Bader

3

We went back to the cabin and changed our clothes. We put on our jackets. There was awkwardness between us. No one said any word. Bader sat in one corner, turned on the TV and watched the Arabic news. I sat on the opposite side looking aimlessly at the TV set, not understanding anything. My mind flew in disbelief about the things that just happened at the pool, feeling some sense of devastation for my conviction not to do stupid things in that land. “Why did I accept Bader’s invitation?” I asked myself releasing a sigh of regret.

After a few minutes, Bader stood up, “Tired? I’ll tour you around my place. Then we will stay with some friends at the corniche area and then head home to sleep,” he spoke in an air of authority.

“Okay.”

So we went out of his house and as we walked to the parking area, he arched his arm over my shoulder. I was surprised that he did that. “For a local to do that especially to an expatriate, it wasn’t a normal gesture. Some people could look at us with suspicion. Gay thing is a taboo. “Why are you arching my arm over my shoulders?” I asked.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“You know what’s wrong. Other people may think there is something between us.”

“Why would I be afraid? They did not see anything. And I’m proud of you. They could drool seeing me doing this to my handsome…” he drew his face closer to my ears as he continued, “boyfriend.”

I guffawed. “i***t!”

It was nearly 12 midnight but the roads were still full of traffic. I could see mostly teenagers running their cars with friends. One thing that amazed me was that most of them wore jeans and shirts, unlike in some areas where the traditional thobes were mostly worn.

“On Thursdays, people here don’t sleep because the following day, Friday, is a weekend. So everyone takes time out to enjoy!” Bader explained.

We parked at the corniche. Bader said it was the most popular spot to congregate in his place for mostly male friends – teenagers or men in their twenties, doing picnic, race cars or motorbikes or just enjoy the fresh air. Corniche was like the famous “Baywalk” along the Roxas Boulevard in Manila; except that there were no bars, no noisy bands; just plain spacious path-walks with huge parking areas plus some concrete benches and shades, some dates trees dotting the whole length of the area, some vending machines, a handful of stores and mosques stretched to few kilometers.

After some minutes of walking, Bader met a group of his friends, mostly teenagers, some he shook hands with Bader, hugged and kissed on both cheek, or rub noses with their traditional man-to-man, good-friend greetings. Then I was introduced to the group. Each just shook their hands with me. No one attempted to hug, kiss my cheek or rub their noses with mine although I would have gladly obliged if there was anyone who attempted.

We stayed there for about an hour. Bader talked with his friends while I was in one corner with his other friends who were eager to brush up on with their English, “How do you do!” “Where are you from?” “What is your name?” “How old are you?” “Do you know where the market is?” They were equally accommodating and friendly they would try hard to talk in broken English. If still I could not get what they meant they would burst into laughter realizing that they too were unsure of what they were saying. Then they would gesticulate until I either got the message or they would frustratingly give up and just laugh.

Suddenly, Hassan, Bader’s friend whom I met earlier appeared. He looked so attractive with his black, clean-cut curly hair, body-fit black shirt and straight-cut faded jeans showing off his well-built body. Bader kissed him on the cheek and rubbed their noses. After a couple minutes of discussion, they approached me, “Hassan will come with us. He will stay in my house and sleep there,” Bader explained to me.

“Whatever you say,” I said wondering why Hassan should sleep in his house. I just thought that maybe, it’s just a normal sleepover in a friend’s house.

It was past 12:30 AM when we head home to Bader’s house with Hassan. We passed by a restaurant and Bader ordered soft drinks, bread, and shwarma, a grilled meat rolled in an unleavened bread with tomato, lettuce, sauce, mayonnaise, and fries sandwiched inside it.

When we got inside Bader’s room, Hassan and I sat on the edge of the bed. Bader sat on the chair by his study table. Bader tossed the packed shwarma each to me and Hassan. We ate, as Bader turned on the TV set, switch-hopping until he found a football match. Both of them were glued to the monitor while I stayed there figuring out what’s the plan and what could happen for the three of us in that room.

After we had eaten, Bader took a VHS tape and played it, I sat on the carpet leaning on the wall to take a comfortable angle while Bader turned to sit on the midsection of the bed beside Hassan, both leaning on the wall.

