Eddy's Life Stories

[Yas1950]

Part III - My relationships & encounters after marriage (cont'd)

New job; new life

I knelt on the carpet continually sobbing and moaning the pain I felt on being left alone. I was there for a considerable length of time. When I tried to get up my legs were all cramped up and I took a few more minutes to recover.

I dragged myself up and slowly limped over to the phone and dialled the number of the hotel. The operator paged for J-P but there was no response. He tried the room, there was only Voicemail.

Angry and disappointed, I slammed the phone down. I went into the bathroom and washed my face but didn't bother to shower. I put on my street clothes and rushed down from my apartment to the street, jumped into a cab and rushed over to the hotel.

I got into the hotel lobby and as calmly as I could asked the receptionist on duty, Mohan if J-P was around. He said he was sorry but J-P had already left for Jeddah and Mohan pulled a letter that J-P had left for me from under his counter.

I hurried to a quiet corner of the coffee lounge just a few quick steps from the reception desk. I nervously tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter that J-P had left me. It wasn't that long but the message was precise.

He apologised for just walking out without saying goodbye. He did it for two purposes. Firstly he knew that if he stayed and tried to say good-bye to me, we'd end up making love again and that would have delayed him and made leaving that much more difficult. Secondly, he knew that I would be upset and hope that it would spur me to hate and forget him. (It was so much easier for him to put it in words but how do you hate someone who has had a close, continuous and very intimate relationship with you?)

He went on to say that he cherished our relationship and that he would always love me. He also thanked me from taking him away from the clutches of his Saudi 'sponsor'. (The guy who was abusing him got tired of not being able to seek his services, because J-P was uncontactable due to spending lots of his time with me. He just gave up on him.

J-P ended his one page letter saying he would never forget me. He told me that it would be better for our respective careers to end the relationship 'cold turkey'. It would be painful but hopefully we'd get over it. He also declared his undying love for me but did not even invite me to visit him in Jeddah.

I took a deep breath and held back my tears even though I felt my eyes reddening and hot. The waiter brought me a Turkish coffee which I had ordered earlier and walked away. I thought about going after J-P at the hotel in Jeddah, but he had not encouraged me to visit him. Fate had struck a cruel blow to me. I had just been sucker-punched and was out for the count!

I slowly sipped at my Turkish coffee, left the payment with a tip on the table and got up to leave. Then I spotted my boss walking in with a guest towards the lifts.The Sheikh was speaking animatedly to this Caucasian guy who looked a bit upset too. I collapsed back into my corner of the Coffee Lounge to make myself less visible.

Oh my God!!! So pre-occupied with my brain in my crotch I had forgotten all about our Principal visiting from the States. The boss had gone to pick him up from the airport and was now entertaining him all alone. On top of that thru our numerous dealings, Roger had been more of a friend to our organization than a supplier/vendor.

My boss would be furious with me and I would be facing the sack. This was my first time disappointing the boss like that. I wonder how he would take it. With all these thoughts about my career going thru my head I just lost all thoughts of J-P for the moment. I thought of rushing over to greet them and pretend that I was supposed to meet Roger at the hotel lobby but then I was inappropriately attired and I did not have the meeting notes which were in my briefcase back at my apartment.

When I saw that they had entered the lift, I knew that they were going up to the small meeting room at the Regency Lounge, which was fairly quiet at that time of day. I rushed over to Mohan at Reception and asked if he could lend me some business-wear from some of the other hotel executives or even clean stuff from the laundry. I explained my predicament. Mohan nodded as if he knew that I would owe him big-time for this favour. He picked up the phone to the laundry and rattled off inTamil to his colleagues in the laundry. After some time, he hung up, looked up at me and smiled that I was in luck.

He left the reception to the 2 other Filipino junior receptionists and guided me thru a maze for staff access in the 'pits' of the hotel. His colleague held up a long-sleeved grey shirt and dark-coloured pants. I thanked him and promised that I would return the stuff as soon as my meeting was over.

I slipped out of my street clothes and put on my clothes and the two Indian guys giggled and continued rattling away. I was too lost in my own thoughts of cooking up an excuse to bother about them.

