Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2017 12:19:34 -0400
From: Shy Guy <shybottom69@gmail.com>
Subject: Jono's Journey Home - Ch 09 (Gay/Military)

Chapter 9 - The Prince & The Stallion

We were awakened Tuesday morning to the annoying electronic alarm coming
from Tam's chronograph wristwatch. I never understood the allure of the
digital watch. Give me an old Timex any day. I use the term 'we' very
loosely, because it was actually I who was awakened by the alarm. I also
knew Tam had a full day of evaluations scheduled and his day was going to
be long again. Tam had fallen asleep holding me. He never even got out of
his uniform. I was tempted to rip his uniform off of him and take advantage
of him.

Above all things, I desired to be his good boy. "The sun is rising my
beloved..." I whispered in his ear, "...so to must the son of Omar." I
tickled his chin whiskers and slid my hand down to his stomach. My lips
caressed his cheek and then I locked my lips upon his in a passionate kiss
hoping to breathe life back into my slumbering giant.

His eyes slowly cracked open has he responded to my teasing. "You are worse
than a woman." At which point my pouty lip deployed. My hand slid slowly
from his stomach down to his trousers. I wonder if he knew how much his
uniform was like catnip to me. "Jono, are you forgetting your promise?"

"The doctor said nothing about me pleasuring you in other ways. Please
allow me to send you to work with a smile. Or does my mouth no longer
please you?"

He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me passionately. His tongue
explored the inside of my lips, cheeks, and rolled around my tongue.
"Whatever shall I do with you Jono?"

"Whatever your heart desires my beloved. For my heart belongs to you." My
hand slipped down inside the waistband of his trousers. Then inside his
underwear to his semi hard cock, slowly swelling to its fully engorged
majesty. I pleaded, "Please Tamam, please let me do this for you."

He looked in my eyes, "I do not see what pleasure you get from this. But
you have color in your cheeks again, and the waxy pallor has gone from your
skin. But I will not have you exerting yourself." My pouty lip deployed
again. "Not until the doctor says you can. You frightened me last night
Jono. I was terrified that I was going to lose you. That can never happen
again. Please obey me."

I removed my hand from his magnificent wand and replied with a very
wounded, "Yes sir." I kissed his chin again. As annoying as this moment was
I reminded myself Tamam is perfect, but I couldn't stop my mouth. "I know
that I am six years younger than you. One of the things I have learned in
my short life is that you can find something to smile about or learn from,
even in the darkest of times."

I continued, "Last night was wholly my fault. I knew I was having a bad
reaction to the anesthesia. That triggered the drop in my pulse and BP. The
General was quite right, my body was having trouble digesting all of the
protein from dinner, that triggered the sweating and clammy skin. If you
were to have taken me back to the hospital my love, they would have shoved
an IV in my arm, and then they would have probably sedated me. That would
have compounded the problem and slowed my recovery. It may have even killed
me.

Tam, I trust you with my life, but you still have much to learn about my
body. I am going to give you this to smile about. If it was not for our
lovemaking, I would never have found out about the damage to my artery.
Your love, saved my life. How's that for something to smile about?"

Tamam smiled as he rubbed his nose against mine. "Jono that means more than
you can ever know. I suppose someone should get in the shower if they wish
to have breakfast with me."

"Of course I will shower for you. However, the General has already advised
he will be having breakfast with me."

"When have you ever had too much food?"

"Technically Tam, that would be last night. Please just order me some fruit
and yogurt."

He kissed my forehead saying, "I know better, that will not be enough." As
he left the room my tummy rumbled, maybe he is learning about my body. I
stripped off my pajamas, which were ripe with the smell of sweat. Then
padded into the bathroom. Every so often I caught a whiff of my own body
odor and was offended. That man must really love me, I thought to myself as
I scrubbed myself clean. I heard the door to the shower open as Tam joined
me.

"Breakfast has been ordered... I find I could not resist looking upon my
beautiful boy's body. But you shouldn't be standing so long." He switched
on the rain head shower head. He sat next to me on the shower bench. "No
overexerting yourself." He reminded me.

"This is no exertion." As I lathered the soap on his broad chest,
shoulders, and arms. By the time I reached his waist he was rock hard. He
made it clear this morning he would not fuck me, or let me blow him. I
lathered soap in my hands and began stroking his very eager pole with my
right hand as my left arm swept around his back pulling my frame in tight
with his. As the soap melted away I could feel the veins in his cock throb.
His breathing became erratic as his body tensed. I knew he was close. I so
wanted to drop to my knees and wrap my lips around his shaft, but his arm
held me in my place, like a mighty oak.

He was letting me know I had boundaries to this morning's play. If this was
the only way I could play with him I would not disobey him. He shot his
load and I caught as much as I could on my palm, and greedily licked my
hand clean. He kissed me and left me to finish my shower.

I grabbed a pair of Air Force sweats off the shelf. It made no sense
getting dressed up, if I was just going to hang around the hotel room. I
did don a pair of the sheer underwear that Tam bought for me. I also wore
the brand new blue athletic shoes. Once everything was covered I walked
down the hall and peeked into Tam's room he wasn't there. I almost made it
through the rotunda when I saw something with a big bow on it resting next
to the piano. "NO!" I shouted.

Note to self: it is not a smart thing to yell "no" in close proximity to
your armed security detail. To a bodyguard an excited gleeful shout, sounds
a hell of a lot like panic. The door flew open and footsteps ran through
the hallway in my direction. I held up my hands and looked at the security
detail and said "I'm sorry false alarm. I wasn't expecting this, as I
pointed to the beautiful old cello." Tamam put his hand on my shoulder.
Quickly remembering my surroundings I refrained from throwing my arms
around him, simply saying. "You shouldn't have sir"

Tam quickly replied that it was not he who gave me the cello. I removed the
card from the strings it simply said, "I hope this makes the time pass
quickly and your recovery short." It was signed Papa Omar.

