maceov
12-19-2008, 08:48 PM
The Arrival
For over seven years I had planned to visit Jerusalem. Being a good little French-American boy, it just seemed like the right thing to do. To make my pilgrimage to the “Holy Land” and see for myself what all the fighting was about. On the news, Israel always looked like some desolate, barren land - so I couldn’t fully appreciate the rugged beauty of the land until I’d actually arrived there. Well, in all truthfulness, the “land” wasn’t exactly the first thing I noticed when I got there...
I was so excited getting off the plane after 14 hours of flight, PLUS an extensive 8-hour layover in Amsterdam, Holland, whose Medieval architecture I just loved! After the trolly lobbied us over to the actual airport in Tel Aviv, I was struck with the absolutely, positively, most drop-dead gorgeous soldiers standing around everywhere with their great big M-16’s hanging over their shoulders which seemed bigger than most of them were. They were all tall, thin, and model-material beautiful! Wow! Plus, with their darker olive-skinned beauty, I was reminded very much of the beautiful latinos I had grown up with in Los Angeles. I had always had a penchant for a “Sexy Mexy” - their dark hair, tan skin, and seductive brown eyes just send me. Mmm... Especially when they are holding a big fat brown hard-on in their hands and smiling at me... They had been my favorite flavor for years, and in my early 20’s, when men started realizing that I actually WAS beautiful, I had my pick of them living around my neighborhood.
My first lover, I’d met when we were both just 13, and after that first kiss, we were together for 8 years. He was half-mexican and half-white, hung like a stallion, built like a brick shit-house, and very cute. Yum! So I was extremely well-versed in appreciating the allure of a tall, dark, handsome male. But I digress...
So here I was in Tel Aviv around 9:30 at night, surrounded by these frigging gorgeous Israeli stud-muffins, just smiling my ass off! If they only knew what licentious, knee-weakening thoughts were going through my mind as I gazed seductively at them, they may have used those M-16’s on me! Or maybe not... A couple of them smiled back at me when I stared poignantly at the large bump in their crotch regions.
A friend of the lady I had befriended on the long flight over drove me into Jerusalem, where I spent my first night. Like omigod! I was actually finally in the City of my Dreams!!! I mean I was trying to be reverential (is that a word?) and everything, since I was actually at long last in the “Holy City,” but when my driver found me a room for the night at a Guest House, the only thing I could think of was the sexy Inn-Keeper’s 20 year old son who had let me in wearing nothing but his very skimpy underwear and a sleepy smile and taken me to my room... It was late when we’d pulled up and he had gotten out of bed to let me in. Damn he was cute!!! And I could see every INCH of his big fat “zein” (Hebrew word for cock) bulging in his little tight undies. And that muscular chest and hard body! Swooning here! I was half-hoping he’d join me in my room. Of course he didn’t, and I behaved myself like a civilized person should and just shook his hand and tried not to stare TOO hard at his delicious nipples and overly bulging crotch as I held onto his hand perhaps just a little longer than I should have. All the while trying to send him the mental message that my mind was screaming, “Come do me NOW! Stay the night with me! Tear off those stupid “barely-there” undies and take me you gorgeous freaking stud!” But, he just smiled at me a little… and I reluctantly let go of his big, warm, strong hand. After he left, I admonished myself for acting so slutty since I’d arrived to my destination - I had to control my thoughts! But shit, I couldn’t stop thinking of this gorgeous young Israeli, he was that damned scrumptious, and I couldn’t get to sleep until AFTER I’d jerked off... twice! Morning came all too quickly, and I was greeted by the older Innkeeper who was named Dani, as I recall, (can’t remember the son’s name, just his fantastically sexy body! For which I make absolutely no apologies...) It had been a long flight after all... Yeah, that was it!
Dani prepared a typical Middle Eastern breakfast for me, which consisted of boiled eggs, chopped tomatoes, cucumbers, sliced cheese with some bread and jam, and called to see what times my bus would be leaving and then took me and my bags to the bus station which was just a block or two away, pointing out where there had been a recent bombing, then I was off to the kibbutz that I had arranged in advance to stay at. Dani did extend a warm kind welcome to me to return to his Guest House any time I liked in future. I liked him. I could also see where the son had gotten his good looks, but I never did take him up on that. It was a pretty pricey overnight stay. But I wonder what might have happened if I had gone back... I kind of felt like the father was flirting with me a little bit. I’ve always fantasized about a father and son duo... Hmmm.
I was excited and just a little scared, as I took the long bus ride to the kibbutz. Everything seemed so strange to me. The land was much more rugged in appearance in the light of day than it had been at night. The bus driver was not good-looking but very kind as I recall. I also remember his radio playing this strange Middle Eastern music. The people sitting around me were all dressed and looking very differently than I was used to. I was definitely in another country – and loving every exhilarating moment of it! I did pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Nope, I was really there. I was surprised the jet-lag hadn’t kicked in. I should have been sleeping on the 70 kilometer bus ride, but was just too excited to be there. I had to stay awake and see EVERYTHING! I was feeling somewhat disappointed that I hadn’t spent more time in Jerusalem though. So it was with some regret that I journeyed towards my new home where I was to work, live and study.
All the while thinking to myself, what if I had grabbed hold of that young Inn Keeper’s cock??? He might have spent some time with me in my room. Ah well, I guess I’d never know. Damn he was cute! I had to mentally fight back down the erection he was giving me again, for the third time that morning!
Why was I acting like such a horny slut??? I admonished myself. I really needed to control myself, but it was as if a sexual tension quite literally permeated the air. Or maybe I WAS just a horny slut! Being in my early thirties, (but still looking like my early twenties), I had really begun to mature and not want to throw myself away so cheaply to every cute boy that hit on me. I had learned to appreciate being respected from the several long-term romances I had been in, but in my earliest twenties after I’d broken off with my first lover, and what with having all of those gorgeous latinos around me, I’m afraid I did go a little hog-wild for a couple years. Thankfully, I’d never caught any sexually transmitted diseases, but I guess I was a bit of a late bloomer, and had to experience the thrill of being young and wild for a time.
I had been Tommy’s lover for eight years, but then I had wanted to experience other ethnicities, which I finally did - I was curious what it would be like to be with a Black, Asian, South American, Russian, Arab, etc. - and I found out - but then I’d met my second Mexican lover, Arturo, and I settled down with he and his big fat “verga” (Mexican slang for penis) and we were together for a few years until he beat the dog-shit out of me and I ended up in the hospital. He was so damned jealous! He was also a body-builder and so incredibly strong. I was thin and weak, and no match for him. I just covered my face as he beat and kicked me so that he could not “destroy my pretty face” as he kept saying he wanted to do. They’d held me for a few days to make sure there was no internal bleeding. Arturo came to the hospital and cried and begged me to forgive him, but I was so angry that he would beat me when I had not cheated on him. I had loved him and had been faithful to him.
I saw Arturo a few more times and then vanished and moved away. I was too afraid of him after that. He would probably kill me the next time, so there very simply could not BE a next time... It really did take me five years to get over him though. I had loved him that completely. He had shown me what true love was, what it meant, how it felt... At least until it got so unrecognizably twisted and ugly. I did see him only once several years after that - he had married and I met he and his pregnant wife in Burbank, California. Of course my hair was really long, and I was thin and gorgeous when I met him - I felt so good about that! I had arranged the meeting with him after speaking with his cousin. I just had to know he was okay and all that, and see it with my own two eyes. This was of course during my not-completely-over-him-phase, but I saw that his little sweet wife adored him and had obviously been taking such good care of him - he had gotten a little fat - but he looked great! He told me how happy he was to see me and wanted me to have a barbecue with them at the beach sometime. I said I would but then never saw him again. I had satisfied that yearning feeling which allowed me to close that door for good and that chapter in my life was ended. It was liberating and I was overall very glad that I had done it, and part of me will always love him.
At the final stop before the kibbutz, I met up with a pretty 20-something, red-haired Canadian lady, named Carrie, who was also heading for the same kibbutz. It just so happened that SHE had left her crazed Albanian boyfriend back in Canada who had broken into her home after they’d broken up and put HER in the hospital. He refused to believe it was over. She had come to Israel to escape him. Of course I couldn’t tell her how much we actually had in common, since I had determined to compose myself and carry on in a more dignified and manly manner. I was just smart enough to have moved away and not let my former lover know where I had gone off to... Hello, if you’re afraid of someone, RUN! As fast as your legs will carry you and DON’T look back! Not til you’re safe. Ah well, we all have our life-lessons to live and learn.
The Kibbutz
Carrie and I had to take a taxi out to the kibbutz once we were finally dropped off in the Israeli town just several miles from our destination. In fact there was a Palestinian town just on the other side of the kibbutz we were told - and this kibbutz had once been a barrier and stronghold during the early years of the Israeli settlement in the 50’s and 60’s. Just an interesting tidbit of historical information for some of you.
Zahava, the old bitchy crone who was running the Work Study volunteer program at the kibbutz met me and checked me into my cabana room. My roomie had not yet arrived, but he was to be an American boy from Boston, I was told. Young people from all over the world would be arriving over the next several days. How exciting! Then I crashed for a few days. The jet lag finally hit me, and utterly kicked my ass! WOW!!! That was a special experience to say the least! I could get up for a few hours, and then I’d be back down for five or six. I was so glad I’d had the foresight to arrive four days early. Fortunately, I recovered in two.
My extremely cute roommate arrived my second day there. Todd. He was 19, dark hair and brown eyes, about 6 foot 4 and a runner with a very beautiful lean body that he didn’t mind showing off. That was fine, because I didn’t mind looking. I had talked myself into maintaining control, so I only commented on what a nice body he had when he came in from a run and stripped down right in front of me. He had a really pretty dick, but I didn’t want to make him paranoid by leaping on his manhood, and getting thrown out of the room or off the kibbutz, for that matter. He did smile and thank me for the compliment though. Looking back now, perhaps I did comport myself a little TOO business-like and matter-of-fact. Maybe he wouldn’t have minded having the best damn blowjob of his entire young life... Hmmm.
It was more like a camping experience than anything else on the kibbutz. Bathrooms outside our rooms, showers a little walk up the hill, communal dining room a little farther down. I was given two jobs - one in the dining room, bussing tables for breakfast and lunch, and then in the “kolbo” or market that they had right there on the kibbutz - playing stockboy. Boy was I out of shape after sitting on my ass at a desk in my office job for several years prior, but I began to tone up and drop some of that excess weight very rapidly. Plus they had a nice track that went round the entire kibbutz that I walked faithfully twice a day. All the while mesmerized with the notion that I was finally here in Israel at long last! I worked hard and earned the respect of the Israeli kolbo workers who were mostly suspicious of the young volunteers, thinking they were young, lazy and had only really come to party and screw all night. I overheard the head lady in the market say to her co-worker in her thick Israeli accent, “This one, I like!” I was very pleased by that...
The first Friday night, when all of the young volunteers had arrived from Germany, England, Austria, Denmark, South America, and just about every other country you can imagine, there was a dance. I soon discovered that the young Israeli hunks from the other kibbutzim all came out to check out the young hotties and to see who they might be able to hook up and score with. Fat chance! Hah! They were all as breath-taking as I remembered they were at the airport and in Jerusalem, these sexy young Israeli soldiers, but they didn’t get the ladies attention. I did! There is nothing like good music, flashing lights, and a faggot on a dance floor who knows how to shake his groove-thang and tear one up!!!
The delicious soldiers who were home from the army bases for the weekend, all sat huddled and glaring at me as I danced with every last one of those gorgeous hot young babes. I soon discovered that the soldiers - A) either didn’t know HOW to dance - B) were afraid to try - OR C) were just too full of themselves in their brooding sexiness thinking they were too cool to get up and strut their stuff. Get with it assholes! I thought to myself. Don’t hate, just get up and frigging dance! Hah! Little did they know that I was checking THEM out! Every chance I got!
Meanwhile, I had ALL the girls coming to me begging me to dance with them next! Look out, “Disco Inferno” is in the house and on the dance floor again! The girls were all smiling and talking with me and telling me how brilliant I was as a dancer and the Israeli boys just scowled at me all the more... Well, dammit, I would have danced with any number of them too, if they’d only gotten off their asses! But they were just too macho. Puh-leez!
Well, that did earn me quite a reputation that night. A good one for a change! (Ha Ha) The younger-than-me volunteers took to me quite nicely. I was glad for that. They just didn’t know I was nearly ten years older than most of them. They also liked the way I memorized all of their names and from what countries they were from. That also earned me brownie points.
Then there were the shower rooms... ahem. Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me??? Of course after sweating like a pig in the chow hall and kolbo I had to take advantage of the showers. I was still trying to behave myself, and doing quite well. It turns out that there were several Palestinians who came to work on the kibbutz from the small village next door. They also used the showers...
There was one in particular who had caught my eye. I never actually spoke to him, but saw him gardening and maintaining the rather beautiful grounds of the kibbutz. He had been in the shower room when I went in one day, and I couldn’t help but realize that he was hung like a horse and practically had a full-on ten-inch “woody” when he was getting out of the shower and drying off. Damn, he had a big “zoobie” (the Arab word for cock! This is also my favorite word for the phallic member, because it sounds so cute!) And he was extremely handsome. He looked up at me as I was ardently admiring his beautiful face, body and protruding member... Yum! He just exuded sexuality. Those smoldering dark eyes just took my breath away. He was so damned FINE! Of course I did nothing, but when he dressed and left, I had to stroke myself thinking about that body and the inviting way he had looked at me. If I knew then what I know now about Arab men, I would have been all OVER that zoobie!!! Yikes!
I intermittently spent my days admiring the hot Israeli men who worked on the kibbutz, and the young volunteer men, one utterly stunning one from Denmark in particular, and the three Palestinian men... but I maintained. I know I do go on about it, but it had been a few months since I’d had any action, and I know my guard began slipping a bit.
I took ventures into the Palestinian Village which had a nice bazaar and a wonderful bakery, and into the nearby Israeli City where they had a pizza joint and movie theater. I had also been given a key to the music room so I could go in and play the piano to my heart’s content. The young volunteers really loved it when I played for them. I even met a gay Israeli musician living on the kibbutz who befriended me, very sweet! (I purposely won’t put his name in this story, just in case. He trusted me not to betray his trust, and I won’t let him down.) I enjoyed my newfound friends very much, and had developed a distinctive sense of camaraderie with my fellow volunteers, but I grew more and more restless thinking about that city where I had spent my first night in Israel and had been so quickly deprived of exploring it in the light of day… I longed for Jerusalem... It was why I had come all this long distance to Israel. In retrospect, I think the sexual tension was eating me alive more than anything... That, and having to keep playing goodie two-shoes in front of everybody. I’m only human!
The Arab gardener and I had made eye contact in the shower rooms on several occasions now, and I was on my porch of my cabana playing my flute when he came strutting very slowly by, looking at me with those penetrating, smoldering, sensual eyes. All I would have had to do was stand up, open my door, and I KNOW he would have followed me into my room for a very hot, much needed romp, but two things stopped me, and that was that I had no idea how many eyes were watching me. I didn’t see anybody looking, but I never knew, since they would often come out to hear my flute echoing all over the beautiful lush grounds and I also didn’t know what these Israelis might think of my seducing their Arab gardener on their kibbutz property. Damn it! I sat there practically panting as he walked by watching me, with my heart beating so fast I thought it would burst! I was so weak in the knees from looking at him, I don’t know if I could have stood up anyway!!! Excuse me while I quiver just a moment while remembering him... It is a just tribute, I assure you...
Just the day before all three of the Arab boys had been in the shower room that worked there, and they were putting on quite the elaborate show for me toweling off their bodies and cocks. One of them said something in Arabic, which of course I didn’t understand, but translated by his actions, was something like, “Fuck it, if he wants to watch, I’ll give him a show!”, as he leapt up on one of the benches and really began drying his “zoobie” off with great gusto. I just smiled but never said a word, and I thought, what the hell, if he’s going to give me a show, I just have to watch! They were all three smiling and laughing and joking to themselves afterwards as they dressed. Of course I didn’t understand a damn word they said, but they seemed quite pleased with themselves. I was very amused, and I had great jack-off material for the next several days!
I don’t know what I was so damned uptight about anyway, since most of the volunteers seemed extremely open to sex - boy on boy - girl on girl - or boy on girl. Especially the Europeans. They could care less who was fucking who. As long as they were enjoying themselves and having a good time, who gave a shit!? There were two girls - one from England and the other from Germany who had hooked up and seemed to be really into one another - they kissed in front of us and held each others hands at the campfires late at night, and nobody gave a shit. So I still don’t know why I was playing it so cool.
Of course I had met this really cute Mexican named Carlos while picking up and delivering things for the kolbo and chow hall. He was also thirty-something. I really liked him, and his South American friend, Luis, could tell. Luis could never take his eyes off of me when I was around, and I do speak fluent Spanish, being from L.A. and all, so he had to be careful what he said in my presence, but his eyes said it all... I had set my sights on Carlos, thinking he was more mature, and more ready to keep his mouth shut if I did him. Of course I eventually saw Carlos naked in the shower room one day. There was a space behind the walls and shower stalls, so I reached around and touched his chest and held his hand a little. He asked me if I was okay. I told him yes then removed my hand. I think he was flattered and would have let me do something with him if I’d really pushed it, but I didn’t even reach for his cock. It just felt so good to touch his warm, slightly hairy chest and stroke his pretty brown nipples. Mmm... ahem.
After a couple of months had gone by, I had grown weary of being trapped on the kibbutz. I wanted to visit Jerusalem, and the volunteer head lady screeched at me that I didn’t have enough time in yet to take a long weekend off. I thought what the hell, am I imprisoned here??? Then I learned that I did not have to stay on the kibbutz if I didn’t want to. Until then I had no idea that I was actually free to travel and roam about Israel and stay wherever I wanted. I had signed into this program, and paid for it, but was told when I questioned that if I wasn’t happy there, I was free to leave. I just HAD to be in Jerusalem. I really loved some of my friends that I had made there at the kibbutz. Especially my Israeli musician friend who admitted to me that he was gay and was getting over a broken heart from his previous lover. It turns out that there was quite a gay scene happening in Tel Aviv that I had no idea about until then. He and my friend Yoel were the only ones that I admitted anything to regarding my sexuality. They were the only ones I felt I could really trust not to run their mouths.
So I left over the weekend and went to Jerusalem to see if I could get a job at a little guest house that a friend had told me about. Zahava told me I could return to the program if I didn’t find anything, so I went, and sure enough the woman running the guesthouse DID need help with cleaning in the mornings. I just had to change sheets, sweep and mop and help behind the desk occasionally for several hours each morning, and my room and board would be provided for me. And it was just half a block from the Damascus Gate which led into the Old City. Excellent!
I hopped on the bus and went back to the kibbutz to collect my things and told everyone that I would be leaving the program the next morning. They threw me a little going away party, and I was invited to another openly gay Israeli soldier’s room on the kibbutz. I had been there a few times and Dennis had openly asked me if I were gay, showing me some sexy magazines he had. He is also the one who confided to me that Arab men just LOVE pretty boys. He was half Dutch and Israeli. He also had the biggest mouth on the kibbutz and I had tried to behave myself and protect my reputation. He pulled his cock out of his pants and I admired it. He wasn’t circumcised I noted, and he said that his father was Jewish but didn’t believe in circumcision. His foreskin was only symbolically nicked so he could bleed a little. He grabbed my hand and set it on his “zein”. I squeezed it and stroked it. It felt so good in my hand. He was really very stunning, but I also knew he was a great big whore who had an even bigger mouth about his sexual conquests. I did allow him to kiss and hug me a little, but we did nothing else. I went back to my room and slept.
The next morning I went to several of my closer friends and said my goodbyes. Hugging people and giving them the address of the guest house where I’d be working so they could come and visit me there. A good number of them did so later on I’m happy to say. Of course I thought of my smoldering gorgeous Arab gardener whom I admired and lusted after from afar and how I would be leaving him behind, but I had no regrets. I’d have to make new alliances and adventures in Jerusalem.
Dennis, the gay Israeli soldier did come out and call a taxi for me and wait with me hugging me very tenderly and kissing me again I recall, when it was time for me to leave. That was nice. I know he was a big slut, but was still flattered by his attention. He was terribly handsome, and quite a wonderful kisser!
The Arab taxi drivers were notorious I soon discovered for flirting with their fares, be they male or female, and mine did not fail me as he took me back to my bus for the long ride back to my Golden City. He spoke fluent english and flirted with me and then got a boner, and took hold of my hand and placed it on his “zoobie”. I was amused, but politely declined his offer and withdrew my hand. He was so very ugly...
Jerusalem
Jerusalem is divided into two parts, the New City which is modern and clean, and the Old City which is surrounded by large stone walls. When I got back into the city, I had to take a “sheroot” or taxi back to the guesthouse where I would be staying and working. I was very excited as we wound around the Old City to collect fares, until my very short Palestinian driver just about got pulverized by this large 7 foot Hasidic Jew who could not believe the driver was asking for so much money for such a short ride into the new city. They got into a rather heated, very loud debate, and the 5 foot two Arab got out of the cab and squared off as this humongous bearded Israeli got out, his payos or side-locks were shaking he was so furious at being kicked out of the cab. I noticed then how the short driver’s face came just to this giant’s crotch, and thought that it could have been a match made in Heaven. If only they could have gotten along, they could have become very CLOSE friends, if you know what I mean. Winkie, winkie, wink, wink, wink!
It was obvious to me that the Jewish man simply didn’t have the fare that was being demanded, so I quickly pulled out a hundred shekel note and thrust it into the driver’s hand saying that this was for BOTH our fares - thus avoiding the potential blood-shed that was about to erupt. The Hasid never once said “toda raba” or thank you, but finally did look at me when I got out at my stop and at least acknowledged my existence by nodding his head in my direction. So that was something, at least. Sigh. Thus began my life in the “Holy City”...
I went to work right away the next day, earning my keep, and Dora, the American lady running the hostel, appeared to be very kind and fairly normal - for at least my first couple of weeks. She was fairly rotund, and red-haired, and whatever looks she might have one day had were obviously fading. She was also fanatically religious to the point of extreme. At first we got along splendidly, but then her crazed need to boss a drone around became all too evident, but I bit my tongue and swallowed my pride for I needed this job too much! It was rather torturous sometimes dealing with her very bizarre mood-swings. I could usually calm her down though.
After my first day of work, when I was finished with my duties of changing sheets and mopping up, Dora suggested that I take a ride into Bethlehem and see the place where Jesus was supposed to have been born. Okay, so I would take a little religious pilgrimage and see some of the touristy sights. That should be fun. Just the thought of entering Bethlehem gave me goose-bumps! I’d sang so many Christmas Carols about it growing up. And after all, who doesn’t like receiving presents???
Finding a willing cab driver to take me into this fabled town wasn’t hard I found, as several men began vying for my patronage. The one who seemed the coolest (and cutest) won out, of course. I had been talking to him originally anyway and he seemed very friendly. He asked me to sit in the front seat with him and told me it would be two hundred shekels to go into Bethlehem. That was about $40 US dollars. I just had no idea how far Bethlehem was then, and must have had RICH DUMB AMERICAN TOURIST tattooed across my forehead in big block letters! The cab-driver said that would cover the cost for as long as I wanted to stay there and that he would stay with me the entire time and look after me. So it seemed fair to me. Plus I liked the thought of this big strong handsome man taking care of me for the day.
Of course Dora had not given me any other information about getting into Bethlehem than that. So I was a sitting duck with a great big target on my ass, evidently. For I later found out I could have taken a sheroot into Bethlehem, for the grand sum of 8 shekels, or 2 US dollars. For it was only like several miles or so from the center of Jerusalem. Bitch!
The cabbie was named Mohammed, and he became very friendly really fast on the ride over. As I stated previously, he had me sit in the front seat with him, and started making references to sexual things right away, and then asked me point blank if I liked men or women. I admitted that I liked men, and he took hold of my hand and placed it on his cock, telling me he thought so. I was TRYING to take a religious pilgrimage, but it turned into a zoobie-stroking fest the entire way into Bethlehem. Not that I was complaining. He was so damned adorable, and I was REALLY horny by now and I didn’t have any kibbutzniks watching my every move. I even kissed his cheek a few times. Then before I knew it we were at the check-point, and he told me to have my passport ready and not to be afraid of the Israeli soldiers and their guns. I didn’t feel afraid at all. They were all so cute! Then we were through the checkpoint and riding into “Beit Lechem” or “House of Bread” when transliterated from the Hebrew I was told.
I had heard that Israel had given over Bethlehem to the Palestinian Authority a few months before I’d gone over, the Israelis wanting to distance themselves from all things Christian it seemed to me. I always thought that was incredibly stupid on their part, they didn’t like Christians, but they sure loved their US dollars, and so they just GAVE AWAY a wonderful historic attraction that brings in hundreds of thousands of tourists all year long! This made no sense to me.
Mohammed didn’t take me directly to the Church of the Nativity where Jesus was supposed to have been born, but stopped at a gift shop, where I’m sure now he had set up in advance and would receive a kick-back for every dollar he brought into them. The man running the shop was named Hani, and he was even cuter than my driver Mohammed! I did allow him to sell me a pretty silver bauble. What the hell, I might as well have some sort of momento to remember this day by! Then Hani informed me that HE would be taking me to the Church of the Nativity himself. I looked at Mohammed and he assured me it was okay, that this was a good friend of his, and I’d be in good hands. So I went outside with him and got into his car.