When I looked in the small mirror, I looked decent enough. I asked Mohan to guide me back to the hotel lifts (not the service lifts).

I got out on the Regency Floor and rushed over to Sheikh Ahmed and Roger and apologised profusely because I had just come from the doctor. I whispered to Roger that I was recovering from a hangover and he laughed.

My boss asked me where my meeting notes were and I said I had absent-mindedly left them behind and that I would borrow his. The two of them seemed kinda calm and less animated than when I saw them a little earlier. I knew that my job was safe for now. How this meeting ended up would determine my future.

The 'bargaining' over quantities we would order for the next financial year was a sore point and we had a hard time hammering home our point. Roger had started out by insisting we increase our indent by 30%; we said no. Our purchases of 8200 washing machines and 12700 fridges the last year was quite huge for the Saudi market. They were almost sold out.

We offered an increase of about 10%, because we had recently appointed two new dealers who were new in the market. I told Roger that if these new guys proved their worth, we would go up another 2 to 6 points on our order. Roger hesitated but I told him 'C'mon man, you're the owner, you can do it.' Roger, after some thought came back with a counter of 20% flat.

Off the top of my head, I proposed to him that we'd stick to our figure but would be interested to bring him into the Kuwait operations which was headed by Sheikh Ahmed's younger brother, Sheikh Ibrahim. I even offered to go with him to make an initial introduction.

On hearing this, Roger agreed to our proposal. We all shook hands on this and Roger said that he would prepare the Purchase order for the Sheikh to sign.

Previously I had always accompanied Sheikh Ahmed when he was visiting his brother at least once a month in Kuwait. Whenever I was in Kuwait, in my spare time, I would go into the streets or the hotels to show people an old picture Mustafa had left with me. I was never successful. A couple of times some people made as if they knew him but then they finally shook their heads and said they did not know him though they might have seen him around town.

This time I was with Roger and we were going to be staying at the Sheraton even tho the Carlton was above Sheikh Ibrahim's HQ, but then it was a bit run-down and poorly maintained.

To be continued.....

[Crumplerboi]

Holla Abang Yas :clap:

Ohh my the starting of your story. I can vividly feel your pain and sadness

*hugs abang* hope everything turns out well.

I have a feeling somewhere you will meet Mustafa but nahx, will wait patiently

to see if what i feel is right.

Meanwhile waiting for your next chapter

Cheers Abang

[Yas1950]

Part III - My relationships & encounters after marriage (Cont'd)

New job; new life (XIV)

I know the question on readers' lips.

No!! I did not have an encounter with Roger who had already indicated long ago that he was a homophobe. I did not tell him I was gay and as far as I know, most of my colleagues also did not know tho some may have had suspicions.

Roger and I were simply close business associates but my loyalty was still to my employers.

I was having a light snack with Roger at our hotel and chatting and congratulating each other for a good negotiation in Saudi and now in Kuwait.

Suddenly from across the coffee shop a voice called out to me by name. I turned and stared at a man wearing a Kuwaiti dishdasha (white long shirt) and the Arab head dress with trimmed beard, slightly heavy-set and grinning. He had 2 boys with him and the eyes looked familiar. As he moved closer, he looked familiar and I stood up to enquire who he was and how he knew me.

The moment he laughed and asked if I remembered, the voice and the laughter gave him away. It was Mustafa! I shook his hand vigorously and we embraced the Arab way - arms around each other's shoulders and air-kissing each other's cheeks (twice on either side). I turned around to introduce him to Roger and we invited him and his sons to join us for a drink.

He said he had to bring his sons home and asked for my room no., promising to call me later that evening to chat.

I ended up telling Roger about Mustafa's visit years back as a hitch-hiker who was supposed to cycle around the world. I left out the details of our relationship. I was glad that Roger's suite was on a higher floor as I only occupied a deluxe room on a lower floor. In case Mustafa visited, then Roger would not be aware of Mustafa's visit and would not ask any questions nor suspicions.

My mind drifted away momentarily about my times with Mustafa all those years ago and I was not really listening when Roger was rambling on. But I was rudely brought back when a waiter dropped a tray of drinks at the next table.

