Date: Sat,  3 May 2003 15:20:30 +0000
From: Bob E <oldspark@mailsnare.net>
Subject: Abu

His name was Abu and he claimed to be 19. Actually, due to his feminine looks
and stature he appeared to be much younger; but not knowing of any reason to
doubt him, I didn't.

Abu was 7 years of age when Hussein invaded Kuwait. At the time he lived with
his father, mother, and younger sister. Because his father and mother had been
educated in London, Abu and his sister were fluent in English as well as their
native tongue. Their father was a biological scientist for Sadam and so the
family lived in relative splendor in an upscale suburb of Baghdad.

Shortly after the invasion, Abu's father was in Paris for a scientific
gathering. It was there that he was contacted by the CIA for information
concerning Hussein's weapons. Upon his return to Baghdad, he was arrested,
tortured, and finally beheaded as a traitor. Abu, his mother, and his sister
were exiled to a small village in Southern Iraq, to live with Abu's maternal
grandmother. However, even after their exile, they were not forgotten by
Sadam's secret police.

Near his 16th birthday, the police entered Abu's home and presented him with an
opportunity. He was to accompany them to a Fedayeen training camp or else his
mother would be executed and his sister raped, and then executed. They told Abu
that by becoming a suicide soldier, he could atone for his father's traitorous
acts,

A few days later Abu and another boy Omar, who was 17, arrived at  the camp at
Al Hillah. Following the evening meal and the final prayer, the boys were taken
to an underground bunker by a number of older recruits (18-19 years old). The
boys were told to strip naked, then each boy, while being held by several of
the older youths, was sodomized multiple times until all of the older soldiers
had expended their pent-up sexual needs. The soldiers had recently been
graduated from the camp, and since they were on their way to perform the
ultimate sacrifice for the state, they had been given the time with the new
recruits.

Later, alone in their quarters, Omar sobbed and felt ashamed and humiliated.
Abu, on the other hand, although sore and bleeding from his anus, had a sense
of self-discovery, namely that he had secretly enjoyed the assault. His only
regret was that he had not had the opportunity to experience orgasm whilst
being raped.

After the first night, the two boys were not touched again; for it would be
sometime before the next group was ready for graduation, and by then, newer
recruits would be available.

For Abu however, a need to be dominated had been and he soon coerced Omar into
a nearly nightly penetration of his sphincter. Omar enjoyed the role of
dominator and since he was not being subjected to penetration, he performed
willingly.

Shortly after their graduation in 2002, Abu and Omar, following instructions,
went to Baghdad and enrolled in the University. Their orders were to remain
inactive until they were needed.

Abu, Omar, and two other boys not in the Fedayeen, shared a room together while
attending classes.  Soon the two other boys began to interact with Abu and Omar
in their nightly sexual activities. One boy, Abdula, had been raised by his
mother and four older sisters. In the group of four youths, he assumed the role
of wife to the other three, and was always the submissive partner. During their
time together, Abdul fell in love with Abu and was the only true homosexual of
the group.

During the invasion of Baghdad by the United States, severe damage was
inflicted on the University and all classes were suspended. The boys however,
continued to occupy the room together  since all civilian and governmental
authority had collapsed.

NEAR FUTURE

I arrived at the Baghdad International Airport in July. I had recently signed a
contract with the American company responsible for re-building Iraq's
infrastructure. My expertise is with power substations.

Upon arrival, I quickly passed through the customs being managed by the USA.
After searching in vain for the limousine to the Palestine hotel, I took my
suitcase and lap top computer in hand and headed outside. Used to the strict
anti-smoking rules in US airports I went outside to have a much desired
cigarette.

I happened to glance to my right and my eye settled on Abu. At about 5'4" tall,
and I guessed about 100 pounds soaking wet, with short black hair and long
girlish eyelashes, I couldn't tear my gaze away. Suddenly my two year
abstinence from sex, following the premature death of Peter, my male lover,
caught up with me. I felt the deep stirring of my loins and suddenly had an
erection as I looked at the youth.  As I stared at him, he discovered my
interest. Looking directly at me, he gave me the most wonderful smile. As I
watched his eyes, they swept downward as he surveyed my crotch. Unfortunately
(or fortunately) I was wearing rather tight fitting blue jeans, and it suddenly
occurred to me that my erection must be apparent.

