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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
Chapter #18
Joseph lay exhausted on top of Fazzi, his cock slowly softening and
finally
popping out. The Arab was in a state of sublime rapture. He was almost
comatose, unable to move or do anything except breath heavily. Joseph
rolled
himself off Fazzi and lay beside him. Fazzi lying on his belly, his
face down,
while the soldier was on his back, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
Fazzi
opened his eyes and looked over to Joseph, smiled and said, Are you
OK?
Yes. Why do you ask? Joseph inquired. I'm fine. What about you? Did
I hurt
you? I did not mean to be so rough. I just lost control and got carried
away.
I am fine, better than I have been in many years. Perhaps better than
I have
ever been. God that was wonderful, I have never felt this way
before-not even
with my first lover. He moved his face over to Joseph's and kissed
him. I do
not know if we will be able to have this bed coverlet cleaned. We might
even
have to replace it, but it was worth it.
Joseph kissed him back and said, I'm sorry about the cover. You are
going to
think this is a stupid idea, but maybe we should frame it and hang it
as a
reminder of our first love session. Perhaps I should show it to the men
of the
village to prove that we consummated our union by making you orgasm.
You
know, sort of a variation on the custom where the relatives of the
bride
parade the bloodied wedding night sheets before the village to prove
the
bride was a virgin.
Habibi, I am not a virgin. I have not hidden the fact that I have had
many,
many men as well as women in my bed. You know that I lost my virginity
at a
very early age. However, today, I felt like all that happened to
another person
and that I was reborn a virgin again. The old Fazzi no longer exists. I
never
felt like this. Not even the first time. Fazzi said with tears in his
eyes, and in
all honesty I am telling you that I now realize that you are the only
one that I
have ever loved. I know that you may not feel that way about me now,
but I
hope someday to make you love me as much as I love you.
Why do you say that, Habibi? Why do you question my feelings for you
now?
If you loved me as much as you say you do, you would not have any
reason to
distrust my commitment to you. Have I given you any reason to doubt my
feelings for you?
No, absolutely nothing at all. He said running his fingers up, down
and
across Joseph's chest and arms placing little kisses in their wake. It
is just
that I am the first man lover you have ever had. You are really
inexperienced
and have not had the pleasure of loving or being loved by a man.
Yussef, my
love, do you realize that this is the first time that you did not leave
our love
making and run to the bathroom in order to throw-up.
Yes, I realized that. He said as he again kissed the man beside him.
Perhaps it is because I have finally come to face who and what I am.
And what is that, Habibi? Fazzi asked.
A dirty young homosexual faggot, hopelessly in love with an older man!
he
lied or thought he was lying.
Is that so bad?
At this point I'm not sure if it is or not. I need time to get used to
this. You
must remember that I have been programmed to believe that what we just
did
is a mortal sin. One for which there is absolutely no forgiveness. In
the life to
come, I will burn in Hell. And this is to say nothing about what could
happen,
in this life, if the army was to find out. It will ruin any career I
might have
hoped to have there. However, this feels too good to be bad and at this
point
I really don't care. In spite of all that I have been brought up to
believe from
my childhood on, I still cannot stop myself from finding pleasure in
the act or
in you. This pleasure means more to me than the army, my country or my
soul and all I can say is that I'm hopelessly in love with you. Joseph
smiled as
he got out of the bed and went into the bathroom, leaving the door
open, he
removed the condom and washed himself off. He returned with a warm wet
washcloth to clean Fazzi off. See my stomach is fine, no heaving, in
fact, to
prove it, I think it would be a great idea if you were to call the cook
and tell
her to prepare a good meal for us . I'm famished. During super we can
plan
our day tomorrow. I hope you do not have to go into work.
I can see that your whole attitude has changed and for the better. I
know
that this is just the beginning of a wonderful time for the both of us.
A time
of love and discovery, one perhaps filled with pitfalls, but one we
will travel
together. Fazzi said, As far as working tomorrow, no whatever work I
may
have, can be put off till Saturday when you will be gone. I will hate
to see you
leave, but I must have some time to devote to business. If you were to
live
here full time I would never get to work. It is good that, for now
anyway, you
have your career and I have mine. The only thing I have arranged is
just a
session with a tailor for the late morning tomorrow. Then we are free
until
that meeting with Worthington in the late afternoon. The rest of the
time is
ours to do with what we want.