Roger and I continued our chat about life in Kuwait and Saudi. The weather in Saudi was both extremes - either too hot in the summer or too cold in winter. Lifestyle in Saudi was bearable as I was travelling quite often with the Sheikh. I had gotten used to the attitudes and the behaviours of the Saudis, especially. One had to be as aggressive as they were otherwise they would 'eat u for breakfast'.

I learned the art of negotiation and bargaining from my boss and he nearly always won. The odd times he would give in would be when he needed a person's favour the next time around.

Roger started to yawn because he was wanting to go back to his room for his nightly tipple before bed. I took the hint and suggested we settle in for the night.

As I was getting ready for my shower, I had stripped down and was standing buck naked when the phone rang. I just took the call and it was Mustafa on the end of the line.

He told me he could not come over as his wife wanted him to run errands that night but promised to do so the next day. My half-erect cxxk immediatley deflated and I hung up in anger. I just walked into the shower and as I lathered up my mind again flew back to the brief encounters with Mustafa back home.

I started to sport another erection and was rock hard when I soaped my rod up. I slowly wanked my tool till it became rock hard and throbbed before I shot a reasonable load of spunk. It had been almost ten days after J-P 'walked out' and I was so bz with work that I simply had no time to think about him.

I finished my shower, dried up and walked into the room to hear the phone ring again. I picked it up and Mustafa asked me why I had hung up. He wanted to chat a bit more before running errands. I said I was going to shower and I didn't hear the phone ring again.

I was also wondering how this second act with Mustafa would play out. Would it be the same as before or would it be better or how would things turn out as he was already married.

To be continued.....

Edited December 11, 2012 by Yas1950

[marky]

Dr Yasmin!! You are finally back!! So great to see you posting your story again! Actually I do have a question for you but it isn't whether you did it with Roger. I was wondering what Turkish coffee was and whether we could try it together someday near your working place

[Yas1950]

Thanks for the welcome back here. Trust you enjoyed the latest

episodes and that you are well.

Sure Mark, I look forward to meeting you near my place.

Turkish coffee is beans ground to make coffee the Turkish way.

The coffee powder mix is ground with spices and the coffee is

served in small cups (like Espresso) and full of coffee powder.

Its an acquired taste; you can have it without sugar like moi or

less sugar or normal sugar.

Its gonna keep u awake for sure. Also contains quite a lot of the

coffee residue as the server does not use a strainer. U have to sip it

after the coffee has settled so that the residue may leave a

black film on your teeth.

[Crumplerboi]

Holla Abang Yas & marky :clap:

Ehh Coffee without me how could you marky hahah kidding :yuk:

do you have Tea instead Dr Yasmin ? If i have black film on

my teeth would the doctor clean it out hahaha

[Yas1950]

Holla Abang Yas & marky :clap:

Ehh Coffee without me how could you marky hahah kidding :yuk:

do you have Tea instead Dr Yasmin ? If i have black film on

my teeth would the doctor clean it out hahaha

Hey Crumpy

Coffee, Tea or Me? Better choices. LOL......

What I meant to say was the coffee grounds and not actual black

film on the teeth. But if you want me to help u clean I don't mind

using my 'brush' on your teeth. LOL.......

I think by now you and Mark know that I have been away from BW these past few

days as I had some personal issues to sort out. And no, I have not met Mark for

coffee yet.

I'll be back by and by.

Take care and thanks for your cotinued interest.

Edited December 18, 2012 by Yas1950

[Yas1950]

Part III - My relationships & encounters after marriage (cont'd)

New job; new life (XV)

Mustafa continued to talk to me and wanted me to meet him for lunch the next day. I explained to him that I could not and that I was busy with Roger. I could note a tinge of jealousy and disappointment. I further explained that I was an employee of Sheikh Ahmad and his brother and had to justify the salary I earned. That sort of calmed him.

I promised Mustafa that I would call him again, now that I had his number, to let him know when I could see him. I hung up and dried my hair and got ready for bed.