I was so engrossed in this perfect young man that I didn't see the limousine
for my hotel pull up to the curb, and then away. I caught a glimpse of it as it
accelerated and made the turn away from the concourse. I tried waving but to no
avail. I gave up in despair and lit another cigarette, wondering how long until
the next limo came along. Suddenly Abu was by my side, asking in perfect King's
English if I needed a cab. I was about to say no, but he had already made a
hand signal to what I can only describe as an obvious "rogue" cab across the
street. The cabbie, oblivious to traffic, squealed across the roadway and to a
halt in front of me. As the cabbie came around the car, Abu held out his hand
for me to shake and introduced himself as Abu, and the cabbie as Omar. I told
them my name was George. Abu grinned and asked "like Mr. Bush?"

"Yes", I replied, like Mr. Bush; and that's how he introduced me to Omar, as
Mr. Bush.

I rode in the back seat of the taxi, and Abu rode in the front. As we rode, he
rotated his head toward me and said "You like boys I think, no?". It was
uncanny that he had picked my desires up so quickly, although perhaps my stares
at the airport had given me away. I didn't respond though, remembering that
Muslims regard homosexuality with even more disdain than Republicans. My lack
of  response however didn't deter Abu, for as we arrived at the hotel and I was
getting out he said "I will be your boy, Yes?".

Omar told me that the fare was $5 US. In any city in the USA, the ride would
have cost up to 10 times that amount so I gave him two $5's for which he seemed
grateful. He gave me a card written in Arabic except for the phone number and
told me to call whenever I needed a taxi.

I went to the boot of the cab to retrieve my luggage (I was still carrying my
lap top). The trunk was open and was empty and in a moment of panic I thought
perhaps Abu had walked off with the goods. However, as I looked toward the
hotel entrance I saw him arguing with the bell hop about who would have
possession of the suitcase. Abu won the was of words and proudly accompanied me
into the hotel.

At the desk the woman clerk asked in English who I was and did I have a
reservation. I gave her my name (my real name, not Mr. Bush). She acted pleased
that my name was in her computer and then, looking at Abu, asked if I still
wanted a room with a single bed, or did I now need two beds. I told her a
single bed would be fine. I happened to glance at Abu when I said that and
suddenly realized that he may have misinterpreted, especially from the wicked
grin he flashed at me.

Abu and I followed the bell man to the elevator and to the room. After a
moderate tip, he departed and Abu and I explored the place. I was feeling quite
tired from jet lag and was about to ask Abu to leave when he spoke and said
that he had to leave. He asked when he should return and although I had made a
mental promise not to get further involved with him, I told him I wanted to
sleep until 6 o'clock that evening (it was just past noon). He looked confused
and I amended my statement to 1800.

I didn't watch as he left but instead headed for the shower. After washing the
grime and sweat of travel from myself I laid naked on the top of the bed and
went promptly to sleep.

It was my pending orgasm that awakened me. I had been having an exotic dream in
which Peter, my lover of some 10  years until his accidental demise caused by a
drunken driver, was performing oral sex on me. As the ejaculation started I
opened my eyes, to discover that Abu was sitting on the bed, fully clothed,
with my cock in his mouth. I couldn't have stopped if I had wanted too and
instead began shooting stream after stream of semen into his throat. I was
amazed. Not even Peter had been able to accommodate my heavy ejaculate flow but
Abu was taking all I gave and spilling none. In fact he managed to swallow
every last sperm I spewed.

When he finally released me I asked how he had gotten into the room. He smiled
and said he had taken my key when he left before.

I dressed quickly for I had an appointment at 1900 with the project manager of
the renewal team in a nearby government building. I noticed a strange suitcase
on the floor as Abu and I departed the room. I asked to whom it belonged and he
told me it was his. Apparently he was moving in whether I wanted him or not
(which I increasingly did).

The guard would not let Abu enter the building where I was to have the meeting
so I gave him some money and suggested he wait across the street at a sidewalk
cafe until I was finished.
When I emerged some 2 hours later, Abu saw me and hurried over. We then walked
the streets of Baghdad until we found a restaurant to his liking and partook of
our evening meal.