And how do you suggest we spend that free time? the soldier jested.
I was thinking of asking that dancer, Dina, to come to the house for a
private
performance tomorrow evening, after the meeting. Just for the two of
us-a
private erotic warm-up session, but I don't think you need any
warming-up.
He laughed. You seem to be able to perform without any aphrodisiacs.
You,
my young Christian Crusader lover, are the male reincarnation of that
Greek
goddess, Aphrodite, he said lifting the phone and calling down to cook
telling her to prepare the evening meal.
They cleaned up and went down to eat. On the way there Fazzi told
Joseph to
go on to the dinning room by himself while he stopped to give some last
minute instructions to his chauffer-valet about what he would need for
Worthington's meeting the next day. He rejoined Joseph at the table,
where
the cook set before them a feast, which Joseph ate like a pig.
Mmmm, this is delicious. Joseph said. I see you have a new cook.
Wasn t
she the maid?
Yes she was. Mary and Kassie took the old cook with them and I
promoted
the maid to cook. It looks like you like her cooking.
Yes this is great food. He said between mouthfuls.
Easy my love. You keep shoveling that couscous in like that and you
will get
as fat as a cow. I'm not too sure I would relish a fat lover on top of
me. Fazzi
said. Good food should be savored, not treated like garbage to be
disposed
of as quickly as possible.
You are right, but unfortunately I have become used to eating Army
cooking
and that slop I tend to want to get rid of quickly. Joseph said. If
it pleases
you, I will try to develop my table manners more. After all we are
going to live
together and I do not want anything to harm that relationship.
Fazzi looked into Joseph's eyes, smiled and then said as he took
Joseph's
palm to his lips, Yussef nothing is going to harm our, relationship.
Anyone
or anything that comes between it will be pushed aside. Just like I got
rid of
Kassie and Mary, it will always be just you and I-together.
I hope you know that I have been talking to Kassie almost everyday.
She tells
me that both of them are doing well and she is going back to school.
Yes I know that, I too, spoke with them and things are going well
there. It
costs me a fortune but this way everyone is happy except Kassie and
perhaps
you, habibi? Do you miss her?
Putting down his eating utensils, Joseph reached under the table and
ran his
fingers along the Arab's leg between his thighs and let his hand rest
on the
man's basket. With his other hand he picked up his coffee cup and said,
I
think you can see that, I am happy here with you. Now tell me
everything that
might happen at this meeting tomorrow. I want to be sure that there are
no
surprises or anything that would embarrass Mr. Worthington.
Well there is one person, perhaps two, that might cause a bit of
trouble. You
remember that man at the meeting that did not trust 'Wall Street'
types. He
keeps trying to sabotage this project and I don't know what questions
he
might ask. Fazzi said raising his palms upwards. I just hope Richard
can
think on his feet. The last thing I want is for something to get
screwed up. I
want us to earn a lot of money. That money is needed very badly right
now.
Most of the funds from our so-called Arab brethren in the oil rich
countries
have been cut off from those poor souls in Palestine and this money
will be
used to fund schools and hospitals and other social services that are
almost
nonexistent now.
Why invite him then. Would it not be better to just have him disappear
for
the evening?
That would be the bullies way. That would be doing things the old way.
I
want this done the American way. If we are going to invest in America
we will
have to start thinking and acting like Americans. Besides, in case
something
goes wrong and we loose money, I do not want to have 'an I told you so'
guy
throwing it in my face. It will be fun to see if Richard can handle
him. In any
event I can always arrange to have him 'disappear' later. He said with
that
understated smirk that Joseph knew meant that he was not really joking.
For
a few seconds he reminded the soldier of Marlon Brando playing the
Godfather. Joseph sat drinking his coffee and wondered if he really was
joking
or not. He got the impression that Fazzi enjoyed seeing people tested
and
perhaps seeing them twist and squirm as he thrust them up on a big
bar-be-
cue spit. Maybe even burn a little as he threw another log on the fire
as he
turned the handle himself. They finished their dinner and made their
plans
for tomorrow and Friday.
A while later Joseph excused himself and said he wanted to finish his
unpacking. He made his way to his room and put his things away. He was
just
finishing unpacking the last of his possessions and was looking for a
place to
store the pistol that Barns had issued him, when Fazzi knocked on the
connecting door. Do you mind if I come in? Fazzi asked opening the
door
and peeking in.
