III.
--18 August, 2000--
Singapore--Two days had passed since the release from their confinement. Hamid had purchased what clothing he needed and had taken a room in a downscale hotel not far from The Mandarin. The night before, Rick had made his normal contact with his control. Information had been sent that a replacement for Abram Weiss was on his way to Singapore and that Rick should be on alert. Secondly, control asked Rick that he make preliminary contact with the man known as Jaak Romke. It was necessary to ascertain if he was associated with the apparent heart attack of Weiss. His "employment" by Das Brüder was thought to be an accurate assessment, but it need absolute confirmation.
Finally, control stated that he could share what information he thought essential with Hamid al Omar.
That evening, he had made the a contact with Hamid and informed him of The Weiss replacement and his need to meet with Jaak.
"I might see him in the exercise room tomorrow morning," Rick observed.
"Be careful," Hamid warned, "He might be more than you think! By-the-way, Weiss' replacement is connected with the Masad--name's Ira Gorn."
It was Rick's turn to be surprised at the quality of Hamid's information. He made no comment. He knew that it was accurate.
The next morning, Rick rose early, showered and took his exercise bag down to the third floor. After an hour's workout, he had not seen Jaak and decided to give his tired muscles the relaxation that the steam room allowed. He entered the room. It was empty. He sat on the second level on the side.
Within three minutes, the door opened and in walked Jaak Romke. Rick was mildly surprised. The Lithuanian walked to the tier opposite Rick, took the towel from about loins, spread it out on the wooden bench and sat down. As before, he leaned back against the upper bench, rested his arms on it and spread his legs. The low light and the humid vapor did little to hide the opulence of his equipment.
Several times Rick glanced over at that exposed crotch and then briefly up to the face. Always the eyes were closed, and Rick then glanced back down. He seemed mesmerized by the immodest display! What Rick didn't know was that Jaak' eyes were not completely closed! He was observing Rick through the narrowest of slits. Jaak was aware of the other man's apparent interest in his crotch. Also, what Rick didn't know was that Shala had asked Jaak to, "Make contact with the American."
Jaak was at a quandary as to how to initiate the contact, but Rick's glances down to his cock gave him an answer. For the last week Shala had arranged daily erotic liaisons with Jaak. At first he was disgusted, but after several days he looked forward to their sensual couplings with unabashed desire. The last two times he had even taken the hard, mahogany colored, glistening cock into his mouth and sucked it a bit. He had surprised himself the first time when, without a conscious decision, he had taken it! He was even surprised at the fact that the hard muscle in his mouth seemed to increase his own erotic desires. So, he decided, since Rick indicated some interest in his cock, he would initiate contact in a manner similar to the way that Shala had first done with him.
The thought of it did not disgust him, on the contrary the anticipation caused his cock to swell and lengthen. He allowed it.
Rick glanced across the narrow steamy room again. This time he was greeted with the sight of a semi erect cock. Not only was his interest piqued, he was completely captivated by its considerable dimension, and growing rigidity. He quickly glanced up to Jaak' face--his eyes were still closed. So, he glanced back down to the now mighty cock, angling up and outward. It spasmed--lurched upward. Quickly Rick glanced into the face. Now the eyes were open and locked on his. He, self consciously, looked away.
Jaak slowly got up, wrapped the towel about his waist, secured it and adjusted his erection so that it was partially masked by the towel. He stepped over to Rick, slid his hands under the American's covering towel and fondled his now semi hard cock.
Rick was startled as he glanced into Jaak' face.
Jaak smiled and said, "1014." That was all, and he left.
"A week ago I would never have done that!" Jaak mused to himself.
Then Mikal's pronouncement of years back flooded back into his internal sound system: "You poor man . . . You can't accept what you are! Too bad man . . . . You'll be miserable until you accept that . . . like me . . . you're a 'fuckin . . . .!'" Jaak could not even internally utter the word! Yet, Shala had unwittingly open the flood gate. The Tamil had partially released Jaak from the strictures of the past and allowed him to enjoy what he now relished.
Rick was stunned! He sat there another fifteen minutes trying to figure out the situation and, more particularly, his own reaction. When jaak's hand had insinuated itself under the towel, Rick did not back away, shift or make any move to contradict the invading hand. He merely allowed it!
"Why?" he said out loud.
When he left the steam room, the locker room was empty. He quickly took a shower, dressed and went up to his room. The message light was blinking on his room's phone. He lifted the receiver, punched in the appropriate number and listened to Hamid's voice asking him to return the call. Rick called Hamid immediately.
"Did you make contact" the Egyptian asked.
"Yes," Rick answered, "He wants me to meet him in his room--1014." Rick did not relate the circumstances of the contact.
"Be careful, Rick! I don't trust him."
"I will. And, neither do I," he answered and hung up the phone.
Rick took the elevator down to the tenth floor, glanced about--checking the surroundings--then walked to 1014 and lightly knocked on the door.
The door to 1014 opened and Rick was met by the nude, smiling Jaak. He was taken back somewhat.
"Come in," Jaak invited in heavily accented English and with a smile.
Rick entered the room and turned to face Jaak.
The latter amiably walked over to Rick, smiling and casually cupped his crotch.
Shock and dismay mixed with wonder flowed through Rick's veins. The sight of Jaak's body in the steam room and then here stirred in his groin. It was not unpleasant, but it was a bit troublesome for Rick.
The cupped hands gently massaged its captive. Quickly, the fondled cock began to spring to life as Rick merely stood--transfixed. He was filled with a fusion of shock and growing sensual pleasure. The sight of Jaak's smooth, muscular, nude body and his swinging, flaccid cock had broken through the veneer that had protected Rick all these years. Later, Rick would realize that the key had been the brief encounter he and Hamid had had. The flood gates had been breached and the resulting inundation could not be denied! He felt his knees quiver and wondered if he would, unceremoniously, collapse.
Slowly, Jaak unzipped the fly, reached under the waistband of the briefs and hauled out the hardening cock--all the time his eyes were locked on the American's and a smile spread across his face.
Gently he fondled that hardening cock and consciously decided that, "Now is the time." He fell to his knees and quickly sucked that erect cock into his mouth.
The feeling of that hot, moist mouth incasing his rigid staff was a sensation beyond any previous experience. "Fantastic!" was all Rick could think.
Jaak withdrew, looked at the glistening cock before him and marveled at its proportions--long hard shaft capped with a scarlet, gleaming, mushroom head. It was unlike the mahogany cock of Shala's, and, because he had been the conscious initiator, it ws exceedingly desirable! He sucked it again into his mouth, savoring the form, hardness and neutral flavor.
"Oh, gawdddd," escaped from Rick's mouth as he marveled at the feeling.
Quickly, while inhaling that cock, he undid the waist band of the pants and in a single motion stripped them and the briefs down to Rick's ankles. Again he gave up the cock and stood up. His lips were glistening from their erotic endeavor. He saw that Rick's eyes were glazed and unblinking--as if a sensual stupor, which was the case. Carefully, he peeled the polo shirt from the American's torso and let it fall to the floor. Unlike himself, Rick's chest was dusted with light brown hairs. And, unlike his small brown aureolas, these were much large and pink, centered with erect small, cock-like rigid nipples. He bent over and gently laved one of those beauties with the tip of his tongue.
Rick again gasped audibly--both with sensual delight and surprise at this new feeling, wonderful sensation!
Jaak tried to maneuver Rick to the bed, but the impeding pants nearly caused Rick to topple.
Quickly, with no conscious volition he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the confines of his trousers. He allowed himself to he placed on the bed. Instantly the smooth, strangely hairless body, moved between his legs. Rick felt the hot tongue trace its way up the sensitive inner thigh and longed for its warm ministration on his throbbing cock again. He did not have to wait! He glanced down in time to see his cock disappear into Jaak' mouth as the head began to bob up and down. Deeply, from somewhere inside his soul a groan escaped.
"Ahhhh!"
Jaak was laying between those spread, hairy legs as he lasciviously sucked that light skinned, hard, new wonder. He moved his head faster and farther down that long shaft.