The guard looked at me and said, "The porter brought it up last night. We
didn't think it would be a problem if he set it up." I thanked him and
apologized again for scaring them. "It is always good to train." They
withdrew from the room, and closed the door. Tam, Reza, Ben, and Adar all
looked at me expecting me to immediately play the instrument. I was spared
by the knock at the door.

Reza opened it to a packed landing. Nessa was the first through the crowd.
Giving me a crushing hug. "You look so much better today." Then she slugged
my arm. "That was for the scare last night." She then tenderly kissed my
cheek; She whispered in my ear, "That Baby Bear, was for the introduction
to Najib. He was a complete gentleman."

Najib smiled, "The General was kind enough to loan me a room last night.
Father wanted us all close to you. I see you found father's gift. Its name
is Mara, she was first strung in 1711 by Stradivarius. Father thought it
was a fitting gift because of the many birthdays and holidays he has
missed." I told him it was too extravagant. "Jono, we lost a member of our
family for half a decade. By God's mercy he was returned to us. Please let
us, welcome you home." I hugged Tam's big brother. Then General Mallory and
Major Daniels entered. I saw the dark circles under the General's eyes as
he fist bumped my shoulder.

"Jono, I didn't sleep much last night. I was second-guessing my decision
not to send you to the hospital most of the night. Thank you for proving me
right Airman."

"Have you ever had cardamom infused coffee General?" He shook his head no.
"Reza, please introduce the General to one of my favorite things on Earth."
The Major rested his hand on my shoulder as he passed by, mouthing the
words 'thank you.'

The entourage filed by me into the lounge leaving me alone with Tam and
Mara. After ensuring everyone rounded the corner I wrapped my arms around
his neck and kissed his chin. "May I have a few minutes alone to get to
know Mara?" He kissed my forehead and left me to get acquainted.

I plopped down on the piano bench adjusted Mara's endpin. I discovered to
my delight, it was as if she was designed to fit between my legs perfectly.
I quickly checked and sweetened her tune.

I chose to play the cellist's favorite piece, Bach's Cello Suite number 1.
I had just finished the Menuet II when I saw Tam standing in the door he
wore a sad smile. When I finished the Gigue, I looked at him again he had a
tear rolling gown his cheek. "Did I do something wrong."

"Mara was my mother's cello. That piece from Bach was her favorite. I
thought I would never hear Mara sing again. What made you play that?"

"I am sorry; it's actually just about every cellist's favorite piece. It's
one of the few written for the cello that doesn't sound overly maudlin. But
if it brings you pain, I will never play it again."

"This is not pain, but extreme joy. You have brought me so close to my
mother. It was as if she was playing for me again. Thank you for this
remarkable gift. Come let's rejoin the others. I have made arrangements
with the kitchen they will call up every three hours with something for you
to eat. You will take one of the three suggestions that they offer."

Thankfully his nagging was interrupted by a knock at the door. I open the
door Pete was there with a big smile saying, "Hey Jono, day watch is here.
Was that you on that big ol' fiddle?" I nodded an affirmative reply.
"Hell's bells son you had both of the security teams damn near leaning on
the door. You are really good. Speaking of really good, the breakfast
trolleys came up with me it smells great."

As the trolleys passed, I was greeted with good morning sir, or good
morning Mr. Al-Amin. The maitre'd advised me it would take just a couple
minutes for them to set up the buffet. Then handed me a leather folio that
contained suggestions for the rest of the day's meals. We will call in two
hours for your preferences for your next meal.

Pete continued, "Sorry for manhandling you last night Jono. It was just
easier for me to pick you up and carry you. You scared the hell out of all
of us."

"Pete I'll bet you haven't eaten either last night or this morning. Go join
the buffet, you can't defend me if you're not fed. Adrenaline and caffeine
doesn't replace food."

"Thank you Jono." With that Pete, Tam, and I rejoined the rest of the
menagerie waiting in the lounge.

The General said, "Jono that was outstanding playing son. You really are
going to be leaving the service at the end of this enlistment aren't you."

"General the Air Force has always been a means to an end. My goal is to get
my bachelor's degree out of the way so that I have something of value to
offer the world."

Major Daniels said, "Jono, a piece of paper is not an offer to the world.
You have real skill linguistically and musically. I have no doubt you
probably have far more to offer."

"Between Papa and Professor Ghorbani, I learned more about archaeology and
ancient civilizations than most professors I know. Just sucks that I have
to sit in a classroom to prove that I know it. Sorry for the use of the
colorful metaphor Sirs. But seriously, how many 'scholars' can read ancient
Persian cuneiform, or sanskrit without referring to a reference manual?"

Najib pulled Tamam and Reza away from the group and the three were in deep
discussion. I was curious but I knew my place.

"So General have you heard how the evaluations went yesterday. No one's
willing to worry me about my students."

"All but one of them got a highly qualified. You and Sergeant Gilmore are
obviously outstanding instructors."

Nessa chimed in, "Sergeant Mosbec got the qualified."

"We saw that coming didn't we Nessa. He will be a 'good' AST so long as he
is paired with an outstanding ASO. Sadly the ASO I would put him with is
Captain Nelson."

Ben replied, "Actually Jono, he's slated for a posting in Dhahran. I know
of an outstanding ASO there who will be able to take him under his wing.
You're not going to get rid of me that easily, by pawning off of
substandard AST on me. I trained the best, I want the best."

Nessa, "Hey! what am I chopped liver?"

The maitre'd interrupted my depressed thought with the announcement,
"Breakfast is ready for you sir and your guests. Please call down when you
are finished." I thanked him and asked him to thank the staff for their
outstanding service.

"Gentleman, Nessa, please grab a plate, grab some food, and as the Baptists
in my family would no doubt say, Let's have us some fellowship. My wish is
that you all have a safe and productive day. I wish I could be there with
you."

