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Chapter 14 - New Year, New Life
December 31st 1986 (0400)
I love snuggling with my stuffed bear. It did keep me on my right side reducing the pressure on my sole intact lung. On occasion it does get a little too hot and I must roll over in my sleep. Today was a little different. I was hot on both sides of my body and I didn't know why at first. I also found myself leaning to the left side of the bed, the bear ain't that damned heavy.
A familiar scent filled the room. In a moment I knew the smell, it was the smell of my lover. The smell of cologne and perfume changes when it makes contact with the wearer's skin. I knew this wasn't just his cologne on my stuffed bear. It was the real deal snuggled against my back. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and the gentle soft snore coming from him was so cute.
I so wanted to roll over and ravish him with my affection. The fact he was still in his uniform told me he must be tired. The first thing he wanted to do was climb into bed and sleep holding me, his boy. It dawned on me, I was HIS teddy bear. I drifted back into a happy sleep.
The sun rose at just after 7 in the morning. Fifteen minutes later the room was filled with its reflected glow, he stirred. His pistol belt was grinding against my pj's. The hard metal magazines pinched and dug into my flesh. He was humping me in his sleep.
His mighty arms pulled me tight against his hot body. I reach behind to his waist to try and find the metal clasp that held his gun belt in place. Success! The pinching and unpleasant biting stopped.
I could feel his rod of iron begging to be released. I used the thumb and forefinger of my left hand to release the fastener and button on his pants. Then I slid his zipper down. I was overjoyed to discover he went commando beneath. I coaxed his massive trouser snake from its lair. He groaned a guttural sound of pleasure as the air surrounded his now freed cock.
That's when I felt the tiny hole in my pj bottoms created by the sharp metal items attached to his gun belt. Oh serendipity you wonderful slut lover. I was hoping when I tore it further, it would do so vertically. But if it went horizontally I wouldn't care so long as he had access to me. My hole missed its master. Tam had the only key that would fit and release the lock on my full pleasure.
I grabbed the tube of lube from the nightstand. I began expanding the hole in my pj's and lubing and widening my hole for his cock. With my hand covered in the slippery stuff, I started preparing his magnificent shaft for entry. He moaned and return to snoring nuzzling the top of my head. I arched my back so I could put the head of his shaft against my needy hole.
I released the curve in my spine in order to take more of him inside of me. I had taken about half of him in when I noticed he was no longer snoring, and his hips had stopped their rolling action. "Is my boy raping me in my sleep?" He asked teasingly.
"Several parts of you were already awake. I thought I do my part to wake the rest of you, pleasantly." I continued to roll my hips, desperate to get more of him inside of me.
I twisted my body to the left reaching up with my right arm. I reached behind his head and gently pulled his lips to mine. The muscles did feel tight... "I assumed you were going to reward me for my good behavior in my physical therapy. I missed you fuzzy bear."
Tam replied, "Words cannot describe how much I have missed my tiny baby bear. Your pleasure was in my thoughts. Each moment I was away from you was an eternity." He caressed my right arm. "Yes, I have notice you are using your damaged arm. Father even told me that you played Mara yesterday."
I thought it was funny that they were the owners of a Stradivarius named Mara. Depending on the dialect and its use, in Egypt "Mara" could be woman, bitch, whore, or prostitute. Nothing tops the Japanese vulgar use, mara means cock (they don't mean rooster)... I guess that means when I play, I'm playing with my big cock. Considering how many men's and women's legs she had rested between over her almost 300-year life, that was funny to me.
I remembered back to how that word entered my vocabulary. During sophomore year our school was hosting a couple of exchange students, HOT twin brothers from Japan. I was part of the welcoming committee. I was asked to help them acclimate to North Florida and our school. All that summer I focused on learning as much Japanese as I could. I thought I did fairly well considering I was having to learn it from books. Berlitz is a really good resource, but not as good as actually talking to people from the country you're trying to learn about. Of course I didn't learn the more colorful language until after they arrived.
The boys were swimmers, as their guide I made arrangements to use the schools training center. The brothers would swim. I would do stretching and mat work on the upper deck. We were in the locker room, ready to hit the pool when Hiro started talking about my mara. They began giggling as they pointed at me. Then Hikaru looked laughing at me pointing at my groin saying he has no "mara" but a "mame." Coach Jessup and his wife were their host family. He did a tour of duty in Sasebo, Japan. He picked up on the insults I had been politely laughing along with. Later he informed me that in Japanese, mame meant clitoris.
