Date: Tue, 29 May 2018 12:25:26 -0400
From: Chase Nadir <chase.n.bottom@gmail.com>
Subject: Teddy and the Bear (gay/interracial/)

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Chase

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Teddy and the Bear
By Chase Nadir

Of all the things I saw coming in life, this is not one of them. I am the
sole surviving son of Connor Duncan the wealthy investment banker. In the
near twenty years I've walked upon this Earth my primary focus has been my
family and studies. I started learning about tragedy and loss three years
ago. That was when my father was crippled in a car wreck. He can only walk
for short distances with the aid of a cane. The same car wreck that
crippled my father, took my twin brother and my sweet mother.

The only sport I excelled in with swimming, as such I have a very lean
body. It was often joked by my team mates, I actually do not swim my body
just cuts through the water itself. I am nothing in comparison to the
mountain of muscle that is my boss and childhood friend Karim Salah-El-Din
Amiri. Kareem was the CFO of his father's Financial Empire.

Life is truly not fair, Karim is an olive toned mountain of a man. One
could say, he is an Arab Adonis. Something that a master craftsman would
reproduce in marble. A man I have lusted over since I was fifteen. No, I
was far different. My skin is very fair with freckles. My hair is red, with
yellow highlights, and my eyes are emerald green.

I have known the Amiri family all of my life. I have seen Karim in many
moods, this one was new. Today was the day I saw a wrath upon his face. My
name is Eamon Tomas Duncan and this is the day my life changed again. There
are moments, pivot points, in life which define us. This moment wasn't
pivot as much as it was a death of sorts. What remained was what I had to
rebuild with.

I've had three years of tragedy leading up to today. Now I kneel trembling;
with handcuffs tightly binding my wrists, my ankles hobbled, and my mouth
firmly gagged between Karim and the local Constable as my father is led
into the office. My father is fond of saying, "A man must know what he
believes in, and what he believes he should be willing to die for." I
believe I knew what that was, until today. Today, this very moment I was
ready to die, not for something, for someone.

Mr. Amiri spoke, "Connor, we have something of a problem today, please sit.
It looks like Eamon is in a tremendous amount of trouble. Computer records
show that he has been stealing from us for the last six months. If he is
incredibly fortunate and the judge is overly lenient, he may be spending
the next twenty-five to fifty years in Aistislam Al'amal Prison. You know
that a five year sentence is usually fatal for westerners. If they survive
incarceration, they do not leave the same way they went in."

"Eamon? Karim you must be mistaken, MY Teddy does not steal."

"The young man just confessed to it. It's not like we can easily put aside
his confession. Constable please wait in the outer room, I'm quite safe.
Even if the boy was not bound, he would be no match for me, and his father
is crippled and no threat." The constable leered down at the me and left
the room, and the pit of my stomach dropped in fear forcing my eyes to the
floor.

Karim Amiri dropped a pile of printouts in front of my father, and then put
forward my signed confession. After thoroughly examining the files dad
looked at me and said, "Little guy, I am so disappointed in you. I can't
believe you would do this to the family name. I opened the door for you.
You betrayed me and a lifelong friend."

Dad and I knew the prison's history, and how foreign born prisoners were
always sent there. On the first day the guards force you to sit upon a
glass bottle. If you have something to offer, or are physically desirable,
they will make sure it is a narrower one with thick walls, so that will not
shatter while inside of you.

Father looked at me and began shouting. "This was supposed to be how you
start your career, not how you end your life! Karim he is clearly guilty,
but Aistislam Al'amal surely not. Eamon would not survive day one, to say
nothing of the horrors that follow."

Karim quickly replied, "Oh Connor, you are so right. Your boy is CLEARLY
guilty, but not of this. This is your doing, the theft has been occurring
not for six months, but almost twenty-seven years. I find however, his
biggest crime has been trusting you." Like his father Karim was a patient
man, but his patience has just run out. He dropped a much larger file in
front of  my father.

"This has been going on almost since you and my father begun this business
together. Father and I could ignore the fact that your finger grazed the
scales occasionally. But this..." He fiercely thumped the pile with his
fist. He shook his head and continued, "...this is your entire hand, arm,
and shoulder leaning on those scales.

I think this is the reason you begged me to give your son employment. You
had already lost your favorite son and your first wife. You told me wanted
a new life with this new whore of yours. Eamon was the disposable old
remnant of your first life." Karim rubbed my shoulder.

"Computer logs proved to me that your son knew about this on Thursday. I
have no doubt he took the proof to you, and asked for you to do the right
thing. He is a good boy, loyal to his family. Father and I see the
beautiful Dolce in him. How sad he did not have a good example in his
father as well. My father has left this in my hands now...

Connor, you made an error logging onto the wrong terminal this morning.
Your son has been having issues with his primary workstation of late. In
fact, my people have made sure of it. We had to see exactly what he was
doing, he can be quite stealthy if he needs to. He was given permission to
log directly onto the server, which is how he was able to find your BOT,
and five others. But you would not have known that Connor.

The poor boy doesn't even know you stole from him as well." He dropped
another pile of papers on the desk. "These show that you have drained the
trust fund that the beautiful Dolce and her father setup for the boys."

Tears streamed from my eyes as the proof mounted and I realized how
completely father betrayed me. Worse than that the evidence showed how
little I was valued by him. "Connor, you changed the books early this
morning to show that it your son was stealing from me.

