August82357's Blog

To protect some people from harassment, I need to change the names of the people involved in this  incident.

Mister A is not new to the airport.  When I first came to Saudi Arabia, he told me that this place is a haven for gay people like us.  He works for a different company but his place of work is also at the airport.  He was very friendly with me and if he had time, he would show me around and secretly point to me the security personnel and government employees whom he had an intimate relationship.

One time, as I walked past the metal detector, the buzzer of the detector sounded an alarm, signalling to the security personnel that I still have some amount of metal on my body despite the fact that I already dislodged all metallic things (wristwatch, keys, coins, mobile phone)   and put them all  in a blue rectangular plastic container which goes inside an x-ray machine at the security check area.  The security personnel (Mr. S) asked me to spread my arms sideways as if I will be crucified.  He got his portable (battery-operated) metal detector, and with that on his right hand, he body-searched me, while his left hand freely touched almost every part of my body.  I must say that he is indeed very handsome and very tall, six-footer-ish.  The thing that I liked most was when he gently squeezed the right cheek of my ass with his left hand as he smiled, saying, “This is very nice.” 

I did not scream or made a big deal out of it mainly because he is very handsome.  I like him a lot, actually.  So I just smiled back at him and winked.  I collected all my stuff from the small plastic container and proceeded to Mister A’s counter.  Naturally, I told him what happened during the security check.  He was not surprised because according to him, Mr. S likes Filipinos too much, especially gay Pinoys.  When I turned my head a bit, I saw Mr. S passing by, smiling at us, and suddenly winked.  Then he pointed his head sideways, pointing towards the direction of the men’s comfort room.  I turned to Mister A and waited for him to react.  He just smiled and said, “August, I think he likes you to follow him to the men’s room and give him pleasure!”

I said, “Sorry but I’m scared.  I’d like to give him what he wants but no way I’m going there alone.”

“Ok, just to let you feel secured and less scared, I will go with you inside the men’s room on one condition:  I will not participate in whatever you will do inside.  I’ll just watch the two of you, do your own thing.  At the same time, I’ll keep watch and pretend to cough if somebody is coming.  The fake cough will warn you that you need to stop whatever you and him are doing,”   my friend assured me.

So I went inside together with Mister A and found Mr. S, smiling, waiting inside the men’s room.  Mister A and I told him what our plan wass and Mr. S agreed.  I immediatedly approached the handsome, tall man,  and he bent a little to welcome me in his strong yet gentle arms.  He was wearing long sleeves but I’m sure he is very hairy coz some hair are showing from his slightly raised sleeves.  My body touched his as we embraced, both excited to feel the comfort of each other’s warm embrace, just like Romeo and Juliet did when they held each other the first time.  Ahhhh!  I can smell his sexiness thru his perfume.  Good smell really turns me on.  He held me tighter in his arms and before I knew it, his lips were already all over my thick lips.  He was kissing me as if there’s no more tomorrow. He’s definitely a good, gentle kisser.

My naughty hands groped his bulging sword and what a sword it was!  It’s one of the biggest sword I have seen.  It’s 8 inches long and about 4 inches thick.  I unzipped his pants and slowly pulled out that big thing.  The precum I saw on the slit of his big sword told me that he’s really very horny.  I can’t control myself so I knelt infront of his big fat dick and stuck out my tongue to caress the underside of the head of his cock.  I felt like I was a child enjoying his ice drop, licking every corner of the popsicle so that the melted portion will not drop on the ground.

Mr. S can’t control his sexual hunger anymore so he unzipped my pants and pulled down my briefs and turned me around.  He adjusted my feet apart so that my asshole opened to him wider than I can ever imagined.  He licked my asshole, trying to open it wider with his tongue.  The pleasure I was feeling is indescribable.  I was so turned on by what he was doing that I wanted to shout in ecstasy.  I bit my lips so that no noise will come out of my mouth.  This is how it feels like when one says he’s in heaven!

While all these were going on, Mister A was wide-eyed infront of the toilet mirror.  He was not facing us nor the entrance door.  He positioned himself infront of the mirror so that he can see the entrance door to his right and Mr. S & me to his left.  So far, he was silent, meaning the fun should go on coz nobody is there yet to disturb us.

Mr. S was now ready to put his big sword into my asshole.  And my gloryhole is now ready to accept him after all the tongue-fucking he did to prepare me.  Just b4 he put it in, I begged him to please go in slowly, one inch at a time until I can fully take all of him.  First he inserted the head of his dick and he hovered awhile in that position, savoring my wet and hot opening.  All of a sudden, out of nowhere, he held my hips and pulled it towards him, causing his thick weapon to force its way inside of me in a forceful manner.  I suddenly screamed in pain, pulled myself away from him, and told him, “I told you to go in very slowly!”  He said sorry but it didn’t calmed me down.  I was so angry that I put my brief and pants on and immediately left him there, hanging in the air.  Mister A followed me and he felt like laughing but controlled himself.  I told him that I swear that I will never talk to Mr. S again because of what he did.  I left the toilet and went back to the counters and continued checking in the passengers infront of my counter.

I never imagined myself working in a foreign country.  I simply moved out of Philippine Airlines (PAL) after 15 years of service due to the worsening condition of our labor status. Our evil labor union president signed an outrageous agreement with the PAL management (headed by the equally evil, Mr. Lucio Tan), specifying that all salary increase will be frozen for 10 years. Ten years! It is like putting a lid on a growing seed in a clay pot.

But in fairness to the former management of PAL, I enjoyed my 15 years of service with the company.  The salary is low but the benefits are a bit better than most companies. I made use of my annual free ticket wisely. I go out of the country once or twice a year, depending on my budget. I’ve been to Europe, Australia, New Zealand, Japan, Malaysia, Singapore, Thailand, and of course, the U.S. of A.  And during that time, the US embassy was very lenient in issuing tourist visas to PAL employees. But as time went on, PAL management kept worsening and employees became demoralised. Slowly but surely, employees went on to search for greener pastures until the US embassy noticed the influx of ex-PAL employees to America and never returning to the Philippines. That’s when the embassy began scrutinising every bit of information on every PAL employee applying for US visa.

When I left PAL and the Philippines on February 14, 1999, I was determined to do the best I can to enrich my new experience in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia.  Thanks to God, my new employer (National Handling Services, NHS for short), is not like the other Saudi companies which exploit  its workers.  My Filipino colleagues and I were treated with respect and given the trust we needed in order for us to be at ease at work.  I did not experience too much culture shock as the other Filipinos did because I’ve travelled before to many other cities and dealt with different kinds of culture.  So, I adjusted well and good to the new environment, meeting new people here and there.  Going to fellow Kabayans’ houses from time to time and enjoy eating the typical Pinoy favorites: kare-kare, sinigang, bopis, dinuguan, and the all-time favorite, pansit.  Unfortunely, pork is banned here because the Muslims regard it as a dirty animal, not fit for human consumption. Heller! It’s one of the best meat in the world!  So all those favorite Pinoy foods are cooked without the main ingredient, huhuhu!  What a sad, sad note!  We just substitute it with beef or chicken meat.