"You were fantastic. I could not have done better myself," Fazzi said, hugging him and pressing his body against Joseph. "I can feel the heat and passion of your body and tonight we have the house to ourselves. I missed you and want to show you how much I love and appreciate you. I want you to stay here tonight. Sleep with me, in my house and in my bed. Come my son, my love. I will show you how much I missed you. Tonight we have plenty of time and we do not have to rush anything." Taking him by the hand, he guided him up the stairs to the master bedroom.
"Fazzi, I really feel weird about this," Joseph said. "It is just wrong to do this…not in the same bed you share with your wife…not in the same house where your daughter, my future wife, sleeps!"
"Yussef, darling, that is what makes it so exciting," the aroused, drooling, sex-crazed Arab whispered. "Yes, in that very bed that has never had the pleasure of passionate, senseless, carefree sex, yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh Yesssss!" He began to almost rip the clothes off Joseph, kissing him and running his fingers over the newly exposed flesh. As the shirt and undershirt were removed from the young soldier's strong chest, the older man went into a feeding frenzy, nibbling and sucking on the young, well-defined chest. His fingers pulled at the belt buckle, opening it and undoing the pants, letting them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, Joseph stood before him, clad only in his shoes, socks and undershorts. Frantically pulling the young, nearly nude body before him to himself, Fazzi continued his oral stimulations. His lips kissing and his tongue licking, he slobbered his way down the taut body, till he reached the navel. He used the tip of his tongue to explore the depths of the belly button, causing shock waves of passion to radiate out to soldier's covered penis. The throbbing cock caused the shorts to create a large tent. Seeing the jerking motion of the now hard cock, the delighted, horny Arab moved his open mouth and buried it over the cotton-covered mound.
Joseph's knees were shaking. In a vain attempt to prevent his falling down, he moved backward until he could feel the bed against his legs. He placed his hands on the head of the man kneeling before him, and ran his fingers through the dark hair of the Arab, in an attempt to steady his own staggering body. The overheated soldier rubbed his cloth-covered package over the face and gasping mouth of Fazzi. Encouraged by this action, Fazzi reached up and inserted his fingers into the waistband of the underpants and slowly began to lower them. He stopped as the head of the uncut penis peeked over the waistband. Joseph shuddered as he felt the older man's lips touch and kiss his foreskin. The excited Arab's teeth began to gently nibble at what was a rare feast for the mid-easterner. His hot, wet tongue-tip flitted in and out licking the foreskin. Then, like a snake, it slithered under the foreskin and around the sensitive gland licking out the pre-cum that had collected there. At this point, what little resistance Joseph might have had just melted down before this sexual onslaught. His legs buckled as the hot, wet, drooling mouth of this man moved up and down his still almost completely covered cock. Fazzi kissed and licked over the still partly cotton-covered crotch. The cotton soon became soaked with saliva until it was transparent, exposing the soldier's hidden treasure. The hot Arab's probing tongue traced the outline of Joseph's manhood. Joseph retreated slowly, until he felt the bed pressing against the rear of his legs. Unable and, by this point, unwilling to escape, he realized that he had lost control of the situation. Fazzi tenderly pushed, prodded and gently assisted his now completely subservient younger lover to lie down–his back on the bed, his feet still touching the floor. Fazzi rose up and once again looked down at the nearly naked young body before him. Joseph started to rise up on the big bed.
"No my love. Do not move. Stay as you are. You are so beautiful laying like that–pure, innocent, vulnerable–looking like you are a gift from Allah that I have unwrapped and am about to devour."