Hani’s car had a stick shift, so his arm kept “brushing” against mine each time he would shift. I could feel his sinewy muscular arms when he would do that and commented on how muscular his arms were. He let me feel his muscles and chest. Talk about a hard body! Phew! He had large hands and I told him he must have a large dick too, he told me he was just 15 centimeters though, and I calculated that later to discover that it was only 6 inches. Average. Of course he took my hand and set it on his zoobie too and I got to stroke HIS manhood all the way to the Church of the Nativity. He did bend over and kiss me on the lips a couple of times, which I found very thrilling. I wanted to rip his damned clothes off, but he told me we had to be careful. Shit! He said he’d come visit me later at the hotel, but that wasn’t good since Dora the Religious Doorkeeper was ever vigilantly on guard. Then he took me to my destination, and there I was, marching down the stone steps to the supposed place that was so gawdily and ostentatiously overdone with a great big star marking “the actual spot” where Jesus was purported to have been born. I felt strangely moved as I stood there for a few moments. When I got back out of the church, Hani and his hard-on were waiting for me in his car, and I stroked and squeezed him all the way back to his shop. He told Mohammed to take very good care of me the rest of the way back home, for I was very precious cargo. That was sweet. Or was I just being flattered by a couple of gigolos... Either way, I have to admit I did feel a little whorish after playing with both of these guys’ zoobies during our rides that day. Ah well, I had some really good jack-off material to think about when I got back to my hotel! I took a good long shower to relieve myself...
A few days later, I met Adam...
Paradise
I had gone into the Old City to get something or other for Dora. When I returned to the Guest House, there he was, sitting and speaking and sipping tea with her. She introduced us, and my heart skipped a beat or two. This Palestinian hottie was so devastatingly handsome I could hardly breathe, and his eyes followed me everywhere I moved. I could “feel” them on me. Everytime I looked up they were on me. He had these large, brown, all-seeing eyes that just ripped open every cover and saw ME... all the way down to the central core of my being. I shook his large hand and sat down next to him on the couch in the sitting room. His smile was voluminous, I felt myself trembling, and I was in love!
Adam was a perfume and cosmetics salesman and had brought Dora some perfume that he’d had to jump through hoops to find for her. He stayed a while and talked and then had to be going, DAMMIT, but he took hold of my hand and assured me that he would come back to visit me. His touch and his eyes held so much promise. I didn’t want to let go of his hand, but I had to play it all so cool in front of the very fanatical Dora. She had told me how she had detested one of her brothers who was gay. If she’d only known!
Several days later, I ran into Adam again out in the square that surrounded my hotel. He motioned me over and took my hand as we sat down on a bench and talked and told me some things about himself. I invited him in and Dora was glad I was back because she had wanted to go shopping in the Old City, and would be gone for a few hours, would I mind watching the front desk? Would I mind? Hell no, I wouldn’t mind. Hurry and get the hell out, I was thinking, I wanted to TALK with this man. Alone!!!
She left, and I sat back down with him, and he took my hand in his. We talked a little about our mutual attraction. He told me he couldn’t stop thinking about me, and about my eyes especially, and had hoped to see me in the square that day. Of course I was swooning then. I moved in closer so our bodies could touch a little more. I could smell his cologne and that he was so clean. I just drank in his long-awaited presence. It had been three whole days since I had seen him last, after all!
I discovered that his name was actually “Naeem,” which meant “paradise,” but he had selected an American name for himself that he liked. His thinking was VERY western-oriented. So I called him Adam, but to me he WAS paradise! I remember kissing his hand, and his cheek, and laying my head on his shoulder a little bit. That was utter heaven! I did feel his zoobie through his clothes, but he wouldn’t let me go any further than that. In fact, it would take several more weeks of knowing him before he would give up the goods. He was playing hard to get and he had my undivided attention. I love a challenge! The hunt was on!
True to his word, Adam came and took me to dinner a few times a week, and walked me around Jerusalem. I felt so wonderful being with him. I told him I was falling in love with him, and he admitted that he was having feelings for me, but wasn’t sure how far he wanted things to go between us. He was, it turned out, married, but separated from his American wife, and that they would most likely be getting divorced. She was back in America. Her frigging loss, I thought, and moved in for the kill. Figuratively speaking, of course!
Adam finally spent the night a few weeks later at the guest house, and when Dora and the other guests went to sleep, he finally let me take off his clothes in the dark, and he kissed me fully on the lips and we stroked each other off into orgasmic bliss... His big warm hands felt so completely marvelous touching me down there. After he “finished” as he called it, he kissed me and told me he loved me, and I was in utter heaven! He wouldn’t let me do anything other than that that first night, but it was enough. I couldn’t stop kissing him until we fell asleep.
The Al Hamam or Turkish Bath
Even though Americans really weren’t supposed to travel into the West Bank, Adam wanted to take me to the Al Hamam or Turkish Bath in Nazaria in the Gaza Strip. That was an experience. We got onto a sheroot, or small bus, loaded with Palestinians, and my distress must have been very evident on my face, without my having to speak a word. On the news I always saw them lobbing stones and blowing things up. I was trembling, and my heart was beating so fast. Adam just looked at me and told me to relax, that I was with him, and had nothing to be afraid of. I knew that he must be right, and I DID feel safe with him escorting me, and HE was a Palestinian after all! And I loved him... I calmed down after a few minutes as he held my hand, squeezing it to reassure me that all was well.
Later, after we entered Ramallah, we had to change into a smaller stretch taxi for the rest of the journey into Nazaria. What a nightmare! There were no stop signs, no traffic lights, and the town looked like Los Angeles did to me AFTER the Rodney King riots! Trash was piled everywhere, and we passed a dead donkey by the side of the road. It was reminiscent of Tijuana in some regards. I was feeling a bit nervous again, so I laid my head on Adam’s shoulder and then felt so comforted by his warmth and strength, so much so that I fell asleep and rested there almost the entire way. He protested at first that I shouldn’t do that, worried what others might think, but then wrapped his arm about my shoulder and held me close when he felt me trembling. Nobody said a word. I was so grateful for that.
This part of the trip took a bit longer, but when we arrived, we began looking immediately for the Turkish Bath. I had heard of them and wanted to experience one for myself. Utterly ignoring my request, Adam told EVERYONE we met that I was “Ameriki” or American, and to my surprise, they all said, “Marhaba!” or “Welcome!” to me and shook my hand and kissed my cheeks... (I really do LOVE that Middle Eastern custom! It availed me the opportunity of kissing many cute men!) I was surprised that they had been so warm and friendly towards me. I discovered that they don’t hate all Americans, just those making bad policies that affected them adversely. Of course I got to hear Bill Clinton’s and Monica Lewinsky’s names repeated over and over again that day. Even if they could not speak a word of English, they knew of our infamous former president and his sexual goings-on with Monica... Oh brother! Talk about embarrassing! But in a way, he was a big hero to them all! He’d gotten his dick sucked! So he was the most famous and greatly admired man over there. They all envied him and the things the pretty young intern did to his zoobie!
We finally wound our way up through the bazaar there in Nazaria and came across the Al Hamam. It was a most wonderful experience, seeing so many gorgeous young men practically naked with just a portion of barely-there sheet covering them, and I got the royal treatment. A massage, body scrub and several hours of the toasty warmth of the floor of the bathhouse, and I was in heaven! I also got to see many young hot men jerking off and wanting me to join them in the side rooms which I politely declined, but it was still great fun to look!. Adam left me alone for a few minutes to get us a cool drink, when another young man named Ahmed came in and laid down beside me and began speaking with me in perfect English. Very soon he reached over and kissed me and stroked my cock and put my hand on his. He then sat up on his knees and brought his cock close to my face and jerked off over me and shot his load on the floor next to me. He had such a pretty fat zoobie! It all happened so fast, I was kind of surprised, but then Adam came back in and I was relieved to see him. I never told him of the encounter with the other guy. I joined him in one of the curtained side rooms and bathed him. It was the first time I got to see him fully naked in the light and also the first time I got to suck on his zoobie! He was shocked when I went down on him, as I was pouring the warm water all over his thighs, and asked me to stop. He was afraid someone would see us. I couldn’t have cared less. Neither would the young horny men who had come to the Al Hamam! I did respect his wishes, however, but there was nobody to be concerned with when we retired to the hotel for the night. I stripped his clothes off slowly and seduced him with my lips and tongue, and he was all mine. He was so tender and held me in his strong arms all night long... It was magical.
A Familiar Face
My friend Yoel showed up in Jerusalem several days later from the Kibbutz, apparently having had it with the bitchy Zahava’s ranting and ravings, and I was so happy to see him! He was a strapping mormon boy from the midwest states and he was incredibly intelligent and could read Hebrew and any other number of ancient dead languages like you or I could read a comic book! Utterly brilliant! He was a big man, about six foot two and big as an oak, and somewhat protective over me while we were on the kibbutz. He was like a big brother to me (even though he was a little younger) and I always felt safe when he was around me.
I had just had a not-so-nice encounter with a young Palestinian shopkeeper two days prior, who had invited me into his shop, offered me tea or “chai” and was so sweet with me, until he told me that he wanted money from me to have sex with him. I asked, “If I’m going to suck your dick, shouldn’t you be paying ME???” He got really angry then and threw me out of his shop, shouting what I was sure were Arab obscenities at me, and I was very frightened walking the distance out of the old city, passing a fist-fight in the narrow passageway, wondering if I was going to get a knife in the back or something the entire way. I had never been frightened there before, and I went to my room and shook and cried just a little. I was hurt by the incident as well. I’d done nothing to invite his sexual advances or his nastiness. I was very careful thereafter about accepting an invitation to have tea in a shop!
I did read in one of the Guides that if you ever denied these hustler’s services that they could turn ugly. The Guide did not lie about that I discovered! I learned that day that most of the young men in the Old City were “For Sale” as were most of the Cab Drivers. My advice afterwards to some of the men and women who told me of their coming on to them, was to be flattered, because they ARE beautiful, but not TOO flattered, because they wanted to have sex with them, and they wanted to be paid to have sex with them. I also thought about that and would not judge or condemn them too harshly, because if I lived on such a fringe of devastating poverty, and all I had was my young beautiful body and hard cock, I might have ended up selling myself too. Especially, since it was the only sex most young Arab men COULD have. If they got caught touching a young Arab virgin, they’d be killed, and they knew it. It took between $40-60,000 to buy a virgin bride, and most of them would never see that much money at once in their lifetimes. So most of them acquired a male lover, and took care of business in the best and only way they knew how. Of course, being gay, this seemed very natural to me.
I’d told Yoel a little about my past when we walked and talked together at the kibbutz, and so I told my “big brother” about the shopkeeper who turned so nasty when I told him I didn’t want sex with him or to pay him for the privilege. Of course Yoel insisted I walk with him into the old city and tricked me and took me RIGHT PAST his shop a few days later, and I just looked at him like he was crazy. I nearly fainted when I was face-to-face with the little creep who’d threatened me! Yoel told me to calm down though, for he wanted him to see him with me, so he would know that he couldn’t mess with me like that again, or he’d have Yoel to contend with. He really was big and strong as an ox! I was extremely upset with him at first, but then appreciated it after that. For I’d been too afraid to venture back into the Old City up ‘til then. I loved Yoel so much for that. He really was a great friend to me.
I also discovered that another shopkeeper that I’d walked around the city with on an impromptu tour had found out what that jerk had done, and embarrassed him in front of many others, including slapping him across the face, because he’d liked me, so I had nothing to fear... I was greatly relieved.
Apparently right after I’d left the kibbutz, Yoel told me, that Dennis, the gay Israeli soldier who’d kissed me and tried to get me to do more with him, ran around the kibbutz telling them all I’d done a lot more than I did with him. I KNEW he was an untrustworthy butt-wipe! Yoel asked me if I did, and I told him if I were going to fag-off with someone, I would not have chosen the biggest mouth on the kibbutz to do it with. Yoel said that nobody had believed the soldier anyway, including Zahava! I was very glad for my discretion then. For it seemed worth it. I didn’t want them to all think poorly of me.
I ended up introducing Adam and Yoel and they too became good friends. Yoel knew there was something going on between us, especially when Adam came back to spend the night, and I was sitting on his bed in the dorm room the next morning and Adam had his legs up due to his hard-on that I was stroking under his sheets. God what delicious soft skin he had, I was thinking, as I caressed his chest and then back down to his zoobie again. Yoel got up and went to take a LONG shower. I like to think he was jerking off thinking about what we might be doing out there. It was also the first time that Adam allowed me to place his zoobie in my mouth without a condom and take him over the much-needed edge. Once I started though, he never wanted me to stop! I’d perfected the fine art of cock-sucking some time before with my previous lovers, and I took him to Heaven and back and made him VERY glad that he was there...
I was so deliriously happy then, for I was studying at the College, living in the Eternal City, and had a drop-dead gorgeous, romantic, loving boyfriend. When I say this, there is no exaggeration, for whenever we would walk together in the city, women tourist’s mouths would quite literally drop open when they saw Adam (Naeem), and they would stop and turn and stare with their mouths gaping. He was THAT beautiful, confident, sexy and masculine... just exuding charm and sensuality. I felt quite lucky to be with him. I had dated several male models and even a Chippendale dancer for about a year in L.A., but I’d broken it off with all of them, because they treated me so badly. I know I must look into the heart and soul of a man, and beyond their looks, but if I’m going down on a man, he’d better be attractive to me... it just goes without saying.
