Algeria Here I Come

Algeria Here I Come 1

Algeria Here I Come

By E Walk

(Copyrighted by the Author)

Edited by Radio Rancher

Chapter 1 - Why Me?

Here I am sitting in G. W. Bush International Airport in Houston waiting to board my flight to Paris. I have to change planes there to go to Algiers, Algeria. I will change planes again to go to this place in Algeria that I had never heard of. I did a search on Google and found that Oran was the second largest city in Algeria.

So what did I care? I was still confused as to why I was being sent there. My bosses said they would be sending me the details of what they wanted me to do while I was there. It seemed as if they were putting the cart before the horse.

Oh I know, you want to know who I am and why I'm whining. Okay, my name is Edward Waller. I'm 32 years old and I just started to work for Shell Oil Company. I'm not sure what my official job title is because it's like I'm a high priced gopher. I got my master's degree in petroleum engineering. I guess I was an enigma to the bosses because I knew the oil business fairly well.

Enough of the boring stuff. Like I said, I'm 32. I'm 5'11" tall and weigh a whopping 138 pounds. I'm not skinny but you would certainly never be able to call me fat.

Whoops, they're calling my flight. It's too bad the company wouldn't spring for business class seats. At least I have an aisle seat near the front of the aircraft.

As they always do, they loaded the business class passengers first. Then they started at the back of the aircraft and I thought to myself, `I'll probably be in the last group they call, and there won't be any room to put my baggage.'

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the speaker system come on, "Will Passenger Waller, please see the agent at the desk?"

I had this sinking feeling in my stomach, `Great, now they're going to kick me off the flight.' I approached the desk and handed my ticket to the agent who had made the announcement.

She looked at me, "Mr. Waller, the flight is overbooked. The computer has selected your name, and we would like to offer you a seat in in the business class compartment. Would you have a problem with that?"

I wasn't going to let the young lady know that I was elated. Instead I nodded my head, "Miss Clark, that would be nice. Thank you for asking me."

Hey, sometimes it pays to be nice. The young woman changed my boarding pass and escorted me to the gate. I was met at the entrance to the aircraft by a good looking young man. The young man looked at my boarding pass, "Mr. Waller, let me stow your bag for you. My name is Eric, "What may I get you to drink?"

"Eric, I'd like some water right now. I may have something else a little later."

Eric took me to my seat which was next to the window across from the attendants' work area. I had plenty of leg room since there were no seats in front of me. I noticed that the seat beside me wasn't occupied when the doors were closed and the aircraft pulled away from the gate.

Eric stopped as he was delivering the drinks, "I guess I will be sitting with you tonight, since the person who was to occupy this seat didn't show. I hope you don't mind?"

I looked at Eric, "I don't mind in the least, unless you snore."

Eric laughed, "I may not snore, but I sure would like to hum a lot."

Eric left to deliver the drinks and I thought to myself, `This may turn out to be an interesting evening.'

After dinner, the lights were turned down and Eric was making sure that everyone was satisfied. He would disappear from time to time and go to see if he could help the other attendants in the economy class section. He came back and brought a small bottle of champagne and put it on the console between the two seats. "I'll be back as soon as I check with the other passengers to make sure they are okay. Here's a blanket. You might want to cover your body because it tends to get cool in the cabin about now when everyone is resting and the lights are turned down."

I noticed that he had put down two glasses on the console beside me. I thought that was odd but didn't dwell on it. I reclined in my seat and opened the blanket and put it over the lower part of my body.

Eric came back and sat down beside me. He poured us each a glass of champagne and we started to drink. He reached over and put his hand under the blanket on my thigh and started to rub it up and down. I didn't know how to react so I did nothing.

Eric must have taken that as a signal that I had no problem with what he was doing, because he unzipped my fly and was manipulating my penis. He looked at me and whispered, "Ed, am I making you feel uncomfortable?"

I shook my head no, "Eric, quite the opposite. I guess I'm just a little excited by what's happening."

He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. "I'll be back in a minute. I need to check on the other passengers."

Eric left and returned before too long. He didn't sit down in the adjacent chair, but instead knelt down between my legs and put his head under the blanket and manipulated my slacks and briefs to permit him to gain access to my penis. He engulfed the entire thing and started to hum as he moved up and down. I tried to pull away when I felt like I was getting ready to explode. He stayed with it until I started to shrivel up.

