Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2017 19:14:08 -0400
From: Shy Guy <shybottom69@gmail.com>
Subject: Jono's Journey Home Ch. 02 (Gay Male)

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Chapter 2 - A Need For Education

Oh, how I hated that alarm. After one year of sleeping on Government
Issue sheets, this bed was heaven! The silk pajamas where so soft and
cool on my skin, coupled with the at least 2000 thread count Egyptian
cotton sheets. I really didn't want to get up. The phone rang, "Jono,
you outta that rack yet?"

"Nessa, Puhleeeeeease can I get 5 more minutes...." I whined.

"Right there with you slut puppy. But, we gotta get moving if we want
breakfast Taz."

"Breakfast is overrated. But gimme 10 minutes and I'll meet you at the
elevator, and Nessa, stop calling me slut puppy." I went to the door
to see if my laundry returned. When I saw it was, I stowed it away
quickly. I looked at the clock and went into panic mode. I took a 3
minute shower, squared away a fresh short-sleeve shirt. Dressed and
checked my gig line as I dashed to the elevator. As usual Vanessa was
5 minutes late. I looked at my watch and mockingly scowled as she
approached.

"Jono my sweet little 'SP' not one word. Let's get some chow. You have
got to be starving." I pleaded with her to please stop calling me
that. "Jono, sweetie, we have to meet with the quartermaster and
requisition a sense of humor for you." She playfully pecked my cheek,
"Thanks again for the 'food' save last night hun." We had a good meal
and headed down to the parking garage to catch the bus to the site.

We entered the briefing room, and grabbed our cups of crew life's
blood, aka coffee. Given last night was so short I would be living on
this stuff today. We settled into our seats. Captain Nelson approach
the podium and began, "The grip and grins are over it's time to get to
work. Before we begin there are two assignment changes. A1C Banks, the
host nation has requested you be re-posted to Riyadh. Their folks are
having trouble with manual load times on the 407-L system. Your DO
confirmed you have 'wicked awesome' training skills in that regard. I
need to get them near the standard 30 minutes they are currently
averaging 60 to 90 minutes. I know you're not an AST, maybe we can fix
that while you are here."

I responded "Yes sir!" and sat down.

"Tech Sergeant Sasquamo, sorry to say that means I need you in Al
Kharj. I understand you are a master of manual operations, I could
really use your skills there."

For all his bluster about knowing all "my tells," Sasquatch really
sucks at poker. He shouted out in mock disappointment, "Whatever the
Air Force needs sir!" Then he turned and shot me a happy grin.

Vanessa was so happy; her nails were actually digging into my arm.

Then we got down to the meat and potatoes of why we were there. The
tech briefings went on for a couple of hours and then our good Captain
returned to the podium with the safety briefing.

"Ladies under no circumstances do you go out in public without an
escort, long sleeves and full length skirt. While the burqa that was
issued is not mandatory, it is highly encouraged. A1C Banks stand-up"
I stood "Anyone who looks like him does not go out in public without
an escort, trousers, shirt with long sleeves and a tie or band
collar." Vanessa saw the confused look on my face in addition to the
blush filling my cheeks and mouthed the words 'slut puppy!'

Apparently my blush then turned into a deep maroon against my light blue shirt.

At that point the good Captain said, "Outstanding, I see some tactless
fool has informed Jono why. It's a different culture people and there
are some here who would prize an attractive American woman, or a
skinny pale blonde kid as a trophy. Covering exposed skin will protect
you from two things; skin cancer and those who would prey on you. Sit
down Jono before the blood loss from that blush gets you dizzy and you
fall down!" The room erupted in laughter as I sunk back into my chair.

"Those of you who have food allergies that can cause anaphylaxis raise
your hand. I will encourage you before you leave today to get with
Jono about local foods you may want to avoid. When in doubt ask before
you eat. Jono, can you do some restaurant order flash cards for each
of them saying 'Severe Allergies, does this contain _____.'"

I replied, Yes sir."

He then went after Nessa, "Those of you who have allergies that can
cause anaphylaxis and have forgotten their epi-pens at their primary
duty station keep your hands up." Vanessa's hand was the only one that
stayed up. "AH, my favorite tactless fool... You Sarge have earned a
trip to the dispensary. There you will be issued two epi-pens and a
handy carrier. The rest of you go get some lunch across the way at the
combined mess."

As soon as the Captain cleared the door with Nessa, I was ambushed by
four very nervous eaters. Taking each, one at a time through the
serving line, I pointed out foods they should avoid based on their
specific allergy. I also told them how to ask if food contained their
allergen, I wrote it down on cards for each of them to show restaurant
staff while ordering. I told them keep the cards close and use them
whenever ordering because some foods can vary between regions. For
example, Kabsa most of the time contains pine nuts, but on occasion
cashews or almonds are substituted.

Once that was done, I was about to put myself through the line. I
performed a brisk 'about face' slamming straight into the chest of the
person standing behind me. The mess hall erupted in laughter. Based on
the smell alone I knew who it was. "I am so sorry Captain Hassan. I am
running out of feet," I then looked up. I loved the confused look on
his face. "I keep trying to start off on the right foot with you and I
keep screwing it up."

He smiled, "My fault entirely I was standing too close. I wanted to
watch you teach your betters. Is that your technique?"

"Not quite, for operations I prefer using the tried-and-true
demonstration performance method. In this case it boils down to I have
knowledge they need to survive. I knew I had their absolute attention.
Still, I can't imagine going through life with that constant thought
that the next bite of food could kill me, especially since I have to
eat so often."

"I agree. Jono, would you mind if I dined with you. I have questions
on your training style and if we can help get our peoples load times
up towards yours."

I laughed, "This is gonna sound like a boast, and it isn't. Even
Vanessa can't get to my level. I have several unfair advantages. I
have nimble fingers, I am rated at typing 175 to 200 words per minute,
and I commit the software load to memory." He smiled and we loaded our
trays. As we walked to the table, I felt like I was such a child next
to him.

His first name Tamam meant "generous" or "perfection" clearly he was
the latter. His butt cheeks looked like two hams wiggling in the same
gunny sack. Wait that was a weird thought. Why am I calling another
dude's physique perfection? Why do I keep losing myself into his eyes?
Why the hell does he look so familiar? It must be the lack of sleep.

As we ate he asked how we could improve his people's load times. I
told him that was probably a matter of motivation, not intelligence. I
went on, "When our unit started using me to help train the ASOs and
ASTs manual loading 6 months ago the load times improved. No one likes
being shown up by an E-2, with only 6 months on active duty.
Especially one who looks like me."