Unconsciously, Rick hooked a leg over a muscled thigh and forced his foot downwards. The Lithuanian spread his legs. The heel insinuated itself into the cleft and rubbed against the puckered hole. This was not a conscious action on Rick's behalf, merely a primordial reaction.
A jolt passed through Jaak--both pleasurable and dragging up ancient, unwanted relicts. The pleasurable sensation dominated, held sway and he sucked faster.
Strangely, Rick became mildly aware of the reaction his heel had engendered and began to move it up and down within that dark, warm gap. The massaging heel elicited a deep groan. The knowledge that he was conveying pleasure to one who was imparting on him so much delight became apparent. In addition, what was also apparent was the fact that a man was giving him so much voluptuous pleasure! Rick was lost in a pervasive haze of sexuality from which only release was the object.
Without mindful volition, Rick sat up, his cock still impaling that hot mouth, reached over and with both hands cupped those smooth, muscular buns. He began to fondle them and spread them. This action caused Jaak to, involuntarily, lift his hips upwards--as if to glean more pleasure from that erotic, deep caressing.
Without knowing why, certainly without any previous experience, Rick rasped, throatily, "I want to fuck that beautiful ass!" While verbally imparting his desire a finger slipped down into that hot crease and lightly ran over the puckered, quacking hole.
Jaak, cock deep in his mouth, groaned at the action. But, when he consciously became aware of Ricks desire, he quickly withdrew. "Why?" he demanded.
"I don't know! I've . . . I've never done this before . . . I don't know!"
"You've never fucked a guy before?"
"No, I haven't," Rick confessed.
"Have you ever been with a man before?" he asked, beginning to realize what he perceived to be a unique situation.
"Well . . . not like this!"
Then, thoughtfully, Jaak asked, "Have you ever been fucked?" This he asked quietly and slowly.
Rick's eyes locked on those of Jaak as unspoken communication flowed. Rick did not answer.
After some thought and ever so gently, Jaak asked, "Have you been raped?"
The word "raped" caused Rick to shudder. Jaak perceived the reaction.
"I have never been fucked," the Lithuanian admitted, took a deep breathed and confessed, quietly, "But, I was . . . raped . . . years ago." He dropped his eyes from Rick.
Seconds later, after realization, with infinite compassion and understanding, Rick cupped Jaak' face in his hands, leaned over and gently placed a knowing kiss on his lips. That was the first time he had ever kissed a man. It was innocent, compassionate and communicated reams of information and understanding.
Tears flowed down the cheeks of Jaak Romke. Tears of relief and a new felt freedom. One of the tears were tenderly kissed away. "I was raped years ago, too," whispered Rick.
"All right," came a whisper from that tearful face. Until the past week, he had never, knowingly, had sex with a man. The times with Shala, passionate, inviting, revealing had opened compartments of his life that he never knew existed, "Maybe it was the stress of the situation," he had said silently a few days before and after a particularly long and passionate coupling with Shala. He knew what he had thought months ago, years ago, "It's unnatural." Yet this past week and these past few minutes indelibly burned into his mind that for him it was now not unnatural. It was wonderful. Further, he realized that these actions and the one he had just contemplated, in no way, compromised his masculinity. As a matter of fact, it seemed to fire his virility to unimaginable heights. Besides, had this man not as much as admitted that this was his first sexual contact with another man?
Rick cocked his head, questioning the words he had just heard.
"You . . . can . . . . fuck me."
Realizing what had been communicated and the well from which it was dredged, Rick shook his head. "No," he said definitely, then, "I . . . . can't!"
"No . . . you can . . . I want it! . . . . Don't ask me why . . . . but . . . . I want you to fuck me!"
"I . . ." Rick began, but quickly Jaak placed his hands over his mouth.
Gently he pushed Rick back down on the bed, reached into the drawer of the bedside table, drew out a tube of KY, opened it, squeezed a dollop into his hand and slathered it over Rick's cock. The feeling of the cold KY plus the warm hand caused a wonderful sensation to rocket through his body. Carefully, Jaak squeezed another generous portion of the lubricant on his hand, reached between his legs, smeared it over his ass hole and carefully slipped a finger past the muscled opening. Briefly he fingered his hole, fighting to relax.
"I really don't want to do this!" Rick breathed.
Jaak merely smiled as he straddled those hairy thighs, grabbed the rigid cock and positioned it beneath his tight hole. He lowered himself until there was felt substantial pressure on that puckered opening. Then he maneuvered the swollen cock head back and forth over that sensitized orifice. The action brought gasps of delight from both men. More pressure was brought to bear and Jaak willed himself to relax. Without warning, the muscled ring gave way and the head popped in.
Rick groaned. Jaak fought to suppress the discomfort that the invasion caused and also the memory that was also dredged up--caused by the same action those years back--however forced. After a couple of seconds, he bore down more. Fully a third of that substantial cock had slipped into his hot tunnel. The sensations were foreign, but not altogether unpleasant. Jaak took several deep breaths and sat down fully, completely impaled on that hard, rigid, throbbing cock.
Rick was dizzy with the new, glorious sensations that tight hole engendered in his being. Within the space of one short week, doors of unthought of, unheard of actions and experiences had been opened and he was inundated by a flood of unbelievable feelings and emotions. He opened his eyes and looked at the face of that man sitting on his cock, then down to the broad chest, laddered abdomen, that thick bush of hair with that proud outstanding cock. He was regaled in lascivious delight as his cock was totally caressed by that hot, muscled tunnel. Rick was ravished with desire!
Likewise, Jaak reveled in this unique sensation--the feeling of a hard cock shoved into his ass, willingly. For the Lithuanian, it was indescribable and utterly desirable. Whether it was the fact that this hard cock was filling him or the palpable feeling of its girth moving in and out past the sensitized opening--he knew not which only that it was incredible! He began to raise and lower his body on that marvelous cock. Both groaned in the utter and mutual delight they both felt.
Neither heard the low click of the door opening.
It was Rick who suddenly became aware of the third person in the room!
"What the hell!" shot from his mouth as he tried to sit up and also to dislodge himself from the delicious prison.
Jaak turned to be met by the sneering face of Shala. A short Lithuanian phrase sprang from his lips. One could only assume that it was some Baltic invective.
Shala's lips curled in an evil grin. "You fuckin whore," he spat out, "You'd let this American fuck your ass, but you'd hardly touch me!" Then he added, "Hold the stud down!"
Rick jackknifed, kneeling in the middle of the bed, Jaak beside him. Both faced the handsome dark skinned intruder.
"I said, 'hold him down!'" Repeating his last statement, he withdrew an automatic from a shoulder bag.
Both Jaak and Rick could see that it was armed with a silencer. Jaak hesitated. The automatic swung in his direction.
"Do what I say," Shala demanded.
"Why are you doing this?" came the question from Jaak.
"Hold that fucker down! Quickly!" Shala spat out with unconcealed venom.
"This is not part of the arrangement. It will only complicate things," Jaak said.
Shala pulled the trigger! "SPHAAAT!" was the only audible sound. Jaak grabbed his shoulder as he was spun around. Rick glanced at the Lithuanian whose hand was staunching the trickle of blood and back at the Tamil. He noticed that he was holding a small vial in his left hand. The gun swung in Rick's direction.
Just as silently as Shala had entered--Hamid came up behind the Tamil. The former had not closed the door completely--wanting to catch both in what he has hoped would be in flagrante delicto. He was right! His dark desires were satisfied. However, in his morbid anticipation, he had not covered his entrance. A serious. . . No . . . a fatal mistake.
Hamid dealt a well aimed chop to the base of the neck where it met the shoulder. There was a light cracking sound as the collar bone collapsed and Shala crumpled soundlessly to the floor.
Rick jumped from the bed, snatched his clothes and ran to the bathroom. Hamid had, of course, observed the two as he entered. The sight of the naked men on the bed nearly caused a hesitation that would have been deadly. He quickly reached down and took the automatic, glancing up at Jaak, still kneeling, nude on the bed, holding his injured shoulder. Then he quietly closed and bolted the room door! "No need for any more surprises," he thought.
