“Salaam.” Cheveyo reached out his right hand to greet the young man. “My friends, Eri and Adolfo, and I, are eating.” He nodded toward the table, and Eri and Adolfo each raised their glasses in greeting. “I’m Cheveyo Cloud. Would you like to join us?”
“Elemental Inc.?” Fahad inquired as he shook Cheveyo’s proffered hand. The man nodded. His palm was smooth to the touch, but his fingertips had calluses. The sign of a working man, Fahad thought.
Fahad grabbed his coffee cup, stood, and followed Cheveyo to the table, speaking as he walked. “When I received the e-mail, I was already on the road, so I came as soon as possible. Thank you for meeting me.” Cheveyo nodded and quickly made introductions upon arriving at their table.
Adolfo spoke almost in a whisper so that other patrons could not hear their conversation. “I think that we should order tea and move this gathering to our room. I believe that there is a lot to discuss. Remember though, this meeting is only for fact-finding. It doesn’t guarantee our services. Fahad?”
“Yes, I completely understand. Thank you.”
The waiter came to the table with the bill and Adolfo ordered a pot of tea. “Can you please put the bill on our tab and have a pot of Arabian tea brought to room 402?”
The four men left the restaurant and went to the room.
* * * *
Fahad could not believe his luck. Allah must truly favor him. He sent the email to Elemental Inc. just earlier in the day and…he needed these men to assist him in retrieving his family’s stolen heirloom. Why they were in Jerusalem he did not know, nor did he care. His sole purpose to procure their services would bring him one step closer to achieving his goal, if they accepted his proposition. The soft music played over the elevator’s sound system created a mood of solemnity as they rode to the fourth floor.
Fahad eyed the three men, each vastly different in appearance and stature. He fought for purchase as their large, toned bodies all but consumed every square inch of the elevator, diminishing the air capacity, a sensation of claustrophobia engulfing him. His breath caught in his chest as he attempted to fill his lungs. No! He screamed inside his head. He would not allow his eyes to wander. It was forbidden. He had one goal, the restoration of his family’s name to the stature it held after World War II, when his father and the Jewish refugees’ leader created a peaceful existence. A demonstration of the capability of Palestinians and Jews to live in harmony, side by side.
The ding of the elevator reverberated in his head, a deafening sound that drew him from his thoughts. He lagged behind as they marched down the hall to the room, perplexed by the feelings he experienced.
The Asian held open the door and motioned him in. He remembered his name was Eri.
“Come in and have a seat.” Eri pointed to one of the chairs that occupied the space. Fahad sat and waited for the others to join him. Why did this simple gesture elicit dread, as if it was a trek to the gallows?
Fahad warily scanned the room, eyes darting to and fro as the man who first approached him retrieved his lap top and plopped on the sofa next to Eri. The man called Adolfo sat in the other single plush chair. Fahad perspired from nerves, not the heat, as the room’s temperature was pleasant. Beads of sweat pooled at the nape of his neck, and the curls tied in the leather thong dampened. Trying to find a comfortable position, he crossed his right leg over his left knee, trousers exposed beneath the robe.
“Fahad Bahar al Menoit.” Adolfo spoke his name with a slight accent, one that Fahad could not place. “I’m Adolfo Martino,” he said, nodding toward the other two men. “And this is Eri Akari and Cheveyo Cloud. Elemental Inc. received an email requesting an acquisitions job. We happen to be in the country, purely coincidentally, of course.”
Cheveyo jumped into the conversation, knowing it could go south quickly if Adolfo copped an attitude. “I did a very quick check on you, Mr. al Menoit.”
“Please, call me Fahad.” Fahad fidgeted in his chair. He uncrossed his right leg and stretched his long limbs, very grateful that he wore his robes when he left the house that afternoon, because his trousers wouldn’t hide his forming erection. He couldn’t determine which man caused his arousal, but one thing was certain—these men were fucking gorgeous. Each vastly different, and yet so desirable. He wondered if the three were lovers. He assumed Americans were sexually unrepressed, willing to satisfy themselves with men or women. A quick fantasy bought an image of the three men together in carnal expression. Taking each other, passions high. He moaned silently, hoped the men didn’t hear him and brought himself back to the conversation.
