Bader

4

That experience when Bader brought me to his family just stuck to my mind – the threesome, the revelation that he loved me, and the warmth and thoughtfulness shown by Bader and his family during that visit. I could not concentrate with my job well. Every bit of those episodes just flashed back to my mind. I could not figure out what exactly happened to me, to consider that I just got married at that time and my wife was on the family way. I was bothered, and I did not even know why these things kept coming back to my mind.

After the following training session, Bader stayed behind with me as usual. He noticed I was absent-minded and at times in deep thought.

"Hmmm, I smell something here. Is this about your wife, or about me? I think you love me already, hahahahaha!" Bader said teasing, as if he knew what's deep down bothering me.

"Tarantado! i***t!"

Bader just smiled, turned to the magazine rack in one corner of the room, came back in front of my desk, sat on the chair reading the magazine. I proceeded with my computer works pretending that things were ok. But deep down I was stupefied. And no matter what I did to keep Bader out of my mind, the thought of him just kept coming.

Suddenly, as if by some compulsion, words came out from my mouth, "Bader, I love you!"

I was almost shocked by what I just blurted. I looked secretly at Bader's face for what reaction it could give him. But he just played innocent like he never heard anything. Something touched my ego, so I covered up singing, "I love you, I love you…stupid! La-la-rin-la-rin…" hoping he wouldn't think that the "I love you" was for him.

Bader put down the magazine on my table, looked at me, "Oops I already heard it. You said, 'Bader, I love you'" mimicking how I said it. "So, you love me? Good!" picking up back the magazine and continued to read like nothing surprising happened.

I was furious upon hearing his answer. But I kept it to myself although my facial expression showed it. I stomped my feet in an air of protest, "Only good, ha?" expecting he would answer "I love you too!"

But Bader instead answered sarcastically, "OK… Very Good!" and still continued with his reading.

Probably, it was Bader's way of really confirming if I was serious with what he heard from me. Upon noticing that I was peeved, Bader stood up, went straight to my back, slid himself down from the back of my chair and sat there inserting himself with me, wrapped his arms around my belly, with his mouth on my left ear saying, "Of course I love you, Mike; I really do. And I'm sooooo happy you said it" and kissed my cheek.

My anger melted, and as I turned my head, he pressed his lips into mine. We stayed in that position for a few minutes. Later, he held my shirt and removed it and he ran down his lips into my chest, into my n*****s and sucked them. Until we finally removed the clothing in our body. We made love like it was our first time.

Before leaving the training room, he stood by the doorway, motioned me to approach him, "So you are my boyfriend now, ok?" asking me in a commanding tone confirming our status.

I just looked at him and nodded. Then he left leaving me still bewildered in disbelief of the things that had just unfolded. There was a feeling of extreme happiness, excitement and at the same time guilt of having betrayed my wife and coming baby. I was terribly confused I did not know whether to laugh in complete happiness or to bang my head against the wall and cry in self-compunction. I knew that getting into a relationship with Bader was wrong and my mind blamed me for everything. But something in me celebrated too. And that feeling was overwhelmingly compelling. "Anyway, my wife is there and this relationship with Bader is simply ephemeral. Besides, no one would know it" I justified.

That was how my relationship with Bader started.

Since then, we would go together if we both got the time on Fridays – to the beach swimming, to his farm, the market, the cornice, in the middle of the desert camping or outing with friends but mostly, with only the two of us. I know that all his local friends suspected that something was between us. But he was never bothered. In fact, I could feel that he was even proud of our relationship. And his friends respected our status like it was just one of those common things among them. For that, the more I admired Bader.

One time when I arrived from my trip from the big city, Bader failed to show up at the bus station to drive me to my accommodation. It was already 11:00 in the evening and I was there waiting for almost two hours already. It was cold, a little windy and as usual, some huge-stature mustached s*x vultures and taxi drivers hovered around prodding me to come with them in their cars. I was alone in the middle of the night and in a place where no one knew me and I didn't even know where to find in the map. It made me jitter.

I kept phoning Bader on his mobile but he had no signal. So finally, I phoned his house’ landline and his elder brother, Yousef the body-builder answered and told me in broken English that Bader had already left more than two hours ago and that he didn't know where he went.

"I've been waiting here at the Bus Station for already 2 hours, Yousef and still Bader hasn't arrived. I am afraid! I don't know how to get back to my accommodation!" I told pleading in broken Arabic. The reason why I won’t ride a taxi is because my accommodation was located in the middle of the desert that not many taxi drivers really know the route. Aside from that, I was scared to ride in a taxi with a driver I don’t know going to the desert.