Quickly slipping the gun back into his overnight case and closing the
lid of
his luggage he called out, No come on in. Why do you knock and ask? I
have
nothing to hide from you. I told you I want us to be 'as one being'. We
have to
learn to trust each other.
Yussef, it has nothing to do with trust. It has to do with privacy;
this is your
private space. I want you to feel that this room is your sanctuary and
you
have the right to be alone if you want to be. I will never enter here
without
asking first.
That is one thing more that I will have to get used to. In the army
there is no
such thing as privacy. I will have to try to remember to knock when I
enter
your bedroom. Joseph said. However, you do realize that having to
knock
has just remove some of the love making scenarios I had fantasized
about. I
had planned on sneaking up on you in the shower and
laughing almost to the point of having tears in his eyes, Fazzi said,
well, in
that case, I have the perfect solution, let us declare the bathroom as
neutral
territory. Speaking of which I think I'm going to get ready for bed
now. We
have a big day tomorrow and I think a good night's sleep will do us
both a
world of good.
Will you be wanting me to sleep alone in my room tonight? Joseph
asked
dolefully. If a good nights sleep is what you want perhaps we should
sleep
apart?
Yussef, darling, you can assume that I will want you in my bed with me
every
night from now on. I want to be able to wake up with you next to me
every
morning. Even if we just sleep together and nothing else. Fazzi said
as he
started to return to his room through the connecting bathroom. If we
do
sleep apart, I will assume that we have had a lover's spat.
Oh Fazzi, one thing more, stammered the soldier who was not too sure
if
Fazzi might not have seen the pistol being covered up or not. I did a
rather
foolish thing that I don't think you are going to like or approve of
it. But, I did
it because I love you. I thought it was a good idea at the time and I
still do.
Stopping and turning around Fazzi asked, What is that?
I purchased a hand gun.
You what? Why in the world would you feel you needed to do that? We
are
well protected here.
Well I know that your driver carries a gun and since there will be
times when
you and I would be alone in my car-I thought you might feel more at
ease if
you knew I could provide you with the same degree of protection that he
does. He lied. I'm a good shot and I do know how to use it. As a
Sergeant I
do carry a sidearm and I am licensed to carry a weapon. Besides which,
who
would you rather have protecting you-a paid employee or someone that
loves
you and is looking out for your welfare? One another reason is that
that if I'm
to live in Paterson there are sections of this town where I might need
that
gun.
I'm glad you told me about the gun. I just wish it were not necessary
for me
to employ bodyguards, but it is. As long as you are careful and don't
behave
like a cowboy, it is OK with me. Fazzi said and smiled to himself, as
he
already knew about the gun. Unknown to the soldier, while they were
eating,
he had his chauffeur go through Joseph's belongings. The chauffeur's
revelation about the gun had worried him, but now, he breathed a sigh
of
relief because Joseph had, on his own, told him about the gun and the
reason
he had it.
Just make sure that you secure the weapon in a safe place. Tomorrow I
will
have a cabinetmaker install a lock on that night table. You can keep it
there.
He walked over to Joseph and held him in his arms and kissed him. I
want
you to know that I love you for everything you have done for me and
this
above all. This wanting to protect me with your life, if need be,
proves to me
beyond any doubt how you feel about me. I am sorry that I had any
doubts
about your commitment to me. I am most sorry that because of my work
and
lifestyle that I have placed you in danger, too. There are people out
there who
would like nothing better than to do me in. And now that you are going
to be
connected with me, they might want to take out their frustrations on
you as
well. It is good that I now know you are going to take precautions as
well. I
was going to have my bodyguard protect you as well, but now I will have
him
familiarize you with the security system and make you a partner in the
setup.
When you are discharged from the army and living here all the time, you
will
not only be my lover and my partner, but I will have you take over our
security. Then I will be able to get rid of that idiot driver. Enough
of that crap
now, lets get ready for bed I'm going to take a shower before I retire.
Joseph watched as Fazzi when through the bathroom to his own bedroom.
He
closed the connecting door and put away the gun and started to get
ready for
bed himself. Stripping down he waited until he heard the shower running
and
then he tip toed over to the door opened it a crack and peeked inside.