Nessa pulled my sleeve clearly she wanted to talk to me quickly and
privately. "Jono, are all of the Hassan brothers gay?" I had a puzzled look
on my face and shook my head no. "Why didn't Najib go further? Am I ugly to
him? Does he like western women? Is he offended I am performing a man's job?

"Nessa, he recognizes you are a woman of quality. He will probably pursue
you very aggressively. But he will do it with gifts, and attention. He
wants to show that he can care for you. He and Tamam are like my Papa. They
wish to pursue and woo their mate. I know for a fact Najib prefers Western
women. You will have to learn how to adapt to an eastern style
relationship. I will know more when he approaches me. He knows you think of
me as your younger brother, he will treat me accordingly. He will probably
ask me at some point to date you again. In the interest of propriety it
will likely be a chaperoned date. I would not be surprised if he asked me
to bring you out to the ranch. If he does would you like to come?"

"Oh God yes, I'm lonely and he is so gorgeous. I'm glad to have you as a
surrogate little brother and kissed my cheek. I am so going to miss you
when I go back to Germany. You have been the single best friend I have had
since I left Alabama. Heck, you are my best friend ever. Now, let's go get
you some food."

"You know Tam is gonna nitpick everything I put on my plate." The doorbell
rang. I started to go to answer it Vanessa grabbed my collar, pointed to
the buffet, and Ben responded to the door. He and Doctor Connor entered.

"Hey Doc, you are just in time for breakfast. Join the queue."

"Thank you Jono." I reached over and grabbed a waffle and put it on my
plate. Tamam true to form scowled and made a gesture for me to remove it.
"Thanks to Reza pulling a few vials of blood from you last night, I have
the results of your lab work. Boy you need to get some more calories in
you. Put that waffle back on your plate, and give it a partner, doctor's
orders. You are also anemic he reached over and put a couple pieces of
sausage on my plate. The lab work shows that you also have been overdosed
on sedatives and anaesthesia. I have made a notation in your record to half
the dosages in future. As a result of the overdose you are exceptionally
vitamin deficient. Here's a general multivitamin you will be taking with
your antibiotic in the morning. You will be taking it for at least a month
or so. I want you to increase your intake of veggies and fruits. I want you
to try the local yogurt too. For the record you're the kind of patient
every doctor hates. With your metabolism you could actually thrive on fast
food."



I noticed he was having what I was going to have. Fruit and yogurt clearly
the doc was fighting weight issues. I also noticed Tam was hanging on his
every word about my diet changes. "Thank you Doc." My plates were now fully
loaded and I sat down next to Nessa.

Vanessa looked at the General and said, "Sir, this is going to be cool.
You're going to see the Doppler effect in action. Watching a hungry Jono
eat is a sight to behold. It is the best work of magic. You will be left
asking yourself where in the hell did it all go."

"Well Vanessa, while that is a lot of food, I have seen people eat more."

"Sir, the only reason why there's not more is for the appearance of
propriety. I will probably go back for seconds and thirds. Sergeant Gilmore
is the only person at this table who has seen me when I'm sick or injured.
I'm glad she was paying attention." I looked at the Hassan brothers and
continued, "Naser would know about my appetite. I got very sick after
saving him in the swamp." Both Najib, and Reza turned and looked at Tamam
in confusion. He mouthed the word 'later' in Arabic. "If I got sick Afsoon
Ghorbani practically did a head count of the other foster children after
every meal."

The General spoke as I laid into one of the waffles covered with fruit. "So
your father saved the life of Omar Hassan and the King. And you saved the
life of one of Omar Hassan Sons. I'm starting to understand the
relationship between the Hassan family and you. Boy, you come from a long
line of heroic sons of bitches."

I swallowed hard, "Sir, we do what needs to be done to protect what we care
for. Yes, we would lay down our lives to protect what was ours, but damn
straight someone will be made to pay for that exchange. When I greeted the
King the other day, I told him 'My life for my King.' I meant it, and not
just because my father would expect it of me. I would lay down my life to
protect you as well sir. I know your value as a flag officer and leader.
There are other generals I have met recently, I might pause for a moment,
but I would fulfill my obligation."

Mallory replied, "I am so glad you are on our side."

While we're on the subject of sides Have you heard anything about that UA
Marine from the embassy?

"He's in a lot of trouble son. He got caught trying to smuggle the girl out
of the country." All three of the Hassan brothers and Lieutenant Nejem
shook their heads.

"The embassy staff might be able to work out a trade. He would have to
leave the country permanently, in exchange for him not being prosecuted
locally. The girl is in far more danger at this point. With your permission
I could go to the Embassy with this idea."

"Jono, just so long as you know this is an embassy staff problem, not
yours. I will go ahead and have the detachment commander and the JAG stop
by to talk to you. Remember, the doctor wants you resting! If they choose
to go a different way that is their choice. You are not to get involved."

"I understand sir. I will advise only. It might help if I knew what naval
and air assets were in the area in case we had to get him out of country
within a certain number of hours."

"I will try to get that information for you. Major Daniels will send it to
you via STU-II just before your meeting. Please play nice with the JAG
officer."

"I made a promise with the Gunnery Sergeant to help and advise as possible.
I have also made a promise to you as well sir. You have my word, I will
break neither promise."

Major Daniels whispered in my ear, "You have a plan already don't you?"

"You want plausible deniability for the General, don't you?" I replied in
Russian.

"Da, nimnOga, tovarish." he replied, letting me know he agreed but I was on
a very short leash.

The group continue to chat for about five minutes. The general look down at
my now empty plates, "Holy crap son, did somebody swap plates with you,
when I wasn't looking? Vanessa was right about the Doppler effect." Nessa
looked at me and replied to the general with a simple told ya.



"Watch it Momma Bear, tonight you work out, while I stretch and coach." As
I walked back to the buffet for seconds, I looked back and saw Major
Daniels looking under the table for where the food went.