I chuckled "Now that I'm a 'mighty' E-3 that may change but, I doubt
it. We also chose to deviate from the technical order and make manual
loading a two person job to eliminate single point failures. One
person enters the data and the other must verify it. That may be
something you might want to try in the future. In addition once
everyone is sure of their own jobs you might want to look at cross
certifying them. It will give you increased operational flexibility."

The Captain thanked me for my insights. At that point Vanessa and
Captain Nelson returned from the dispensary. They brought their trays
over to our table. I must admit I was a little disappointed that I was
losing this alone time. Was that a weird thought? Nope chalk it up to
being introverted and the group growing.

Captain Nelson thanked me for assisting the other allergy sufferers.
"It worked out for the best." I replied, "It gave the Captain Hassan
an opportunity to see my training style with superiors and a chance to
test some of my boasts." I looked at Nessa "I think we may want to
take the approach we took in Basdahl. I glanced at a few of the
training files the Captain has been flipping through. I assumed you
were testing my eidetic memory claim?" OH MY GOODNESS HE BLUSHED, with
the blood rushing into his cheeks he was either embarrassed about
getting caught or getting pissed that I overstepped my bounds, again.

"You could read those files, in Arabic, upside down, and from across
the table?" He asked.

"Please forgive me sir, I could read it upside down and from across
the table if it was written in ancient Persian or Semitic cuneiform.
If I went too far I am sorry."

"Well Jono, I will have to tell my fellow Saudi's to remember their
coversheets. There is nothing to forgive you did warn me about your
memory."

Vanessa chimed in, "Jono's security clearance had to be raised almost
as soon as he got to the squadron. The wing commander forgot to use
his cover sheets. Jono only saw the document for a second or two, and
read back the entire report to him. He then went on to point out flaws
in their plans and outdated information. Now he serves in the
intelligence section of the unit's battle staff. He is very likely to
become our squadron's Airspace Management Coordinator or work in the
MPC when he makes E-4 Senior Airman.

I blushed and continued my assessment. "I would like to bruise their
egos a bit. Create a little friendly competition among the Saudi
trainees and I. Once they see how fast the load should be done by
someone, they already look upon as a child. It will prick their
machismo and drive them harder. I have no doubt most, if not all, will
hit the twenty minute mark. This approach does tend to ruffle feathers
Captain; I might need someone running interference."

Captain Hassan replied, "I believe your Senior Director can do that with ease."

I responded with a traditional "Yes sir."

"Airman Banks, Captain Hassan is your SD. You, Sgt Gilmore, and I are
his day shift Air Surveillance training team. We have certified Saudi
Search Scope Operators already available here. That is why I had you
slated for Al Kharj. I hate to admit that would have been a waste.
Now, you can focus on training for your own AST qualifications while
you co-instruct the Saudi ASOs and ASTs with Vanessa and I. Once you
are certified, Captain Hassan has approved Vanessa to start training
to be a Senior Director Technician."

I was doing an internal happy dance. Do to your security clearance I'm
going to be using use you as my acting Intel NCO and classified
runner. Add to that with your linguistic skills, I will likely be
using you heavily for diplomatic encounters. We will be going to
Embassy row quite a lot. You will find among the various embassies the
famous 'day that ends in y party' is quite common. For these events
you will be required to have a mess dress."

I quickly replied, "That might be an issue sir, junior enlisted people
are not issued mess dress. I do have my semi-formal, will that be
sufficient?" He nodded.

Several days passed and training was going along well. I had read and
committed the local software package to memory, to the amazement of
the civilian contractors. I failed to share that information with my
fellow trainees, thus ensuring that I was always a step ahead of them.
I was right; it was risky to bruise their egos, but nothing that
couldn't be controlled. Captain Hassan and Captain Nelson had no
trouble stepping in when tempers started to get a little out of
control. By the end of the first week even the slowest trainee got his
time down to 40 minutes, and the rest hit the 30 minute mark. My AST
training was going well. Vanessa said I was ready for my eval
(evaluation). However recommended I sit on it for a week or so. Get
the host nation trainees out first.

Each day had become the same routine. Breakfast, the bus ride to the
base, two training sessions in the morning, a third after lunch (or
evals), 2 hours for paperwork, and we ended the day with a group
meeting of the instructors. We discussed the status, strengths, and
weaknesses of each trainee. We also discussed problems that we had to
get around. Then we would get back on the bus ride back to the hotel,
get dinner, go to bed and start it all over again.

I had accompanied Captain Nelson to several Embassy functions, and was
becoming quite popular amongst the various allied embassies respective
staffs. The highlight of my days however, seemed to center around
lunch times. It was almost as if Captain Hassan was going out of his
way to dine with me. I was so grateful every weekend was a three-day
weekend. Because we were a hybrid crews we had every Friday, Saturday,
and Sunday off to accommodate both cultures. The tradeoff was the need
for longer workdays during the week.

Thursday, morning training went long, and I was one of the last people
seated in the instructor's lunchroom. Fortunately for me Captain
Hassan continued what had become a daily ritual as he sat down at my
table. He wanted to let me know there were in fact some Saudi troops
complaining about a tiny child teaching them.

He smiled, "Your plan is working well. After just two weeks everyone
was under 30 minutes. On top of that impressive fact, a few of the
primary crew is certified. The Command and NATO staffs are very
pleased. Oh, and I have this for you from our supply sergeant." As the
last instructor departed, he slid a new star headset package to me.
"You shouldn't have to be pulling a headset out of the equipment
locker. They so rarely work the first time." The headset was the same
type used by the weapons cell. Everyone in the surveillance cell
coveted them.

I smiled, "Thank you for the headset. As for the trainees, my goal was
to get them under 20 minutes before their evals. With the next group
I'll start doing a little more praise and make it more of a positive
game. The complaints should fade from here on. Instead of competing
with me they will start competing with each other."

"I would like to know more of this game play, Jono. Perhaps we could
discuss it over dinner."

"I would like that sir." His first middle name, Aza meant 'comfort,'
how appropriate. Whenever I talked to him I wasn't nervous like other
senior officers made me, it was odd. It was as if we connected, it was
very comfortable and pleasant. "When would you like to meet in the
hotel restaurant?"

He smiled, "Jono, since you have arrived in my city you have seen the
hotel, a few stuffy embassies, and this base. I think it is time you
see my city. Do you have any civilian clothes with you?" I told him
just a couple pairs of 501 jeans and a couple dress shirts. He shook
his head then smiled and touched my hand, "We can fix that. I will
collect you at 6 for a bit of shopping and a late supper."