Returning to the slumped figure, he glanced up , "Better get something on," Hamid said blankly. He was not unaware of the considerable physical attraction that this naked man engendered in his being. This confused and angered him somewhat. He was simultaneously angered and confused at the fact that obviously Rick and been consorting sexually with this nude, handsome, desirable stud.
Quickly Jaak got off the bed, walked to the sofa, picked up his briefs, and, with some difficulty, put them on.
Moments later, Rick emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed and flushed.
"Thanks," was all he said to Hamid.
Hamid merely nodded his acceptance.
Rick was deeply embarrassed that he had been "caught" by his new friend in this obviously compromising situation. He had barely accepted the possibility that man to man contact was pleasurable--he was not at the point of wanting to share that information with anyone else--just yet!
Hamid nodded again, keeping an eye on Shala's inert figure--not wanting eye contact with Rick. There was a tinge of the thought that he had secretly desired to be similarly liaised with this American, but he quickly put it out of his mind. He perceived that his presence was of extreme embarrassment for Rick as well as himself. However, the presence of the unconscious figure changed, complicated the equation immensely.
Jaak got up from the sofa where he had sat and walked towards the bathroom.
"Is it bad?" Rick asked.
Jaak shook his head. "Just a flesh wound." he murmured and added, "I've some antiseptic and bandages in the bathroom," he said as he closed the door behind him.
Rick, glancing furtively at Hamid, knelt down beside Shala, felt for a pulse ot the neck. It was there. "Where did you learn to do that?" he asked, trying to normalize an abnormal situation.
"Regular training," Hamid answered curtly.
Rick reached for Shala's left hand, pried open the fingers and gingerly removed the vial.
"What's that?" Hamid queried.
"Don't know. But, I have a feeling that it was meant for me."
He screwed off the top and brought the vial up to his nose to sample its odor--imperceptible--almost neutral. Jaak came from the bathroom. A white plaster covered the graze. "Be careful," he said, "That's not to be played with!"
"What is it?" asked Rick.
"I don't know. He used it last week with . . . deadly results," came the answer. "I found out that he is a paid assassin." Jaak looked at the unconscious figure. "He was my contact here . . . not part of my . . . my association . . . a mercenary I think. I was told nothing about him, only that I would be contacted." Jaak began to tremble imperceptibly. The whole situation created unresolved conflicts in his mind.
Jaak had been well trained by The Knights in both the physical and mental aspects of his craft. He had been instructed in the numerous ways of taking a human life. Yet, the taking of a life was not to his liking. After slashing that soldiers throat in that dark alley, Jaak was overcome by uncontrolled trembling and after he had returned to his dismal room he wretched until his whole body ached. It was days before he was able to suppress the black cloud that had enveloped him and return to some semblance of normality.
Both Rick and Hamid shot each other a questioning glance.
Jaak blanched white as his tremulous hand reached for the vial. Rick leadenly relinquished it without contest. Then Jaak looked down at the figure and commented to himself, ruefully, "Too bad, he knew how to turn a guy on!" Secretly, he thanked him for the lascivious initiation. But, he had a command! Quickly he knelt by the unconscious figure, opened the vial and poured two drops into the barely opened mouth, not without a shaking hand, boiling emotions and deep regret. But, this was a battle. He had his orders. They must be fulfilled. Jaak knew, as did the other two, that he was to be sacrificed!
Again, Hamid and Rick exchanged glances.
Jaak handed the vial back to Rick, winked and gave him a warm smile. He walked to the sofa where he picked up and quickly donned the rest of his clothes, all the time fighting back the revulsion in his mind over what he had just done. Both of the other men watched the brief clad figure--well muscled, broad back; firm, solid, rounded ass; sturdy, brawny thighs, tapering calves and all remarkably smooth. Smooth but for the thick head of hair and the luxuriant bush from which an opulent cock sprang. Both men gazed at this body. Rick with a twinge and Hamid with no small amount of wonder.
"It causes a heart attack . . . virtually untraceable" he explained as he dressed.
That beautiful purplish-blue flower commonly called "Monkshood" with the equally innocuous and unpronounceable botanical name: Aconitum ranunculaceae, or the more ominous sounding: "Wolfsbane" produced the deadly poison: aconitine. Virtually odorless and colorless; a few drops in a glass of liquid would quickly affect the heart muscle sending it into irreversible ventricular fibrillation. The poison quickly dissipates and unless it is initially suspected a competent technician could easily miss this contaminant.
Jaak's explanation caused Rick again to glance at Hamid, who was already looking at him. Rick mouthed the name of Abram Weiss. Imperceptibly Hamid nodded.
He sat on the sofa in a vain attempt to control the deep feeling of repugnance which consumed his being. He took several deep breaths. It was no use.
Shala's unconscious body stiffened, there was a gasp and the tensed muscles relaxed as a wet stain appeared at the crotch--the involuntary release of urine as all life leaves the body. Jaak quickly stood up and hurried to the bathroom. He had felt bile welling up in his throat and an unwanted need to vomit.
They heard gagging sounds from behind the closed bathroom door. Both men were surprised and embarrassed at being witness to this seemingly uncharacteristic act. Presently Jaak came back into the room, wiping his face with a dampened towel.
"Sorry, I think that it must have been something I ate," he lied as he tried to cover his own embarrassment.
Quickly and with utmost caution the three removed Shala's body from Jaak's room, carried it down the service corridor and dumped it into the garbage chute. The body fell into a large container where it was later covered by numerous bags of refuse. That night the container was collected and the contents were transported to a state-of-the-arts disposal facility where it was turned into thousands of anonymous bits of flesh and bones before it was incinerated. Shala, for all intents and purposes, simply disappeared without a trace--ceased to exist.
After quietly disposing of the body, the three returned to Jaak' room and in consort attempted to remove all traces of Shala's presence. Normally, Rick and Hamid would have gone their separate ways after getting rid of the body. But, in those short minutes, the three men from three separate and disparate agencies had unconsciously bonded in a manner few would understand.
"There's not much we can do about this hole," Rick said as he fingered a small hole over the bed that Shala's bullet had made after grazing Jaak's shoulder.
"Maybe it won't be noticed," Hamid said, and added, "the maids aren't too thorough, you know."
"It's a small hole," Jaak admitted.
"Still . . . I'd be careful," admonished Rick. Then as an afterthought, "If you get some patching plaster to fill the hole, it will blend in pretty well, I think," he suggested tentatively.
Jaak nodded his head in agreement. Then he quickly went to the bathroom and returned with a tube of toothpaste. He opened it, put the opening against the hole and squeezed until the excess began to ooze out. A quick swipe of the finger, removing the excess caused the errant hole to all but disappear! Both Rick and Hamid smiled, acknowledging Jaak's professionalism, his craft.
Jaak couldn't afford to be found out. Now that he had lost his contact, he would have to communicate with The Knights directly--an action the three finished cleansing the room. Before Rick and Hamid left, the room appeared as though the maid had just left--it was spotless--no trace, no hint of what had transpired.
The three decided on a rendezvous for the next morning. Hamid and Rick left together, agreeing that they would meet Jaak the next morning at the old fort on Sentosa--further agreeing that each would be taking separate roads.
On the way to the elevator Risk stated, "I'm really hungry!"
"Me, too," admitted Hamid.
"Do you know a place where we can eat?"
After a brief consideration, he said, "Yes, there's a small restaurant on Jalan India, The Raj. It's a short street . . . ."
"I know where it is. I'll meet you there in 20 minutes. OK?" stated Rick
"OK," consented Hamid.
They took separate elevators, separate directions out of the hotel and converged on Jalan India within minutes of each other. There Hamid entered a small restaurant.
Rick followed shortly thereafter. The interior was narrow, amply lit and contained eight tables. Some were occupied. Hamid was not to be seen! Rick glanced around again and caught the proprietor's eye who nodded towards a narrow set of stairs partially hidden behind a large, leafy plant. Rick mounted the stairs and entered an equally small upper dining area.