Najib joined me at the buffet talking in Arabic. "Jono, I will be in Riyadh
for the day. I would like to help your friend the Marine if you will let
me. I believe I know what you have planned. I have friends in the Justice
Ministry who might be able to expedite your plan and leave no fingerprints
behind."

"That would be most appreciated." Was my reply while he handed me his
beautifully printed business card.

"Vanessa is an interesting woman, thank you for the introduction. When you
and Tamam come back to the ranch please, invite her. My sisters would love
to meet her."

"Would that perchance be your sisters, or you?"

"My intentions are wholly honorable. She is a woman of beauty, breeding,
and great price."

"You do know she's a horse person as well? I assume all of the Hassan sons
ride."

"And many of his wives, and daughters as well, Jono. My sisters were very
impressed with your horsemanship."

"I take it you have already started the background check of her?" He
nodded. "I would give you a word of caution, if you are as thorough as Tam
was with me, you will spook her. Western women like to talk. To learn about
you, as you learn about her. She will want you to know she has a mind as
well as a body. You are dating the whole package. She routinely outshoots
me on the range. I'm really good with a rifle, she's better. She is a
backwoods bama girl. That is not to say she's not a lady, but she's a lady
who can stalk, shoot, and field dress a bear. If you break her heart, she
will very likely show you yours."

Najib rubbed the top of my head, "You are indeed a worthy little brother.
My father and brother chose well."

With my current plate loaded with a large waffle covered with fruit, I made
my way back to the table. Major Daniels leaned over, "That seem like a very
intense conversation." I merely nodded. I looked over at Agent Pete,
clearly he was starving.

I slowed down my eating to match the pace of Nessa. When she'd finished, I
asked her to join me in the office. No sooner had the door closed, she spun
around and looked at me begging to know if Najib was interested. I smiled
and replied, "How would you like to go to the ranch this weekend?" She
actually squealed. I told her, "You will be visiting as a member of my
family. You will likely be spending a good deal of time with one of his
sisters and perhaps Papa Hassan's wives. We will probably be going riding
at some point as a family. He is very interested in you. Shit, I have to
get you dressed."

She looked at me with an eyebrow cocked, "Say again, Baby Bear?"

"Okay Mama Bear I'm going to ask a question ready? If you were going riding
with us what would you wear?"

"I have a nice western shirt, and a pair of jeans, I also have my riding
boots."

"The buzzer sounds, you got it wrong. They use English tack that means
English riding apparel. Translation, yes I have to dress you. You're going
to meet royalty, please trust me."

She kissed my cheek and responded, "Only always, little brother." When we
reentered the lounge most of the guests were gone. Tam announced he was
driving Captain Nelson and Lieutenant Nejem to site, if Vanessa wished to
ride with them instead of taking the bus, she needed to be ready to go. She
picked up her flight bag, smiled and said "I'm ready now boss." Tam tugged
me aside and told me not to try to clean the breakfast mess up myself to
call and have them come up. He also reminded me I was to have three meals
before he came home. I nodded and told him I would obey. With that I was
left alone with Dr. Connor, agent Pete, Najib and Reza.

The Doc finished his breakfast and was getting ready to go. I asked him if
I could pick his brain for a second in private. We entered the office and
he closed the door behind us. "What's the problem Jono?"

"Tamam believes that you told him he is not allowed to make love to me ever
again. He wouldn't even let me blow him this morning."

Dr. Connor roared with laughter and I wanted to cry. "Oh Jono, don't take
this the wrong way, I'm not making light of your situation. It's normal for
a significant other to exaggerate the limitations placed on sexual contact
after a surgical event. What I was telling the two of you was no aggressive
love making. I know what Captain Nelson is interested in. BDSM is
completely out of the question at this point. What is your favorite
position?"

I told him how Tam picked me up and fucked me against the wall. "Okay we
may have to pull back from that one for a bit. But there's no problem with
him laying you down face down on the bed with a pillow tucked underneath
your midsection. If you two are very careful and slow, he can lift your
legs gently and fuck you face to face." I asked if he would write it out
for Tamam. He chuckled as he pulled out his prescription pad and wrote, "I
prescribe vigorous ingestion of semen for the patient via the oral cavity,
As well as 'gentle' insertion of one penis in well lubed and prepared
rectum. As previously described to the patient, and as often as patient
desires. Absolutely no rough trade, group activity, or hard BDSM games
until further notice." I kissed Dr. Connor on the cheek, I was so happy.

I took the written prescription and locked it in my safe. "Of course you
will destroy that after he reads it?" I promised to do so. We then walked
out into the lounge; Agent Pete had a concerned look on his face then asked
if there was a problem. I smiled and replied not anymore. Dr. Connor
reminded me to take my antibiotics and my other prescriptions as needed. I
promised to do so. Then he too departed. Najib announced he too had to go
and I walked him out. "I will make sure that Vanessa is ready for this
weekend. Do you know a seamstress in Riyadh?"

"My baby sister will come over from the hospital and take care of those
arrangements. Do not worry for anything; I will make sure all is ready."

"Just don't go completely nuts like your brother. Three complete wardrobes
was a little over-the-top."

He laughed, "It is the first time my brother cared enough to buy a
handkerchief for someone else. That is how I know how much he cares for
you. Call me when you need me today." I thanked him and returned to the
lounge. Reza had just hung up the phone to have the catering detail come in
and remove the breakfast dishes. Then he ordered me to go sit down and rest.

Agent Pete came over and sat next to me. "That's quite the family you've
fallen into. It's quite clear he cares for you a lot."

"They all do sir. I am kind of like the newest baby brother in the family."

"Jono don't lie to me. I know the look." He must have seen the flash of
shock and terror on my face. My thoughts were running wild. I've gotten
caught. "I told you before Jono, I am a civilian agent, I also happen to be
carrying the secret myself. My lover died two years ago and I have poured
myself into my job since. Your secret is safe. Please forgive me, I
actually slapped my forehead when I found out that you were dating royalty.
By the way, I love to use the dead cat analogy is well."