It wasn't until the coach heard them refer to me as a weak uke that he became concerned. He stepped in when he heard what they were planning to do to me. That was when he told me to stay away from them, and they did not need my guidance any longer. People can suck regardless of the language. Coach had the boys running stairs for the rest of the summer until school started.
Tam pulled me out of my funk of remembrance as he kissed my right wrist and guided my arm back to my side pushing down on my waist he penetrated me fully. His hand made contact with each of the tiny holes his gun belt made in my ivory bottoms. "Hamza, will be most annoyed with me for damaging his gift to you."
"Tam, he knows I didn't care for this color anyway." He was taking his time. Taking slow deliberate strokes in and out of my ass. Just when I thought he was about to breed in me he stopped and almost pulled out completely. Clearly he missed me, and was not in a hurry to dump seed and run. He wanted to show me he loved and desired me. His hands slid up my hips then under my shirt.
He paused his nipple play to explore my chest and now covered ribs. "This is so nice. My baby is healing so well. I must see you." To drive the point home he removed himself from me completely. Then rolled me over to face him.
My face drew into an impish grin as I replied, "Have I become transparent? I do believe I was quite opaque when I went to bed last night." The look on his face was one of playful irritation. I was afraid, he admires perfect beauty, now I would forever be flawed. The doctors did all they could to minimize the scars but they would always be there. Reflexively my hand was drawn to the wound site.
He knew... He pulled my chest tight against his. "You are beautiful." He loosened the embrace as his left hand rested on the fabric covering the wound site. "THIS is not you..." He moved his hand to my heart. "...THIS is you..." Both hands came up and cradled my face. "... and THIS is you. Your heart, mind, and soul are beautiful to me. The rest is just a shell, a very pleasant shell but a shell nonetheless."
My arms flew around his neck and his mouth came to mine. When the heat from the kiss faded I felt his hand on the bottom button of my sleepwear. I smacked it away. "If we are going for a reveal, let me do this right. My warrior has come home to me. The very least I can do is entertain you." I climbed off the bed and found the tape from the playhouse and popped it into the cassette deck.
As the Arabic pop music pumped out of the speakers my body began to sway to the guitar and drum beats, and I began to tease Tamam. When I opened the bottom button on my shirt, I performed a slow left vertical split, then released. With the top button on my shirt, an equally slow right vertical split was done and released. The final button was opened and I dropped into a deep split on the floor.
What I was afraid would happen the morning after our first night together happened. The room was filled with the sound of the delicate silk shredding. I didn't care, I remained in the deep split. My tiny twig flopped on the floor in front of me. I could see Tam grinning ear-to-ear from the corner of my eye.
I lowered my chest on the ground to the front. I freed one arm, then the other from the silk shirt. I tossed the shirt in his direction. I slid my arms under my chest to obstruct his view as I sat up. I performed a couple of hip rolls breaking the split and retracting my legs beneath me kneeling before Tam.
I wasn't sure if he was enjoying the spectacle for sure until I saw his legs were spread and his thick shaft was standing erect. I slid my right hand to the pj bottoms releasing their fastener then returned the hand to its covering position. I returned to my feet, rolling my hips with sharp motions. The motions caused the battered, tattered, and torn bottoms to fall to the floor.
With head down and arms still crossed covering most of my chest. I sidled towards my target, his lap. I straddled his right leg. Using his body, I let friction pull my little tool between my legs. With my head and eyes lowered, I extended my arms up resting each on his shoulders. My body was his to examine, and to own. I wanted to communicate with absolute conviction my body was his.
The index finger of his right hand below my chin guided my head and eyes to his. Then his eyes took stock of his boy. His hand traced the outline of the fading henna tattoo. I told him about Jy's story behind it. Tam softly kissed the wound site. His hand slid down my body, as he admired the changes. He pursed his lips as his hand slid between my thighs removing my nub from its hiding place.
"Jono, I enjoy every inch of your entire body. I can see how hard you have worked on your recovery in my absence. Everything attached to this body gives me great pleasure. You are my beautiful boy, you are not Jy. I have seen you receive pleasure from your cock."
I told him how I had tried to 69 Jy Ang. "He told me you forbade me from touching him there."
Tam played with the chain around my neck. "Jy does not receive pleasure from his penis as you or I do. To him it's an extraneous bit without real purpose, a reminder of his belief he was born in the wrong body. I may not agree with him, but I will honor his decision. My actions were not to punish you, but to make your encounter go smoother for everyone."
