The Crystal Rainbow

By: Hank Horne
(© 2019 by the author)

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Chapter 4
 Part II — Lodge Guests from Africa 

One evening, Hassan and Dildar were having dinner at the Club, chatting about how their day went.  Hassan mentioned an incident after Fabio had come on duty and Viktor had already left for the day.

“There was a young couple of really hunky guys who checked in this afternoon, and they both were deaf,” Hassan related.  “They were writing everything on a notepad about their reservations.  They showed him an email copy of confirmation and he thought I might be able to interpret for them.  I don’t know how much help I was, but I did escort them to their room and showed them where the information folder is located and light switches, and stuff.”

“And you wished you were more accomplished in AMSLAN,” Dildar added.

“Actually, I was wondering if the Big Guys could give some of us a crash course in sign language.”

“Well, you know, with the Abangui’s being here and these two deaf guys, that might be something they could help with,” Dildar commented.

About then, the two Big Guys walked in from the kitchen dressed in tanks and shorts.  As they approached Dildar and Hassan’s table, they said in unison, “May we?” while moving the spare chairs to sit down.

“Please, do!”   “Sure!”  the young Kurds said at the same time, while chuckling.

“How may we be of service?” the two jinn asked.

“We have three deaf guests at the Lodge, and I’m the only one on the staff who can sign with them even a little bit,” Hassan explained.   “Could you two give our staff at the Lodge ….”

“ … and here at the Club,” Dildar injected.

“ … a crash course in AMSLAN to make it easier for the guests to communicate and for us to understand them?” Hassan finished.

The two jinn looked at each other and replied … together, “That sounds like a reasonable and beneficial request.”  They folded their muscular arms across their massive chests as they nodded their heads. 

“When you next see your people at the Lodge, they will be fluent in the American Sign Language,” Jamal said.

“And you can sign to anyone on the staff here, including all the dancers, and they can converse with you by signs.” Arman concluded, “And not just the universal middle finger sign!”   ‘Up yours!’ they signed together, putting one hand over their grapefruit sized biceps and raising their fists with the middle finger extended!    (That’s Universal sign language, not AMSLAN.)

Dildar and Hassan burst out laughing as the two Big Guys stood and walked out of the diner.

“This should be interesting,” Dildar observed as their dessert arrived.  He signed ‘thank you’ to Yul, their Mongolian server and he replied with the same sign for ‘you’re welcome.’  The three men laughed and ‘high-fived’ each other!

The rest of the week, Thad and Phil spent most of their days by the pool at the Lodge, watching and ‘reading’ the paying guests.  Phil interacted with most of them, either in the pool, by the pool bar or just chatting with them on the deck.  Several times, he hooked up with some of the guests who showed more than ample manhood and muscle.  Several commented that they didn’t understand how a man with as big and thick an appendage could be so easy on first entry.  Phil didn’t understand either that he was passing on the special semen that had been implanted in him to ease the pain of initial entry.

The two young deaf men were thrilled when they learned Thad and Phil could sign.  They struck up a fast friendship with the two big African men, and the two Gallaudet University graduates enjoyed being with the older men as much as the older men enjoyed their youthfulness. 

Grant joined his two African friends for lunch one day at the Lodge.  The three friends were already seated at their table when the two young men came into the restaurant.  They saw Thad and Phil immediately and wondered about the white man eating with them and … signing!  They came over to the table and signed, ‘What’s for lunch?’    This was the first time Grant had known of their being Lodge guests, and Phil introduced them since they had met earlier and enjoyed each other’s company by the pool.  Of course the young men were invited to join them at the table.  The guests got their plates of food from the buffet and sat with the three older men.

The conversation focused then on them and their background.  Their names are Darius and Jalen, they had recently graduated with Bachelor of Science in Physical Education and Recreation from Gallaudet University.  Both are from Washington, DC, so they lived at home until their sophomore year. They had had classes together their first year and decided to room together on campus the next three years.

“I used to wrestle some of the guys at Gallaudet back in the last century,” Grant quipped.  “Did you happen to have Robbie Paul for any of your PE classes?  He’s an instructor there.”