Suddenly I flashed back to the slapping sound I heard when talking to Tamam
on the balcony. He smiled, "I was on overwatch duty on the roof. There was
a helicopter that was inside the zone. I'll try to give you a heads up if
that happens again. It would be wise to keep the intimate activity inside
the suite. I am due to rotate back to my office in Hannover Germany
Saturday."

"Hanover you say... Less than an hour away from Bremen as I recall."

"Jono, I never, never, never, date the subject of a protection detail. That
is rule 1, I will never cross that line. Besides, you are too damn tiny. I
would be terrified of hurting you. Pain has no place in love making."

"I wasn't thinking of me. That last part is really good to know. Do you
like Arabic cuisine?"

"I wouldn't know I've been in country for six months pretty much all I've
had is the Saudi equivalent of western fast food from the hotel cafeteria.
For the record they don't put OSI agents up in hotels like this."

"Oh Reza my sweet brother, would you believe Pete has been in your country
for six whole months and has not experienced the local cuisine? Do you know
of a little out-of-the-way restaurant, dripping with romance where two
attractive young unattached men could get a bite to eat. That would of
course have to be before he returns to Hannover Germany on Saturday?"

Reza responded in Shabaki, "Jono, you are as subtle as a stone through a
window."

"Who has time for subtlety, you're leaving Friday? I have learned life,
like me, is short big brother." I walked over to him and kissed his
forehead. "Tonight would be good, I really want to be alone with Tam given
the news I got from the doctor." I stretched and let out a loud obnoxious
yawn. "I am suddenly feeling very tired. I think I will go lay down in my
room. Why don't you two talk for a bit."

Reza kissed my forehead back, "Thank you baby brother. Have a good nap." I
grabbed the meal folio and return to my room. The phone rang and it was
housekeeping asking when they can come in and clean the room. I was really
hoping it was the General or the embassy. A few minutes later the bell
rang, I opened the door, the crew came in and began detail cleaning,
polishing, changing bedding and linens. The girl was about to grab the gift
bow that had been wrapped around my cello. I asked her if I may keep it, I
will have need of it later for a special project. She smiled and returned
it to me.

I decided to work out of the office. On my way through the lounge, I
noticed agent Pete doing a security sweep of the outer deck with Reza
tagging along behind chattering. I didn't know whether to be happy or feel
sorry for him. I smiled and closed myself in the office. After around
twenty minutes there was a soft tap at the office door. I was expecting it
to be Reza or Pete, so I used my 'command voice' and shouted enter. It
turned out to be housekeeping announcing they were finished with all but
the office I told them it was fine. I thanked them for their swift and
sterling service.

Pete and Reza were watching TV in the lounge. I hadn't known that Pete
spoke Arabic but they were watching the local news and I didn't hear Reza
translating. It was interesting that the cleanup crew showed up so early.
No doubt they knew what my regular schedule was supposed to be. I sat
half-heartedly listening to the news, watching the sunrise through the big
windows. Then I heard the STU II ringing in the office. I quickly went in
and answered and the line went secure, "This line is secure, this is Airman
Banks."

The duck like voice responded, "Jono, it's Gunny Terrell I have you on
speaker. My Captain and the Jag were wondering if you had a possible
solution to our current problem. Before they schlep all the way across
town."

"Gunny I will never waste your time, you should know that about me. I will
confess what I am thinking is a long shot, but there is a chance we can get
him released so long as we get him out of Saudi Arabia by sunset. I'm
working through some of my channels to see if we can get the appropriate
tools to make that happen. I assumed you would prefer he be removed from
the country rather than spending possibly the next twenty years in prison?"

"You assume correctly Jono."

"Do we think the corporal will put up any resistance to a deal that keeps
him out of a Saudi prison"

"Given the beating he got last night I really doubt it."

"I have a local attorney who's willing to give us advice and has contacts
with prosecutors in the ministry of Justice. What say we gather here at
nine?"

All parties agreed and the line was broken. I called Najib and gave him the
meeting time. He informed me he would be bringing the prosecutor and a
judge. Then I called base operation and left a message for Major Daniels.
If my plan would work, I would need a MH-53.

The Major called me back immediately on the secure line. "We have an idea
what you're trying; the General wants you to know the Navy has tasked a
MH-53E from the USS Inchon for an "inspection flight" and helo-lift
training on the base. It is currently on the flight line. Jono, the boss
wants to remind you against meddling." I acknowledged my limits again. I
knew this could still blowup in my face.

I asked Reza to select an appropriate suit for me. Pete shook his head, "I
just don't see what you have planned."

"Storytime, word games, and a huge long shot. Hopefully giving all parties
an honorable exit." The hotel phone rang asking if I made my snack choice.
Eight in the morning and it has already been a very long day. I chose the
dates, almonds, and cheese option. I was asked if that would be enough. I
told them I would be having guests arriving at nine and needed coffee,
pastry, fruit, and a selection of cheeses for them. I was told all would be
ready and my snack tray would be up momentarily.

Reza returned to the lounge with two suit choices, a dark blue or a
charcoal gray. I pointed to the gray. "But Jono, the blue will be far more
commanding." Pete concurred.

"Not the point today. I have to disappear when the main players arrive. My
job today is to act as the narrator of the story. Gray is neutral, I love
the blue, but it can be mistaken for my Air Force uniform. I need to
project the fact that I have a foot on both continents that I am neutral,
unbiased."

I knew I was up to my neck. "When they arrive I will need you two to help
me set the stage. Reza, I will need you to refer to me as Mr. Al-Amin. Pete
I will need for you to address me as Mr. Banks do not use my military
title. I have to separate myself from it, if I am to protect the General
and mission. If this fails it is all on me. Using the civilian address and
both names will also help me portray the fact that I am a part of both
worlds. I have the difficult task of making sure both adversaries step back
and see the other party's side. If they are to see there is another
alternative."