The air conditioning on my bare flesh cause me to shiver. "You are like ice! Get under the blankets my silly boy, while I prepare properly for you. You should be sleeping under them in any case." I was waiting for him to chastise me about that. I've gotten into the habit of sleeping on top of the bed spread, clutching the bear.
He removed my teddy bear from the bed, "You do not need it while I am here." Then he put Janáček's Idyll for strings on the stereo. He knew my favorites, he is trying to set a mood. He removed his uniform and returned to me. I held the sheets open for him as his glorious naked form slid along side of me, wrapping his arms around me. I went into the form of complete submission, ass up and tummy down.
I whimpered, "I have been dreaming of you taking me for a week. I want to feel your full measure inside of me. You are the king of this bed, and this body."
He pulled me to my left side, "Why don't we go back to when I woke up..." I was about to warn him it was my strong lung side when he pulled my back against his fuzzy tummy. Eh, what harm could it do I thought as he continued, "...you were quite correct it was a most pleasant way to awake." I reached over to the nightstand and passed him the lubricant to make his reentry a little easier.
The differences between Tam and Naser were minor. Tam was about a half an inch taller, His muscles, due to military training were much more pronounced. While his cock was a tiny bit shorter, it was far thicker. I wasn't kidding when I said his was the only key that would unlock my pleasure. Playing with Naser was fun, but Tam was what I NEEDED like oxygen.
After a fair amount of ass play with his fingers massaging my prostate. He was ready to take his boy, and his boy was ready to be possessed. He did something to me that he had never done before. He slowly inserted his cock and did not let the pressure subside until he was fully embedded in me. I felt like a chicken being put on the skewer to spit roast. It was good to be his boy.
He took me side saddle slowly driving long strokes in and out of my ass. He'd take 15 or 20 thrusts and pause. Just when I thought he was about to cum, he would suddenly become very still nuzzling my neck. Then he would continue with the slow edging towards release. The pronounced veins on his shaft rubbed along my prostate causing waves of pleasure to clamp my ass tight around its owner. His breathing became as erratic as my own when he released his seed deep within me.
He was resting his chin on top of my head. His cock still fully lodged in my ass. I could feel it beginning to soften. His sweat, cum and lube combined at my happily, cock plugged hole. He felt my difficulty breathing and reached for the oxygen mask.
I pulled his arm back around me. "My body is not going to get stronger if I continue to coddle it. For now, your arms are all I need. Please just hold me for a bit Tam."
He rolled us so I was resting on my right side. I was amazed he could do this without removing his softening cock from my ass. Then he kissed the top of my head. He too was struggling for breath. "I shall hold you as long as you desire Jono, and maybe just a little bit longer."
We enjoyed the afterglow for another half hour. He was snuggling and kissing me. I knew he hated the thought of me remaining in the Air Force. He enjoyed having me all to himself. I hated the thought of leaving things half done. I signed up for 4 years service. Medical retirement seemed like cheating somehow. But, that was up to the medical review board next month. At this perfect moment in time that was so long away. Somewhere in the snuggles I fell back to sleep.
At 9 o'clock there was a knock at the door. Fahima cracked the door and announced her presence as we dove for shorts and bathrobes. Tam then let her in. She set a bag on the dresser and hung a garment bag on the closet door then turned and hugged her big brother, "Now I see why the protocal machine was not receiving his telemetry."
She started applying new ECG electrode pads to my chest for the mobile telemetry device. "Your numbers are doing much better." She examined the wound site and chastised me for the artwork but backed off when she was told Papa said it was fine.
"You boys should start getting ready for the day. The family and our guests are arriving. Najib and the Gilmore's are here. Reza and Pete came in just after Tam and the doctors arrived with Magdah and I from Riyadh. The whole house is waking up. While the two of you lazy boys have been 'sleeping.'"
"My dear sister you nag as much as our mother did. But, you are quite right." He kissed her forehead.
She smiled as the toe of her shoe played with the tattered remains of my bottoms on the floor. "Yesterday Jono, was a setback. You will rest for TWO days. No gym time, passive stretches and range of motion ONLY!" I dropped my head as I replied yes Ma'am. She rubbed my nose with hers. "You did well yesterday with your response. You calmed Waleed so he could help you. However, you should have called for help."
She pointed at the bag. "With Tamam's consent, I asked for Hamza to make you a few things to help with your care. I hope you like them. Your friends are waiting for you in the lounge." She hugged me again and departed.
I went to the bags, to find out what Hamza made for me. Tamam stopped me, he directed me to the shower. Afterwards he let me see the great gift and the big secret. Fahima had shirts made for me with pockets on the back to hold the telemetry unit. They also had a small hidden pass-through for the leads to slide through.
