Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2008 19:16:11 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three-Day Pass Chapter #35

The Three-Day Pass
Chapter 35
By Joystick

This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the
usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken
with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your
obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you
enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new
work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the
best of my ability. Joystick56@Hotmail.com

Again I want to thank Chris for his help with editing. And again any errors
are mine and mine alone.

The end of Chapter 34

Unable to move for a while they lay like that each sucking the other 'til
they both went soft. Sometime during the night they turned around, snuggled
up into a spooned position and drifted off to sleep. The last thing Joseph
remembered was the feeling of being enfolded in Allie's strong arms-Arms
that were pulling Joseph even closer, making their bodies one.

Chapter 35

The first rays of sun came up streaking the morning darkness with golden
light. As it spilled into the room it exposed two nude bodies spooned
together in a lover's embrace. Joseph's eyes fluttered as the light brought
him back to consciousness. For a split second he thought it was Richard's
body that was pressing against him and that it was the actor's cock that he
had pressed between his legs. Then, just as in a Hollywood movie, he had
one of those flashbacks. His brain remembered the argument and fight he had
with Richard yesterday. No, that humongous cock that he was feeling between
his legs was not the actor's. As big as Richard is, the warmth and the
tingling sensations he now felt were due to 10.5 inches of rock hard Arab
cock. It belonged to Allie and as it rubbed along his perineum it was
radiating a hell of a lot of heat. Against his will, the soldier felt his
own muscular body responding. What could he do? He was imprisoned by the
steel grip of a big hairy bear in human form that was hugging him closer
and closer. And now he could feel the paw-like hands with their strong
grasping fingers grabbing his hips and maneuvering them into positions that
enabled the Arab to not only control his own movements but those of Joseph
as well. The rough stubble of the Arab's day old beard was softened
somewhat by the movement of his passionate lips and wet tongue as they
worked their way along Joseph's broad shoulders kissing and licking. Back
and forth they traversed, seeking and then finding the large artery that
pumps life giving blood to the brain. By placing the tip of his tongue on
that pulse he could feel the blood pounding close to the surface of the
soft white skin. He followed the artery up the neck to Joseph's ear. At
first he just sucked the lobe into his mouth and ran his tongue under,
around and into the ear. When he started to nibble at the soft flesh,
Joseph became lost in sexual overdrive.  Gasping and moaning, he reached
down between his legs and pressed the hard warm rod imprisoned there up
against his balls. Allie unable to control himself any longer buried his
open mouth into the nape of Joseph's neck. Growling, his teeth nibbled on
the soft flesh and almost broke the skin. He then sucked at the pretend
wound. Oh how he loved the soldier's taste, a taste like none other he had
ever experienced before. It was so sweet and so young and sooooo blond.

Over the years Allie had 'taken' hundreds of paramours, but never-not even
once, had he ever envisioned living the rest of his life with any one of
them. To do such a thing was not within his culture nor was it the
preferred way of his people. Young men were encouraged to experiment with
both sexes, however when the time came to establish a lifetime arrangement,
most bachelors had their families arrange a suitable marriage with the
virgin daughter of a wealthy man of influence in order to produce an
heir. The wife (or wives, they were permitted more then one) was to
maintain a home and provide male children. Once this was accomplished the
man, if he wanted to, was free to find sexual gratification with other
women, men or perhaps even both. Allie had had neither the time nor the
family that could arrange such an alliance. In the beginning while serving
as Fazzi's chief assistant in Lebanon, he had all the women he ever
needed. It was soon after Fazzi took him under his wing that he introduced
him to same sex relations. Soon after this he found he no longer desired or
had the will to get married. He had lost his taste for women. Like his boss
and mentor he had developed a strong preference for men---and not just any
men but a taste for much younger men.

As he lay beside the body of this erotic white Christian he realized that
of all his past lovers this one was different. This younger creature had
enchanted and captivated him. I am and always have been a dominant male; he
thought, I am supposed to be the Master and him the slave. Yet here it is
me who is quickly becoming enslaved. In a flash he realized that like his
old mentor Fazzi, he too, had fallen so madly in love with this
uncircumcised infidel that he was willing to give up everything. Now it is
I, he mussed, that is captivated. Now, I am the one that is throwing
everything to the wind just to be able to make love to him. I want to
possess Yussef, but more than that, I want to be possessed by this blond
bundle of sex. My God, who am I kidding, I am possessed. I want to love
him! I want to hate him! I want to fuck him to death. Damn I don't know
what I want.... I want him to do all kinds of things to me... I want to do
all kinds of things to him.... I want to sink my teeth into that neck and
suck his hot blood out of him.

