Brahim and I went into the bedroom and I shed the robe and crawled into bed. I started to pull the sheet up to cover my body, but Brahim stopped me. "Ed, I want to look at you so I can remember how handsome and beautiful you are all over."
Brahim started to touch my body with his hands and my body was starting to respond. I grabbed his wrist and whispered, "If you're going to be touching my body like that, then I can't guarantee what I might do to you."
Brahim pulled away and shed his robe, "That's what I'm hoping for, Mr. Waller. But for tonight though, let's just cuddle. I think you need to get a good night's rest so you are fresh for tomorrow."
He climbed into bed and I leaned up on my right elbow and started to run the fingers of my left hand over his face and chest to see what Brahim's reaction might be. His penis started to inflate and I went to touch it but he pushed my hand away. "Ed, I'm gay and I'm guessing you are, too. I don't want to have sex for the sake of having sex. I want it to mean something when and if we do have sex. After your assignment is finished here, I'll probably never see you again; so I can't let myself fall in love with you."
I fell back on the bed feeling defeated. Brahim propped himself up on his elbows, "Ed, that doesn't mean we can't cuddle and maybe kiss to see if we have any emotional feelings toward each other. I just don't want us to have slam, bang, thank you man sex. I guess I'm not expressing myself very well."
"Brahim, you're expressing yourself very well. You're saying that our relationship is strictly a business arrangement. You are here as my bodyguard and Allie is our cover. Allie looks enough like me that he could be my son. How can the two of you look so different?"
Brahim laid back on the bed, "Ed, I look like our father. He was fair skinned for an Algerian but he had very dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Our Mother had blond hair and had blue eyes. Most people don't even think that Allie is Algerian. They accuse him of being from the Scandinavian countries."
I sat up again, "Brahim, isn't it unusual for you to be taking care of your brother in the Algerian society? Where are your parents?"
Brahim sat up and put his left hand on my thigh, "Ed, it's like this. My parents married when our Mother was very young. I was the first offspring of their union. My parents had three daughters. One of them died at birth. It was right after Allie was born that a disease hit the small village where we lived and our parents and two sisters died of some mysterious disease."
I was 18 at the time our family died. I needed to make enough money to support Allie and me. There were no jobs in the small village where we lived so I brought Allie to Oran. I was able to get a job at the refinery as a security guard. Because I could speak some English, I was moved into offices and became something like an interpreter when foreigners came to visit because I could also speak some French, German, Spanish, Dutch and a little Italian."
"The promotion gave me the opportunity to buy the small house where we live and make it so we had enough to eat and we stay alive. I made up my mind that I would make sure that Allie would get ahead. He is very intelligent, so I send him to a tutor to learn English. Like I said before, I study with him because it helps me to become better at English."
"Ed, I have known since I was very young that I liked boys and not girls. I have written a story about my early life. I will have to get a copy for you. Maybe you could help me tell people how difficult it is to grow up gay in a Muslim country."
I leaned over and kissed Brahim, "Brahim, I admire you for being as you are. I'm sorry if you felt like I was pushing you into a corner. I just thought that you were interested in sex."
Brahim hugged me, "Ed, I want to have sex with you in the worst way, but the time is not right. Let's go to sleep. I'm sure tomorrow will be a very long day."
We settled into bed after turning out the lights. Brahim rolled toward me and cuddled against my back. I could feel his penis resting against my buttocks. His right arm was draped over my body. It was like I was trapped in his arm. I know it didn't take long for him to go to sleep, because I heard the difference in his breathing patterns.
I was having a difficult time going to sleep. Not only because Brahim was spooning me, but I was reviewing what the papers we had read were saying. My last thought before I went to sleep was, 'Who do these people think I am? James Bond?'
We were awakened the next morning by Allie, "Mr. Waller and Brahim. It's time to get up. It's already six thirty. I'm hungry."
I must have bolted up because I couldn't remember where I was. Allie started to laugh, "Mr. Waller, that's the biggest cock I've ever seen. I hope you didn't hurt Brahim last night."
I guess I must have turned bright red. Both Allie and Brahim were laughing.
I decided to play their game and walked to the bathroom with my penis pointing the way. I turned back, "I guess we won't have time for breakfast this morning. I'll be back in an hour after my shower."
