Gay Erotic Stories

Chapter 46

By Joystick

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. Joystick56@Hotmail.com

End of chapter 45 Then it happened. The explosion. Like a hundred guns going off at one time. They came together. Allie shot out a warm, sticky fluid flood between their bodies and the two of them collapsed, exhausted but now drained of emotion and love fluids.

Chapter 46

Saturday came and the Emir’s residence was all decked out in decorations. The ‘Great Room’ was turned into a huge Bedouin tent. The only thing missing was the sand underfoot. Tables had been set up with enough food and delicacies to feed thousands although only half that amount of guests had been invited. The general public had known of the Emir’s party for days and had gathered outside the estate’s main gate in hopes of seeing some of the dignitaries, or perhaps, even by chance, crashing the party. However, security was very tight and they had to content themselves with the left over food which was to be freely distributed after the guests had their fill. Everyone of any importance in the Muslim world had come to meet and see this foreigner who was to become the future husband of the Emir’s favorite granddaughter. Everyone knew that this union would most likely be His Eminence’s last chance to procure a male heir of his own choosing. It was well known that the Emir had absolutely no use for the husbands of either of his two daughters. They were both idiots and the fact that neither marriage had produced a male heir did not endear either of the men to the public. The one bright spot in those marriages was the fact that the public could see the joy that the grandchildren brought to the Emir. They knew that he adored the eldest girl and if he had picked Joseph to be her husband, they wanted to meet him. No one wanted to miss this opportunity. If Joseph or his son was indeed to become the leader, then they all wanted to be able to say that they were there at the beginning. What better way to ingratiate themselves with both the Emir and his future heir? The Emir had informed Joseph that this was but the first step leading to the union of the two young beings. There would be many more such ‘tests’.

“These people know that I will not permit a union to take place until you have undergone a complete conversion,” he told Joseph. “They know that I would never willingly permit the marriage of my most precious jewel to an uncircumcised infidel. Politics, this is all politics. I just want to get their feelings on your suitability. It is a politically astute way of, shall we say, preparing them for your future role as a member of our household. I hope you don’t mind all the fuss.”

“No I don’t mind. It is sort of like our custom of having the parents throw an engagement party for the couple so that the families can get to know each other. I think you are very wise in doing this. It will make it so much easier later on.” Joseph told him. “From what Allie told me, I think this is the best way for you to introduce me to our world.”

“My son, if I were you, I would not worry too much about what Allie says. You must keep in mind that he is a fellah (a peasant) and to us he will always remain one. There are those who rule and those who are ruled. He is not from the rulers. You on the other hand, with my blessings, can and will become Emir someday. You will be the ruler, and our guests know this and want to assure themselves that you are what I say you are. Here, you will meet the royalty of not only the Arab world but the Muslim world as well. Without their backing, almost nothing happens. Yet, while it is important for you to impress them, they are not in the inner circle. Those, you will meet with in private later. They are the leaders and MY shock troops of the Jihad, the real Islamic force. They alone are the ones you must impress.

“And what if they oppose me and still do not accept me?”

“Well, I shall then listen to their objections and weigh all the evidence and study the problem carefully – and then do what I want to do anyway because I control them and not the other way around. While it is important that the rabble have their chance to vent their feelings, you must remember that they are still rabble. However I am not worried. You will make them love you. In you they will think they see whatever it is they want to see. You will make them love you, but even more important – you must make them fear you!”

“Why should I do that?”

“Fear is what controls them. It always has and always will. Since I had no male heir, your father, Fazzi, was next in line. He also had no male heir until he adopted you. Now, you his son, will marry my granddaughter and you will rule in your own right. Since both Fazzi and I saw something in you and were willing to have you as a member of our family, they will also come to see what we saw. Then nothing can prevent you from rising to be the Emir after me.” He laughed and then whispered to Joseph, “Not even I could prevent it. They will praise Allah for the right to serve you. Just talk from your heart and all will be well. Love, hate and fear are all the same thing with them. If they see what I see - our world will be open to you, and not Allie nor anyone else can stop you.”

“But what should I say? What should I do?”

“Say whatever you want and what you feel. They must feel that what you say is what you mean in your heart. Just remember that our God is great, ‘Allah Akbar’ and if your heart is right, he will be in your heart and the words will come from Him. Do not worry; you will do just fine, my son.”

