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I looked up to Tam's face as I began grunting out unintelligible babble, "Ugh... more... faster... Ugh fuck!" I was pleading for him to go faster and harder. It was the one part of my body I knew I had full feeling in.
"You have such a tight pussy. It holds and keeps its master hard." With one final thrust he filled my hole with his cum. The feeling of so much skin on skin friction triggered my own orgasm. Several volleys of cum shot from my untouched cock. One spasm landed on my right cheek. Tam swept it up with a soft kiss. He kissed me tenderly sharing the taste of my love for him.
He rolled to his back and pulled me to my right side to lean on him as I recovered. "Tam, would you and Papa Omar be disappointed with me if I didn't fight the MRB? If I just took the medical retirement and became your boy?"
He held my face, "I would love it, Papa would expect more. He and I share a desire for you to leave the military. He wants you to return to school and follow your passions. I know you would be happy caring for my home and my needs, for a time. I fear you would tire of it and eventually resent me. The last thing I wish for you to think is that you are trapped." He kissed my forehead. "There is time to think of the future."
We drifted to sleep in each other's arms.
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2100 - A time for endings and beginnings.
We showered, dressed, and rejoined the family. Momma Daliyah had a plate of food prepared for me. Then she looked at Tam and playfully patted his belly. Then she wagged her finger in his face saying, "You can afford to skip a meal, my sweet little boy cannot." She kissed my forehead.
Fahima swept in to double check my vitals. "You should have seen the doctor's face two hours ago. Your heart was all over the place. I do believe he was going to break down the door to check on you. Next time turn the telemetry unit off before you start to 'exercise.' It will send a timeout code so that we do not worry."
Tam rubbed his fingers through my hair. "My little sister does nag so. I will care for our boy." My Tam teased his sister in reply.
With my late meal over, Tam and Papa Omar drug me around the terrace introducing me to the rest of the family my new brothers, nephews and cousins.
Just before midnight Najib made the formal announcement of his engagement to Nessa. I knew there would be a huge celebration of the event. A celebration I wouldn't ever experience with Tam. I settled on the knowledge that I had him. For now that was enough. Cal and Jamaal could see the flash of disappointment on my face. Cal grinned, "You get used to it squirt." It was as if the couple knew what I was thinking.
1986 was a year with many endings. Here is hoping that 1987 is full of nothing but joyful beginnings.
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Authors comment:
Gonna leave Jono alone for a bit. I put a bit too much of me in his character. Churned up a bit of hurt.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 6 years agoI fell in love with your writing. So much so that I read all three stories. Then I read your blog...
Damn, I am crying my eyes out for someone who I never met. The saddest part is knowing there will be no more stories. Rest easy Izzy.
A fan.
Spadger2over 6 years agoSo sad to see you've put Jono aside for the moment. I can understand if you are basing him on your own experiences. If so, you must have a lot of love as well as hurt in your own life.
I only hope that Jono and Tamam's future together is blessed by family support, and that there remains as much genuine affection and support for each other as there is such a strong sexual relationship.
No doubt Jono will become more involved with his Islamic inheritance now that he has been adopted by Papa Omar.
Looking forward to episodes of their future life together when you are inclined to tell us.
zeliol_blaover 6 years agoamazingly written, astonishingly, beautiful love, just super reading. I hope that is not the end but the story will continue.
Anonymousalmost 7 years agoAfter reading your comments I admire you even more for your strength. While Joni is not the real you, and Tam is not your Aza, you still honored his memory by painting great characters, including Tam's family which in reality are they are the total opposite. Stay strong and try to move forward. You only lost a battle but not the war. I wish you a speedy recovery. I know your next story will be as great as this one. Take care of yourself please.
-VL
tarzanacidealmost 7 years agoThank you for the shout out! I'm so honored you like my stories. :) I am so sorry that it came out like that and all you had to go through. That sucks. :( My Persian ("Navid" in the stories) talks about situations like this and making sure I am taken care of if something happens (like him getting sent back to Iran).
I hope you pour that fresh start and moving on into the next series and make it as good as this one. I notice that my best chapters come out when we're going through rough times. Hopefully writing is as zen-making for you as it is for me. You do good work. If it's any consolation, his family will have to live with robbing him of his wishes. You did your best to make him proud and I'm sure he would want you to bury it and move forward, always forward. My "Navid" always tells me that when I get caught up in something. I Can't wait to see what you come up with!
-Em