Hamid was sitting at a table next to a closed door. They smiled their greeting and Rick sat down. Ordering a light lunch, they ate in silence, still pondering that morning's tableaux.
"What are your thoughts on this Jaak," Hamid asked as they sipped their teh tarik.
"I, don't know . . . he's a real enigma. I thought that he was associated with Shala via Germany. But, I'm not sure . . . ."
"His reaction in the room was unusual, to say the least. Do you think his trembling and gagging was from the wound?"
Rick slowly shook his head. "No . . . no, I don't," he answered hesitantly, then as an after thought, "I somehow think it had to do with the . . . the killing."
"I think so, too," admitted Hamid, who added, "Strange!" Then after some thought, "I'm not sure I trust him."
Rick looked up. "Do any of us . . . trust each other?"
Hamid merely smiled at the obvious, and added, "He looks like the violent sort to me . . . not one who gets squeamish at taking a life."
"Different things effect people differently. I felt that this was his first real assignment and that he hadn't expected to snuff anyone. . . . Have you ever had to terminate someone?"
"No . . . . no, not really," Hamid admitted looking down into the bubbles of his tea.
"What do you mean, 'Not really'?" Rick thrust.
Hamid reddened and quietly he related his part in the death of Muhamet Sharif, never taking his eyes from the glass of tea.
"That's different!"
Hamid slowly shook his head. "No it's not," he quietly confessed. Then and only then did he glance away from the frothy tea and looked squarely at Rick. "I . . let him die!"
It was Rick who then glanced away. Hamid's pain was more than he could abide.
Hamid composed himself and continued, "You were close to Jaak?"
"No,"came the answer, realizing the implication.
"Oh," was the simple reply.
Again they both looked at each other trying to fathom the other person's thoughts.
Hamid began, slowly, "I only thought . . . that . . . "
"I know what you must have thought!" Rick interrupted. Then he added as a point of clarification, "We had just met this morning."
Hamid arched his eyebrows in disbelief and Rick realized how flimsy his explanation appeared. He continued, "I can't explain it. Things happened. It was the first time."
Again Hamid arched his eyebrows. "The first time?" he asked archly. Then he added, "I seem to remember another TIME!"
Realizing the reference, "Yeah, but that really didn't count." It was a feeble parry, Rick knew that, but the situation that morning was still too fresh, too disturbing to fully comprehend or to make any cogent assessment.
"Well, I count it!" Hamid declared flatly, attempting to hide his feelings.
Somewhat rebuked, as well as aware of Hamid's tone of voice, "Yeah, but it was different."
Rick again looked away. He had dug himself a hole from which he could not extricate himself. It seemed that the more he said, the worse his dilemma became. There was a fondness for this Egyptian, a fondness that had grown from mutual experiences and their close confinement. Yet, there were facts that could not be explained, let alone accepted. This assignment had inadvertently created too many conundrums, elemental questions that he could not answer. He fought to suppress them. It was impossible! His Pandora's Box had been opened and there was no way that the demons could be stuffed back inside. Deep inside he knew that he would have to confront them, but, at this minute he had neither the strength nor the courage!
He took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to neutralize his confused inner being. Reaching into his pocket he withdrew several bills, laid them on the table and got up. "I've got to go," he declared nervously, "I need to make a report . . . . Will see you tomorrow morning on Sentosa?"
"Yes, of course."
Rick left Hamid sitting at the table. Since that evening in their confinement, Hamid had carefully considered his reaction, his feelings and his responses. Unlike Rick's circumlocutious thought process on the matter, Hamid, characteristically confronted the issues head on. It was not part of his training, it was merely the way he had always approached things since he could remember. Regarding the incident in their confinement: he had admitted a certain curiosity regarding other men; he admitted that the sensations of that bout were pleasant, actually very pleasant; and he admitted that his positive response was probably an aberration compounded by the his first assignment, the implicit danger of their situation and the confinement, all combined. However, when he had followed Shala into Jaak' room that morning, seen Rick and the Lithuanian nude and in an obvious state of detumescence, and the danger created by Shala and the gun, he was thrown into chaos.
First, seeing Rick and Jaak together in that state was a shock that was mixed with an emotion, he now identified as jealousy. Second, the ominous gun directed at the two that morning caused Hamid to fear greatly for Rick's safety. And, third, the regarding of Jaak' muscular, naked body with his considerable endowment created an erotic jolt in his loins that he had not before experienced. The sight of Jaak had, frankly, turned him on!
"Would you like some more tea?" Hamid was startled out of his reverie by the waiter.
"No, thank you," he feebly answered. Being left alone, he returned to his internal analysis.
Rick had spent nearly an hour at his laptop the night before, reporting the happenings of that day as well as his own analysis. Of course he 'doctored' some of the incidences--especially the furtive and interrupted attempt at love making with Jaak. When he had checked his lap top that morning, there was not yet a reply, so he showered, dressed and went off to his rendezvous on Sentosa. Rick had decided to take the ferry across and arrived at the Sentosa side a full forty minutes before the scheduled meeting. Rather than the northern rout, he decided to take the southern path along the beach. He strolled along, stopping once for a cup of coffee. He had to return the first offering as it was heavily laced with sugar. He explained to the incredulous stall keeper that he wanted coffee without sugar. He continued walking, sipping on the hot, dark, aromatic brew. By 10:30 he started the gentle climb up the hill on top of which was the ruins of the fort. As he
reached the flat surface of the top he saw Hamid resting against the north parapet. They nodded imperceptibly at each other and Rick walked to the southern wall and looked out at the numerous moored ships. Jaak was not there. But, there was no concern in either men's minds. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes passed and still the Lithuanian did not make an appearance.
Hamid casually walked to within speaking distance, looked westward and said, "Wonder where he is?"
"I don't know."
"Did he contact you since yesterday morning?"
"No."
"Strange! He seemed eager for this meeting."
"There's a public phone by the ferry jetty. Do you know where it is?" asked Rick.
"Yes."
"Let's meet there. I'll call his room. The phone should be safe."
"OK. Fifteen minutes?" queried Hamid.
"OK," answered Rick and he moved off to the north path at a brisk pace.
Hamid took the southern route at an equally rapid tempo.
Rick arrived at the booth, deposited a coin and dialed The Mandarin. The hotel operator came on the line, "Room 1014, please." He heard the room phone ringing.
"I'm sorry Mr. Reske checked out last night," the operator said after switching back.
Rick was surprised. "Mr. B. Reske of room 1014?" he asked again, repeating the name that the operator had given him--he had not known what name Jaak had registered under--but, he wanted confirmation.
"Yes, sir. He checked out at 9:30."
"Thank you." Rick severed the connection. He turned in time to see Hamid briskly walking up the path. "He's gone!"
"What do you mean?"
"He checked out last night. I just got the confirmation from the hotel." As the information sunk into his consciousness, images of Jaak flashed through his brain--seated in the steam room with his legs spread apart affording a clear view of his considerable cock and balls; the sight of his own rigid cock being encased in Jaak' hot, moist mouth; the view of the Lithuanian's muscular torso, beautifully erect cock, brawny thighs as he straddled his hips in preparation of sitting on his own cock; and the look on Jaak' face after he had administered the lethal poison to the Tamil assassin.
"Why?"
"I don't know!" Rick answered, "Possibly he was recalled, or worse, maybe the Tamil's group got to him."
"Meet me at the restaurant . . . you know, the one that we were at yesterday . . . in an hour."
"OK," was all Rick could say.
They both went their separate ways. Rick first returned to his room and quickly contacted his control with the latest news and then walked briskly to the restaurant. He was breathless when he sat down at the small table on the second floor of the small restaurant. Hamid was waiting and Rick noticed a canvas bag beside Hamid, next to the wall.
"Your late," commented Hamid.
"Sorry, I had to contact someone."
"Any news?"