The two guests looked at each other in amazement.  ‘You know R P?’ Jalen asked.

‘I know him very well.  I was in his wedding – to my sister!’ Grant said, smiling. ‘He’s my brother-in-law.’

Their mouths dropped open and they kept pointing to Grant, who kept nodding his head.

Then Darius asked, ‘He is not … gay?’

Grant shook his head and vigorously signed ‘NO NO NO NO!  Why did you think that?’

Jalen and Darius looked at each other and back to Grant.  ‘He would walk around naked in the locker-room and slap us on the butt ….’ Darius started to explain.

‘Or if we were hard in the shower or drying, he might grab us and pump us a few times,’ Jalen added.

‘Many times when R P would see us leaking, he would wipe it up with his finger and want us to lick it off his finger,’ Darius continued.

‘Once he wiped the end of mine and licked it himself,’ Jalen said.

By this time, Grant was fully laughing as were Phil and Thad.  Grant explained, ‘When I was in college at Maryland University, Robbie and my sister were at Kendall School, then went on to get their degrees at Gallaudet.  We would have parties at our home with Robbie’s wrestling team and their girlfriends.  Many times, the girls would be upstairs talking while Robbie, his team and I would be in the workout room in the basement.  We wrestled naked.  Nobody cared and we would grab anything we would get our hands on to win the match.  Including penises and balls.  He’s probably twisted your nipples at times.’

Both young men nodded their heads as they glanced at each other.

‘Robbie is as comfortable with gay guys as straight and wants gays to be comfortable with him.  He knows I’m gay and knows my husband. Now that you’ve graduated, he might even agree to wrestle you naked, and won’t get angry if you asked him to.  He’s had his mouth stuffed with more than one erection through the years.  Maybe not recently.  He and my sister are expecting their first child in a couple of months.  And I’ll be a monkey’s uncle.  Maybe, since it’s a boy!’

The two guests expressed their appreciation for the explanation.

 ‘If you guys want to get into wrestling matches, we have a gym with mats, and if you want to wrestle any of our guys here, just ask them.  They wrestle to submission always and you can guess what the penalty for losing is!’

All four guests at the table put their forefinger through the letter ‘O,’ the sign for sexual intercourse. 

During the week, several of the guests serviced Thad by sucking him off and others also impaled themselves on his massive offering by just sitting on his lap.  Thad got a plethora of ‘readings’ from the fully human men enjoying their time at the Lodge, including the guys from Washington.  The afternoon before the two Abangui men left, Viktor spent some time with Thad and Phil by the pool.  Phil was not needed as interpreter as Viktor could converse with Thad one-to-one.  Thad quizzed Vik about his upbringing and how he came to be at the Crystal Rainbow.

“I had a normal childhood,” Vik told them.  “Father and mother, two sisters and one brother, my twin.  Then a few years ago, a man came to our village and saw me chopping some wood behind our house.  He watched me for a while then came over to me and complimented me on my strength and physical build.  He told me I was very good looking and he would like to teach me to be a security specialist.  When I was trained, he would get me a job in Amerika with a company that has many handsome, muscular men like me.  Then he asked me a strange question.  He asked me if I liked women or men more.  I was embarrassed that some stranger could tell I liked men as much as women.  As we talked, I saw that his … petukh – his cock was getting bigger in his pants.  He is a very hot man and I wanted to have sex with him. He asked me to join him for dinner at a restaurant then we would talk about the job afterward.  I said I would.  At dinner he told me many things about the job I would do in Amerika, but I had to train for it first.  We went to his hotel room and he told me that in security job, I might have to fight men.  I liked that idea.  So we took off all our clothes and wrestled in his room.  He is very strong, stronger than I am, but he did not use all his strength when we wrestled that night.  He taught me wrestling holds I never thought of using.”

“Like what?” Phil asked him.

Vik grinned.  “Like grabbing balls to get out of a hold.  I had him in a bear hug.  His arms were pinned to his sides.  He reached behind and grabbed my balls and squeezed them!”