We returned to the room where upon he announced that he would use the shower.
Seemingly without modesty he stripped naked there in front of me. His beauty
extended to the rest of his body. I mentioned before that outwardly he appeared
to be younger than his professed 19 years, but when I saw what he carried
between his legs, I lost all doubt. His cock was not that of a younger boy.
Rather, and apparently in the tradition of Arab males, he was well hung and
even in his semi-turgid state was longer and thicker than I could achieve with
maximum erection. His balls were large and were sagging low. His penis was
perfectly shaped and the skin was smooth without any veins protruding. He was
circumcised (he told me since he was 6 years of age) and his length hung
downward in a graceful arc out from his abdomen. He was not overly hairy
though. In fact his chest was devoid of hair and he had not yet felt a razor on
his face. A thin, wispy dark trail of pubic hair traveled from his naval to his
groin where he had grown a wondrously thick nest of black silky hair. His legs
were also mostly devoid of hair except down toward his ankles where growth was
just beginning to creep upward. When he walked away from me I saw that his firm
buttocks were also smooth, except for a dark swath of hair that filled the
crack between his globes. His legs, being so thin, allowed me to see the low
hanging ball sack swinging as he deliberately "swished" his way to the shower.
At the door to the bath he turned and said "you will shower with me, yes?"

At that moment however, we heard the call for evening prayers. Abu quickly
retrieved his trousers and shirt and then pulled his prayer rug from his open
suitcase. Kneeling and facing toward the general direction of Mecca, he
alternately kneeled, then prostrated himself as he participated in his ritual.

Following the prayer, he again disrobed (I did likewise) and although I had
just showered a few hours earlier, I remembered how much fun Peter and I used
to have together in the shower, so I joined Abu.

I stood behind Abu in the narrow stall. Reaching around him I began to stroke
his beautiful shaft which blossomed to full erection. I literally could wrap my
hand around his shaft at the base and still move my hand another half a hand
before I even touched the base of his glans. With my free hand I reached
beneath him and ran my fingers along the haired crevice of his ass. I quickly
found Abu's pleasure cavity and slipped a finger in as deeply as I could. His
cock was becoming hot to the touch and with a shutter of his body, his anus
clamped tightly around my probing finger, and his cock stiffened in orgasm as
rope after rope of semen shot against the wall of the shower. Abu had nearly
collapsed onto his knees as he ejaculated. He regained his balance however as
the surging subsided. I removed my finger and soaped my hands to wash off his
beautiful shaft. As I did, Abu put his hands against the wall, spread his legs
apart and said "You fuck me now, Yes?".

I told him no, not yet. For the entire time Peter and I were together, we never
used a condom. Both of us were virgins when we met, and neither of us had
strayed during our life together. With Abu however, I knew nothing of his
history although I was certain he had been with other men. So I told him that
first we get dry, then I would love him on the bed after I had put on a condom.

I tried to get him to kneel on the bed, with his face on the pillow, and his
ass near the edge; but he refused that position. He said it was too close to
his prayer position. Instead, he laid on his back with his head on the pillow,
and pulled his thin legs up and over his head, lifting his treasure throve into
the air. I saw then that I was correct about his history. His anus was not
pristine, but was surrounded with stretch marks from previous penetrations.

He contorted himself so he could see me as I opened a condom foil pack. He
asked what I was doing and I told him I was putting on a condom. He told me he
had never had anyone use a condom before.

Penetration was as easy as I had expected. Soon we were  working together in a
rhythm that had Abu alternately tightening, then loosening his sphincter as I
withdrew then thrust. Midway, Abu changed position and encircled my torso with
his legs. As I neared climax, I tried to kiss him, but he turned his head away.
He told me that he didn't kiss men. This, and later reaction to foreplay,
taught me that the sex act between some Arabic males was mostly about power,
and the establishment of dominance; and not about the forbidden love of one man
for another. So long as my behavior fell within the pervue of dominating him
Abu was willing to do anything; but as soon as it crossed the line and became
of a romantic nature, he rebelled.

In the morning, Abu was cuddled tightly against me in a "spooning" position. We
were both naked and I moved my hands to his crotch. I couldn't get enough of
touching his beautiful organ.

