to fore Fazzi had always been the beggar. Now here was his master on his knees with his mouth licking the inside of his legs, his tongue probing around his balls; his lips touching his balls and…….and…Allah Akbar OHHHHH god, his lips were opening and covering the Arab's now stone like dick. He was holding the cut dick steady with one hand and probing the ass with the fingers of the other as he drove the tip of his tongue in and out of the cock head lips transporting the Syrian into paradise. Not taking the cock into his mouth he moved his lips back and forth, his teeth scraping the dick head and moving along the underside of the shaft, driving the Arab wild.

“Your teeth Yussseffffff your teeth are,,,,,, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH shitttttttttttttttttttt yah Robbbb……. Stop Yussefffffffff I can't take it anymore PLEASE PLEASE fuck me!”

“No, not before you stop this old man shit… Promise me you will never ever demean yourself again like that in front of me.”

“Anything, anything you want, but fuck me. I don't give a load of camel dung; I'm18 years old again when I'm with you…Fuck meeee ….and Joseph pulled him down on the floor with him. The two of them rolled around on the floor. Joseph produced the condom from the pocket of his pajama top and covered his big cock. Fazzi got to his knees straddling Joseph's hard cock and lowered himself onto the soldier's hard man meat. Joseph allowed him to ride his rampant cock as he reached for and held the Arab's cut dick. Then Fazzi rode his dick with an abandonment that he had never shown before. Moaning, screaming and cursing in Arabic, words that Joseph had never heard before. Fazzi riding, like he was riding English style. Joseph laid there, his cock like the horn on a western saddle, only buried deep in the Arab's man-cunt. The two of them fucking like mad. First Fazzi was on top then Joseph. Pumping, grinding and drilling into each other. First missionary style, then the Doggie style then a few styles that neither of them had ever seen or heard of and then back again to the missionary. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOm, they exploded---Joseph into Fazzzzzi's mancunt and Fazzi over Joseph's chest. They both soon collapsed exhausted onto each other on the bathroom floor….

After a while laying there spent and exhausted, Fazzi nudged Joseph and woke him. “My love regardless of what you may say my old bones are not used to sleeping on the hard floor, even if there is a nice soft rug here. It is not the magic carpet of the Arabian Nights Tales. What do you say we get into bed and I'll serve you that coffee now?”

Joseph got up and helped Fazzi up. “You go and get the coffee ready. I'll clean up here and the join you in bed. We can have coffee there and then I have to get some sleep as I teach an early class in the morning. By the way I have cleared one day next week for you to come and give a lecture on the Syrian view of the 1948 war with the Zionists. You had said you wanted to correct some of the faulty history that has been presented.”

“You mean that they are going to let me present the Arab side!” Fazzi said not believing it to be true.

“Yes I will see to it that they do. But you must be ready to defend your point of view. And