“Hard?” Phil asked.

“No, not hard.  It was my cock that was hard.  But it surprised me and he got out of my hold.  Later he had me in a – a Full Nelson and he pushed his cock in my ass.  He called that a ‘Father Nelson!’”

Phil and Thad laughed when they realized what the joke was.

“He got my head between his legs and made me suck his cock.  Then he put my legs around his head and sucked my cock.  He called that a sixty-nine hold!  He sucked me until I released a load of semen in his mouth, and while I was shooting my load, he shot a load of his semen down my throat.”

“So you decided you wanted to work for his company in America?” Phil interpreted for his uncle.

“Yes, and I am very glad that I did!  I have met many very nice men and enjoyed every day at work.  I enjoy meeting many of the guests who stay with us!” Vik told Phil with a special emphasis in his look at the smokin’ hot, muscled African.

“After a long day at work, do you feel like a workout in the pool?” Phil asked the big Russian.

“Mr. Abangui, I was hoping you would ask!”  Vik stripped off his string bikini and dived into the pool!

Phil stripped also and jumped in after him.  “I’ll take that as a ‘yes!’”

They began their ‘workout’ by splashing each other with water.  Phil took the lead locking up with his new friend.  “Viktor, my name is Phil.  You’re on your own time.  If you’re going to fuck me, call me ‘Phil.’  If I get to fuck you, call me ‘Sir!’”

“You just bet your hot ass, I will – Phil!” Vik replied, as he pushed Phil away, then leaped forward, grabbing him in a bear hug.  The European hulk picked the big, black man up and tossed him in the water. 

Phil started cussing in his native Sango, the primary language spoken in the Central African Republic.  He was also laughing as he regained his footing and tackled Vik, with both men going under water. 

By this time, the other few men in the pool and those on the deck stopped their activity to watch the big men water-wrestling.  During the next fifteen minutes, or so, Phil gave Vik as good as he got.  Then Vik gave the guest a shove backward, causing him to lose balance, falling back into the water.  Phil tried to get an open-mouth breath, but water also went in with the air.  Phil began coughing and struggling in the water.  Vik immediately went into ‘lifeguard’ mode, grabbing him and heaving him over his shoulder into a Fireman’s Carry.  Phil coughed more as he was bounced on the lifeguard’s shoulder.  Soon he coughed up the water into the pool. 

Vik telepathically called for a complete cleansing of the pool’s water.  He carried Phil over to the side of the pool, laying him on a towel which Thad spread out at his feet.  A few more minutes and Phil was breathing comfortably and talking some.

“I submit! I submit, Sir!” Phil gasped.  Thad and Vik both laughed. 

“No sweat, Phil!” Vik said.  “We’ll call it a draw and settle for a sixty-nine-suck fest when you can get back to breathing properly.”

“Deal!” Phil agreed.  “Maybe after dinner.”  He pulled himself to a sitting position with Vic’s help, grabbed his lifeguard’s head and pulled it into a very warm and genuine deep kiss.

“What do you have planned for dinner?” Vik asked.

“We’ll be with Gerry, but after dinner I could leave,” Phil replied.  “Gerry and Dylan can interpret for Thad, so I can be free for a couple of hours.”

“I’ll see you then.  Directions to my home will be at the Reception Desk.  Fabio is my apartment mate.”  Vik leaned over for another warm kiss, then said and signed ‘later’ to Phil with a full on-the-lips kiss.  Phil returned it warmly, then Vik went back to the lobby.

About eight-thirty in the evening, Dylan drove Grant and Thad to the Club for a couple of hours of entertainment and Phil went over to Vik and Fabio’s condo.  Vik greeted his guest wearing a Forest Green mesh, tapered, short boxers.  Phil was wearing a Crystal Rainbow sleeveless T which was given to him by the Lodge and navy jogging shorts. 

As soon as Phil stepped in the door of the condo, Vik grabbed him and planted a tongue-deep kiss on his guest.  Phil picked his host up and spun him around, demonstrating that the big Russian bodybuilder was not the only strong one there.  Vik melted into Phil’s muscular body.  Both men felt the connection with the other as their shorts stretched toward the other’s.  When Phil put him down, Vik led him over to the bar.

