Even though we were the best of friends, I was terrified he would think I was gay and would insist that we packed up and head home immediately.Jeff’...s hand had strayed to his cock and he was absentmindedly playing with what appeared to be a pretty impressive piece of manhood. Still not sure how to handle this, I made a retreat to the cooler for another couple of cold beers.When I returned the head of his prick was now fully visible down the side of his trunks and looking my way said, “Do you. Ramzy El-Najjar was entirely at a loss to know why his friend had been singled out for such an honour. Later that day he was utterly astonished to be called to the Golden Palace himself, though only to see Kamal Qumsiyeh, the Head of Protocol to the Emir. Still the Head of Protocol could, presumably, arrange an audience if 'persuaded' by a suitable inducement to do so.Ramzy El-Najjar was finally convinced that he had lost all of his senses when he was told that the Emir wished to host his. "I'll tell you what; you chat with Beth, which will help her a lot and Iwill point out different stages of recovery as they occur. It would justbore you if I got all medical on you." "Thanks," I said, turning back to Beth. She still looked the same as hadmoments before. Her left arm in plaster and cuts on her face were the onlyvisible signs of the accident. I took her hand into mine and sighed, thewhole situation reminded me of what I'd gone through several hours before."Why are her eyes taped. "We walked back through a rather fancy door, the corridor was fairly wide, I suppose to afford a modest amount of privacy. On either side of the hall were doors, five to a side and I had to guess that not all were for glory holes. The place was far cleaner than I thought it would be and there was a pleasant scent in the air that I couldn't make out, but it was nice. I could only hope the rooms were the same."Here we are, you'll be number nine." She opened the door and we went in. Sure enough.