Rick shook his head. He could not shake the images of Jaak from his mind. "Something was wrong!" he thought.
"I wonder if Jaak' assignment, or even ours for that matter has been compromised?"
"I don't know," Rick replied, "I've been thinking the same thing. But . . . . I received no new orders."
"Neither have I," admitted Hamid.
Rick glanced up, a bit surprised that Hamid had also found time to make contact.
"This whole thing stinks," stated Rick.
"I agree."
They drank tea and ate a light lunch in silence. Finally, Hamid stated, "I've checked out of my hotel. I don't think it was safe."
"Why?" Rick asked, surprised.
"I don't know," Hamid murmured, "Something isn't right . . . . This whole thing is weird."
"Where are you going to stay?"
"It hasn't been decided yet." came the answer.
"When will you know?" Rick queried, a bit surprised at the degree of control under which Hamid worked.
"Early this evening . . . . I think," he admitted.
"Can you leave your luggage here?" Rick asked nodding at Hamid's bag.
"Yes," came the answer, punctuated by a quizzical look.
"You can stay at my room 'til you find out. Might not be good wondering around the streets."
Hamid looked at Rick, pondered the alternatives and finally nodded his head.
"Follow me in fifteen minutes," Rick said as he got up.
"All right," came the answer.
Hamid watched Rick leave and again mulled over in his mind the past few days--strange days!
Rick had finished checking his lap top for any messages when there was a light knock on his door. He quickly opened it an let Hamid into the room. Hamid appeared harried. His clothes which had been put on that morning were a bit dusty and sweat marks had appeared.
"You look like you could use a shower," he commented.
"I sure could," Hamid admitted.
Rick went to his suitcase, took out a pair of chinos and a light shirt. "Here, these will be a bit big for you, but at least they're clean."
"Again? Thanks," Hamid said as he accepted the clothes.
"There's plenty of towels in the bathroom. Take your time."
"Thanks," again came from Hamid's lips as he went into the bathroom and closed the door. Rick could hear the shower being turned on and he too mused over the past few days.
Later, Hamid opened the bathroom door Rick had been looking out the window at Orchard Road. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that his counterpart/friend was completely nude. Slowly he turned towards Hamid--partially in shock and also to be able ot observe this man fully.
Hamid stood for a moment, framed in the bathroom door. A damp bath towel dangled from his left hand. The cool air of the room assaulted his shower warmed, nude body. There was a slight flush on his face--more from the slight embarrassment of being nude in front of another human being--an there was an imperceptible trembling running through his frame. He started to cover himself with the damp towel, cover his nakedness, but let his hand drop back.
He had not planned this action. It was not premeditated, but from somewhere deep inside came the primordial command to do this! He had come to realize, from his reaction to their mutual gratification in the confinement, coupled with his response at seeing Rick and Jaak on that bed, that he desired, he wanted, he needed Rick. Without further conscious reflection he had been propelled towards this action. He thought not of the consequences.
For the first time Rick gazed at this beautiful body in the full light of the room. Six feet of lightly muscled body, the color of the lightest honey, with a dusting of dark hair on his chest and legs. As Hamid stood there Rick realized that he was eminently desirable. Their eyes met. Hamid's dark, luxuriously lashed eyes sought out Rick's and they locked.
Rick read a smoldering need there. He glanced downward to that thick, opulent bush of hair at the base of the flat belly and observed the heavy cock lengthening under his gaze. Rick faced Hamid, his own member began its own swelling within the confines of his clothes.
Without a word, but understanding all, Hamid dropped the towel, walked to Rick, slipped his arms around the latter's chest and kissed him--fully on the lips. Lips on lips, chest against chest, belly against belly and cock against cock they stood for long seconds. Electrical charges of primordial need shot between the two, fueling their pent up desires for each other. They each pressed against the other. Rick responded to Hamid's kiss with equal passion and desire. This was the second man he had ever kissed! It was natural. It was necessary. It was wonderful!
Somewhere, deep inside Rick, a door had been unlocked, a dam had been breached and he was flooded with an all consuming desire. What ever restraints he had had before this were swept away. He only knew that here, in his arms was a human being for whom he had developed a liking, for whom he possessed now an insatiable desire.
Hamid's initial action, Rick knew, took unprecedented will. Rick was the first person for whom Hamid had presented his nude body--he knew that. The effect of that action on the American was unprecedented. Hamid was pushed away. Quickly Rick sank to his knees and took that nearly erect cock into his mouth. This action elicited a quick intake of breath as Hamid looked down and observed his cock disappearing into Rick's mouth.
This was a first for both men. The first time Hamid had ever had his cock sucked. The first time Rick had ever had another man's cock in his mouth. For both the sensations were beyond description.
Hamid had reveled in the feeling engendered in his cock when he moved a lotion covered hand up and down its length during those solitary masturbation sessions. He briefly remembered the feeling of Rick's hand on his rigid pole that time during their confinement. But, nothing compared to the feeling of his cock as it sunk into this hot, moist mouth! Every nerve ending was transmitting sensations of delicious lasciviousness, feelings which transported Hamid to realms never before thought possible. He was beyond conscious description of what he was experiencing. He watched as his cock appeared and then disappeared into that wonderful mouth--that organ of inexpressible delight. Hamid eyes closed as he indulge in this unique sensation. Without volition, his hips automatically began to rhythmically flex in consort with the plunging mouth. He slowly opened his eyes and observed his cock fucking Ricks mouth. There was a strange sense of disembodiment to this
whole situation.
Rick was somehow consumed with the compulsion to take this cock into his mouth! If just one day before this, anyone had suggested that he would be undertaking such an action, he would have been rejected the idea out of hand, repulsed by the very thought. Yet here he was! The sensation of the flared head as it first passed over his lips, inward, was fantastic! He felt the hard, hot shaft as he took half of that length into his mouth. There was a strange neutral taste to this rigid cock! Tongue swirled over that strange object in his mouth with uncontrolled exploration. Each and every sensation was telegraphed to his brain where the pleasurable sensations were catalogued and multiplied. Deeper and deeper he allowed the invasion of that turgid pole. Moans of delight escaping from Hamid and the imperceptible fucking motions fueled Ricks endeavors and he matched the thrusting of that long, straight rod with equally deliberate counter thrusts.
Hamid became aware that he was nearing an explosion. He quickly reached down, grasped Ricks head and withdrew his cock. Rick glanced up, questioningly.
"Stand up," Hamid demanded, hoarsely. Rick complied. Without a word Hamid grasped the edge of Rick's polo shirt and drew it over his head. He then dropped his hands to the belted pants and fumbled at the buckle. Rick quickly brushed Hamid's hands aside and deftly unbuckled and unzipped his pants. Hamid's hands grasped the briefs and quickly peeled them down as Rick lowered his trousers.
Rick's hard, throbbing cock, finally released from its cloth prison sprang outward and upward. Momentarily, Hamid gazed down at the unyielding member, standing proud. The sight of this hard cock penetrated his consciousness--the implication seared his mind. He hesitated. Then with willful decision he reached out and grasped the throbbing organ in his hand. The heat, energy and strength that was transmitted swept away any and all hesitation. Slowly he sunk to his knees, never taking his eyes off that formidable muscle. He bent towards the florid, flared head and lightly sniffed. Then without hesitation he parted his lips and took the head into his mouth. Both smell and taste were neutral. With deliberate motion he began to move his head back and forth. Any compunction, any qualms he may have had were entirely dissipated as he sucked that sensuous member. He wallowed in the sensation of that cock created.
Suddenly, Rick withdrew, causing a low popping sound and sunk to his knees in front of Hamid. He cupped the Egyptian's face in his hands and kissed him--moist lips on equally wet lips. They were breathless in their excitation. Rick stood up, lifting Hamid with him and moved to the bed. There they embraced, kissed and let their hands explore the other's body. Words were not uttered. Nothing could be said to explain their feelings or actions at this time. They lavished each other with hot, moist kisses. Tongues traced patterns and explored. Finally, they found themselves opposite the other's turgid cock--a classic soixante-neuf position--and avidly began to minister to each other's needs and desires. Heads bobbed, hips thrust, muscles strained and sensations mounted to the point of ultimate release. Each sensing their own impending orgasm they withdrew their cocks and instantly grasped the other's pulsing cock in their hands.
