Open Sesame

By: Hank Horne
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Chapter 6

Over the next couple of weeks, Arman set up appointments with the bankers in Zurich and The Caribbean for Majid to open accounts with them. I prepared a letter of introduction for each of them to let them know I was sending him to them specifically. During that time, I had an appointment with the American Embassy in Bagdad to get the paperwork started to get visitor visas for the three guys. I met with one of the Assistant Secretaries, Jim Guthrie, to explain the situation and that he could expect to hear from Senator Staunton for his support of the request. Jim was amenable to processing the requests and indicated he would keep in touch.

I would have been glad for him to keep in very close touch because he was so personable and a really hot hunk! Probably in his late thirties, just under six-feet tall, and really a solid build; it was obvious the way his arms stretched the sleeves, his chiseled chest with fully erect nipples filled out the shirt and the waist tapered, neatly folded and tucked-in, a la military fashion.

About a week later, Jim called and asked when I could drop by to get some information about where they would be headquartered in the States and contact info – the usual red-tape stuff. I told him I could be at the Embassy about 4:30 in the afternoon. He said he’d be looking forward to the meeting.

I walked up to the Embassy entrance and gave the blazing hot Marine on duty my name, without the rank and serial number, so he ushered me in and called Jim. I was ushered into the office and was once again bowled over with how hot he looked, even with the Marine standing next to him. The Marine left, then Jim and I sat down. Jim opened the folder with the visa information.

“Grant, where will these nationals stay while in the States?”

“My house, 6600 Connecticut Avenue, Chevy Chase.”

“That’s on the Maryland side, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Sure is. You know the area?”

“My family lives in P.G. (Prince George’s) County. Will they be traveling around the country while they’re there, and will you accompany them?”

“Yes, to both questions. I would like to show them some of the National Parks, Disney World or Disney Land, probably some time at the Eastern Shore, New York – places tourists go.”

“Will you be responsible for their expenses or will they have jobs during this visit?”

“I will be responsible for all their expenses, and any medical expenses, should they occur.”

“What about while you’re working? Will you be out of the country during this time?

“I don’t expect to go out of the country while they’re in the States. I have leave time accrued so I’ll take them around. Any stories I do will be within the continental limits of the United States, and if I can arrange it, Majid will be my cameraman, as he is now. He is a GNN employee. I’m hoping he will be transferred to the United States permanently, but we’ll see about that down the road. As for the two young men, this is an opportunity I don’t think they should pass up, since I’m covering all their expenses.”

“Sounds good. Do you have any questions?”

“Not about government business, at this time. If I think of any, I’ll ask.”

“Let’s go get dinner and you can ask all the questions you want then. The answers will definitely be off the record.”

“I rarely do sneak interviews. On that, I’m usually ‘straight’ forward.”

“Aroma? Mazaya? Al-Areesha? (Names of good restaurants in the area.) Name your poison.”

“You pick it; I’m driving and buying! No arguments and no fighting. Verstehen Sie?” ⁵

“Jawohl! ⁶ We’ll have to discuss the fight later, or at least a wrestling match,” Jim said smiling big.

“Next time you’re in DC, I’ve got the mats in my rec room, and you’re on! No holds barred to submission.”

“I can hardly wait. Your ass will be mine!”

“Dream on, Muscles.”

Laughing, we left the Embassy, got into my car and drove to the Mazaya.

Excellent food and service. Over dinner, Jim and I exchanged a lot of information about each other. He is single and because of his job, plans to keep it that way. He never knows where he’ll go next in the Diplomatic Corps. We did affirm our appreciation for the muscular physique of another man and that this is not the place to show it. I reiterated that my wrestling mats would be a perfect place to show that appreciation. He promised he’d keep in touch.

Majid got all his bank accounts set up and we started regular deposits to all the accounts, including our local accounts. Much of the money he deposited in his Iraqi account he then transferred half of it into his family’s various accounts.

Word came through from Jim that all three visas had been approved, and the week I was scheduled to go back to the States, they got their passports and we all took them to Jim for the visas. I reiterated that I wanted him to keep in touch and let me know when he would be state-side. We gave each other a “manly” hug in his office and he gave each of the others one, too. Maji and I took the opportunity to twist his hot, protruding nipples through his expensive light blue shirt, that brought out the blue in his eyes.

The evening before we left Iraq, the Fadel and Hassan families came to Bagdad to have some time with their sons/brothers. Majid had moved in with me, so his aunt and uncle could stay with his parents. Dildar and Hassan were already staying at the Rimal; Majid could afford it now and he got the Hassan family a suite.