The
room was filled with water vapor. Through the fog he could spot Fazzi's
form
through the frosted shower stall door. He opened the sliding shower
door a
bit and peeked in Could you use someone to wash your back? he asked
as
he stepped into the spray of the shower head. He took the washcloth and
soap from Fazzi and worked up a good lather. Running the washcloth over
the Arab's back from his shoulders down to his ass, his fingers moved
seductively over the olive skin of the man. He marveled over how well
the
older man had kept himself. He spun him around so that they faced one
and
other and started to wash his front. Paying particular attention to his
chest
and nipples. The running water rinsed the soap off as he bent his head
down
so that his lips covered the Arab's nipple and he sucked it into his
mouth.
Nibbling on each hard projection then rubbing his teeth over the erect
nipple
he worked the cloth over the ass globes and up and down the ass slot.
Moving his soapy fingers over the rosebud he started to probe and push
until
his finger gained entry. Fazzi began moaning, his ass humping the
finger.
Steadying himself against the wall he started to ride the probing
digit. Joseph
licked and kissed his way down to the man's belly button, his tongue
tip
probing the inside as his fingertip continued to work the man's
backdoor.
Joseph felt Fazzi's hands pressing on his head and shoulders, pushing
him
down until he was on his knees and his face was on the same level as
his
hairy balls. The smell of Fazzi's sex filled Joseph's nostrils as his
nose rubbed
through in the man's soaked pubic hairs and touched the skin around his
cock. The smell emanating from his sex, acted as a strong love potion
drawing his lips to the man's balls. His tongue reached out and touched
the
round pear shaped testis. He opened his mouth and his lips sucked in
one of
the man's balls while his finger continued to press into the asshole
and rub
over the love button.
Yes! My darling lover, YES!! He kept shouting over and over. PLEASE!
PLEASE! Fazzi screamed as he grabbed hold of his own cock and tried to
rub
it over Joseph's lips. Those lips he kept away from the cock tip.
Instead ran
his tongue tip up and down the shaft avoiding taking the meat into his
mouth. Every time that Fazzi tried to get his cock into the soldier's
mouth, he
would shake his head avoiding the fuck stick. Getting to his feet and
turning
Fazzi around pulling the man's backside against his cock, Joseph placed
his
cock between Fazzi's thighs. He reached around and took his lover's
rampant
dick in his fingers and slowly moved his cock up and down while his own
hard
hot cock rubbed back and forth along that sensitive area between the
Arab's
balls and asshole dry-fucking him. With the shower spray cascading over
their bodies, Joseph sunk his teeth into Fazzi's neck sucking on the
soft
tender neck skin while he jerked off the moaning, screaming man until
he
ejaculated all over the walls, followed by Joseph's explosion, covering
the
Arab's perineum with his hot cummmm.
The next morning Joseph awoke feeling Fazzi's wet throat on his cock.
Good morning, my love. That is a nice alarm clock you have. I want
to feel
that every time I wake up, much nicer than that damn record of that
bugler
blowing that fucking revelry, we hear every morning at base.
Joseph just lay back in the big bed and enjoyed the Arab's milking him
to a
climax. When he was done Fazzi got up and went into the bathroom to
clean
up. He came out and said to Joseph, I hope that someday you will want
to
wake me that way.
Someday, maybe, but it may take a long time for me to want to do that
to
anyone. He lied. I really enjoy it being done to me but as your
master I can
not bring myself to do it to you, yet. Can you understand that?
Yes I do, habibi, one day maybe you will get over this Christian set
of morals
and give into your animal instincts. It is just that, instinctive. A
natural inborn
desire to suck.
Yes Fazzi, I realize that. Perhaps that is the difference between our
cultures.
My culture directs me to control my sordid sexual desires while yours
takes
them and glorifies them into heavenly rewards.
Ouch, that was un-called-for. It maybe true but it is un-called- for.
Fazzi
said. Do not get on your high moral horse with me. Admit it! There are
lots
of things you Christians do that are worse than sucking the cock of
your
loved one.
You got me there, babe. Let's call it a draw and kiss and make up.
Joseph
said smiling as he kissed Fazzi and patted his ass. We better get
moving if
we are going to make that appointment with the tailor. I know you would
love
to see me running around here nude all the time, but, there are times I
may
need to put on some clothes.
The two of them washed and dressed and went downstairs to have
breakfast
and await the arrival of the tailor. He arrived about one hour later
and
unloaded a huge group of fabric samples. Fazzi tested each sample and
approved each selection that Joseph made. Joseph wanted to know how
much
a suit would cost, but Fazzi said, Don't worry about the cost. It is a
gift. I
want you to have at least two suits, a few slacks, a sports jacket,
some shirts,
matching ties, and socks-a complete wardrobe. You might even need a
tuxedo incase we have a formal affair to go to.