Rick gasped, "I'm going to cum!"
Hamid could not utter a word.
Simultaneously they both shot copious amounts of lustral, opalescent cum--anointing each other with hot viscous fluid. Gasping, twitching and finally relaxing, they lay breathless. Bodies relaxed. The exertion, the implications of this wonderful diversion caused both men to slip into delicious nothingness.
Some time later, Rick roused himself, raised upon his elbow and observed Hamid's recumbent form with wonder. Presently Hamid opened his eyes.
"That was wonderful," was all Rick could say.
"Yes," came the solitary word.
Rick slowly moved off the bed, reached out for Hamid's hand which was given and they both walked to the bathroom. They showered together and luxuriated in this simple intimacy. After toweling off they walked back into the room. Quietly they embraced each other and kissed.
Their new found delight was refueled by the kiss and again they fell upon the bed and performed a variation on what had gone before. This time, they did not fall into satiated slumber, but lay side by side, hands gently touching the other.
"Hamid?"
"Yes?"
"I don't know what's happening, but it's wonderful."
"Yes."
For a long time they merely lay their, contemplating what had just transpired and the implications. It was Hamid who broke the silence.
"Never would I have ever imagined that I would find myself in this situation . . . . Nothing in my life has prepared me for this . . . . for what I am feeling . . . . " His voice trailed off.
Rick had similar feelings. "I know . . . . I can't explain it . . . . either. I only know . . . . that this feeling . . . . this . . . this act can not be . . . . bad. Nothing so wonderful can be bad."
"I know. But . . . . all my life I have thought . . . . I have been taught . . . . that it is wrong . . . it is against all that is natural. Yet . . . . I still want you . . . . I still want . . . . it!" The last was said with a sob. Then came from deep inside the mournful, "Yah Allah!"
The pain of Hamid's anguish was transmitted to Rick. He reached over and enfolded Hamid sobbing body and just held him. Minutes later, Hamid pulled away and without a word, donned his soiled clothing and quietly let himself out of Rick's room. Rick sat on the edge of the bed, unable to utter a syllable.
Rick knew some of Hamid's anguish. Some of the same conflict was his as well. He also had some idea of the position Hamid's faith regarding this situation. This he could nothing about, only hoping that Hamid could arrive at some resolution. The turmoil was, at this time, insoluble.
Leadenly, Rick went down to the lobby restaurant and quietly ate his evening meal. After a second cup of coffee, he returned to his room. He checked his laptop, but there was nothing. The late news was on the television when he heard a light knock on his door. Looking through the security eye piece, he saw Hamid and quickly opened the door.
Hamid entered without a word, stood in the middle of the room and regarded Rick. Standing with his back to the closed door, Rick said nothing. It was Hamid who broke the silence.
With a sob, he blurted out, "Allah forgive me, but I want you!"
With that Rick embraced him and held his sob racked body. Long minutes, after the quaking subsided, Rick whispered, "We don't have to . . . ."
"I want you, Rick," came clear and precise. And, with that Hamid tenderly placed a kiss on Rick's lips. Pulling away, his face registered both confusion and pain. Again he kissed Rick, this time longer and more penetrating.
Rick had realized the internal, elemental suffering and moral confusion that Hamid was experiencing--after all he was also going through the same throes. However, the second, lingering kiss quickly rekindled the passion that had erupted that afternoon and he returned the kiss with equal vigor.
Hamid's hips drove forward as Rick's tongue explored the inside of his mouth. He felt strange sensations race up and down his spine as he uttered an involuntary groan.
Quietly and with some haste they stripped the clothes off of the other and then came together--skin against skin, body against body--urging themselves closer to the other. Each transmitted the heat of erotic desire to the source of their passion. As they kissed deeply and with penetrating fire, cocks hardened and insinuated themselves up between firmly pressed bellies, and hands coursed over the exposed backs and buttocks.
They broke their long, all consuming kiss and gasped for breath. Now both smiled knowingly at the other. They moved to the bed, upon which they fell, locked in that primordial embrace. First one, then the other took the initiative as necks were tongued, then nipples, already erect were licked, lightly grasped between teeth and then sucked. Torsos were tongue-explored, then bellies. Both gasped as the other's tongue ran over that arched depression where abdomens merge into thighs.
Soddened with desire, yet also for this wonderfully sensitive man, Rick propped himself up, look into Hamid's questioning eyes, and said, "Do you want to continue?"
"Yes," came the simple, quiet answer.
Rick continued, "Hamid, you make me feel so . . . . wonderful!"
The most brilliant smile suffused Hamid's being. "Yes. This . . . . is close . . . . to . . . . paradise," he uttered.
"I don't know all you believe, but no God would give us this much pleasure and joy if it was . . . . wrong!"
Hamid merely nodded. His moral confusion was boundless.
Then, it was Rick who first moved down to that thatch of black hair from which stood, proudly the hard, pulsing cock of Hamid. He licked the head, ran his tongue down the underside--along that firm ridge, and back up the topside. This action brought an uncontrolled convulsion to Hamid's abdominal muscles.
"Arghhh!"
Rick parted his lips further, encased the throbbing head and then plunged downward 'til his nose was buried in the lush bush of cock hairs. There he inhaled the delicious musk-like odor of the Egyptian's body. Slowly he began to piston his head up and down on the unyielding, upstanding pole.
The feeling of Ricks mouth as it moved up and down his cock was inexpressible delicious and brought Hamid to the point of unbelievable sensitivity. Quickly, without a word he jackknifed, rotated, twisted his body 'til he faced Ricks swollen, pulsing cock, looking down, aimed his own wet cock again towards the moist open mouth, inserted it, and then swallowed the complete length of Ricks substantial cock.
Through his cock-filled mouth, Rick uttered a gasp as his own hard member was devoured, encased deep in that hot, wet mouth and throat. Both men sucked avidly the other's cock. Heads bobbed as lubricated lips slid over hard, muscled, delectable dicks! At the same time their free hands moved over ball-sacks, thighs and dark clefts. As a hand moved between Rick's thighs, without conscious thought the he lifted his free thigh and Hamid's hand moved deeper into that torrid region. The feel of the Egyptian's fingers coursing close to his puckered hole brought a deep groan from Rick's cock-filled mouth. Without conscious volition, only aware of the lascivious feeling that those fingers were causing, he parted his legs even more.
Hamid was only slightly aware of the pleasure his exploring hand was imparting. He insinuated a finger even further in, until he came in contact with that puckered, tight hole. Again a deep, guttural groan. Hamid rubbed his finger back and forth over that tightly closed gate.
Rick pulled off Hamid's cock, momentarily, and gasped, "Oh, God." Immediately he began to suck that hard cock with more fervor and, too, he slid his hand into that dark crease of the man he was sucking. Hamid's reaction was the same as Rick's. Soon both were sucking--their heads moving over the other's cock as a mindless machine--pistoning up and down; in and out with ever increasing speed and depth! At the same time fingers were moving over quaking, pursed holes creating incredible sensations, unknown and, heretofore, unacceptable desires.
Without preamble or any other signal, Rick pushed off Hamid's cock, turned--in so doing dislodging his own cock from that hot mouth--and imparted a deep, penetrating, wet kiss on Hamid's open mouth. Both groaned at the unexpected lasciviousness of that action. Rick threw his right leg over Hamid, thus crouched over he Egyptian he probed the other with his exploring tongue. Again, as before, breathless he pulled away, panting and sat back, observing the passion filled face of this new found desire. Rick felt that hard, hot cock between his legs, resting against his equally hot, sensitized hole and began to move imperceptibly forward and backward over that rigid muscle. The friction of hard cock against hot hole was incredibly delightful. Both men luxuriated in the feeling.