We made reservations at the Al-Areesha Restaurant for all of us: three large tables for the Mustafa, Fadel and Hassan families, then a table for two for Jim and me. This gave the three families the opportunity to focus on their own.

Jim and I got into a discussion of our years in school at Maryland University. We both wrestled varsity a couple of years, and pledged fraternities – well, sort of, for me.

Jim asked me which frat I pledged, so I pulled out a note pad and wrote down the Greek letters:
 

“Sigma Phi Omicron?” Jim asked with a puzzled tone.

“That’s not a letter. That’s a zero. Sigma Phi Nothing!” I replied chuckling.

He laughed, stuck a finger in my face, and commented: “Any – more – jokes – like – that – and – your (clears throat) will be grass before you leave Bagdad!” We both convulsed in laughter.

He and I decided to leave then. I asked our server for everybody’s checks and paid with dinars, including a very generous tip. We bid everyone good night and told them to enjoy themselves as long as they wanted to, that I had taken care of everything for them. If they wanted anything else, Maji could take care of it.

Jim and I left, and each drove back to the hotel. On the way up in the elevator, Jamal whispered to me that there was a security breach in my room. In reply, I thought: ‘Show me where it is when we get there.’ As Jim and I walked down the hall, I whispered to him: “Security breech, shhhhh” as I put my finger to my lips to be quiet and pointed to the room. I opened the door and started singing: “Show me the way to go home, I am tired and I want to go to bed.” Then I flipped on the TV and turned it up louder than usual. Jamal guided me to where the bug was hidden. I carefully removed it and put it up against the TV speaker, then slowly increased the volume. I left it there for a minute then moved it away from the sound, took it into the bathroom and flushed it down the toilet. So much for the spies and whatever they wanted to get on me.

After securing the door, we both stripped to our skivvies. Damn, he is a beautiful man! Perfectly chiseled, very little extra but not enough to consider him “beefy.” After checking out his incredible biceps, I ran my hands over his chest and got a head start on the “nipple mercy” game. He picked up on it as soon as he realized what I was doing, and he went for the kill. It took a while but I had met my match. He is one strong fucker! When I released him, he immediately grabbed one of my arms and twisted it into a hammerlock. As he moved his hands to go for a sleeper hold, I reached down and grabbed his balls, squeezing hard to get his attention. Jim dropped the hold and backed off.

“Sonuvabitch!” he exclaimed as he backed away.

“You’re good,” I responded, smiling.

“You’re tricky, yourself!”

I just smiled, waiting for his next move. He was going for mercy with the hands and arms test of strength. We clasped hands and started the struggle. Again, I was no match for him. He had me on my knees and rubbing his package in my face. Then I was rubbing my face in his package, using my tongue to reach inside his fly for what it was hiding. He released my hands and I used them to pull his skivvies down around his feet. Nine inches of thick man-muscle slapped me in the face as he swung it back and forth. I grabbed it and licked the pre-cum from its Cyclops-eye. I ran my tongue down it as I took it in my mouth, working my way slowly to its base. Jim forced me on my back and sat on my stomach with his pole right at my face. I continued sucking on it until he pulled away and stood. He reached down and helped me up, then spun me around and put me in a Full Nelson. I put my hands together, picked my feet off the floor and my weight pulled him off balance and I flipped him over. I dropped my skivvies, stepped out of them, then sat on his face before he could recover.

He started kicking and I grabbed his legs and bent them over my shoulders, holding them apart with my arms. I leaned my head down and started blowing on his tightly closed portal. Jim was able to reach up and began tickling my sides and armpits. When I reacted, he locked his feet around my head and pulled me over on top of him, my face right at his crotch and my crotch in his face; ah-ha! my favorite 69, double head scissors position. We took that to mean we could orally use whatever happened to pop up!

As we both took advantage of the other’s love muscle, I could feel myself ready to expel my load.

“Do you want a mouth-full?” I asked.

“You’re about to get your own, if you want it.”

“Lem’me have it!

“Lay it on me!

And we did. After resting a bit, we turned around to hold each other and share the residue of our mutual voluminous explosions.

“I’m looking forward to a return match when you get back home,” I told Jim.

“Me, too. I haven’t had that much fun since I was home two – three – four years ago,” he replied. “Now I have something to look forward to when I take some leave over Christmas.”

“You’re hereby invited to spend Christmas and New Year’s with us, or at least some time at our place. You know where we’ll be.”

“You got it, bro,” Jim said as he leaned in for a good-bye kiss.

We dressed, hugged and kissed again before I opened the door for him to leave.

To be continued... 

⁵ You understand?
⁶ Yes, sir!

Posted: 09/14/18