This is a work of fiction, and as such 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.
Again I want to thank Chris for his help with editing. And again any errors are mine and mine alone.
The end of Chapter 34
Unable to move for a while they lay like that each sucking the other 'til they both went soft. Sometime during the night they turned around, snuggled up into a spooned position and drifted off to sleep. The last thing Joseph remembered was the feeling of being enfolded in Allie's strong arms-Arms that were pulling Joseph even closer, making their bodies one.
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The first rays of sun came up streaking the morning darkness with golden light. As it spilled into the room it exposed two nude bodies spooned together in a lover's embrace. Joseph's eyes fluttered as the light brought him back to consciousness. For a split second he thought it was Richard's body that was pressing against him and that it was the actor's cock that he had pressed between his legs. Then, just as in a Hollywood movie, he had one of those flashbacks. His brain remembered the argument and fight he had with Richard yesterday. No, that humongous cock that he was feeling between his legs was not the actor's. As big as Richard is, the warmth and the tingling sensations he now felt were due to 10.5 inches of rock hard Arab cock. It belonged to Allie and as it rubbed along his perineum it was radiating a hell of a lot of heat. Against his will, the soldier felt his own muscular body responding.
What could he do? He was imprisoned by the steel grip of a big hairy bear in human form that was hugging him closer and closer. And now he could feel the paw-like hands with their strong grasping fingers grabbing his hips and maneuvering them into positions that enabled the Arab to not only control his own movements but those of Joseph as well. The rough stubble of the Arab's day old beard was softened somewhat by the movement of his passionate lips and wet tongue as they worked their way along Joseph's broad shoulders kissing and licking. Back and forth they traversed, seeking and then finding the large artery that pumps life giving blood to the brain. By placing the tip of his tongue on that pulse he could feel the blood pounding close to the surface of the soft white skin. He followed the artery up the neck to Joseph's ear. At first he just sucked the lobe into his mouth and ran his tongue under, around and into the ear. When he started to nibble at the soft flesh, Joseph became lost in sexual overdrive. Gasping and moaning, he reached down between his legs and pressed the hard warm rod imprisoned there up against his balls. Allie unable to control himself any longer buried his open mouth into the nape of Joseph's neck. Growling, his teeth nibbled on the soft flesh and almost broke the skin. He then sucked at the pretend wound. Oh how he loved the soldier's taste, a taste like none other he had ever experienced before. It was so sweet and so young and sooooo blond.
Over the years Allie had 'taken' hundreds of paramours, but never-not even once, had he ever envisioned living the rest of his life with any one of them. To do such a thing was not within his culture nor was it the preferred way of his people. Young men were encouraged to experiment with both sexes, however when the time came to establish a lifetime arrangement, most bachelors had their families arrange a suitable marriage with the virgin daughter of a wealthy man of influence in order to produce an heir. The wife (or wives, they were permitted more then one) was to maintain a home and provide male children. Once this was accomplished the man, if he wanted to, was free to find sexual gratification with other women, men or perhaps even both. Allie had had neither the time nor the family that could arrange such an alliance. In the beginning while serving as Fazzi's chief assistant in Lebanon, he had all the women he ever needed. It was soon after Fazzi took him under his wing that he introduced him to same sex relations. Soon after this he found he no longer desired or had the will to get married. He had lost his taste for women. Like his boss and mentor he had developed a strong preference for men---and not just any men but a taste for much younger men.
As he lay beside the body of this erotic white Christian he realized that of all his past lovers this one was different. This younger creature had enchanted and captivated him. I am and always have been a dominant male; he thought, I am supposed to be the Master and him the slave. Yet here it is me who is quickly becoming enslaved. In a flash he realized that like his old mentor Fazzi, he too, had fallen so madly in love with this uncircumcised infidel that he was willing to give up everything. Now it is I, he mussed, that is captivated. Now, I am the one that is throwing everything to the wind just to be able to make love to him. I want to possess Yussef, but more than that, I want to be possessed by this blond bundle of sex. My God, who am I kidding, I am possessed. I want to love him! I want to hate him! I want to fuck him to death. Damn I don't know what I want.... I want him to do all kinds of things to me... I want to do all kinds of things to him.... I want to sink my teeth into that neck and suck his hot blood out of him.