When I summoned him to my office first think this morning, he assumed
things had not changed from Thursday night. Your son has far more nobility
in him than you do. He knew your health has been fragile since the crash.
He also knew that you would not survive even a short a prison sentence.
Knowing all of these things, he tried to protect you by assuming the guilt
for your crimes.

Now, I am left with a problem. If I punish you I damage the brand and my
father's image. I also alienate your son who is a good boy, and excellent
employee. If I punish your son in your place, you remain with some
influence. So I propose a compromise. I will buy you out. The funds from
the buyout will go to reimbursement of your victims. You will sign over
control of all of Dolce's properties to the boy immediately.

You are going to retire and return home to New York or Boston. Although
some of Dolce's money was used to purchase the New York apartment, it was
at least a marital asset. I know your boy will not leave you penniless.
Hopefully, 'Misty' has pity on your worthless broken hide and stays with
you.

Your son can be salvaged, father wants him to stay behind. To help rebuild
a world that you have destroyed. This deal expires in ten seconds. If it is
not accepted, then it is you who will be going to prison. I refuse to
punish the innocent, or negotiate with traitors." Dad quickly signed the
sale and retirement paperwork.

By the time all of the debts were repaid there was precious little left
from the sale price. He would receive a monthly small stipend from the
company as a pension. He also signed over control of all of mother's
holdings.

Barely glancing at me he's simply muttered two words, "Sorry Teddy..."  I
turned my eyes from him. How wrong could I be? Did the crash in the end
take my whole family? Was the impact just felt, over three years instead of
immediately?

Father was escorted out of the office. The Constable re-entered the office,
and quickly released me from my bonds. I rubbed my aching wrists and
ankles. Mr. Amiri apologized to me, "I am sorry they were so tight. We had
to make it believable." He handed me his handkerchief to dry my eyes and
clean my face.

Then he spoke to the constable, "Escort my former partner and his little
whore to the airport directly. Inform him we will ship his belongings to
him. Ensure customs knows that they are never to be allowed to return.
Advise the airline there is to be no outbound passenger communications, and
no Wi-Fi on board. We will compensate the other travelers. I need to make
sure all of his access is turned off first."

The Constable quickly left the room to begin his task. Karim focused his
attention on me. "What am I to do with you. I told your father that you
were guilty, and it is true. Do you know what you are guilty of?"

"I tried to hide my father's crime from you sir."

"Trying to assume responsibility for your father's guilt was noble, and
understandable. Still little one, that is the last time you will ever lie
to me. I must know that I can trust my intern and aid completely."

There was a knot in my stomach. Amiri's interns were the subject of many
jokes in the company. The three that I knew about were very effeminate
boys. "Sir, I'm not worthy to be your intern. I'll never be able to do what
they did for you. I am not like my brother Enna, sir."

My twin and I were two sides of the same coin, equal and yet opposite. It
has been three years since the crash that killed my brother and severely
wounded father and mother. Mother died in the hospital shortly after, I
always thought her death was from a broken heart.

Enna and I shared many things; the middle name Tomas (twin), faces and
build, but we did not share everything. Father was proud of our Irish
heritage, we were perfectly named. My name Eamon is translated as
'protector of prosperity' the perfect title for an accountant. It is said I
take after mother very studious and a hard worker. I sucked at talking to
people. It freed me up to focus on the task at hand, whether that was
school work or swimming.

Enna meant 'bird like,' he did not walk into a room, he floated through it
charming everyone. He was like father, always looking for an easier way. At
fifteen Enna started dating men. I always suspected Karim was his first,
though my theory was never confirmed. Enna was adept at sweet talking
people into giving him what he wanted. Failing that he had no troubles
trading his body for good grades and whatever his heart desired.

To an outsider it may sound as if my brother and I did not get along, that
was not the case. Losing an identical twin, is like having half your soul
removed. I didn't agree with the way he lived his life, but I did live
vicariously through his exploits. Enna was the free spirited extrovert, I
on the other hand was emotionally restrained a classic introvert. More at
home with a book than a human.

With the loss of Enna and mom, I threw myself into his scholastic career
finishing my four year degree in three. Upon graduation reality hit, not
many would look past my years and young face. I never desired to work with
my father, but in the end practicality won out. Father called in a favor
for an internship for me here at the global headquarters.

Mr Amiri laughed out loud, "I have not confused you with your brother. I
know that you believe in hard work, and that is what I demand of my aids. I
know that your family encouraged you boys to learn languages, I have need
of this. You are a skilled accountant, I have need of this as well. You are
very skilled at finding things long hidden, and I believe you can tell
time. My time is precious. One of your jobs is to keep me on schedule,
politely of course. Can you do these things?"

My family was gone, all that remained was what I perceived to be the
tattered remains of my career. I knew Karim would ensure my family's name
would be worthless. So I replied, "Yes sir."

"Then you have the job. The company is hemorrhaging funds. We must find ALL
of the wounds. Your father was just the beginning. Others have taken
advantage of my father's generous nature, this must end." The big man put
his hand on my bear arm. "You have lost so much my young friend. Please,
let my family and I help you rebuild."