Shortly after this, though, Adam began having a small problem with what we were doing. I couldn’t understand that at all. I loved him. I was completely, utterly, head over heels in love with him, but I told him I would back off if that was what he’d truly wanted. I loved him that much. He said he had never felt this way for another man, and felt confused by this and needed time to think. So I gave him his space...
Several weeks went by and no Adam. I was hurting, but decided to see someone else if it should arise. Adam was not the only zoobie or zein in Jerusalem, I reminded myself. I had plenty of offers but kept ignoring them though. Yoel understood what I was going through. He was somewhat homophobic, but he really liked me for some reason. He took me to the Museums and to see the Dead Sea Scrolls and to the Holocaust Memorial to get my mind off Adam - my Naeem - my Paradise...
Dora even wondered why I was moping about so much, but I could never tell her. I would have been thrown out in the cold in two seconds if I had!
The Arab Doctor
Mohammed showed up shortly after that, and he was very sweet to me. He was a medical doctor in his early forties who was traveling about and I felt drawn to his obvious intelligence. Yoel was out of the dorm one day, and he took a shower and then came out and dropped his towel across the room from me. What a phenomenal body! Beautiful chest, muscles and abs of steel! Oh… and he had a large, long zoobie dangling between his legs. Yum! I told him it was beautiful, and he asked me if I wanted it. I hadn’t seen or heard from Adam for almost a month. I just looked at him and nodded my head yes. I had a big mouthful of delicious nine inch zoobie before I knew what had hit me! It wasn’t Adam but I was comforted somewhat. I used him as a pacifier of sorts to both soothe my oral fixation and heal my hurting heart. I think I also wore him out since I sucked him off three or four times a day after that. Of course we ended up doing the whole shebang several times, and he was not a selfish lover, making sure I got off also.
Adam came by about a week later, and saw us out walking together. He became very jealous. I reminded him that he had told me he didn’t think we could continue on the way we were. He’d disappeared and I didn’t think I was going to see him again. He had hurt me terribly and I liked Mo as he liked to be called. He didn’t seem to have a problem with what we were doing and seemed to know what he wanted.
His answer was to stay at the Guest House for several nights. I felt nothing for Mohammed as I did for Naeem. I liked him, and we’d had a little fun, but I absolutely ADORED Adam. Mo left a few days later, for more travel, and I was somewhat relieved. I never saw him after that. It was also the impetus that brought Adam back to me. He had missed me. He said he could not live without my mouth on his zoobie and that he loved me and wanted me in his life. We never spoke of Mohammed again and I quickly forgot about him.
The Army Base
I was offered a job shortly thereafter working in the PX just outside the gates of an Israeli Army Base. I made sandwiches and sold sodas and cigarettes to the pretty young soldiers. Adam didn’t like my going, but Dora had begun to show a seriously warped, twisted, crazy side and became more and more confrontational. It seemed like she hated everyone and I had no idea what on earth she was doing in Jerusalem of all places! Besides, the money being offered was so much better than I was making at the Guest House, so I accepted it. We agreed to meet on the weekends and I had a number where to reach him where he was staying in Tel Aviv, but discovered after a few weeks that he had left there and lost touch with him. Almost another month went by, and I took my first venture into Tel Aviv by myself for the weekend. I thought maybe I might be able to run into Adam there by some miracle. I had the taxi drop me off at the row of Youth Hostels there on the main street. I really liked Tel Aviv. It reminded me so much of Santa Monica in California, and I had always loved it there! I felt really nervous, knowing noone there. I nearly checked into “Mimi’s Hostel” but then spotted “Noah’s” and thought of Noah’s Ark and felt that I would be safe there. I walked up the steps to check it out.
The Israeli soldiers at the base where I was working were truly cute, and several of them had even quietly slipped me their numbers, hoping to see me off the base somewhere. One in particular, Roey, had told me he wanted to go out with me, and I was supposed to call him when I got to Tel Aviv. That was my plan for that very evening, and what was at the back of my mind, when I felt a tap on my shoulder at the front desk as I was checking in. I turned around, somewhat startled, and nearly fainted when Adam’s face was mere inches from my own. I let out a shout, and hugged him and trembled slightly in his arms, I was nearly in tears at seeing him again. I thought I had lost him again for good! I found out he was staying there, and told the handsome young manager to move his things into my room, that he would be staying with me during my stay there... I think I embarrassed Adam a little, but he recovered and offered no resistance.
Of all places for me to go into! It seemed like the only real choice for me, and there was my Adam, at long last! Needless to say, I never did call poor cute Roey that night, or any other night thereafter. We had a most wonderful reunion in our room, and made love with one another for hours, with my Paradise Man caressing and kissing me repeatedly... I still get all tingly just thinking about it. He finally got my number to my work phone on the base, and called me faithfully every night to tell me that he loved me and to wish me a good night. Of course he also was nervous that I was doing something with the young gorgeous Israeli’s on the army base, but that was impossible, as they weren’t allowed outside their fences after certain hours, and I slept all alone each and every night in my little apartment there. I never told him that I almost dated Roey. Or that I could hardly help but notice that the soldiers were to-die-for-gorgeous. Because I didn’t want to worry him, so I left well enough alone. So each and every weekend thereafter, I met with my sweet, precious Adam in either Tel Aviv or Jerusalem, and it was like having a honeymoon all over again on each and every weekend!
Somewhere in the interim, I had been allowed to read several letters from Adam’s estranged wife. God what a horrible woman! She wrote the nastiest letters I’d ever read about how worthless and lazy he was. Even though there was a time when he’d been picked up by the police, just for being in Tel Aviv, and they had beaten him and cracked his ribs. I knew because I helped wrap his tender ribs up and had given him pain medication and taken care of him. I had been so angered by that! Palestinians, I learned, were only allowed in certain areas of Israel, and anybody from the West Bank was NOT supposed to be in Tel Aviv! He’d just gone there for work! I was so very angry when I read her vile letter, that I asked him if I could answer her back, and when he said yes, I let this wicked witch have it right between the eyes. He copied verbatim what I had written to her in his own handwriting, including the accounting of his beating. Big mistake! The hag wrote back telling him that she was coming back to Israel... I had that to dread for the next several months.
After six months had passed, I grew weary once more of being so far away from my Yerushalaim, and from my Adam out in the middle of the Negev Desert. So I went back to the Guest House to get my job back. Another person was now the manager, and the Psychotic Dora was no more and long gone ~ Good riddance you nasty shrew! The new manager was an Egyptian named Mussa - the Arab name for Moses. He was even more demented and vile than Dora had been and had chased her away, after calling her an old cow with dried up tits! He convinced the owners that she had been driving away customers with her religious craziness and this had in effect lost them a great deal of money. He was right, I knew, but Mussa was just as crazy as Dora, but he did give me a job and a private apartment behind the Guest House. I just had to work more hours to make up for my room than I had before. No problem.
I had seen Adam one last time at my hotel room in Jerusalem. Just before I quit working at the Army Base. This was when he appeared wearing his wedding band and necklace with HER name on it and I was so offended. He asked me where our pictures were and when I got them out for him, he grabbed me and held me down while he ripped up most of our pictures together, at least the ones he could find. I had tried in vain to stop him, but he was so very much stronger than me. Gone in an instant were the pictures commemorating my first bouquet of roses that he had gotten for me. Us in our matching t-shirts. Dining together in Jerusalem. On the gorgeous white sandy beach in Tel Aviv. The forbidden pictures of his naked body that he’d very nearly busted my camera over that I’d taken of him. He was intending to go back to his rich American wife, and leave me crying in the dust...
When she arrived, I actually saw them go strolling by one day in the New City of Jerusalem and she truly was beautiful as a young Elizabeth Taylor. My heart was already destroyed. I didn’t think I could be hurt anymore. I had gone into the mountains around Jerusalem myself and burned the last remaining little photo book of him that I had, and wailed and howled from the pain this induced. It was so final. If he was afraid that I would show his pictures to his wife, I was going to remove all doubt that I would or could ever be so cruel or evil. I had told him I could never intentionally harm him in such a devious way, it just wasn’t in my nature to do something like this, and if he didn’t know me better than this by now, then he had never known me or felt my love for him. For it was realer, deeper, more intense than anything I had ever experienced. I didn’t know how I would be able to go on without him...
Several weeks after I’d gotten my old job back, Adam found out where I was and came to see me at the Guest House. I refused to go to the front door and meet with him, but the Manager told me he looked so miserable, wouldn’t I please go out and talk to him. So I finally agreed to see him. He was terribly unhappy with his wife he blurted out. She was treating him worse than ever... and how could he ever live without my mouth on his zoobie??? He looked so distraught... I almost fell at his feet to wrap my arms about his waist and hold him close to me, but by some miraculous cache of unknown inner strength, I somehow managed to withstand the urge. Instead I told him that he should have thought of that before he knocked me to the ground, and destroyed the pictures of our romantic memories together. It was all I had left! I also informed him that he had made his choice and he would have to live with that. He begged me to take him back, but I just felt so numb I couldn’t. He had chosen this horrible woman over me who treated him so terribly. He had rejected my love for someone who treated him like dirt. He asked me one more time if I would take him back, and I cried so hard I thought I would pass out. He took me in his arms and told me how sorry he was. I asked him to please leave and not come back to see me again. It was just too painful. I told him to go back to his wife. He had chosen her over me.
He looked like a dejected puppy dog and I thought I would die, but he finally accepted what I was saying and turned and left me standing there on the stoop. I ran to my room and wept inconsolably for several days. But I finally managed to pull myself together knowing that I had to carry on and show some self-respect if nothing else. I had to survive this destruction of my very being. How can one live without a heart, I’d wondered, for surely mine had been utterly destroyed???
Despite all of that, Adam will forever go down in history as one of the greatest loves of my life...
A Friendly Face Revisited
Yoel came back after traveling in Egypt and other far off exotic places. His time was coming to a close in the Middle East and he would soon be heading back to the States. I had needed him so desperately in that strange and desperate hour. His kindness and protective nature towards me helped mend my spirits in no time and we were going to the cafes and actually laughing once more, when I never thought I would again. Once more he took me around to see the historic sights and attractions. We toured the Dome of the Rock, the Walls of Jericho, the Dead Sea, and many other places I hadn’t yet been to. There truly is a great deal of antiquity and historicity to see in such a compact place as Israel. And Yoel’s gentle forbearance was very healing to my wounded heart and soul. He even took a picture of me and several other naked companions with mud smeared all over our bodies at the Dead Sea, but refused to disrobe himself.
I think if he had not been so homophobic, and so religious, he might have loved me... as something more than just a friend. At least I like to think of him that way. He passed away due to some strange health condition soon after he returned to the states. He’d told me that he was dying when I’d met him, and he wasn’t lying. I never got to speak with my beloved friend again... but I shall always love my dear, sweet, protective “big brother!”
More Slutty Adventures
I did date an extremely handsome 40-ish Israeli businessman named Uri for a short while after that, until I learned he was married. He had a huge fat ten inch zein, and he was handsome as hell, but I was over the married man crap! I’d learned my lesson, hard as it was, and dumped him.
I also really enjoyed meeting a batallion of UN Soldiers from Fiji who stayed at our Guest House on several occasions. They had all been stuck on the base guarding the border between Syria and Israel for six to ten month stretches, and they were all so very horny, and appreciative of the least bit of attention. I could tell instantly that they were completely mesmerized with me. “Well excuse me for being so devastatingly beautiful!” (My favorite Delta Burke line from Designing Women!) Of course I couldn’t do them ALL, as much as I could have... but I did do several of them one night when I was in a particularly slutty mood. I hadn’t planned it that way, but one convinced me to fool around with him in my room, and when we were through, his friend popped in the door before I knew what was happening, pulling his shirt off and revealing the most sexy muscular chest I’d ever seen, and he kissed me full on the lips. So I did him too. Then the one that I had REALLY admired, came to my room and made sweet love to me with that big ten inch dick of his... I felt a little bit bad about that later, but they had such pretty hard sexy black bodies and big delicious cocks. What else was a pretty boy to do??? They didn’t just forget about me either. I got to have a few of them on later occasions as well, I’m happy to report, as they’d returned for seconds. Please sir, can I have a little more??? Why certainly, you hot sexy hunk studs! Unlike Dora, Mussa couldn’t care less who I was having fun with!
Dora, I also discovered later, had conned some Arab man into marrying her, and he took her evil, demented fat ass to Cyprus, where a great many Israelis went for their honeymoon, and left her there to rot after just two weeks of her nagging! I guess the honeymoon was over with a quickness, and there is a reward for the wicked after all! She’d also caught holy hell upon exiting Israel after not renewing her visa for more than a year and a half! They had wanted to jail her but then relented, unfortunately! She finally got back to the states after selling herself most likely.
I ventured into the Arab country of Jordan after that where I lived and taught English for about six months in a small village and then came home to the culture shock of the States after nearly two years over there, so I’ll have to tell you another time of my deflowering several twenty-something year old virgin males over there in Jordan, but then that’s another entire chapter in My Somewhat & Oftentimes Slutty Adventures in the Middle East...