He put his fist under my chin and raised my head up. Without warning
he leaned in and tenderly kissed my forehead. I know kisses could mean
many things and a kiss on the forehead was normally showing that you
were cared for. I was confused by his action. I blushed a deep red and
dropped my head. All I could think of was to finish the conversation.

"Sorry about the clothes, sir." Sight unseen what I had was not
acceptable. I should have been angry but I wasn't.

The eval team had the ops center for the afternoon. The unaffected
trainees were released for the weekend. Vanessa and I got a jump on
our paperwork and I used the extra time to prepare for my eval by
rereading manuals, regulations, and orders I had read a dozen times
already. In other words, I was wasting time. I was enjoying the
silence alone with mamma bear. She broke the silence playfully, "Baby
bear, what's going on. It's been an hour and a half; we are so far
behind on gossip."

"Jus thinkin Nessa."

"Spill it Taz, what's going on?" she demanded.

"Someone wants to take me to dinner to talk about the Saudi's training plan."

Her eyebrow cocked on one side, "Could that someone be a certain Saudi
field officer with a penchant for blonde boys in silk jammies?" I
blushed. "I will take that as a yes, please continue..."

"It's not like that. Now that the guys have the basic skills down, he
is curious about team building." I replied defensively.

"Sweetie, if it was just about training, he would be in here..."

"He is busy supporting the evals."

"You know what I mean. Jono, I love you like a brother, but you are so
blissfully naive... If you keep taking everything at face value you're
gonna end up alone, or saddled to a pushy jerk who makes all the
choices for you. When you grab your headset from the equipment locker
almost every pair of Saudi eyes, and a few of the Air Force ones, are
on that cute little bubble butt of yours. That includes Hassan. Just
be careful I don't want you hurt. The most the Air Force can do is
court-martial you and throw you out. Remember here they 'can' and do
imprison and occasionally kill people caught in homosexual acts in
this city. Riyadh, while beautiful, is the single most conservative
city in the whole country."

 A chill ran down my spine, I nodded and she hugged me. "Trust me this
IS a date. He is really digging you. Hell, Jono, he is even pumping me
for Intel on you. Sergeant Dennis told me, he pulled YOUR emergency
contact sheet from the orderly room. I'll stop by and help you get
ready. If I am right, you should find a way to warn him about your
little 'issues.' I have to get a few things you will need, be back
soon."

I almost asked what things, and then I remembered Vanessa knows
everything. I smiled and returned to my reading materials. Ten minutes
later she returned with her purse clasp straining. I raised an eyebrow
in confusion. "Don't be so nosy, you'll see later. The Operations
Director just approved our early departure. Let's catch the bus or the
duty driver." We stowed the classified materials, locked the safes,
and dashed for the transportation building.

The whole ride back I was lost in thought. Was Vanessa right about
Hassan's intentions? I was excited, but nervous and confused at the
same time. Was I gay, straight, or something in between. It was true;
I was interested in Hassan and eagerly looked forward to seeing him,
when he spent time with me my world stopped.

Was what I thought I felt with Vanessa just a close friendship,
extreme gratitude, fantasy, or infatuation? Sexuality often confused
me. In school I was always the little kid who didn't fit in, or the
dorky big brain in the tiny body. No one ever expressed interest in my
physically. I lived most of my life friend-zoned by one person or
another. It sucked but I eventually came to accept the fact I would
probably have a celibate life.

Nessa came up to my room shortly after we returned to the hotel. I
looked at her and shared my concerns. I confessed the fact that when I
was tutoring the jocks back in high school, I sometimes had desires.
Vanessa always dropped those not so little hints that she questioned
my sexuality and I was curious how she knew if I didn't.

Vanessa answered my concerns and questions. "Jono, did I ever tell you
about my brothers?" I shook my head; I always thought she was an only
child. "Okay, story time sweetie." She patted the mattress next to her
for me to sit down. "I come from a family of 5. I'm the baby of my
family, just like you. The three of us kids were born a little more
than a year apart. My folks were very religious people. You know real
bible thumpers. They were constantly dragging us to one church meeting
or another.

One Sunday afternoon Cal finally snapped. That day, he didn't just
come out of the closet; he took a ten pound sledgehammer to that
sucker. He told my folks he had enough hearing how his 'lifestyle
choice' was a sin and damning him to hell. My dad freaked out, there
was shouting, it got ugly, and dad threw him out of the house. I
haven't seen or heard from him since. Richie was the middle kid. He
was sweet, smart, talented, and so very shy. You remind me of him so
much."

She hugged on me. "Richie idolized Cal, the way I idolized Richie.
When dad threw Cal out, something inside Richie just broke. Richie had
been dating a guy for almost a year before Cal started dating guys. He
was too terrified to tell anyone he was gay. He hid his secret from
everyone but me. His boyfriend was one of Cal's classmates. Alex was
out, loud, and proud. Alex hated hiding their love and gave Richie a
very 'douchie' ultimatum to come out or he would leave him. Richie saw
no way out, so he made his own after taking dad's gun."

I put my arms around her. She didn't have to complete that thought.
"Jono, I love you like my brothers and never want you in the position
where you think there is no other option. As to how I know about your
sexuality, I don't know if you are gay, but I have learned to trust my
gut. This is for you," as she opened her purse and handed me a paper
bag from the dispensary. "Go into the bathroom, use this, or don't, it
is your choice. If you do, follow the instructions on the boxes. Then
shower, try the sandalwood scented soap, I think you will like it.
I'll be out here seeing what kind of outfit we can pull together..."

When I got into the bathroom I started laying the contents on the
counter. Each was labeled using grease pencil. Damn, she thought of
everything. I knew how the enema/douche bag should work thanks to all
of the months in the hospital and my chronic bowel obstructions thanks
to all of the pain meds. "Need help Sweetie?"

I replied, "Sadly no, I know how all this works."

"Jono honey, two pairs of 501s and a couple dress shirts are NOT a
wardrobe!" After the fourth enema, clean clear water dumped into the
toilet. Trusting Nessa, I grabbed her 'soap choice' and jumped into
the shower. It was a good choice, it smelled great. When I stepped out
of the shower I heard, "Dry your body, put on your robe and get out
here."

I reached for my cologne, "Touch that fucking Halston I'll break your
fingers!" How did she know? When I stepped out she grabbed my hand and
led me to the desk chair. She grabbed my brush and started sweeping my
hair back... The terrors of the past struck again, I was in full panic
mode! When those terrors arrive my voice begins to stammer.