When I finally got into bed, I tossed and turned because I was trying to work my schedule in my mind on how I could work out some time in my bz schedule to make time for Mustafa. The Sheikh was not a problem as he was staying at his brother's place. It was our obligation to Roger which I was concerned about.

Talk about perfect timing. The times when I was alone I could not find Mustafa. Now I was there for some important work-related matters, Mustafa just dropped in front of me without my making any effort to look for him.

I tried to close my eyes to go to sleep but I still tossed and turned. I began to think of the good sex I had with Mustafa previously and my fingers wandered down to my groin and on to my little ass opening.

I sucked on my middle finger and returned it down there and slowly played with my little opening. With my other hand I fiddled and twiddled with my little nipples. These actions and thoughts brought about another erection and very soon I was again jerking myself with all those lewd thoughts of my previous sexual encounters with Mustafa.

I was in lust and utterly shameless. The way I had given myself to him previously proved I was a slut but I was never ever in love with him. I was more in it for the physical sex. He had blamed me for not writing to him but what good was there in writing to him? It did not satisfy my sexual desires nor my wantonness.

On reflection, when he did not hear from me why did he not write to me himself to find out?

I had, for the moment, forgotten about J-P. I was preoccupied with my sexual desires and I continued to slowly stroke my dick so that I would not cum immediately. I wanted the feeling to go on and on even though I was half asleep. I turned round to reach out for the bottle of baby lotion and poured on a generous glob onto my by now, stone-hard organ. It was cool to the touch and I spread it all around my shaft and then resumed stroking. My other hand was still fiddling my tight anus (hadn't been shafted for some time) and since my fingers had some of the lotion on it, I slowly pried it open and shoved one finger in folllowed by two.

My fingers worked their way in and out of my anus, the warm friction spurred on my wanking and soon I was blowing another load. It shot up and landed on my stomach and my thighs. My spunk was slowly trickling onto the bed, so I hurriedly reached out for the tissue box and pulled out three pieces of tissue to clean off my sperm.

I must have been very tired and soon my heavy eyelids shut tight and I fell asleep till the morning sun shone through the window. I only discovered after I awoke from my deep sleep. My hand was still clutching the tissues and I felt the stickiness of my spunk on my thigh and chest, and my legs were wide apart.

Next minute the phone by my bed rang and it was Roger telling me to meet him downstairs for breakfast. I lazily rolled off the bed and got up to have a quick shower before joining him.

Over breakfast, Roger said that he had to go to Bahrain for another few days of business meetings and since his job in Kuwait had accomplished its purpose, he wanted to leave that very day. I told him that we could make the bookings at the office later on.

We finished breakfast and proceeded to the office. I immediately strode into the boss's office and spoke to the secretary Layla to book the first available flight for Roger to Bahrain. I handed her the open ticket for her convenience.

Layla was an Arab lady of Lebanese origin. In the Middle East, only Saudi Arabia did not allow ladies to work in an office with men nor allow them to drive cars. She was, like most Arab women, hot but built like a Russian Tank. Tall, fat and big all over. You could not tell the difference between her breasts, her belly or her rump - like a barrel. You could see it in her eyes that she was a nympho. She had the hots for everybody in the office including yours truly but she was a nice, kind and helpful lady. She was one of Shaikh Ibrahim's many long-serving loyal servants. A real darling.

I was never attracted to Layla physically but I always looked upon her like a sister. Whenever I came over from Saudi, I would bring her small gifts or some chocolates for her kids because she was always very kind and helpful to me. Once when I was alone with her in the office because everybody else had gone to attend a funeral, I was just chatting with her across her desk.

She came over and sat next to me and rubbed my thigh asking me if I liked her. I said yes and before I knew it she had undone my zipper and pulled out my little dick (somehow looking at her size I felt intimidated and small in all aspects) and wanked me. When she got me hard, she stood up pulled up her thigh-length skirt, pulled her knickers down and sat down on my dick which slid in easily because she was big down there and all wet and slick. I was in shock.