At first Allie and Brahim thought I was serious. Suddenly Brahim realized that I was giving Allie a difficult time. "Allie, get me the room service menu and I'll order us something. Mr. Waller is suffering from jet lag and he can't think straight until he's had his morning coffee."
Brahim and Allie decided what to order and placed the order. Brahim came into the shower with me and made sure I was clean as he had done the day before. I returned the favor. We had just put on our robes when Wahib arrived with our food. He set it on the table and we started to eat. I signed the charge slip and added a tip at the bottom and Wahib bowed as he practically backed out of the suite.
I started to eat the egg dish, "Guys, what is this called? It's like an omelet almost but it's very sweet."
Allie answered, "It's called M'shewsha. It has eggs, some semolina, some flour and some seasoning. The sweet taste is from the honey. It's a cross between and omelet and a pancake. Don't you like it?"
"Allie, I didn't say I didn't like it. It's just very sweet and very filling. I won't need to eat lunch."
Allie threw up his hands, "Mr. Waller, believe me by lunch time you will be starved I bet. What do you want me to call you when we're alone? Mr. Waller sounds so formal and you are too old for me to address by your first name."
I looked at him, "Allah, you may call me whatever you feel comfortable with as long as there isn't anyone else around."
I was reprimanded immediately by Brahim. "Mr. Waller, his name is not Allah. It's actually Alexander Graham Bell Safi. Our Mother was a big fan of movies and she saw a movie about Alexander Graham Bell just before Allie was born. I started to call him Allie so people wouldn't ask questions."
I was embarrassed. "Guys, I'm sorry. Brahim who were you named after? Brahim isn't a common Muslim name."
Brahim answered, "As I said, our Mother was a big movie fan and I was named after a French actor."
We were finishing our meal, I looked at Allie, "Alex, what do you plan to do all day while your sexy brother and I are gone?"
Allie came over and put his arm around me, "Daddy Eddie, I don't know. I guess I'll go look around the street, look at the merchandise and see how much trouble I can get into."
I looked at Bra and he was beside himself, "Would you two stop this messing around? What if someone heard you talking like that? We would be ostracized for sure."
I put my arm around Bra, "Big Boy, we promise we'll be good if others are present."
Allie and Ed listen to me, "After what we read what we did last night, "We can't trust anyone. The people involved in the sabotage are capable of anything. They may even bug this suite, so we have to be extremely careful about what we say when we are in a confined area. In fact, we need to be alert when we are outside, especially you, Ed.
I was getting concerned, "Brahim, is Allie going to be safe here? I don't want him placed in jeopardy because of me."
"Ed, I think if we act as if I am your body guard and driver, Allie will be okay. That is why we need to be careful of what we say after the bad guys know who you are here."
I looked at Brahim, "Give Allie enough money so he can buy a swimming suit and he can swim in the pool. Also give him enough money to buy lunch and anything else he needs. You can always change more money for me later. Allie, if you are in the room, don't let anyone in that you don't know. Brahim, can we trust Wahib?"
"Ed, I think we can trust most of the employees here at the hotel. They have had to go through a tough security screening because they have so many visitors from other countries."
Brahim went to get the dinars that we had. He handed some to Allie, "Allie, just because you have money, doesn't mean you need to spend it. See how long you can make this last. Make sure you don't let anyone see how much you have or they will try to steal it from you."
Allie looked disgusted, "Bra, I know that I have to be careful. I'll make sure people think I'm poor and maybe they will buy me things. I promise I won't beg. I'll just use my eyes and look sad."
I started to laugh, "So, have you been conning me?"
"Dad, that's not even funny. Why would I con you? You've already done too much." Allie hugged me and kissed me and his brother and disappeared into the bathroom. We heard the shower running. Allie came out and got his bag of clothes and so he could get dressed.
When he returned he was wearing jeans and a tee shirt, "Bra, where am I supposed to get our clothes washed? We don't have that many clothes and these are going to get dirty."
I went to get some paper laundry bags that I had seen in the bathroom. Here, we'll put our dirty clothes in these bags. Allie, you write, A.S. on your bag, Brahim can write B.S. and I'll put an E.W. on mine. Wahib will make sure they get laundered and cleaned. They will put the charges on my account."
