"Come, 'habibi', let us get more comfortable. You must be feeling so confined in that uniform. It clings to your hot body like the skin of a ripe fruit. I am going to remove it, one layer at a time, to uncover the sweet fruit hidden beneath. Then I will suck on your balls that are like two sweet, ripe figs --- waiting to fill my hot, wet mouth.
Rising to his feet, he lifted the unsteady soldier and half carried him into the bedroom. Placing him on the bed, the impassioned Arab removed the shoes and socks of his young lover. He paid particular attention to the feet and toes, bathing each with his saliva and sucking on the toes. Then he quickly moved on to the soldier's upper body, removing his tie and shirt. He delighted in exposing the muscular chest and broad shoulders of the warrior. With each bit of clothing he removed, Fazzi's fingers caressed the exposed light skin. His lips, tongue and fingers tasted and savored every inch of newly uncovered treasure. The pants and underpants were last to go, exposing the entire young body to his leering eyes and his hot demanding mouth.
Joseph lay there looking like some ancient Greek god. Well maybe not a god, but, rather like an offering to the gods. That was just as Fazzi viewed it. As he gazed upon the prize that lay spread out before him, it reminded him of a human sacrifice bound upon the alter of lust. God, I am really in love with him, he thought. The Arab started to undress himself quickly, throwing his clothes into the corner of the room and then sat down alongside Joseph. His fingers reached out for the dog tags and the gold chain that hung around Joseph's neck. He lifted them to the light to read. Stamped into the metal they read: 'Benson, Joseph' on the first line. His serial number was on the next line. The last line had his blood type (A) in one corner and then a (P) in the other corner. "P" stands for Protestant. Thank God for that, the Arab thought. There had always been this gnawing feeling deep in Fazzi's mind that, something was not right about Joseph. He was too perfect. His knowledge of the language and customs of the Arab people, were unusual for an American. Americans were not usually that interested in anything foreign. There were two things that had frightened him about this 'outsider' but now they may have been cleared up. One, was the thought that the beautiful young body spread out before him might be an agent from one of the Moslem fundamentalist nations, sent to spy on him. The second, and worse yet, was the possibility that he might be from the dreaded Mossad, the Israeli counter-intelligence agency, which struck fear into the hearts of his fellow Arabs. Tonight he was sure that neither of these was probable. Joseph was uncircumcised; therefore, the chance of his being a Moslem or even a Jew was remote. The gold chain was another mystery that might also be cleared up in time. There was not even a locket. Maybe there had been one. Perhaps from an old lover? It was interesting perhaps strange, but not really important right now. He lay down beside Joseph and enfolded him in his arms.
"Come, 'habibi', the time has come, let us make love," he said, as he again ran his hands over the light skinned body beside him, kissing and sucking on the ear and burying his open mouth on the throat of the panting soldier. Then, rolling on top of him, he pressed his body against Joseph---as he continued to kiss, nibble and lick him. As he felt Joseph's hardening seven inch cock rubbing against his own pulsating manhood, he moaned, "You are mine now lover! Mine all mine. I could be happy doing this to you from now on. Just having your sweet body here under me has me on fire..." Unable to control himself any longer, he exploded, his cum shooting out and covering Joseph's legs. "No! No, Oh shit, you got me so hot I blew my load. I acted just like a schoolboy. Can you forgive me, 'habibi'?"
"Fazzi, it's ok...really it's ok. I understand. It happens to the best of us." Joseph said.
"But you, what of you? I have left you so hard. It must hurt you. Perhaps if I..."
"No! It's ok, don't worry about it, I'll be fine. If you are happy with what we did tonight, I think we should stop here. I would like to keep myself 'pure' for Kassie. Do you understand that?"
"But you are surely not a virgin, are you?"
"No I'm not, but now that I have found Kassie, I would like to try to keep myself for her. I hope you understand and agree to this."
"As long as you and I can have these sessions, I will not press you anymore. I am content to lay beside you and do what we did tonight," he said dejectedly, "content, but hopeful that you will in due time want more."
"Perhaps in time I shall want more---who can tell?" Joseph said, and hugged the whimpering Arab to his naked body, kissed him and ran his fingers through the cum that covered Fazzi's cock and balls. He lifted his fingers to Fazzi's lips and made him lick it and then he kissed his lips. Breaking the kiss Joseph said, "There, now we have both tasted each other's seed. Part of you is now part of me and part of me is now part of you. Our 'arrangement' is consummated. It's getting late and we both better get to sleep now. Your wife will worry where you are so late, and I must get up and get to school in six hours."
"You are not angry with me for my inability to control myself, are you?"
Laughing Joseph said, "Not at all. It proved to me that you really liked me. I was worried that I would not arouse you. I was afraid that you might not like me or even find me attractive enough to be able to get a...."
"Not like you? Fazzi said, raising his voice. "I love you! I love you so much so that I am jealous of my own daughter. I want you for myself alone, and not in some back alley, but in the open. I want to shout it to the world. It is silly, but I keep picturing you and me, hand in hand, running naked through the woods together. I have had a hot cock for you since I spotted you in the Mosque. I would give up everything for you, 'habibi'. But, since that was not possible and I had to get you close to me, I therefore decided to use my daughter to cover up my lust for you. You are so young that you cannot realize what finding 'the love of your life' means to a man of my age. Love, for me, has become plain, boring and a matter of enduring a lackluster session in bed now and then. Here tonight, even without any real sex, I feel like I have had better sex and more satisfaction than I have had in my entire life. Enjoy the car, and the many gifts I will give you in the future, 'habibi'; it gives me much pleasure to make you happy," he said as he got dressed, blew Joseph one more kiss and left the apartment.
Joseph lay in his bed for 10 minutes, afraid to get up. He thought he was going to throw up. It was a combination of the cognac and his disgust at what he had just done. He finally got out of bed, checked the door, set the alarm clock and then made his safety call to Barns. He left a message that he would call him at lunchtime.
The next morning he drove back to base. Man this is the life. The top was down on the car and the wind blew through his close-cropped hair as the car made the drive seem to fly by. He was in such a good mood, that he toyed with the idea of driving into New York City and meeting Rich for lunch. Yeah, life was good, even if it was getting complicated. He felt that he would soon need a secretary to keep a date book for him. Let's see---Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and possibly Thursday---Kassie and Fazzi. The rest of the week was reserved for Richard. Well, maybe now and then he would take a day off for himself. Oh! Talk about burning the candle at both ends! How long could he keep this up? He felt like a high-priced prostitute with the government acting as his pimp. You couldn't ask for any better than this. He pulled into the parking lot by the visitors' area and went in to arrange for a temporary car pass. After a bit of a hassle, he was issued one, and he drove to his school parking lot. The guys all gathered around and looked over the car and asked about it. He told them that his girlfriend's father had let him use it, and after a few snide comments, they more or less accepted his explanation. Later, in private, Ibrahim said, "Well it looks as if I was wrong. You have done well for yourself. When is the wedding? Is she as beautiful as I think she is?"
"Not for a while yet. Man, take it easy. We have only just started to get to know each other. Last night was our first date. We went out to eat and to the movies. It was nice, and we even did a bit of necking in the car. Low level stuff---nothing heavy," he said, as they went to class.
