demean yourself like this. Look! Look into that mirror! What do you see? I don't know what you see, but I see two lovers. Not an old man and a young man… Not a Muslim and a Christian! Just two lovers! If I wanted or needed 'young', I could be with someone like Dina tonight and every night… Or I could even call your daughter and be with her. But, I'm not there! See! I'm with you! I don't even want to be there, I chose to be with you, I HAVE TO BE WITH YOU. And why do I have to be here? It is not because of your money. You know that I never wanted or asked you for anything. You want it all back? Take the car, the apartment over the garage, the clothes. Take everything, take all the shit, except don't take yourself. That's all I want! If you do not believe that, then I had better leave right now. I'm tired of having to prove my feelings for you. Good-bye. I'll gather up my uniforms, pack up and I'll hitch a ride back to the base.”

“NO! Stay!” he screamed holding onto Joseph's pajama top and pulling it off his shoulders as the soldier turned to leave. “I need you and I will not permit you to leave me. Not now-not ever.” He said as he let the top fall to the floor. He grabbed onto the strong body and pleaded with him to stay.

“Don't worry, there is little chance of my leaving you. I would not leave even if you threw me out.” He smirked as he again embraced Fazzi and kissed him. His lips kissing and moving along Fazzi's jaw line up to the ear where he sucked and nibbled on the lobe. Fazzi threw his head backwards, allowing Joseph additional room to bury his hot mouth into the hollow of his throat. There he kissed and sucked on that vulnerable area while his fingers deftly undid the buttons of the silk pajama top letting it fall off Fazzi's shoulders and float down to join his own top on the bathroom floor. Joseph's lips continued to kiss while his tongue was leaving a new trail of wetness down the front of Arab's hair covered chest arriving at the hard erect nipples. His hot tongue tip could feel the minute arousal bumps in the Arabs areoles, that dark brown circle of hypersensitive skin surrounding his nipples. Running his tongue around and around the nipple, he gently sucked the nipple in and ran his tongue tip over it. Moaning passionately Fazzi grabbed the back of Joseph's head and pressed his face into his chest harder and harder.

“You lips are so hot I want to keep them there forever.” Moaned Fazzi.

He was not able to keep them there for long. When Joseph was able to free his head at last he moved it down, over the olive skin down to the belly button. Getting down on both knees and kneeling on the soft white rug he set to work kissing, sucking and working his tongue into the navel while his fingers reached into the silk waistband and gently lowering the pants until they too floated to the floor exposing the nude body with it's hard 6” piece of cut dick erect and sticking straight out from between two big low hanging balls. Fazzi could not believe it; Joseph, his Yussef, his knight, his master, was on his knees in front of him. Was Yussef changing roles with him? Here