Now that's where I draw the line. I'm not going around looking like a
penguin. Joseph said as the tailor took his measurements and wrote
them
down. How long will it take you to make up the order?" He asked the
tailor,
in Arabic.
I will have the muslin patterns ready next week for a first fitting.
After that,
because it is for a friend of Mr. Muhammad, we will work to get them
done
within a few weeks. Good workmanship takes time and I guarantee the
best
workmanship. We will keep your muslin patterns on file and unless you
gain
weight, we will be able to produce whatever else you might need in the
future
within a week. Then to Fazzi he whispered, Even if you decide that he
might
need a tuxedo. Just let me know and I'll have it ready for him within a
few
days.
After the tailor left, Fazzi & Joseph ate a light lunch and then
supervised while
the servants turned the library into a small auditorium for tonight's
meeting
of the investment club. At one end of the room a small raised dais and
podium with a built in speaker system was set up. In front of this
chairs were
set out for twenty-five people. On one side of the room a table and
coffee urn
were setup and light refreshments and small sandwiches artfully
displayed.
Everything was ready for the arrival of Worthington and the guests.
It looks wonderful. Worthington should be very pleased. I hope we have
not
forgotten anything. Joseph said just as Fazzi hearing the doorbell
ring turned
and went to answer it.
Richard, so nice of you to be early. This will give us a bit of time
to get you
and your men set up. Come in. Fazzi said as Worthington and two of his
employees entered the house. Richard introduced his entourage to both
Fazzi
and Joseph.
Nice to see you again Fazzi, where should set up? Fazzi showed them
the
room. This is wonderful. We could not have asked for better. Richard
said
and then told his men to set up their equipment. There was a projector
and
other selling paraphernalia, which the men arranged. On each seat was
placed
a packet of information (some of it had been translated into Arabic) as
well as
a clipboard with paper and pencils. As the men were distributing the
packets
Fazzi took Richard on short tour of the house and the two men talked
about
what was going to happen at the meeting.
Richard, Fazzi said, I must warn you that we may have a bit of
trouble here
tonight. There may be one or two people who are coming tonight that are
not
in favor of this project. They would like nothing better than to see
the whole
concept collapse and I apologize for them in advance. I would not have
invited them except that they are of some importance in the community
and
if I had barred them, it would have looked as if I had something to
hide. I am
sure that you will be able to handle them. I will be there with Joseph
just in
case.
As long as the questions are related to making money, I'm sure I will
have no
problems. If I can handle federal and state securities inquiries as
well as tax
investigations with their legal interrogations, surely, I think I can
handle any
questions coming from investors. He laughed. Things like that add
spice to
the selling process. One gets used to that sort of thing and if one can
not
take the heat-one should not venture into the 'Arabian Dessert' looking
for
business.
Well put! I think my friends will have an interesting evening in store
for
them. Then turning to Joseph he asked, Yussef, are you ready?
I sure hope so.
The men finished up their preparations just as the first guests began
to
arrive. Fazzi greeted and introduced each new arrival to Richard and
Joseph.
Joseph knew most of them and invited them to partake of the
refreshments.
Even the tailor that he had met that morning was there. As soon as the
guests
were settled Fazzi introduced the people sitting on the dais, and
Richard
began his presentation.
If any of you have trouble understanding any thing I say in my
presentation-
feel free to interrupt and either Mr. Muhammad or Mr. Benson will try
to
explain it in Arabic. We want every investor here to feel that he is
completely
informed and familiar with the way in which his money is being handled.
Worthington emphasized as he turned to Joseph and asked him to
translate
his last statement into Arabic. He then proceeded to go through his
presentation. He proceeded slowly and surely, with few interruptions,
point-
by-point, until he completed his presentation.
Now I will take questions. He said as a few hands went up. Yes? he
asked
one of the elder men. What is your question?
Will we have the final say on what stocks are purchased? the man
asked.
Of course you will, it is your money. Let me assure you that you will
have
complete and final say on how and where your money is invested. You
will set
up an investment committee and they will review each stock and approve
or
disapprove it. No stock will be purchased without the committee's
approval. I
don't understand why a question like this would even be raised. Perhaps
you
would tell me why you would think that I'm going to invest your money
in a
company that you might have objections to.