From somewhere, buried deep in Rick's psyche surfaced a desire, a need. A yearning so foreign so previously unacceptable that Rick fought to suppress it with all the conscious strength that he possessed. Nonetheless, it fought its way to the surface and took control. "Oh, my God! I want him to fuck me!" he screamed to himself. Again, he fought to neutralize that longing. Yet, his hips, with a will of their own, continued to slide back and forth upon the pulsing, burning, voluptuous shaft. "I won't be able to do it," he said to himself. "I don't have any lubricant." Saying that, he glanced towards the bedside table where a number of personal articles stood, among them a bottle of hypoallergenic hand lotion. Had fate taken control? That inexpressible desire was fueled beyond the point of debate!
Leadenly, as an automaton, he reached over and grasped the small bottle. Squeezing out a dollop of pearly white lotion, he moved backwards and anointed the whole length of that throbbing, hard muscle, now between his legs. Carefully he re-anointed his fingers and reached behind him to slather the lotion over his hole. Carefully, he slowly inserted a finger into his own ass hole. His face, a mixture of desire, questioning and the surprise at feeling his own finger sliding into him, mirrored all. Slowly he withdrew his finger passed the tightly muscled gate and then reasserted it deeper. His brown knitted in a slight frown.
Hamid was almost instantly aware of the impending action as his cock was slathered with the lotion. The feeling of the cool slippery liquid was in stark contrast to the heated contact that he had just previously experienced. He, too, carefully observed Rick's face as he prepared himself. Suddenly, clear realization lased through his brain.
"Have you ever done this before?" Hamid asked with a quiet insistency.
Rick shook his head as he concentrated on preparing himself for the reception of that formidable cock.
"No! You don't have to do this!" Hamid said quietly as he tried to sit up.
Gently, Rick pressed him back onto the bed and merely smiled. He had accepted the fact that he now desired to have this cock buried in his ass. He now was fighting down the panic that his acceptance engendered and fought to relax his body. He had been instructed that one way to ease stress was to deep breathe. So, Rick began to rhythmically take in deep breaths and willed his body to relax. Simultaneously, he grasped that hard cock and positioned himself over it's florid head. Rick sensed that the roaring erection that Hamid had exhibited minutes before had lessened somewhat. Slowly he drew the flared cock-head back and forth over his tightly puckered, lubricated hole. That action had an effect on both men.
Hamid, who had desired to slip his hard cock into that hot tunnel of Rick's, began to soften when he realized that Rick was inexperienced. His concern for Rick took precedence over his elemental desire. Yet, when his cock-head was dragged back and forth over that craved opening, desire reasserted itself and he quickly sprang to full, rugged erection. He wanted to thrust his hips upward, impaling Rick on his unyielding cock. But, he sensed that it was Rick who needed to take the initiative and he merely lay there, accepting that which was to come--its inevitability.
Rick, with incredible will, felt his body relax somewhat. His concentration at relaxing was reaping its end--so much so that his own cock began to slump downward. He lowered his torso until he felt the pressure of the firm head pressing against his equally tightened opening. He breathed deeply, concentrating and bore down farther. Suddenly the mushroom head slipped passed the muscled gate and was gripped just behind its flaring ridge. Rick gasped--partly in pain, but more at the strange, uncomfortable feeling of his hole being invaded by this muscle! He held his position and breathed again deeply. He bore down further and could feel an inch or so of that formidable cock slide deeper into his hot, dark tunnel. Again he took a deep breath and again he lowered himself even further. The initial pain had lessened considerably, but the strangeness of his ass being stuffed remained. Finally, after a couple more profound breaths he sat all the way down on that
cock!
All this time, Hamid said nothing, did nothing. He merely laid there and let Rick proceed at his own pace. He, too, concentrated, for the enormity of the realization of what Rick was doing had again caused a certain slackening in the rigidity of his own cock. Little did he know that this lessening of hardness was what allowed Rick to take his substantial cock into his 'virgin ass.'
Rick sat upon that cock for a minute, adjusting his feelings to this unfamiliar intrusion. Then he opened his eyes which had been closed during the period of insertion and regarded Hamid. Eyes locked on each other. Both read a glazed, excited, sensuous mien in the other's eyes. Then Rick rose up an inch or two and then slowly sat back.
Hamid gasped at this sensation and his cock began to swell to its former size and rigidity.
Rick found that the pain had completely subsided, but not the strange feeling of being loaded. However as he moved upwards and then downwards, a new sensation, caused by that cock slipping in and out, began to infiltrate his senses. Again he moved up and down, and again that new feeling became more dominant. And, he admitted to himself, it was not without pleasure. Slowly he began a rhythmic movement up and down--be became emptied and filled, emptied and filled. The pleasurable sensation mounted to the point that he no longer consciously moved his body up and down, but it now had a will of his own. He moved farther up and then farther down--deeper and deeper, faster and faster. The sensation boiled over and he was consumed by this new delicious, lascivious feeling.
Hamid, too, began to spiral upwards as he experienced this new sensation. He had never fucked anyone. Without thought his hips flexed upwards in consort with the downward thrusts of Ricks hot, tight, fantastic hole. Rick fucked Hamid's cock and Hamid fucked Rick's ass--it was an erotic duet of unimaginable pleasure.
Rick subconsciously took his flaccid cock and began to pump it. The motion of his heavily lotion covered hand on his cock coupled with the feeling of Hamid's cock in his ass, quickly brought him to throbbing hardness. Hamid reached out and took Rick's slippery cock from him and began to move his hand up and down the shaft. He torqued his hand as he increased the rhythm of his pounding fist. As Hamid increased the movement of his hand so did Rick speed up his plunging ass. Soon the actin of hand and hips began to blur in a miasma of erotic, sensual desire and longing.
The erotic sensations that both men had felt and savored suddenly spiraled out of control and they both shot upward into the void of total and absolute release. All conscious will was subverted as they raced into the breach of sensual liberation. From the tips of their respective cock-heads copious amounts of lustral fluid erupted--filling the entrails of one and covering the chest of the other. Simultaneously, low, guttural, primordial sounds issued from deep within. Neither took heed of the volume of their groans, and, luckily, no one was near the room to hear these sexual releases.
Both Hamid and Rick were bathed in sweat as the floated down from that stratospheric height. Rick, exhausted, braced his arms on either side of Hamid's chest as he look into the other's eyes, panting. Hamid looked up into the face of the one who had just given him a most magnificent gift. They both smiled. Hamid encircled Rick's chest with his arms and drew him down towards him. Their sweaty torsos, one covered with cum, came together and they kissed, unabashedly.
"That was fantastic," Rick whispered.
"It was more than fantastic," came the reply.
Satiated, the two held that position--Hamid's arms around Rick's torso, torso on torso and Hamid's cock still buried in that hot, quaking hole--and fell into a slumber that comes after such glorious exertion.
Later, as they had both cum together, they awoke together.
Rick raised his head to regard his partner and smiled into the Egyptian's eyes. "You are most wonderful," he whispered.
Hamid smiled back, words escaped him. He reached up and planted a quick kiss on those warm lips.
Wordlessly, Rick roused himself, and rolled off Hamid, dislodging that gratifying cock in the process. He looked down on that flaccid pleasure tool and fondled it meaningfully.
He took Hamid's hand and they walked to the shower. Together, at first, they merely stood under the anointing shower and gloried in the feeling of that clear liquid as it cascaded over their bodies. After minutes they began to soap themselves and then each other. At first, this cleansing process was merely that--cleansing.
Then, as hands began to roam over nipples and cocks and asses, this ministration began to take on another objective. Cleansing was supplanted by play, and that play was decidedly sensual! They chuckled as they watched the other's cock arch outward, swell and become erect. Soaped hands grasped the other's cock and gently began to move up and down its length in erotic play, sensing and recording every feature of these luxurious love tools.
