the map, too."
   "Neither of us will be working, so we'll be free to visit as
much as we want."
   She nodded.
   "Do I have your permission?"
   "You don't need it."
   "I want it."
   She smiled. "That's a switch."
   "This is big."
   "Yeah."
   "If it doesn't work, don't wait. Leave."
   "I will, Mom. And you are going to love your BMW."
   "What?"
   "He is apparently very rich."
   She shook her head, but she didn't seem unhappy.
   "Well, I was going to lose you in the fall, anyway."
   "This way, I will be just a few miles away."
   "You can still go to college."
   "I know. But not in the fall."
   She nodded.
   "I love you, Mom."
   I hugged her and went to my room. I called Aziz.
   "I'm ready."
   "I'm leaving now."
   I sat in the living room with my bag on my lap. I heard a car
and got up. It was him. I went and hugged Mom.
   "I'll call you this evening." She nodded. "I love you, Mom."
   I walked back into the living room and picked up by bag. I
walked out of the house as Aziz was getting out of his car. He
smiled at me. He took my bag and put it in the back seat. I got
in the front seat. He got in and we put on our seatbelts.
   "Are you mad?"
   "I was. Now I'm just happy."
   He started the car and we drove off.
   "I can't share you, Aziz."
   He sighed. "I know. I will tell you the truth. It will be
difficult for me to never have a woman. But I will try."
   "Do you mean sex with a woman or a lover?"
   "I mean sex."
   I thought about that.
   "If you needed a prostitute, I would understand, I think. We
could try it. If it bothers me, I won't leave you, I will just
tell you."
   "You would do that?"
   "Yes. I know this isn't how you planned it. If you are going
to bend, I need to do the same. I want you to be happy, too."
   "You are wonderful, Joe."
   He took my hand and kissed it.
   "Let's not do it for a week or two."
   "No, Joe. Not for months, maybe."
   I reached for his erection. It was plainly visible. Aziz
sighed as I squeezed it.
   "He has the person he wants most."
   I smiled. "Does he?"
   "He loves you much more than your mother."
   "I love him."
   I continued groping him. I tried to pull his zipped down and
he laughed.
   "Do you think I should have a male prostitute when you-"
   "No!"
   I laughed. "I was just kidding. You are all I need, Aziz."
   We were stopped at a traffic light.
   I looked at him. He had a strange expression on his face.
   "What's the matter?" I asked him.
   "When I was with your mother, it wasn't as wonderful as I
thought it would be. I realized I wanted to be with you, not her.
I wondered then if I didn't have things backwards. I want to
spend most of my time with you, not with a wife. I am happier now
than I was last night when I went to sleep. Then everything
seemed to be just the way I wanted. But I wanted you in my bed,
not your mother. I think I would have resented having to spend
every night with her. Maybe this is best for all three of us. I'm
not a bit sorry things will be this way. I will have you in my
bed every night. And I'm not mad at you. Don't think that. You
are very young. It was incredibly stupid of me to think you would
be happy when your first lover slept with your mother on the same
day he took your virginity! If I wanted someone worldly, I picked
the wrong person. But I don't want someone worldly. I want you,
exactly as you are."
   I gave up on getting the zipper down and went back to rubbing
his erection.
   "I wish you weren't wearing pants."
   Aziz laughed.
   "This is definitely better! Your mother's eyes didn't light
up when she met him. In fact, she was practically indifferent."
   "I think he is perfect. I just wish I could see him, now. I
want to kiss him."
   Aziz grinned. "What else?"
   "I want to lick him."
   "Oh. He likes that. What else?"
   "I want to suck him until he feeds me."
   "Baby, no one has ever wanted my man milk as much as you.
That convinces me that we belong together. It is something only I
can give you, and I very much want to give it to you. I have
always enjoyed coming in my lover's mouths. Finally, I have
someone who loves it as much as I."
   I took his hand and held it.
   "Are you willing to not have a career?" he asked me.
   "If you are. Are you?"
   "Yes. I would rather be with my beautiful, young wife than at
work."
   "I feel the same way. I wish I could say I know that for
certain."
   "Don't worry about it. Our lives do not have to be never-
changing. We will take things as they come. But together."
   "I still feel bad about telling you I wouldn't mind you and
Mom-"
   "Don't, Joe. I admit, I got mad this morning. But the more I
thought about it, the more I realized it was my own fault. You
love me too much to share me. I understand that. I feel the exact
same way about you. Last night, I hated the idea of you sitting
alone. I worried about how you felt. I was afraid you might be
unhappy, and I didn't like that. I almost called to tell you I
loved you and was thinking about you. It was stupid of me to get
mad. You are right. I imagined all three of us would be happy,
but last night, I think only your mother was completely happy. I
was happy that my plan seemed to be working, but as I said, I
wanted to be with you, not your mother. The plan would have
failed. I know that now. Even if you had been happy, I wasn't. I
wanted to be with you last night. I wanted you in my bed. How
many nights would I have slept with your mother before I tried to
change things? Not many. No. It would have failed, and failing
sooner, rather than later, isn't a bad thing. It might be best.
You need to remember something. This was new to me, too. I have
never done this. I imagined I would enjoy last night with your
mother much more than I did."
   "Oh, god, Aziz. I am so relieved. I didn't want to make you
unhappy."
   "Oh, my love."
   Aziz took my hand and kissed it.
   "I now have you twenty-four hours a day, and that makes me
very, very happy. I won't be at work wishing I was with you, or
with your mother wishing I was with you."
   I looked at the outline of his erection.
   "How could she be indifferent to him? He's perfect."
   Aziz chuckled.
   "And that is how I know we are meant to be together, and why
your mother and I are not."
   I leaned over and looked at his dick. "I love you so much,
Alexander."
   Aziz laughed.
   "Alexander?"
   "His full name is Alexander the Great."
   Aziz laughed. He looked pleased.
                             The End