I put my hands up, grabbing hers trembling "N-no... not that way."

"What's wrong babe? It shows more of your beautiful face. You
shouldn't hide it."

"It shows my sc-scars. I w-will look like a fr-freak."

She pulled me up and hugged me, then led me to the full length mirror.
As she stroked my hairline she spoke softly, "Oh my sweet Jono, those
itty-bitty lines are barely visible. The surgeon did an outstanding
job. Hon, what do you see in the mirror?"

I glanced then dropped my gaze down. "I am broken, this is st-stupid,
no one is gonna want me. He will take one look, and la-laugh, or worse
he's gonna recoil in fear..." I was shaking and tears were streaming
down my face as she put her finger to my lips. She pulled my head down
and kissed my forehead. She untied the belt of my robe, then stepped
behind me and let the robe fall to the floor.

"Jono, look up. What do you see?"

Trying to make light of the situation I said, "I see a hairless tiny
dicked Chihuahua." The joke earned me her annoyed look, so I answered
honestly. "I see a monster, a scarred up man, who is trapped in a
child's body."

She wrapped her arms around me pulling me close. Then looking into the
mirror over my shoulder she said, "Here is what I see honey. I see a
beautiful young man in pain. A man who cares for others more than
himself. A man who was pushed too far, too fast by life and is still
standing. A man anyone would be proud to call friend or lover." She
turned me away from the mirror and hugged me close. "Lastly
sweetheart, if he does reject you, I will personally rip his nuts off
and feed them to him! Trust me that is not going to happen. Let's
finish getting you ready." Then she kissed my head again and brought
me back to the chair.

She teased my hair into soft spikes, "If you like it, we can cut and
shape it later." Once that was done I had to admit it did look nice.
For the first time in years I barely noticed my surgical scars. Nessa
laid out my jeans, and my black Nehru collar shirt. She said the white
shirt would make me disappear and to it save it for embassy parties.
Whereas the black one would make my face stand out. Gee that's the
last thing I wanted. "Okay Jono, I got this just after I saw that
spark between you two. I think you'll like this better than that
stinky Halston." She pulled out a small bottle and sprayed my face and
neck. "If I am right, it should blend nicely with his scent."

She had me stand again, and then looked me over from top to bottom.
"Jono, it still needs something." She ran to her room and came back
with a small necklace with a crescent moon medallion. She put it over
the band collar and the moon dangled on my sternum. Vanessa then said
"Perfect" and kissed me on my cheek.

She went to my phone and forwarded it to her room. "Just in case
you're not back for bed check. Have fun sweetie; call me when you get
back."

I was so very nervous when I made it to the lobby. I had seen the
piano several times. I have learned to ask before touching anyone's
instrument. As I approached the desk I was greeted with the usual
smile and, "Mr. Banks, how can I help you today?"

"Is it okay if I play a bit of classical music on the piano? It has
been a few weeks and I miss it. If the quality is not good enough just
hold up a hand and I will stop."

He smiled and agreed. "Please, no western 'pop' music." I played a few
short pieces he smiled and nodded okay, then went back to his tasks. I
was almost finished with Chopin's Nocturne when the Captain entered
the lobby. To my surprise he almost walked past me. I cleared my
throat, "Captain?"

He spun around in surprise. "Jono, that is magnificent. I didn't know
you could play that well." How on Earth did he know I played piano at
all?

"Thank you, you have a forgiving ear. Not everything makes it into a
service jacket. I prefer to play the cello, but I have never been able
to walk away from a grand piano. It is difficult to travel in the
military with a piano and cello in your duffle bag." As we walked past
the desk I thanked the clerk for letting me play. He smiled and
nodded.

Tamam said, "I like what you've done to your hair. It looks better."

As we approached the valet station I dropped my head again. "Was I
supposed to meet you outside? I am so sorry."

"No, I had assumed that I would collect you from your room. This was
far better. After all, I was able to hear you play." I smiled and
blushed.

There was the sound of screeching tires as a black sedan with dark
tinted windows approached. The valet hopped out and presented the keys
to the Jaguar to the Captain. Captain Hassan escorted me to the
passenger side and opened the door for me. As we sped away from the
hotel, I swear he was accelerating so fast he missed every other gear.
It was like being in a rocket ship.

It was at that moment I realized I really had to know. "Captain could
you pull over for a second."

He stopped the vehicle on the side of the road. "Are you feeling ill?"
He thought I was going to throw up, I still might.

"No sir. All of this is very new to me and if I am misunderstanding
please forgive me. Tonight's dinner is not about discussing the
training plan is it?"

He rested his hand on my thigh and said, "I admit, I am hoping for more."

I swallowed hard I knew this was the moment Vanessa warned me of. I
had to tell him. I asked him to turn on the dome light. I showed him
the scars in my hairline. Then he turned the light off. "The crash did
a little more to me than just take my family." I put my hand on his I
wanted him to feel how nervous I was. "The impact caused a few cranial
fragments to transect my pituitary gland. This resulted in a lack of
hormones being produced. Specifically th-the hormones that control..."
 My voice dropped to a shamed whisper, "...puberty. Some things, like
body hair, never fully developed.

I'm not telling you this to make you n-nervous, or for p-pity you just
deserve to know. I've never b-been with anyone EVER. No one has ever
expressed interest in me. I don't know what you're looking for. I just
wanted you to know what I cannot give. If you're still interested in
me, I want to learn from you. If not, y-you can take me back to the
hotel, without recriminations."

He slid his hand up my abdomen and chest and softly cupped my right
cheek turning my face towards his. "Beautiful, intelligent, and
honorable; Jono, I wish to only show you love and pleasure, nothing
more. We will go as slowly as you wish, and I will never force you to
do anything, or harm you in any way." His hand slipped from my cheek
to the back of my neck and pulled my lips to his. His lips were warm
and soft. His soft chin strap beard prickled and softly scraped my
face. I never expected such passion from just a kiss, he didn't even
use tongue. He released his hold and smiled at my contorted frame.
"Sit up, and adjust your seatbelt. We have reservations.

"Sir, we could grab falafel and go straight to your place for all I
care right now." gasping for breath.

"Jono, in uniform it is Captain or sir. Like this I am Tamam or Tam.
As to your novel suggestion of falafel, I do not wish to precede that
quickly. You are a precious treasure and deserve to be pampered, and
won. I promised to show you my city, and that is precisely what I will
do this weekend. I will show you my city, and my home."