He returned to the seat beside me as I adjusted my clothes. I put my hand on his thigh, "Eric, do I have time to reciprocate?"

We were interrupted by the sound of ding, ding, ding. Eric went to see who needed something and when he passed by he whispered, "Ed, I'll need to take a rain check. We need to get ready for breakfast before we land in Paris. Give me your ticket and let me see what I can do to make the rest of your trip smoother. I would like to get to know you better."

When he brought my breakfast, he had my ticket on my tray with his card and a note. `Please call me when you get back to Houston.'

The plane landed in Paris and I was the first person from the plane to be cleared through customs and fortunately I could read a little French and I got to the gate for the flight to Algiers in plenty of time.

The flight from Paris to Algiers was completely full and as far as I could tell there was no one on board who spoke much English.

When the flight landed in Algiers I was totally at a loss as to where to go. I handed my ticket to one of the attendants and he directed me to where I should go.

I arrived at the appropriate gate and handed the attendant my ticket which she validated. The flight was about half full and the young lady attendant could speak some English, "Mr. Waller, where will you be staying in Oran?"

I was surprised, "I have reservations at the Sheraton Oran Hotel and Towers. I have no idea how I will get there."

"Sir, the hotel will be there to get you. There will be someone waiting for you when you exit the baggage area. They will probably be holding a sign with your name. It is a very wonderful hotel. I hope you enjoy our city."

I retrieved my luggage and there was a handsome young man waiting for me with a sign that had my name on it. I approached the young gentleman, "I'm Ed Waller."

He practically grabbed my luggage from me and announced, "Sir, I am your driver for as long as you are in our city. I will take you where you want to go, when you want to go. I have already been paid so don't try to pay me. You can always feed me if you would be so inclined."

I started to get into the front seat but instead he motioned for me to get into the back. I sat so I could see his face in the rear view mirror. "Well if we are going to be spending so much time together, do you suppose that you could tell me your name?"

The young man looked at me and I felt like I was being pulled into his eyes, "My name is Brahim Safi."

I surveyed his body and I liked what I saw, "So Mr. Brahim Safi, what would you like me to call you when we aren't in public? I would like for you to call me Ed."

The gentleman looked at me, "Mr. Ed, why don't you just call me Brahim? I'm a Muslim so we can't do anything in public or I would be ostracized and your mission here might be jeopardized."

I was confused, "Brahim, I don't understand what you are saying. Am I in trouble and I don't even know it?"

"Mr. Waller, there are certain elements in this country who have a strong dislike for the Americans. I don't know what you are here for, but the people at the oil company have hired me to make sure that you are safe as long as you are here. If need be, I will even sleep in bed with you to protect you."

I was almost at a loss for words, "Brahim, what would we do if you were in bed with me?"

"Mr. Haller, I find you very attractive and would like to attack you right here in the car. But that is against Muslim beliefs. If I were to be in bed protecting you almost anything could happen, and I would be very aggressive if you would allow me to be."

I looked at my driver, body guard or whatever, "Brahim, how did you learn English so well?"

"Ed, I rather taught myself. I started by reading stories on Nifty and then practiced with English people and people from your country every chance I got."

We pulled up at the hotel and it was obvious that the staff knew him. The doorman held the door as we entered the reception area, "Mr. Safi, we'll take care of the car until you need it."

Brahim approached the reception desk with my bags. "I think that Mr. Waller has been pre-registered. If you will give me the keys, I'll show him to his room."

I thought to myself, `This can't be happening. There's more here than I know about.'

The young man behind the desk looked up, "Mr. Waller, if you would complete this form, we will have you in you suite in just a couple of minutes."

I looked at the forms and they simply said that I would be responsible for any excess charges. I signed them even though I didn't understand what that meant because I wasn't planning to charge anything.

Brahim took me to the thirty second floor and we went into a suite at the end of the corridor that overlooked the city one side and the harbor on the other side. There was this huge master bedroom with a king sized bed with an awesome bathroom setup with a Jacuzzi tub.

Brahim unpacked my clothes and asked if I was hungry.

I suddenly realized that I hadn't eaten since breakfast on the flight to Paris.

"Brahim, now that you mention it, I'm starved."

Brahim was very business like, "Mr. Waller, why don't you take a shower and then we will go get you some food. I'll help you undress and make sure that your clothes get clean. Go take your shower or bath and I'll bring you some clean clothes."

Brahim watched as I went into the bathroom and he came in too and shed his clothes and proceeded to wash my body all over. There was no suggestion of sex. When we stepped onto the mat that was outside the shower, he dried my body and I had a distinct feeling that he was paying too much attention to my pubic area. In fact, I started to stand at half mast.

He looked at me and sighed, "Maybe later I can take care of that monster that you have. Here get dressed or do you need me to help you?"

I shook my head no and started to pull the clothes that Brahim had brought for me. When I was dressed, I walked into the sitting area and Brahim was waiting. I watched as he opened the door. He looked so sexy in his tight white slacks that showed is bubble butt to perfection. I knew because I had seen it when he was in the shower with me making sure that I was clean. When we arrived at the lobby the receptionist handed me an envelope, "Mr. Waller, this just arrived for you."

I thanked the young man and Brahim led me to the waiting vehicle. Brahim held the back door so that I could get in. He crawled into the driver's seat. After we pulled away from the hotel I leaned forward, "Brahim, why do I need to sit back here?"

Brahim didn't even flinch, "Mr. Waller, when we are in public, we must maintain the semblance of order since this a Muslim country. Mr. Waller, would you have a problem if we stopped by my house to check on my brother before we ate?"

"Brahim, I don't mind at all, but I guess I don't understand what two men sitting beside each other has to do with religious beliefs. It's not like we're going to have sex or anything."

Brahim persisted, "Mr. Waller, please trust me in this and we will be much better off."

Brahim pulled up in front of a small house and he opened my door so I knew he expected me to accompany him into the house. He used his key to open the door and he stood aside as I entered. It was a very small house about the size of my hotel room but it was immaculate. Brahim called out, "Allie, we have a visitor."

A young boy about ten years old came out of one of the rooms that had to be very small. He was wearing a pair of shorts, "Hey Bra, I didn't think you would be home tonight."

Brahim hugged the little guy, "Allie, go put on some clothes and we'll go get something to eat with Mr. Waller. Maybe he can help you with your English."

Allie left and Brahim turned to me, "I'm going to pack some clothes so that Allie and I can stay with you if you don't mind. Allie's school is out for a week and I'm worried about what will happen to him if I leave him here alone."

I looked at Brahim, "I don't mind if you both stay with me, but where is everyone going to sleep?

Brahim looked at me with his sexy eyes, "I was hoping I could sleep with you and perhaps Allie could sleep on the sleeper in your sitting room."

"Brahim, it sounds like you had this planned all along."

Brahim shook his head no, "Believe me sir, I never even thought this would be the case until you approached me at the airport and identified yourself. You looked so sexy that I wanted to undress you there and then."

Brahim disappeared and he and Allie came back with two sacks with what I gathered were their clean clothes.

The two young men helped me into the car. I was alone in the back and they were in the front. I complained, "I don't understand why I must sit back here by myself."

Allie turned to me, "Mr. Waller, we would be made fun of if anyone thought that you and Bra were doing anything other than business."

Brahim took charge and changed the subject, "Mr. Waller, what kind of food would you like to eat?"

I succumbed to the idea that there could be not emotional or physical attachments between me and the two young men. This was strictly a business situation for Brahim. "Brahim, whatever Allie would like would be fine with me. We'd better eat soon or my toes are going to be coming out of my mouth."

Allie turned to me, "Mr. Waller, that's a good one. Usually guys would say that their penises were coming out of their mouths. Bra, why don't we take Mr. Waller to the Cas Bah and we can have some of their lamb stew with a fruit salad and roasted lamb with honey and raisins. I want to get some of their eggplant ratatouille."

I leaned over, "Guys, that sounds great to me. Let's get there and get there fast. Guys, I have a question. How come it is okay for me to eat with you, but not for me to sit in the front of the vehicle with you?"

Allie looked at me, "Bra can't make sure you're safe if he isn't close to you can he? Being in cars and eating are very different here in Algeria."

I sat back and thought to myself that this was the strangest business trip that I had ever taken. First I met Eric on the plane and now I have been captured by Brahim and Allie. What else can happen on this trip?

Editor's Notes: I think I have noticed a pattern, When a chapter of one of E Walk's story ends, there is often closed with a question, as follows, "What else could happen?" or words to that effect. It seems, however, that there often is something else that is going to happen.

I like this story and I think it is going to be very interesting.

Oddly enough, I want more!!!!!!!!!!!

Darryl AKA They Radio Rancher