Yes I will tell you. He said. You see Mr. Worthington this money is
'Arab
money' and we would not want it invested in 'Jewish' companies or in
companies that have any dealings with the Jewish occupiers of our
homeland.
Neither would we like this money invested in companies that have Jews
on
their boards of directors or that employ many Jews.
Worthington was shocked. That my friend would be impossible. For one
thing I can't go asking a company to provide me with that kind of
information. Not only is it illegal - it is wrong and un-American. No
employer
is even allowed to ask questions about the religion of its employees. I
don't
even know how many Jews, Moslems or Christians I have in my company.
All I
am interested in is-if that employee is working his hardest to enrich
the
company. Let me make it absolutely clear. This is America and I don't
give a
damn where you come from - if I think that a company is a good
investment I
will recommend it. If you are foolish enough to refuse my advise, that
is your
right to do so. I am here to advise you only. If someone should suggest
some
other companies to invest in, my job is to give you my opinion, nothing
else.
Like I said before. It is your money. If you want to earn only 4 or 5
percent
when you could be getting 10 to 20 percent, I would suggest you put the
money in a savings account and get maybe 3 or 4 percent.
Mr. Worthington is right! The committee will have the final say over
an
investment. We will decide, no one else. If you don't like our handling
of the
money - vote us out. Let us have no more of this kind of talk. I will
assure
that our money goes to the right companies. Fazzi said glaring the
questioner down. I will be responsible, me and no one else. If you
don't like
it - take your money and At that he let his voice trail off. The man
sat
down in his chair and was not heard from again. The rest of the meeting
went
along speedily. Fazzi rammed through his choices for the committee and
they
were approved by voice vote. After that people were asked to pledge
money
to start up and the donations even shocked Fazzi. Well over two million
dollars was pledged. The meeting then broke up into small groups with
Worthington's personnel taking to each group and explaining how the
club
would operate. The meeting broke up at about midnight. The last to
leave
was Richard and while he was saying good-bye, Fazzi apologize for the
one
or two hot heads. I must say you did very well in handling them. I had
been
prepared for much more opposition. I had a few 'friends' spread out and
they
were just waiting for a sign from me and they would have, shall we say,
escorted them out. But that never became necessary. You did very well,
Richard. Even that one that asked the question invested some money. In
the
end- Money has its own nationality. He laughed. I must say that the
pledges
really shocked me I had not expected so much money to be pledged right
away. I thought they would hold back until we showed some profit.
I, too, was surprised. I am sure that once we get started there will
be even
more. I will get back to you with my suggestions on investments within
a few
days. Joseph, I want to thank you also. You did very well. Perhaps you
would
like to come into the city tomorrow and see how this next step
operates. I'm
sure we can put you up at the house. I'll even invite Rich, if he can
get away
from that play he is in. Sarah will be happy to see you.
I can make it for Saturday. Tomorrow is Friday and I'm going to the
Mosque
with Fazzi. I think our clients would like it if I'm seen at their
services. Joseph
said. Besides I'm interested in learning all I can about our
customers.
Good idea, but if you change your mind just let me know, you are
always
welcome. Richard said as he was leaving. Sarah will be unhappy, but
business comes first. She is used to this by now, with me.
After he left Fazzi looked at Joseph with a look of incredibility on
his face. He
shook his head from side to side and said, I hope, my love, that was
not a
big mistake. I don't understand why you treat that man and his family
so
so what is that word in English Yes casually. First you do not invite
him to
your graduation and then you refuse an invitation to be a guest at his
home.
It is as if you do not like him and to make matters even worse, you do
not
care if he knows it or not.
Habibi, I'm sure he does not feel that way. I like Richard and his
family very
much and I'm sure he knows that. This is a culture thing. Sometimes we
use
expressions like 'Call me sometime' or 'Come over this week end'. They
are
not really invitations, but rather nice meaningless things we say to
indicate
that the conversation is over. Joseph said and then took Fazzi's hand
in his
and asked, Shall we go to bed now?
Are you just asking that as one of your meaningless invitations or are
you
propositioning me for real? questioned the Arab. I will never
understand the
intricacy of the American language or culture.