“Drink?”

“What’s available?” Phil countered.  “I presume you have vodka….”

“Tsarskaya!”

“No!  Really?” 

Vik nodded his head as he pulled the bottle from the fridge and held it out for Phil to observe.

“Yes!” Phil exclaimed.  “You have this imported?”

Vik nodded.  “By the case.  It’s less expensive that way.”  He prepared the drinks and Phil proposed a toast.

“Za ná-shoo dróo-zhboo! To our friendship!” Phil said as he raised his glass.

“Pa-yé-kha-lee!  Let’s get started!” Vik responded.  The two men downed their drinks.

“Let’s get to the fucking instead of breaking the glasses!” Phil suggested.

“I like your thinking, stud-horse!” Vik replied.

They went up to Vik’s bedroom where they stripped, then crawled on the King Size bed for some up-close-and-personal time together.  Their hands caressed firm pectorals and nipples, then traced the incredibly toned body down to washboard abs while their mouths and tongues played back and forth like two swashbucklers immersed in a round robin duel.  Soon enough the hands reached to the legs – especially the protruding ones that were engaged in their own round robin. 

Vik took the lead and released his tongue’s duel to attack a huge black nipple on his guest’s muscular chest.  At first he let his tongue lead the attack, then he lightly scraped his teeth across the pectoral protrusion.  After a while, he switched sides of the ebony chest and gave attention to the mate with the same intensity that he had used on the other nipple.  The scraping of the teeth became more intense as Vik bit down on the mini-erection in his mouth enough to cause Phil to moan and squirm on the bed.  Soon the big Russian moved back to the other nipple to increase the attention to it, using his tongue to stretch the protrusion by the moderate gauge ring inserted through it.  Phil was moaning with every scrape and lick of his chest.

Soon, Vik moved his face down to the massive ebon erection standing up from well-defined legs.  His tongue licked across the eye of the rock-hard obelisk that was dripping with desire for more.  Vik worked his way slowly down all eleven inches of the huge chopper until his nose was buried in the wiry bush of Phil’s groin.  The big African was writhing in glorious sexual agony as Vik held still for several seconds before beginning his way back to the head, his tongue rolling back and forth the entire way.  Phil was fighting every second to postpone the inevitable.  Vik pulled off and took one big ball in his mouth, then the other one.  Phil jerked several times as his host’s mouth manipulated the chicken-egg-sized gonads, again using his tongue to roll them around the ball-sack.  After a few minutes, Vik released the balls, one at a time, and replaced the still fully erect plonker knob in his mouth.  He licked the tip to get a sample of tastes to come, then began his descent down the nearly foot-long brat.  Phil was having difficulty avoiding his ejaculation so Vik flipped a finger against his balls to distract his thoughts.

Vik was also leaking precum.  He ran a finger across his tip to collect some fluid which he rubbed against Phil’s rear entrance.  Repeatedly, Vik collected fluid on his fingers to penetrate his guest.  Soon, he could get his own cock lined up with Phil’s opening.  The slipperiness and anesthetic qualities of his precum allowed him to slowly and easily penetrate the inner depths.  Phil was not sure what was happening by this time.  He expected intense pain from someone as large as Vik, but all he felt was a fullness in his rectum.  Vik had paused on his trek into the great cavern.  When he began moving again, he moved back up to Phil’s face and the two began kissing again.

Phil pulled away from Vik to ask, “What are you doing?  Are you inside me?  I don’t feel any pain.”

The big Russian’s response was a smile and one word, “Enjoy!”

About that time, Vik passed over Phil’s prostate where he paused and wiggled his tool across the G-spot several times.  Phil moaned and gasped, then started releasing precum in preparation for a full orgasm.  Vik proceeded to the full depth that he could reach, then worked his way back out.  Twice more he rammed his manhood to the full depths of Phil’s colon, and held it there.  Phil shot several rounds between the hills and valleys of their ripped abs as Vik filled Phil’s inside with antibiotic seed, ensuring permanent immunization against any STD for the rest of his life.