Karim pulled me into a comforting embrace. They were the same arms that
hugged me when I lost my brother and my mother. They were also the same
arms that later congratulated me when I graduated summa cum laude. I felt a
confusing warmth deep in my soul. For the first time in a long time he felt
whole again.

+++

The Amiri family home was huge. It was once a palace in the middle of town
with several open courts. By the time the we arrived most of my things had
arrived as well and been unpacked. Nothing happens within the Amiri family
without exact preparation. Karim had a guest suite in his section of the
building. It was right across the hall from his suite. While the house was
old the rooms were well-appointed. The furniture was new and the fabrics
were plush and soft.

I was however still terrified. I was now stranded in a country with a
culture that I barely understood. I had a father who betrayed me, and a
boss I did not understand anymore. At that precise moment I felt very
alone. More than anything I felt an overwhelming feeling of shame. I was
not looking forward to dinner. I knew I would have to meet the patriarch of
the family. The man my father betrayed.

There sitting on my new bed was the worn stuffed bear my brother gave me
when I was nine and sick with the flu. It was the best gift he had ever
given me. Just seven years later, he put it on my desk as a joke one to
watch over me. I had a huge test the next day and I was sure I needed more
study. That was the night of the crash.

To others it was just a ragged and worn teddy bear. To me it was the last
link I had with my brother. The final remnant my old life. I curled up on
the bed and clutched it to my chest crying. Here I was almost twenty years
old clutching this stupid old stuffed bear for dear life. I fell asleep
that way.

I awoke to the feeling of someone rubbing my temples. When I rolled over to
found Ibrahim Amiri sitting on the corner of the bed. He was looking down
at me with such a look of love, it broke my heart.

He spoke, "I came to welcome you to my home. What troubles your heart so
much little one?" He stopped me when I started to address him as Mr. Amiri
he smiled saying,  "You used to call me Papa Ibrahim. I was your godfather
long before I was ever your boss or host. You are no stranger to this
house.

One of the proudest days of my life was when the beautiful Dolce asked me
to be the godfather of both of her boys. I am so proud of you my little
Teddy."

His sweet words were like grinding course salt into my open wounds. "I'm
not worthy to call you Papa Ibrahim. My father betrayed you, and I know a
son shares the guilt of his father. How can you ever trust me?" He pressed
his finger to my lips to silence me.

Tears were rolling freely down my cheeks. The sound of my sobbing must have
carried down the hall. I saw Karim in the doorway. "Is my boy hurt?"

"Only his heart, please leave us. I need time with my new baby." I have
never seen Ibrahim speak so shortly to his son. Karim dutifully obeyed,
after he shot me a look of concern.

"Teddy, it was your father who wronged me not you. Connor is now dead to
me. As I understand the role of godfather, it is my responsibility to raise
and care for you in his absence. I intend to honor that promise to your
mother. I know in the eyes of your people, you are an adult. I see you as a
wounded little boy needing our care. You will stay here for some time and
recover. When you can stand on your own feet, only then I will send you
back to work."

"Papa Ibrahim, my father stole from you for so long. I don't know how much
of my education you actually paid for. That being said, I owe you."

He sighed deeply and looked at me with sad eyes. "No little one, it is you
who are not paying attention. You owe me nothing, I promised to care for
you. That most definitely includes your education. I am so pleased with
what you have done with the gift of your schooling.

The prophet himself took a boy who had problems with his father. Eventually
that relationship was restored. I do not know whether this will happen in
your case. I do know you need someone now.

I remember the big arguments you had with your father over school. He
wanted you to follow his footsteps and go to Harvard, but you were
insistent you wanted to go to the better program in Washington D.C. Even
then you knew you were, your own man and did not wish to live in his
shadow. You refused to join his fraternity for the same reason.

You had a graduating class of many thousands at Patuxent University. Less
than one tenth of a point separated you and the boy who graduated magnum
cum laude. Do you not remember his speech, when he praised the challenge
and help you gave him. You bring out the best in other people, occasionally
to your own detriment. You are a source of great pride to me."

I sat up and was lost in his arms. There are no small men in the Amiri
line. I have never felt a hug that so enveloped me. He told me that dinner
would be ready in a few hours and I could use the time to rest, freshen up
and change. With all the stress of the day, I was smelling very ripe. I
sniffed the air and nodded in agreement.

When he left and the door closed, I stripped and went into the bathroom.
The bathrooms of the palace suites were large and opulent. Opening the
large doors was the entry area. To the right behind louvered doors was the
water closet with toilet and bidet. Straight on was the massive green
marble sinks.

In the alcove made by the water closet on the right was a large shower big
enough for four people to bathe without contacting one another. The far
left side of the bath were five steps leading into the equally gigantic
step-down marble tub. I thought of using the tub first, but a shower would
more than do.

I looked down at my wrists the indentations from the handcuffs were fading,
but still visible. I was startled by Karim's voice, "Yes, father was most
upset by those little one." I covered myself in shame. "Do not be
embarrassed. You are almost identical to Enna, and I do remember very well
what HE looked like. Still it is nice to finally know the secret behind
your name 'Teddy' little one."

I trembled as his finger traced the outline of my birthmark on my right
butt cheek. "I knocked but you did not reply. I was concerned. Father has
given you my old room as your safe place, and I intruded on your privacy
please forgive me."

"This is your home, it is I who is the intruder Mr. Amiri..."

He pressed his finger to my lips, "Here I am just Karim. If you continue to
call each of us Mr Amiri, you will have eight confused men replying yes all
the time. You are no intruder here. Father is right, this is YOUR home as
much as mine now." I nodded in understanding. "I was going to enjoy a steam
and then a soak in the salt water tub. It is not safe to steam alone so I
was wondering if you would care to join me?"

"I would love to Mr. Am... I'm sorry. I would love to, Karim."

He replied, "Shall we shower to open our pores little one?"

I blushed but he was right he already knew about what I looked like, and I
had seen other guys naked in the school showers. So I shook my head yes.
When he opened his robe I realized how wrong I was. He had more fur than my
teddy bear. He smiled and put his hand on my shoulder "There is no reason
for shame we are just two boys sharing water. I am only five years older
than you little one."

I stuttered with my reply, "Karim, could you just call me Teddy, Eam, Emmo,
or Eamon? Hell even shit head is an improvement over little one or little
guy. Dad always called me his little guy and Enna his little one. I don't
want to think about dad for a while. Is that ok?"

"I absolutely will not call you shit head. Still, Teddy is fine, and quite
understandable." He hugged me again. It felt safe, a little awkward but
safe. Like I said, the shower was huge. With water nozzles that blasted us
from all angles. I spent my time admiring the intricate patters of the
tile-work in the corner away from him. Truth be told I was trying to hide
the fact my cock was semi hard. I think I was starting to understand my
dear brother.

We dried ourselves and put on robes. Not only for modesty, but to keep the
heat in. Then we walked down the hall to his family's six sided Turkish
styled bath. Steam billowed out of the as he open the door. The voice of
his older brother, Omar Rasheed, bellowed, "Close the door idiot before all
the heat escapes!" I quickly stepped into the room. "Oh little one, I am
sorry I thought you were my worthless brother."

On cue Karim stepped into the room and close the door behind him. "His name
is not little one, it is Eamon."

"I would remind you little brother you are both my employees and I can call
you what I wish. But if he prefers Eamon I will gladly comply."

I replied with a shaky voice, "I prefer Eamon, Sir. I'm sorry I disturbed
your steam. I can just go back to my room."

I started to turn back towards the door when Omar replied, "Stop littl...
Eamon, you have had as bad a day as I have. Thanks to you finding those
BOTs you have saved our company millions. I have had to take disciplinary
measures on a nephew's plaything who disappointed us, and terminate
relations with three additional companies. The last one... we're having
difficulty finding out where it came from."

"Sir, if it is 'P7ZY' I think you're going to find, it was written to make
our Russian partners look bad. I think you're going to find it was written
by a syndicate from Ukraine."

"Thank you Eamon. Please here at home I am simply Omar. If you go around
calling all of us all sir, we will never know who you are talking to." I
laughed at the symmetry between the brothers.

Omar and Karim had different mothers, but both looked like their father.
Omar was about twenty years older then his baby brother and twenty-five
more than me. Although his title was Vice President, he was in charge of
the daily operations of the firm. His father was mostly retired and had the
honorific title of President.

Karim laid out a towel for me on the hot marble slab. I again apologized
for my father. "Eamon, there is one thing I do not know. How did you know
that BOT linked back to your father from just looking at the source code?"

I replied to Omar, "Source code has its own language and pattern. Each
program is like a fingerprint. I recognized that syntax from some of
fathers earlier works. The BOT was originally programmed to round half
cents down to full pennies on large transactions. It was an old accounting
tool. In time father chose to round them up. Then pennies became nickels.
Then nickels to dimes, then dimes to dollars. As his greed grew so I guess
the decimal places continued to move. This may sound stupid of me, but I
think part of him wanted to get caught."

Karim replied, "Creeping decimal-ism. There comes a point where the money
is too large and becomes unreal. I know you want to find something
redeeming about your father, but I think he was just desperate to keep his
new woman happy. He was so desperate he was willing to sacrifice anything,
or anyone."

His broad backhand caressed my cheek as he encouraged me to lie down. His
words hurt, but I did know he meant them, part of me agreed.

Omar saw the moment of tender care his brother showed me, "Enough Steam for
me it is time for a soak. Welcome to our family Eamon."

After twenty minutes in the steam room, we decided it was time to soak
ourselves as well. I was so completely drained I could barely stand. Karim
almost had to hold me up in the shower and then he dried me afterwards. The
whole time he was smirking at me. We played In the salt water pool for
about an hour. I love what the salt water does to my skin, it makes it
smooth to the touch.

As we emerged from the pool and our naked bodies were once again exposed to
one another Karim asked, "Eamon, you have less hair than your brother did
when he and I were together. You boys were identical twins, except for your
birthmark, what happened to you hair?"

I laughed, "After years of competitive swimming, I've used so many
different depilatory treatments that I guess the roots eventually died out."

His hand played with the small crown like tuft of hair above my penis, "And
this?"

I blushed a deep red, "It didn't need to come off, it was covered by my
speedo."

His hand slid around and cupped my ass cheek, "So was this..." His hand
went inside the cleft between the cheeks. "...and this." As his finger slid
softly over my hole, I leaned my head against his chest and I moaned softly.

I was fighting between urges when I heard my voice reply, "Please stop. I
am not Enna."

