"The Three Day Pass" Chapter 17
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...continues from "The Three Day Pass (ch.16)" - click here to start there...
Monday morning dawned clear, cold and bright. Most of the troops were a bit
hung over from celebrating the end of finals. Joseph had a few drinks in the
"Enlisted Men's Club" and he and Ibrahim had spent the evening commiserating
over the end of school and what might happen now that it was ending.
"What happens now?" Joseph asked Ibrahim. "Do we get posted to our new duty
stations right away?"
"I would think so. They do need translators right away. We will most likely
be assigned to new duty stations right after the formal graduation and then
given a 14 day leave to report to the new duty station. Most of us will go
to Iraq right away. The need for Americans who speak the language is so
great that they may even forgo the 14-day leave. Joseph if you and Kassie
are going to be married I would suggest you do it A.S.A.P. You may never get
another chance to do it for a long, long time."
"You may be right there. However, there have been some problems that have
come up."
"What problems?" Ibrahim asked.
"Well, the difference in our religions for one. I did not think it would
become so important, but it has." Joseph lied. "Fazzi refuses to give his
'blessing' to the union, unless I give up my religion and submit to Allah.
And I'm not about ready to do that."
"Well I hate to say it-but-I told you so. What are you going to do now?"
Ibrahim asked.
"Well Kassie and I, decided to take a break from each other," he continued
to lie. "Mary is going to take her on a long visit to her relatives in
Michigan and if we still feel the same way about getting married in a year,
then he will consent."
"And Kassie agreed to this?"
"Yes, reluctantly she did. Anyway by that time I will have less than a year
to serve on my enlistment and we will both be better able to make a life for
ourselves." Joseph said. "So you and I had better keep in touch because I
will still want you to be my best man."
"Well we will see what the future brings. A year is a long time and a lot
can happen in that time."
"Yes it can and another thing he wants me to do." Joseph continued. "He made
me promise, that if I were stationed in the Jersey area, I would continue to
live at the apartment. I guess he wants to keep a close eye on me. Perhaps
even to try to convince me about converting. I agreed to this because I have
gotten used to living off base and I even like that apartment. Besides I get
free room service and laundry." He joked.
"Well do what you want. If it was me, I would just take the woman and marry
her right now."
"For all I know, you might be right. But I don't want our life together to
start out that way. We will have enough problems without adding an angry
in-law to the list." Joseph said.
The next morning, after a fitful nights sleep, the two of them got ready for
the school graduation ceremonies. They walked down to the auditorium where
the ceremony was to be held. By 1000 hrs the buses loaded with relatives and
friends had begun to arrive. As Fazzi, Mary, and Kassie got off the
transport, Joseph ran up to them and kissed and greeted them. After
introducing them to some of his classmates and seeing that they were seated
in a good area he joined the rest of his class. At 1100 hrs the company
commander got up and started the commencement exercise. The usual speeches
and congratulatory remarks were made. Then the graduates were called up to
the dais to receive their certificates. They were called one by one, by
alphabetic order to get their certificates of graduation, that is all except
Joseph. The Commanding Officer had purposefully left him for last.
After the rest of the class had received their certificates, the Commanding
Officer then said, "That leaves just one last graduate. I did not forget
him; I saved him for last because he has been a special student. He is the
best of the best. He passed out at the top of the class. This school has
decided not to waist his talent. We have decided to take him on as a teacher
in training. He will be staying on here at the school and teaching other
students what he has learned here. Private Benson, please come up and accept
your certificate of graduation. Well done!" The assembled graduates and
their families applauded as Joseph sheepishly made his way to the podium to
accept his diploma. After receiving it, the C.O. held him there and then
announced to the audience, "As everyone knows the position of being a
teacher here at this school carries with it the rank of Sergeant. I am
therefore pleased and privileged to also present to you this notification of
promotion to the rank of Sergeant, congratulations."
After the ceremony a group of Joseph's friends came over to shake his hand
and congratulate him on the promotion. Fazzi and his family crowded around
him and Kassie hugged him and kiss him.
"I am so proud of you, habibi." Kassie said.
"I owe this all to you and your family." He said kissing her. "All of you
have taught me so much. I would not have been able to do it without that
help."
Taking Fazzi in his arms and hugging him he whispered in his ear, "I hope
you have set up everything. I can't wait to thank you privately for
everything."
