The Three Day Pass Ch. 25

Fazzi dropped the toothbrush into the holder and moaning, he leaned back into Joseph's embrace. His back pressing into Joseph's exposed chest. He just sort of melted into the younger man. Looking down, Joseph saw the tented fly of the Arab burst open and his freed manhood leap out of its silk cocoon. Reaching down his fingers encircled the erect Arab cock. Catching some of silk material with his fingers he began rubbing his silk covered fingers lightly back and forth slowly over the Arab's hard dark cock.

"Yussef, Yusssef," Fazzi moaned over and over. "Ana Bahabek Kteer, habibi, Ana mabsoot, Ana mabsoot, I love you very much and I am so happy," he kept repeating over and over in Arabic. I am your slave, your prisoner. A prisoner of our love. And then he spun around and grabbed his tormentor, pulling the hard tight blond body even closer to himself; he placed his lips on Joseph's and kissed him deeply. Coming up for air he whispered, "I only hope you love me half as much as I love you."

"How much more must I do to convince you of my feelings for you? Is there anything I can do or say to once and for all prove it to you?"

"Yussef, darling, I'm sorry, don't be cross with me, but I just can not get it through my thick head that a young man like you could really love a old hag like me."

"Fazzi I give up! I hate when you demean yourself like this. Look! Look into that mirror! What do you see? I don't know what you see, but I see two lovers. Not an old man and a young man... Not a Muslim and a Christian! Just two lovers! If I wanted or needed 'young', I could be with someone like Dina tonight and every night... Or I could even call your daughter and be with her. But, I'm not there! See! I'm with you! I don't even want to be there, I chose to be with you, I HAVE TO BE WITH YOU. And why do I have to be here? It is not because of your money. You know that I never wanted or asked you for anything. You want it all back? Take the car, the apartment over the garage, the clothes. Take everything, take all the shit, except don't take yourself. That's all I want! If you do not believe that, then I had better leave right now. I'm tired of having to prove my feelings for you. Good-bye. I'll gather up my uniforms, pack up and I'll hitch a ride back to the base."

"NO! Stay!" he screamed holding onto Joseph's pajama top and pulling it off his shoulders as the soldier turned to leave. "I need you and I will not permit you to leave me. Not now-not ever." He said as he let the top fall to the floor. He grabbed onto the strong body and pleaded with him to stay.

"Don't worry, there is little chance of my leaving you. I would not leave even if you threw me out." He smirked as he again embraced Fazzi and kissed him. His lips kissing and moving along Fazzi's jaw line up to the ear where he sucked and nibbled on the lobe. Fazzi threw his head backwards, allowing Joseph additional room to bury his hot mouth into the hollow of his throat. There he kissed and sucked on that vulnerable area while his fingers deftly undid the buttons of the silk pajama top letting it fall off Fazzi's shoulders and float down to join his own top on the bathroom floor. Joseph's lips continued to kiss while his tongue was leaving a new trail of wetness down the front of Arab's hair covered chest arriving at the hard erect nipples. His hot tongue tip could feel the minute arousal bumps in the Arabs areoles, that dark brown circle of hypersensitive skin surrounding his nipples. Running his tongue around and around the nipple, he gently sucked the nipple in and ran his tongue tip over it. Moaning passionately Fazzi grabbed the back of Joseph's head and pressed his face into his chest harder and harder.

"You lips are so hot I want to keep them there forever." Moaned Fazzi.

He was not able to keep them there for long. When Joseph was able to free his head at last he moved it down, over the olive skin down to the belly button. Getting down on both knees and kneeling on the soft white rug he set to work kissing, sucking and working his tongue into the navel while his fingers reached into the silk waistband and gently lowering the pants until they too floated to the floor exposing the nude body with it's hard 6" piece of cut dick erect and sticking straight out from between two big low hanging balls. Fazzi could not believe it; Joseph, his Yussef, his knight, his master, was on his knees in front of him. Was Yussef changing roles with him? Here to fore Fazzi had always been the beggar. Now here was his master on his knees with his mouth licking the inside of his legs, his tongue probing around his balls; his lips touching his balls and.......and...Allah Akbar OHHHHH god, his lips were opening and covering the Arab's now stone like dick. He was holding the cut dick steady with one hand and probing the ass with the fingers of the other as he drove the tip of his tongue in and out of the cock head lips transporting the Syrian into paradise. Not taking the cock into his mouth he moved his lips back and forth, his teeth scraping the dick head and moving along the underside of the shaft, driving the Arab wild.

"Your teeth Yussseffffff your teeth are,,,,,, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH shitttttttttttttttttttt yah Robbbb....... Stop Yussefffffffff I can't take it anymore PLEASE PLEASE fuck me!"

"No, not before you stop this old man shit... Promise me you will never ever demean yourself again like that in front of me."

