be just the two of us alone tonight, and I don't want anyone to disturb us.”

“The day that I need a condom to remind me to make love to you will be the day I will need more than kabobs.” Joseph laughed and went up to his room where he changed into the silk P.Js and laid down on his bed with the pajama top still unbuttoned, waiting for Fazzi to come in. Soon the odor of brewing coffee filled the air and then he heard Fazzi in their adjoining bathroom. Getting out of bed, he walked to the door, the silk ends of the pajama top flapping in the breeze. He opened the door and the Arab was standing by the sink dressed in a duplicate pair of P.Js finishing the brushing of his teeth. Joseph entered and placed his arms around him and kissed his ear lobe.

“I really don't know how to act now that I know of the death of your brother but, damn it, you smell and taste so good.” He whispered into his ear.

The Arab half turned his face and said, “Yussef please do not let my brother's death bother you. We have not been close for years and years.” Then to prove it, he continued in jest “What you smell must be that new men's cologne 'Essence of Lamb Kabob Number 1'. I had a chemist conjure it up just for you. Does it do anything for you?”

“GRRrrrrr! That odor and these pajamas, they are both real sexy turn-ons.” growled the solider as he sank his mouth into the back of Fazzi's neck and moved on to his broad shoulders sucking on the delectable meat and leaving red love marks along the way. “I see you got yourself a matching pair of these pajamas and I like that. These P.Js are so nice and soft that I don't feel like I have anything on.” His hard cock grinding into the silk covered ass cheeks of the gasping man.

Fazzi dropped the toothbrush into the holder and moaning, he leaned back into Joseph's embrace. His back pressing into Joseph's exposed chest. He just sort of melted into the younger man. Looking down, Joseph saw the tented fly of the Arab burst open and his freed manhood leap out of its silk cocoon. Reaching down his fingers encircled the erect Arab cock. Catching some of silk material with his fingers he began rubbing his silk covered fingers lightly back and forth slowly over the Arab's hard dark cock.

“Yussef, Yusssef,” Fazzi moaned over and over. “Ana Bahabek Kteer, habibi, Ana mabsoot, Ana mabsoot, I love you very much and I am so happy,” he kept repeating over and over in Arabic. I am your slave, your prisoner. A prisoner of our love. And then he spun around and grabbed his tormentor, pulling the hard tight blond body even closer to himself; he placed his lips on Joseph's and kissed him deeply. Coming up for air he whispered, “I only hope you love me half as much as I love you.”

“How much more must I do to convince you of my feelings for you? Is there anything I can do or say to once and for all prove it to you?”

“Yussef, darling, I'm sorry, don't be cross with me, but I just can not get it through my thick head that a young man like you could really love a old hag like me.”

“Fazzi I give up! I hate when you