Bader

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Thursday came. My off duty was 11:30 AM and just before that, Bader was already at the Training Room, ready to take me.

“What are you here for?” I asked playing innocent.

“You will come with me, right?”

“I thought that is still next Thursday!”

“A, ah! Stop playing with me Mr. Mike. It was very clear I told you the Thursday I meant was today, OK? And I don’t need any alibi.” He threatened.

“And if I don’t come with you, what will you do?”

“What will I do? I will never attend your class. I will tell my superior, the teacher is boring,”

“What???” I said laughing. “Everyone is happy with the class they don’t even want to go back to their assignments and here you are saying I’m boring?”

“Okay, I will tell my superior you have a crush on me,” as he released a naughty smile and a wink.

“Shut up!” I said although I could feel my face reddened. He was so cute with that expression that I felt I could not resist.

“Please…?”

So, I had no choice. “OK, wait for some minutes here. I will pack up some personal things and I got to have my papers cleared.” In my company, chance-riding in a non-official car carries with it personal responsibility just in case an accident or anything untoward happens. So, my company should know where I would go, and with whose personal car I would ride with.

“And if you got a swimming trunk, bring one too, I’ll teach you how to swim!” Bader shouted as I hurried to my accommodation.

“i***t! First of all, it’s winter, and second of all, I know how to swim!” I shouted back.

“Well, then third of all, I got a great nice hot-water pool in my farm, and fourth of all, the way I figure out, you swim like a frog, Kokak! Kokak! – hahahahaha!” mimicking a frog. “I will teach you how to swim like a pro!” He was so damn happy.

After a few minutes, I returned bringing my knapsack. We walked together to the parking area and hopped into his white sports car, his first one. He started it, and accelerated to top speed instantly.

“God! What are you doing? Stop it Bader, Stop it or I will jump out!” I yelled in all nervousness.

“Hahahahaha! Sorry, I’m just kidding you, Mr. Mike... please don’t be angry” as he slowed down, in fact too slowly that I could see even the slow-moving trucks and trailers overtaking us. He was a reckless driver and he knew I would be afraid when he drives his car recklessly.

I wanted to laugh and tease him with that slow speed as if we were in a funeral procession while the other overtaking commuters looked at him and then at his sports car wondering what could have gone wrong. But I just kept it to myself relishing some feeling of victory to have gotten what I wanted. “You force me to come with you, ok, give me what I want, let’s see!” I said to myself.

We parked at a nearby McDonalds, “We got to eat first, becasue I’m sure you are already hungry” as he proceeded directly to the counter and ordered my favorite spaghetti and hamburger, and French fries for himself.

“Thank God, he understood I’m starving to death!” I murmured.

We proceeded and after some forty minutes, arrived at his place. It was already three in the afternoon. He parked his car in a vacant lot in front of a cluster of concrete houses, some are four or five-storey tall, looking more like standing matchboxes with no enclosures, and with brown bricks festooned the facade.

We walked through a narrow alley until we reached the entrance of a four-storey building. Bader left me there as he went into the building and after some minutes, came back.

“What happened?” I asked worried why he had to leave me there, with some people staring inquisitively probably their minds asking what I was doing in that place alone.

“I have to inform my sisters and mother that I have a visitor so they will go to their rooms or stay in the separate sitting room, keeping away from our paths, you understand?” He explained. “Ok, we can now proceed” was his answer. In Bader’s place, any man should not know the name, much less see the face of a woman if she is not his sister or mother. In fact in public, women cover their face and hair. So it applies even to visitors.

Bader went in first and I followed to the men’s sitting room just immediately adjacent to the entrance, took his shoes off, of which I also did. His father, about 50 something with shaved mustache was already there wearing a thobe – the white priest-like garment. He was sitting cross-legged on the green carpet in front of a TV watching football, a tea pot and little cups beside him. When he saw us, he stood up, “Welcome! Welcome!” as he shook my hand, pressed it to his chest, as a Middle Easterner’s gesture of respect.

I did the same. “Thank you, thank you!” I said as he offered me to sit down. Bader sat cross-legged beside me. His father could not speak English so Bader had to translate to me every word he said. He asked me about my job, my family, and told me that he was happy I came to visit. I told him I felt the same, and it was my first time to visit a local family. He offered me tea which I received with my right hand following the tea courtesy Bader had taught me earlier.