"Yes everything is arranged. We will talk about the details later when we
are alone. I cannot believe that the women are taking all this so well. Mary
is especially pleased with the financial arrangements. Kassie is still not
happy to be leaving you, but she will adapt to it. She is used to me
deciding what is best for her and she will obey."
Following the ceremonies there was a luncheon for the graduates and their
guests. Joseph introduced the family to his friends and Corporal Williams
joined them at lunch. Kassie told him that she would try to see about
finding him a nice woman, but that all of the Arab girls she knew were
raised in traditional homes and were already spoken for by the time they
were 12.
Meanwhile, Fazzi and the Commanding Officer got into a heated debate about
the Arab contribution to the first Gulf War. They argued about the
effectiveness of the Arab troops, but came to no concussions.
"We disagree, but you do make some interesting points, Mr. Muhammad, and I
would love to hear more of your views." The Captain said. "Perhaps Sgt.
Benson will ask you to lecture as part of the additional program he told me
he was going to institute at our school. I do hope you can find the time. We
Americans tend to become set in our thinking and need to be shaken up now
and then. It does us good to hear what the other side has to say and how it
feels."
"Need I remind you that in that war, we were on the same side? Joseph has
already talked to me about this and I have told him that as long as there
are no loaded weapons in the room-I would be glad to expound on the "Arab
View" of things." Fazzi said with a twinkle in his eye. "Perhaps I could
even give the lecture in Arabic. and in the process also show that there is
another purer form of the language than the one taught here? You might have
noticed that Yussef is now speaking with a middle-eastern accent as opposed
to an African accent he learned here. While the words are mostly the same it
is, at least to our section of the world, purer and more understandable.
Sort of like Cockney and Oxford English, but not quite that bad."
"Yes I can see where we do have a lot to learn and we would be very happy to
hear your views." The Officer said. "I will encourage Benson to include
several speakers from the Arab community of Paterson to come and lecture. It
is such a shame that we have wasted such a well of information just sitting
on our doorstep. Perhaps, Yussef as you call him, could also get your
daughter to give a lecture on some of the finer points of Arab culture. You
know from a woman's point of view."
"We usually do not permit our women to talk in public, but since she will be
leaving my house soon, you will have to take that up with her future
husband, Yussef. He has spoiled and Americanized her to the point where she
has her own ideas as to how to run her life. Yussef has even encouraged her
to take up driving. Such has been his influence on our family. We have not
only taught him, but he has educated us."
"Well, to judge by you and your family, I would say that Joseph is a good
teacher and we look forward to his teaching here."
"When will his duties start here?" Fazzi inquired.
"Well the next class will start in about three weeks, but there will be
teacher training and administrative details to go over in the meantime. Most
of the students will be granted a 14-day leave, but the work of the teachers
goes on and on, sometimes without let-up. Then Joseph will also have to get
settled into his new quarters and there will be lots for him to do."
"I do hope you will allow him some leave." Fazzi said.
"Oh yes! He will have a lot of time off; it is just that until he is settled
and the school is ready to begin there will be lots to do."
"Yes as an ex-military man myself, I understand." Fazzi said. "It's just
that myself and a group of Arab businessmen in Paterson have formed an
investment club and we were going to arrange a meeting with a Wall Street
investment firm. We were hoping that Joseph would be available to act as our
interpreter at this meeting."
"I'm sure we will be able to work something out. As long as the meetings are
not on school time, I can see no problem."
"Yes they will be arranged so as not to interfere."
"As long as he gets back to the school in time for work, it should present
no problem." The C.O. said. "It was nice meeting you and your family, but
now, if you will excuse me, I would like to congratulate a few of the other
students." He bid good-bye to Fazzi and Mary and went to talk to some other
students and their guests.
Fazzi and Mary rejoined Joseph, Kassie and Williams and the five of them
spent the rest of the afternoon socializing with other students and
teachers. Fazzi finally was able to talk to Joseph alone after Williams and
the women became involved in a discussion.
"When will you and I be able to get together, Yussef?" asked Fazzi. "Mary
and Kassie will be gone by Tuesday afternoon. I hope to arrange that
investment meeting for Thursday late afternoon or evening. Do you think you
will be able to make it?"
"You call Mr. Worthington and set it up. I'll make it one way or the other."
"Now, Yussef, I would not like to see you get into trouble just because of a
business meeting."
