Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2010 10:46:05 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three-Day Pass Chapter 45

The Three-Day Pass

Chapter 45

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 44

"I was serious when I told you I wanted to become a good Muslim. Being a
good Muslim requires that you submit to the will of Allah and his appointed
teachers. This I intend to try to do. Now, get the hell out of here before
I press the service button and have the steward come in and forcibly remove
you!"

Chapter 45

"But!" Allie said as he started to move toward Joseph.

"Stop right there," Joseph warned as he picked up the buzzer and placed his
thumb on the button. "Take one more step and I'll press this and have the
security people throw you out of the plane over the ocean. I'm told that
was one of my late father's favorite methods of disposing of his
ex-lovers."

"You wouldn't do that," said Allie with a smirk on his face, but, never the
less, he stopped in his tracks. "Would you?"

"Just try me!" Joseph said his blue eyes staring into Allie's now
frightened eyes, "You know what they say, 'like father, like son'."

"OK, I'll leave, but this is not the last you will see of me." Allie
whispered and dropped his hands, turned, opened the door a bit to check
that there was no one in the aisle and then left the room.

After Allie left Joseph summoned the Steward and asked if he knew who the
visitor was that had just left his room.

"Yes, I do, sir," he said. "Is there anything wrong?"

"He is to remain confined in the crew area for the remainder of the flight,
even if you have to handcuff him. You may release him once we get off the
plane. Do I make myself clear?

"Yes sir, I'm sorry that happened. He told us you knew him, that you were
good friends and he wanted to surprise you. I will take care of the problem
and see to it that you will not be disturbed again."

Joseph relaxed and locked the door and returned to his bed, lay down and
was soon asleep. He woke up many hours later and again rang for the
steward.

There was a knock on the door and a voice said, "Steward here, sir. May I
be of assistance?"

Joseph got off the bed and opened the door and seeing it was the steward,
he asked him in. "Steward, how much longer until we land."

"About three hours. We are making good time. I was just about to wake you
and ask if perhaps you would like something to eat now. I have just
received a message from His Eminence detailing your welcoming at the
airport. He has quite a ceremony set up."

"Oh, he need not have gone to any trouble. I hope I will not embarrass
either him or myself."

"I'm sure you won't, sir. And just to make sure that all goes well; after
you eat I can go over the arrangements and prep the three of you for the
event. I'm sure you and the Worthingtons will do just fine. We will be
landing and then we will taxi to a private V.I.P. area where the Emir and
our President will be waiting to welcome you to Syria in the name of our
people. The whole thing should not take too long."

"The President?" Joseph said. "My, I guess we must be important."

"I guess you are. The other passengers are also getting ready for
dinner. We were just getting ready to serve them in about twenty minutes in
the main stateroom. Would you like to join them now?"

"Yes, that would be nice. I will wash-up, change my clothes and join them
in a few minutes. What is the weather like in Damascus?"

"This time of year; hot, very hot! I would wear something light. Are you
sure you will be ready in twenty minutes?"

"I should be."

"Very well then, sir. Dinner in twenty minutes."

Joseph washed and joined the others at the table where a nice meal was
served. "This is not your usual airline food," Richard said. "I could even
get used to this."

"Yes, it is rather good. The steward was telling me that when we land there
is to be a formal welcoming ceremony," Joseph said. "It appears that we are
to get the 'Red Carpet' treatment." Then, seeing the look of anxiety on the
faces of Sara and Richard, he added, "but we are not to worry because after
we finish dinner, the steward will take us through the process step by step
and prepare us."

After dinner was finished and cleared away, the steward returned holding a
small gift-wrapped box, which he placed on the table in front of
himself. He then described how the plane would land and taxi up to a
fenced-in area. "After the landing and taxi, the door will open and Joseph
followed by the Worthingtons will alight the steps to the tarmac, where
three children will present each of you with welcoming flowers. The Emir
will then welcome you and introduce you to the President. The Emir's wife
will then welcome Mr. and Mrs. Worthington and escort the two of you to one
of the waiting air-conditioned limousines. Joseph will then be asked to
review the Honor Guard after which the President will say a few parting
words. He will then leave and Joseph and the Emir will travel together in
his limo while the Worthingtons will travel in his wife's limo to His
Eminence's home. That's all there is to it. Are there any questions?"

They looked at each other and shook their heads indicating that they
understood.

"It sounds simple enough," Joseph said. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes, one more thing. A rather delicate matter." The steward said shyly, as
he picked up the box and handed it to Sara. "The wife of the Emir has asked
me to present this welcoming gift to you. She picked it out herself. It is
a black scarf and most married women in our country wear it in public. She
wanted me to stress that this was not required but that she would like you
to wear it over your hair, but only if it pleases you to do it."

Sara opened the box and removed the sheer black lace scarf. "Oh! It's
beautiful; I shall be pleased to wear it. Is this made in Syria? I would
love to buy some more to give as gifts to my friends back home."

The steward, smiling and heaving a sigh of relief said, "Yes ma'am, I think
the Emir's wife had a shopping tour planned for you and you can ask her. I
am sure she will be pleased to see that you not only like her gift, but are
gracious enough to honor our customs."

After they sat down in their seats, Joseph leaned over to Sara and
whispered that she had handled her first test very diplomatically. "Now all
I have to do is to get through the rest of the day without any problems."

"I am sure you will do fine. Just be relaxed and be yourself. They will
love you just as we do," she said. "Oh! Look out the window. I think the
sun is coming up. In a few hours we will be on the ground and the welcome
will be over and past us."

Light as a feather the plane touched down and taxied to the gate. Joseph,
looking out could see the welcoming committee. They were all standing under
a canvas tarp, which made it look like a Bedouin encampment. The door
opened and Joseph started down the steps and turned to assist Sara who was
wearing the lace scarf with the ends flipped over her shoulders. Richard
brought up the rear. When they were all on the tarmac, three girls came
forward and presented each of them with flowers. Joseph bent his head to
the girl and took the flowers with his left hand as she said in slightly
accented English, "Welcome to Syria". Then taking her right hand in his, he
lifted it to his lips and kissed it.

The girl giggled and smiled and Joseph noticed a very pretty face, with the
darkest brown eyes and whitest teeth he had seen in a long time. It
reminded him of that first Friday in Fazzi's home when he had looked into
the eyes of Fazzi's daughter. "What a lovely way to be welcomed." Joseph
said and added, "Your English is excellent. Thank you my dear, we are very
glad to be here." The girl bowed her head and moved to the side as the Emir
came up and threw his arms around Joseph and welcomed him in true Arab
style by kissing him on both cheeks. Joseph introduced the Worthingtons to
the Emir and he, in turn, introduced the three of them to the
President. After all the introductions were over, Joseph was asked to
review the Honor Guard while Sara and Richard were taken over to an air
conditioned limousine where they waited for the formal welcoming to
end. After inspecting the Guard, the President said his goodbyes and The
Emir and Joseph got into their limo and drove off followed by the other
limo.

"Most impressive, but totally unnecessary." Joseph said." You make me feel
like I am a big shot or something."

"Well, Yussef you are, as you say, 'a big shot'", the Emir said and asked,
"I hope your flight was comfortable? Is there anything in particular you
would like to see while you are here? Yussef, I do have a big tour planned
but if there is something in particular you would like to see, just let me
know and I will arrange it for you."

"Jamaal," Joseph said using the Emir's name, "There is something that I
would like to do first off, before we even go to your home--- if I can and
it is not too much trouble for you."

"And what might that be?"

"I would like to visit my father's grave. These flowers that were given to
me, I would like to place them on his grave and let him know that I have
fulfilled one of his last wishes by coming to his country and also pay my
respects to him." Joseph requested.

The Emir tried almost unsuccessfully to choke back his tears... "Yes, my
son, that would be a most fitting way for you to begin your trip," he said
as he reached for the inter-com phone and directed his driver to change
course and also to inform the other limo of the change in plans. "I hope
the Worthingtons will understand this side trip?"

"Oh, they most likely will. Have you forgotten that they both knew and
respected Fazzi almost as much as I did? I am sure they will want to pay
their respects as much as I do. I hope this is not a problem for you."

"No, no problem at all," said the Emir. "By the way, how did you like the
girl that presented you with the flowers."

"She was very beautiful and poised." Joseph said a bit warily. "A most
lovely way to be greeted."

"I'm glad you think so. She is my granddaughter, your future wife. I wanted
you to meet her and see if you like her. I think she was taken with you. I
could see the light in her eyes when you kissed her hand." The Emir
said. "The other two were also my granddaughters. If she does not please
you, perhaps one of the others will."

"You swindling, devious and treacherous old goat," Joseph said shaking his
finger at the old man, "if I wasn't so pleased with the prospect of taking
that lovely creature to my bed when she becomes a woman, I would take you
over my knee and spank you."

"I take it then that you will accept her as your wife and are not angry
with me for my deception?"

"No, I am not angry at you for that, but I am very displeased with you for
something else you seem to have done."

"What is that? Tell me and I will make it right!" The Emir said placing his
right hand over his heart. "I want no barriers between you and me."

"It is this problem with Allie and me." Joseph said and he then told him
about the incident on the plane.

"That idiot! I did not know that he had stowed away on the plane. Yussef,
my son I will confess to you, we have a problem with Allie. I say we
because it is a problem, which you will have to help me solve. Your father,
Fazzi, made all kinds of promises of advancement to him when he took him on
as an assistant. And to tell the truth, I too, might have compounded the
problem. As a result of these promises he has developed these delusions of
grandeur and has developed hopes of replacing me as Emir someday. I assure
you that there was not and never will be any chance of that! The man never
had the tact or brains for that to ever become a possibility. However since
you have entered the picture, he has become very jealous and downright
dangerous. He has become what you could call 'a young Turk' and has
attracted a small but strong following. It appears that it has now
developed to a point where even I must be careful not to hurt his
feelings. It would appear that his feelings for you have always been
strong. Stronger than either Fazzi or I could have thought. They have taken
over his mind and, for the time being, there are things that I must do in
order to control him. That is where you come in," the Emir said as they
passed through the gates of the cemetery. "Ahhhhh, here we are. We are
approaching your father's grave now. We will talk of this privately later
at home when we have more time."

The cars stopped and they got out and approached the gravesite on foot. It
was a beautiful site with a marble stone containing Fazzi's name, along
with his rank and listed his service to the nation. Joseph and the
Worthingtons placed their flowers on the grave and Joseph stepped back a
bit and gave the grave a snappy military salute and said in Arabic, "I'm
sorry I'm not in uniform, I know how you loved to see me that way Dad, but
I am no longer in the service and my civilian clothes will have to do." He
stood there at attention for a few moments and then did a snappy about face
and walked back to the car.

"That was very respectful of you Yussef. I am sure that Fazzi returned your
salute." The Emir said with tears in his eyes as he closed the door and
ordered the driver to continue on to the residence.

Later, after the visitors had settled themselves in their rooms, the Emir
took the time to continue his discussion about Allie.

"Allie thinks he has me in a corner. And for now, that is how I want him to
feel," the Emir stated. "I know I told you that you were not to continue
your liaisons with him. I said it because that first night when I stayed at
your home I suspected, for some reason, that you did not like having these
relationships with him. It appeared to me that you were only looking for a
valid reason to stop them anyway. And I was only too happy to provide you
with one. Was I right in this assumption?"

"Was it that apparent? I did not know it showed that much," said
Joseph. "Yes, by then I had realized that our affair was a mistake right
from the beginning."

"Anyway, I knew you wanted to be a proper Muslim so I provided you with
this chance and you proved your fidelity by kicking him out. However, he
has now threatened to do damage to me by joining with others and he would
like to force me to announce him as my successor. This, I cannot permit. If
ever there was anyone so totally unfit to take my place, it is Allie. After
much debate, he reluctantly agreed to bow to my will on this but he has
named his price for his continuing his support of me. That price is, to put
it disgustingly, your body. For now he must be contained. I will not force
you to do this. Do you think you can help me? Will you help me?"

"If you want me to sleep with him again-the answer is no!" Joseph
said. "Like I said before, he caught me at a bad time, right after Fazzi's
death. I made a mistake then and I'm not going to do it again."

"Not even if I ask you to do it for my sake?"

"I would do anything for you, Jamaal, but this is too much to ask of
me...."