She was in control of 'raping me'. When she cummed before I did, she rocked the chair so hard, the chair fell backwards and she found herself on top of me. It was a good thing no one else was in the office. Imagine the sight of a scrawny guy, me, pinned onto a fallen chair with a hotty Mama on top of him. It would have been the office scandal of the century and also would have made the headlines in the Kuwaiti newspapers. My cxxk shrivelled up and slipped out of her wet, slick hole and she got up panting, her hair all over the place, then she said, "I think you don't like me". I struggled to get up and I told her to straighten her dress and hair before I sat her down to explain to her. She had started to weep by then.

I explained that I liked her but not in a sexual way. I liked her as a person and I had to respect her boss and the other office workers and not do such things with her. Furthermore my cxxk shrivelling up was more because of the shock and pain resulting from falling off the chair. It had nothing to do with my not liking her.

I then emphasised that this was not to happen again because then I would lose all respect for her. If she wanted me to respect and like her as a person this would be the first and last sexual encounter, ever!

She stopped crying, nodded her head to indicate she understood, then I stood up to kiss her on the forehead to tell her that I still respected her like a sister.

Sorry I have digressed. Back to the original story.

Layla called the travel agent and found a Gulf Air flight that afternoon going to Bahrain and confirmed it. I took the ticket back to Roger together with the printout which the agent had faxed over to the office and told Roger that maybe he should go back to the hotel to pack, check out before coming back to the office to say his good bye to both my bosses.

Later, I accompanied him to the airport to see him off and then got back to my hotel as there was nothing else for me to do at the office.

From my room I called Layla at the office to say that I was not coming back and if the bosses needed me they could call my room. Meantime I also proceeded to call Mustafa's number to speak with him.

When he came on the line, he sounded grouchy as I must have woken him up from his afternoon nap. I asked him if he was free to see me that night. That perked him up a bit.

To be continued.....

Edited December 18, 2012 by Yas1950

[Yas1950]

Part III - My relationships & encounters (cont'd)

New job; new life (XVI)

Mustafa agreed to meet me for dinner that evening at around 8. He suggested a small Chinese Restaurant a short walk

from my hotel.

I decided to have a short nap before the 'dinner date'. At around 6 I was awoken by the urgent ringing of the telephone beside my bed. It was Mustafa and he was at the lobby. He asked if he could come up and I told him to give me 5 minutes to wash up.

I brushed my teeth and splashed water on my face to be wide awake. I pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and stode to the door.

Mustafa came to the door and knocked. I opened the door to let him in. Soon as the door was closed, Mustafa grabbed me from behind and I could feel the familiar erection throbbing hard on my bum. I struggled free and told him to cool down. It had been too long and both of us were not single anymore.

I led the way into the room and made some tea for us to drink as we chatted more about what had been happening these 20 odd years. It was not very detailed but the gist of our marital statuses; the family we each started; work and so on.

I told him I had been in and out of Kuwait so many times and asked around about him but hardly anyone knew him. This time when we stumbled upon each other, I had not had the time to look for him. Its a goddam miracle.

He moved closer to me on the sofa and put his arms around my shoulders and said he was still horny for me. I asked him if it was just his lust talking or what?

He told me he really missed me and always dreamt of our times together in Singapore even after he got married. He even said that when he was making love to his wife, who had grown quite oversized after 5 kids, he would most times close his eyes and imagine it was me he was making love to. I found that hard to believe because as far as I knew Middle Eastern Arabs hardly expressed feelings of love openly.

Hemoved to kiss me, I pulled back and put an arm up. I said that we should go for dinner first. He begged and pleaded with me that he needed to make love to me once before dinner. I tried hard to resist.

He lifted his long white shirt off revealing his white t-shirt underneath with thick white boxers. His dong was pressing hard and almost tenting the boxers. He grew harder and a little longer and I saw the head of his circumcised penis peeping out of the bottom of the boxers.

He pulled off his t-shirt and sat back on the sofa with only his boxers on. His pleading eyes and smile almost melted my resistance. I still did not relent.

When I saw a little bit of pre-cum trickle out of his tool, I began to feel the familiar stirring in my groin. I started to get a hard-on. Slowly I leaned forward and pulled out his familiar love-tool and I stroked him. It felt hard and warm and oh so familiar.