"Tamam, you had me at pajamas." He laughed. "Exactly how did you get
pajamas that fit me so well at midnight?"

"Be patient Jono and you will see."

"Wait, did you say all weekend? I have to call Vanessa; she is going
to try covering my bed check tonight. I don't know if she can do it
all weekend."

He laughed, "There will be no bed checks. Your Captain understands
where you will be, and with whom." He saw my look of panic. "Don't
worry he cannot turn you in, without turning himself in as well."

The light came on, "I am such an idiot! He is seeing Lt Nejem! If
Vanessa figures it out, she is gonna be pissed."

"Jono, first, how did you figure this out? Second why will the
Sergeant be angry?"

"Tamam, you may wish to warn the Captain to put his necklace with
'star' written in hieroglyphics on a longer neck chain, I believe
Nejem is Arabic for 'star'. As for Nessa, it means she is the only one
not with someone. That and the fact she is kinda crushing on Capt
Nelson." We laughed.

In about 15 minutes we were in the center of the city as we pulled up
in front of a store. Clearly, this was not for dinner. I noticed the
logo on the sign in the window was the same as the logo on the box
that contained my pajamas. Tamam led me inside. The shop owner smiled
and approached Tamam and greeted him warmly, I was ignored.

Tamam pointed in my direction and spoke very fast. I heard something
about riding pants, shirts, boots and shoes. Three assistants slipped
into the room and pulled me to a standing riser. They then started
taking measurements from all angles and hollering out to the fourth
man who was taking notes. I had enough! "Sir, what's going on? I have
been buying my own clothes for years now."

Tamam waved them away and approached he held my chin and said, "Little
one, this is how things are done here. This is my personal tailor. He
does not fit westerners in this shop. They are doing this for me.
Please do not embarrass me. Tomorrow we will be going to my family's
home in the country. I must make sure you are ready for everything.
Trust me little one."

I smiled dropped my head and replied softly, "Sir, I am sorry. Would
it help them to know I am half Arabian?" I batted my long thick
eyelashes at him. Tamam stepped back laughing.

The measurements must have been completed because I was led to a soft
blue wing back chair next to Tamam. He was sitting chatting with the
owner. My military training kicked in as I sat next to him silently.
My stomach growled so loud both heard it. I looked at Tamam and
whispered, "Ana asef..." The owner smiled as if I had said something
cute.

Tamam asked, "Jono, when was the last time you ate?"

I hung my head, "Lunch at noon with you, sir. I usually eat dinner at
1700. I'm sorry sir; I should have had a snack when you said late
supper."

The owner spoke to Tamam, and he nodded.

Moments later a small plate of dates and figs were set on a table next
to me. With a champagne flute filled with apple juice and sparkling
water. I dropped my gaze to the table and said thank you. I asked,
"Tamam is this someone's meal? I don't wanna take food away from
someone else." Again he and the owner laughed.

The owner said in English, "No little one, you are not my first
customer who has come in with a hollow belly. But you are by far the
most charming..." He added, "Like most Arab boys." I blushed bright
red as I turned my head back to Tamam. He rifled his fingers through
my hair then returned to selecting outfits for me. Note to self: watch
your tongue. Many speak English here, they just choose not to. Who
knew they were French, I mused.

The mood changed. I apparently had endeared myself to the owner as he
started asking me for input. The dominant color Tamam chose for me was
white. I looked at him and told him I would wear it, if it pleased him
but, I told him I tend to disappear in white. The owner agreed and had
one of the boys bring out a fabric sample book. Tamam asked what my
favorite colors were. My favorite was the light reddish brown (like a
camel), greens, and blues of all shades.

Tamam asked, "Jono, do you ride?"

"Would that be horses or motorcycles? I have ridden both since I could
walk, sir."

"I was speaking of horses. But, it is good to know about the
motorcycles. Back to the horses Western or English tack."

"Both, but I prefer Western sir. Both at my family's and the
Ghorbani's ranch we had international customers, requiring us to train
the horses to handle both types of tack.

"You will be using English on our horses." He then told the owner
something about silk linings

"Is this where you got those wonderful jammies?"

The owner replied with pride, "Indeed he did, little one. You are most
fortunate that I had some children's sizes available. Did you prefer
the royal blue or the jade?"

"The jade sir. I wear blue all day, the change was nice. Thank you so
much for opening so late and delivering them to the hotel." Tamam
rifled my hair again. I guess I was talking too much again.

I smiled and went back to munching on the figs, and dates, and sipping
my Saudi champagne. After about an hour or so the boys zipped into the
room with an ensemble. They whisked me behind a screen to change. I
was down to my government-issue boot camp skivvies. I realized even
those had to go when a pair a very sheer black jockeys came over the
screen. Tamam thought of everything. He wanted this weekend to be
special. The aqua band collar shirt came over next followed by the
softest wool trousers. I put Vanessa's necklace over the shirt. I then
stepped from behind the screen.

Tamam smiled at first until he saw the chain. He stepped forward and
removed it. He held his hands towards my eyes saying, "These are the
only jewels you need." He asked for a box for the chain. Again I was
ushered back to the wing-back chair and silky, sheer, black dress
socks were placed on my feet. They were followed by a pair of butter
soft leather shoes that replaced my Wellington Boots with the 2 inch
heels. I wondered to myself if they had platforms, but, wisely kept
that thought in my head.

I was feeling overwhelmed by his generosity. He looked at me and
asked, "What is wrong little one. Do you not like them?"

"No sir, I love it all but, it's too much."

He smiled and whispered in my ear, "Jono, you are worth it, this and
so much more. It gives me joy to make you happy." I blushed.

My old clothes were folded neatly and put in a bag and presented to
me. The owner put the box with Vanessa's chain in the bag.

The owner smiled and presented me a bundle which contained four more
pairs of silk jammies 1 in burgundy, 1 in Jade, and 2 in light reddish
brown (the color of camels.) "Please take these, with my complements.
You are always welcome in my shop, sweet prince." I looked at Tamam
who smiled and nodded. The two of them continued their discussion. I
heard something about a morning delivery. I think Tamam said that
would be acceptable.

We then returned to the Jag. I looked up the street to see if anyone
was watching. Then I turned in my seat and kissed Tamam softly on the
cheek and thanked him so much for making me feel so special.