"MMMMMMMmmmm, I see you are no longer King Kong. Now I no longer have that
black hairy ape standing over me beating his chest and grunting at his
conquest. Just when I was getting to like the beast, shit, now you have
turned into Dracula." Joseph moaned as the muscles of his thighs clamped
down on the hard meat and kept it imprisoned between his legs.

His hot Arab blood getting the better of him, he became excited and started
to run his cock back and forth. He moved the dripping head slowly from
Joseph's balls to his ass, along the valley and over his rosebud. The cock
head, like a paintbrush, painted a trail of precum in its wake. Grabbing
his cock with one hand he guided the wet cock head to the warm
orifice. Once over the pulsating target he moved the circumcised shaft in
small circles teasing the puckered love hole. All at once he could feel
Joseph's body beginning to resist.

Seconds before he had thought that maybe this was the time. Maybe now the
soldier was ready to give him his virginity. Now it appeared as if a wall
had been erected-a stone defense barrier and nothing short of dynamite,
rape or drugging the young sexpot could breach that wall. Was Yussef
playing the cock teaser or was this wall just the normal fear of a young
man?  It made no difference, which it was. Soon that wall would crumble and
I will take him. I can wait until this slave begs for it. And when he does,
it will be me that has at last beaten that old bastard Fazzi. It will have
been I and not he that will be the one who battered down his ex-lover's
gate and entered his Garden of Paradise. It will be I that will have taken
and shredded his lover's virgin cherry.

"Yes! My slave." He snarled baring his teeth in a very poor imitation of
Bela Lugosi's Dracula and then continued in what was a really horrible
Hungarian accent, "I am going to sink my fangs into that sexy throat of
yours and suck out your hot blood. First I will drain you almost dry. To
the point when you are at death's doorway. Then I shall absorb your life's
essence, mix it with mine and then transfuse our co-mingled living fluids
back into you. Yes my slave, we will become one soul, a soul that lives
forever. Yes, you and I bound up together as the undead shall make love for
all eternity, until the end of time and beyond. But until then, my love,
you need not resist me. I do not want to take you from the rear like a
dog. No! Not like a dog or some lower form of life, no not like that, but
like a true lover. When I do take you it will be with me on my back and you
straddling my body. You will be facing me as you lower yourself onto my
manhood. That way I will be able to enjoy the look of ecstasy in those blue
eyes of yours as my 'snake' bores into you. I want to savor the feeling and
the passion I see there in that blue sea, as inch-by-inch of my shaft
penetrates that beautiful white ass of yours. I want to not only hear your
anguished screams but also see that pain turn to pleasure as I take your
cherry and ravish your virgin hole. Then and only then will the two of us
be forever united!"

"Hey lover, as much as I might adore helping you to live out your wild
fantasies, it is time for us to get up. It's Sunday and my housekeeper will
be here soon and I don't think I could explain your sexy body in my bed let
alone these love bites on my bruised neck to her."

"Yussef, my love, it is time that you grow up and get yourself used to
being what Fazzi's death has made of you." Allie moaned as Joseph
forcefully tried to pull himself from his embrace.

"What are you talking about?" Joseph questioned him. "I'm the same person I
have always been."

"No you are not what you were, at least not in the sight of the Arab
community. Not in this town and not even in the Arab world. As his son and
only living family member, Fazzi's death has propelled you into 'our
world', the world of Islam." He said emphasizing the words 'our
world'. "And in that world, you are expected to act in certain prescribed
ways. Given Fazzi's former status as well his known feelings for you, it is
as if he has anointed you as the savior of our people. Being as rich as you
are, you no longer have to answer to anyone but yourself. Being the son and
heir of such a man as your father was, has elevated your standing in the
world of Islam."

"But I was only an adopted son, not one born out of his loins. I never even
converted to Islam."

"That makes no difference." He tried to explain. "In fact our history is
filled with the leaders of our people passing on their heritage through
adopted sons rather than those of our flesh. In our tradition, as the
favored one of your father, as his son and heir you would be a sheik or a
king. And as such you don't have to explain your life, your actions or
anything to anyone least of all, to your servants or your housekeeper. They
work for you, not you for them. Besides, I'm sure if she worked for Fazzi
all these years there is little she has not seen. Fazzi was known to have
many lovers, both men and women. For all we know he might have even been
fucking her. This is not unusual for the ruling class of any people, if not
more so with us. Fazzi must have trained her to keep her mouth shut."