"OK, don't worry Mr. Mike, I'm coming!" Yousef assured me to my great relief.

After thirty minutes, Yousef arrived and approached me. He wore white jogging pants with green side stripes, a fit white undershirt, and brown jacket. On his head was a bonnet that matched his jacket. Like Bader, he appeared commanding in his nearly 6-foot height and huge muscular built. He looked gorgeous.

"How are you? You, ok?" He said after seeing my worried and terrified face.

"Yeah, I am now, shukran (thank you) for coming!"

"No problem, Mr. Mike. Come, follow me!" as I trailed him into the parking area, just beside the road.

While the car was running, I felt a sense of security and gratitude that at last, I would be able to come back to my accommodation. But at the backseat of my mind, there was a mix of anger, worry and a feeling of suspicion with what happened to Bader. My mind kept asking where he went, who was with him, and why he left me at the station waiting without any word form him.

I was in that state of introspection when suddenly I felt Yousef's hand on my lap, caressing it. I was a little surprised and I suddenly glanced at him. He looked straight to the front of the car as if in serious concentration of driving, his faced showed no emotion. Then he said, "Are you ok? No problem?" still looking straight ahead.

"Yeah, I'm fine but I'm thinking of what must have happened to Bader. Where is he now and who is with him?" His hands were still on my lap gently massaging it.

"Don't worry about Bader, he's fine. Maybe he just forgot, or there was important thing he had to do."

"He forgot me? God! Didn't he know I could be murdered there, or raped or something as I kept waiting for him?" I said in a raised tone.

"Ok, ok, don't be angry. Bader did not forget you, ok? Something must be wrong," taking his hand off my lap and dropped it into the steering wheel.

"Thank you Yousef for saving me," I said looking into his face.

He looked at me and smiled, "No problem Mr. Mike, I'm here all the time" patting my lap with his hand again.

I smiled back. It's was the first time I had a close look at Yousef. He looked almost exactly like Bader that one wouldn't know the difference except for his larger physique being a certified and awarded body-builder.

We were already in the middle of the desert highway when he pulled over the car saying, "I'd like to pee!" He went out while I stayed inside waiting for him. When he was done, he faced me still his right hand shaking his d**k as if no one was watching him. Then pulled up his gartered jogging pants to hide it.

I did not give any malice with what he did but when he got back into the car, he again placed his right hand into my lap, faced me and said, "I like you, Mr. Mike. Since when I saw you, I knew I liked you…and I am jealous of Bader for having you as his friend," he said in English I could hardly understand.

"Yousef, I am afraid now… I don't like this, OK? If I tell this to Bader, he will be angry with you!"

"No, no, no, no! Don't tell this to Bader, and I won't say anything, promise. But please, Mr. Mike, I want it now, please?" he said with his eyes pleading. Then he shoved his jogging pants to reveal his hard on. It was as huge as Bader's I couldn't even tell the difference.

Still I did not move. I focused my eyes straight ahead, my heart was pounding and my mind was deeply troubled with Yousef’s real intention.

He stroked his hard on, hesitatingly held my hand and guided it into his huge, bulging chest. I had no choice thinking that even if I would refuse and he will force it on me, he could easily do it with probably more painful and harsh repercussions. We were in the middle of the desert, he could harm, even kill me if he wants without anyone knowing. "At least," I said to myself, "he is not hurting or forcing me."

So I caressed and pressed his chest. He removed his jacket and undershirt, placed his hand on my head and guided my mouth to lick his chest and n*****s.

As I was playing my tongue on his chest, I felt a tingling feeling creeping all over my whole system. I felt some kind of an inner stimulation seeing him stroking his huge hard on and his extremely masculine built. So I licked his chest and n*****s harder, played my tongue on them, occasionally biting. I stayed in that position for a minute. Then his hand moved to unzip me and released my hard on. He removed my shirt and kissed my mouth then down to my chest, my n*****s, licking, biting them as we both stroked each other's shaft. A few more minutes and our moans got stronger and stronger "Ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhh!" and our stroking went faster and faster until we reached the climax together, splattering our semen all over the place.

We cleaned up. And when everything was in place again, Yousef held my face and said gratefully, "Thank you Mr. Mike!" kissing me on the lips.

Then he started the car again and we proceeded...

(To be continued)