"You did very well. I have never seen Hamza ever warm to a Westerner.
You have made me proud." He reached over and grabbed the back of my
neck again and pulled me into a tight passionate kiss. His tongue
slipped through my lips as my mouth opened to accept it. His wrestled
mine to submission; it wasn't much of a fight. My back had arched, and
my legs, came up, curled, twisted, and were touching my bottom. When
we broke our embrace he looked at me and asked, "How can you twist
that manner?"

"Years and years of gymnastics my Lion. That is what Asad means
doesn't it, Lion? Have I been your prey this whole time?"

"Indeed you are correct young Jono. However, I believe it is you who
are the predator who has ensnared my heart. I have a question for you.
You have taken the time to learn what my name means. Does your name
have meaning? I have tried asking everyone, what does Jono mean? No
one has been able to answer me." I laughed. He looked at me as if I
was mocking him.

"Please, Tam it is just a funny story. I have never told anyone, not
even Vanessa." There was a look of pleasure that spread across his
face. He would have something of mine to share with me alone. "In the
Banks line traditionally they named their children after the
grandparents. My brother was named Mikaeel Ezekiel after both our
grandfathers.

When I came along, my mother was positive I was a girl. She carried me
high through the whole pregnancy. So it was decided I would be named
after her mother Joseffa and my father's mother Noorjahan. When I was
born and I had that extra little bit of equipment, suddenly the name
didn't work. I was told father looked into my eyes and he saw his
mother's eyes looking back. They decided to just shorten my
grandmother's names to the first two letters, Jo No Banks. The nurse
made a mistake on the birth certificate and combined the two names
together without a middle name. So technically my name means 'One
under a lucky star' and 'Light of the world'." I laughed and he
smiled.

Tamam kissed me softly, "It fits. Now sit up again, so I can get you
fed." With that we sped deeper into town. People in this town drive
insane. I think the most common driving tool is the horn, and they use
it extremely well, and often. We pulled up to an older structure and
he announced we are here. He passed his keys to the valet as we came
in the building and entered the elevator. He pulled out a key and
turned it.

We ascended to the top floor. "Dinner is on the roof terrace." The
elevator doors opened to a large marble hall surrounded by darkness.
He strode confidently to a doorway and opened it. There was a narrow
staircase going up to the roof. The door at the top of the stairs
opened to a huge low walled terrace ringed with potted trees looking
out over the old part of the city with a curtain of stars stretching
over us. There was a low table in the middle of the Terrace with two
reclining benches on either side of it. The scene was so opulent and
breathtakingly lovely, I actually gasped. Fine Persian rugs of red and
gold were strewn about the terrace.

"Tamam, it is so beautiful!" I gushed.

Tamam clapped his hands loudly and servers emerged from another
stairwell and started loading the table with exotic foods and drink.
It reminded me of all those goofy old Hollywood pictures Mom and I
would watch together when I was a kid.

While they were preparing for us, Tamam rested his hand on the small
of my back, and walked me around the perimeter of the terrace so that
I may see the entire city, his city. It's awkward walking with a man
who can cradle your head in his armpit. The amber glow of the city
lights stretched out for what seemed forever, until their lights
kissed the stars held within the black satin like field of the sky. It
was difficult to see where the ground ended and the sky began. It
reminded me of home on the Gulf Coast. The terminator between the sea
and sky looked similar. When I heard the door closed, we turned around
to find we were alone with candles lit all on every horizontal
surface.

I looked up at Tamam and thought about kissing him but couldn't get
around the height difference. He sensed my desire as I stood on my tip
toes; he bent down to meet my lips. I suddenly understood why Vanessa
wore the 10" stilettos on dates. "Heals next time, I have to wear
shoes or boots with heals or lifts. Or you will hurt your neck." He
smiled and led me to the table.

"Have you ever eaten in the reclining fashion?" I shook my head no.
"Then I will just have to lay behind you and help you." The sneaky
bugger I thought. It was a highly sensual experience having him
putting bite fulls of food in my mouth. While he spooned in behind me.
The heat from his groin was practically baking my ass. I could feel
the contents of his pants swell and shift through the well-tailored
trousers.

After 20 or 30 minutes I rolled my head to the side to face him,
"Tamam, how long have you been planning this?"

"Ever since the first time I saw you in the hotel; when I got you
angry and saw that fire in your spirit."

"Am I correct to assume this is your terrace and this event was catered for me?"

"Jono, you are half correct. This is my family's home when we are in
the city. The food was prepared by our staff that lives in their own
quarters down the other stairwell." I looked up into his eyes smiling.
"I take it you are no longer hungry."

"Tamam, it is you who are now half correct. I am still most hungry
but, not for the wonderful food."

I leaned back and tilted my head to receive his lips again. As they
almost touched mine, he replied, "Not here my sweet boy. Please come
follow me." He denied ME again! I am never going to lose my damn
cherry. He rose and held out his hand to help me to my feet. We then
walked down the narrow staircase to the marble entryway he tapped a
light switch next to the stairs and the apartment lit up. He touched
it again and the lights softened and dimmed. The furniture was modern,
masculine, and large in scale, it all reflected Tamam so well.

We continued on into the master suite. The furniture was again
oversized, centering on the largest four-poster bed I had ever seen.
The carved posts were each at least a foot wide and depicted some kind
of ancient battle. There was a lattice suspend at the top of the
corner posts filled with mirrors in the top of the canopy. The height
of the mattress was also set to his level. I felt like a small child
who sees his parent's bed for the first time.

Tamam spun me to face him, pinning my lower back between him and the
bed. I tried to figure out the geometry of what we were hoping to do.
I couldn't wrap my head around the almost foot and a half size
difference between us. He saw the desire, confusion, and doubt on my
face. He put his right hand under my chin in tilted my head slowly
backwards as he bent down to seal his lips over mine.

All of the hows and whys faded in the passion of the moment. I was
moaning and whimpering as he slowly opened one button at a time on my
shirt until it fell open. He slid it off my shoulders and let it fall
to the floor. I kicked off one shoe then the other as he bent even
further to lick and nibbled on my right nipple.

I pushed on the center of his chest until he was standing upright.
"Tam, I'm so much smaller than you, please sit and let me stand before
you. I don't want you too hurt yourself." With that he ripped open his
shirt showering me with buttons he then threw it across the room,
perhaps to show me that he was the man. Then sat on the settee at the
end of the bed and pulled me to him. His legs bracketed my lower body.
His arms were placed on my back. I reached out grabbed his head and
kissed his lips. His mouth opened as did mine. His tongue roamed
freely inside my mouth as I moaned and cooed. I tensed as his hand
slid from my lower back towards the front of my trousers. He pulled
back and reminded me, "There is no pressure. We will only go as far as
you are willing."