The water cascaded over them and each, in turn, knelt and sucked the other's cock into their mouths--teasing and tasting. Again they soaped themselves and Hamid turned to rinse the soap of his torso. Rick observed the tautly muscular back and his gaze slid down to the twin orbs of Hamid's firm, muscular ass. They were so inviting! Rick grasped that delectable ass in his soapy hands and began to massage them sensuously. Hamid stopped his rinsing and luxuriated in the feeling of those sensitive hands and the feeling that they produced. The smooth, firm muscled forms beneath his hands caused Rick's cock to lurch upward. Their firmness and satiny smoothness was devoid of any hair--delightful to the touch. He traced a hand up towards that flat V'ed area at the base of the spine and observed the twin dimples that bordered this space. Slowly he brought his hand downward over the deep cleft and allowed one finger to slip in deeper than the others. As the hand
moved downwards, it rounded over the swelling and came to where thighs met buttocks. He slid a finger deep into that moist, hot crack until it came in contact with the puckered opening.
Hamid rolled his hips, offering greater access to that area. Rick rubbed his finger back and forth over the tightly closed orifice. Hamid felt a tingling sensation course through his body. Slowly, carefully, the finger slipped passed that strong, muscled gate and entered its dark recesses. Hamid gasped at the pleasure that the intruding finger was giving him. Rick pushed his finger in further, and in so doing, Hamid bent over, offering up his ass to that finger which was giving him such heretofore unfelt pleasure.
Slowly Rick pulled his finger out, somewhat, and then reasserted it. He repeated that action in a slow fucking motion--in and out, in and out, in and out. Hamid, water cascading over his back, luxuriated in the sensation. Rick could feel that tight opening relax and become less restrictive. He increased the speed of his finger fucking.
With out a word, Hamid stood up, turned around, kissed Rick fully on the lips, took his hand and led him, dripping wet, out of the shower, out of the bathroom and onto the bed. Still, without speaking, he laid Rick on his back, grasped the bottle of lotion, slathered a copious amount on the American's cock, anointed his own relaxed asshole and straddled the recumbent hips. Without hesitation, his hand grasped Ricks cock and aimed it towards his sensitized hole. He lowered his body and with little resistance the flared cock-head popped inside. Hamid gasped--partly in pleasure, partly by the invasion of that muscled form. He bore down further 'til nearly half the length of Rick's cock was obscured by his stretched hole. His rectal muscles spasmed and Hamid gasped again, closed his eyes to fight off the feeling of discomfort and concentrated on what he now desired. After a moment the spasm ceased and Hamid bore down 'til the whole length of that
substantial cock was deep inside him.
"Oh, Allah! It feels so good," he whispered as he opened his eyes to regard Rick's face.
"Yes," came the reply.
Hamid raised up and then plunged down again. "Ahhh," he cried out in pleasure.
Again he lifted himself partially off that cock and lowered himself back onto its length. An, again, he gasped in pleasure.
The sensation of that hot, tight, lubricated tunnel sent shock waves through Rick. His whole body tensed in erotic anticipation.
"Fuck me, Rick," Hamid gasped.
Quickly, Rick sat up, wrapped his arms around the hot Egyptian, torqued his body until he was on top. That action caused hip to slip off the bed. He knelt on the floor, Hamid still on the bed, his cock still buried deep inside the dusky ass, and took Hamid's legs and placed them over his shoulders. Thus positioned he began to slowly fuck that luxurious hole. This position allowed him a full view of Hamid's erotically transformed face--it was suffused with desire and lasciviousness. He continued his deep penetration.
"It feels so good," Rick breathed.
Hamid merely nodded his reply as he reached out to grasp and manipulate Rick's hard, prominent nipples. Rick gasped again and reached for Hamid's rigid cock and began to run his hand up and down its length.
Hamid, unconsciously began to rotate his hips in consort with that driving cock. His mind marveled at the sensations that were shooting through his body. He marveled at the fact that he was allowing a cock in his ass. He marveled at the feelings, apart from desire, that Rick had imparted.
Rick increased the speed of his flexing hips and his pounding fist, bring both to the brink of release. Eyes began to cloud in the anticipation of the cosmic explosion both desired. Breath quickened as all movement became automatic and the mind redirected itself solely to the cock and the discharge that was now demanded!
As the brink was reached, Hamid reached up, grasped Ricks face and drew it towards his own and their lips locked in a violent, all consuming kiss. Simultaneously the two again reached their climax together. Groan mixed with groan as tongues intertwined. After the last spurting spasm had ceased they relaxed and their lips parted.
"I love you," Hamid barely whispered.
Rick said nothing. The feeling of his own cosmic explosion coupled with the simple statement of Hamid were incomprehensible at this moment.
Slowly, Rick withdrew his still firm cock, encircled Hamid's waist and lifted him onto the bed where he too reclined. Arms and torsos entwined. Legs entwined and thus positioned they wordlessly slipped into a deep sleep that lasted for hours.
Rick was the first to awake. He was on his back, his right arm cradling Hamid's head. Hamid hand thrown his right leg over Rick and his arm lay upon the latter's chest. Rick realized that he had a huge piss-hard-on. Carefully he slipped off the bed and went to the bathroom where he emptied his bladder.
He came back into the room, regarded the sleeping figure spread out on his bed, his eyes moved over the lightly muscled, honey colored torso, dusted with black hair, down to the luxurious thatch of cock hairs from which sprang that incredible cock, now also hard, over the beautifully proportioned thighs and down to the muscled thighs. Hamid's legs were spread somewhat, offering the merest glimpse of that incredibly smooth ass as it rested on the bed coverings. Carefully he got back on the bed, reached over and encircled Hamid's chest with his left arm. He lay there, regarding the wonderful profile of this most desirable man.
Rick's mind wondered over the past twenty-four hours and attempted to logically analyze this turn of events. He came to realize that, regardless of the untoward actions of Rod, he really enjoyed, desired physical, sexual contact with another man. This was a realization that was not easy to accept, but now he did and without any regret. He thought back over the past week, and in particular his association with Hamid. True, there was remarkably little conversation of a personal nature in comparison to 'shop talk.' Yet, he felt an attachment to this man. He had to admit that this attachment was tempered by the lovemaking that they had engaged in and the unleashing of his pent up passions. Regardless, no matter how this sexy Egyptian had turned him on and brought him to screaming climax, there was, nonetheless, a feeling of tenderness that had developed towards Hamid. Rick moved cautiously towards Hamid's final statement, last night. "I love you." was
Rick's feelings love? He did not know. He only knew that this statement confused, clouded his mind and reason. He would have to think about it dispassionately. Not now!
Hamid began to stir.
--20 August, 2000--
Hamid had left for his room early that morning. There was a lightness about him that had not been present before.
Rick, too, experienced an euphoria that was most pleasant.
At 10:30, Rick's phone rang. "Yes?"
"Rick?" came the question. Rick immediately recognized the voice, further he perceived a deep concern in the Egyptian's utterance.
"Yes," he merely answered.
Then words tumbled forward in short staccato sentences, "I've been recalled. The conference has been canceled. It's been moved. My plane leaves in one and a half hour. I barely have time."
"What!" Rick breathed into the phone.
"Ohh, Yah Allah! I have found you. Now I must leave you."
"When did you find out?" Rick quickly and quietly demanded.
"Just now. . . . I got a call. . . . Most unusual! I have to leave immediately. . . . Oh, Allah, why?"
Rick fought his feelings of impending loss and questioned, "When was the conference canceled?"
"I don't know! Oh, my Rick, I shall miss you. "
Rick sensing his own feelings, said quietly, "I shall miss you too, my dear, dear Egyptian."
"Insyallah," was all Hamid said as he broke the connection.
Rick sat holding the dead phone and fought to consider all the implications. Quickly he replaced the phone back into its cradle, took his laptop and typed in his access code. There was a message awaiting him: "Conference canceled. Rescheduled. Date and location unknown. Return immediately." Slowly he acknowledged, signed off and placed his laptop in the carryon. He methodically, and leadenly packed, checked out of the hotel and took the next flight back to the States.
As he boarded the plane, he felt an inexplicable longing for his Egyptian counterpart/friend.