He rolled onto his back then, and I decided to taste of his nectar. With his
morning bone, I found it impossible to get my mouth around his girth, so I
settled with just running my tongue into his pee slit and around the fleshy
head. Soon he was oozing pre-cum and as I kept up the tongue action I could
feel him having mini-orgasms. The taste of his pre-cum changed from saline to
slightly acrid as semen began to flow. I used my hand to stroke him as I
continued the tongue action until finally he achieved another orgasm.

We finally had to arise. After quick but separate showers, Abu told me he had
to get to the airport to shill customers for Omar. I ate breakfast alone with
the promise from Abu that he would meet me again in the same cafe later that
evening.

For nearly one and a half months Abu and I continued our relationship. Soon he
told me he would return to University, which had been rebuilt. And then, one
evening, Abu wasn't at the cafe. I waited for a couple of hours but when he
didn't appear I had dinner and returned to the hotel. His suitcase was gone. He
left me a cryptic note that said he and Omar had something to do and that I
wouldn't see him again. I was heartbroken. Fortunately, the next day I too had
to leave the city to go some 50 miles north to a recently finished sub-station.
I buried myself in work as I verified the operational status of the repairs.

ENDING AND A NEW BEGINNING

It was afternoon of the 14th day that I had been at the sub-station. I was
having coffee with Rick, a young army reservist whose platoon was providing
security to the facility. He and I had become close, and I was convinced that
he had been seeking me out since my arrival. With the "don't ask, don't tell"
mentality of the armed services it is difficult to know for sure, but we were
discussing him coming to my quarters for drinks that evening. He had hinted
that since he was off duty for 48 hours that he might spend the night. My
melancholy brought on by Abu's departure had perhaps left me desperate, I
really don't know.

The television was set on CNN when a "late breaking news" logo appeared. The
picture was a live shot of a warehouse near Baghdad where the announcer said a
marine platoon had encountered hostile fire while responding to a situation
involving the Fedayeen. Details were as yet unclear but then the picture showed
the back of the warehouse where a small automobile had sped out of a garage
type door trying to escape. Suddenly the marines were firing at the auto, which
in-turn exploded in a fire ball. As the events took place a sudden dread came
to my heart. For I had recognized the car. It was Omar's taxi. The t.v. picture
had shown a glimpse into the car and I knew at once that Abu was the passenger.

There was of course no hope for survival. Abu, my young Iraqi boy was gone.

That evening, Rick  comforted me as best he could. Finally early in the morning
I had managed to fall asleep. When I awoke a few hours later,  Rick was laying
naked next to me, cuddled up to me the same way that Abu had on numerous
occasions.

Many more days passed before I returned to the city. Rick, the army reservist,
after being chaste for many months, had proved to be a gay lover on par with my
former love Peter. In fact, we had made a pact to live together after Iraq.

Back in Baghdad, as I unpacked in my room, the front desk called and told me a
young Iraqi youth was at the desk asking for me. My heart leapt with joy.
Surely it was Abu and I had been wrong about what I had seen.

I bound down the stairs, not waiting for the lift. Approaching the desk, I
looked for Abu. But the only Iraqi boy I saw was younger and taller than Abu.
The receptionist indicated that this was the youth who was asking for me. His
name was Abdula. Now if Abu was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen,
Abdula would be a close second. Nearly 6 inches taller and 30 pounds heavier,
Abdula was even more feminine looking than was Abu.

I took Abdula into the restaurant at  the hotel. Sitting at a private table, he
passed an envelope to me. As he did, he broke into tears. I read the letter
that Abu had left me. In it he told me of his family history, his induction and
initiation into the Fedayeen. He told me that the day he disappeared, his and
Omar's "cell" had been called to the warehouse for a meeting and that they were
to be prepared to begin suicide bombing missions. I surmised that is why the
car exploded with such fiery. Near the end of the letter he told me that Abdula
had been his "wife" when he was at university, and that he had asked Abdula to
look after me.

When I looked at Abdula, his eyes were still red. He saw that I was finished
and told me "I loved Abu, Mr. Bush". I told Abdula that I too loved Abu.

As we walked out of the restaurant, Abdula took my hand and said "I will be
your boy now. And do not worry, I am not Fedayeen".