"There will be no trouble. As a sergeant, I will have lots of time off. When
you speak to Worthington, please give him my regards."
"I was surprised not to see him and his family here today." Fazzi said. "I
would have thought that, as close as you seem to be with them, that they
would have been here today. Did you remember to invite them? I hope that you
did not offend them by not asking them?"
"I did not feel it was necessary to invite them. I did not even invite my
family from upstate New York. Richard Worthington and his family are not my
family-you and your family are more like my real family than either of
them." Joseph lied, something he was getting good at. "I just did not think
either of them would be that interested in coming to a military ceremony. I
knew that you on the other hand, having been in the military, would like it.
Besides, after the way you and I parted the last time, I needed to see you
again and touch you. I just wish we could just be alone for a few hours.
Just you and I."
"Me too, habibi." Fazzi repeated as he squeezed Joseph's hand.
"We will have all the time we need, soon." The soldier said. "I cannot wait
until we take up where we left off, but we will have to wait until Kassie
and Mary have gone to Michigan. Saying good-bye to them here today will be
hard enough, I do not wish to have to say good-bye to them twice. I am going
to arrange a few days off after Kassie & Mary are out of the house. Perhaps,
this Wednesday to Friday, if you find that convenient?"
"Convenient? It will be wonderful. We could have the meeting with
Worthington on Thursday and maybe you can come to Mosque on Friday with me."
"Yes I would like that very much. I would also like to do a bit of shopping.
I would like to get some new clothes to wear off base. Except for you and
the family, I feel ill at ease when I wear my uniform while I'm amongst the
Arab community in Paterson."
"I was hoping that you would take no notice of that. We can arrange some
shopping time, perhaps on Thursday. I can even have a tailor come to the
house. I would love to see you dressed in fine hand tailored clothes. I
insist that you allow me to buy you a new wardrobe as a 'moving in' gift."
Fazzi said. "I can see it now. It is going to be great, just the two of us
together in the house and at Mosque. I cannot wait to feel your body beside
mine. Perhaps you would like to go out and celebrate our 'union', someplace
like that Café we were at the other night? Maybe you would like for me to
arrange to have that dancing girl come to the house and give a private
performance for us."
"Fazzi," called Mary. "It is time for us to leave now." Then hugging Joseph
to her she whispered into his ear, "I fear that this will be the last time I
shall see you my dear son, I do not know how to thank you. Kassie and I will
always be very grateful to you. We shall never be able to repay you." She
threw her arms around him and kissed him and held on to him as she broke
down in tears. Fazzi almost had to drag her away so that Kassie and Joseph
could have a few moments together.
"This is good bye then, Yussef. We will not see each other again, will we?
Kassie said also in tears.
"I don't think so, but you never can tell." The soldier said taking her in
his arms and kissing her deeply, "I love you, Kassie. You remember what I
said about living a free life? Well, you live it and enjoy it for both
yourself and me. Now go with God."
Both women, with tears in their eyes, went back to the bus and sat waiting
for Fazzi to say his good-bye. "I will not say good bye, Yussef. Only till
Wednesday.
As Joseph watched the bus pull away Ibrahim came up beside him and said,
"You are one lucky dog. A beautiful girl and a promotion as well as a good
job; what more could a man want?"
"Yes I got it made. Have you any idea where they are going to ship your ass
off too?
"Most likely to some diplomatic mission. Most of the top graduates will be
sent to posts like that. The rest will be assigned as field interpreters.
They are needed there and when they get some field experience under their
belts they will be used in more productive means." Ibrahim said, "but
tonight-we celebrate-we are going to take you to the Enlisted Men's club for
a little party and a ceremony called "The wetting of the Stripes". We have
to celebrate that promotion of yours Sgt."
"Yes, and this party's on me. I'll pay for everything," said Joseph getting
into the spirit of the occasion. "How many were you thinking of inviting?"
"Well, as long as you're paying-why not the entire Base?"
"Hey, let's not blow a whole years salary in one night!"
Laughing Ibrahim said, "You idiot, I was kidding. It is an old army custom
that, when a friend gets a promotion, his buddies take him out to celebrate.
We are going to pay, not you. Since we were going to be partying tonight
anyway, celebrating our graduation, we thought it would be nice to kill two
birds with one beer bottle and invite you as our guest."