Quickly stripping off his clothes, the olive-skinned Arab knelt between the outstretched legs of the prostrate body before him and removed its shoes and socks. Using his teeth to grip the waistband of the underpants, he gently pulled them down–slowly uncovering the hard seven-inch treasure. Completely exposed, Joseph lay before him nude and vulnerable. Losing no time, Fazzi's hot, wet mouth quickly moved up and down his legs, as his fingers enclosed the seven-inch steel pole. No longer a helpless victim, the young man was moaning and gasping for breath. His youthful hormones kicked in–making him as sex-crazed as if he had sniffed a half-dozen 'Poppers'. Spreading his legs wide, he pulled the Arab's head to his crotch and wrapped his legs around the head, rubbing his private parts into the face of his new lover. Fazzi's eager lips kissed and sucked the private treasure before him. Unable to resist the musky odor, Fazzi's nose moved up and down that sensitive area between his balls and ass slot, and his tongue-tip explored and circled the rosebud. Fazzi spread and removed the legs encasing his head and planted kisses up the young body till his lips found Joseph's nipples. Licking, sucking and nibbling on first the right and then the left nipple, he then reluctantly moved on to the near-frantic soldier's neck, throat and chin, and then to his ear. "This time my love, I will make sure that you do not leave with the 'blue balls'," he whispered into his ear. Then the fingers of his left hand circled Joseph's neck holding his face so that their mouths were welded together in a deep kiss. The Arab's long tongue probed every corner of Joseph's hot mouth. Then with his right hand he encircled Joseph's throbbing cock. He began moving his hand slowly up and down the shaft as his thumb swiped across the sensitive cock-head. His hand expertly continued to work the soldier's cock as he face-fucked him with his long tongue. Moving his mouth away for a few seconds, the older man looked down upon the face of the moaning serviceman and said, "Yussef, 'habibi', you are mine now, yes mine. Mine forever. Kassie may borrow your body from time to time, but from now on you are all mine: your body–your heart–your mind–your soul. Mine all mine. You belong to me!"
And in response, Fazzi could feel Joseph's fingers encase his own manhood and slowly begin to rub up and down. Together, their fingers enclosing each other's cocks, they pumped faster and faster till both exploded in orgasmic eruptions.
Fazzi, too exhausted to say anything, just lay there with a smile on his face. Joseph got up and went into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the water, kneeled before the toilet bowl and puked his guts out. He then took a quick shower, dried off, found some mouthwash in the cabinet and used it to clean the rotten taste out of his mouth and returned to the bedroom with a wet towel in his hand. The Arab lay on his back, tears in his eyes. Joseph, using the wet towel, cleaned the cum from the older man and was about to get dressed and leave when he heard Fazzi, still sobbing say, "Yussef, I heard you in there. Was it so disgusting that you had to vomit? Do I really sicken you that much? Is my body so repulsive to you?"
"Fazzi no! No! Don't ever think that," Joseph said. "You are still a very handsome man. Your body has not lost its military fitness or hardness. You are still strong and sexually attractive. And therein lies the 'rub'."
"What does this 'rub' mean?" asked the sobbing older man.
"The 'rub' means 'the problem'," said the soldier, reaching out and offering Fazzi a clean corner of the towel to dry his eyes. "Look, 'habibi', the truth is that I find myself falling for you—but I do not feel free to let myself admit it. I touched your cock and it felt wonderful. I wanted more but I could not do more. I could never do more and you deserve more, much more, and I can't give it to you. Not now. Not ever. Never could I give it to you. The conflict, between what I want and what I feel free to give, is what's making me sick and upsetting my stomach. It's what's driving me away from you."
"Please, sit here with me. Do not leave me alone tonight. Stay with me through the night," Fazzi pleaded, patting the space beside him on the bed. "I swear that I will not ever go farther than we did tonight. Not even if you want and demand it. Please, stay tonight. Warm this bed that has been cold all these years. You can get up early and return to base in the morning. Tonight, let me pretend that we are bound together like we should be. I need your body next to mine throughout the night."
Joseph lay down beside him and Fazzi covered their naked bodies with a blanket. "Should I set the clock for 6 A.M.?" he asked.
"Make it 5:30. I have to pick up my laundry."
He set the alarm, put out the light and then snuggled up to the young body beside him and whispered into his ear, "It will be all right my love. In time you will accept me; somehow we will make it work. It is 'eshalla', the will of Allah." He leaned over and kissed him on the lips and then held him in his arms and fell asleep.
To be continued…