After nearly an hour, his father asked to be excused as he said, he had something to do. So, I was left there with Bader. “We’ll stay here. My brothers will arrive soon,” he said.

After a few minutes, his brother appeared one by one. Bader and I stood up. “This is Amir, our eldest; Amir, this is Mike, my training instructor” said Bader in English as Amir, his 25-year older brother understood English. Amir was as tall and as good-looking.

“How are you, Mr. Mike!” Amir greeted. We shook hands, then he sat beside Bader.

It was followed by Yousef, his 23-year second elder brother, much bigger having won a body-building competition and equally good-looking; but could understand only a little English. “How are you, Mr. Mike!” as he grasped my hand strongly almost breaking my fingers.

“Ouch!” I blurted.

“Hahahahaha!” he laughed winking his eyes, and sat beside Amir.

Then followed Ali, his 19 year-old younger brother, followed by Hussein, 17, then by Jassim, 14, and then Abbas, 12, and Habib, 10 following the same courtesies. All in all, they were eight brothers, all fair-skinned, clean-shaven faces and damn good-looking.

“So how many sisters do you have?” I asked. There are seven sisters, so that makes us all 15.” Bader explained.

“Wow!” I said in astonishment “with one mother?” I added.

“Yeah!”

All his brothers talked with me for about half an hour with Bader and Amir serving as translators. Then they left when their cousins and a few young nephews arrived who, I think were 20 or more in all ranging from 18 to as young as 8. Some stayed curious egging on Bader about me and if I was Filipino, Chinese or Japanese.

Later came about seven of his friends and again there were the introduction, the handshakes, the translations. His friends were about to leave after a few minutes when Bader asked one friend to stay behind.

He was Hassan, a 15 year-old attractive guy, medium built and about 5 feet 8 inches tall. They talked Arabic, teased each other, and I could not figure out what they were talking. I just looked at them as Hassan would look at me and Bader would laugh saying, “This guy is ‘tarantado’ (befuddled)” using the Tagalog word he learned from some Filipino workmates.

“Why, what did he say?” I asked curiously.

“He said he likes you!”

“Hahahahaha!” I laughed “Really, for what?”

“For something, you know...” Bader stopped, sensing I would already understand.

It was past 7pm when Hassan left and Bader asked me to pick up my things, carry my shoes, and follow him. First, he asked me to stay put as he went ahead to survey the stairs and into the second floor. Then he motioned me to follow which I obliged immediately. We went up the second floor and after he opened the door just immediately opposite the stairs, we went in. He turned on the light and hurriedly closed the door. We were like two soldiers sneaking inside an enemy territory.

The room was spacious like 7 square meters with a blue carpet and avocado-green wall. Opposite the door were a mini-gym machine and some workout gadgets. On the left-most edge was his bed and on the opposite corner was a TV set with VHS and VCD players and some tapes and CDs on the rack below it. On the ceiling was a chandelier equipped with a dimmer. The room was kempt and I thought he must have prepared it form my vsit.

“Welcome to my world, Mr. Michael!” He greeted me with a big grin on his face.

“This is your room?” I asked in appreciation “Very nice!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah. This is where I do my workout,” pointing to the mini-gym. “This is where I study,” pointing to the table beside the TV set illustrating to me his routine, “...and here is where I jerk myself off!” he added laughing loudly pointing to the bed.

“You are stupid and tarantado!” I said teasing.

Suddenly, somebody knocked on the door. It was Abbas and Habib, Bader’s two youngest brothers bringing khabsa, an Arabic rice cooked with meat in two big plates, some apples, oranges, salad, juice and water in two glass pitchers. Bader met them at the door to receive the foods. He laid the items on the carpeted floor and the two boys left. It was like we were in a hotel with the room service.

“It’s dinner time!” Bader exclaimed. “Anything more you want? A, yeah… the spoon and fork!” he said as he went out of the room and ran down to get them. Normally, locals eat on the floor, bare-handed. So Bader thought I could not eat without a spoon.

After dinner, Bader said, “We will go to our farm and if you have brought your swimming trunk, we will have a swimming there.”

“Are you serious?!” I exclaimed.

“Of course I am. Why?” he asked.

“I did not bring my swimming trunk because I thought you were kidding. And besides, I can’t stand the cold temperature! It’s less than 10 centigrade Bader, do you realize that?”