For over seven years I had planned to visit Jerusalem. Being a good little French-American boy, it just seemed like the right thing to do. To make my pilgrimage to the “Holy Land” and see for myself what all the fighting was about. On the news, Israel always looked like some desolate, barren land - so I couldn’t fully appreciate the rugged beauty of the land until I’d actually arrived there. Well, in all truthfulness, the “land” wasn’t exactly the first thing I noticed when I got there...
I was so excited getting off the plane after 14 hours of flight, PLUS an extensive 8-hour layover in Amsterdam, Holland, whose Medieval architecture I just loved! After the trolly lobbied us over to the actual airport in Tel Aviv, I was struck with the absolutely, positively, most drop-dead gorgeous soldiers standing around everywhere with their great big M-16’s hanging over their shoulders which seemed bigger than most of them were. They were all tall, thin, and model-material beautiful! Wow! Plus, with their darker olive-skinned beauty, I was reminded very much of the beautiful latinos I had grown up with in Los Angeles. I had always had a penchant for a “Sexy Mexy” - their dark hair, tan skin, and seductive brown eyes just send me. Mmm... Especially when they are holding a big fat brown hard-on in their hands and smiling at me... They had been my favorite flavor for years, and in my early 20’s, when men started realizing that I actually WAS beautiful, I had my pick of them living around my neighborhood.
My first lover, I’d met when we were both just 13, and after that first kiss, we were together for 8 years. He was half-mexican and half-white, hung like a stallion, built like a brick shit-house, and very cute. Yum! So I was extremely well-versed in appreciating the allure of a tall, dark, handsome male. But I digress...
So here I was in Tel Aviv around 9:30 at night, surrounded by these frigging gorgeous Israeli stud-muffins, just smiling my ass off! If they only knew what licentious, knee-weakening thoughts were going through my mind as I gazed seductively at them, they may have used those M-16’s on me! Or maybe not... A couple of them smiled back at me when I stared poignantly at the large bump in their crotch regions.
A friend of the lady I had befriended on the long flight over drove me into Jerusalem, where I spent my first night. Like omigod! I was actually finally in the City of my Dreams!!! I mean I was trying to be reverential (is that a word?) and everything, since I was actually at long last in the “Holy City,” but when my driver found me a room for the night at a Guest House, the only thing I could think of was the sexy Inn-Keeper’s 20 year old son who had let me in wearing nothing but his very skimpy underwear and a sleepy smile and taken me to my room... It was late when we’d pulled up and he had gotten out of bed to let me in. Damn he was cute!!! And I could see every INCH of his big fat “zein” (Hebrew word for cock) bulging in his little tight undies. And that muscular chest and hard body! Swooning here! I was half-hoping he’d join me in my room. Of course he didn’t, and I behaved myself like a civilized person should and just shook his hand and tried not to stare TOO hard at his delicious nipples and overly bulging crotch as I held onto his hand perhaps just a little longer than I should have. All the while trying to send him the mental message that my mind was screaming, “Come do me NOW! Stay the night with me! Tear off those stupid “barely-there” undies and take me you gorgeous freaking stud!” But, he just smiled at me a little… and I reluctantly let go of his big, warm, strong hand. After he left, I admonished myself for acting so slutty since I’d arrived to my destination - I had to control my thoughts! But shit, I couldn’t stop thinking of this gorgeous young Israeli, he was that damned scrumptious, and I couldn’t get to sleep until AFTER I’d jerked off... twice! Morning came all too quickly, and I was greeted by the older Innkeeper who was named Dani, as I recall, (can’t remember the son’s name, just his fantastically sexy body! For which I make absolutely no apologies...) It had been a long flight after all... Yeah, that was it!
Dani prepared a typical Middle Eastern breakfast for me, which consisted of boiled eggs, chopped tomatoes, cucumbers, sliced cheese with some bread and jam, and called to see what times my bus would be leaving and then took me and my bags to the bus station which was just a block or two away, pointing out where there had been a recent bombing, then I was off to the kibbutz that I had arranged in advance to stay at. Dani did extend a warm kind welcome to me to return to his Guest House any time I liked in future. I liked him. I could also see where the son had gotten his good looks, but I never did take him up on that. It was a pretty pricey overnight stay. But I wonder what might have happened if I had gone back... I kind of felt like the father was flirting with me a little bit. I’ve always fantasized about a father and son duo... Hmmm.
I was excited and just a little scared, as I took the long bus ride to the kibbutz. Everything seemed so strange to me. The land was much more rugged in appearance in the light of day than it had been at night. The bus driver was not good-looking but very kind as I recall. I also remember his radio playing this strange Middle Eastern music. The people sitting around me were all dressed and looking very differently than I was used to. I was definitely in another country – and loving every exhilarating moment of it! I did pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Nope, I was really there. I was surprised the jet-lag hadn’t kicked in. I should have been sleeping on the 70 kilometer bus ride, but was just too excited to be there. I had to stay awake and see EVERYTHING! I was feeling somewhat disappointed that I hadn’t spent more time in Jerusalem though. So it was with some regret that I journeyed towards my new home where I was to work, live and study.
All the while thinking to myself, what if I had grabbed hold of that young Inn Keeper’s cock??? He might have spent some time with me in my room. Ah well, I guess I’d never know. Damn he was cute! I had to mentally fight back down the erection he was giving me again, for the third time that morning!
Why was I acting like such a horny slut??? I admonished myself. I really needed to control myself, but it was as if a sexual tension quite literally permeated the air. Or maybe I WAS just a horny slut! Being in my early thirties, (but still looking like my early twenties), I had really begun to mature and not want to throw myself away so cheaply to every cute boy that hit on me. I had learned to appreciate being respected from the several long-term romances I had been in, but in my earliest twenties after I’d broken off with my first lover, and what with having all of those gorgeous latinos around me, I’m afraid I did go a little hog-wild for a couple years. Thankfully, I’d never caught any sexually transmitted diseases, but I guess I was a bit of a late bloomer, and had to experience the thrill of being young and wild for a time.
I had been Tommy’s lover for eight years, but then I had wanted to experience other ethnicities, which I finally did - I was curious what it would be like to be with a Black, Asian, South American, Russian, Arab, etc. - and I found out - but then I’d met my second Mexican lover, Arturo, and I settled down with he and his big fat “verga” (Mexican slang for penis) and we were together for a few years until he beat the dog-shit out of me and I ended up in the hospital. He was so damned jealous! He was also a body-builder and so incredibly strong. I was thin and weak, and no match for him. I just covered my face as he beat and kicked me so that he could not “destroy my pretty face” as he kept saying he wanted to do. They’d held me for a few days to make sure there was no internal bleeding. Arturo came to the hospital and cried and begged me to forgive him, but I was so angry that he would beat me when I had not cheated on him. I had loved him and had been faithful to him.
I saw Arturo a few more times and then vanished and moved away. I was too afraid of him after that. He would probably kill me the next time, so there very simply could not BE a next time... It really did take me five years to get over him though. I had loved him that completely. He had shown me what true love was, what it meant, how it felt... At least until it got so unrecognizably twisted and ugly. I did see him only once several years after that - he had married and I met he and his pregnant wife in Burbank, California. Of course my hair was really long, and I was thin and gorgeous when I met him - I felt so good about that! I had arranged the meeting with him after speaking with his cousin. I just had to know he was okay and all that, and see it with my own two eyes. This was of course during my not-completely-over-him-phase, but I saw that his little sweet wife adored him and had obviously been taking such good care of him - he had gotten a little fat - but he looked great! He told me how happy he was to see me and wanted me to have a barbecue with them at the beach sometime. I said I would but then never saw him again. I had satisfied that yearning feeling which allowed me to close that door for good and that chapter in my life was ended. It was liberating and I was overall very glad that I had done it, and part of me will always love him.
At the final stop before the kibbutz, I met up with a pretty 20-something, red-haired Canadian lady, named Carrie, who was also heading for the same kibbutz. It just so happened that SHE had left her crazed Albanian boyfriend back in Canada who had broken into her home after they’d broken up and put HER in the hospital. He refused to believe it was over. She had come to Israel to escape him. Of course I couldn’t tell her how much we actually had in common, since I had determined to compose myself and carry on in a more dignified and manly manner. I was just smart enough to have moved away and not let my former lover know where I had gone off to... Hello, if you’re afraid of someone, RUN! As fast as your legs will carry you and DON’T look back! Not til you’re safe. Ah well, we all have our life-lessons to live and learn.
The Kibbutz
Carrie and I had to take a taxi out to the kibbutz once we were finally dropped off in the Israeli town just several miles from our destination. In fact there was a Palestinian town just on the other side of the kibbutz we were told - and this kibbutz had once been a barrier and stronghold during the early years of the Israeli settlement in the 50’s and 60’s. Just an interesting tidbit of historical information for some of you.
Zahava, the old bitchy crone who was running the Work Study volunteer program at the kibbutz met me and checked me into my cabana room. My roomie had not yet arrived, but he was to be an American boy from Boston, I was told. Young people from all over the world would be arriving over the next several days. How exciting! Then I crashed for a few days. The jet lag finally hit me, and utterly kicked my ass! WOW!!! That was a special experience to say the least! I could get up for a few hours, and then I’d be back down for five or six. I was so glad I’d had the foresight to arrive four days early. Fortunately, I recovered in two.
My extremely cute roommate arrived my second day there. Todd. He was 19, dark hair and brown eyes, about 6 foot 4 and a runner with a very beautiful lean body that he didn’t mind showing off. That was fine, because I didn’t mind looking. I had talked myself into maintaining control, so I only commented on what a nice body he had when he came in from a run and stripped down right in front of me. He had a really pretty dick, but I didn’t want to make him paranoid by leaping on his manhood, and getting thrown out of the room or off the kibbutz, for that matter. He did smile and thank me for the compliment though. Looking back now, perhaps I did comport myself a little TOO business-like and matter-of-fact. Maybe he wouldn’t have minded having the best damn blowjob of his entire young life... Hmmm.
It was more like a camping experience than anything else on the kibbutz. Bathrooms outside our rooms, showers a little walk up the hill, communal dining room a little farther down. I was given two jobs - one in the dining room, bussing tables for breakfast and lunch, and then in the “kolbo” or market that they had right there on the kibbutz - playing stockboy. Boy was I out of shape after sitting on my ass at a desk in my office job for several years prior, but I began to tone up and drop some of that excess weight very rapidly. Plus they had a nice track that went round the entire kibbutz that I walked faithfully twice a day. All the while mesmerized with the notion that I was finally here in Israel at long last! I worked hard and earned the respect of the Israeli kolbo workers who were mostly suspicious of the young volunteers, thinking they were young, lazy and had only really come to party and screw all night. I overheard the head lady in the market say to her co-worker in her thick Israeli accent, “This one, I like!” I was very pleased by that...
The first Friday night, when all of the young volunteers had arrived from Germany, England, Austria, Denmark, South America, and just about every other country you can imagine, there was a dance. I soon discovered that the young Israeli hunks from the other kibbutzim all came out to check out the young hotties and to see who they might be able to hook up and score with. Fat chance! Hah! They were all as breath-taking as I remembered they were at the airport and in Jerusalem, these sexy young Israeli soldiers, but they didn’t get the ladies attention. I did! There is nothing like good music, flashing lights, and a faggot on a dance floor who knows how to shake his groove-thang and tear one up!!!
The delicious soldiers who were home from the army bases for the weekend, all sat huddled and glaring at me as I danced with every last one of those gorgeous hot young babes. I soon discovered that the soldiers - A) either didn’t know HOW to dance - B) were afraid to try - OR C) were just too full of themselves in their brooding sexiness thinking they were too cool to get up and strut their stuff. Get with it assholes! I thought to myself. Don’t hate, just get up and frigging dance! Hah! Little did they know that I was checking THEM out! Every chance I got!
Meanwhile, I had ALL the girls coming to me begging me to dance with them next! Look out, “Disco Inferno” is in the house and on the dance floor again! The girls were all smiling and talking with me and telling me how brilliant I was as a dancer and the Israeli boys just scowled at me all the more... Well, dammit, I would have danced with any number of them too, if they’d only gotten off their asses! But they were just too macho. Puh-leez!
Well, that did earn me quite a reputation that night. A good one for a change! (Ha Ha) The younger-than-me volunteers took to me quite nicely. I was glad for that. They just didn’t know I was nearly ten years older than most of them. They also liked the way I memorized all of their names and from what countries they were from. That also earned me brownie points.
Then there were the shower rooms... ahem. Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me??? Of course after sweating like a pig in the chow hall and kolbo I had to take advantage of the showers. I was still trying to behave myself, and doing quite well. It turns out that there were several Palestinians who came to work on the kibbutz from the small village next door. They also used the showers...