"MMMMMMMmmmm, I see you are no longer King Kong. Now I no longer have that black hairy ape standing over me beating his chest and grunting at his conquest. Just when I was getting to like the beast, shit, now you have turned into Dracula." Joseph moaned as the muscles of his thighs clamped down on the hard meat and kept it imprisoned between his legs.
His hot Arab blood getting the better of him, he became excited and started to run his cock back and forth. He moved the dripping head slowly from Joseph's balls to his ass, along the valley and over his rosebud. The cock head, like a paintbrush, painted a trail of precum in its wake. Grabbing his cock with one hand he guided the wet cock head to the warm orifice. Once over the pulsating target he moved the circumcised shaft in small circles teasing the puckered love hole. All at once he could feel Joseph's body beginning to resist.
Seconds before he had thought that maybe this was the time. Maybe now the soldier was ready to give him his virginity. Now it appeared as if a wall had been erected-a stone defense barrier and nothing short of dynamite, rape or drugging the young sexpot could breach that wall. Was Yussef playing the cock teaser or was this wall just the normal fear of a young man? It made no difference, which it was. Soon that wall would crumble and I will take him. I can wait until this slave begs for it. And when he does, it will be me that has at last beaten that old bastard Fazzi. It will have been I and not he that will be the one who battered down his ex-lover's gate and entered his Garden of Paradise. It will be I that will have taken and shredded his lover's virgin cherry.
"Yes! My slave." He snarled baring his teeth in a very poor imitation of Bela Lugosi's Dracula and then continued in what was a really horrible Hungarian accent, "I am going to sink my fangs into that sexy throat of yours and suck out your hot blood. First I will drain you almost dry. To the point when you are at death's doorway. Then I shall absorb your life's essence, mix it with mine and then transfuse our co-mingled living fluids back into you. Yes my slave, we will become one soul, a soul that lives forever. Yes, you and I bound up together as the undead shall make love for all eternity, until the end of time and beyond. But until then, my love, you need not resist me. I do not want to take you from the rear like a dog. No! Not like a dog or some lower form of life, no not like that, but like a true lover. When I do take you it will be with me on my back and you straddling my body. You will be facing me as you lower yourself onto my manhood. That way I will be able to enjoy the look of ecstasy in those blue eyes of yours as my 'snake' bores into you. I want to savor the feeling and the passion I see there in that blue sea, as inch-by-inch of my shaft penetrates that beautiful white ass of yours. I want to not only hear your anguished screams but also see that pain turn to pleasure as I take your cherry and ravish your virgin hole. Then and only then will the two of us be forever united!"
"Hey lover, as much as I might adore helping you to live out your wild fantasies, it is time for us to get up. It's Sunday and my housekeeper will be here soon and I don't think I could explain your sexy body in my bed let alone these love bites on my bruised neck to her."
"Yussef, my love, it is time that you grow up and get yourself used to being what Fazzi's death has made of you." Allie moaned as Joseph forcefully tried to pull himself from his embrace.
"What are you talking about?" Joseph questioned him. "I'm the same person I have always been."
"No you are not what you were, at least not in the sight of the Arab community. Not in this town and not even in the Arab world. As his son and only living family member, Fazzi's death has propelled you into 'our world', the world of Islam." He said emphasizing the words 'our world'. "And in that world, you are expected to act in certain prescribed ways. Given Fazzi's former status as well his known feelings for you, it is as if he has anointed you as the savior of our people. Being as rich as you are, you no longer have to answer to anyone but yourself. Being the son and heir of such a man as your father was, has elevated your standing in the world of Islam."
"But I was only an adopted son, not one born out of his loins. I never even converted to Islam."
"That makes no difference." He tried to explain. "In fact our history is filled with the leaders of our people passing on their heritage through adopted sons rather than those of our flesh. In our tradition, as the favored one of your father, as his son and heir you would be a sheik or a king. And as such you don't have to explain your life, your actions or anything to anyone least of all, to your servants or your housekeeper. They work for you, not you for them. Besides, I'm sure if she worked for Fazzi all these years there is little she has not seen. Fazzi was known to have many lovers, both men and women. For all we know he might have even been fucking her. This is not unusual for the ruling class of any people, if not more so with us. Fazzi must have trained her to keep her mouth shut."