I took the two suits from Reza's hands and returned back to the master
bedroom. I grabbed a small amount of Sandalwood cologne and splashed my
face. I dug into the bag of products that were provided at the spa and
applied kohl around my eyes and extended it upon the eyelashes themselves.
The apparel would be Western, but the appearance would be Eastern. I chose
the white band collar shirt in hopes that under the artificial light I
would look darker. Didn't work, I ended up disappearing, which was good as
well. It made my kohl decorated eyes pop even more.

The tray with my snack arrived which was good because my stomach was
growling either due to hunger or stress. I encouraged Reza and Pete to
nibble off of it. The three of us together were able to clean the platter.
At 8:55 they brought up the coffee service, and removed my snack tray.

Five short minutes later the tranquility of my gilded cage was shaken by
shouting out on the landing. I looked at Reza and I said "I guess they're
here." I asked Pete to allow them in and be sure to tell them, "Mr. Banks
will greet you in the lounge." I then requested that Reza inform them,
"Coffee and a light snack has been prepared for you at the request of Mr.
Al-Amin." I then went into the study and retrieved my diary. The commotion
continued as they entered the lounge.

I entered the lounge and Najib introduced me to his Excellency the judge.
"Are you Mr. Banks or Mr. Al-Amin?"

"Your Excellency, in this case I am both. I stand between two worlds. I
have offered my linguistic and cultural services and my home, to seek a
civil solution to your mutual problem on neutral ground. All that I ask is
that 'noise' that I heard on both the landing and in my entryway ends now.
We all are civilized and we should behave accordingly." My eyes darted
between both parties.

The judge put his hand in the middle of my chest and extended piece to you
and I replied and unto you peace. The prosecutor brought the Corporal as
well. His face although now clean, was cut, bruised, and swollen. Seeing
his condition it was hard to be impartial. I knew if this was to work I had
to let a lot of my preconceptions go. The gentleman took advantage of the
coffee and a few the light snacks.

I heard the Corporal's stomach growl and asked when the last time he had
been fed. I pointed to Pete who had retreated into the corner of the room
"Corporal that man is armed if you attempt to flee he will stop you. He is
Air Force Office of Special Investigations and has full arrest authority in
the eyes of the Department of Defense." I pointed to the city police
officer and said, "He is armed and has full right to take you back into
detention. If by some great miracle you do get past them, the armed
soldiers on the landing WILL stop you. Do not abuse the grace that I am
about to ask for." He nodded in agreement.

"Your Excellency, in the interest of fostering good negotiations could we
remove the handcuffs from the accused?" The judge nodded and gave the
order. I told the Corporal to eat and he complied, like he had never eaten
before.

I turned my attention back to the prosecutor and the JAG lawyer who were
bouncing points of Law, treaty, and the UCMJ against each other. Both were
being exceptionally polite and exceptionally short as well. I focused
intently as both were speaking turning my head from one to the other after
about twenty minutes. I started to put a puzzled look upon my face. The
judge turned to me and asked "Mr. Al-Amin is something confusing to you?"

"Your Excellency, confused no, irritated yes. We have before us two
prosecutors who are arguing who has the stronger case, and who deserves
first right of prosecution. We have a young man who was never told of why
the local laws exist. If he were a student of Islam he would know the
separation of the sexes exists for a reason. No one is considering the fact
that there were both male and female Saudis in the dancehall. In that
situation how would he know he was not to have contact with her, let alone
develop feelings for her?"

I just turned in the direction of the Saudi prosecutor, "This man wishes to
prosecute him and put him in prison for up to 20 years. We all know for a
Westerner that is practically a death sentence."

I gestured at the JAG officer, "This man wishes to prosecute him under the
Uniform Code of Military Justice and send him to Fort Leavenworth Kansas.
I'm sure you will realize that Kansas is a sentence to hell in and of
itself. When he is released he will have a federal conviction and a bad
conduct or dishonorable discharge. That will limit his job potential for
the rest of his life. I am having some difficulty weighing these two
outcomes against the name justice."

"Have you gentlemen ever heard the ancient Persian story of the creation of
the Arabian horse?" I became nervous when all but the judge shook their
head no. To be honest I expected all to shake their heads no. "When I was
younger, my foster father was invited to go on a dig. As his favorite
student I was given permission to accompany him into Iraq. We unearthed a
tablet written in ancient cuneiform. It was a beautiful story of where
justice and mercy must meet."

I took a long sip of my coffee, "It was the story of two brothers, both
great kings met at an oasis to trade. One had many sons, the other had but
one. The one son committed offence by error against the king with many. The
king who had but one son pleaded with his brother to take his life, and let
his son live.

The king with many sons saw the pain that his brother was experiencing and
showed mercy. He said take your swiftest stallion and put your son up on
it. If he can flee the borders of my kingdom by the time the sun fades, he
shall live. What the king with one son did not know was that the king with
many also had a great vazir who was also a magician."



There was a flash of a knowing smile on the judges face, "The vazir
summoned up the power of the winds and made them manifest in a stallion of
great strength. He slipped that stallion into his brother's camp. The child
mounted the steed and disappeared over the horizon. The young prince lived
long, but was never seen in the kingdom again."

The judge looked at me for a long time, "I don't know whether you're lying
outright, or have been coached very well and are acting. I know the tablet
of which you speak. I have a replica of it in my chambers. It has formed
some of the logic for some of my decisions of late. But you are too young
to have been part of that archaeological dig."

I opened my diary. "Excellency the tablet was discovered two years ago when
I was sixteen. These are my notes on the translation. If you look into the
records of the dig you will find the name Jono bin Aban Al-Amin listed as
expedition's archaeological translator." Even Najib was shocked with that
revelation.

The judge took possession of my diary and reviewed my notes which included
a sketch of the tablet folded in the pages. The prosecutor was looking over
his shoulder and saw the artwork. "I have admired that tablet and his
Excellency's chambers many times, but I never knew the story behind it. You
have given me much to think about. The young man has been injured already.
If he is banished from the kingdom, I will have no difficulty with whatever
justice the American military wishes to impose upon him." The judge looked
at me and asked if I had a way to make the story a reality.