There was one in particular who had caught my eye. I never actually spoke to him, but saw him gardening and maintaining the rather beautiful grounds of the kibbutz. He had been in the shower room when I went in one day, and I couldn’t help but realize that he was hung like a horse and practically had a full-on ten-inch “woody” when he was getting out of the shower and drying off. Damn, he had a big “zoobie” (the Arab word for cock! This is also my favorite word for the phallic member, because it sounds so cute!) And he was extremely handsome. He looked up at me as I was ardently admiring his beautiful face, body and protruding member... Yum! He just exuded sexuality. Those smoldering dark eyes just took my breath away. He was so damned FINE! Of course I did nothing, but when he dressed and left, I had to stroke myself thinking about that body and the inviting way he had looked at me. If I knew then what I know now about Arab men, I would have been all OVER that zoobie!!! Yikes!
I intermittently spent my days admiring the hot Israeli men who worked on the kibbutz, and the young volunteer men, one utterly stunning one from Denmark in particular, and the three Palestinian men... but I maintained. I know I do go on about it, but it had been a few months since I’d had any action, and I know my guard began slipping a bit.
I took ventures into the Palestinian Village which had a nice bazaar and a wonderful bakery, and into the nearby Israeli City where they had a pizza joint and movie theater. I had also been given a key to the music room so I could go in and play the piano to my heart’s content. The young volunteers really loved it when I played for them. I even met a gay Israeli musician living on the kibbutz who befriended me, very sweet! (I purposely won’t put his name in this story, just in case. He trusted me not to betray his trust, and I won’t let him down.) I enjoyed my newfound friends very much, and had developed a distinctive sense of camaraderie with my fellow volunteers, but I grew more and more restless thinking about that city where I had spent my first night in Israel and had been so quickly deprived of exploring it in the light of day… I longed for Jerusalem... It was why I had come all this long distance to Israel. In retrospect, I think the sexual tension was eating me alive more than anything... That, and having to keep playing goodie two-shoes in front of everybody. I’m only human!
The Arab gardener and I had made eye contact in the shower rooms on several occasions now, and I was on my porch of my cabana playing my flute when he came strutting very slowly by, looking at me with those penetrating, smoldering, sensual eyes. All I would have had to do was stand up, open my door, and I KNOW he would have followed me into my room for a very hot, much needed romp, but two things stopped me, and that was that I had no idea how many eyes were watching me. I didn’t see anybody looking, but I never knew, since they would often come out to hear my flute echoing all over the beautiful lush grounds and I also didn’t know what these Israelis might think of my seducing their Arab gardener on their kibbutz property. Damn it! I sat there practically panting as he walked by watching me, with my heart beating so fast I thought it would burst! I was so weak in the knees from looking at him, I don’t know if I could have stood up anyway!!! Excuse me while I quiver just a moment while remembering him... It is a just tribute, I assure you...
Just the day before all three of the Arab boys had been in the shower room that worked there, and they were putting on quite the elaborate show for me toweling off their bodies and cocks. One of them said something in Arabic, which of course I didn’t understand, but translated by his actions, was something like, “Fuck it, if he wants to watch, I’ll give him a show!”, as he leapt up on one of the benches and really began drying his “zoobie” off with great gusto. I just smiled but never said a word, and I thought, what the hell, if he’s going to give me a show, I just have to watch! They were all three smiling and laughing and joking to themselves afterwards as they dressed. Of course I didn’t understand a damn word they said, but they seemed quite pleased with themselves. I was very amused, and I had great jack-off material for the next several days!
I don’t know what I was so damned uptight about anyway, since most of the volunteers seemed extremely open to sex - boy on boy - girl on girl - or boy on girl. Especially the Europeans. They could care less who was fucking who. As long as they were enjoying themselves and having a good time, who gave a shit!? There were two girls - one from England and the other from Germany who had hooked up and seemed to be really into one another - they kissed in front of us and held each others hands at the campfires late at night, and nobody gave a shit. So I still don’t know why I was playing it so cool.
Of course I had met this really cute Mexican named Carlos while picking up and delivering things for the kolbo and chow hall. He was also thirty-something. I really liked him, and his South American friend, Luis, could tell. Luis could never take his eyes off of me when I was around, and I do speak fluent Spanish, being from L.A. and all, so he had to be careful what he said in my presence, but his eyes said it all... I had set my sights on Carlos, thinking he was more mature, and more ready to keep his mouth shut if I did him. Of course I eventually saw Carlos naked in the shower room one day. There was a space behind the walls and shower stalls, so I reached around and touched his chest and held his hand a little. He asked me if I was okay. I told him yes then removed my hand. I think he was flattered and would have let me do something with him if I’d really pushed it, but I didn’t even reach for his cock. It just felt so good to touch his warm, slightly hairy chest and stroke his pretty brown nipples. Mmm... ahem.
After a couple of months had gone by, I had grown weary of being trapped on the kibbutz. I wanted to visit Jerusalem, and the volunteer head lady screeched at me that I didn’t have enough time in yet to take a long weekend off. I thought what the hell, am I imprisoned here??? Then I learned that I did not have to stay on the kibbutz if I didn’t want to. Until then I had no idea that I was actually free to travel and roam about Israel and stay wherever I wanted. I had signed into this program, and paid for it, but was told when I questioned that if I wasn’t happy there, I was free to leave. I just HAD to be in Jerusalem. I really loved some of my friends that I had made there at the kibbutz. Especially my Israeli musician friend who admitted to me that he was gay and was getting over a broken heart from his previous lover. It turns out that there was quite a gay scene happening in Tel Aviv that I had no idea about until then. He and my friend Yoel were the only ones that I admitted anything to regarding my sexuality. They were the only ones I felt I could really trust not to run their mouths.
So I left over the weekend and went to Jerusalem to see if I could get a job at a little guest house that a friend had told me about. Zahava told me I could return to the program if I didn’t find anything, so I went, and sure enough the woman running the guesthouse DID need help with cleaning in the mornings. I just had to change sheets, sweep and mop and help behind the desk occasionally for several hours each morning, and my room and board would be provided for me. And it was just half a block from the Damascus Gate which led into the Old City. Excellent!
I hopped on the bus and went back to the kibbutz to collect my things and told everyone that I would be leaving the program the next morning. They threw me a little going away party, and I was invited to another openly gay Israeli soldier’s room on the kibbutz. I had been there a few times and Dennis had openly asked me if I were gay, showing me some sexy magazines he had. He is also the one who confided to me that Arab men just LOVE pretty boys. He was half Dutch and Israeli. He also had the biggest mouth on the kibbutz and I had tried to behave myself and protect my reputation. He pulled his cock out of his pants and I admired it. He wasn’t circumcised I noted, and he said that his father was Jewish but didn’t believe in circumcision. His foreskin was only symbolically nicked so he could bleed a little. He grabbed my hand and set it on his “zein”. I squeezed it and stroked it. It felt so good in my hand. He was really very stunning, but I also knew he was a great big whore who had an even bigger mouth about his sexual conquests. I did allow him to kiss and hug me a little, but we did nothing else. I went back to my room and slept.
The next morning I went to several of my closer friends and said my goodbyes. Hugging people and giving them the address of the guest house where I’d be working so they could come and visit me there. A good number of them did so later on I’m happy to say. Of course I thought of my smoldering gorgeous Arab gardener whom I admired and lusted after from afar and how I would be leaving him behind, but I had no regrets. I’d have to make new alliances and adventures in Jerusalem.
Dennis, the gay Israeli soldier did come out and call a taxi for me and wait with me hugging me very tenderly and kissing me again I recall, when it was time for me to leave. That was nice. I know he was a big slut, but was still flattered by his attention. He was terribly handsome, and quite a wonderful kisser!
The Arab taxi drivers were notorious I soon discovered for flirting with their fares, be they male or female, and mine did not fail me as he took me back to my bus for the long ride back to my Golden City. He spoke fluent english and flirted with me and then got a boner, and took hold of my hand and placed it on his “zoobie”. I was amused, but politely declined his offer and withdrew my hand. He was so very ugly...
Jerusalem
Jerusalem is divided into two parts, the New City which is modern and clean, and the Old City which is surrounded by large stone walls. When I got back into the city, I had to take a “sheroot” or taxi back to the guesthouse where I would be staying and working. I was very excited as we wound around the Old City to collect fares, until my very short Palestinian driver just about got pulverized by this large 7 foot Hasidic Jew who could not believe the driver was asking for so much money for such a short ride into the new city. They got into a rather heated, very loud debate, and the 5 foot two Arab got out of the cab and squared off as this humongous bearded Israeli got out, his payos or side-locks were shaking he was so furious at being kicked out of the cab. I noticed then how the short driver’s face came just to this giant’s crotch, and thought that it could have been a match made in Heaven. If only they could have gotten along, they could have become very CLOSE friends, if you know what I mean. Winkie, winkie, wink, wink, wink!
It was obvious to me that the Jewish man simply didn’t have the fare that was being demanded, so I quickly pulled out a hundred shekel note and thrust it into the driver’s hand saying that this was for BOTH our fares - thus avoiding the potential blood-shed that was about to erupt. The Hasid never once said “toda raba” or thank you, but finally did look at me when I got out at my stop and at least acknowledged my existence by nodding his head in my direction. So that was something, at least. Sigh. Thus began my life in the “Holy City”...
I went to work right away the next day, earning my keep, and Dora, the American lady running the hostel, appeared to be very kind and fairly normal - for at least my first couple of weeks. She was fairly rotund, and red-haired, and whatever looks she might have one day had were obviously fading. She was also fanatically religious to the point of extreme. At first we got along splendidly, but then her crazed need to boss a drone around became all too evident, but I bit my tongue and swallowed my pride for I needed this job too much! It was rather torturous sometimes dealing with her very bizarre mood-swings. I could usually calm her down though.
After my first day of work, when I was finished with my duties of changing sheets and mopping up, Dora suggested that I take a ride into Bethlehem and see the place where Jesus was supposed to have been born. Okay, so I would take a little religious pilgrimage and see some of the touristy sights. That should be fun. Just the thought of entering Bethlehem gave me goose-bumps! I’d sang so many Christmas Carols about it growing up. And after all, who doesn’t like receiving presents???
Finding a willing cab driver to take me into this fabled town wasn’t hard I found, as several men began vying for my patronage. The one who seemed the coolest (and cutest) won out, of course. I had been talking to him originally anyway and he seemed very friendly. He asked me to sit in the front seat with him and told me it would be two hundred shekels to go into Bethlehem. That was about $40 US dollars. I just had no idea how far Bethlehem was then, and must have had RICH DUMB AMERICAN TOURIST tattooed across my forehead in big block letters! The cab-driver said that would cover the cost for as long as I wanted to stay there and that he would stay with me the entire time and look after me. So it seemed fair to me. Plus I liked the thought of this big strong handsome man taking care of me for the day.
Of course Dora had not given me any other information about getting into Bethlehem than that. So I was a sitting duck with a great big target on my ass, evidently. For I later found out I could have taken a sheroot into Bethlehem, for the grand sum of 8 shekels, or 2 US dollars. For it was only like several miles or so from the center of Jerusalem. Bitch!
The cabbie was named Mohammed, and he became very friendly really fast on the ride over. As I stated previously, he had me sit in the front seat with him, and started making references to sexual things right away, and then asked me point blank if I liked men or women. I admitted that I liked men, and he took hold of my hand and placed it on his cock, telling me he thought so. I was TRYING to take a religious pilgrimage, but it turned into a zoobie-stroking fest the entire way into Bethlehem. Not that I was complaining. He was so damned adorable, and I was REALLY horny by now and I didn’t have any kibbutzniks watching my every move. I even kissed his cheek a few times. Then before I knew it we were at the check-point, and he told me to have my passport ready and not to be afraid of the Israeli soldiers and their guns. I didn’t feel afraid at all. They were all so cute! Then we were through the checkpoint and riding into “Beit Lechem” or “House of Bread” when transliterated from the Hebrew I was told.
I had heard that Israel had given over Bethlehem to the Palestinian Authority a few months before I’d gone over, the Israelis wanting to distance themselves from all things Christian it seemed to me. I always thought that was incredibly stupid on their part, they didn’t like Christians, but they sure loved their US dollars, and so they just GAVE AWAY a wonderful historic attraction that brings in hundreds of thousands of tourists all year long! This made no sense to me.
Mohammed didn’t take me directly to the Church of the Nativity where Jesus was supposed to have been born, but stopped at a gift shop, where I’m sure now he had set up in advance and would receive a kick-back for every dollar he brought into them. The man running the shop was named Hani, and he was even cuter than my driver Mohammed! I did allow him to sell me a pretty silver bauble. What the hell, I might as well have some sort of momento to remember this day by! Then Hani informed me that HE would be taking me to the Church of the Nativity himself. I looked at Mohammed and he assured me it was okay, that this was a good friend of his, and I’d be in good hands. So I went outside with him and got into his car.