"Anything, anything you want, but fuck me. I don't give a load of camel dung; I'm18 years old again when I'm with you...Fuck meeee ....and Joseph pulled him down on the floor with him. The two of them rolled around on the floor. Joseph produced the condom from the pocket of his pajama top and covered his big cock. Fazzi got to his knees straddling Joseph's hard cock and lowered himself onto the soldier's hard man meat. Joseph allowed him to ride his rampant cock as he reached for and held the Arab's cut dick. Then Fazzi rode his dick with an abandonment that he had never shown before. Moaning, screaming and cursing in Arabic, words that Joseph had never heard before. Fazzi riding, like he was riding English style. Joseph laid there, his cock like the horn on a western saddle, only buried deep in the Arab's man-cunt. The two of them fucking like mad. First Fazzi was on top then Joseph. Pumping, grinding and drilling into each other. First missionary style, then the Doggie style then a few styles that neither of them had ever seen or heard of and then back again to the missionary. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOm, they exploded---Joseph into Fazzzzzi's mancunt and Fazzi over Joseph's chest. They both soon collapsed exhausted onto each other on the bathroom floor....

After a while laying there spent and exhausted, Fazzi nudged Joseph and woke him. "My love regardless of what you may say my old bones are not used to sleeping on the hard floor, even if there is a nice soft rug here. It is not the magic carpet of the Arabian Nights Tales. What do you say we get into bed and I'll serve you that coffee now?"

Joseph got up and helped Fazzi up. "You go and get the coffee ready. I'll clean up here and the join you in bed. We can have coffee there and then I have to get some sleep as I teach an early class in the morning. By the way I have cleared one day next week for you to come and give a lecture on the Syrian view of the 1948 war with the Zionists. You had said you wanted to correct some of the faulty history that has been presented."

"You mean that they are going to let me present the Arab side!" Fazzi said not believing it to be true.

"Yes I will see to it that they do. But you must be ready to defend your point of view. And I must warn you that there are many in the class that are well versed in the information and will be looking to ripe apart your view of history and try to prove you wrong. So you better have facts and figures ready."

"I will be ready, just make sure they are not carrying loaded weapons." Fazzi said half in jest as he went into the bedroom to make the coffee.

"Don't worry I will be there to protect you from getting too beat up. You do not have to do this you know. I know it's asking a lot of you."

"Just to even the odds a bit, would you mind if I asked the Syrian embassy for a helper to accompany me for protection?"

"You will not need protection from us as long as you conduct yourself as the gentleman I know you are. However, you can ask Allie if you want. Hassan seams to be a bit of a hot head and might cause a fist fight, which might be entertaining but would add nothing to Syrian/American relations." Joseph smiled.

"Allie, if he is available, was the one I was thinking of. You are right about Hassan. I don't know why they continue to send people like him on embassy duty." Fazzi said as he poured out the coffee.

They had their coffee and talked a bit more about what and how he would teach the class. Then when both of them had finished the coffee they fell asleep in Fazzi's bed. The next morning Fazzi woke up to find that Joseph had already washed, dressed and left for his base. He found a note that his lover left for him telling him that since he was sleeping so peacefully, he just could not wake him up to say good bye and that he would call later.

After leaving the estate Joseph called Barns and reported that he had important news for him.

"Don't tell it to me now. I'm going to your base today. I have some information for you also." Bill told him.

"Good I have an early class to teach. I can meet you after that in the PX at about 1030 hours. I don't have to be back till 1400. Will that be enough time? Is that OK with you?"

"Sounds good to me, see you then." Barns said and hung up.

At 1032 hours Joseph walked into the PX and found Bill waiting for him. "I was just about to order some coffee, let me treat you to a container. We can take it with us in the car." Bill said, and the two of them took their containers and got into Bill's car. Bill drove the car to a deserted area of the base. When he found a spot that appealed to him, he pulled over and said, "Let's walk!"

Taking the containers and walking about 30 feet from the car, Bill stopped looked all around and seeing they were alone said, "OK who's going to go first."

"You do Bill. You look like the cat that swallowed the canary and as I already know what I have, I'm curious to hear your information."

"Ok Joseph. Grab your socks this is going to floor you. Our friend and your benefactor, Col. Fazzi Muhammad has been promoted and as of a few days ago was appointed the head of all intelligence operations for Europe, Africa and the western hemisphere. In other words he is the headman now. All covert actions are under his direction. There won't be an agent anywhere in the world that will be able to operate or function without his knowing about it."

"How and who the hell told you that? Are you positive?" Joseph said nearly spilling his coffee over himself.