The bag on the dresser contained sleepwear, underwear, and 'swim trunks.' I blushed and asked, "Does she know that I was using her bikini bottoms?"
Tam kissed me and replied, "Ours is a small family, it is difficult to keep secrets."
"Tam, my family was a small family. Your dad had a nation!" Tam started applying the leads to their corresponding adhesive dots on my chest. I could do it myself but he liked taking care of 'his boy.' He would only have another couple weeks to do it before I ship back to Germany, and then possibly to the Wilford Hall Medical Facility in Texas for final review if I had another setback or chose to fight the board.
This weekend we will simply enjoy the long break. The facility in Riyadh was on minimum manning and mandatory down time to release the stress caused by the disaster. I was grateful for five days with Tam and my friends.
Papa used to say live in the now the future is never written, until it is in the past. Tam presented me a light reddish brown dress shirt with a tall band collar. Suddenly I was called back to what Fahima said. "Tam, did Fahima say that there were doctors with her?"
"That would be my fault. You were having such trouble sleeping, with the nightmares I thought it would be good to talk to someone." Fuck he brought me a shrink. My least favorite medical practitioners in the world and he is inflicting one on me. I shot him an angry look. "Jono it is for your own good. You cannot continue to live like this. You must be able to sleep through the night."
I understood he was right, but it didn't mean I had to like the situation. The last thing I liked doing was facing my baggage. The pain of the past deserves to be where it was, in the past. Hell, dad forced me to go to one after I heard one of my doctors tell him I probably wouldn't live to adulthood. Then after the crash, to age 15, I spent hours talking to one shrink or another, 3 times a week.
The last shrink DCF forced on me was the worst. Doctor, "No just" GUY, gave me the bullet point refresher course on survivor's guilt. Like it was some great new concept. I received no great revelations from 'GUY' then, I expected nothing different this time. I took psych and abnormal psych at 15 just to get away from therapy.
I dropped my head and told him, "Tam, I'll do it for YOU. I had trouble sleeping before my parents died. I'm just wired that way. If this guy has some magic bullet to make the dreams fade I'll listen to him. If for no other reason than YOU think it is important."
He pulled my head up to lock his eyes onto mine, "Jono, that is not how this works. Like physical therapy, it only works if 'YOU' find value in it. I just want you to try." Damn I hate it when people throw my emphatic enunciations back at me but, he was right and I knew it. The Imam had been trying to work through the dream on a metaphysical level with me. I was just getting tired of talking.
We joined the crowd in the lounge Nessa ran to me and gave me a hug. Clearly word of my setback traveled. Cal rubbed my head and teased. "Hey squirt, the hotel was great. I am looking forward to getting to know you. Just stop scaring my baby sister." Jamaal gave me a bear hug. I didn't have the strength to argue, I just said sorry.
I saw Doc Connor with a freckle faced red headed nerdy looking guy on the other side of the lounge. I looked at Tam, "He looks younger than me." Tam held back a laugh and just shook his head no. I felt tightness in my chest and a pinch. It felt like someone pinching me from inside my body. I soldiered on making the rounds.
Reza and Pete quickly crossed the room. Reza hugged and kissed me asking if I was ready to stay in his guestroom. "I'll likely be in Frankfurt for a couple weeks for testing at the medical group. Then a week or two to out-process the squadron and on to terminal leave..." My head dropped and my eyes misted.
Pete hugged me trying to cheer me up, "Don't give up, you are strong. You can bounce back..."
I interrupted curtly, "Pete, I often get winded pulling up my shorts in the morning. I damn near put myself back in a coma yesterday by pushing too hard." He started to apologize for putting me in this position.
That was all I could take. "Papa Omar, I need to borrow your office for a moment please." Tam started to join us, I held up my hand stopping him.
I grabbed Pete's shirt and drug him into the office. Once the doors were closed I spun on him and shoved my finger into his chest. "What happened in Riyadh wasn't your fault!" I jabbed his chest as I shouted each of the next three words, "I - FUCKED - UP!" My chest was heaving, "I never should have given that warning command. I violated the first rule of arms. If the threat is imminent just shoot. Plain and simple, I fucked up! I paused, and I got myself shot. I did this to myself!"
I went on for quite a bit more jabbing and poking his sternum the whole time. Tears running down my cheeks, I felt like such an idiot. "If the shooter had just pulled the trigger the General would have died. If the son of a bitch hadn't been so target fixated on me he could have really had a headline." I didn't realize how hard I was breathing until spots formed before my eyes.