Hani’s car had a stick shift, so his arm kept “brushing” against mine each time he would shift. I could feel his sinewy muscular arms when he would do that and commented on how muscular his arms were. He let me feel his muscles and chest. Talk about a hard body! Phew! He had large hands and I told him he must have a large dick too, he told me he was just 15 centimeters though, and I calculated that later to discover that it was only 6 inches. Average. Of course he took my hand and set it on his zoobie too and I got to stroke HIS manhood all the way to the Church of the Nativity. He did bend over and kiss me on the lips a couple of times, which I found very thrilling. I wanted to rip his damned clothes off, but he told me we had to be careful. Shit! He said he’d come visit me later at the hotel, but that wasn’t good since Dora the Religious Doorkeeper was ever vigilantly on guard. Then he took me to my destination, and there I was, marching down the stone steps to the supposed place that was so gawdily and ostentatiously overdone with a great big star marking “the actual spot” where Jesus was purported to have been born. I felt strangely moved as I stood there for a few moments. When I got back out of the church, Hani and his hard-on were waiting for me in his car, and I stroked and squeezed him all the way back to his shop. He told Mohammed to take very good care of me the rest of the way back home, for I was very precious cargo. That was sweet. Or was I just being flattered by a couple of gigolos... Either way, I have to admit I did feel a little whorish after playing with both of these guys’ zoobies during our rides that day. Ah well, I had some really good jack-off material to think about when I got back to my hotel! I took a good long shower to relieve myself...
A few days later, I met Adam...
Paradise
I had gone into the Old City to get something or other for Dora. When I returned to the Guest House, there he was, sitting and speaking and sipping tea with her. She introduced us, and my heart skipped a beat or two. This Palestinian hottie was so devastatingly handsome I could hardly breathe, and his eyes followed me everywhere I moved. I could “feel” them on me. Everytime I looked up they were on me. He had these large, brown, all-seeing eyes that just ripped open every cover and saw ME... all the way down to the central core of my being. I shook his large hand and sat down next to him on the couch in the sitting room. His smile was voluminous, I felt myself trembling, and I was in love!
Adam was a perfume and cosmetics salesman and had brought Dora some perfume that he’d had to jump through hoops to find for her. He stayed a while and talked and then had to be going, DAMMIT, but he took hold of my hand and assured me that he would come back to visit me. His touch and his eyes held so much promise. I didn’t want to let go of his hand, but I had to play it all so cool in front of the very fanatical Dora. She had told me how she had detested one of her brothers who was gay. If she’d only known!
Several days later, I ran into Adam again out in the square that surrounded my hotel. He motioned me over and took my hand as we sat down on a bench and talked and told me some things about himself. I invited him in and Dora was glad I was back because she had wanted to go shopping in the Old City, and would be gone for a few hours, would I mind watching the front desk? Would I mind? Hell no, I wouldn’t mind. Hurry and get the hell out, I was thinking, I wanted to TALK with this man. Alone!!!
She left, and I sat back down with him, and he took my hand in his. We talked a little about our mutual attraction. He told me he couldn’t stop thinking about me, and about my eyes especially, and had hoped to see me in the square that day. Of course I was swooning then. I moved in closer so our bodies could touch a little more. I could smell his cologne and that he was so clean. I just drank in his long-awaited presence. It had been three whole days since I had seen him last, after all!
I discovered that his name was actually “Naeem,” which meant “paradise,” but he had selected an American name for himself that he liked. His thinking was VERY western-oriented. So I called him Adam, but to me he WAS paradise! I remember kissing his hand, and his cheek, and laying my head on his shoulder a little bit. That was utter heaven! I did feel his zoobie through his clothes, but he wouldn’t let me go any further than that. In fact, it would take several more weeks of knowing him before he would give up the goods. He was playing hard to get and he had my undivided attention. I love a challenge! The hunt was on!
True to his word, Adam came and took me to dinner a few times a week, and walked me around Jerusalem. I felt so wonderful being with him. I told him I was falling in love with him, and he admitted that he was having feelings for me, but wasn’t sure how far he wanted things to go between us. He was, it turned out, married, but separated from his American wife, and that they would most likely be getting divorced. She was back in America. Her frigging loss, I thought, and moved in for the kill. Figuratively speaking, of course!
Adam finally spent the night a few weeks later at the guest house, and when Dora and the other guests went to sleep, he finally let me take off his clothes in the dark, and he kissed me fully on the lips and we stroked each other off into orgasmic bliss... His big warm hands felt so completely marvelous touching me down there. After he “finished” as he called it, he kissed me and told me he loved me, and I was in utter heaven! He wouldn’t let me do anything other than that that first night, but it was enough. I couldn’t stop kissing him until we fell asleep.
The Al Hamam or Turkish Bath
Even though Americans really weren’t supposed to travel into the West Bank, Adam wanted to take me to the Al Hamam or Turkish Bath in Nazaria in the Gaza Strip. That was an experience. We got onto a sheroot, or small bus, loaded with Palestinians, and my distress must have been very evident on my face, without my having to speak a word. On the news I always saw them lobbing stones and blowing things up. I was trembling, and my heart was beating so fast. Adam just looked at me and told me to relax, that I was with him, and had nothing to be afraid of. I knew that he must be right, and I DID feel safe with him escorting me, and HE was a Palestinian after all! And I loved him... I calmed down after a few minutes as he held my hand, squeezing it to reassure me that all was well.
Later, after we entered Ramallah, we had to change into a smaller stretch taxi for the rest of the journey into Nazaria. What a nightmare! There were no stop signs, no traffic lights, and the town looked like Los Angeles did to me AFTER the Rodney King riots! Trash was piled everywhere, and we passed a dead donkey by the side of the road. It was reminiscent of Tijuana in some regards. I was feeling a bit nervous again, so I laid my head on Adam’s shoulder and then felt so comforted by his warmth and strength, so much so that I fell asleep and rested there almost the entire way. He protested at first that I shouldn’t do that, worried what others might think, but then wrapped his arm about my shoulder and held me close when he felt me trembling. Nobody said a word. I was so grateful for that.
This part of the trip took a bit longer, but when we arrived, we began looking immediately for the Turkish Bath. I had heard of them and wanted to experience one for myself. Utterly ignoring my request, Adam told EVERYONE we met that I was “Ameriki” or American, and to my surprise, they all said, “Marhaba!” or “Welcome!” to me and shook my hand and kissed my cheeks... (I really do LOVE that Middle Eastern custom! It availed me the opportunity of kissing many cute men!) I was surprised that they had been so warm and friendly towards me. I discovered that they don’t hate all Americans, just those making bad policies that affected them adversely. Of course I got to hear Bill Clinton’s and Monica Lewinsky’s names repeated over and over again that day. Even if they could not speak a word of English, they knew of our infamous former president and his sexual goings-on with Monica... Oh brother! Talk about embarrassing! But in a way, he was a big hero to them all! He’d gotten his dick sucked! So he was the most famous and greatly admired man over there. They all envied him and the things the pretty young intern did to his zoobie!
We finally wound our way up through the bazaar there in Nazaria and came across the Al Hamam. It was a most wonderful experience, seeing so many gorgeous young men practically naked with just a portion of barely-there sheet covering them, and I got the royal treatment. A massage, body scrub and several hours of the toasty warmth of the floor of the bathhouse, and I was in heaven! I also got to see many young hot men jerking off and wanting me to join them in the side rooms which I politely declined, but it was still great fun to look!. Adam left me alone for a few minutes to get us a cool drink, when another young man named Ahmed came in and laid down beside me and began speaking with me in perfect English. Very soon he reached over and kissed me and stroked my cock and put my hand on his. He then sat up on his knees and brought his cock close to my face and jerked off over me and shot his load on the floor next to me. He had such a pretty fat zoobie! It all happened so fast, I was kind of surprised, but then Adam came back in and I was relieved to see him. I never told him of the encounter with the other guy. I joined him in one of the curtained side rooms and bathed him. It was the first time I got to see him fully naked in the light and also the first time I got to suck on his zoobie! He was shocked when I went down on him, as I was pouring the warm water all over his thighs, and asked me to stop. He was afraid someone would see us. I couldn’t have cared less. Neither would the young horny men who had come to the Al Hamam! I did respect his wishes, however, but there was nobody to be concerned with when we retired to the hotel for the night. I stripped his clothes off slowly and seduced him with my lips and tongue, and he was all mine. He was so tender and held me in his strong arms all night long... It was magical.
A Familiar Face
My friend Yoel showed up in Jerusalem several days later from the Kibbutz, apparently having had it with the bitchy Zahava’s ranting and ravings, and I was so happy to see him! He was a strapping mormon boy from the midwest states and he was incredibly intelligent and could read Hebrew and any other number of ancient dead languages like you or I could read a comic book! Utterly brilliant! He was a big man, about six foot two and big as an oak, and somewhat protective over me while we were on the kibbutz. He was like a big brother to me (even though he was a little younger) and I always felt safe when he was around me.
I had just had a not-so-nice encounter with a young Palestinian shopkeeper two days prior, who had invited me into his shop, offered me tea or “chai” and was so sweet with me, until he told me that he wanted money from me to have sex with him. I asked, “If I’m going to suck your dick, shouldn’t you be paying ME???” He got really angry then and threw me out of his shop, shouting what I was sure were Arab obscenities at me, and I was very frightened walking the distance out of the old city, passing a fist-fight in the narrow passageway, wondering if I was going to get a knife in the back or something the entire way. I had never been frightened there before, and I went to my room and shook and cried just a little. I was hurt by the incident as well. I’d done nothing to invite his sexual advances or his nastiness. I was very careful thereafter about accepting an invitation to have tea in a shop!
I did read in one of the Guides that if you ever denied these hustler’s services that they could turn ugly. The Guide did not lie about that I discovered! I learned that day that most of the young men in the Old City were “For Sale” as were most of the Cab Drivers. My advice afterwards to some of the men and women who told me of their coming on to them, was to be flattered, because they ARE beautiful, but not TOO flattered, because they wanted to have sex with them, and they wanted to be paid to have sex with them. I also thought about that and would not judge or condemn them too harshly, because if I lived on such a fringe of devastating poverty, and all I had was my young beautiful body and hard cock, I might have ended up selling myself too. Especially, since it was the only sex most young Arab men COULD have. If they got caught touching a young Arab virgin, they’d be killed, and they knew it. It took between $40-60,000 to buy a virgin bride, and most of them would never see that much money at once in their lifetimes. So most of them acquired a male lover, and took care of business in the best and only way they knew how. Of course, being gay, this seemed very natural to me.
I’d told Yoel a little about my past when we walked and talked together at the kibbutz, and so I told my “big brother” about the shopkeeper who turned so nasty when I told him I didn’t want sex with him or to pay him for the privilege. Of course Yoel insisted I walk with him into the old city and tricked me and took me RIGHT PAST his shop a few days later, and I just looked at him like he was crazy. I nearly fainted when I was face-to-face with the little creep who’d threatened me! Yoel told me to calm down though, for he wanted him to see him with me, so he would know that he couldn’t mess with me like that again, or he’d have Yoel to contend with. He really was big and strong as an ox! I was extremely upset with him at first, but then appreciated it after that. For I’d been too afraid to venture back into the Old City up ‘til then. I loved Yoel so much for that. He really was a great friend to me.
I also discovered that another shopkeeper that I’d walked around the city with on an impromptu tour had found out what that jerk had done, and embarrassed him in front of many others, including slapping him across the face, because he’d liked me, so I had nothing to fear... I was greatly relieved.
Apparently right after I’d left the kibbutz, Yoel told me, that Dennis, the gay Israeli soldier who’d kissed me and tried to get me to do more with him, ran around the kibbutz telling them all I’d done a lot more than I did with him. I KNEW he was an untrustworthy butt-wipe! Yoel asked me if I did, and I told him if I were going to fag-off with someone, I would not have chosen the biggest mouth on the kibbutz to do it with. Yoel said that nobody had believed the soldier anyway, including Zahava! I was very glad for my discretion then. For it seemed worth it. I didn’t want them to all think poorly of me.
I ended up introducing Adam and Yoel and they too became good friends. Yoel knew there was something going on between us, especially when Adam came back to spend the night, and I was sitting on his bed in the dorm room the next morning and Adam had his legs up due to his hard-on that I was stroking under his sheets. God what delicious soft skin he had, I was thinking, as I caressed his chest and then back down to his zoobie again. Yoel got up and went to take a LONG shower. I like to think he was jerking off thinking about what we might be doing out there. It was also the first time that Adam allowed me to place his zoobie in my mouth without a condom and take him over the much-needed edge. Once I started though, he never wanted me to stop! I’d perfected the fine art of cock-sucking some time before with my previous lovers, and I took him to Heaven and back and made him VERY glad that he was there...
I was so deliriously happy then, for I was studying at the College, living in the Eternal City, and had a drop-dead gorgeous, romantic, loving boyfriend. When I say this, there is no exaggeration, for whenever we would walk together in the city, women tourist’s mouths would quite literally drop open when they saw Adam (Naeem), and they would stop and turn and stare with their mouths gaping. He was THAT beautiful, confident, sexy and masculine... just exuding charm and sensuality. I felt quite lucky to be with him. I had dated several male models and even a Chippendale dancer for about a year in L.A., but I’d broken it off with all of them, because they treated me so badly. I know I must look into the heart and soul of a man, and beyond their looks, but if I’m going down on a man, he’d better be attractive to me... it just goes without saying.
Shortly after this, though, Adam began having a small problem with what we were doing. I couldn’t understand that at all. I loved him. I was completely, utterly, head over heels in love with him, but I told him I would back off if that was what he’d truly wanted. I loved him that much. He said he had never felt this way for another man, and felt confused by this and needed time to think. So I gave him his space...
Several weeks went by and no Adam. I was hurting, but decided to see someone else if it should arise. Adam was not the only zoobie or zein in Jerusalem, I reminded myself. I had plenty of offers but kept ignoring them though. Yoel understood what I was going through. He was somewhat homophobic, but he really liked me for some reason. He took me to the Museums and to see the Dead Sea Scrolls and to the Holocaust Memorial to get my mind off Adam - my Naeem - my Paradise...
Dora even wondered why I was moping about so much, but I could never tell her. I would have been thrown out in the cold in two seconds if I had!
The Arab Doctor
Mohammed showed up shortly after that, and he was very sweet to me. He was a medical doctor in his early forties who was traveling about and I felt drawn to his obvious intelligence. Yoel was out of the dorm one day, and he took a shower and then came out and dropped his towel across the room from me. What a phenomenal body! Beautiful chest, muscles and abs of steel! Oh… and he had a large, long zoobie dangling between his legs. Yum! I told him it was beautiful, and he asked me if I wanted it. I hadn’t seen or heard from Adam for almost a month. I just looked at him and nodded my head yes. I had a big mouthful of delicious nine inch zoobie before I knew what had hit me! It wasn’t Adam but I was comforted somewhat. I used him as a pacifier of sorts to both soothe my oral fixation and heal my hurting heart. I think I also wore him out since I sucked him off three or four times a day after that. Of course we ended up doing the whole shebang several times, and he was not a selfish lover, making sure I got off also.
Adam came by about a week later, and saw us out walking together. He became very jealous. I reminded him that he had told me he didn’t think we could continue on the way we were. He’d disappeared and I didn’t think I was going to see him again. He had hurt me terribly and I liked Mo as he liked to be called. He didn’t seem to have a problem with what we were doing and seemed to know what he wanted.
His answer was to stay at the Guest House for several nights. I felt nothing for Mohammed as I did for Naeem. I liked him, and we’d had a little fun, but I absolutely ADORED Adam. Mo left a few days later, for more travel, and I was somewhat relieved. I never saw him after that. It was also the impetus that brought Adam back to me. He had missed me. He said he could not live without my mouth on his zoobie and that he loved me and wanted me in his life. We never spoke of Mohammed again and I quickly forgot about him.
The Army Base
I was offered a job shortly thereafter working in the PX just outside the gates of an Israeli Army Base. I made sandwiches and sold sodas and cigarettes to the pretty young soldiers. Adam didn’t like my going, but Dora had begun to show a seriously warped, twisted, crazy side and became more and more confrontational. It seemed like she hated everyone and I had no idea what on earth she was doing in Jerusalem of all places! Besides, the money being offered was so much better than I was making at the Guest House, so I accepted it. We agreed to meet on the weekends and I had a number where to reach him where he was staying in Tel Aviv, but discovered after a few weeks that he had left there and lost touch with him. Almost another month went by, and I took my first venture into Tel Aviv by myself for the weekend. I thought maybe I might be able to run into Adam there by some miracle. I had the taxi drop me off at the row of Youth Hostels there on the main street. I really liked Tel Aviv. It reminded me so much of Santa Monica in California, and I had always loved it there! I felt really nervous, knowing noone there. I nearly checked into “Mimi’s Hostel” but then spotted “Noah’s” and thought of Noah’s Ark and felt that I would be safe there. I walked up the steps to check it out.
The Israeli soldiers at the base where I was working were truly cute, and several of them had even quietly slipped me their numbers, hoping to see me off the base somewhere. One in particular, Roey, had told me he wanted to go out with me, and I was supposed to call him when I got to Tel Aviv. That was my plan for that very evening, and what was at the back of my mind, when I felt a tap on my shoulder at the front desk as I was checking in. I turned around, somewhat startled, and nearly fainted when Adam’s face was mere inches from my own. I let out a shout, and hugged him and trembled slightly in his arms, I was nearly in tears at seeing him again. I thought I had lost him again for good! I found out he was staying there, and told the handsome young manager to move his things into my room, that he would be staying with me during my stay there... I think I embarrassed Adam a little, but he recovered and offered no resistance.
Of all places for me to go into! It seemed like the only real choice for me, and there was my Adam, at long last! Needless to say, I never did call poor cute Roey that night, or any other night thereafter. We had a most wonderful reunion in our room, and made love with one another for hours, with my Paradise Man caressing and kissing me repeatedly... I still get all tingly just thinking about it. He finally got my number to my work phone on the base, and called me faithfully every night to tell me that he loved me and to wish me a good night. Of course he also was nervous that I was doing something with the young gorgeous Israeli’s on the army base, but that was impossible, as they weren’t allowed outside their fences after certain hours, and I slept all alone each and every night in my little apartment there. I never told him that I almost dated Roey. Or that I could hardly help but notice that the soldiers were to-die-for-gorgeous. Because I didn’t want to worry him, so I left well enough alone. So each and every weekend thereafter, I met with my sweet, precious Adam in either Tel Aviv or Jerusalem, and it was like having a honeymoon all over again on each and every weekend!
Somewhere in the interim, I had been allowed to read several letters from Adam’s estranged wife. God what a horrible woman! She wrote the nastiest letters I’d ever read about how worthless and lazy he was. Even though there was a time when he’d been picked up by the police, just for being in Tel Aviv, and they had beaten him and cracked his ribs. I knew because I helped wrap his tender ribs up and had given him pain medication and taken care of him. I had been so angered by that! Palestinians, I learned, were only allowed in certain areas of Israel, and anybody from the West Bank was NOT supposed to be in Tel Aviv! He’d just gone there for work! I was so very angry when I read her vile letter, that I asked him if I could answer her back, and when he said yes, I let this wicked witch have it right between the eyes. He copied verbatim what I had written to her in his own handwriting, including the accounting of his beating. Big mistake! The hag wrote back telling him that she was coming back to Israel... I had that to dread for the next several months.
After six months had passed, I grew weary once more of being so far away from my Yerushalaim, and from my Adam out in the middle of the Negev Desert. So I went back to the Guest House to get my job back. Another person was now the manager, and the Psychotic Dora was no more and long gone ~ Good riddance you nasty shrew! The new manager was an Egyptian named Mussa - the Arab name for Moses. He was even more demented and vile than Dora had been and had chased her away, after calling her an old cow with dried up tits! He convinced the owners that she had been driving away customers with her religious craziness and this had in effect lost them a great deal of money. He was right, I knew, but Mussa was just as crazy as Dora, but he did give me a job and a private apartment behind the Guest House. I just had to work more hours to make up for my room than I had before. No problem.
I had seen Adam one last time at my hotel room in Jerusalem. Just before I quit working at the Army Base. This was when he appeared wearing his wedding band and necklace with HER name on it and I was so offended. He asked me where our pictures were and when I got them out for him, he grabbed me and held me down while he ripped up most of our pictures together, at least the ones he could find. I had tried in vain to stop him, but he was so very much stronger than me. Gone in an instant were the pictures commemorating my first bouquet of roses that he had gotten for me. Us in our matching t-shirts. Dining together in Jerusalem. On the gorgeous white sandy beach in Tel Aviv. The forbidden pictures of his naked body that he’d very nearly busted my camera over that I’d taken of him. He was intending to go back to his rich American wife, and leave me crying in the dust...
When she arrived, I actually saw them go strolling by one day in the New City of Jerusalem and she truly was beautiful as a young Elizabeth Taylor. My heart was already destroyed. I didn’t think I could be hurt anymore. I had gone into the mountains around Jerusalem myself and burned the last remaining little photo book of him that I had, and wailed and howled from the pain this induced. It was so final. If he was afraid that I would show his pictures to his wife, I was going to remove all doubt that I would or could ever be so cruel or evil. I had told him I could never intentionally harm him in such a devious way, it just wasn’t in my nature to do something like this, and if he didn’t know me better than this by now, then he had never known me or felt my love for him. For it was realer, deeper, more intense than anything I had ever experienced. I didn’t know how I would be able to go on without him...
Several weeks after I’d gotten my old job back, Adam found out where I was and came to see me at the Guest House. I refused to go to the front door and meet with him, but the Manager told me he looked so miserable, wouldn’t I please go out and talk to him. So I finally agreed to see him. He was terribly unhappy with his wife he blurted out. She was treating him worse than ever... and how could he ever live without my mouth on his zoobie??? He looked so distraught... I almost fell at his feet to wrap my arms about his waist and hold him close to me, but by some miraculous cache of unknown inner strength, I somehow managed to withstand the urge. Instead I told him that he should have thought of that before he knocked me to the ground, and destroyed the pictures of our romantic memories together. It was all I had left! I also informed him that he had made his choice and he would have to live with that. He begged me to take him back, but I just felt so numb I couldn’t. He had chosen this horrible woman over me who treated him so terribly. He had rejected my love for someone who treated him like dirt. He asked me one more time if I would take him back, and I cried so hard I thought I would pass out. He took me in his arms and told me how sorry he was. I asked him to please leave and not come back to see me again. It was just too painful. I told him to go back to his wife. He had chosen her over me.
He looked like a dejected puppy dog and I thought I would die, but he finally accepted what I was saying and turned and left me standing there on the stoop. I ran to my room and wept inconsolably for several days. But I finally managed to pull myself together knowing that I had to carry on and show some self-respect if nothing else. I had to survive this destruction of my very being. How can one live without a heart, I’d wondered, for surely mine had been utterly destroyed???
Despite all of that, Adam will forever go down in history as one of the greatest loves of my life...
A Friendly Face Revisited
Yoel came back after traveling in Egypt and other far off exotic places. His time was coming to a close in the Middle East and he would soon be heading back to the States. I had needed him so desperately in that strange and desperate hour. His kindness and protective nature towards me helped mend my spirits in no time and we were going to the cafes and actually laughing once more, when I never thought I would again. Once more he took me around to see the historic sights and attractions. We toured the Dome of the Rock, the Walls of Jericho, the Dead Sea, and many other places I hadn’t yet been to. There truly is a great deal of antiquity and historicity to see in such a compact place as Israel. And Yoel’s gentle forbearance was very healing to my wounded heart and soul. He even took a picture of me and several other naked companions with mud smeared all over our bodies at the Dead Sea, but refused to disrobe himself.
I think if he had not been so homophobic, and so religious, he might have loved me... as something more than just a friend. At least I like to think of him that way. He passed away due to some strange health condition soon after he returned to the states. He’d told me that he was dying when I’d met him, and he wasn’t lying. I never got to speak with my beloved friend again... but I shall always love my dear, sweet, protective “big brother!”
More Slutty Adventures
I did date an extremely handsome 40-ish Israeli businessman named Uri for a short while after that, until I learned he was married. He had a huge fat ten inch zein, and he was handsome as hell, but I was over the married man crap! I’d learned my lesson, hard as it was, and dumped him.
I also really enjoyed meeting a batallion of UN Soldiers from Fiji who stayed at our Guest House on several occasions. They had all been stuck on the base guarding the border between Syria and Israel for six to ten month stretches, and they were all so very horny, and appreciative of the least bit of attention. I could tell instantly that they were completely mesmerized with me. “Well excuse me for being so devastatingly beautiful!” (My favorite Delta Burke line from Designing Women!) Of course I couldn’t do them ALL, as much as I could have... but I did do several of them one night when I was in a particularly slutty mood. I hadn’t planned it that way, but one convinced me to fool around with him in my room, and when we were through, his friend popped in the door before I knew what was happening, pulling his shirt off and revealing the most sexy muscular chest I’d ever seen, and he kissed me full on the lips. So I did him too. Then the one that I had REALLY admired, came to my room and made sweet love to me with that big ten inch dick of his... I felt a little bit bad about that later, but they had such pretty hard sexy black bodies and big delicious cocks. What else was a pretty boy to do??? They didn’t just forget about me either. I got to have a few of them on later occasions as well, I’m happy to report, as they’d returned for seconds. Please sir, can I have a little more??? Why certainly, you hot sexy hunk studs! Unlike Dora, Mussa couldn’t care less who I was having fun with!
Dora, I also discovered later, had conned some Arab man into marrying her, and he took her evil, demented fat ass to Cyprus, where a great many Israelis went for their honeymoon, and left her there to rot after just two weeks of her nagging! I guess the honeymoon was over with a quickness, and there is a reward for the wicked after all! She’d also caught holy hell upon exiting Israel after not renewing her visa for more than a year and a half! They had wanted to jail her but then relented, unfortunately! She finally got back to the states after selling herself most likely.
I ventured into the Arab country of Jordan after that where I lived and taught English for about six months in a small village and then came home to the culture shock of the States after nearly two years over there, so I’ll have to tell you another time of my deflowering several twenty-something year old virgin males over there in Jordan, but then that’s another entire chapter in My Somewhat & Oftentimes Slutty Adventures in the Middle East...