I wanked and tugged him very slowly and then when I bent down to kiss the tip, he immediately pushed me down and jabbed his cxxk violently into my mouth. It slipped into my throat. As I was unprepared, his tool hit the back of my throat and I gagged. He held onto my hair and it hurt me but I was stuck in that position and when he humped my face, I gagged a few more times and then threw up - some on his boxers and the rest on the sofa.

This was a sign. We were not destined to get back together. Mustafa cursed and swore and his penis shrivelled; he lost his erection. Before he got up to wash up, he slapped me across the face. I was rocked back and fell on the carpeted floor.

Mustafa was still cursing in Arabic as he walked to the bathroom to wash up. He managed to clean off the vomit from his thigh and boxers. I just sat on the floor to wait for him to get out of the bathroom before I cleaned up.

After I had managed to clean myself fairly well, as I was emrging from the bathroom, I heard the door slam and Mustafa was gone. I said thank God for that. Mustafa just wanted to fxxk me because I was available. He wasn't interested in a relationship. He just wanted an alternative fxxkhole and I happened to be available.

But the way he approached me had been such a turn-off and my throwing up was a blessing in disguise. Good riddance I say.

I called housekeeping to come clean up the mess. I apologised to the guy who came to clean up and tipped him well, telling him that I was sick. But he saw two tea cups and maybe he guessed what happened with my visitor. He also asked me about the red marks across my face. But I didn't answer him.

After the guy left I walked over to take a shower before calling my boss to say that I would be coming to the villa for dinner and to send the driver for me.

That was the end of my involvement with Mustafa. He tried calling me a couple of times and I had instructed the operator to screen my calls and I never talked to Mustafa ever again.

To be continued.....

[robin]

Enjoying your story. Thank you, Yas...

Edited December 19, 2012 by robin

[Yas1950]

Enjoying your story. Thank you, Yas...

Its all thanks to you. I have taken your advice and tried

my best to present my life with more story-content compared

to sexual-content. Glad you approve.

Thanks again for the constructive feedback.

Cheers Bro.

[Crumplerboi]

Holla Abang Yas :clap:

Ohh my the office rendezvous with the lady. Woo Hoo sounds erotic. I can so imagine how she unzip you and sat on you :yuk:

And reading bout Mus, the way he treated you. As though like you mentioned he wanted an alternative F Hole

I feel you bang, well at least you screen him outta ya life. Correct me if am wrong or eventually you both met again ?

Haha well enjoy reading your story much bang. See ya around soon and have a great week ahead aite

Aaron

[marky]

Gosh, I wonder what got into Mustafa... How did he turn into such an impatient person upon entering your room...

Den again, wen I read dat part where even dat Layla wanna bonk with you I told myself "that's it! I must meet abang yasmin too!!" hahaha...

Hey there Yasmin! Allow me to take dis opportunity to thank you and let you know tis been my pleasure knowing you and i njoyed our regular correspondence. I look forward to having Turkish coffee with you and Crumpyboi someday. And meantime, may you have a merry christmas with all your loved ones.

Cheers!

Marky

Xmas 2012

[Yas1950]

Holla Abang Yas :clap:

Ohh my the office rendezvous with the lady. Woo Hoo sounds erotic. I can so imagine how she unzip you and sat on you :yuk:

And reading bout Mus, the way he treated you. As though like you mentioned he wanted an alternative F Hole

I feel you bang, well at least you screen him outta ya life. Correct me if am wrong or eventually you both met again ?

Haha well enjoy reading your story much bang. See ya around soon and have a great week ahead aite

Aaron

Gosh, I wonder what got into Mustafa... How did he turn into such an impatient person upon entering your room...

Den again, wen I read dat part where even dat Layla wanna bonk with you I told myself "that's it! I must meet abang yasmin too!!" hahaha...

Hey there Yasmin! Allow me to take dis opportunity to thank you and let you know tis been my pleasure knowing you and i njoyed our regular correspondence. I look forward to having Turkish coffee with you and Crumpyboi someday. And meantime, may you have a merry christmas with all your loved ones.

Cheers!