Pete shouted out my name. My vision closed like an iris fading to black. For the second time in as many weeks I woke on Omar's office couch. Doc Connor and Fahima were clearing the room. Tamam of course could not be moved. He was on his knees by my side, he saw my eyes open. "You frightened us again. Slow deep breaths." He caressed my cheek, while I mouthed the word Pete over and over.
He called the agent over to my side and I said in a whisper. "I'm sorry Pete. I must have looked like a chihuahua yapping at a saint bernard when I was yelling at you."
He laughed and replied, "What is funnier is the fact the chihuahua actually had the saint bernard backing down in fear. Jono, you sir, are scary when you are angry." We laughed.
He continued, "There were enough mistakes made that day. I should have stood up to Fibrin. Speaking of that asshole; Fibrin received a formal reprimand and put in his retirement paperwork. Both General Mallory and Donnelly wanted him court-martialed. The JAG and ADC made the argument it might be overly stressful for you to testify. I think they are sending him to McMurdo Station to run out his last year." I laughed at the thought of him in Antarctica.
Tamam clapped his hand on Pete's shoulder. I'm not sure what happened when I was out, but it looked like a weight was raised off them both. Pete departed leaving me alone with Tam, Fahima and Dr Trevor Connor. The Doc spoke, "You know what just happened to you lil guy?"
I began describing my symptoms. He stopped me. "You got excited, you hyperventilated, and then you passed out. No great mystery here. I told you before, your recovery is gonna take the time it takes. Even your body has to follow that rule. The challenge for you is not a return to service, it is just recovery. I, and everyone else, know your desires. You need to set realistic goals at this point."
He took my blood pressure. Then he rubbed my head. I could tell he was trying to figure out how to tell me something unpleasant. "It's not just your body lil guy, your spirit is hurt. We will start that recovery journey tomorrow, Friday, and Saturday. That is why I brought Doc Fitz with me. He's a nice enough guy, I hope you give him the chance to help you."
Fahima dutifully took down the numbers Doc Connor read off. Once the vitals were complete she left the room leaving me alone with Tam and Trevor. "Jono, do you feel like meeting Doc Fitz now? You really are quite lucky. We have him on loan from the Florida Air National Guard out of Eglin AFB. You two are likely to have a hell of a lot to talk about, coming from the same neck of the woods and all."
My thoughts were highly acerbic. Oh joy the Air Force couldn't even fund a full-time doc. They had to bring in a weekend warrior. Connor left the room to bring in the newest head-shrink in my life. I was not amused. I hated shrinks.
Doc Connor and the redheaded stepchild of the medical profession entered the room. The Opie all grown up looking doctor extended his hand and gave me a wet fish handshake. God I knew the angle he was using. He was trying to make himself look weaker in order to draw me out. He had probably been holding a glass of ice water or something in order to give it that clammy feel.
"Hello Sergeant Al-Amin, I'm Kyle Fitzgerald. Looks like we're going to be spending a little bit of time together. I have no doubt you're probably going through all kinds of gambits in your head about how I'm going to handle your therapy. Stop. I never put together a therapy package before I meet the person. I do consult your past physicians, which for me is a good thing. I know a few of your physician's personally. My father send his regards"
That is when I made the connection. He had his father's gentle eyes. My doc Fitz the man who fought so hard to keep me alive so long ago. I embraced his son and caught up. After a good chat I asked him the 15 million dollar question, "Is therapy really mandatory?"
He replied, "In the eyes of your physician, and commander, yes. Even if it wasn't mandatory, it would be a very good idea. Jono, you have gone through a major life-altering event. You need to develop some tools to get your head around it. All I'm here for is to guide you. The question you need to ask yourself is, are you healing, or hiding here?"
I must have had a stunned expression on my face. He continued, "I don't want an answer right now, I want you to think on it tonight."
Then gave me another handshake then left me alone with Tam and Doc Connor. I looked at Trevor as if he betrayed me. "Why" I whined, "I was coping, I was dealing with it in my own way." I was happy to meet the son of the doctor who saved my life but I just wanted to move on.
He rubbed my shoulder, "Jono, you should know, a mental hygiene check is mandatory before you meet with the review board. Here at least you are on friendly grounds, YOUR turf. Even if it wasn't required, given your nightmares it was a good step." I knodded acknowledging the truth of his words. It didn't mean I had to like them.
