Panic-stricken I jumped to my feet.I stuttered something out loud and managed to excuse myself and quickly went home. Was Martin going to change? Was ...he going to start thinking that I was some gay? It's all I could think of that night as I tossed and turned. Did I ruin it? So many things came to mind but most of all, I thought of the outline of his cock.It was a couple of weeks since I had gone to visit with Martin. I had started working with a friend on his farm helping his family out. I would. Khair ab wo raat ko padne mere paas aane lagi.Kyonki mai upar rehta tha to wo upar hi mere room mai padne aayaa karti thi.Ab dhire dhire ham dono ek dusre se kafi bate karne lage.Wo mujhe bhaiyaa bol ke bulati thi.Jab wo padne aya karti thi to jyadatar night suit ya lower top mai hua karti thi wo bhi kaafi deep gale wale.Ek din mai uske samne table pe baith ke usko pada raha tha tabhi uska pen niche gira aur wo usko uthaane ke liye jhukii.Us din meri nazar uski chuchiyo pe padi aur wo nazara. "You look lovely," I finally ventured to say. "Are you on your way to a costume ball?" Standing in front of a full length mirror, Lt. Lawrence was attired in an Egyptian belly dancer costume. It looked really quite fetching on him."Well, no," Lt. Lawrence replied. "The higher-ups want me to organize the Arabs into a guerilla fighting force to go against those blighters, the Ottoman Turks. I figured this is the best way to attract those Arab blokes' attention before I can pitch the sale. Watch. He was telling me all of the things he was going to do to me. I didn't sleep much at all that night and I was up early the next morning. I threw some clothes in my backpack, stole all of the money Phil had in his wallet, and got out of there while he was sleeping off his drunk." I've only known you for two days, but I've already developed a hell of a lot of respect for you. You should be proud of yourself." I guess in some ways I am proud of myself. I haven't begged and I haven't stolen.