Joseph, timid at first, soon warmed up and turned on his best personality and the day went well. It turned out much better than either he or the Emir had hoped. All of the guests took a liking to him and, while they might not have approved of some of the things he said, they soon realized why the Emir had chosen him. To each of them, he appeared to be a fresh breeze that added hope. Perhaps he might even be the Al-Mahda, the promised one. After they left, the Emir took Joseph into another part of the residence. Waiting to meet him were Allie and a small group of men. Joseph recognized most of the others. He had seen most of their pictures on wanted posters at F.B.I. headquarters in Newark.

“So this is the American that Fazzi told us about. Not only did you win over our revered Fazzi, but now our friend Allie tells us that he not only knows you and loves you, but that you are also to be trusted. In fact, trusted just like one of us. Tell us, Mr. American, should we trust you? And if so, why?”

The Emir started to object to the manner in which the question was raised but Joseph politely stopped him by placing one hand on the Emir’s shoulder and raising the other in the manner of a policeman.

“If you please, your Eminence, they have asked a question which they have every right to ask. It is an important one and I want to try to answer it,” Joseph stated. “First of all, I would like to thank Allie for his recommendations. Most of you are aware of my feelings for Allie, but you would be fools to trust what he says. The one thing that I do know is that none of you are fools. If you were fools, most of you would have either been hung or in jail by now. And I’m sure none of you would have risen to your positions of leadership if you had placed your trust in the word of a man like Allie alone. Do not misconstrue what I am saying. I love Allie, I respect Allie, but at times I question his commitment to the true principals of Islam and Jihad as I must question both myself and everyone else. Our faith is a matter of questioning and when we stop questioning, that is when we will witness the downfall of Islam.”

Most of them nodded their heads in agreement and then their spokesman asked, “How then shall we know that you are worthy to be the Emir’s heir?”

“Both my late father and the Emir have told me that they feel I am worthy of this great honor. To tell you the truth, I am not worthy, and at this point I really don’t think I ever will be. However, the Emir, for some reason known only to himself and Allah, tells me that I am or will soon be ready. Perhaps if you would ask me questions and see how I respond to them, Allah might show you the way also. I will try to answer them as best as I can and you will either find or not find the answers you seek.”

They grilled him for three hours. Then their spokesman asked the question that was on all of their minds, “If you were to take over, would you change our methods of operation.”

“I do not know what they are… But one thing you can be sure of… by the time I become Emir, I’m sure that His Eminence would have prepared me completely. During this training period we would review every point and see what works and what doesn’t. Once in power, I will change things and that you can bet on. If we are looking for victory, then those things that do not work must be discarded and those that do work must be made to work better. For now, from what I can see, there is very little that is working right.”

That last remark started an uproar. Now it became the Emir’s turn to put up his hand and act as a traffic policeman. “What do you expect him to say? As of now he knows nothing of our operations. He has seen only what the western news media has allowed him to see. As an ex-military man, he cannot help but bring his own expertise and knowledge to us. I myself, yes even I, have found his advice useful and, in time, with my training and yours as well, I do hope he will be able to make any changes that will be needed. By that time he will be able to convince you of their validity. Until then he has Allah, Allie and myself to turn to for help… and it is my wish and hope that you will also make your knowledge available to him.”

“But how can we trust him?”

“Another fair question!” the Emir said, “did you like my speech before the U.N.?”

“You know we did!” said the spokesman. “Did not all of us tell you that we not only approved of it but thought it was long overdue? Did we not all send messages of our support and congratulations?”

“Well I will let you all in on a big secret, one which must not get out of this room!” the Emir said. “The ideas and most of the language came from Yussef’s head. He did everything but write it. He even accompanied me and helped me force the President of the United States almost to his knees. It was he, not I, that made that man fearful of us. Yussef will, when his time comes, make me look like a weakling.”

“No one can do that, Your Eminence,” laughed a few of the leaders there. “Your will is our law!”

“Then stop this questioning and accept my will and that of Allah. I give you the future Emir, my granddaughter’s future husband, Yussef ibn Fazzi Muhammad.”

Later in bed, Allie was furious with Joseph. “How could you make me look like I was an idiot?” he shouted.

“I did not make you look that way. I could not let them think that I was your underling. Was it not enough that I as much admitted we were lovers to that band of cutthroats? I established you as my lover and teacher. Now accept the fact that I held my own and even might have caused them to see you as more than the ‘Fellah’ that they always thought you were. I know how you feel. Was I not a dirt farmer myself? Are we not two of a kind? Allie, you and I are the same. Nothing but dirt farmers! And together we will show these bastards that we are just as good as they are, if not better! Now forget your anger and let’s make this last night together here one to remember.”

“Habibi, you know I think I am beginning to believe that you will make one hell of an Emir. Perhaps even in spite of me.”