“Fahad, then,” Cheveyo continued. “I noticed that the Internet did not list a wife or children, so I can assume that this is not a retrieval of a loved one.”
Nodding, Fahad answered Cheveyo’s question. “True. I have neither wife nor children. What I need is the retrieval of a family heirloom. Have you heard of the legend of the Diamond Globe?” He paused to allow the men to think about his question and respond.
Fahad lifted his hips and Adolfo slipped the sweat pants down his legs and off. They landed on the floor with a slight swoosh. His cock was suddenly engulfed by the gorgeous Latino as Adolfo swallowed it down to the root. Adolfo’s body, poised between his legs, stretched his inner thighs apart until they burned. Taken by surprise, an unmanly sound escaped from Fahad’s mouth, his body bowing off the mattress. “Oh fuck, that’s so good.”
Adolfo worked his cock, his tongue running up and down the large, underside vein. The small appendage of the Latino’s tongue dipped into his slit. Pre-cum dripped into the man’s mouth as Adolfo laved his cock, his tongue going to task between fucking his slit and sucking the rod.
“That’s just the start,” Eri chimed in as he kneeled on Fahad’s left side. Fahad eyed the man with a wary look, unsure of what he was in for. He didn’t have to wait long to have Eri’s lips sucking on his left nipple while the other hand played with the right one. Eri pinched and tugged on the small nub, and the stimulation ran straight to his cock. The cock was so engorged with blood he didn’t know how Adolfo kept it in his mouth.
“Come on, baby, lift a little for me.” Cheveyo’s voice sounded far away, although the man positioned himself to Fahad’s right. Adolfo’s hands wrapped around his hips and lifted him ever so slightly as Cheveyo placed a small pillow underneath him. The pillow elevated him to just the right height and angle. For what? Fahad thought. Ass exposed, dick in Adolfo’s mouth, and nipples tortured by Eri, Fahad didn’t have to wait long to discover the necessity of the pillow.
A whirlwind of activity took place with Fahad as the centerpiece of action. Adolfo’s mouth never relinquished the sweet torture on his dick as the man repositioned his body to Fahad’s right, switching places with Cheveyo. Fahad’s mind endeavored to catch up with the flurry that surrounded him.
Warm air blew on his taint, and he attempted to close his legs as the large Native American’s frame prohibited the motion. Embarrassment and thrill simultaneously ran through his body, his blood aflame. No one had ever entered his rear entrance, not even Fahad himself. The most daring experimentation he ever did was a slight rub with some lotion to soften the muscle, but he had never penetrated himself. Fahad figured once he did, it would be somewhat like a virgin losing her virginity for the first time when her hymen broke. Yes, Fahad knew that sounded ridiculous, but he desired to save himself for the love of his life, his chosen destiny. In this case, three destinies.
First he felt a warm breath, and then the unimaginable. A tongue swiped across his hole, small, cat-like licks in between warm air. Stimulation became the new game. “No, no, no,” Fahad’s voice repeated as all three men continued to work him like a violinist with her bow. “Oh Allah, please no, don’t stop.”
“Shush, koji, relax and let us make you feel good. This is just to take the edge off. We have all night.” Eri’s lips were red with a slight coating of saliva from sucking on Fahad’s nipple. The man continued to play with his other nipple, a simple tug went straight to Fahad’s balls. “Oh, I think a piercing or two may be in your future.”
“I can’t, please. It’s too much. I’ve never.”
“Then come, koji. Give us your release and pleasure. The first one will be the strongest and then you can relax into the sensation.” Fahad tried to understand the words that came from Eri’s slick, stained mouth, but the tug on his nipple, his cock encased in the warm moist heat of Adolfo’s mouth, and the ass play left him few brain cells to rationalize Eri’s words. He needed release but he felt almost overstimulated, just on the precipice of explosion, but unable to find what he needed to tip the scale. And then it happened. He felt a wetness enter his channel. Not a lubed finger, but something smaller and pointed. Cheveyo’s tongue. The man actually entered his nether region with his tongue. He fucked his ass, in and out, his tongue swiping in a circular motion to stimulate his passageway. It was the catalyst Fahad needed to topple him over. He lifted his hips off the bed as Adolfo held his waist, and his cock drove to the back of Adolfo’s throat.