"Your honor there is an MH-53 Sea 'Stallion' currently at the air base. The
King is currently looking at appropriating several to expedite helo-lift
operations. I believe with in-flight refueling it can be out of Saudi Air
space before the sun sets and thus the American 'son' could in fact be
spirited away by stallion."

The judge smiled and started making notes on the official court documents,
ordering the release of the prisoner. "The young man will be flagged with
immigration and he will be forbidden from reentering Saudi Arabia ever
again. Corporal you must understand neither I, nor the court will be this
lenient with you a second time. It is best that the kingdom never see you
again. Mr. Al-Amin do you have a photocopier at your disposal?"

"There's a fax machine in the office which can be used as a copier. If that
is not sufficient there's a very nice Xerox downstairs in the Hotel
office." Copies were made, distributed, and the police officers dismissed.
Najib pulled me aside and said well done. Then he, the prosecutor, and the
judge departed just before eleven.

The smile vanished from my face when the door closed. "Corporal, I know
your Gunny tried to help you out, I offered to help you. You chose to do it
alone instead of working with the team. I am disappointed. That being said,
you need to understand this is a suspended sentence, this WAS your trial.
What it means is if you EVER enter Saudi Arabia again, or if you are not
out of Saudi Arabia by sunset you will serve the entire sentence."

I dug my finger into his chest, "What it means to the United States Marine
Corps is that you are no longer worldwide deployable. It also does not
protect you from prosecution from the JAG. If he offers you the GIFT of a
deal, one junior grade to another, I would recommend you take it. You
disobeyed standing orders for all US forces serving in Saudi Arabia. You
made all of us look bad."

I addressed the JAG officer and the detachment CO, "I'm sorry if I stepped
on your toes gentlemen, but I do not like it when people just blindly
ignore my counsel."

The JAG officer accepted my apology and thanked me for my intervention. The
Marine Corps captain told me I was always welcome at his detachment, and
thanked me for my intervention on the behalf of his man. I told them both
any time, they knew how to get in touch with me. They took the corporal and
departed after informing the Gunnery Sergeant to take the second vehicle
back to the Embassy.

With the stress now gone, I could feel myself fading. The Gunny asked if I
was ok. I told him it had just been a long couple of days and I could use a
nap. My left knee buckled and I slammed against him. He caught me as Pete
and Reza raced across the room. Pete was just about to pick me up. I
growled "Stop, I just got a little weak kneed, I am fine."

Gunny smiled at my bark. He paraphrased our earlier conversation at the
embassy, "Little dog, big fight. It looks like you're in good hands. You
understand Jono; you are now part of an elite group. You rescued a devil
dog. I'm grateful you're in the Air Force. You're being in the Air Force
saved one of my Marines. That's a debt that cannot be repaid easily. A
Marine, even a stupid one, is still always a Marine." He extended his hand
and I shook it. Then he departed.

The phone rang, it was the concierge asking what I wished for my midday
snack. I asked him if I could have some sliced fresh vegetables and a bowl
of hummus. He advised it would be done. I was craving salt. Reza, Pete, and
I were finally alone. I turned and leaned my head hard against Reza's
collarbone. As he enveloped me in his arms he announced, "Jono, you are
drenched!"

Pete's hand landed between my shoulder blades "Damn! Jono, are you okay?"

"I am fine guys; just need some water, a bath, a change of clothes, and a
nap. Th-that was a lot of stress." I took a deep breath and re-gathered my
bearing. I walked back into the master bedroom and removed my new suit. I
found I did manage to create a sweat circle from my shoulders to my waist,
down both the front and back panel of the shirt. I had not yet soaked all
the way through the jacket.

Reza brought me a large bottle of water from the kitchen. "Drink this. You
need to get your fluids back up."

I thanked him then grabbed my pills and took them with the water. I must
have drunk about a quarter of the liter of water in the bottle. While Reza
filled the tub for me, I took advantage of the time to clean my bottom for
Tam's use. I even took Dr. Connor's suggestion for the final enema
solution. Reza asked why I mixed ky into the bag. I told him "The doctor
has cleared me for limited sexual activity." I sheepishly described the
approved position.

Reza looked at me and said, "Tamam will never agree to fuck you in the
wounded dog position. Like me, he likes to see your face." With the tub
steaming and almost full, Reza dropped a small sachet into the water, which
began to fizz and bubble. As it did so it released the most magnificent
smell of jasmine into the air. I climbed into the tub and slowly sank into
the water. This was Heaven.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Reza reached over and
pushed a little gold button and jetted water started shooting and coursing
across my body. One of the jets was striking between my legs, and I started
dreaming of Tamam. As my cock slowly swelled Reza looked down and smiled.
He slowly removed his clothing in a seductive manner and stretched out over
the marble deck next to the tub's lip.

He put his fist under my chin and pulled my lips to his, then slowly slid
into the water on top of me. He knelt down in the water with his legs
straddling my hips. His hands skillfully stroked my small member to full
measure. Then he slowly sat down upon it; allowing it fully within him.

I put my hands on his face and told him, "I don't want to mess up your
chance with Pete."

He rose up and thrust his body down upon my shaft again. "Jono, nothing is
going to happen. Clearly Pete is a bottom and not interested in me." He
impaled himself again full-length up and down my cock.

"Reza, you are so wrong. He is a top. He told me he would never fuck the
subject of a security detail. He said even if he would, he was afraid of
hurting me if he did. That doesn't sound like a bottom." Reza began sliding
up and down faster gasping for air my head fell back and mouth fell open it
was awesome how he so completely controlled me.

Pete's voice came from the door, "Jono, your food arrived; I thought you
might like a snack in the tub... FUCK! I thought Reza was a top!"