"Again you accuse me of confusing you with your brother. Your brother was
my first boy. The problem was, I was not your brother's first. He wanted so
much more than I could give. Father told me I was a fool to give in to him
so often. He said I was part of the reason the boy was ruined. I spoiled
him, giving him what he wanted, not what he needed. He forbade me from
attempting anything with you. Even then my father protected you.

I had a daft idea that you and I together could fix your brother. Do you
know how many nights I dreamed of having you boys climb into bed on either
side of me? You have been my favorite fantasy for years."

"I'm sorry Karim, I'm just not ready... not today. Please forgive me."

"No Eamon, it is I who should beg your forgiveness. Your world has just
turned upside down and I tried to insert myself in the void it left. I am
twenty five years old and I still keep making the same mistakes over and
over again." He took my face in both of his hands and pulled my face up to
look into my eyes, "I will wait for you to tell me you are ready. If that
day does not come, I will be happy to call you friend."

+++

Dinner was uneventful. Everyone was walking on eggshells trying not to hurt
my feelings. I just wish one of them would get as angry as I was with my
father. If that is how the family chose to deal with the unpleasantness, to
simply mourn the passing of an old friend. I was willing to let them deal
with it in that manner.

Over the next few days, Omar asked me a few times about the source code on
the suspected Ukrainian BOT. Each time he was shut down with just a look
from Papa Ibrahim. After a week, I simply asked, "Is there a workstation in
the home that had a secure connection to the server? I think I may have
left a few jobs running"

Omar And Kasim smiled knowing what I was suggesting. Enna taught me, there
are times where it is better to beg forgiveness than ask permission. We
weren't out-right disobeying Papa Ibrahim, we were just selectively
choosing to acknowledge his wishes.

He wanted me to get better and that wouldn't happen until I could mourn.
That couldn't happen until I could relax. So long as the company was at
risk that wasn't going to happen.

To pull this off, they had to bring in another brother Abdul-Haseeb who was
the info security officer for the company. Equipment was smuggled into the
families office so that two workstations could be cloned. He and I worked
together to find out how the BOT was delivered to the server.

Our search showed it was installed through piece of malware that was loaded
from a work disk a vendor brought in. Haseeb was furious it was not scanned
first. We were able to trace the path of the funds. I wrote a secondary BOT
which restored our funds before their software caught on. We then turned
the evidence over to the authorities. We were ecstatic with our victory
thumping our chests in pride.

Papa Ibrahim entered the room and requested an explanation for our
celebration. He was not impressed with our efforts being hidden from him.
However life once again occurred, and he had to deliver bad news to me. A
day after arriving in New York City, Misty left father. She hated the cold
of New York City and wanted more. Far more than my broken father could now
give.

In less than fifteen minutes I went from triumph to tears. As Papa Ibrahim
presented the rest of the news, "The police forced their way into your
father's apartment and found him in the tub. They believe he used a knife
to open his own veins. There was a hand written note of apology to both you
and I for his betrayal." I turned and buried my face in Karim's chest.
Shouting how it was my fault.

"This was not your fault my sweet boy. Your father was weak, and there
comes a point where a weak man cannot endure and simply quits. You are not
like him, I watched as you cared for him after the crash. I saw in your
eyes how you wanted to shut down and morn, but had to be strong for your
father. We will now be strong for you, so you may mourn." Papa Ibrahim
rubbed my back and agreed with his son.

For the first time since I was a child, Karim slept with me. Not as he
slept with my brother, but as a brother he held me and comforted me. The
next morning he and Papa Ibrahim flew with me to New York. We were met by
an envoy from the mayor's office, who expedited our passage through customs.

We were taken to Police Headquarters where one of the investigators showed
us the knife that he used to open his wrists. All of us recognized it, it
was his prized possession. Papa Ibrahim was the first to speak, "That was
mine, it had been in my family for over three hundred years. I gave it to
Connor in honor of being named his boy's godfather. It was a symbol of our
families joining together."

The investigator asked about the betrayal mentioned in the note. The Amiris
both said it was personal. I rested my hand on Papa Ibrahim's, "He is dead
Papa Ibrahim, he cannot harm me anymore. You are right, his shame is not my
shame." Karim was able to have the recording stopped. The officers
understood when they heard the full story. They agreed it would be listed
in their report as a reaction to personal financial failure.

I could not find a priest who is willing to give him a funeral mass. The
family priest however was willing to say a blessing over his grave in the
family plot In Boston. Father Jack apologized about how I was treated, but
reminded me suicide is still a mortal sin. He told me how the Archdiocese
forbade him from having a funeral mass given the public nature of father's
suicide.

The graveside service was attended by my father's lawyers and others
affiliated with father's lesser holdings. Misty also made an appearance.
She remained in town only long enough to find out father left her nothing.
After a week of crying for my father. Coupled with digging up the wounds of
my mother and brother. I had finally cried myself out, and I was left angry.

We met with the lawyers In charge of father's estate. They were the same
lawyers who let father bleed mother's trust dry. Papa Ibrahim and Karim
helped me prepare and were there to show support. This was my fight.

I was angry and I was fully prepared to let them know just how angry I was.
There was a knock on the door and I asked Karim to let my counsel in. When
the doors opened the color left their faces.

The U.S. Marshals entered the room and served search warrants, All files
for the firm were seized. Several of the attorneys who worked on our trust
left with restrictive jewelry binding their wrists. The government was kind
enough to even provide transportation for them to their new temporary
lodgings.

