Close Encounters of the Gay Kind  

BenefitsFriend69 58M/61F
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3/31/2006 1:06 pm

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Close Encounters of the Gay Kind

Close Encounters of the Gay Kind ‒ A Saudi Experience

Summer, 1984

(Cough cough clear throat). Allah Akbar ALLAAAAAAAHHHHH AKBAR!!! Babble blabble babble babble.

What the FUCK is THAT? Where is that coming from??? I sat bolt upright in my bed and looked at my watch. 4:45, A.M. I think. Where am I? Am I dreaming? Huh??? Okay. That’s Arabic. Oh yeah. It all started flooding back.

The flight to Germany to see my friend on the way to this new chapter in my life. The flight to Riyadh the next day. Tons of whiskey on the plane. Reeking of alcohol going through customs in a dry, Islamic country. Getting strip-searched and barely being able to eat the big piece of hash I bought in Germany before they took me in the little room. I had the hash sitting unwrapped in my pocket, just in case something like this happened. As the smelly little butt fucker led me to the little room to get his jollies by stripping me, I managed to get it out of my pocket and act like I coughed, swallowing it whole, with my gum, heart racing out of my chest. Had I not pulled that off, I’d be waking up in a jail cell for a long, long time.

Now, here I lie, in my bed in the Lockheed compound, still stoned out of my mind from eating that 5-gram piece of hash. Semi-hallucinating. I looked out the window. The sun was just rising: a strange, hot, dusty twilight that only exists in a city-desert at this time of morning. I stared in astonishment at the massive marble minaret, a mere 200 feet from my window. The speakers were massive, obviously designed to fuck with the infidel westerners in the compound next door. And my villa was right on the edge of the compound facing the mosque. Fuck! Is this gonna happen every morning? Prayer call.

I got out of bed and found coffee. Ahhh… I hadn’t even met my British Geordie roommate yet; he was out when I got in. I was sure he wouldn’t mind. I showered forever, and started to come around. Damn, what have I gotten myself into here? Will the money be worth it? Surreal doesn’t even come close.

(Fast forward six months)

“So Cheen, what do you do for, you know, this?” He made a simulated fucking motion, with an invisible set of hips in his hand. “Your wife is not here, you must want this very bad! And you are a very pretty boy.” He grinned a lecherous, wide-toothed, hairy mustached grin.

Lieutenant Rafia was a short, round man who was a member of the Royal Family. He got a commission in the Saudi Air Force after doing a two-year degree at a community college in California. His English was pretty good, but he didn’t know jack shit about computers. He had two wives, but he really liked men. Especially young white men like me (at the ripe age of 25). And, little did I know, I should’ve grown some facial hair before landing there. I’m not sure how he fathered his children, but he certainly had his preferences.

My job was to test, and then demonstrate the software my company was writing for acceptance by the Saudi Air Force. I had to get it by Rafia, so he could approve it for payments to our company. Needless to say, this was a pretty important thing to my management.

“Ah come on Rafia, we’ve talked about this before. I do okay, thanks.” Fuck, NOW I see what women have to go through in jobs, even in western countries. This is not pretty. “Can we move on to the next function now? This is the Oxygen/Liquid Oxygen (OX/LOX) replacement tracking module. We really need to get moving. Now, if you click here, it brings up the status screen…”

Rafia moved his chair closer to mine. Like most Arab men in this country, he didn’t bathe often and wore women’s perfume to cover it. His smell was starting to overwhelm me, and I felt my bile rise. Even after six months, I still couldn’t get used to these smells. Especially that third-world bathroom smell, where they all wash five times a day before prayers. He put his hand on my leg, tapped, and grinned. “Cheen, Cheen, Cheen. We will have time for this testing! I am sure it will work fine. Please, now, tell me what you do for this.” Simulated fucking motion again. Grin.

I moved away but his hand was still there. It moved up, closer to my unit. I pushed his hand off. “Listen Rafia, that is a very personal thing okay? And besides, I only like women. How many times do I have to tell you this?”

