Date: Thu, 2 Jul 2009 21:19:01 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three-Day Pass Chapter 39

The Three-Day Pass
Chapter 39
By Joystick

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are
either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously,
and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales
is entirely coincidental. As fiction, 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

End of chapter 38

"You tell him that I will be in New York for a United Nations meeting in
two weeks. If he is still serious about this, I will grant him a special
audience and private meeting. I will meet secretly with him then and I will
impress upon him that as a non-converted ally; he is worth much more than a
hundred converts. I will convince him that he should not, cannot and will
not have to do this. See to it that he does nothing till then. I am issuing
an order to you to see that my will is enforced. Do you understand?"

"Yes your Eminence."

Chapter 39

Joseph shouted above the din of revelers at Reinzi's Cafe. "Wonderful! A
new light on the big street."  "Worth is worth his weight in gold and
tonight he is the toast of Broadway." "A new high in the art of
theater. This play should run for years."

It was early Saturday morning at Reinzi's Cafe and along with friends,
investors and the cast of Rich's new play, they had gathered for the time
honored custom to party and wait for the reviews that would spell either
success or failure for Rick's Broadway opening. And now the reviews were in
and the play was pronounced a big hit. With these favorable reviews the
party had turned into a real celebration.

"And now a word from the 'the star' of our party, Mr. Rich Worth."

Rich got up and looked around the room and said, "I guess most of you are
asking yourselves why I chose this place to await the reviews instead of
some fancy mid-town watering hole. I thought that just in case things did
not pan out - I did not want to go to my father and ask for the money to
pay for a grander place.... But, all kidding aside, some of you close to me
will know the real reason. As for the rest of you, I will now let you in on
the big secret. Some of my best years of struggling were spent waiting on
tables here. In fact, you could say that it all started here and you would
not be far from the truth. The tips that I made here enabled me to attend
acting school. And to tell the truth - if this play had flopped, tomorrow
would have found me right back here begging my old boss, Alfonzo, for my
job back."

"And I would have been glad to have you back here." Called out Reinzi, the
cafe owner, "You were the best waiter I ever had." This brought down the
house in laughter and applause.

Smiling Richard continued, "I just want to thank my producers, the
director, the author and our wonderful cast for all your help. Many times
I've heard people say that they owe everything to a few people and in my
case this is also true. Whatever success I may have I owe to everyone in
this room. You were and are part and parcel of tonight's celebration. Eat,
drink and have a great time. I did not want to forget any of you but, and
this is a big but, most of my success is due to the love and friendship of
three people. They are my mother, my father and a very special friend,
Sgt. Joseph Benson of the U.S. Army, who will soon be broken to
private. Broken to private citizen, that is! They had faith in me even when
I thought that nothing would work out. I love all of you."

The partying went on and on until dawn. It was past seven A.M. when Rich
and Joseph got to bed.

Sometime late afternoon on Saturday, Joseph's cell phone went off waking
him up. Reaching for his phone Joseph noted that the call was coming from
Bill Barns.

"Good morning Bill. How are you?"

"Morning?" questioned the F.B.I. agent. "Its way past afternoon! I guess
you and Rich were up late celebrating last night. I thought you would like
to know that that new President let it be known that he would like to meet
you. Do you think you can make it next week?"

"I was wondering when he would want to meet me. Is he going to fire me?"
Joseph said. "If he wants this fucking job he can have it."

"Fire you!", Bill said. "I really doubt that. I know that when the past
president told him about you he asked the F.B.I. to send him your entire
file. After reading it over three times, he told the Director that you were
to continue your work and that he wants to meet with you ASAP. He said that
he wants to meet with you and convince himself that you are not some loose
cannon. He is scheduled to address the UN next week. If I could arrange it,
would you be able to make it?"

"As a matter of fact, Allie tells me that I will be meeting with his
Eminence, the Emir, sometime that week, also at the U.N. If the President
wants to meet with me I would be honored. It would have to be done in
secret. Perhaps I may have something new to tell him. In case he doesn't
like what I have to say he can fire me then and there."

"Don't act or even talk that way - the man is new on the job and just wants
to make sure we are all playing on the same team. I've met with him and
while I did not think he would fill "G.W.'s shoes, I found him to be
capable and knowledgeable and willing to learn. He is a great guy and you
two are really alike in many respects. You should hit it off. He just wants
to get to know you. I don't think he believes what we have told him about
your work and all you have done. He sounds like a hands-on guy and wants to
see things with his own eyes. Don't make any snap judgments. He has been
filled in on everything, and I do mean everything. He knows about you and
Fazzi and also about you and our latest star. Unlike the last guy, this one
did not blink an eye when he was told you were 'Gay'. Oh by the way, our
new star, be sure to give him my congratulations. My wife and I were there
last night. We enjoyed the play and he was great."

"I'll tell him you said that. I'm sure he would like to hear that. Meantime
you make the arrangements and I will be there. If you don't have anything
else, I will have to be on my way now. Good bye." Joseph said and hung up.

"The President wants to see me next week."

"I take it you are going." Rich said. "Look, You know how I hated the last
guy. I like this man. I voted for him. I know you didn't, but maybe this
time you were wrong. And maybe he will be able to end this shit."

"It's not up to him or any American President to end it, but I will go and
see him and see what he wants." Joseph said. "By the way Bill, saw the play
last night and says he loved it. He wanted me to tell you that. He also
said the President knows about us and he has no problem with it."

"Well that's nice. As if I care what he thinks, or anyone else for that
matter. The only thing that matters to me is what you think. Do you think
it will ever end?"

"Richard, it will never end, not in our life times. Look, I'm going to have
to get back to Paterson. You want to come along?"

"You know I have to stay here in the city for now at least until the play
is established. Then I'm going to take some time off and we can take a trip
to Canada in say about 3 months."

"Tell you what ---- lets make it a wedding trip!" Joseph said "I should be
out of the Army by then and......"

"You're not joking are you???"

"No I'm not!"

"Was that a proposal of marriage I just heard?"

"It sure sounded like one to me!" Joseph stated. "Are you accepting?"

Richard ran into his arms and kissed him and asked, "Where is the ring?"

"Say yes and we will buy rings A.S.A.P."

"YES! But lets wait until you are discharged and free from the Army. I
don't want anything to spoil this."

"You got it babe." Joseph said. "Now I have to go. I'll call you from
Paterson."

"Do that and don't forget to dream about us tonight!"

Joseph kissed him and said he always did. He then dressed, had a cup of
coffee, gave Rich a goodbye kiss and got into the BMW. He drove uptown over
the GW Bridge and toward Paterson. Once in New Jersey, he pulled over and
called his housekeeper and told her to have a light supper ready for him.

"Are you sure that you would not like a full dinner?" Summaya asked, "It
would be no trouble for me to make it."

"No, just a sandwich will be fine. Mr. Balbak and I will be going out later
this evening for Dinner."

"Are you sure you would not like to have me cook for the two of you?"

"No that will not be necessary as we will be dining in the country. We have
business to talk over and we might spend the night at a Boys' Camp."

"By the way you have had some telephone calls from some women who have
asked to see you."

"Women?" That's rather unusual he thought. " Who are they? Did they say
what it was about?"

"All I know is that they are women from the community. They would not tell
me what they wanted, but they did say that it was most important that they
talk to you, in private and confidentially. They sounded very upset and
they also stressed the fact that the meeting was to be as soon as you could
meet with them and that it should be strictly private. They sounded
frantic. I think you should see them. I don't usually try to tell you what
you should do but..."

"Say no more. I will be home in about twenty minutes. If you can have them
in the library I will see them then. Have some sandwiches, coffee and cakes
set out and I will take my snack with them while we talk."

"I will arrange everything right now and thank you. They did sound like
they were at wits' end. They would not even give me a hint as to the
problem."

"They are most likely looking for some financial help. The Imam knows that
I like to give alms to the poor and he must have sent them to me." he
said. "In any event I will be glad to see them."

About twenty minutes later the Sergeant pulled his car into his driveway
and he walked into the house. In the hallway he spotted the housekeeper
pushing a serving cart into the library. "Here let me help you with that."
Joseph called out.

"No need. I have everything under control. You freshen up. The ladies will
be here soon." She said, "If you need me to translate, I will be in the
kitchen. Are you sure Mr. Balbak will not be wanting anything before you
leave?"

"Yes quite sure, but if he does he can dip into that tray. From the look of
that cart you just wheeled in, I would say that there was enough food on it
to feed half of Arab Paterson." Joseph jested and then he went into the
hall bathroom to wash up. Finishing up, he headed into the library and
poured a cup of coffee then sat down to munch on some of the treats the
cook had made. About ten minutes later there was a light rap on the door.

"Yes, come in please." Joseph said wiping his hands and face on a napkin
and getting to his feet.

Three women in traditional Muslim dress with face coverings entered the
room with Summaya leading the way. She introduced the trio and then said
that they spoke English and Joseph was right, she would not be needed as a
translator, but she would be on hand if needed.

"Thank you Summaya, I don't know what I would do without you." He said as
he directed the three ladies to soft chairs around the coffee table. "Now
if you ladies will please join me in a little refreshment, we can get on
with our business." After Summaya had left the room and Joseph had served
his guests coffee, he asked them, "Now tell me how can I help you?"

They were nervous and ill at ease. Joseph asked them again, but this time
he switched to very formal Arabic. "Perhaps it will be easier if we spoke
Arabic? I would like to help you, but you must inform me as to the nature
of the problem."

One of the women smiled and said, "We had heard that you speak Arabic, but
we did not know how well. However that is not the problem. Our problem is
fear! We are afraid to speak."

"You need have no fear of anything. What you and I discuss in this room
will remain between us. I promise that on whatever is holy to you and I
will take an oath on my Bible as well. Now open your heart to me so that I
may try to help you."

After a few seconds, one of women said. "It is this way. We have heard that
the fund is going to fund a certain boys' camp. Is that true?"

"As a matter of fact, it is true and not only that but I am thinking of
funding a girls' camp as well. It will be good for our children to get out
of the city during the summer months. Do you not think so?" he asked. "To
swim and hike and learn crafts and sports."

"Yes, to do those things and only those things would be desirable, but
there is something else that we have problems with." She said and then
stopped talking suddenly afraid to continue, and then in a cautious tone
asked, "Is it not enough that we just ask you not to fund the camp?"

"I am afraid not. If I am to withhold funds, I must have a good reason to
do that. While I am not required to make that reason publicly known, at
least in my own mind I must be assured that our money is used only for
legal-legitimate Muslim purposes. Our fund is0 watched and investigated by
the American Government. I myself am going to the camp later this evening
and will investigate the camp. If you know of something that I should look
out for, please let me know now. Again I tell you that I will not reveal
your names to anyone. My decisions will be made on what I feel and see. Is
that understood?"

"We hope that will be the case and what we are about to tell you is not
something for which we have any definite proof, but we have what you
Americans call 'a women's intuition'. And while in your culture, this is
often praised and respected, in ours such feelings are of no value and can
be very dangerous."

"I understand what you are saying and, while I do honor and respect a lot
of things in that culture, that is not one of them and I will do what I can
to rectify that aspect of Arab culture. Now tell me what you want to tell
me so that I will know what I am looking for when I visit the camp."

"Some of us who have sent our children to this camp have found strange
things going on when they have come home." She started by telling in a
whisper. "Our children have become politicized and fundamentalist, even
more so than some of our men folk. They have joined radical youth groups.
But even more frightening is the fact that they are leaving our homes and
traveling overseas. I hate to say this but we think they are being
recruited for... I don't even want to mention who or what."

"My God, now I understand your concern. Have you told the Government of
your suspicions?" Joseph asked.

"I am sure that one or two of the mothers wanted to do that. However no one
will take them seriously. If it is true, you know what can and will happen
to any of us that is known to have informed." She said drawing a finger
over her throat and moving it from ear to ear.

"Enough said! I want you to know that I will look into this. One way or
another your coming here today has never happened. I promise that you will
never be involved, nor will word of anything you told me be related back to
the community, Thank you for coming and you may call me at any time if you
feel the need to do that. Here is my private cell phone number. You may
call on me at any time if you need me. I suggest you learn it by heart and
destroy the evidence."

After they left, Joseph got ready for his trip with Allie. While packing he
thought over what the women had told him and decided that it could not be
true. Not right out in the open. No, not true at all - but he would look
into it anyway.

Later, on the way out to the camp, he asked Allie to fill him in on the
camp's objectives and plans for the future.

"The camp teaches the boys how to live as their ancestors lived in the
desert. It is extremely rough with few amenities. The state requires
showers, toilets and kitchen services. However the campers live in
tents. These tents are on platforms so that rain will not flood out the
bedding. Except in the administrative compound and kitchen and bath areas,
there is no electric power." said Allie. "They sometimes go out on
overnight hikes and have to learn to live off the land."

"Sounds like Survival Training School in the Army. I should feel right at
home." Joseph said. "I think it is good for young boys to learn these
skills. I hope that religion is also taught there."

"You can be sure of that. There are classes and prayers. You will see it is
just like a scout camp. Many of the graduates continue their education by
forming alumni groups which meet every week when they get home."

Several hours later they arrived at the camp and were shown into the camp
administrator's 'cabin'. It was a large log cabin with a canvas
roof. "Welcome to our camp." he gushed in Arabic. "We are most glad to have
you here and hope that you find our enterprise worthy of the fund's
support. You have picked a wonderful weekend to visit us. We are having
Color War. This is like most of American camps have except that we have
added a paint gun game to the usual athletics activities. Being in the
American Army maybe you might like to participate."

"I'm afraid not." Joseph said. "Mr. Balbak and I have both served our time
in the military and, speaking for myself, I have had my fill of it. We
shall be happy to observe and perhaps give out rewards to the winners. Both
of us feel that physical fitness and religious education go hand in
hand. We also want to see that camps such as these should be available to
all the Muslim children in our cities. And that includes the girls also -
but in separate camps."

"It is too bad that you and Allie will not be in our games. We were hoping
to test our kids against both your military knowledge." he laughed.

"Perhaps next time." Allie said. "We are here to examine and enjoy your
camp. We want to see what you have to offer. The fund is only one aspect of
the visit. Perhaps I did not make it clear that Mr. Benson, himself is
thinking of investing his own money and as you know he has many rich
friends who he could bring in with him."

"Yes, I was thinking of making the camp free to all deserving Muslim
youth. Or if this were not possible, perhaps to set up scholarships for the
most needy."

"That would be most generous of you! Tell me, Mr. Benson, as an outsider,
what are your reasons for doing such a thing?"

"Outsider!" Allie laughed. "Do you not know who this is? Did the camp
organization not tell you who was coming to visit? This is Joseph Benson
Muhammad, the son of the late sheik, Fazzi Muhammad and the man who is now
in charge of a one half billion dollar charity fund, set up by his father
and the Paterson Arab community."

"I'm sorry but I was just told that a possible donator was coming up and to
treat him like a V.I.P." the director said. "It has been a long day and you
look tired. Perhaps you would like to rest in your quarters and we can get
a fresh start in the morning? We have a nice place for our visitors to stay
with a nice full bed and cot. There is a refrigerator with food and
drinks. We will wake you at 7 am for breakfast and first prayers."

They were shown their quarters and after the director left Allie asked,
"Who gets the bed?"

"I really don't care. After last night I could sleep on the floor. I'll
take the cot. I'm used to it anyway and I'll be dead to the world as soon
as I hit the pillow."

"Are you joking? We both get the bed. It must be this mountain air. I'm
bushed also, but from what I hear it gets real cold at night up here and we
might be better off sharing the big bed." Allie said, as he and Joseph got
ready for bed.

When they were both stripped to their shorts, Joseph got into the bed while
Allie went to shut off the lights. By the time he got under the covers, he
heard his bed partner snoring softly.

Try as he could, Allie could not fall asleep. The Arab lay still in their
bed hearing the soldier's soft snore and feeling his body next to him. He
looked over at him and watched his chest rise and fall and looked at his
handsome face. There was a sort of smile on his lips. I wonder what he is
dreaming about? Joseph turned over on his side facing away from Allie and
the Arab removed his own under shorts and snuggled up to Joseph's rear and
spooned with him. That long cock of his now rubbing against the soldier's
Jockey clad ass. He leaned over and moved his mouth to Joseph's ear and
whispered his name several times in English. Hearing and feeling no
response, he just gave up.

Joseph heard this voice calling to him from miles away, "Joseph, you are my
slave and lover." The voice repeated this over and over. "You will do what
I say. Is that understood? I am the master from now on - you are to do what
I say. No questions."

"Yes, Richard, my love, I am your slave." Joseph moaned. "But why are you
talking to me in Arabic. You never told me you knew the language."

"There is a lot about myself that I never told you." Richard said.

"Such as?? Are you keeping secrets from me? You know you can't do
that. Everything you know, everything that is in your head - I want to know
- I have to know. You know that I have always told you everything. I would
never lie to you." Joseph said.

"You have lied to me. You thought I did not know but I did. I knew about
you and I knew about Fazzi. You always told me you hated the old pig. You
lied to me about him... I know you loved him and you still do. Now I know
about Allie also. I know you are in love with him now. I know he is
sleeping with you and you are only tolerating me because of my father." He
said. "That is the truth, is it not? You are a prostitute! Selling your
body to me to satisfy your lust for Allie and his big cock."