Karim whispered in my ear, "My sweet and innocent Teddy has grown into a
full American grizzly bear."

Once the men found out that another nation was seeking their extradition
for prosecution, they willingly offered guilty pleas in exchange for no
extradition agreements. I believe someone from the Justice Department just
might have described the entry ritual of Aistislam Al'amal prison to the
men.

A new firm was appointed custodian of Father's estate and the Family Trust.
I requested all of father's estate be liquidated. His professional library
was entrusted to his beloved Harvard. There was nothing I wanted to keep. I
would keep mother's properties including her father's D.C. apartment. The
one she renovated for us boys when we went to college.

Papa needed to return, but I wanted some more time. I asked Papa Ibrahim if
Karim and I could delay a week. He told me keep him for however long I
needed.

We got Papa to the airport and boarded our helicopter. It was a flight to
the only real home I've ever had. Enna and I were mostly raised by nannies
until we were old enough to be shipped of to boarding schools. We were
always near our parents, but we never really lived with them.

Our first real taste of freedom was the apartment in Washington. Enna
followed my lead in defying father. Personally I think he just wanted to be
out from under father's judgemental eye. During the ninety minute flight, I
thought back on the never ending trail of gorgeous hunks who went in and
out of his room during the six months before the crash.

He used to laugh at me in my library studying. He told me, "Teddy, this is
the perfect place and time to fuck without consequences. If you don't start
to live a little, life will pass you right by." I thought to myself, ok
Enna, you win. I got the place and the guy I want, just help me with the
courage.

I was roused from my lusty thoughts by a voice on the headset saying, "This
is your captain speaking. We've been cleared for straight in approach to
the rooftop pad at 2900 K Street. Arrival time will be 7:43 p.m. The local
temperature is 31 degrees." Both of us shivered at the mention of the
temperature.

We were escorted from the pad and through the central tower by the
Concierge. She handed me the keys after she open the door. "We were a bit
rushed, but I believe you will find everything in order. Your luggage has
been stowed exactly as you requested Mr Duncan." I almost turned around to
look for my father.

I had just put a fifty in her hand when Karim stated, "Wrong money Teddy."

I looked down and sure enough it wasn't an American bill. I quickly swapped
the bill out and apologized then I thanked her. She laughed saying it
happens more often than I would think. We went in and true to her words
they were ready for us. The fire was roaring in the entryway and every
fireplace in the place was lit up.

Karim had not seen this home since I remodeled. I had something special
laid out, so I took him the long way around. Ever the practical man, each
time we left a room that had a fireplace he extinguished it. "It is a
hazard, I must protect my Teddy."

Karim gave a quick look over the bar just off of the entryway. Everything
was of course top shelf. There was only one bedroom on the first floor. As
soon as I open the door he smiled and said "Enna!" Mother did not care what
we put on our walls So long as they were framed. My brother took that rule
to perverse extent. With nude male centerfolds on every wall.

After their deaths I just left it alone, aside from the cleaning crew it
was an untouched time capsule. As if I expected to see him walk through the
door make use of it.

As soon as dad was mobile again he was back at work, and I was back at
college. I redecorated and moved into the master suite, but I just couldn't
bring myself to change a thing Enna's room.

Down the hall was the media room, We had many movie nights with Enna's
friends, some of them even less than x-rated. We climbed the grand spiral
staircase to the upper lounge and my library. Often when Enna was
entertaining I would lose myself in my safe space.

Most of the musty old leather bound works were from grandfather's library.
Each time I got good marks in a language class he would give me one of his
loved books. He used to tell me what books were an adventure. To fully
enjoy the trip, you had to know the language they were originally written
in. He considered it sacrilege for someone else "to do the work of
translation. Knowledge must be earned."

Karim asked, "You hear your grandfather's voice now don't you?" I smiled
and nodded and he continued, "My Papa so admired him. He was a man of faith
and a man of letters. But used neither to make anyone feel less than they
were. You share that skill."

Off the library was the office then my old room. All of the character was
stripped out. I set it up as a spare guest suite, just in case father ever
condescended to visiting me at school. On the other side of the library
Once a small bedroom. The family jokingly referred to as "The don't stay
long room." I often thought it would make the perfect nursery.

Down a short hallway was the master bedroom suite. It's wall of glass
looked out over the river and the Capital beyond. Grandfather had a love
affair with windows. There was not a bad view anywhere. Karim silently eyed
the fact that both of our bags were in the room. He spun me around and
pressed his lips to mine. He wrapped his arms around me. When our lips
parted, I smiled and said "Not yet, I have another surprise."

We went back out to the upper lounge and down the main staircase into the
main living room. From the first landing You had a commanding view of the
main living room, with the dining room and kitchen beyond. The table was a
glow with candlelight reflecting off the domed silver trays resting on the
table.

"You feed me as well? How am I going to provide for you when you have
everything?" I gestured to his chair. He sniffed the air, then turned to me
and said, "No, it can't be!" He lifted the tray's lid revealing a barbecue
beef Beltway Burger with curly fries covered with cheese. "THIS, you
remember?"

It was the meal that we all begged for. The governess finally relented,
trudging out to bring back our three sacks of; in her words, "vile
concoctions." Our fathers were in town for some political fundraiser or
another. The three of us boys were dumped at grandfather's old apartment
with an old crone of a governess.