We put our eating utensils back on the serving tray and covered them. Brahim and I went to get dressed and brush our teeth. As we were leaving, Brahim looked at Allie, "Allie, please don't go too far from the hotel today. I don't know what time we'll be back. We'll eat dinner when we return. You can swim after you get a suit and surely there will be someplace close by where you can get some lunch."
Allie looked at Brahim, "Bra, I won't get into any trouble and I won't bother anyone. I don't know anyone who lives in this area. It seems like a nice area so I don't know how much trouble I can get into."
We hugged Allie as we started to leave. Brahim stopped and made a phone call. "Mr. Waller will be down shortly, please have his car waiting at the entrance."
When we got to the entrance to the hotel, we were met by Mr. Hussein. He opened the door for me as Brahim slid behind the steering wheel. As Mr. Hussein closed the door, he looked at me, "I'll make sure young Master Allie doesn't get into too much trouble, Sir."
As Brahim pulled away, "Brahim, who is Mr. Hussein? He seems to be more than a doorman."
Brahim looked at me in the rear view mirror, "That's very clever of you, Ed. Hussein is one of my security people from the oil refinery. He is completely trustworthy. The money I gave him last night was so that he would make sure that Allie wouldn't get into trouble. He's making more money now than he ever has in his life. He's getting paid by the oil company and the hotel, plus tips. I'll probably have a difficult time trying to get him to come back to work."
As we approached a big oil refinery, Brahim pulled out a badge. "Mr. Waller, please wear this when we are inside the oil refinery facility. You will be receiving your permanent badge once we get your picture taken."
We pulled up to a guarded gate and as soon as the guard saw who was driving the vehicle, he waved us through. Brahim drove to the administrative building and pulled into a visitor slot. He came and opened the door for me and escorted me to the security office where I had my picture taken and I filled out a form with my pertinent information. It was only a matter of minutes before I had my own personal badge. Brahim escorted me to the top floor of the facility and led me to a well appointed conference room.
Brahim made a phone call and people started to arrive and Brahim introduced me to ten men. I had no way to remember their names, but the President, a Mr. Kazan, took charge. "Mr. Waller, thank you for coming. We have been assured by the people in Amsterdam and Houston that if anyone can help us with our problem, you can."
"We have assigned Mr. Safi to not only be your bodyguard but also your interpreter. Many of our employees speak no English. To be honest with you, Sir, we are dealing with some very ruthless people here. They want to make it so that we cannot provide any oil to the western nations. They would rather everyone in this country suffer so that the western nations will also suffer."
'We know that they have already started the slow down process and we are relying on you to find out how we can combat their plan. We have tried to figure out what has been happening but have been unable to do so. Our production rate has been cut nearly in half."
I looked at President Kazan, "Sir, I'll try my best. This will be a new experience for me. I have never been an undercover agent before. Will I have Mr. Safi at my side 24 hours a day to help with the communication difficulties that I am going to experience? I know no Arabic, so I'm going to need all of the help I can get."
President Kazan nodded, "Mr. Waller, you have unlimited resources available to you to enable you to find out what's going on so we can stop the sabotaging that is occurring. If you need to hire additional protection, please do so. I'm sure that Mr. Safi can't be by your side twenty four hours a day. He has a brother that he needs to care for."
I nodded, "Thank you, President Kazan, I would like to have Mr. Safi show me through the facility so I can see the operation first hand. I read the reports you provided last evening and they are stored in a safe at the hotel. As soon as I have any findings, I will report them directly to you, Mr. Kazan."
A gentleman spoke up, "Mr. Waller, you should report your findings to me and I'll take them to President Kazan."
I looked at the gentleman, "Might I ask who you are, Sir."
The gentleman glared at me, "I'm Igor Stransky and I am the head of the Production Department."
I smiled, "Mr. Stransky, my orders said specifically that I was to report directly to President Kazan. Now if you will excuse me, I'd like Mr. Safi to show me through the facility. It was nice meeting you."
Well for sure I don't like Mr. Stransky. I suspect that he is involved in the conspiracy to slow things down. I don't know why I feel that way, but I do. Don't take anything I say too seriously though, because I have no idea what is really going on. It is just a feeling that I have. I think Allie is beginning to think of Ed as a father figure. I noticed he already called him Dad. I really like this story and I am sure it is going to be very exciting. I am ready for the next chapter.
Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher