I hope you enjoy the story! Of course all characters are fictional and are over 18 years of age even though they are not real.
Mission One.
It was dark as I walked up to Achmed's door. I reached out to knock.... hesitated... got my courage up... and rapped on the door with his "special" knock. A few moments later, he cracked the door open and upon recognizing me, opened it fully. He was wearing a long white terrycloth bathrobe belted in the middle. "Yes Samuel, how may I be of service to you this evening?" he asked in his thick Mideastern accent.
I again, took a moment to gain fortitude. "Achmed, I....... actually, did like what I saw before."
There, I had said it. I had finally got out what I had really been wanting to say to him for some time. I now stood mortified, on this dry rotted porch, in the dark, waiting for several moments for his response. I began to think that, most likely, I would be invited in, offered a drink, and made to feel comfortable. Then, when I had my back to him, he would quietly step up behind me, and slice my throat.
Achmed's expression did not change. His dark brown eyes had the same look they always did. The look of wisdom; the look of knowing. There was a long moment of silence. Then, "Come in Samuel, we shall talk of it." He stepped aside to invite me into his house. As I walked past and into his living room he said "Would you like a glass of water Samuel?"
"Uh, no Achmed. I'll be fine. Thank you." Fuck, this is not looking good, I thought. I should not have come here this evening. I should have just forgotten about what I saw that day.
"Well, I will get one for myself then, and return momentarily. Please have a seat and relax Samuel." He left me alone and walked into the kitchen. Soon I could hear glasses clinking and water running. I decided not to sit in my usual chair as I would then have my back toward the terrorist upon his return. Besides, I needed to be on my feet to protect myself, in case he returned with murderous intent.
The room was darkly lit. One light bulb in an old lamp without any lamp shade stood on an end table next to his tattered couch, where he normally sat. There was a copy of today's newspaper lying on the table, directly under the lamp. I was thinking that I should walk over, pick up the paper and pretend to be checking it out when he returned, but instead I just stood there awkwardly, waiting his return.
My mind flashed back to the event that precipitated my visit this evening. A couple of months ago, several men were here, at this very house, listening to some of Achmed's teachings. Afterwards, Achmed invited all of us to cleanse ourselves in the steam room at a local gym. We walked the two blocks together, doing what men do, joking around and laughing. When we arrived Achmed spoke to the proprietor at the desk. We all went to the locker room, undressed, and donned white bath towels over our groins. When I entered the steam room, most of our group was there already. I decided to sit directly across from Achmed as all spots next to him were already taken.
The warm steam enveloped my body as Achmed spoke. He spoke of obedience and sacrifice for some time. I began to look around the room, my eyes wandering. I noticed that Achmed's legs were spread somewhat and that I could see his penis. It looked large. I immediately looked away with more than some embarrassment. No one had actually noticed my wandering eyes as most were either looking down at the floor or at the cold blooded terrorist themselves. I tried to focus on my mission, but my attention kept coming back to Achmed's huge cock. I sneaked another look at him. His penis hung down six or more inches, even when completely flaccid. I was amazed.
"Do you like what you see, Samuel?" Achmed asked.
I laughed uncomfortably, "Uh, sorry Achmed. No.... I..... was..... just noticing how your towel was so much shorter around your waist than the others'." Whew! I had better watch myself, I thought. It seemed to satisfy him, but some of the other's still laughed.
For weeks afterward, I would think about that little event with disgust at myself for almost laying waste to my mission. One I'd been working on for over 16 months. I knew I needed to keep my composure, else my cover could be shattered endangering my life and forcing the terrorist cell back underground.
However, at night when I was alone in my apartment, my mind would flash back to the thought of Achmed's huge cock in the towel that day. Probably the largest I had ever seen personally. Even though I had always considered myself to be heterosexual, the image of that long, dark, beast was burned into my mind. The mere thought of it would get me erect.
Suddenly I flashed back to the present as Achmed returned with a smile, holding one glass of water in each hand. "I have brought you one anyway Samuel, in case you should change your mind." He set one of the glasses on the table, kept one, and sat on the couch facing me. "Please; Please sit and relax Samuel. We must speak of what you have told me." I sat in the chair and uncomfortably looked at the floor in front of me. We sat in silence for some time. He sat looking directly at me as I was trying desperately to avoid direct eye contact. He tilted his head slightly, "As you know Samuel, Allah does not condone one man lusting after another."
"Yes, Achmed I am sorry. I have lost my way. I ask for your forgiveness as I will ask Allah's for his."
"Samuel..... It is okay. No need to ask forgiveness of me. You are still a young man. One full of dreams, passion and desire. I have pushed you much lately. Trying to teach you all that I know. Trying to give you the strength to follow your destiny. Allah desires much from you. The ultimate sacrifice. This is an extremely difficult proposal for someone so young. I can see the pressures of this have overwhelmed."
"Thank you Achmed. Sometimes the desire is very strong, stronger than I can handle."
"I understand. There was a time in my youth when I too, had such desire. As you know, I did not grow up as a Muslim. Allah found me when I was in my twenties. Before that, I bedded many lovers Samuel, both women and men. I am still a man. I still have desires. At times, it can be difficult for me as well."
We sat in silence for a while again. I began to feel as though I might not be beheaded tonight. I started to relax a little. After a bit, I got up and took the glass of water from the table. I sat again and drank deeply, finishing the glass. My mind began to drift and the next thing I knew, I startled awake and bolted upright in my chair. I looked around and saw Achmed sitting directly across from me reading the newspaper. He held the paper up in front of his face as he read. I then noticed that his bathrobe had parted and his penis was exposed to me. His pubic hair was much like his long beard in that it was jet black, thick, and very curly. It covered his entire pubic region. His penis stretched down, the head resting on the couch. Damn that thing looked long. He continued to read the paper, occasionally flipping the page. I could not pull my eyes away from the sight. I began to imagine things. Things that made my own penis harden.