Marky

Xmas 2012

Thanks guys for your responses. Hearty Xmas Greetings (a little late; but there's 12 days of Xmas so its ok, right?) & Happy New Year Bros. Hope 2012 was good; and 2013 will be even better for us all. I pray for Love, Peace & Happiness for us all.

@ Crumpy: The office girl was a typical Arab nympho. Its not bcos she liked me or anything. She didn't know about my sexual orientation. Mus was no big loss. I don't think my desire nor my feelings for him were that strong to cry over the loss. It gave me closure on that chapter in my life and I was strong enough to be able to walk away from it without even any scars.

@ Marky: Mus only had one thing on his mind. He wrote it out very clearly when he started on me. Like I told Crumpy. Once the battle lines were drawn, the message and his intentions were clearer than clear. In a way I was glad for this and I managed to write him off (outa my life!).

Sorry you have the impression that I am a desirable creature; I promise you I am not (especially nowadays). That was a long time ago. Anyways, I did not fancy her nor did I enjoy that rather painful (almost comical) sexual encounter.

Guys: Thanks for being my friends (bosom buddies even); Other more personal stuff, I'll answer in a PM to you guys individually.

CHEERS!!!!!

Hope you both had a restful yet cheerful celebration over Xmas time.

Ciao!!!

[Yas1950]

SEASON'S GREETINGS AND A HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL MEMBERS.

I PRAY THE NEW YEAR 2013 & BEYOND WILL BRING ABOUT

MORE OF LOVE, PEACE & HAPPYNESS TO US ALL

AND LESS OF THE TRAGEDIES & CALAMATIES OF THE YEARS PAST.

AND TO THE MODS & OWNERS OF THIS GROUP, I'VE ENJOYED MY

TIME HERE IN BLOWING WIND AND HOPE TO CONTINUE CONTRIBUTING MORE!!

I AM ALSO GRATEFUL FOR THE RESPECT AND ADVICE GIVEN ON MY 'WORK' IN

THIS FORUM.

CHEERS EVERYONE!

YAS

[Yas1950]

Part (IV) Relationships & Encounters after marriage

Same job; new life (The final chapter)

Not that I was brave or brash or anything so self-centred or arrogant; nor am I trying to come across as one who has a strong will and cold-heart. I had to Man up!

The truth is I managed to write-off Mustafa and have some closure to this chapter in my life. Then as I sat down and reminisced I found that I was able to write-off Jean-Pierre (J-P). Whenever I went to Jeddah for work, I would stay at some other hotel other than the Hyatt. He had his reasons for walking out, I had read his note and I empathised with J-P.

My only issue left in my multiple relationships was Don.

However, where Don was concerned, we both maintained a good friendship. No words were spoken; no referring back to the 'reference library of our lives together'. We just maintained a respect to each other's family and refrained from resuming a sexual relationship. The mutual respect was overpowering. We loved our own families too much.

I did not even ever ask Don if he cruised around nor did he ask me if I ever had any other encounters. As far as I was concerned I joined the old school that barked out: "If you need to get your rocks off, pay, fxxk, walk away & forget!" Sounds cruel/cold but kinder. You walk away with the minimum amount of guilt only to your own family.

While in the Middle East, I only ever had brief affairs with two others. One was a Filipino masseur, Tony who used to visit me in my hotel in Kuwait (for paid sex) and the other was a Greek Cypriot, Peter, whom I became friends with when I visited one of our dealers in Jeddah.

From day one when we started our sexual trysts, Peter and I sort of laid the ground rules for each other. We were NOT to be emotionally attached. It was getiing together whenever either of us were available - in Jeddah or Riyadh.

In a flash years had passed and one day in 1982, I got a call from my family saying my Dad was seriously ill and asking for me. All this time in my regular telexes home, I did not have an inkling into how serious his health issues were. I only knew he had on a pacemaker for his heart and that he was under good medical care.

I spoke with my bosses and thanked them for the opportunity to work for them. I needed to get back asap to take over from Dad the day to day running of his business. The bosses in Riyadh and Kuwait were very sad to lose my services, but I had promised them that should my services be required whenever they had any negotiations to tackle in South-East Asia or the Far East, I would be available.