After dumping the food out on the table, she excused herself for the
evening and went down to her apartment. All of the rooms were claimed for
the night, so the three of us boys had to share the downstairs bedroom.

"Do I remember? Of course I remember. We were fifteen, the youngest seniors
in the history of Destiny Academy for Boys. It was winter break and we had
a hot twenty year old Arab stud sleeping with us. Do you remember when I
got sick after eating my burger?" Karim nodded.

"Enna had pulled me aside and told me that the two of you wanted to have
private time in the room. He told me you guys were an item and I didn't
want to intrude on your fun. So I went up to the library and reread
Robinson Caruso. When they got home mom and dad found me sleeping on the
sofa and they put me to bed in the little bedroom."

"If your brother was alive today, I would cane his bottom until it bled. Oh
my sweet boy, my Teddy. Enna lied to you, we most definitely were not an
item, that was our first night together."

We ate our burgers in silence. Like so much of my childhood, it didn't
taste the same. Just before midnight I cleaned the table and put the dishes
into the dishwasher. Karim went into the media room to check on the big
match back home. I know that sounds cold, but one of his brothers was on
the team and he wanted to share the victory. I guess I did to.

When I arrived from the kitchen, he was sprawled out over the sofa. His
shoes were off, as was his dress shirt. He was wearing his silky muscle
black muscle shirt. He held out his hand and pulled me into position.
Sitting between his legs and leaning against him, my back to his belly and
chest. He wrapped his arm around me as if he was clutching a stuffed bear.
Only releasing me to throw his fist in the air for a bad call or pump it in
triumph as his brother's team scored.

During a break I made my move. I shifted straddling his hips. I pressed my
lips to his, parting them hoping to encourage his tongue to come into mine.
He obliged and our tongues intertwined, exploring each other's mouths. I
was burning up, I pulled my polo shirt off tossing it onto his.

My hands slid towards his belt when he stopped me. "I owe my Teddy the full
experience. The thing he was deprived of for so long."

I got one word out "What?"

He pushed me back off his lap then covered my body with his huge frame. He
had leaned over and planted a huge kiss on my lips. It is different when
the other guy drives. I just wilted into the couch, whimpering desperately
kissing him back. I began attacking his muscle shirt trying to pull it off.
In the end he simply grabbed it and tore it in two, exposing his muscular
hairy chest and his rock hard abs. My cock was straining to get free from
my trousers.

He leaned down and started sucking on my nipples and then licked along the
smooth flesh covering my toned abs. I loved it when he stuck his tongue
into my navel, Teasing and nibbling the surrounding flesh. Then he began
licking his way down to the crown of red hair covering the top of my cock.
Then he started all over again.

He was kissing on my chest, ears, my neck and stomach for about ten
minutes. He made mental notes of what made me whimper or groan in delight,
returning to those spots again and again.

His hand was caressing my hard cock. I thought it would bust its way out of
my trousers. He could see the desperation on my face, he knew I needed it
freed from its prison. My head fell back against the arm of the couch as he
continued to work in earnest on my cock.

As he pulled my pants down and off my legs I told him, "Karim, I..." I
swallowed hard, "...this is the first time I've ever had sex with anyone.
The most I've ever done is kiss a guy. Even that was someone who came to
the door and thought I was Enna. Then he rounded the corner and all hell
broke loose."

Karim began laughing. "I know my baby is sweet and innocent. Your brother
must have been quite surprised, walking in on you kissing his date." I
joined in his laughter remembering the absurdity of the moment.

I was leaking so much precum it looked like I peed my underwear. My hands
slid down to try to cover the wet spot. He pulled my hands away. "Oh my
beloved boy, my sweet Teddy. It is all part of the experience. Your body is
telling me it is ready." He knew I was so excited I was going to burst. I
could damn near crack chestnuts with my cock it was so hard.

What's that he grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled them
completely off of me. My almost seven inch uncut rod was exposed to the now
cold air of the room. Once free of my underwear his hand wrapped and warmed
the chilled flesh. He softly kissed the inside of my thigh, just below my
bear nut sack and asked, "Is my baby ready for this?"

I whimpered uh-huh softly as I expected him to lift my legs and plow into
my ass. Instead he damn near brought me to heaven as he wrapped his lips
around my shaft. Serious I was in shock I thought I was going to have a
heart attack. This is something I never thought he would do. Enna once told
me that sex with Karim was one-sided.

I actually let out of surprised yelp when he nipped a little too hard on my
foreskin. Guys who don't have one, don't understand how tender that skin
is. He made up for it by quickly by sinking his lips all the way to the
base of my shaft. The pleasure was so extreme with the suction that he was
applying in addition to the tongue action. I actually shouted for him to
never stop.

I found myself grateful that mother sprung for the rockwool soundproofing
in the walls and floor cavities. My hips began to arch, as his sucking
increased and got his hand involved. It was stroking me softly as he licked
the head like a lollipop.

As he returned to the heavy suction I tried to warn him. I was close.
"Karim, I am soooo close... oh fuck I'm about to.... OH SHIT... I AM
CUMMMIIING!" My body was spasming uncontrollably as he swallowed load after
load my seed. I was gasping for breath. Eventually as I calmed the only
thing I could do was giggle as I rubbed his shoulders praising and thanking
him. "Why on Earth would my brother move on to another after experiencing
that? That was the best thing I have ever felt in my life."

