Magandang gabi sa lahat.
Dati akong nagbabasa sa forum na ito dahil namiss ko ang Jeddah at mga magagandang nangyari sa akin doon. Ako ay nasa Canada na ngayon, at mahigit nang isang dekada ang nakalipas nang iniwan ko ang Saudi Arabia. Tulad ninyo, meron din akong naging experience na hindi ko nakalimutan. At naisulat ko pa nga. Akin lang na nalaman na naisulat ko pala ang aking di makakalimutang experience sa Jeddah nang ako ay nagliligpit ng aking mga lumang mga papeles para ipadala ko sa Pilipinas. Ako ay uuwi ng Pilipinas mula sa Canada ngayong Abril. At naisip ko na ayusin ang lahat ng gamit ko at itapon ang mga di ko na kakailanganin.
Ako ay nagulat nang Makita ko ang isinulat kong experience ko sa isang Syrian na nagging malapit sa puso ko. Itago natin siya sa pangalang Nabil at siya ay napakagwapo. Tawag niya sa sarili niya ay si Superman. kasing katawan at kasing tangkad siya ni Hugh Jackman at napakarelihiyoso. Bale siya ang nagli lead ng prayers nila pagnagsasala sila ng mga katrabaho naming noon. Mabait sa dilang mabait at karinyoso. May asawa at mga anak na rin siya ngayon at di na kami nagkakausap dahil sa may kanya kanya na kaming mga buhay at mahigit nang isang dekada ang nangyari sa amin kaya naisip ko na ibahagi sa inyo ang aming karanasan. Karanasan na nagsilbing magandang alaala ko sa aking buhay Saudi na nagbibigay sa akin ng mga ngiti sa labi sa mga oras na pumapasok sa isip ko ang kanyang alaala.
Ang aking kwento ay sana'y magbigay din ng inspirasyon sa mga bagong dating sa middle East at magbigay saya sa lahat.
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It all started like any other day. The work, the people, the transferring of furniture, just like any other day....until...
Ayman (the fat man) of Al..t ( I have to apologize for not putting the exact name of the company for security reasons) summoned me because we are transferring furniture to our new apartment building, as part of our company accommodation. Working in the office side of the company allowed me an accommodation separate from my fellow Filipinos. Finally...I said.! We are transferring. Not that I don't want to live with everyone at the workers' quarter but having a privacy is a luxury that I am happy to experience. Prior to this incidence of moving, I discussed with Abdul Aziz (the compound guard, he is Egyptian) my frustrations about the lousy things that's ben going on with the accommodation transferring. " I am fed up with all these promises from these Syrian people. They said before, it will only be around 2-5 days before I can do the accommodation transfer to a new place but its been over 2 weeks that has gone by, and still..no sign of transferring, No calls, nothing!"
But in the evening of that same day, everything turned out positively. Ayman came to my room, and summoned me to come with him. We go to Al...t Décor villa to order some people to carry the furniture. As we unload the furniture to the new room, the door of the bedroom that I chose previously as my own room, is locked. And it turned out that Bassam wants it for his 2 cousins Adnan and Ona.
I was mad, why is this happening? I told myself. They need the kitchen more than I do , so they should take the two other rooms that are closer to the kitchen. It just makes sense. I called Bassam at his home in the same building, but no sign of him. I was furious.
At work, Nabil called me 5 minutes before closing time in the evening. I used to work with him in the showroom but I got transferred to the sister company that do most of the construction. After the usual pleasantries, I told him my predicament over the phone. At this time the Indian office caretaker/teaboy is already closing the offices. Turning off the lights. So Nabil invited me to the showroom to continue our conversation there. And so, I went.
In the showroom, since it is already close to 10 pm, everyone is gone. Only him. Lights are turned off, except for a few spotlights. I sensed a rush in my stomach, and I can feel my heart pounding. I thought to myself, there is something going to happen tonight.
I went inside the showroom, we greeted each other. Its such a pleasure to see him again. Since the last time we had a falling out, I asked the management to transfer me to the part of the company that do the construction work to be away from him. that way, my feelings for him will be just under the bridge, and I can move on with my life and concentrate on my work.
He motioned me to go upstairs after he locked the main door of the showroom, with the key still in the door lock, him and I went upstairs to the second floor. The second floor looks different from the last time I was there. The rooms where the drawings are done for the clients are now becomes Nabil's office. The wall that hides it from rest of the upper showroom is now gone. It looks nicer.
We sat on the round table. I told him the reason of my disappointment of his fellow Syrians at the accommodation. I told him about the double standards. About Mang Ric's honesty and dedication on his job. And how both of them can work with respect and dignity. Since I left for the sister company, only Mang Ric is the one that prepares most of the drawings now.
Nabil listened attentively the whole time. Its good to see him again that way. Married life suits him, I told myself. He is more relaxed.
Finally, he got up to close the computer on his table. He asked me if I want to eat a banana. There is an overriped banana on his shelf and he showed it to me. I sat on the chair infront of his table. And his teasing was very evident on his trouser. His cock is obviously awaken. He has a hard on and it is quite visible.
It is big. I was turned on by the sight of it.!
He sat on his chair and we talked of the times when we were crazy about each other. I told him that my feelings for him is still the same. It never died. Eversince he got back from Syria and brought his new wife to Jeddah with him, I just chose to stay away and live my own life. But the feelings never really fade away. But this very evening, being alone with him again got me very horny. My whole body feels alive and I feel a burning sensation in my throat. My body wants to feel his flesh. I am in utter bliss of the flesh. I told myself.
I asked him if I can hold him once again. He said yes. As he got up of his chair, we embraced each other. So tightly. he missed me. We kissed in the mouth passionately. He's always been a good kisser. Our tongue felt each other. The fire inside of him is burning now furiously.
He moved to turned off the lights at the second floor show room. We sat on the bench just outside of his office. There, we talked about how we felt for each other. I lie down on his lap and I can feel his hard manhood pressing my face. He is alive.
I carefully unbutton his shirt. Slowly...one, two, three....until his upper body is exposed. It feels warm. I kissed his pink-hued nipples. I played my tongue around it, and we kissed again. We occasionally stopped to catch our breath, but our eyes are burning with lust for each other. " I cant continue this", he said. " I want you so bad, but I musn't" .
He is married now. I know his young son. I understand his hesitation. But the moment seems right for us, but his reasoning mind keeps him from letting go all the way. He is conflicted. "Tell me to stop", I said. As I kissed him on his lips again. It is soft. And both of us is breathing heavily. "Can I just have a look at it?" as I caressed his bulge over his trouser. " I will not touch it". I said.
He slowly unbuckled his pants and his white brief underwear is the only thing that keeps me away from the one that i'd been missing the most. He slowly pulled down his underwear and his 6 and a half inches cock was never been as proud as before. Erect and nodding towards me, I hold it in my hands ( I did not keep my promise
) The soft creamy skin of its flesh is a contrast to the hardness of its shaft. The head is a bit smaller that the 2 and a half diameter base. It is a beauty to behold.
As I gently caress his thighs, his semen exploded in his hand. I watched as the milky semen popped out of the head and slowly covered his palm. He shivered and closed his eyes for a moment, When he opened it, he looked at me with a sheepish smile.
He is mine again.