fuck stick. Getting to his feet and turning Fazzi around pulling the man's backside against his cock, Joseph placed his cock between Fazzi's thighs. He reached around and took his lover's rampant dick in his fingers and slowly moved his cock up and down while his own hard hot cock rubbed back and forth along that sensitive area between the Arab's balls and asshole dry-fucking him. With the shower spray cascading over their bodies, Joseph sunk his teeth into Fazzi's neck sucking on the soft tender neck skin while he jerked off the moaning, screaming man until he ejaculated all over the walls, followed by Joseph's explosion, covering the Arab's perineum with his hot cummmm.

The next morning Joseph awoke feeling Fazzi's wet throat on his cock.

“Good morning, my love. That is a nice alarm clock you have. I want to feel that every time I wake up, much nicer than that damn record of that bugler blowing that fucking revelry, we hear every morning at base.”

Joseph just lay back in the big bed and enjoyed the Arab's milking him to a climax. When he was done Fazzi got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. He came out and said to Joseph, “I hope that someday you will want to wake me that way.”

“Someday, maybe, but it may take a long time for me to want to do that to anyone.” He lied. “I really enjoy it being done to me but as your master I can not bring myself to do it to you, yet. Can you understand that?”

“Yes I do, habibi, one day maybe you will get over this Christian set of morals and give into your animal instincts. It is just that, instinctive. A natural inborn desire to suck.”

“Yes Fazzi, I realize that. Perhaps that is the difference between our cultures. My culture directs me to control my sordid sexual desires while yours takes them and glorifies them into heavenly rewards.”

“Ouch, that was un-called-for. It maybe true but it is un-called- for.” Fazzi said. “Do not get on your high moral horse with me. Admit it! There are lots of things you Christians do that are worse than sucking the cock of your loved one.”

“You got me there, babe. Let's call it a draw and kiss and make up.” Joseph said smiling as he kissed Fazzi and patted his ass. “We better get moving if we are going to make that appointment with the tailor. I know you would love to see me running around here nude all the time, but, there are times I may need to put on some clothes.”

The two of them washed and dressed and went downstairs to have breakfast and await the arrival of the tailor. He arrived about one hour later and unloaded a huge group of fabric samples. Fazzi tested each sample and approved each selection that Joseph made. Joseph wanted to know how much a suit would cost, but Fazzi said, “Don't worry about the cost. It is a gift. I want you to have at least two suits, a few slacks, a sports jacket, some shirts, matching ties, and socks-a complete wardrobe. You might even need a tuxedo incase we have a formal affair to go to.”

“Now that's where I draw the line. I'm not going around looking like a penguin.” Joseph said as the tailor took his measurements and wrote them down. “How long will