The movie rolled. There was this beautiful sexy girl standing in one corner of the room completely naked playing her boobs and occasionally lifting them close to her mouth to lick its n*****s, giving a nasty look at the bare-chested guy in a boxer’s shorts laying flat on the bed with both hands tied to the overhead railings. The guy’s eyes were transfixed on the playing girl and when the girl finally rubbed her organ, the guy swung his body appearing like he wanted to let loose of something. The girl continued to play herself, eyes occasionally closed and moaning as the guy tried to force himself to untangle, the front of his boxers short swollen of his hard-on. The girl bent over to let the guy lick her n*****s and then withdrew, then again, and again. The teasing went for sometime. Then the girl sat on the face of the guy, legs spread. He licked and played his tongue on the girl’s cunt as she bent over to playfully touch her mouth on the guy’s swollen boxer shorts, without letting the guy’s c**k loose. She ran her lips over the guy’s sculpted abs, to his navel and back to his bulge. And then he ran her lips again to his upper legs and in between them, as the guy continued to lick her, her moans getting stronger and stronger while he heaved his hard-on on her face wildly, wet mark on the huge bulge of his boxer’s short appeared.

I was totally concentrated with the movie that I did not realize I already had a hard-on. I tried to conceal it drawing my knees to my stomach when in the corner I spotted Hassan’s head was on Bader’s lap appearing like he was doing a blow job on him! I was stupefied I thought my mind played tricks on me. Bader was silent and looked like nothing had happened, his right hand clutching the back of Hassan’s head guiding its up-and-down motion while his eyes transfixed on the screen. But I played innocent pretending I was unaware of what they were doing, occasionally stealing a glance at them.

My heart throbbed in a mixture of excitement, lust and fear. I felt my flesh trembled and my body edgy. For the first time in my life, I saw two guys so masculine and so good-looking doing it live just in front of my face. I felt a wild craving inside. The bulge on my brief seemed to go wild and its head started to wet. But I told myself never to intervene.

I directed my eyes back to the screen. Another guy came into the room, bare-chested and muscled and upon seeing the two in that position went straight to kiss the girl on the lips just above the other guy’s swollen shorts. They were playing their tongues for a couple of minutes and suddenly, the second guy released the hard-on of the first guy and put it inside his mouth. The first guy moaned strongly. Then the second guy stroked his own as he continued sucking the other guy, the first guy continued licking the girl. Their moans filled the room.

To my surprise, Hassan suddenly sat beside me. I gave Bader an inquisitive look at what happened. He winked and nodded. So I just stayed put hesitating for what could happen next. I pretended to ignore Hassan and directed my eyes to the monitor. Hassan placed his left hand on my lap and gently massaged that portion. I stayed motionless pretending I never felt anything. Then he ran his fingers into my hard-on. I stretched my legs as he opened my fly and released my staff. He put it into his mouth. “Ahhhhh!” I moaned as the length of my manhood slotted into Hassan’s mouth. And as Hassan moved his head up and down, my moan became stronger. “Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!”

Suddenly, Bader removed his upper shirt and jeans, joined us. He did not wear any brief. Kneeling, he shoved Hassan’s pants down, pulled him into all fours and mounted himself at Hassan’s back as Hassan, bending over, continued to suck me. I could not anymore see the TV monitor as Bader was there in front of my face. Bader spitted on his palm, rubbed it on his organ and inched himself inside Hassan. Hassan bit his lips in pain but continued to stroke himself. I kneeled up, as Bader tried to reach his head into my mouth and kissed me. We kissed for a few minutes, then Hassan pulled his head up, run his lips on my chest, neck as I stroke myself. When Bader intensified his pounding, our moans got more intense and loud until we reached the climax together, lay flat on the carpeted floor gasping for breath.

When I glanced at the TV monitor, the movie was still playing. The first guy inserted his hard-on into the girl straight on a prone position while she lay on her back, legs straight up and locked up in between the guy’s bracing arms. Then the second guy entered the first guy from the back, running his mouth into the backside of his neck, shoulders as the first guy turned his head to reach for his mouth. They continued to kiss, their bodies in backward-forward motion until all three reached the summit almost at the same time shooting and rubbing their semen on their flesh. The movie just continued to play non-stop with the next films I could not anymore remember.

After a few minutes, Bader, Hassan and I did it again in reverse positions as I entered Hassan’s ass and Hassan’s mouth was on Bader’s d**k. We did it a few more times over.

It was 9 in the morning when I woke up. The room smelled of a mixture of sperm and sweat, tissues scattered on the carpet, and the room looked like a tornado hit it. My mind couldn’t still believe what had happened. There was guilt, fear and surprisingly, a feeling of pleasure. I looked at Hassan and Bader. They still lay side by side on the carpeted completely naked. Then I reached for my clothes, put them on, cleared the mess on the carpet. “Mike, come here, hmmmm” Bader whispered lazily stretching his arms towards me. ”Ahmmmm! Are you ok?”

“Yeah, why?” I whispered back.

“Nothing, come here, lay beside me. I got something to tell you!”