"The answer is simple sweet Teddy, he never did. Back in those days we were
both too selfish. It took me a very long time to grow out of my selfish
phase." The break was over and the match was back on. He pulled me back
into his lap and we resumed cheering for his brother.

Suddenly a thought occurred to me as I thought back on his last three aids.
"Karim, you don't have to answer, but when did you grow out of that selfish
phase again?"

"My sweet boy, I will answer any question you ask of me. I learned about
selflessness from an innocent boy, bound, gagged and willing to go to
prison to save someone he loved."

When the match was over and he saw his brother's team was victorious. He
was super excited. After a few moments his phone rang, it was his brother
ask if he watched the match. "Yes, I saw your corner kick. Your team was
great. I wish I was there in person."

I suddenly felt a pang of selfishness. I was keeping him from his family.
He saw my mood change. "I must go, my little one needs me." He asked me
what was wrong and I told him I'm sorry that I was keeping him from his
family. "You are a part of our family as well. You are the center of my
world, and far more important than any stupid game."

I want him to feel as good as I just felt. "Karim can you teach me more?"

"What can I teach my baby?"

I smiled replied, "Everything, I want to learn everything. I want to do
everything, but only everything with you."

He replied, "I think it is time I took you to bed."

I stood up next to him and held his hand. We started walking towards the
stairs up to the master suite. He stopped me, "No, this way little one." I
told him that was Enna's room. He corrected me. "No, this is your home. You
have claimed every room in it, and repurposed every room in it. With one
exception, that one. I ask one thing of you. Give me the night we could
have... should have had."

We entered the bedroom and he began kissing me again. He dropped his
trousers and sexy briefs to the floor. As I leaned over the bed to turn
down the sheets Karim knelt behind me and kissed both of my bubbled cheeks.
He parted them and started licking on his backside. "Such a beautiful pink
rose."

He stood again putting me in position on the bed. On my knees with my chest
was on the mattress. He had my legs spread wide. As he spread my ass
cheeks, he started to tonguing my tight hole. Just the surface at first
then gently driving in. After five minutes he was able to feed his tongue
deep within me/ then his meaty finger. I was grabbing the sheets begging
for more. I was his and he knew it.

I did really well in biology and physiology, but I never knew much pleasure
one could receive from ass play at the hands of a master. I was amazed at
his self control. I was a whimpering, whining, pleading puddle in his hands
as he licked, sucked, tongued, and nibbled in and around my hole.

At long last he slid two fingers inside my yearning, pleading, but still
yielding flesh. When he saw that I was able to take more, he pushed in a
third, all the while applying more and more lube.

"Is my baby ready? We can still stop."

I looked back with a pleading desperation on my face as I replied, "Karim,
I  am so ready. Please now."

He rolled me over my back and pulled my bottom to the edge of the bed. "I
took Enna face down like a dog. I want to see my baby's gems looking back
at me. I want to see if you are in pain."

He raised my legs up resting them on his shoulders. He lubed up his thick
eight inch shaft. Then began rubbing it against my hole. He leaned in
resting his circumcised cock head directly on my hole. Again he said we
could stop. I shook my head no with a smile. "Teddy this will hurt a little
at first. I will go slow. Let yourself relax. Take deep breaths and push
out. It will start to feel very good, Ok?"

I was nervous but nodded. He started gently pushing the head against the
opening and his cock-head started to slide in. I drew a deep breath as he
slowly pushed the head in. It pinched and I let out a grunt Karim stopped
and applied even more lube. With the little pause I was able to adjust I
grinned up at him asking for more, and he obliged me. Suddenly I felt a
sharp pain as his head snapped inside the ring. Again he stopped to lube
and let me adjust. We repeated the cycle six or seven times.

I was not feeling the sharp pains as he pushed anymore. I was just grinning
up at him. With one more long push I felt his pubes against my hole, then
his balls smacked my ass. I was grinning, but sweat was rolling off of me
as I gasped out. "Karim this is so unbelievable. Please more!"

He leaned in kissing my forehead. "Your wish is my love." With that he
started fucking me hard and deep. I started moaning and trying to push back
as he drove in. I was amazed how quickly I was able to not only take his
cock in my virgin hole, but how fast I desperately needed more of it. It
was as if my ass was a lick and he had the perfect key.

Every-time his cock slid in me it hit something deep in me causing me to
shudder and shake with rapture. If he was trying to make this memorable he
succeeded.

"Karim, when it happens... please cum in me. I was to feel it shoot in me."
 He promised he would, and told me he was close. He too now had sweat
pouring from his brow

I felt his member pulse, at the same time I felt a twitch within me. As I
shot another volley of cum onto my belly, He filled my bottom with his
seed. I knew I was his. He gave me his all, and it was more than enough. As
we fell asleep together, I felt such a sense of peace and completion.

I looked at the walls and no longer saw Enna's hot pink paint and dirty
pictures. It wasn't his any longer. This wasn't his room anymore this
wasn't his home It was mine. I may not live here all the time, but this is
now my place too. It needed paint sandstone I think, no definitely
sandstone.

"Teddy, sleep now."

"Yes, Karim... my heart."