"But I'm not an Arab or a Muslim." Joseph responded.

Brushing aside all the soldier's protests he said, "That makes no
difference any longer. Perception is all that counts now. For better or
worse you are your father's son.... If you don't believe me, just go to the
Mosque Friday and see how the faithful treat you." Allie said and then
added, "Besides what is this housekeeper of yours? She is nothing more than
an Arab woman. She therefore knows how to keep her mouth shut. And if she
does, maybe she will live a long life."

"You know 'habibi' someday those Arab women are going to rise up and cut
off all those Arab balls." Joseph said. "Then where would you all be
without sperm to populate the world?"

"Well we would just have to find another way. Maybe capture and adopt
Christian men to be our 'tops' and train them to submit to Allah and us."
He jested and then said. "But I would have so missed having this big cock
laying useless with nothing to do but urinate."

"And I would miss having it to worship." Joseph whispered as he squeezed
his thighs together crushing the shaft repeatedly. He could feel the
precum, warm and lubricating the cock as it slid back and forth between his
legs. His finger tips playing with the protruding cock head and rubbing
along the sensitive underside of the circumcised dick.

"I like it when you do that. When you squeeze my cock with your thighs. It
feels just like you are having an orgasm and your ass walls are closing in
around my manhood." Allie sighed.

"Maybe someday soon you will get to feel the real thing." Joseph said as
was finally able to moved away from the Arab freeing himself from the hairy
tentacles.  "But not now and not today. I'm not kidding, besides the maid
is coming, I have to prepare my lesson plans for this week. What with
Fazzi's funeral and everything else, I have taken too much time off and I
have to get back to work for the army. You, my dear, also have to get back
to work. I want full reports on the organizations that you gave me last
night and I also want you to prepare another list for me. This is real
important; I want the names of any organizations and individuals that are
working for interfaith relations. And those organizations do not have to be
Arab or even Muslim."

"You are not thinking of giving Muslim money to Christian and Jewish groups
are you?" He said getting out of bed. "Our contributors will be up in arms
and they will demand that you resign."

"And why is that?"

"You can't expect us to love the people that have slaughtered our people
and stolen our lands. That would be too much. Who do you think you are?"

"As you just said, I am my father's son. They would not dare to question
one of his dying wishes, one that he asked me to help him with before he
died."

"It was Fazzi's desire to give Muslim money to Jews and Christians?" Allie
asked. "That is preposterous."

"No its not. It started during the time that Ibrahim was being held by
those gangsters. You of all people should remember how he took over the
rescue effort and how he felt during the effort. Both while we were doing
it and after at the bazaar he was really impressed with what the publicity
could do for his people. Over and over again he said that it is time we
started to build on the good public relations that were created when
Ibrahim was set free. He told me that for the first time in his life not
only had his Muslim friends respected him, but he also felt respected by
everyone else in the world." Joseph said and then he added to this that
Fazzi had told him he was going to use the funds to improve the perception
that the world had of his people.

Allie thinking back over all the conversations he had with both Fazzi and
the Emirate when he was in Syria, realized that Yussef might be right after
all. Then thinking that he would at least check it out with the Emirate
before he said anything else, he said, "That might not be such a bad
idea. Let me throw out some feelers and see if I can get a feel for how
this will set with the 'Powers that be'. I still do have some
connections. You know, we just might be able to make it work if we call it
'The Fazzi Muhammad Memorial Peace Fund' or something of that nature."

"Great!  I'm glad to see that you are at least willing to considerer it."
Joseph said feeling that he had at last been able to penetrate that wall of
xenophobia so common in this people. "The Fazzi Muhammad Memorial Peace
Fund. I love that! I think that is a brilliant idea. Get on it. Now get the
hell out of here. Use my bathroom to shower and dress."

"Can I borrow a razor also?" He asked and then said, "why don't you come
take a shower with me."

"No we do not have time. You can find a new toothbrush in the cabinet, the
second drawer down, left hand side. There is also an extra razor there."
Joseph told him and added, "Now get the hell moving."

"Ok maybe we can do the shower tonight then?"

"I was planning on going back to base this afternoon. You have my cell
phone number, call me later I might change my mind. If not we will get
together sometime during the week." Joseph said as he put on his
bathrobe. "I'm going downstairs to make some coffee. Would you care for
some?"

"No, as much as I would like to have breakfast with you, I have to get busy
on that Fazzi project. I'll call you." Allie said as he slipped into the
shower.

Joseph went down to the kitchen put up some coffee and started cooking his
breakfast. The ringing of his cell phone startled him. Glancing at the
caller ID he saw it was Rich. "Hello, how are you? How are the tryouts
coming along?" he asked as he poured coffee into his cup.

"So far everything is going along very well. Better than expected. We have
gotten some really nice reviews and comments on the play. I just wanted to
call and apologize for my outburst yesterday. It was just nerves and as
usual, I took it out on you."

"No need to apologize I understand." He said just as Allie came into the
room and he placed his finger to his lips to silence him before he had a
chance to speak. "So do you think you might want me to come up there and
give you some moral support after all Rich?" Saying Rich's name in order to
let Allie know who was on the other end of the line.

Allie nodded walked up behind Joseph and placed his arms around him,
kissing his neck he then pulled away, and waved his hand to say goodbye.

Joseph signaled him to wait. "Are you sure you don't need me? I could come
up Saturday after work or will you be coming back to the city soon?"

"I think we will be returning to the city in two weeks. Then we will do a
few preliminary opening previews in New York then... Boom the opening. I
think with all the stress and stuff that is going on-perhaps it is better
that I stay in my New York apartment in order to be close to work."

"I hope you don't mean that you don't want to see me until after the
opening?" Joseph asked.

"No! No not that! Richard said. "You can come to my place. I will just need
my rest."

"I understand." Joseph said. "I want you to be at your best and I don't
want to cause you to loose any sleep. Just give me a call when you get back
home. I love you." They said goodbye and he hung up.

Joseph went over to Allie and took him in his arms and kissed him.... "I
did not want you to leave without telling you that last night was special
and wonderful and also to thank you 'Master'."

Allie broke out in a big smile and kissed him again and said, "We can do it
again anytime you are free. Some day I'm going to move in with you and then
we will have all our nights together. But for now I better get out of
here."

"Yes, you better or we might start making love again right here on the
kitchen table and Summaya would have a fit." He joked and as he groped and
ran his hand over Allie's crotch he added, "As much as I love the taste of
your sausage, she is still a wonderful cook and house keeper. If she quit,
where would we get someone who could cook shish-ka-bob?"

"OK, I'm leaving now." He said as he pushed away from Joseph and headed for
the door. "But just remember that I'm a damn good cook also." Smiling and
blowing a kiss he left.

He drove back to the city humming and smiling all the way.  As soon as he
entered his apartment he picked up his phone and dialed his Emirate contact
in Syria. Placing a voice scrambler on the phone, he told him that 'the
soldier' was theirs.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that I have done what needed to be done to insure that he will do
anything I want him to do."

"And how did you do that?" he asked, "You have not drugged him have you?"

"No, the use of ordinary drugs would be too apparent. Besides a drugged man
is of no use to us. No, I did not have to use drugs, not unless you
consider sexual enslavement a drug. I have just continued what Fazzi
started. Our old friend Fazzi was no fool. If he had lived, Yussef would
have been completely under his power and would have become a first class
soldier in our 'Jihad'."

"Remember what we talked about! We told you we do not want him to
convert. He must remain one of theirs, outwardly at least. Once it is known
that he converted or was even thinking of it, his usefulness to us may have
been lost. The Americans cannot even think he has joined us. That is what
the Emirate and Fazzi had planed. This whole idea was his and when he died
we thought that the plan died with him. It will make me very happy to
report that it is not dead and that you have proven yourself to be the
worthy one to take his place in our organization. Would you like that?"

"I am honored." He said, "but I'm afraid that I have some bad news also to
report."

"And what is that?"

"Perhaps you will be angry and not want to give me that promotion, but you
must hear everything. Yussef wants us to use the Fund to foster and
publicize Muslim interfaith relations. He wants to create and fund
interfaith working groups. He says this is what Fazzi wanted. I think he is
crazy for thinking this, but he insists Fazzi was not only thinking of
doing this, but was eagerly looking forward to working with these enemies
of Islam."

"I know this will shock you, my dear Allie, but that is exactly what he was
planning to do. Like I told you when you were here, we have enough money to
carry on our other work for now. The Fund will be used for "Good Will"
propaganda. Your new job is to bury the Americans in a sea of good
will. Make them feel secure and safe. Us Muslims are their friends. We want
them to help us to live the better life. Help us to understand-we need to
be educated and all that crap. This is what they want to hear. Tell it to
them. The Americans have absolutely no staying power. You are to lull them
back to sleep. Their so-called democracy will fall apart as soon as they
think they are safe. Keep it all up until they have no more will to
resist. Then we will crush these infidels once and for all and we shall
rule over a world Emirate. We will rule by the Koran. We will institute
Islamic law. If there are objections-they will be eliminated. This is our
Jihad and we will keep at it until the Jihad is won. May Allah grant us an
early victory! You have done very well. I will inform our agents as to your
new status. You are now the chief agent for the Emirate in the Western
Hemisphere. They are to report and be directed by you. It is your show
now."

"Shokran, thank you. I will do my best. I am sending you a full written
report with the next diplomatic pouch."

"Good I look forward to reading it." He said. "One thing more-be very
careful with the American. You are now in charge, BUT I would remind you
that without him-there is no need for you. Is that clear? Do you
understand? Without him as our front, we would loose everything, the money
and our Wall Street connection perhaps even our ability to take over the
United States. At least for now he must be kept alive and happy. Do I make
myself clear?"

"Yes and I assure you that I will see to it that he will be kept very
happy!" He smiled to himself and hung up the phone. Yes, he thought, not
only will I keep him happy but also I will fuck that infidel's ass and ride
it like it was a white charger.

Later that day Joseph turned over the list Allie had given him to the FBI
and was told they would double check on the organizations and get back to
him. Allie also called him to find out how he was.  "It is a bit lonely
here without you," he said, "but at least I am getting some work done."

"You asked me to find you some interfaith organizations." Allie
said. "There are plenty of Christian and Jewish groups but few Muslim
groups. There was one that might fit the bill, but even that one is very
small. The Imam in charge is a maverick with a small following. He is
really afraid to push it too far as he has been threatened by almost all
the Muslim clerics in this country as well as back home."

"That is a shame. Is there anything that can be done to offer this man some
protection?" Joseph asked.

"Like I told you his group is small and if he were not alone he might be
able to fight back." Allie said. "What I mean is if we could get someone
like the Paterson Imam to go in with him it might work. When Fazzi was
alive he could have convinced a lot of people to do it... I don't have to
remind you of how he could and did organize the community when he wanted
to."

"Yes I remember it very well. Is there anything I could do?"

"Well as Fazzi's son.... You just might be able to do it, but I think you
would need someone with connections back in Syria to pressure him or at
least to suggest that he would not be acting contrary to Muslim
traditions." Allie said. "Look you have a talk with him and explain what
you want. Impress on him that this was what your father wanted. That is
your part in this. As for me, I think that I still do have a few people
that I know that can at least call him and tell him that working with and
possibly taking the lead in an interfaith council might be what is now
needed."

"Can you do that my love? Remember that I do not want you to get into
trouble or get hurt." Joseph asked. "How dangerous would it be for you to
go out on the limb for me?"

"Well, not to get too dramatic, it is my job to - 'go out on the tree limb'
for you. On one hand, if this is done right it should be no more difficult
than rescuing Ibrahim was. But for you love, I would do it even if I get
into trouble." He answered trying to expand his self-importance. "However
on the other hand, if I have to I can always say that as one of the
appointed executers of Fazzi's estate, it was Fazzi's last wish that this
be instituted. That would not be far from the truth and when we dub it as
"The Fazzi Muhammad Memorial Interfaith Peace council" I think I can shove
it through."

"OK you get on it and I will talk with the Imam." He said and asked, "do
you think it will be better if I went to the Mosque or called him and asked
him to come here?"

"As much as we like to portray ourselves as free independent sons of the
desert, our people only respect leaders that are forceful and
decisive. Have him come to you! Like I have been trying to implant in that
soft western Christian brain of yours, you are your father's son, act like
it! It looks as if I will have to keep reminding you over and over again of
that fact. You may not like me doing that-but if you are going to survive,
I will have to keep doing it even if you get to hate me."

"Now I understand why Fazzi wanted us to work together. Many times he said
I needed someone to guide me and if he wasn't around he wanted it to be
you. I'll get right on it. I will call him right after I hang up." Joseph
said and then asked, "When will I see you again? Will you have to go to
Syria?"

"I don't think I will have to go home. I can talk with my connections by
phone. I will let you know if I have to go but unless there is some
problem, I hope to see you midweek." Then he added in the sexist tone he
could muster. "I hope you are as horny as I am thinking about it. I can't
wait to hold you close again and feel the warmth of your lips on mine..."
at that point his voice trailed off. "I am looking forward to resuming your
schooling."

"Yes teacher...."


To be continued......