After another night of celebration, the next morning the students arose with
foggy heads and went to check the company bulletin boards where the duty
assignments were posted. It turned out just as Ibrahim had thought. The top
students got the 'prime assignments'. They picked up their papers and travel
orders and started to pack their gear. Little by little they came to say
their good-byes. Soon it was time for Ibrahim and Joseph to part and each
pledged to keep in contact. However, army life being as it is, each knew
this was most likely the last time they would see each other. It was a sad
parting, but one gets used to them in the service. Joseph sat looking at the
open door long after Ibrahim left to go on his14 day's leave and to go home.
After a while, Joseph reported to Williams and was assigned to his new
quarters. It was a nice suite of rooms in the N.C.O. billets. There was a
bedroom, combined sitting room and office, a small kitchenette and a
bathroom. Although not as spacious as the apartment he had at Fazzi's place,
it was never the less nice and would serve his purposes very well. After
settling in he called Barns to fill him in. He also called both Richard and
his father. He told Rich he would try to see him Friday evening. When he
spoke to Worthington, he was told that Fazzi had already called and they had
arranged the Thursday meeting and that he would see him there. After the
phone calls, he went to the P.X. to pick up some food for the small
refrigerator and also to buy some additional Sgt. Stripes. He might as well
have that maid at Fazzi's place sew them on his uniforms.
Returning to his quarters he found that most, if not all the teachers, had
left to go on leave, so he was alone. He used the time to get settled into
his new life, and to catch up on some badly needed sleep.
Late Wednesday morning came. He awoke to the ringing of the cell phone.
"Hello Sgt. Benson here. What can I do for you?" he sleepily answered the
phone.
"Good afternoon my love," the voice said in Arabic. "They have just left the
house. The place is so empty without anyone here. Have you been able to
arrange anything like a short leave?"
"Yes, I can make it by 1800 hrs, if that ok with you? Is everything set up
with Worthington?"
"Yes it is. It is set up for Thursday afternoon. I am having some
refreshments sent in and we will have a good first business meeting, I hope.
Do you think you could make it earlier than six tonight?"
"Not much chance of that there are a few things I have to do first, but I
will stay over till after Mosque on Friday. If that is ok with you, habibi?"
"That is even better, two whole days together. Darling, you don't know how
lonely it is here now that the women have left." Fazzi said. "I can not wait
to see you."
Later that day, Joseph drove up to the main house and as he was getting out
of the car Fazzi opened the front door and came out to meet him. He greeted
him in the typical Arabic way by hugging him and kissing him on the cheeks.
"Welcome my 'Crusader Lover'! Welcome to your new home. I'm so glad to see
you. Everything is all set up and you have just about enough time to unpack
and wash up before dinner. I will have cook prepare something of a
celebratory feast for us. I hope you are hungry."
"Yes, habibi, I am hungry, but, but not for food alone. I had a small bite
at the base, but, I have a deep hunger for something other than food right
now." Joseph said. "Perhaps we could eat later, if you don't mind?
"Good, Come I'll show you to your room!"
"My room??? I thought we were going to share a room as well as everything
else."
"We are. It's just that I have set everything up so that it looks like you
have your own place and I have mine. Mary and I had separate rooms and I
thought you might like a little 'private space', as you Americans say. I
just want to make you feel comfortable and incase Worthington should ask . I
don't think you should have to lie to him about anything. Besides we both
have a public face to maintain.'' The Arab said as he showed him upstairs
and opened the door next to his room. "Here, I think you will find this very
comfortable. If there is anything you would like to change - just let me
know and I'll have it done for you."
The room was large with a full size bed, a desk and chair and a comfortable
easy chair and ottoman. A large sliding door opened on to a porch that
overlooked the driveway. There was also a door that opened into a large
bathroom, which had a connecting door to the master bedroom next door.
Joseph put down his overnight bag, looked around and then walked over to
Fazzi and said, "Very nice. I assume that that other door leads to your
bedroom. This is perfect, habibi." Taking him in his arms he kiss him on the
lips and his arms encircled him pulling their bodies together.
"I missed you very much Yussef and now that we are here together, I still
can not believe it. I had better let you get washed up and settled in a bit.
I'll inform the cook to prepare our feast."
"Forget about food for the present, my desert lover, we can eat later
tonight." Joseph said, his hand running down the mans back to his ass and
squeezing the tender globes forcing the man's lower body into his own and
rubbing his half hard cock against the Arabs hard erection.