"That's funny Pete, because he thought you were a bottom." Reza continue to
ride my shaft. Pete appeared to be embarrassed as he turned towards the
door. "Pete, don't leave. I'm sorry; I should never have done this with
Reza. Please forgive me. I know he liked the concept of going out with you,
and I know you had enjoyed the thought of it yourself."

"Jono, don't apologize, you have done nothing wrong. I enjoy being with
you." Pete set down the tray and reached for the door. "If the little bitch
boy can't handle the thought of you fucking me, then clearly he wasn't
worthy of either of us."

That is when we heard Pete lock the door. "Now, there is enough time to
play." He removed his suit jacket and laid it across the vanity. Pete
opened his shirt to expose a beautifully defined, shaved chest and torso.
Reza's mouth fell open as his ass fully engulfed my shaft. He was
practically drooling at Pete's definition. The shirt came off and it too
was laid across the jacket. He removed his holster from his belt and laid
it on top of his shirt. Everything had almost a ritual as far as how it was
removed. He slid out of one shoe, then the other and undid his belt. He
slowly lowered his fly and let his pants fall to the ground. He was
commando beneath.

There was just a narrow line of fur going from his belly button to the top
of his cock, everywhere else he was just skin. My mouth fell open when I
saw the length and width of his trouser snake. It rivaled Tam's with one
subtle difference, he wasn't circumcised. I had only seen one other cock
before that still had its foreskin. He bent down and removed one sock and
then the other, then balled them up together and confidently walked towards
the two of us. Reza was no longer sliding up and down my cock; he was just
sitting with a vise like grip around it.

Pete commanded, "Reza, did I tell you to stop? You're the one who got him
excited; you should finish what you began. Jono, don't you believe that to
be the case?" I could only nod my head up and down is Reza again began
sliding up and down on my cock. Reza's opened his mouth to speak, Pete
shoved his balled-up socks into Reza's mouth, "I'm not ready to hear from
you yet."

He looked at me and said, "Have you ever seen an uncut cock before?" I
shook my head yes. "Have you ever played with one?" I replied truthfully
that I had licked one. "Would you like to see what it feels like?" I shook
my head. He softly pushed my head backwards until it made contact with the
lip of the tub. He rested his foreskin against my lips and told me to open
my mouth and push the tip of my tongue between the glands and the hood of
his hardening rod.

It had an interesting taste, and the feel was slick kind of slimy. But it
tasted good as is precum oozed out into my mouth. I close my lips on his
foreskin and applied suction as he pushed his cock into my mouth the hood
slowly withdrew exposing the glans, it tasted wonderful. As quickly as he
shoved the knob of his cock into my mouth he withdrew it. "Jono, it has
been a very long time since I broke that rule. You only get a taste. This
is Reza's toy now." My pouty lip extended.

He continued, "Now it is quite clear that Reza enjoys your cock as well. So
it is clear he has two toys to play with, and two toys that he must keep
clean and happy." He pulled the socks out of Reza's mouth and kissed him.
Reza continue to rise and fall on my rod with a slower cadence. It felt so
wonderful and it was so hot watching him be commanded by Pete. "Reza, do
you want to play with your new toy now?"

Reza shook his head up and down, knowing that Pete had not given him
permission to speak. He opened his mouth and Pete's cock slipped within.
Pete had one hand wrapped around the back of raises neck as he slowly slid
his cock in and out of the willing mouth. He then used his other hand to
caress my cheek and asked if I was enjoying myself as well.

I told him, "Yes, I just wish I had as much as you and Tamam have."

"Jono, our boy here loves the feel of cock in his ass and in his mouth. The
fact that you are in him gives you pleasure. That's all that matters." The
look of complete joy on Reza's face was beautiful. I marveled at how
quickly Reza took Pete's massive cock to its root. I was lost in that
moment. I knew as Pete's cock exploded across Reza's face he belonged to
Pete completely. I leaned in and rubbed my nose to his. I kissed him taking
a bit of Pete's gift into my mouth.

Reza increased his cadence sliding up and down my cock as Pete was cheering
us on. I was having an unusual feeling, waves of pleasure overcame me. I
was having difficulty breathing and I just latched on with both arms and
pulled Reza to me, as I shot my wad deep in his bowels.

Reza released our kiss, "Jono, did you just come?" I couldn't speak I only
shook my head back and forth slowly.

Pete was confused. "You guys act like this was his first orgasm. Jono, you
had to have shot your wad before."

I replied, "Never without something in my bottom. I should have waited for
Tam. I stole this from him."

Reza kissed me sweetly, "Jono, to Tam sex is about giving you pleasure.
Just as you love to give me pleasure. You did not steal from him by giving
to me. Wasn't it Tam who recommended that you sleep with me in the first
place? Jono, my last partner abused me, tortured me, burned me, and traded
me with his friends. Pete has been forceful, not violent. You chose well
for me.



With that blockage gone you're now most likely having normal blood flow
through your lower body for the first time since the crash. Your nerves
have been starved for so long they are now waking up. You're going to feel
things more than you have in the past. Everything is new for you; Tam will
be over the moon." He kissed me again.

"I was going to tie the large gift bow that was on my cello around my waist
with the doctor's note tied to it covering my butt hole for Tam. How can I
do that now?"

Pete dropped to a knee, running his finger down the bridge of my nose.
"That sounds like such a cool idea, you have to do it."

Reza concurred and added, "You should have everything ready for him. The KY
on the bed, and the pillows under your midsection elevating your butt so
that the note and that perfect ass cannot be missed. I will make sure
Captain Nelson, and Lt Nejem are out with us. You, finish your bath, nibble
on something, and take a nap. I'm going to take Pete to my room. I'll lock
the office and hall door on my way out."

Pete reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out yet another holster
and a small two shot derringer. "I think you know how to operate one of
these. It may not stop an attacker, but it will slow them down long enough
for me to get in here."

- Continued

Izzy