As Vik cleaned Phil’s chest and abdomen, he felt that his lover was still ready for some more action.  He licked the washboard clean and shared it with the visitor.  Then he began cleaning the still big cannon, which caused it to enlarge and harden even more than it was.  Vik proceeded to stimulate the object of his attention, then lined it up with his own cavern entrance.  The big Ruski slid down on the slick tower slowly, walking his way down to the base by flexing and releasing each step down.  Phil had closed his eyes but they were opened with amazement as Vik reached full penetration with such great ease.  Vik smiled down at him, then leaned over for a loving kiss.  During that time, the bottom who was on top flexed his ass muscles creating a sensation that brought Phil toward another orgasm.  Phil moaned as he neared his release, but Vik had other ideas and clamped his sphincter tightly around the fountain.  Phil groaned as he was brought to the edge but denied relief.  He looked at Vic and quietly said, “Asshole!”  Vik laughed.  “That’s what caused it!”  They both chuckled.

Vik restarted the pumping, this time allowing Phil to obtain his well-deserved release.  At the same time, Vik released his own load of cum directly into Phil’s gasping mouth.  The two men gazed into each other’s eyes with tenderness, appreciation and a special affection that had joined them for the rest of their lives.  They held each other, they kissed, they shed tears of joy.  They were totally spent. They slept.

An hour later, Vik’s phone rang.  Dylan told him Thad was ready to go to bed and needed Phil to help him.  The two lovers quickly showered together, Phil dressed and they told each other good night.  They would talk at the Lodge tomorrow.

Hassan and Vik were at the Reception Desk the next day when the Abangui duo asked to check out.  Hassan called Grant, asking if he would like to say ‘good-bye’ to the men.  He replied he would be over momentarily.

“Mr. Abangui, would you please accompany me to inspect your room?” Vik asked Phil, who looked puzzled for a second then smiled as he realized what was really going on.  “Mr. Richards is on his way over and Dr. Abangui can wait for you here.”

Phil explained to his uncle what he was going to do, and the two men went down to the room in silence.  When they got inside, Vik bolted the door and dragged Phil over to the bed, pushing him down on it and falling on top of him.  They spent several minutes exploring each other’s mouth in a hot, full-tongue, deep kiss.  Then the two men stripped and explored each other’s body until their mouths found the object of their desire.  It may have taken twenty minutes for them to work themselves into a full orgasmic frenzy.  As each released his semen down his partner’s throat, they moaned in total satisfaction – one last time.

After a few more minutes, they redressed and went back to the Lobby.  So much for a quickie!  Thad, Hassan and Grant saw the satisfied looks on the faces as they walked through the automatic glass doors.  Vik came over to Dr. Abangui, giving him a hug and a kiss.  Phil hugged and kissed Grant, then Hassan, who had come around the desk to say ‘good-bye’ to them.  Vik helped the two men to their car, giving Phil another hug and kiss before they drove off. 

After Vik took his place behind the desk with Hassan, he commented, “I’ll miss them!”

* * * * * * *

A few weeks later, two packages arrived – one for Gerry/Grant and the other for Viktor.  They were from Phil Abangui and are originals which Phil’s dad, Thad’s oldest brother had painted. The attached notes were the same with each painting:

Dr. Abangui has asked me to express his deepest appreciation for the courtesies you and your staff bestowed upon us during our visit to The Crystal Rainbow Resort.  As a token of our everlasting friendship and affection, we want you to have this painting commemorating the founding of the Central African Republic and establishment of Bangi as its capital.

With our deep affection and good wishes always,

Dr. Thaddeus Abangui

Philip Abangui 

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To be continued...

These original paintings are signed “Abangui” and date from the 1960’s.  They were given to me by a Peace Corp administrator and someday should be available for viewing at the Harvey B. Gantt Center for African-American Arts + Culture.

Prepare to experience the outcome of a Gaither family visit.

Posted: 10/11/19