With that promise, they reluctantly let me leave. I got home a month before Dad sadly passed away in July of 1982.

It was a good thing that he had passed on all important matters to me during the one month. There were other small details I had to learn from scratch by going thru all the files. Luckily all the reliable suppliers and trusted customers knew me when I worked with Dad previously before going to the Mid-East. They all co-operated and helped me thru my difficult times.

My former bosses on hearing of my Dad's passing (their 'Brother') immediately called up and rallied behind me with promise of financial assistance if I needed any. To this day, I have not asked for one cent but I have always put that away in my KIV shelf in case of need.

Business was good in the 80s. It was much easier with not too much Red Tape & the least amount of IT. I handled business with reliable and trustworthy staff and everything seemed like a bed of roses. Also expenses and goods were much cheaper then.

I still went to Thailand. I still met up with my ladyboy friends. I still had my fun right up to the end of the 90s. Family was still important. Those days of fun was whenever I needed to have some R & R away from the family.

In between, I had brief encounters with some people locally. But they never lasted. Its not that it was not good; its mainly because of my personal family, social and business commitments I could not afford to prolong it. My health issues these last few years had also had a part in curtailing my activities - cruising and massage.

My life has not been that colourful but I think interesting.

I am not attractive but have been just 'lucky' and maybe vulnerable that these encounters happened. Maybe right time; right place? Who knows? But it happened and I am richer from the experiences.

There has been some pain sometimes; but I went into this life with my eyes open and don't have any regrets. I worked hard; played hard; played safe and lived to tell my life's experiences. That's important.

Here thus is the end of my life's stories to date. Every now and again, when I am able to, I will write on my brief encounters to share with you guys how these brief encounters went in a new thread.

I thank you all for reading and commenting on my stories and I am also grateful for the few valuable friendships I have made from these along the way. Here it is only appropriate that I give a special shout out to Marky, Crumplerboi and Robin for their encouragement and the Moderators & owners of this Forum for their patience and support.

The End

Edited December 26, 2012 by Yas1950

[robin]

Hi Yas,

I had a long day & was about to go to bed when I saw an update to your thread & was delighted! But after reading & realizing it was your last chapter, it sonehow also bring a sense of closure in my heart for year 2012.

Thank you for your interesting & wonderful story, I really enjoyed it. Hope to read more stories from you in the future

Have a blessed upcoming year...

[Crumplerboi]

Holla Abang Yas :clap:

It has such been a wonderful journey you brought us into your life and experiences. You were the one who inspired me to pen my life story

as well and it has been such a great moment i would say. Though, it is a little sad to know this will be the final chapter your story, am sure

there will be many great moments where you would share with us in Future. Thank you for always being there and the encouragement

and wise words you and marky have given me. Specially wanna thank you for that Well remember to take good care of ya health

and be good aite my big bro Smell ya around soon :yuk:

Aaron

[Yas1950]

Hi Yas,

I had a long day & was about to go to bed when I saw an update to your thread & was delighted! But after reading & realizing it was your last chapter, it sonehow also bring a sense of closure in my heart for year 2012.

Thank you for your interesting & wonderful story, I really enjoyed it. Hope to read more stories from you in the future

Have a blessed upcoming year...

Holla Abang Yas :clap:

It has such been a wonderful journey you brought us into your life and experiences. You were the one who inspired me to pen my life story

as well and it has been such a great moment i would say. Though, it is a little sad to know this will be the final chapter your story, am sure

there will be many great moments where you would share with us in Future. Thank you for always being there and the encouragement

and wise words you and marky have given me. Specially wanna thank you for that Well remember to take good care of ya health

and be good aite my big bro Smell ya around soon :yuk:

Aaron

Hey Guys

Thanks for writing. somehow I felt it was better to close this thread and work on some new ones in the New Year.

I'll be starting a new thread and looking to improve on the presentation.Its about brief periods in my life and

brief encounters.

Thank you for all the encouragements and advice given. Its all taken in the right spirit and in the name of positive

feedback. Its all good.

Meantime it only leaves me to say to you my Bros have a Happy New Year and see you next year.

Ciao

If you drink don't drive.

Eddy