"Yes, Richard, everything you say is true, what are you going to do about
it? Are you going to tell your daddy and have him punish me by throwing me
out? Are you going to drop me? Is it over between you and me?"

"You used me from the beginning, didn't you. You are a slut! You are still
doing it. I hate you!"

"Stop talking in Arabic." Joseph screamed and thrashed out his
arms. "Richard, Rich, please - what do you want?"

"Want?" the voice asked in Arabic. "What do you think I want? I want you
and I want you now. I want you clean, raw, and meat-to-meat... No condoms."
As his hands removed Joseph's boxers and slid them down his legs removing
them, Joseph could feel the wet tongue travel down his spine to the small
of his back. He could feel teeth nibbling on his ass cheeks and then feel
that tongue enter his ass hole and work around the muscles easing the
tension and opening the lips.

Leaning over Joseph's head the voice whispered, "No I will not speak
English. When I do, it is I that am the slave. In Arabic, I am the Master
and you are my play toy and I can do this."

Joseph felt the head of a gigantic cock pressing against his rosebud and
pressing with great force. No condom, raw meat pressing and
pushing. Forcing aside the rings of defense one by one. Pushing and then
withdrawing a little and then pushing again. Joseph moaning over and over
protesting the shear size and force as the angry invading hard pole forced
its way in.

"Bitch! Whore! Stop fighting me, you know you want this and you're going to
take it all and you will take it without the raincoat on and without
lube. Ahhhh - there you go take it all, all ten and a half inches of
it. Yes, Habibi, this time your ass is going to take all ten plus inches of
my hot cock. And I'm going to have the erotic passion of seeing you ride
all of it."

Pressing in, in, in and then out and back in again. Deep into his love
tunnel the massive cock drilled in deep. Suddenly, he stopped and rolled
the soldier over so that he was on top of him without removing his
cock. Joseph was on his knees, his back still facing his lover as he felt
his lover's hands on his ass helping to raise him until the tip of the ten
and a half inch cock was still inside him. Then with his lover's hands
guiding him - he slowly lowered himself until ass and groin were pressed
together. His lover watched as he saw his cock slowly penetrate the
soldier's white ass, then he slowly pushed him up once again until the head
was just inside him. Then he lowered Joseph again. Over and over riding
that huge cock, going faster and faster, as both of them became
frantic. Pumping up and down. Joseph could feel the hands of his lover
squeezing his ass and then, wh\ith the rhythm established he moved a hand
around to touch his cock. Fingers circled the penis and began kneading and
pulling on the hard bouncing appendage. As Joseph increased his pace he
could feel one hand continue to jerk his cock while the other roamed over
the rest of his body. Then he felt both hands pull his body hard towards
him as he felt the body under him rise and stiffen. Everything stood still
as Joseph's ass muscles clamped around that huge hard cock that was now
jerking in his ass. It was erupting like a volcano and his whole body was a
mass of sweat as his ass filled up with the hot wet cum.

"That's it bitch. Ride my cock!" Richard yelled in Arabic, "Fuck me, and
fuck me hard. Drain my balls." As his body repeatedly pumped out what
seemed like gallons of cum into Joseph's ass, the soldier's body tried to
ingest it. Then as soon as his cock stopped spitting, he pulled it out of
Joseph and flipped him onto his back again; forcing his legs wide apart and
he then went down on Joseph's dick and took it in his mouth all the way
down to the root.

"Wake up!" he heard a voice in the distance calling. "Wake Up!" It was
Allie shaking him and trying to wake him up. "Man that must have been some
dream. All I could make out was you were yelling in Arabic to someone
telling him to fuck the shit out of you. You were yelling my name and
Richard's name and one of us was really plowing it into you."

"Oh, what a dream! It was all mixed up. It was in Arabic and I don't know
what was going on, but either you or Richard was plowing my ass... I was
using this ten and a half inch cock and I was riding it. It was all mixed
up."

"Dreams usually are mixed up. Don't even try to make any sense of it.
However, It must have been me. Why else would it have been in Arabic?  You
are beginning to fall in love with my big cock and me. Richard isn't that
big, is he?" Allie jested. "Yeah that's it - you are beginning to long for
my cock, baby. I would like to give it to you but it is too late to start
now, so just lay back and relax in my arms. It is almost 6 AM and we should
be getting up soon anyway."

"Yes." said Allie in Arabic, "It must have been me and someday soon we will
make that dream reality." As he ran his fingers up and down Joseph's arms
he visualized his cock sinking into Joseph's body making him beg for more
and more....

To be continued....