"I can't tell you who and for your own safety it is best that you don't know. But it is true I saw a copy of the orders appointing him. They were issued only Saturday. They are genuine and there is no doubt about it." Barns said. "We have this from some of our most trusted counter spies and undercover agents in the field as well as another reliable source. You friend Fazzi is now the most dangerous man in the world. We want you to know this and I have been ordered to offer you a chance to get out of there. As a 'civilian' I can no longer order you to stay, as I can no longer guarantee your safety. If you were a regular FBI agent I would, but you don't have the training or the obligation to stay. I can see to it that you are safely removed and that you are given a completely new life."

"Thanks Bill, but I'm not a civilian. This is army as well as FBI....and if it pleases you or not I would like to stay. I'm staying and that settles it. Anything else?"

"No, except that you must promise me that the next time I order you out-- you will obey me without question."

"Agreed! Now my information and now that I know what you just told me-it all fits together. This past weekend Fazzi was in Deerborn overnight on some business. When he came back he had a meeting with two Syrian diplomats. One of them was the one that removed the bug from my car. They left before I arrived. Last night at dinner Fazzi told me that he is returning to Syria in two months...." And Joseph filled him in on everything that Fazzi told him.

"Yes it all fits. By the way Fazzi has no brother. Never had. He was born and raised in Damascus not a small backwoods village. Something big is about to go down and it will happen in about 2 months."

"Just as a feeler, I asked Fazzi if he wanted me to go with him to visit Syria. He said no, not at this time. Perhaps in the future, but for now he wanted me to take over the operation of the fund. I think I could get him to take me along if I press him. What do you think?"

"It's a hard call. There are several options. Let's give you a lesson in agent tactics. First we consider the possibilities. Number one: Insist on going and he just might dump you. That would leave us without you in the picture. Something we don't want just yet. Number two: He might just take you and make sure that you find out nothing. In which case nothing has been gained. On the other hand, if you went and found out what was going on, he could dispose of you very easily over there. There would be no way for us to protect you." He said rubbing his chin in contemplation. "You see how the process works, always consider your options. After a few years of doing this, if you survive, it comes automatic. The answer to the question?--No, you stay here. It's too risky. This way you do what he wants and are there tomorrow to gather more information in the future."

Bill, are you thinking of stopping him?"

"By stopping, if you mean killing him, no not yet. We may have to do that in the future, but for now the answer is no. For now our job is to find out what the hell is going on. If we stop him, they may just put someone else in his place and then we will have to start all over again. Maybe the next guy would be smarter and harder to spy on. No we won't eliminate him just yet. We would love to be able to keep him alive and gather all the information we can out of him. That is why we need you there. You are the only one who has been able to get this close to the headman. It is still hard to believe that he really trusts you and even wants to adopt you as his son. He may even entice you into working for them.

"There is no way I would or could do that!"

"Not even if we wanted you too?" Bill asked. "If we ordered you to; you would follow orders, no questions asked. And Since you will be the one closest to him when the time comes-do you think you could handle it?"

"You mean kill him?" Joseph said, "I really don't know. Maybe if I felt killing him was the only way. That's what the army pays me for-isn't it?"

"Yes but that is in war, in battle. This would be in cold blood! Are you sure you want to continue with this? I may have to ask you to execute him. Do you think you could handle it? I'm not going to ask you again."

"I said I'll stay and don't worry about me. I'll do my duty."

I can't tell you how much we appreciate your staying on. When I filled in my boss, he checked with the big boss and they both insisted that I offer you the opportunity to get out. The president agreed and said that he wanted you to know how much he appreciated what you are doing. He again said, even if you pulled out now, he still wants to meet you. He said he wants you to be careful. He said it was my head if anything were to happen to you before he had the chance to shake your hand himself. I also want to thank you and tell you that we could never have got this far without you."

"You can stop the sales pitch.... I already re-enlisted." Joseph said. "Can you just give me some idea how you found out about Fazzi's new job?"

"Aside from information from our own agents, we were shown the evidence by the Mossad. How they came up with it and the coded cablegram I don't know?" Bill told him. "They have had a direct interest in Fazzi since his days in Lebanon. When he moved to the United States, they informed us that they showed us the file they had amassed on him and told us they were going to continue tracking him and that they would keep us up to date and informed. They also promised not to kill him on American soil. So far they have kept their word. Once he leaves the U.S., well that's another story. If you were to go with him they might kill the both of you seeing as they don't know you are one of the good guys. If they had to kill you in the process of getting him, well that's collateral damage. While they are very good at what they do, they always put the mission above all else. They have to, there's too much at stake for them. With us this whole thing sometimes gets to be a little game. For them, the game is deadly and failure could mean the death of family, friends and their country."

"Do they know I'm working for you?"

"No they do not know our undercover agents and we don't know theirs. The fewer people who know the agents the better off we all are. We just have an agreement to try to check with each other before either of us takes any action in situations like these. So far this mutual assistance has worked and I'm told that they plan to keep their part of the agreement as we intend to keep ours. But you and I both know that things could change overnight..."

To be continued..........