I looked at him and said, "It's not that, it's just no one has ever
seen me like this. I have had others see me naked in the showers at
school, and later in boot camp. No one ever saw me as something to be
desired. I'm sorry, please don't stop." I reached down and undid my
button letting my new trousers fall to the floor. He pulled me tightly
to him kissing me deeply. Using my toes I slid one sock off, then the
other off my feet. Only my thin sheer silky briefs were remaining.

He went back to playing with one nipple then the other. I was moaning
and twitching, when my gymnast side broke free as I swept my left leg
in a graceful arc, then wrapped it around his back. I started grinding
on his crotch. Tamam slid his right hand inside my briefs and slowly
started to finger my small tight starfish. I started to push back on
his finger as my hips began to buck wildly.

My head rolled back. 18 years, 6 weeks, and an odd number of hours I
lived with the curse of virginity. I knew only one thing; I wanted to
give it to him. I heard fabric tearing as Tamam ripped the silky
smooth fabric from my body. As I realized what happened, my lower lip
went out in a playful pout. He looked up from his nipple play, and
nibbled and sucked on my pouty lower lip. He released my lip and
promised to buy me many, many, more pairs.

"Jono, may I look at you please?" How could I say no? I leaned my
right hand on his shoulder, and then unlocked my leg from around his
back. Reversing the previous arc then rotating it back to the floor.
Tamam's eyes went large with my act of showmanship.

"My brother used to make fun of me. He thought it was too 'girly' for
a boy to take gymnastics. Gymnastics and track were the only sports
that my mother would allow me to compete in. She was terribly afraid
of me being injured by my fellow classmates who were normally much
bigger. I hope it doesn't offend." He shook his head.

The whole time my left hand was covering my tiny penis. He looked at
me disappointed. Then took my left hand and slowly pull it away.
Smiling he said I was beautiful. He stood and swept the comforter and
top sheet down. He turned and swept me off my feet and gently laid me
down on the bed, and kissed me. He was so gentle it was as if he was
afraid of breaking me.

My right hand reached out and undid the top button on his trousers and
slowly lowered his zipper. The soft fabric fell open. My finger traced
the outline of his cock and balls. As my fingertip ran over the soft
fabric its contents kept increasing in size. That was the difference
between a "man boy" like me, and Tamam. I was stuck with a tiny
inoffensive clit of a pre-pubescent penis with tiny grape sized balls.
Meanwhile he practically had a third leg and a pair of large plums
tucked in his trousers. He saw the look on my face and smiled down on
me.

"It is not the size of the gift my beloved. It is the heart that bares
it. Your heart is larger than the entire world."

"Still, it would be great if I wasn't just one baby step away from a
Ken doll." When I explained the joke Tamam scowled.

He then kicked away his trousers and lay on the bed with me with
nothing but his overstuffed briefs. I felt like an idiot he had been
working so hard to make this night special for me. Then I go and kill
the mood. I had to make it right. I climbed on top of him and lay on
his chest. I got to feel his muscles ripple underneath me. I traced
the outline of his lips with my finger and connected my lips to his. I
kissed my way down his body I butterfly kissed each of his nipples.
Then I kissed and nibbled on them like he did to me. I kissed my way
and slid down his body until I hit his belly button.

Tamam asked me to spin around if I wish to continue lower. I complied
and begin kissing his belly button again and nibbling at it playfully.
Then I continued kissing down his tummy. When I reached the waistband
of his briefs I noticed the huge circle of wetness that was seeping
through. I turned to look at Tamam in the mirror and asked him, "May
I?" He nodded in the affirmative. He arched his hips as my thumbs
hooked the waistband. His thick, eleven inch prick got hung up in the
waistband. When it finally slipped out of its silky prison it came
crashing down between my eyes with a wet slap. It smelled both musky
and sexy.

I figured I might as well go with what happened and I licked at the
base of the shaft and worked my way to the tip. I kissed it and was
immediately rewarded with the taste of his precum. It was earthy,
salty, and nowhere near as gross as I thought it would be. I took my
tongue and licked around his glans. Tamam made a muffled sound of
pleasure. I may be a virgin, but living in an Air Force dorm I had
seen a bit of porn. I at least had a clue what I was supposed to do
here. I was just having a bit of trouble with the HOW. There was just
so much there in front of me.

I rested my lips on the head of his cock and slowly let it into my
mouth. I was overcome with a desire to swallow it whole; I knew that
was not going to happen. But I still tried and immediately gagged. My
sweet gentle guide told me, "Patience, patience little one." He began
his own endeavor he began playing in earnest with my little pink
starfish. He asked me if I had cleaned myself before our date. My
mouth was full of well, "him" and I did not want to take it out.

I responded with an affirmative sounding "MMMMMMHHHHMMM!" Hmmmm, I
just learned something new. If you hum while giving a blow job it
counter acts the gag reflex a bit. I finally released him and answered
him, "Yes, Vanessa said you would appreciate it, if this was a date.
She helped getting me ready for you."

"Remind me to get something very, very nice for her. Jono, come up
here." I gave my new mouth toy a final lick and shot a dejected look
to him via the mirror. He pinched my bottom and I complied with a
yelp. "We are far from done; I just need a little better access to
please you." Damn my tiny frame! I climbed down from "my mountain of
man." My pouty lip returned as I returned to the head of the bed and
dropped to the pillow next to him. He again played with it sucking my
lip back into his mouth.

When he released it I asked, "Was I doing something wrong?"

He caressed my face, "No, my sweet you were doing it too well. I need
a moment to recover."

I reached down flicking my finger around his bulbous head and asked
earnestly, "How do you NOT get light headed when the blood fills this
thing?"

"Right now it is you who are making my head spin." He gently pushed me
onto my back while kissing me. Once there he slid his hand from my
shoulder down my body to my crotch. "You are far from being 'Ken doll'
and more than enough for me." He wrapped his lips around my tiny
member and slid them up and down the feeling was quite remarkable. His
hands continued in earnest playing with my butthole.

After about 15 minutes he had me violently bucking my hips into his
face. He noticed I was shaking and twitching. I began tapping his
shoulders trying to get his attention. He looked up at me in
confusion, and asked, "Why are you stopping me you seemed so close." I
couldn't catch my breath. His look of concern became one of almost
panic. He slid up and squared off against my face. He kept asking over
and over again are you okay? My breathing was erratic and shallow. As
I started to gain control again; I put my hands upon his shoulders.

