*** Author's note, this story contains strong language that does not reflect the opinion of the author. If there are more chapters... you may see the main character have an awakening to such behaviour. Then again if you read another of my later Tyreese stories you'd see that he already has. All characters are 18 years old or older, and all events are fictional, I know, I double checked!
1996
Israel
"Hold up old man." Tyreese said holding his hand out.
The scruffy looking man stared at the hand before him, it was if he were waiting for it strike out at him. Finally when he realized that there was no malice behind it he shook it but did not smile.
"Salam ragel qadimeh." Tyreese said with a smile before releasing his hand.
"Sawf 'aeud." Replied the man before walking away.
"Where did you learn to talk like that?" Asked the female soldier that was working with Tyreese that morning.
He looked her up and down before replying. Tyreese couldn't see her hair under her helmet, but the brown eyelashes hinted that she was a brunette. Her skin was a healthy Mediterranean bronze, a real contrast to his reddish-brown flesh. He looked into her dark brown eyes hoping for a flirty glint, which wasn't there.
"Back in Detroit, they always reveal their plans by blabbing in Arabic, they is dumb like that." Tyreese said with a wink.
"Please don't call them that." She said sternly. "I haven't met a Palestinian that wasn't a good person, they just have terrible leaders."
Tyreese was taken aback by this, although he'd be the first to admit he didn't understand the Middle East. The woman turned her back to him to look for more people approaching from down the alleyway. Tyreese glanced at her ass and smiled at her sweet curves.
"Nyscha, I think that's the last of them." Tyreese said unlatching his helmet.
"Firstly, please don't call me that, my name is Rotem." Rotem said. "and secondly, I also don't like how you do that."
"Do what?" Tyreese replied with a smile.
"All that talking and handshaking, it's all chara! Uh... bullshit." Rotem said as she put her Tavor rifle on safe then slung it on her back.
The two moved towards the small building that doubled as their guard house.
"It's common decency." Tyreese said taking a seat. "I treat them the way I want to be treated."
"Christians!" Rotem huffed.
"Well what would you do Nyscha?" Tyreese replied.
Rotem tossed her hands in the air as she moaned. "First I'd get rid of you tourists!"
"If I'm a tourist, then show me some air-conditioning!" Tyreese teased.
"I have no idea what you are!" Rotem complained. "How on earth did you end up here in the first place?"
Tyreese took a swig from his canteen before speaking. He hadn't been this hot ever before in his life! The truth was he was paid a small sum of money if he followed Ori, his college roommate to Israel for the summer. An even larger sum of money would be paid if Ori made it home in one piece. He however had no intention of letting that secret out.
Deciding it was safer to change subjects Tyreese put away his canteen and stood to make his way towards Rotem.
"Dating must be difficult here." He said.
Rotem made a quizzical face as he got closer.
"How so?" She asked.
"Well first off, I ain't met a Palestinian who didn't stink." He stated.
This brought a smile to Rotem's face.
"How amazing." She said. "An American is here for a week and figures it all out. What else is wrong with the Middle East oh wise Yankee?"
Tyreese was now within Rotem's body space. He put his hand on her Tavor rifle, before realizing this and putting it on her hip. She didn't push him away, which he decided was a good thing.
"Yeah..." He said. "Also I doubt any of them Jew boys around here ain't got nuttin over six inches."
Rotem laughed then asked. "Your measurement system is so outdated! Perhaps you could use cubits?"
Tyreese grinned like a fox in a hen house as he untucked her shirt and started to rub Rotem's soft flesh. He noticed that her skin was the same bronze all -over. Regardless of the heat he could feel goosebumps wherever he touched her. They stared into each others eyes before he remembered what he was going to say.
"Oh yeah... uh I think 15 centimetres." He said.
Rotem mulled that before teasing. "You mean they come in a larger size?"
"How abouts ya see fo yourself." He said in street slang as he undid his trousers.
His penis was as large as he bragged which was bigger than anything Rotem had seen previously. It was long, thick and deep mahogany brown in colour. She giggled at his monster appendage as she tried to think of a joke, but his guiding hand on the back of her neck suggested otherwise.
Tyreese was instantly filled with regret and terror as Rotem took his man-sausage into her mouth. Long ago after a terrible blowjob he swore he'd never let another Jewish chick give him head. She however did very well, he felt joy and not teeth as she took inch after inch in her mouth!
Rotem quickly sank to her knees to better work his cock. Tyreese looked outside the window, there were no people to interrupt them, he did however noticed how much she kept spitting on his rod, he assumed that meant she wanted more than a throat poking.
Rotem seemed to have a style all her own when it came to cock sucking. She stroked his rod from his trimmed pubes right to the head of his penis. The spit really helped as she worked her fist up and down!