"Then, Yussef, you leave me with only one option and that is to have him
killed and I don't want to do that if I don't have to," the Emir said. "The
man has rendered useful service to both me and our cause and I would not
want his blood on my hands. Perhaps you could pretend to like him, at least
until you are married and have given me a legitimate heir. By then our
people will have gotten to know you and both you and your offspring will be
viewed as my rightful and legitimate replacement and heir. As such, he will
have no choice but to recognize you as Emir."

"There is one other solution, if you want to keep your hands free of his
blood --- I could do it for you." Joseph whispered.

The Emir was shocked. "You would do that for me?"

"Well, if there is no other way."

"It may come to that but if it does, I will be the one that does it, not
you. I don't want you to enter as Emir with blood on your hands. In any
event, for now we must refrain from such extreme means."

"So, for now, you are telling me to pretend to love him? You want me to
lower myself to be a male prostitute for you."

"How crude! But yes, and not only will he be controlled, but as an added
benefit, as his confidant, you will then be in a position to learn all his
plans and report them to me. I'm sure you will find the means to entice
them out of him."

"Jamaal, you are a sneaky old goat," Joseph laughed, "you would sell your
own flesh and blood for power."

"Not only for power but just for the fun of it, to say nothing about the
possibility of making a profit also. After all, I'm an Arab! That is the
way we do things and if you are to be a member of this family, you had
better get used to it my boy."

"Jedi (my Grandfather), I love you. Your will is my will! Your command is
my order! This is really going too far, however, for you and for the sake
of our family and the new Caliphate I will have to find some way to do this
and keep my honor at the same time."

"I love the way your are now thinking of yourself as part of my family. I'm
sure you will find a way, but again, don't concern yourself too much with
your honor---learn to be an Arab."

For the next two weeks Joseph and the Worthingtons traveled all over the
Middle East, visiting hospitals, refugee camps, schools and the homes of
both rich and poor people. Joseph asked and was asked lots of
questions. While he could see that the need was very great, Joseph could
also see that the means of alleviating much, if not all, of the problems
was right there in the area. There was really no need to collect all that
money from the poor people in Paterson and distribute it here. There is
money and wealth locally right here in overabundance. However, the rich
refused to share their wealth or to help those less fortunate then
themselves. Instead, they chose to throw away their prosperity in the
gambling and whorehouses of Europe, while keeping the poor at home in very
horrid conditions and situations. Food, water and sanitary conditions were
beyond belief. Alongside these miserable humans lived people who just
didn't care or else used them to fill their own pockets with money made
from the resale of food and supplies of donated medical equipment. Even the
UN was involved. Joseph was told, over and over about how one after another
of the UN's officials were lining their pockets with graft. How some of the
UN soldiers gave arms and aid to the Hezbollah and other terrorists. Even
the Secretary General's family was involved.

The last week of their visit, Joseph asked Sara and Richard if they thought
there was any hope for these people. "Yes there is hope but it is fast
becoming a quagmire. Education would help, but as soon as they graduate,
they leave the area for Europe or America." Richard said sadly. "I have
seen more hope among the untouchables of India than I see here. At least
there most of the people in power are interested in helping the poor. Here
they are just using them to ferment more problems and sickness. Here,
rather than statesmen, we have political troublemakers in charge. They do
not care if their people survive or not. In fact, I think they would rather
they didn't. These poor people are their means of staying in power and if
they could retain that power without them, they would be glad to sell them
out. The social and religious factors are stacked against them. Perhaps a
complete social and religious revolution will help change the situation,
but I still doubt it will help.'

"I hate to admit it, but I tend to agree with you. The only thing that I
see that is more or less on the up and up is the Red Crescent." Sara who
had been a supporter of the Red Cross since 9/11 said sadly.

"Yes, but even they are plagued by petty corruption and have you noticed
that the local militias, or so it seems, always set up camps in or near
their facilities." Richard said.

"Yes." said Joseph. "I have noticed and when I asked one of the unit
commanders why, I was told that the hospitals needed the protection of the
militia to prevent the locals from looting and selling the medical
supplies. This may be true, but I think there are other reasons."

"And I think we might know what they are." Richard said. "As much as I
enjoyed this trip, I will be glad when we are out of here on Sunday."

"I think we all will be glad," Joseph said. "The Emir has planned a
farewell party for us Saturday and he tells me that after the official
party, he has set up a private meeting with some big Muslim leaders that he
wants to introduce me to."

When they returned to the Emir's residence Joseph went to his suite of
rooms exhausted from his trip and took a long hot shower. Afterwards
feeling somewhat refreshed from the cool air conditioned air falling on his
nude body he plunked himself down on his bed, closed the Mosquito netting,
half covered himself with a light sheet and promptly fell into a deep
sleep. A while later, still in a deep fog he felt someone slide into bed
with him and snuggle up. Smiling, and thinking it was a dream, he said and
did nothing in the hope that he would not wake up. Then he felt it. A huge
erection pressing against his butt cheeks. For one delirious moment,
forgetting where he was, he thought he might be at home spooning with
Rich. Back, he pushed, against the big fat cock head. He felt the hot tip
searching for his hungry love starved hole. Two weeks of enforced
chastity. It had been too long since they had been together. Now those
strong arms were pulling him closer and closer like an octopus.  He opened
his eyes and instead of Rich's white arms squeezing him he was shocked to
see two olive tentacles clawing at him. Realizing at once that this was not
Paterson, New Jersey and therefore could not be Rich, he tried to liberate
himself but was unable to do so. "Allie, what the hell are you doing here?"
Joseph asked angrily, "can't you get it through that thick head of yours I
do not want this anymore---get out or I'll call for the Emir."

Shifting his hand to cover Joseph's mouth and in effect, gagging him, Allie
whispered into Joseph's ear, "Yussef, you won't do anything of the sort, my
love. Stop this foolishness and for now let's just talk. I came to tell you
that you are in great danger here. You need me to protect you. This meeting
that the Emir has set up for Saturday, they are dangerous people and may
want to kill you. I want to protect you, not hurt you. You know that I love
you and I'm afraid for your safety. Now, please, if I uncover your mouth
will you promise not to scream?"

Joseph remained quiet, looking into Allie's pleading eyes; he then calmed
himself down and shook his head in agreement. Allie removed his hand slowly
and then leaned in and kissed Joseph's lips. At first he fought the kiss,
but then in spite of himself Joseph found himself returning the kiss. He
could not help it.

"Now that's a little better. You see I knew you could not resist
me. However perhaps we can get back to that later. For now you must listen
to me, these people you will meet are the most powerful people among the
Jihadists. They are the money people behind the ones your government views
as terrorists. Without them and their support the Jihad would not
exist. They will do their best to prevent a non-Arab from becoming
Emir. They see all outsiders as evil and will stop at nothing to prevent
even your offspring from polluting the royal line. They are the same ones
that objected to Fazzi adopting you. At that time I think they were just
envious. The Emir and you must convince them that you will honor their
feelings and that you will not change anything if and when you take over."

"Why were they envious and how do you know so much about them? Joseph
asked.

"All of them were personal friends of Fazzi, who was one of them himself,
and now they are mine. These are 'the connections' that Fazzi and I used to
get your friend released from Iraq. We go back a long way. We served
together with Fazzi in The Lebanon so they not only know of our sexual
exploits; many of these same people were also involved. Even today they
long for the so-called 'good old days'. They long to enslave the beautiful
westerners that they see in your movies. Your Hollywood has convinced them
that you Americans are ripe figs waiting to be plucked. They are also
convinced that you westerners have this fascination for us dark skinned
people and that also explains the election of your president. If they were
made to believe that there is more to your conversion then just your so
called love of Allah, they might be willing to accept you." Allie smiled.

"So you are telling me that a convert, no matter how sincere, has no
chance."

"You are no ordinary convert! While we do have many true converts, none of
them are of the caliber nor do they have the connections to someday become
our leader. These people must be made to realize that you are not only a
Muslim, but that you are a true Jihadist. They all know me as one of them,
a known and outspoken Jihadist. When I tell them that you are my lover and
that I vouch for you, they will think twice before trying to cut your
throat. I know that you, with my help, can have them eating out of your
hand and even have them kissing your feet. They will even dream of being
enslaved to you."

"You mean to tell me that having the backing of the Emir along with being
his granddaughter's husband and providing him with a male heir will not be
enough?"