“My friend, my friend. ALL men have some liking men in them! It is okay!” The hand went back. “So, you have come here to make money right? How much to fuck you Cheen? One thousand Riyals.” (Note, about $300).

“Jesus Rafia, come on. I don’t do this!”

“5000 Riyals? 10,000? How much? I have money my friend!” Now, I started to think about it. Ya know, just put some Novocain in my butt and close my eyes and when it’s over, a year’s salary! But no, that wouldn’t be the deal. I’d be his little white bitch boy. Who knows, he may want to share me with his buddies. Nope.

“Listen Rafia. You do not have enough money to fuck me. Your family does not have enough money for you to fuck me. The whole damn kingdom of Saudi Arabia does not have enough money for you to fuck ME Rafia. So stop!” Now I was getting pissed. Contract or no contract, he was not gonna fuck me.

Rafia stood up, and grinned. “Ah, I see, okay my friend. I must go now.”

Me: “Wait, we were supposed to get through the OX/LOX module today! Les will be pissed! The schedule is already slipped a week!”

Rafia: “Insh-Allah (God willing), bukara (tomorrow) my friend. Or perhaps another day.” And he turned and walked out. As he left, Les (my VP and signer of my paychecks and bonuses) walked in. He and Rafia shook hands.

Les, stressed and nervous, came over to the demo area where I was still sitting, amazed, trying to process what just happened. “So Gene, how’s it going? What’s the status? Did you finish the OX/LOX module? Did he approve? Why is he leaving so soon, it’s only 1:30! Did something break???? This fuckin’ release is supposed to be tight! If something broke I’ll have that developer’s ass!!!”

Me: “Um, no. Nothing broke Les. We didn’t finish it.”

Les” “Well why the fuck NOT????? We have a $250,000 interim payment waiting on this module! Jesus Christ Gene WHAT THE HELL IS THE FUCKING PROBLEM?”

Me: “We gotta talk Les. Let’s to your office.”

runzwithknives 61F

3/31/2006 1:59 pm

You are a cutie, G. But wondering how the hell do you manage to get into these situations? We need to talk, my friend...LMOA. Enjoyed this.


BenefitsFriend69 replies on 4/2/2006 3:32 pm:
Thanks Rosa, you're not too bad yourself! Yeah, I do end up in these situations a lot. Perhaps the Universe is trying to tell me something..

rm_Bct2Esi 52M/52F
1375 posts
3/31/2006 8:36 pm

Well I don't think I would have went through with it either

I also wanted to let you know have been tagged [post 286814] hahahaha

hugs and smiles sweetie

ps no tag backs, go read the rules...hahahaha

BenefitsFriend69 replies on 4/2/2006 3:33 pm:
Damn, tagged again... Now what?

warmandsexy52 66M
13164 posts
4/1/2006 10:32 am

It's one thing making a pass, but I'm appalled by the offering of money!

There is a tradition going back to antiquity in the middle east of separating a sexual relationship for pleasure from one purely to produce children.

My guess is you weren't in line for producing a son and heir!

BenefitsFriend69 replies on 4/2/2006 3:37 pm:
I later realized that some of the nurses working there were making a LOT of money at the oldest profession, even more than at their day jobs.

I also later found out that in the mid east, you're not considered gay of you're the "fucker." Only the one on the receiving end is considered gay. So you can be a straight man and still get some boy ass, as long as you don't take it. Obviously I woulda been the receiever LOL!

Are ya sure that tradition is only in the mid east?

saddletrampsk 55F

4/2/2006 8:16 pm

Didn't wanna lose your chocolate cherry to the arab dude..did you tell him Koss omek ya manayak? I love swearing in Arabic, I dated a young Lebanese guy a couple of years ago and I learned alot about the middle east as well as swearing..and how to get what I wanted in bed....Elhas kossy..

Great post..

BenefitsFriend69 replies on 4/3/2006 8:00 am:
Shookran siddiq! Now, how do ya say "I wanna bite that nipple" in Arabic? LOL

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