"I do want you to continue weaning yourself off the supplemental oxygen. You were quite right yesterday at the pool. Be calm and let your body adjust to the lower oxygen level. I want you to SLOWLY, increase the load on the treadmill. Dress for temperature changes, you are likely to have trouble with cold for a while. I expect you to be a little breathless when you get back to Germany."
Tam was giving me the "broken boy" look. I could see him planning another wardrobe so I would be bundled up when I got back to Germany. I was so wrapped up in my feelings of how crappy I felt. Doc Connor left Tam and I alone. It took a few moments to shake it off, pity was bad enough self-pity is even worse. I thought to myself this too shall pass, kinda like a kidney stone, but it will pass.
In the grand scheme of things our quality of life can be measured by our adaptation to change. It is a string of temporary events that we have to make our own. My 'now' is turning unpleasant, maybe I can make someone else's now better. I asked Tam to get Najib and Papa Omar. I quickly bounced an idea off them. The men liked it. After a couple quick calls back to Florida, my plan was in motion.
December 31st (1500) (Meet the family)
Papa Omar had five wives, two of them now in the long rest. I was not kidding about him creating a nation. When you counted his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, there were more people present at that house then lived in all of Fluffy Landing. The women gathered in the house and the men out in the back garden and on the terraces.
I was grateful for my new status with the family, as Omar's ward. I could walk where I wished. I wasn't property, although Tam did still like to stay within arm's reach. I was expected to look after my sisters and my father's wives. As an adopted son they were now my mothers and sisters to protect as well. Tam's brothers received me well, I now had even more people trying to plan my future, oh joy.
Tam tried to stay close but he was often pulled away. He was after all the hero of the day. There was a small gathering of young Hassan boys in their late teens and early twenties. They noticed me, my ass, and how protective Tamam was of me.
The boys were referring to me as Tamam's newest European "sharmoota" whore. I assume they thought I could not understand them, either that our they just didn't care. The comments continued and intensified. "I'd love to feel that pussy on my cock." "Tamam has excellent taste in sluts." "I'd have that bitch on his knees all day long sucking my cock." Then they got really crude.
I felt so cheap. For all I knew, maybe they were right. Omar saw my expression as he overheard a few of the sleazy comments. He embraced me saying loudly in Arabic, "Jono my son, you should be introducing yourself to your new nephews. Boys this is my adopted son Jono. He was shot defending our King's honor. Our family is helping him with his recovery."
I replied, "I am sorry Papa. I will try to talk to all of the family, my Arabic is not as strong as it should be. I didn't understand a few of the words they used. I was afraid they would think me dumb." The boys crawled away, their bravado evaporated.
Omar pulled me against his thobe hugging me. All I could say was, "Thank you, Papa."
He rubbed the back of my head saying, "I think tact and wisdom has skipped this generation." He or Tamam remained at my side and introduced me to the rest of the family. I was welcomed warmly. Later a couple of the boys pulled me aside and apologized for their comments.
Papa and I wandered up to the quarantine zone to see Fajira when a familiar voice was raised behind me. "Good evening Mr Al-Amin or do I say Banks now?"
"Your Excellency may address me how his honor wishes." I turned and greeted the judge. "But legally I am once again an Al-Amin."
"In the eyes of my court that was always so." He hugged me and kissed my cheeks. "Have you given thought to your future, I understand your military career may be ending."
"Your honor, it's my hope that I may still recover enough to continue my Air Force career. I hate leaving anything half done. With my recent setbacks I'm starting to understand, I do have physical limitations which may preclude continued service. If I am medically retired, it's my hope to return to the kingdom. My father still owns property here, and it was his desire at least one of his son's follows after him."
"Jono, I knew your father almost as well as Omar. He would want you to follow your passion, and not just blindly following HIS path." Omar hugged my shoulder. The Judge continued, "I have met you once before when you were very young. It was at your grandfather's funeral. It was an arrogant hope of mine that you would remember me when we met at the hotel. Your grandfather was a skilled diplomat. For years he pushed your father down that path. His battle wounds and your mother turned him another direction."
Papa Omar properly greeted his nephew. The two men debated about the course of my life. I should have been paying attention but my attention was centered on a debate that was raging behind the judge. Two children, I assumed his, were arguing with each other using their fingers. Damn they were fast I was having difficulty keeping up. Eventually I discovered the two men had stopped talking.
I looked at Papa Omar, "Jono is their conversation of more interest?" The judge began laughing patting my back. He told me his daughter was mute. Her older brother was very protective.
The pretty girl signed in SSL, "You sign?"