"Come on, Yussef, you are smarter than that, my love. While the Emir is
alive and well, he may be able to protect you. But what happens when he is
dead and with Allah? Who will be able to vouch for you then? Who will be
your proof of the right to rule this people then? His granddaughter? Don't
make me laugh! You have only to look at recent history to see the truth of
what I am saying. We all saw what happened when King Hussein of Jordan
wanted the beloved son of his American wife to rule after him. There was a
palace revolution and his eldest son was crowned instead even though he was
not really fit. He was crowned because he was of pure Arab-Moslem
blood. No, it is not permitted. No Arab would put their trust in a woman!
We trust only men." Allie admitted. "We don't even trust our own
mothers. No, only a man, they know and one they fear and respect, will
satisfy them and keep them in line. Like I said, once The Emir is gone, you
will need all the help you can get to rule these people. Without me, you
and your family will be alone. Without friends or contacts. A lone American
Pig acting as our leader? The vultures would ripe you apart and eat you
alive, as well as your wife and children."

"If I were to agree to this, how would it work?" Joseph said realizing that
what Allie said had more then a grain of truth. "Besides the logistics of
it, there are the Worthingtons to consider."

"Wonderful! You are beginning to use that beautiful head of yours." Allie
smiled as he thought that he had finally convinced Joseph. "Now, here is my
plan. We go back to the way it was before. You and I are lovers just like
we were before the Emir entered the picture. Many of these people knew of
your relationships with both Fazzi and myself long before your meeting with
the Emir and it did not matter to them then and it will not matter to them
now. We can make love whenever you want. They know that you only gave me up
because of what the Emir told you. I had a long talk with His Eminence and
he will no longer object or do anything to stop us. He doesn't like it but
he has pledged to me that he will not interfere. He won't object even after
you take his Granddaughter for a wife. You will have to do your duty and
have many children with her. In fact, if she does not please you, we can
arrange to have your seed implanted in her by means other than natural and
also that way insure that the children are male."

"I have already met her and I know I will welcome her into my bed." Joseph
said. "She is a beauty and I doubt I will have difficulty making love to
her."

"That will make it easier. Perhaps in time when the Emir sees that the
arrangement is working out well, he might even come to accept it as a
normal thing. As long as you treat her reasonably well, you may even keep a
harem with both men and women. Such arrangements are not unusual in our
world. It is done here all the time and is commonplace in the best of
households and families. Once you are married you and I will still be
allowed to continue our love affair. His granddaughter will have nothing to
say about it. As I have told you and you have seen, you as a Moslem rule
your wife not she you! Do you understand?"

 "Yes I understand that here in the Middle East it is possible, but in the
United States it will never work. You and I cannot live together there
now. Before I made this trip Rich moved into my place in Paterson. His
parents sort of insisted that we move in together. So that rules out our
living or even meeting together there."

"Well that does complicate things a bit. However, there is no need for us
to use Fazzi's house. I still have my apartment in New York City. We will
be working together at the 'Fund' all day in the city. After work, while
Rich is in the theater we could go there and make love. We could make it
work. We could meet whenever we wanted. If not every night, then we could
do it two or three times a week. Heck, you could even pick up Rich after he
is done at the theater and the two of you could go home to Paterson
together. In any event, I hope you are aware that, that part of your life
will have to end in about one or two years when you become the son-in-law
of the Emir. You do realize that once you marry His Eminence's
Granddaughter, you are going to have to get rid of the actor and his family
anyway. I, and the Emir will insist that you drop him. They will be of no
further use to you or us. By that time you may even have to give up your
citizenship. Just remember, putting everything else aside, I really am in
love with you. I want you, and for now I don't care if I have to share you
with him, but only until we no longer need him and his father. By that
time, you will have control of the company."

"This is crazy. It will never work." Joseph said, "He will never relinquish
control."

"Yes, he will, the Emirate will see to it that he is retired. Anyway, we
will never know unless we try it. Will you try it?" Allie asked as he
kissed Joseph again and pulled Joseph's body against himself. Allie feeling
Joseph's arousal pressing into him moaned, "MMMmmm. I feel part of you is
warming up to the idea. It appears that he missed me almost as much as I
missed you."

"Damn that penis of mine! He can't help it! You know he's such a slut!"
Joseph laughed. He leaned in and kissed Allie opening his mouth to Allie's
tongue and taking it into his mouth. First he sucked on it then he pushed
it out and followed it into Allie's hot wet mouth with his own tongue. The
two of them continued this game of tongue hockey for some minutes as Allie
enclosed Joseph in his arms and pulled him even closer to his hard
body. Allie maneuvered his penis between Joseph's legs where Joseph
imprisoned the huge appendage as if it was caught in a vise. "MMMM.. It
feels so good to feel my legs embrace your manhood again. You were right, I
have missed it and I can't hide the fact that you have made both my penis
and me sluts?"

"Yes, I have known that from the start. And I have missed my slut and you
now know that there is no reason for us to deign ourselves our pleasures
any longer. I long to feel your hot rod in my body again."

"I cannot do that, my love. Not now anyway." Joseph said. "You know I will
not enter you without a......"

"A condom? I knew that, Yussef. And rather than give you a reason to back
out... I had a packet placed in the nightstand... Just in case." Allie
laughed. "Take a look. I even purchased you favorite brand."

After taking a look he smiled and lay them on top and said, "you are a
devious son of a bitch."

"I know I am. In my line of work I have to be. Enough talk! Make love to me
my slut, my King, my Kong."

"Yes! Oh yeahhhhh!" Groamed Joseph as he now enfolded Allie in his arms and
rolled on top of him, kissing and licking his lips, his eyes, his nose, his
chin, his neck and then running his tongue from the hollow of his neck up
to his chin and along the jaw line to his ear. Then first sucking on the
ear lobe he switched to nibbling on the tender meat. Next he moved his hot
demanding mouth back down to the panting Arab's heaving chest. There he
licked and sucked on his nipples, his teeth teasing and biting them hard,
causing Allie to whimper and to place his hands on the head of the blond
human animal that was taking possession of his soul as well as his
body. Down, down, the ravenous beast proceeded being guided by the fingers
tangled in his flaxen hair. Down, down the strong body to the hard-defined
abdominal muscles. There his darting tongue tip journeyed over the
mountains and into the creases until it reached the navel. Covering the
hole with his lips he alternated between sucking on the hole and plowing
his tongue tip in and out of the buttonhole. Joseph's face was now working
its way even farther down. Allie's hard leaking ten inch cock at first
rubbing on his neck and chin, then along his jaw line until it was touching
his ear as he kissed, licked and almost devoured the cum filled balls set
before him as if on a golden plate for his taste buds to savor. His hot
mouth and tongue moved on to that sensitive area between the balls and the
Arab's love valley where his tongue tip reacquainted itself with the smell
and taste of "the forbidden fruit'. Joseph reached up and grabbed a pillow
and pushed it under Allie's ass lifting it up, exposing his 'rear door' for
nibbling and licking. Images of a "Thousand and One Sexual Fantasies"
floated through the Levantine mind of the man as his fingers began pulling
and scratching at the bedding beneath him.

"Yes, Yussef! Oh yes, I knew you could not resist me for long. You see now
that we were meant to be together forever and that neither of us could give
up the other. Slaves we are to each other's desires and bodies. You are not
the only slut here. We are both sluts. Take me now, please," he begged. "I
am begging you to take me as someday I know you will beg me to take
you. And on that day, I WILL take you. Now I am your love-slave, but
someday we will be the love-slaves of each other. And when that day
comes--- you and I will rule the Emirate together. A joint kingdom, without
shame or guilt."

And Yussef reached for the package of condoms, placed one on his uncut cock
and took him...

Allie groaned with pleasure as Joseph sank into him, quickly pressing down
until his balls rested on the olive colored bubble cheeks. Joseph's white
fingers gripped and clawed into the taunt flesh of the Arabs hips as he
began to fuck him with a slow, steady rhythm, grunting with each deep
thrust he made. Allie's ass while not tight was never the less very warm
and welcoming to the blonde's cock. As Joseph screwed him Allie muttered,
over and over, "Oh yes habbi, Isallah, fuck me deeper and deeper." With one
hand Joseph reached down and encased the Arab's 10" manhood while he used
his other hand to pull the body hard up against himself. Both the speed and
power of their thrusts increased as they came closer and closer to
climax. Then it happened. The explosion. Like a hundred guns going off at
one time. They came together. Allie shot out a warm, sticky fluid flood
between their bodies and the two of them collapsed, exhausted but now
drained of emotion and love fluids.

To be continued...