I lay beside Bader, who arched his right leg over my thigh, his arm around my chest, pushed himself closer with his mouth mounted into my right ear, his lips touching it. “Mike, sorry for everything that happened. I hope there is no problem with you.” He explained.

“No, I am just stupefied in disbelief. I’ve been in my job for three long years and never experienced anything like this. And now, here I am with you – in a threesome!”

“It’s ok, Mike... you can trust me. You can trust Hassan. This is our little secret.” kissing me again clutching his hard-on. I unzipped my fly. He inserted his hand into my brief and he stroked me too until we both reached the peak.

Later, Hassan awoke and asked to be excused as his parents were expecting him for lunch. Bader escorted him out, first checking if there were female family members in the way and then signaling Hassan to come down.

When Bader and I were left alone, he asked hesitatingly, “Mike, how about if I will court you, will you take me as your... boyfriend?”

“Hahahahaha! Tarantado!” was my initial reaction. But I laughed in disbelief. “You are kidding, right?”

“Of course not! Is there anything in my face that tells you I’m joking? I’m serious, Mike, I love you! So, what do you say?”

Then my mood turned a little serious. I could not totally understand his demeanor. He was f*****g Hassan and there he was, professing his love for me. “Well, all I can say is that it’s idiotic. How can you love someone and then there is another guy beside you sucking your d**k and you f****d with?” I answered.

“Well, first of all, Hassan is my friend, a distant relative, nothing more. Friends do crazy things, right? Second of all, Hassan was the one who insisted to come because he likes you. It’s you whom he likes Mike, not me. Is it clear now?”

“So then why did you f**k him if he likes me?”

He paused for a while. “I admit, I’m sexually attracted to Hassan. But only that – s****l attraction. And I convinced him into doing it in exchange of him seeing and talking to you.”

I could not hide my disappointment with his answer. “The word is actually ‘bribing’, Bader, not convincing as you said.”

“I’m sorry.”

“So that’s how you deal with someone desperate to have something only you can offer? You permitted him to come, and you did not even ask for my stupid opinion if I liked it in spite of the fact that I was the reason for his coming?” I said a little annoyed.

“Mike, I did that because I did not know how to explain all these to you. I’m sorry. But there’s nothing wrong with what we did, was there? Was there any problem? Did Hassan piss you off? No! He did not do anything wrong, Mike? And I thought everything was just ok!”

“It’s not about it, Bader. I just want that for anything that concerns me, I should be informed. I should know the plan”

“Ok, I understand now... sorry for that”

“Another thing, you said Hassan is your friend, is it part of your friendship to screw each other up? How long have you been f*****g him?”

“Tarantado! Don’t speak like that. You are changing the topic... Hassan is my friend and nothing more. And I respect Hassan for everything. He is a good guy and I don’t want you to talk about him on his back. Talk to him straight in front of on his face when he’s here, ok?” Bader said a little pissed off.

I did not say anything anymore. I just kept my silence.

“So will you be my boyfriend?” was his straightforward question.

“Ahm… I don’t know,” was my reply. I would have wanted to answer him yes but that incident with Hassan bothered me a little bit.

“Why? Don’t you like me to be your boyfriend?”

“Er…” was my reply. I was unable to complete what I was supposed to say. We heard a knock on the door.

Bader hurriedly searched for his clothes and put them on. He shouted facing the door, “Whose there!”

Somebody shouted back in Arabic I could not understand. He opened the door and there were his two youngest brothers standing in front, again bringing in some food, water, and juice.

“It’s lunch time!” Bader shouted in excitement. “My Mom cooked this for us!” He said proudly.

After our lunch, his brothers again met me, talked for a while. Then Bader toured me around the neighborhood, his right arm arched into my shoulder as we walked. “This is our gym,” as we entered the place. I saw some male locals doing workouts. Bader greeted them as he introduced me. Then he showed me the volleyball, basketball and the football courts. Then we proceeded to the nearby park, introducing me to every friend we met on the way.

In the afternoon, we went to his farm. His father was there, talking to me in Arabic as Bader served as interpreter. Then he invited me and Bader into the cabin for a tea. Later, Bader showed me the pool where we bathed the previous night.

I was moved at how Bader had treated me. There was no apprehension or feeling of shame on his part having to walk around his neighborhood showing me everything, with his hand arching on my shoulders, introducing me to his Arab friends who all knew I stayed there overnight. I was also humbled by how his family had accepted me and treated me like a special guest. Never had I known of a local Arab who would go that far. I knew that for Bader, it was not an easy thing to do. For a conservative society, it was an awkward phenomenon. But Bader seemed proud, unmindful of what people would say or keep in mind seeing us so close with each other.

(To be continued)