Her face lit up when I replied back in Saudi Sign, "Not good like you Nona. I not so quick. I rusty" The 12 year old boy was furious that I had been eavesdropping on HIS private conversation. He barked that his sister could hear fine. "I am sorry Khalid, my intrusion was not intended. You should know your signing is not a guarantee of secrecy. Please forgive me, What I heard I shall keep in confidence." When I extended my hand he smiled big and shook it (after looking to his father for guidance).
The judge grabbed my arm again, "As I said Jono, diplomacy runs in your family. Your skills have been missed on embassy row. Najib was quite right when he told me that the Justice Ministry could benefit from your assistance from time to time. Just hold it in your thoughts. We know it is too soon and your immediate future is cloudy. I know your destiny is to come home, you belong here."
(1900) Nap time for the little ones.
Fahima and the ladies were trying to put the little ones down for a nap. I think it is a universal curse that children will always fight nap time. I asked if it would help if I told them a story about one of my favorite songs. The children were excited. I asked Papa Omar if the Russian Epic of Tzar Berendey was appropriate. He replied only if I play the song as well.
After reciting a condensed version, the little girls applauded. Love wins in the end of course they would love it. Then the boys picked the story apart. Making critical comments. The Tzar was a fool for drinking from another man's well without his permission. The Tzar was a slob for not keeping his beard trimmed short. The Tzar's son Ivan was a dog for hiding the fairy's dress. The daughter was evil for betraying her father.
On and on it went until Momma Daliyah recommended we just play the piece for the children. One of the older boys brought me Mara and we began. I discovered Daliyah was a great pianist. We played Leoš Janáček's Pohádka. After 12 minutes of play all but one child was asleep.
Khalid hugged Daliyah and I, then whispered sleepily: "The story was bad, but the song was nice." The fathers, mothers, and older brothers carried the little ones to their beds. I loved watching the family pull together for the care of the little ones. I offered to help and Daliyah rested her forehead against mine telling me I had done my share, then joined in the care of the children upstairs.
I did a range of motion on the right arm. I performed a slow roll of the arm in the shoulder socket. I could feel the grinding. Tam's hot hands were rubbing the shoulder removing all of the tension. "You need a Spa day."
"Tam, I just need time with you. That's all I've ever needed in my life."
Tam whispered words of one of my favorite Persian poets Farroḵi in my ear. "Take off and throw aside, O Turk, this battle raiment. Take up the lyre and put down your shield and sword. - Put down your weapons boy! Bring me kisses! All this trouble and strife serves no purpose at all!"
I was damaged, I would never again be an effective warrior. My beloved was telling me, like the captured Turkish soldier, I had far more to offer.
He grabbed Mara and my bow. He linked his arm in mine and we walked back to his room. He closed and locked the hall door behind us. He wanted uninterrupted playtime with his boy. He told me that we would not be expected to rejoin the party until at least 10 or so at night.
In a pinch we could just tell everyone that I was tired, everyone knew I was weaker and took naps often since the shooting. We set Mara up in his lounge. Then he took me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. We began yanking each other's clothes off on the way. By the time he tenderly laid me down on the bed I was butt naked. I rested the telemetry unit on my nightstand.
He took some medicated massage oil and began rubbing his hands across my chest and shoulders loosening the muscles releasing the knots that had formed during the day. Everywhere his hands in the oil touched my skin tingled. By the time he had finished the front side of my body was vibrating almost like Mara's strings.
The sneaky shit gave a tug on my cock and it instantly became erect with an almost painful hard on. I looked at him and told him it wasn't fair. With his index finger he touched my nose saying not much in life is fair little one. Then he rolled me over on my stomach and began working on my back. He forcefully worked the oil into my shoulders and down my back. Then from the soles of my feet to the crack of my ass.
He started working his fingers into my hole. "Such a tight little pussy you have. I am such a blessed man to own it."
I replied defensively "Tam I'm a boy, I don't have a pussy."
"This is the hole that carries my cock. It is my boy's pussy. It is how he physically shows me his love."
I thought to myself, if this makes it easier for him to fuck me, who am I to complain. I rolled my head back and whispered, "Own my pussy. Take it, it has missed its master for too long. This morning was not enough. It's never enough." Without realizing my hand was soaked in the oil I reached back and stroked his cock. It had the same effect on him that it had on me.
"Jono!" His turgid cock was fully engorged. It looked angry as it jutted almost straight out.
I smiled at him and said, "It looks like that needs to be wiped off, I can think of a place you can put it to rub it off. It might even give us both a little relief." He kissed my lips and pulled my hips up touching the head of his mighty shaft to my well oiled hole.