The Arab, breathing heavily, pulled away from him a little and kneeled
before him grabbing around him and pulling the soldier's crotch to his face,
He kissed his cloth covered genitals and reached up and undid his belt and
zipper. Reaching into the soldier's shorts he pulled out the treasure hidden
there. Kissing the head and nibbling on the foreskin, he took the whole
seven inches into his mouth and throat-right down to the base in one deep
suck.
"Oh God! If you keep this up I'm going to cummmmm!" he screamed as Fazzi
continued to milk his cock with his lips and throat. Pulling his hard cock
from his mouth and throat he pushed the Arab back against the bed. He almost
tore off Fazzi's shoes and socks and ordered him to undress. Joseph then sat
on the ottoman and stripped off his own clothes. Opening his luggage he
pulled out a packet of lubricated condoms. Standing over the now naked body
of the olive skinned man, he slowly, seductively covered his seven inches of
hard meat with the latex condom.
"No extra lube this time! No preparation! No fore play! Just plain, pure,
raw, hot sex. No time for any of that fancy shit now." Shouted the soldier.
"This time I don't care if the cops, the FBI or the entire US Army raid
us-I'm going to bust that tight ass of yours,"
Joseph lifted Fazzi's legs and as he stroked his own cock to an even greater
erection, he began rubbing the tip of his condom-covered cock over the
perineum and around the Arab's hole teasing him and making him hunger for
more. Slowly he inserted the tip of his humongous cock into the waiting,
puckering ass hole. He pushed more and more in. Then, slowly he pulled it
almost out then slid it back in using only about three inches of his dick.
"You think you can take it all?" the soldier asked as Fazzi moaned. "Okay,
Get ready! Here it comes, all rock hard, hot seven inches of it."
He withdrew until he could feel the Arab's ass ring on the head of his prick
and then rammed the entire shaft back in. Fazzi screamed. He felt as if the
battering ram would split him apart. The sense of being that full sent
spasms throughout him. He screamed out, "Yes, habibi, fuck me." With his
mouth open in a silent scream, his dark eyes fixed on the blue eyes of
soldier as he worked the Arabs hole, pressing slowly in and pulling out.
Sliding his hands down the Arab's side, passing over and caressing every
muscle that ran down to his ass, his fingers squeezed his ass cheeks. Joseph
knew what to do and began plunging his hips and cock deep into the ass hole
of the Arab. "I'm going to flip you over baby. Are you ready? Not waiting
for an answer he drove his shaft in to the hilt and almost without missing a
beat, he flipped his victim onto his belly. Then, with long, hard strokes,
he began slamming in and out of the man's 'man-pussy' forcing the Arab's
cock to rub against the coverlet.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH! YES! Habibi, that's it fuck this old Arab's man cunt.
Drill me like I'm an oil field and your cock is the drill bit!" He began
bucking his hips fucking both the bed below him and helping out the near mad
man pounding in and out of his ass.
"Yeah Fazzi, I know how you like it. You love it hard and fast. I know you
do. You are my man cunt!" Joseph screamed. "Come on my Arab whore, work that
ass, make me cum! Squeeze my drill. Let me feel your ass milk my cock. Make
it suck my baby makers out of me. I'm going to flood your ass with my juice,
you bitch."
"Let me have it! Yussef darling, give me all you got. Ram that cannon up my
Arab pussy." Fazzi screamed as Joseph slid his arms around him and his
fingers grasped his nipples and pinched them hard. Matching him thrust for
thrust they both were well on your way to blowing. Fazzi felt his balls
tighten. His hand reached and grabbed for his own raging hard on, pumping it
in hopes of reaching the pinnacle of orgasms. His sphincter tightens sending
torrents of pleasure through Joseph's body.
"AAHHHHHHH! God," Joseph moans, as he too got close.
"Give it me habibi, come on, fill me up! I want to feel that condom expand
with your hot love juice. Yeah, come on, you can do it!" Fazzi cried over
and over. "Ya Rob, Ya Rob, Ya Rob, Oh God ram it in me! YES!"
Joseph slammed his cock in once, twice, and then...exploded with an erotic
growl while he unloaded himself in a flood of cummmm into the condom. Just
as the first salvo blasted, Fazzi began soaking the expensive bedcovers with
his own passion juice. And with each successive eruption his ass muscles
milked Joseph's cock more and more.
To Be Continued...
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