You do quite well my love. I only wish I could understand your culture
as well
as you understand ours. Joseph said as he pulled Fazzi to him and
kissed his
lips and hugged him and whispered in his ear, I did not think that I
had to
'proposition' you anymore. I thought we were passed that point. But to
make
it 100% clear, my cock is getting harder and harder. I want you in bed
with
me NOW!
They kissed again, only this time more deeply and held on to each other
tighter. When they broke the kiss, Fazzi looked around the room and
said, I
guess we could leave the cleanup to the servants to do in the morning.
After
all, that is why I pay them. They went upstairs and tried to make
love, but
Joseph's treatment of Richard was still bothering Fazzi and finally he
insisted
that he try to make amends.
Ok, I'll tell you what. I will call Richard tomorrow and tell him that
I will join
him and the family late Friday night. I will pick up Rich after his
performance
and the two of us will spend Saturday at his place. We can use that
time to go
over his proposals. Are you happy now? Can we make love now? I
surrender
to you.
Fazzi said, I accept your surrender. Do you realize that we have had
our first
fight? See we have made it over the first hurdle.
Joseph smiled to himself realizing that this man in bed beside him had
just
given him his passport to be with Rich over the weekend.
The next morning Joseph called Rich and told him to expect him at the
theater. He would pick him up and they could either travel to Long
Island or
spend the night in Manhattan and then go the next morning.
Where are you? Rich asked. Can you come early? We can go to eat
before
the theater.
I'm in Paterson. I have to go with Fazzi to Mosque. That is usually an
all day
thing with the congregation having social meetings after. I don't think
I can
get away before six or seven. In case I'm not there by the time the
play starts,
leave word at the box office for them to let me in. Joseph instructed
him.
How is the play going?
Very well! As a matter of fact I have been offered a part in Broadway
play.
Not the lead but it is a rather large supporting part. Rich said in a
voice that
Joseph could tell was bubbling over with excitement.
Fantastic! You are really beginning to move. I am really happy for
you.
Dad told me about the meeting last night. He said you did a class 'A'
job.
And that money wise it was better than he expected. Anyway I'll see you
this
evening and you can fill me in on the details. I have to run now. I
have an
acting class in a half hour. See you tonight.
Joseph said good-bye and then Fazzi and him went to services. As a non-
Muslim Joseph was not required to assume the position that Muslims
usually
take during prayer, but he expressed the desire to be instructed in the
proper
methods and Fazzi was only too happy to take him in hand and instruct
him
and explain everything to him. When some of the regular worshipers
raised
an eyebrow, Fazzi told them that this was his future son-in-law and
that
Joseph was thinking of converting.
Did you think I would allow a non believer to become part of my
family? He
answered them and that seemed to satisfy everyone.
He should go for formal instruction. One of the men demanded.
Yes he should and will do that. When the time is right. Until then I
will be his
teacher. Could you find a better one to take him under his wing?' Fazzi
laughed.
That seemed to satisfy everyone and the congregation formally invited
Joseph
to join them in prayer. After prayer there was a learning session and
collation.
Joseph followed the discussions as best he could. Now and then he would
ask
Fazzi to clarify a point or two. Many of the people came over later and
told
Fazzi that they had heard about the meeting last night and that they
too
would like to invest money in the 'club'. Joseph overheard some younger
men
say something to the effect that soon money would flow to the freedom
fighters and we will avenge 'an-Nakba', the catastrophe. It was said
just out
of his hearing or so they thought. This was the first time that there
was a
direct connection made between the community and terrorists. But it was
conformation that the community at least thought that Fazzi was going
to
funnel aid to 'Hamas'. Or at least, that this was something other than
what it
appeared to be.
After services Joseph returned with Fazzi to the house where he packed
his
bag and got into his uniform and got ready to leave.
At the door Fazzi embraced Joseph and told him how happy he was that
Joseph had come to Mosque with him.
I liked it and had a good time. The services were meaningful and
informative
and the discussion afterward was useful. I'm glad you asked me to come.
I
hope we can do it again soon.
Delighted Fazzi beamed as he kissed Joseph and told him, We can go
anytime you want. From now on-you and I will go every Friday if you are
here.
You better get moving if you are going to meet Richard's son. Give them
all
my regards and perhaps you can arrange some kind of social
get-together, to
launch the official beginning of the Arab American Investment Club. I
think its
time that we got together for social reasons now. Do you agree?
Well Richard Junior works evenings but the rest of the family might be
amenable by now.
To Be Continued...
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