“Trust me. I’ll bring an extra trunk for you,” he said calmly. Although Bader was huge and tall and I was only 5’4, we had the same waistline at 29 inches.

“It’s up to you, but don’t force me if I don’t come near the water.”

Bader’s farm was only a five-minute ride from his home. It was about five hectares planted with dates and other fruit trees which I could not remember the names. It was dark so I could not see its surroundings. Situated adjacent to a road was a cabin, beside it was a pool inside a concrete enclosure.

First he showed me the inside of the cabin, turned on the light, and deposited our things as he immediately removed all his clothes in front of me without any hesitation. I was again startled especially when I saw his huge hard-on and what he might do especially that there were only the two of us. It was the first time I had a close look at his body; so firm with bulging bicep and upper-body muscles, his chest was full of babyish black hairs aligning tidily like a watercourse from the curve of his chest into the midsection and down to his six-pack abs, into his navel, and into his completely-shaven pubic hairs. On the sides of his waist I could see his firm oblique muscles. His skin was flawless. He was Adonis.

“Hey, will you just be staring at me? Come on, remove your clothes!”

I was damn nervous I did not know what to do. “I got to pee!” I said giving him alibi.

So I turned my back and went out of the cabin. I felt like going back home right there and then and my head screamed, “What are you doing in that place, i***t!”

Suddenly, Bader rushed towards the pool completely naked and jumped in shouting, “Eyaaahooooo!!!!” then a big splash. “Mike, come on over here!”

I followed to the pool. It was as big as Bader’s room and the deepest part was only leveled at Bader’s neck. The water looked pristine I could see the blue-and-white marble tiles at the bottom. I tested the water with my hand surprised at why Bader did not feel the winter cold. It was so warm and tempting.

“This comes from a natural hot water source, about two kilometers away from here. This is the same water that supports all the surrounding farms.” He explained.

I just nodded in wonderment.

“So what are you waiting for? Remove your clothes now and join me! Come on!”

I rushed back to the cabin, removed all my clothes and wore Bader’s extra swimming trunk. It was just fit for me. Then I rushed back to the pool, trembling in the chilling wind. Bader noticed his trunk that I wore and said, “Shitttt! I’m envious with that trunk now.”

“Why?” I asked, still standing at the edge of the pool chilling.

“Because while it already held my d**k, now it feels your d**k too and your balls, and your butt, and your asshole! Hahahahahaha!” He shouted.

“Tarantado!” I shouted back as I dived down into the water, “Oooppps!” The water was so soothing with the cold wind up and the warmth it gave to my body. When I surfaced, there was Bader right in front of my eyes playfully charging me to one corner of the pool, both hand extended as if he would catch a chicken.

“Ops, what are you doing?” as I slowly moved backward to the corner while Bader slowly advanced.

“Nothing... I just want to play games with you.” He caught my hands, dragged them to the back of his waist. His facial expression turned serious and his eyes transfixed on me, pulled me closer to his body. I felt his hard-on intentionally brushed into my stomach, his huge muscular body shoved into my chest, as he looked pleadingly straight into my eyes and slowly drawing his lips into my mouth.

“Bader, what are you doing!” I jerked my head to avoid contact with his eyes while he kept holding my hands into the back of his waist.

“Mike, I like you... and I think you know that. I can’t stand it anymore, please...” he murmured mounting his mouth into my ears.

“O, God... you had planned for this, right?! I can’t believe this!” I shouted as a tingling sensation crept all over my body. Then I felt my c**k hardened pushing into Bader’s hairy legs as his legs rubbed it in return.

“Please Mike, please... just a kiss and that’s all,” as he finally pressed his lips into mine. I let him. But I got carried away. I kissed him back.

He finally released my hand. We hugged tightly together. We played our tongues like two famished people starving for each other. Then he ran his lips and tongue into my face, tickled my ears, down to my neck, to my nipples... sucked them. His mouth stayed there for a long time.

“Ahhhhhhh!” I moaned as he guided my hand into his huge hard c**k. I stroke it. He stroke mine too until our moans got stronger and stronger, “Ahhhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhhh!”

Finally, we both reached the summit together as our semen squirted into the water.

“Thank you, Mike.... Thank you!” he said as he stroked my hair and pressed his lips again into my mouth, still gasping for breath.

(To be continued)