He kept my head turned so that he could look at my face for any visible signs of pain or discomfort. Above anything else he knew that I had experienced far more pain, than any one person should bear in a lifetime. I knew he would move heaven and Earth to make sure he never added to it.
He slowly and steadily sheathed his cock deep within me. I could tell with the medicated oil soaking into his cock he wanted to pile drive me. The one thing that was true about my Tam, he had control. With him sex was a marathon not a sprint. He took his time to extend our pleasure. As his pubic bush made contact with my ass, my normal grunts and squeaks were replaced as I let out a soft "FU-FU-FU-FUCK MEEEE!"
Even though he wanted to go harder, he remained in complete control. He reached around my chest and started playing with my nipples. First the left then the right. He saw the look of concern on my face as he pinched the right nipple hard. "What troubles my little boy?"
"With all the surgical work they did to keep me alive, I can barely feel the right side of my chest. It's all numb. It doesn't feel like part of my body anymore. It's kind of like a distant memory of a touch." Fuck, I thought to myself I'm killing the mood. "Fuck my pussy, own it. Make me feel you, please."
He pulled out of me just enough to get to his knees. Then he rolled me to my back raising my legs to his shoulders he slid his cock fully inside me. A warm smile spread across my face as he slowly fucked me deep.
He dragged his hands down my body reciting still more ancient poetry this time from Awhadi-e Marage. "Your fragrant wavy hairs are like a trap, o boy. Your face resembles the full moon, o boy!"
I reached up playing with his massive pecks. He made them dance under my touch as he continued to pound my ass. I love touching his body as he sought our pleasure. Each part of it was a masterpiece. Together his parts formed a priceless work of art. If his body was the symphony, then my cooing and sounds of pleasure were its choir.
I looked up to Tam's face as I began grunting out unintelligible babble, "Ugh... more... faster... Ugh fuck!" I was pleading for him to go faster and harder. It was the one part of my body I knew I had full feeling in.
"You have such a tight pussy. It holds and keeps its master hard." With one final thrust he filled my hole with his cum. The feeling of so much skin on skin friction triggered my own orgasm. Several volleys of cum shot from my untouched cock. One spasm landed on my right cheek. Tam swept it up with a soft kiss. He kissed me tenderly sharing the taste of my love for him.
He rolled to his back and pulled me to my right side to lean on him as I recovered. "Tam, would you and Papa Omar be disappointed with me if I didn't fight the MRB? If I just took the medical retirement and became your boy?"
He held my face, "I would love it, Papa would expect more. He and I share a desire for you to leave the military. He wants you to return to school and follow your passions. I know you would be happy caring for my home and my needs, for a time. I fear you would tire of it and eventually resent me. The last thing I wish for you to think is that you are trapped." He kissed my forehead. "There is time to think of the future."
We drifted to sleep in each other's arms.
(2100) - A time for endings and beginnings.
We showered, dressed, and rejoined the family. Momma Daliyah had a plate of food prepared for me. Then she looked at Tam and playfully patted his belly. Then she wagged her finger in his face saying, "You can afford to skip a meal, my sweet little boy cannot." She kissed my forehead.
Fahima swept in to double check my vitals. "You should have seen the doctor's face two hours ago. Your heart was all over the place. I do believe he was going to break down the door to check on you. Next time turn the telemetry unit off before you start to 'exercise.' It will send a timeout code so that we do not worry."
Tam rubbed his fingers through my hair. "My little sister does nag so. I will care for our boy." My Tam teased his sister in reply.
With my late meal over, Tam and Papa Omar drug me around the terrace introducing me to the rest of the family my new brothers, nephews and cousins.
Just before midnight Najib made the formal announcement of his engagement to Nessa. I knew there would be a huge celebration of the event. A celebration I wouldn't ever experience with Tam. I settled on the knowledge that I had him. For now that was enough. Cal and Jamaal could see the flash of disappointment on my face. Cal grinned, "You get used to it squirt." It was as if the couple knew what I was thinking.
1986 was a year with many endings. Here is hoping that 1987 is full of nothing but joyful beginnings.
Authors comments:
I love all the feedback on the Jono tale. Thank you for being so kind.
Mega thanks to Emri S (http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#emris) for introducing me to Nifty.
I have stepped away from Jono for a bit. I put a bit too much of Aza and I into the characters. Churned up a bit of hurt. Thinking about jumping ahead a bit. 30 years or so... Tam and Jono running a foster home for abandoned kids maybe...
For now I am doing shorter stories (http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/chase-n-justice)
--Izzy