"The Three Day Pass" Chapter 12
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The white BMW passed over the Washington Bridge
and headed toward Paterson. About 15 minutes from
Fazzi's place, Joseph pulled off the road and called him
to let him know he was coming. From the excitement in
Fazzi's voice, the soldier could tell that Kassie must
have informed him that he might be stopping to pick up
his laundry.
"Yes Yussef, we have been waiting to hear what news
you have for us," he said.
"We? Who is we?" asked the surprised Joseph.
"My friends, the investors, that I told you about," Fazzi
said. "It would be nice if you could come and meet
them. I'm sure they would like to meet you."
"I most certainly would like to meet them. As a matter of
fact, I was calling to ask if I could meet with you tonight,"
Joseph said. "I just left the Worthington's house and I
have great news for you. I was looking forward to telling
you what happened, and as long as I had to make a
stop at your place I thought I would tell you in person
rather then on the phone."
In a very low voice Fazzi asked, "You have to make a
stop here or do you want to make a stop? You do know
that Kassie and Mary are away until tomorrow evening!"
"Yes I know that. I do have laundry to pick up and, well, it
is getting late and the base is a few hours away,"
Joseph stammered into the cell. "I just thought you
would want my report and that I could catch a few hours
of sleep before I had to return to class."
"You are most welcome to come here. Come right up to
the main house. You can meet with my friends and
make a short report to them. I'm sure they will be
pleased to meet and hear from you," the Arab said. "I
have been bragging about my future son-in-law to them
for weeks. Hurry, because the meeting is almost over.
After they leave you can give me a more detailed report
of your weekend."
"Yes, I should be there in a few minutes. Hold them
there, as what I have to tell them will make it worth their
while to wait," Joseph said. And in his most seductive
voice whispered, "'Habibi', it will be good to see you
again. I have missed you."
"We will be waiting," Fazzi smiled, and put down the
phone and returned to the meeting.
"Gentlemen we have a treat coming," he told the six
men assembled in his library. "My future son-in-law, he
wants to talk to us about investing some of our money
with one of the best firms on Wall Street. I reported to
you last week about him and his connection with
Richard Worthington. Well, it looks like he might have
some news for us."
"We thought you were kidding us," one of the men said.
"Is this the one you gave the car to? The car that I had to
get ready in three hours?"
"Yes, and now I think that gift is about to pay off very
well!"
Joseph parked the BMW in the rear of a long line of
parked cars in front of Fazzi's home. He took a folder
from the rear seat of the car. It contained promotional
brochures with information on some of the stocks
Rich's father had given him to show Fazzi. Some of
them were stocks that Worthington thought were good
investments. Joseph rang the front doorbell and was
greeted by an effervescent Fazzi in the traditional way
that Arab men greet each other-he enfolded the soldier
in his arms and kissed him on both cheeks.
"Marhaba, sallam alechem, welcome. Come into the
library and meet some of my friends," Fazzi said, taking
him by the arm and leading him into the room. "They
have been waiting to meet you and hear your report."
They walked into the room and Joseph was introduced
to everyone. He tried to take note of their names as he
smiled and shook hands with all of them. One of the
men took hold of his hand and held it as he said in
Arabic to Fazzi, "No wonder you rushed me to get that
car ready Fazzi. It looks like you have got your daughter
a blond prince. He is worth at least 20 camels!"
"Only 20 camels? Then I would say that I got the better
of the deal," the smiling soldier disputing him said.
"The daughter of Fazzi is worth at least 100, if not
more!"
Fazzi laughed and said to the embarrassed man, "I am
sorry. I should have warned you that Yussef speaks our
language. In fact, his knowledge of our language and
customs is almost frightening. The only problem is his
Egyptian accent, and be assured that I am working on
that."
"So then it was you, in addition to Fazzi, whom I should
thank for that excellent automobile. It is a really fine
piece of machinery," Joseph said, trying to placate the
embarrassed car dealership owner. "Now let me tell all
of you what I learned from Mr. Worthington."
They all sat around and Joseph opened the folder and
passed around the information. "To begin, let me
assure you that 'Worthington Associated Investment
Corporation' and Mr. Worthington, personally, will be
very pleased to do business with you. He sees the
Arab/American community as a new market, full of
opportunity, promise, and yes, MONEY. A market that
until now has been concentrated in 'Oil', but which he
sees has the ability to grow and flourish in many new
directions. He visualizes vast opportunities and will try
to accommodate you in any way he can. In order to
better understand your particular needs, he suggests a
meeting, a personal meeting, between Fazzi and
himself. After that, then he would like to meet with all of
you as a group. At that meeting he will have investment
counselors, who will take the time to advise and
answer any and all questions you might have. He is so
eager for your business that he himself will personally
talk to all of you both in a group and as individuals."
"Why will he do this?" asked one of the men. "Not one
of those Wall Street bastards has ever paid the
slightest bit of attention to us."
"First of all, he is not a bastard. He happens to be a very
nice man and a good friend of mine," answered an
angry Joseph. "Yes, he is a businessman, just like
most of you. Yes, he is and can be a hard-nosed son-
of-a-bitch when it comes to making money. Look, my
friends! Here in America the only way to make 'real
money' is by investing in stocks and playing the Market.
If you want to make lots of money, there is no company
with a better track-record on Wall Street."
"Yes!" shouted another man, "and charge us an arm
and leg for it too!"
"I guess he will," Joseph said, "but if you want to make
money you have to spend it. I guarantee that he will
earn every penny of his commissions. While none of us
can predict the market, his company is the best there
is. I only wish the army paid me more money so that I
had surplus cash to invest. That 'bastard', as you called
him, is the one I would want handling it for me."
"Yussef is right. I am going to recommend that
Worthington and I meet first, and I see what he has to
say. I will report back to you, after which, we can decide
what to do," said Fazzi. "Any objections? Hearing none,
it is approved. Meeting over and I'll notify you when our
next meeting will take place. Thank you for coming
tonight."
Fazzi saw the men out, and after they left, he returned to
the library and said, "Yussef you did well. I'm proud of
you, 'habibi', very proud. I hope that Worthington realizes
what a fine associate you are going to make." He
walked over to Joseph and pulled him up into his arms
and their lips met and they kissed deeply. "My love, did
you mean it earlier when you said you really missed
me?"
"Yes, Fazzi, I did miss you. All weekend I just could not
get you out of my mind," he lied. "Do you think I did well
this evening with your friends? I hope I was not too ."
"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.
...continues in "The Three Day Pass (ch.13)" - click here to continue...
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