Open Sesame

By: Hank Horne
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Chapter 10

The three Iraqis and I walked into Best Buy right after they opened the day we were told to return.  Their Geeks were running a final test on the laptops to verify they would do all we needed, so we walked around the store looking at the tremendous variety of things they have for sale.  My guys were overwhelmed with all that was there and could have spent the entire day just browsing, and probably a day’s supply of money as well.  About thirty minutes later, we were paged to the Geek Squad’s area.  The tech told us that everything was working perfectly on all of them, but if we had any problems to give him a call.  We left with our prizes and headed home. 

In the office, we set up two card tables from Mom and Dad’s bridge club days, and I used my desk.  We each took a continent and looked for ‘nude/naked muscle hunks/bodybuilders’ of whatever countries and/or major cities of that region.  After about an hour of this visual stimulation, Greta announced lunch and we headed for the dining room.  After lunch, we went back to “work” (if you can call this “work”), viewing each other’s selections.  Oh maann! The heat coming from the monitors had us on overload.  Maji and I had an unusual sensation, a feeling, something we couldn’t explain.  Then we realized it was the close presence of Jamal and Arman, although we couldn’t see them. 

“Jamal, Arman, show yourselves!” I commanded.

They appeared, stretched out on the couch with Arman on top of Jamal, pounding his ass as rough as you could imagine.  Their tongues were extended farther than we’d ever seen them, having a tongue sword fight; parries, counter parries, doubl’es – all while Arman kept pounding.  Damn!  Just watching them got us all hot and we had to take matters into our own hands and do some pumping of our own.  Hassan and Dildar shot their loads first and the two jinn turned their faces toward the two young studs, wrapped their tongues around the tips of the ejaculating pair, taking their full loads and swallowing them. 

This was too much for Maji and me!  We started hyperventilating and two unbelievably long tongues reached out to us and took our loads also.  All of us were drained, of energy and l’homme-crème.  We sat there with our flaccid cocks hanging out as both jinn began their low-rumbling moans.  We could see Jamal’s hand pumping faster and then his seed shot into the air.  Again, their tongues set up dueling for the prize.  Each got a goodly amount as Arman stopped pounding and shot blast after blast up his lover’s colon.  He continued moaning as he loaded the waiting receptacle with a seemingly infinite amount of his ejaculate.  He leaned down and ran his extremely elongated tongue up Jamal’s open cave, lapping up what he had just deposited.  Then they shared the remains of Arman’s labors.

They smiled at us — and disappeared.

The four of us decided we needed some rest, closed the computers and went to bed – too tired for any more fun and gaymes!

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After dinner, the four of us went back to the computers to make some more selections from around the world.  I looked for some “little men” to portray elves at Christmas, New Year’s babies, Cupids for Valentine’s Day, and Leprechauns for St. Patrick’s Day, then during the rest of the year they could keep busy as bar-backs at the club and resort.  They could also perform in some of Maji’s videos. 

The guys we are looking for, of course, would be hot, sexy, and built to the max!  They would staff all our various ventures and would double as actors in the videos.  We would need bartenders, food servers, cooks, dancers, security, house and resort attendants, landscapers, flower and vegetable gardeners, electricians, handymen, production crew for the video endeavor, and that’s just a start.  We could have more than a couple of hundred hot, sexy, very strong, hung, muscular men on our staff, trained as we want them; attitudes and personalities to be convivial with everyone, honest, loyal and trustworthy {so, we’re ‘men’ scouts, pre-pubescent ‘boys’ don’t interest us; and you won’t find any on our computers},

plus respectful of everyone’s religious/ethnic/moral beliefs.  All our men will be bi-sexual, equally attracted to women as men and will be more than able and ready to perform with everyone. {Or should I say, omni-sexual?}  Each will have the strength, energy and stamina of three men their size.

All the men will have other extraordinary attributes that will be jinn-derived.  While their ‘manhood’ will be varied, as all men are, none will be less than eight inches nor more than thirteen inches, and of variable thickness.  Their pre-cum, in addition to its usual attributes, will have an anesthetic that will desensitize the nerves of the throat, vagina or rectum.  It will allow ease of entry to any of the three without undue pain or discomfort, regardless of the size of the penis.  All three will adjust to accommodate the greatest pleasure for both partners. 

The men will be totally disease free and incapable of contracting or dispensing any disease.  Their pre-cum will totally eradicate any sexually transmitted disease by any of their partners.  One injection by our guys will cure “whatever ails you.”  They will maintain maximum erection, once they reach it, until shooting their entire supply.  They will be capable of another erection in half an hour and emitting another full load within an hour.  Their ejaculate will be totally sterile – no babies allowed!

{Let me know if you have other attributes to add to their talents and abilities!}

But before we get to the fun stuff and establish our stable of studs, we need a place to put these muffins.  The jinn will look at several sites in the subtropics, where the weather is more conducive to a nudist enclave, because ours will be totally clothing optional – even in the middle of winter.  {Personally, I’ll opt for clothes in the coldest temperatures!}  We’ll need architects to draw up the plans and our magical duo will set up meetings with some ‘family’ members to give them our ideas. 

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Our jinn gave us a list of architects from various firms around the world who could complete the job we wanted done.  We called each one, asking if they would be interested in working on the project, or have the time to take it on exclusively.  We ended up with twelve from major architectural firms whom we flew to Washington for a conference.  All the men are fluent in English so that did not become a problem.  They had individual suites at the Marriott in the Pooks Hill area of Bethesda, and I reserved a conference room for the week there where we could meet privately.  The evening that they all arrived, we used that room for a traditional ‘Washington Casual’ cocktail party.  {Slacks, open collar shirt and sport coat.}  Everyone was very congenial, and I think they realized they were among ‘family.’ 

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again:  The jinn know how to pick smokin’ hunks for us to work with!  Every one of them was gorgeous and built like a brick shit-house!  We got to know each other a bit, and how they interacted afterward was up to them.  They could pair up or go to dinner in groups.  Most of them ate at the restaurant in the hotel, since I was paying.

The next morning, we met together and went over the outlines of what we wanted to accomplish with the Crystal Rainbow.  Everyone took up the challenge of the area where their interest lay.  Of course, there were some who duplicated each other, but most areas were taken by a couple of guys each. The farm and general layout however was picked by only one man.  Then Maji and I took questions about the castle, the resort, the nightclub/diner, the studio, the apartments, and the general layout. 

The stretch limo was waiting for us when we were ready to go to lunch.  We had reservations for the sixteen of us at Black’s Bar and Kitchen in Bethesda. 

That afternoon, Maji and I took a pair of architects to discuss their individual project.  Maji worked with the men designing the studio and what his needs would be.  I took the pair working on the castle, so we set up at either end of the double conference room.  Dildar and Hassan spent about half an hour with each of us, switching off a while. After about one and a half hours, we took a break and the guys went back to their rooms for some rest.  When the four of us got back from a bathroom break, the other two pairs were waiting for us to discuss the plans for the resort and nightclub/diner. 

Then at four o’clock, we met with Kago Okafor, the only one working on the overall layout of the ranch.  He had some sketches for the way he thought it might be organized, gleaned from our discussion that morning.  It was pretty much in tune with what we were thinking.  I was impressed with the entrance he had sketched; a divided two-lane road with a planted area of flowering shrub and trees all the way from the entrance to the back of the property.  The drives to each of the facilities would have their own “entryway” to that facility.  The arch at the property entrance would be a rainbow of color spelling out, “Crystal Rainbow Ranch.”  A similar arch would be at the road leading to each site.  “Crystal Rainbow Club.” “Crystal Rainbow Resort.” “Crystal Rainbow Homes.” “Crystal Rainbow Studios.” “Crystal Rainbow Gardens.” “Crystal Rainbow Castle.” 

By the time he finished his presentation, we were all overwhelmed at his creativity.  Dildar suggested a guard house at the front entrance for two security guards to keep each other company and one always there when the other needed to use the facility or take a lunch break.  Include a small lunch room and toilet at the rear of the building, which everyone agreed was an excellent suggestion.  He also suggested an iron fence running a hundred yards on either side of the entry road, and then cameras every hundred yards around the entire perimeter of the land.  Hassan suggested planting two or three rows of tall evergreen trees, like the ones that grow in Lebanon, so that no person nor large animal could get between them easily; a natural barrier to trespassers around the entire property and ecologically beneficial as well.  He suggested that we knew a couple of guys who could arrange planting ten-year-old trees all around the place.  Maji, Dildar and I just nodded our heads.  “Good thought, Hassan!”

We wrapped up the meetings for the day, sent word to the rest of the visitors that the limo would pick them up at six-thirty to take them to dinner and we would meet them at La Ferme Restaurant on Brookville Road at seven.  One of my high school and church friends had grown up in the house that used to stand on that location, but the family had sold the property in the early 1980’s and the site became an outstanding restaurant.  I hadn’t eaten there in several years and looked forward to seeing what changes had been made recently. 

The next morning, we all met to share what suggestions everyone had for the project.  One of the guys specialized in restaurant design so we suggested that he share some thoughts about kitchen layout with the resort and castle teams, as well as working on the diner’s kitchen over the nightclub. 

After a break, Maji got together with the studio design pair and worked with them on the various needs of the studio.  I spent some time with the palace couple, pointing out some specifics I’d like to see in it.  Hassan and Dildar talked with the housing team, suggesting how they saw several clusters of townhouses for each of the primary use of each work group; dancers in one cluster, food and bar services in another cluster, security in another, landscaping and gardening in their own area near the gardens’ site, etc.  Each cluster would have a very different exterior appearance, so they could be used as settings for videos.

They mentioned to Kago that a perimeter drive circumventing the property might be beneficial for easy access to all facilities and avoid visitor traffic on the main road.  Kago included storage buildings on the outer side of the drive between the gardening area and the apartments, designed to fit into the general theme of designs.  We all agreed that each separate entity compliment the others in theme, following the design of the castle — or maybe we should think of it more as a palace. Crystal Rainbow Palace? Crystal Palace? There will be as much glass as stone. Hmmm?

The resort would have a similar façade at the entrance, and there would be six levels, with a color of the rainbow featured on each level.  The patio/balcony lights would be of those colors and would set an ambiance from across the river.

For the nightclub, the crystal rainbow effect would begin at ground level to the roof-line then make the arch from one corner to the other across the front of the building.  The resort guys liked that idea and incorporated it into the entrance façade also. 

At this point, Maji and I were about to cream in our pants with excitement.  Hassan told us, “Get a room!”  Dildar replied, “We’ve got a room here.  Lock the doors and get the orgy started!”  The visitors looked stunned.  But they also looked as if they liked the idea.  “Look, stud-horse, keep those hormones under control.  We’ll have an orgy when this operation is up and running,” I told him.  That got a good laugh from the architectural group, and a look of relief. 

“We will have a grand opening with invitation only for those who will have played an important role in the project.  We’ll probably fill the resort with guests like you guys, and the castle with dignitaries who have been influential in getting this to work.  Let’s relax for the afternoon.  Get some lunch here, or if you want to try some other place in the area, and do some looking around town, please feel free.  Here’s a hundred bucks each for food and taxi service.  If you need more than that, I’ll pony up at dinner.  See you all at seven o’clock at the Capital Grille.  Enjoy the afternoon.”

The twelve men left, and I turned to my three pals, saying, “Let’s get home.  I’m hungry for some Tube Steak Au Crème.  An orgy, my right nut!”  

We went home and found a note from Greta saying she had gone shopping downtown and had left turkey salad and egg salad in the fridge, and we knew where the beer was stashed.  We chowed down, then took a nice walk around the neighborhood for about a half an hour, then back home.  We went to the basement for a workout on the mats.  Since Greta would be gone, we stripped completely and enjoyed our wrestling orgy.  We switched partners for wrestling, some preliminary face-fucking and playing with some different prostates.  Periodically, some unseen force would interfere with our matches, moving us to a new partner unexpectedly.  Horny jinn fuckers!  That was part of the fun that afternoon, but we got back to our real partners to share our crème de la crème!  Then it was to bed for some needed rest.

Dinner at the Capital Grille was nice and relaxed.  Little talk about the project and we learned a lot about each other.  By this time everyone was comfortable with each other; we understood where our personal attractions were; and it seemed that the men who were working together as a pair were enjoying their personal relationships as well.  Kago Okafor, the South African landscape designer, and Charles-Arthur Bouchard, the Parisian kitchen designer, had developed a relationship which seemed to mesh nicely. 

{I love it when a plan comes together!}

To be continued...