"M-m-my love, you did not do well in biology did you?" His face
contorted in confusion. "Remember, no puberty equals no cum. You just
put me through three dry orgasms in a row. Thank you very much by the
way." He chuckled and kissed me deeply.

"It seems everything I do to, and with, you will be new to both of us.
I will try to pay more attention. You are so beautiful, little one."
While I was stroking his beard and grinning like an idiot.

I looked into his eyes and asked, "Please Tam, can you be taking me
now. Please, I want you inside me."

"Patience little one, if I fill the 'vessel' before it is properly
prepared it could burst."

"Tamam my mighty warrior, my 'vessel' has been on the storage shelf so
long, you are risking rupture from dry rot." He roared with laughter.

He raised my legs to my chest. I could not see what he was doing. When
his tongue flicked across my butthole I swear I saw stars. I knew I
had to see my man... I rotated my left leg and folded it behind my
shoulder. Then I repeated the procedure to the right. Tam stopped his
endeavors to admire the act. "HOW do you do that? Doesn't it hurt?"

"It helps to be lean but, as to how, remember all those years and
years of gymnastics practice. It makes it all possible. As to pain, I
haven't been able to do my stretching exercises for weeks, so I feel a
bit of pressure. It is so worth it, I just wanted to watch you. In
this position all I can do is move my arms a bit. You have total
control. I want you to know, I trust you completely. I can go back
where you put me, if you want me to." He smiled shaking his head no
and returned his tongue to pleasuring my ass.

My new position caused my butthole to be completely exposed for him.
He alternated between tongueing and fingering the surface of my very
tight hole. He started pushing his index finger harder against my hole
and it slowly sunk inside. The pressure was remarkable as his knuckle
slipped through my ring. I tried to stop it, my bottom clamped down
hard on his digit as it made contact with my prostate. I bit my bottom
lip and focused on trying to relax. If this was just his finger, how
in the hell was I gonna take the rest of him?

"I am so sorry sweet Jono." as he removed the digit leaving me feeling
so empty. "My spit is not going to be enough." He crawled to the head
of the bed, kissing my body the entire way.

I was begging, "Please don't stop now Tamam. I don't care if it rips
me in two. I want this! I NEED this!"

"I am not abandoning our passion Jono." He kissed my forehead and
opened the drawer in the bedside table removing a tube labeled
KY-Jelly. "We just need a little help making it happen. I told you
that I didn't want you hurt. If I do not prepare you properly, I will
hurt and possibly damage you."

"I thought you used petroleum jelly for butt sex?"

Tamam chuckled and shook his head while rubbing my still relocated
thighs, "Two errors in one sentence. Petroleum jelly is too messy and
leaves a residue that is difficult to clean out of fabrics, and out of
you. This is state of the art, it is water based. I have a friend who
brings it in for me from Europe."

"Would that friend be a certain American Captain?" He nodded. "What
was my second error?"

"Sweet Jono, so young and innocent. It is not 'butt sex.' It is anal
sex, anal, or what I prefer just 'sex'." With the lesson ended he
returned to my preparation.

He squirted a stream of ice cold goo straight onto my butthole, with
accuracy that would make any bombardier proud. I too might have been,
IF the term "ICE COLD" was not used. The sudden shock caused my arms
to fly out from my sides. I slapped the mattress with both palms like
a pro wrestler tapping out. He smiled and ignored my gyrations and
started working the thick goo into my still tight but eager hole. As
he worked his second and third finger into my ass I was grabbing the
sheets like a man possessed. He continued to slide them in and out
while twisting and spreading them. I never thought I'd be happy for
dry orgasms. At long last, he asked, "Are you ready?"

I simply whimpered, "yrja 'abi" (please daddy!)

He asked me to rest my legs on his shoulders. He was afraid of hurting
me in my current straining position. I broke the submission position
as he warmed a bit of the jelly in his hands then slowly gave his
prick a few tugs ensuring all was slick. Damn, he was so huge, I
thought to myself, as his honey bronzed, godlike form towered over my
tiny frame. He folded my legs back against my stomach and rested the
head of his shaft against my now well prepared ass. He told me to take
3 large breaths and hold the final one.

When I complied he pushed and his cock began stretching my tiny hole.
His bulbous head slid within. Pain seared and radiated from my now
stretching hole. Sweat was pouring off of me as my ass locked with
vice like strength around his shaft. "Breathe" he commanded me again.
The pain of initial entry faded as my body became accustomed to the
offending member. Tamam began pushing into me again. Inch by inch we
stopped being two organisms as we worked together striving for each
other's pleasure. He muttered something under his breath I couldn't
completely understand. I heard the word pressed or squeeze. I had
heard a couple of the Saudi Sergeant's use it after a training
session. Did he want me to squeeze something, it seemed
counterproductive.

I looked into his eyes and repeated the word in a questioning tone.
His eyes opened wide as he told me, "No, your bottom is very tight. It
is fighting back." I could feel my face warm with a blush. I finally
understood what those little shits on base called me, a "tight ass..."
Hell hath no fury like a pissed instructor.

"I have no doubt that you can conquer it my mighty warrior." He smiled
and returned to sliding an inch or so in and waiting for me to
recover. He followed with a few short pumps in and out for his reward.
After what seemed like forever I finally felt his soft bush make its
fluffy landing against my bare bottom. I swear he must have used half
the tube of KY-Jelly. "Please remind me to get something very, very
nice for Capt. Nelson..." He paused and chuckled, as we caught our
breath.

The pain of entry slowly faded into waves of pleasure. He kissed my
forehead and told me he was not sure how much longer he could
continue. "My treasure, you are so tight."

I replied, "Well, I was..." I teased back.

The pressure was intense. I had a real man inside of me. A man who
loved me in spite of my issues; who chose to be with me.

Tamam slowly pulled out about half way and ever so slowly pushed back
in. I told him, "Please, I can handle it. I promise you, I will not
break. Please fuck me." His rhythm increased apparently I still was
too tight. The look of release on his face was amazing. I felt his
load fill my bowels as he let my legs slip from his shoulders and
began removing himself from me. I immediately wrapped my tingling legs
around his waist and begged him to stay in me until it slid out on its
own. For the first time in my life I felt happy and complete, I didn't
want it to end.

He complied with my request. He lowered himself onto his elbows still
covering my body, while breathlessly kissing my lips. His softening
member slowly slipped from my ass. His cum and the remnant of that
miracle lube began to ooze out. My legs went numb then released their
lock from Tamam's waist. We snuggled and kissed until sleep overtook
us.


--  Continued