The next morning as Joseph and the Worthingtons got ready to go to the airport, The Emir pulled Joseph aside and told him that his granddaughter would like to say goodbye to him in private. At first he was a little wary, but after being convinced that it was all right, he entered a room to find the girl in there and alone.

“Why are you alone? Where are your guardians and your chaperones? You know we are not to meet together until the marriage.”

“Do you think I might need them or are you that traditional? I was led to think that Americans were modern and might sweep away the old ways.” She said with her eyes toward the ground. “I must tell you the truth. Until I met you I was only willing to enter into this arranged marriage for my Grandfather’s sake. For his sake alone, but not with my heart, I would do what my Grandfather ordered. Now having seen you, I wanted to know if you and I could have a love relationship rather then just an arranged marriage.”

“It is true that our marriage has been arranged and that is the way it has to be,” Joseph told her looking into those beautiful dark eyes, “but that does not mean that there will not be love. You are beautiful and I’m sure that when you become of age, I will be more than happy to teach you all about love. We will find and learn about love together. It will be something to look forward to, but we must wait.” He reached for her hand and turned it palm up and placed his lips on it. She threw both her arms around his neck and pulled him down and kissed him on the lips. A kiss that was passionate, long and deep. Such passion Joseph had not expected. She pulled him into a tight embrace and he could feel the heat of her young body as it attempted to draw him into her. Her tongue entering his mouth, searching and probing, like a skilled woman of the night, her young body pressing against him. Joseph pulled away a bit and said, “Well I’m glad to see that I will not have to start from square one. You do know how to kiss, habibi. Oh yes, my dear, you will make me very happy and I plan to make you happy, but I’m glad that we must wait.”

“We don’t have to wait! I want you today, now!”

“I can’t take you as my wife today. Our marriage would not be recognized in the States. I would be arrested and sent to jail. I could get twenty years. I do not want to wait that long to take you to my bed as my legal wife.”

“You could stay here as my husband!”

“Your grandfather and I have work to do in the United States and I can not do it in Jail.” Joseph said, kissing her again. “So you see, we do have to wait, but this wait will only make it better when we can finally share our love and lives together legally. Good bye my love, I will miss you.”

Joseph rejoined the Emir and shook his finger at him. “You did it again, you old fox.”

“I only wanted to give you a small taste of your future,” the Emir whispered into his ear. “Perhaps now, you will not want to wait so long. Maybe only a year?”

“You do tempt me sorely but you have your laws and I have mine. I charge you with her care and want you to keep her pure for me,” he said as he kissed him goodbye Arab style and got into the car and drove off.

The flight home was uneventful. Rich was at the airport to meet them and drove his parents home to the Island and then Joseph to Paterson. As they drove up the front drive, Joseph let out a gasp as he saw the change in the second story. There was a glass-enclosed porch and, while he could not see it from the road, he knew that it enclosed the new hot tub. “My God when did they install it? Is it ready to use?”

“Two days ago.” Rich said, “I could deceive you and say that I waited until you came home to try it out, but the temptation was too great for me to resist and I’ve used it twice. I’m sorry!”

“Well I guess I will have to spank you, you stinker.”

“Promises – Promises. That’s all I ever get from you!”

They got out of the car and were met by the housekeeper, who threw her arms around Joseph in welcome. “I am so glad to see that you have returned safely. Was the trip successful? I was so worried about you. I missed having you underfoot. I have prepared your favorite foods, but you must tell me everything you did and saw.”

“I will tell you everything and give you a full report later. Was Mr. Worth a good boy while I was gone?” Joseph asked. “Did he give you any trouble?”

“No trouble at all,” she whispered. “He is more like a puppy dog than a spoiled Broadway star.” She smiled. “If I was bothered – it was not by him but rather by some of the community who keep asking me to get his autograph or his picture. Autographs and pictures I could get – but - some of the other requests, from the younger girls, made me blush. If their mothers knew what they requested, they would all be thrashed to within an inch of death. I have had hundreds of job applications submitted to me for additional help that I did not advertise for. If this keeps up, I will soon have to hire someone just to answer all of them.”

‘Well we will have to do something about that. Come to think about it, it just might be a good idea to hire a secretary to take care of that problem,” Joseph said winking at Richard. “What do you think, Rich?”

“Yes, perhaps a nice older man about 40 or so. Someone to handle my mail and perhaps to keep our housekeeper happy.”

“You, Mr. Broadway, have a dirty mind,” she snapped at him, but with a smile, as she turned and walked into the house. “Dinner at the usual time. Shish Kabobs.”

Continued in chapter 46B