Open Sesame

By: Hank Horne
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Chapter 11

We made really good progress on the plans for the ranch in the week we worked together.  The guys could go back home and continue with fine details for each of their projects.  The last night they would be in town, I had them all together at the club next door to my house for drinks and then dinner.  After dinner, we walked over to the house and relaxed for a while. 

While touring the house, we ended up downstairs in the rec-room.  The mats of course were ready for use, and a couple of the architects asked if we ever use them.  I replied, “Several times a week.” So naturally, I asked if they ever wrestled and both replied, “Yes.”  Maji retorted, “Anytime you’re ready to defend your virginity, just let us know.”  That got a laugh from everyone.  The others indicated they had wrestled in school but not since then.  Dildar let them know he and Hassan would be glad to give a-no-holds-barred refresher course whenever they wanted. 

“Be sure you know what you’re asking for from men you do not know well,” Koji Nakamura told him.  “I have black belts in Aikido, Karate, and Ninjutsu.  I also use grappling as needed.”

“I do not grapple much but have black belts in Jeet Kune Do and Kung Fu, and I am a teacher in Tai Chi,” Zhao Erli interjected.

“The time I spent in the Israeli military taught me some nifty moves from our Krav Maga training.  I’ll be glad to show you some, if you think you’re up to it,” Myron Finkelstein from Tel Aviv offered, with a smile on his face and in his voice.

“I’ll take you up on that sometime,” Björne Holmström from Malmö, Sweden, spoke up.

“You’re on, big guy, anytime you’re ready,” Myron replied.

“What about now?” the Swedish hunk asked.

“How do you want it?”

“Right here, right now, on these mats will be good!” Björne responded.

The two men matched up rather well; Björne was about 6-foot-2, 225 pounds, with a ripped body.  The Israeli ex-soldier was my height, 6-foot and probably 210, solid enough, but beefier than the Swede.

“Hold it right there!” I interrupted.  “House Rules!  No one gets hurt in any match-up, and second, clothes are not allowed on the mats.  So — it’s totally nude or it doesn’t happen here!”

That stopped both men briefly.  The other architects looked at me surprised at the second rule, but after a few seconds they had various comments, like:  

“Alright!”         “I’ve got to see this!”         “Strip them off!”         “Woof!”

“What’ll it be?” I asked. 

The potential combatants began stripping, then paused when they got to their underwear.  “Everything!” I reminded them.  Then off came the undies, showing both men already fluffed.  Myron was rather hirsute all over, with a good eight thick inches standing up in front of him.  Björne had blond fur across his chest and down his stomach to a full thatch of blond curls surrounding nearly nine inches of uncut cock.  {Should be an interesting climax – pun intended – if Myron loses the match.}

Björne feinted an attack anticipating that Myron would move for a pass which he did and Björne countered, which surprised Myron, but recovered in time to lock into Björne for a take-down.  Now it was the big Swede who was surprised how fast his opponent countered and reversed.  He was on his side with the Israeli going for a choke.  He tucked his chin just in time to prevent being taken out in the move, and grabbed hard for the groin, squeezing at the same time.  Myron released the choke as Björne brought his right arm up in the air and slammed his elbow into the right kidney.  In the next second, he was on his feet and knee dropped in the same spot in Myron’s side.  Björne got his own sleeper hold on Myron, and the Middle Eastern bear tapped out.  Björne released his victim, then helped him to his feet. 

“The third house rule is that the loser gets fucked by the winner,” I told them, smiling.

They embraced, and immediately realized they both were showing pre-cum from extremely hard cocks.   Björne went to his knees and began sucking on the up-curved, circumcised manhood to show respect for the embarrassed warrior.  Some of the other men were feeling each other and soon cocks were out, and half were on their knees in front of a partner.  The fighters got into a “69” position to enjoy the culmination of their battle.  Myron took the uncircumcised Swede all the way to the base, with no hint of rejecting the uncut penis.  Soon everyone else was enjoying a suck-fest, and their clothes were lying around the room.  After their initial relief, they redressed, took the limo back to the hotel for another round of fun and ‘gaymes,’ get some sleep and be ready to fly out of DC later the next day.  Maji, Dildar, Hassan and I went up to our rooms and enjoyed our second round also.

The next afternoon, the four of us drove out to Dulles International to give our guests a good send-off.  I reserved a VIP suite where we could relax before the flights.  Since they were going in all different directions, their flights left all through the evening and night.  The VIP suite has accommodations for a nap, shower, drinks, meals – anything a traveler might need on layover.  There were snacks, sandwiches, coffee, tea, a wet-bar, soft drinks.  It was a delightful opportunity to enjoy their company and allow them some time to say ‘good-bye’ privately.  I was surprised they were as emotional as they were.  Myron and Björne apparently had become very attached in the past twenty-four hours and promised each other to stay in touch.  The same was true with Kago and Charles-Arthur.  I told Kago that I was planning to get a member of the PGA to design a nine or eighteen-hole golf course with a practice driving range and putting green for the resort and would be in touch about that.  It would be for club members and resort guests, as well as our staff.  {I know!  I know!  Nobody in the PGA is out, but some might just be less homophobic for a couple million extra dollars.  I’ll start with a one million bonus to see where it gets me, then up it if I must.}

By 3:00 a.m. everyone was headed home, including the four of us.  We were near Reston, VA, on 267 when I posed a couple of questions to the other guys. 

“Of the twelve men we have just put on flights, which would you most want to hit on and which would you rather not have hit on you?”

All three replied “Finkelstein” would be the one they would reject his advances.  And all three agreed his supercilious attitude turned them off.

Hassan elaborated, “I really am glad he got his ass beaten last night in front of everybody.  He thought he was so high and mighty that nobody could get the best of him.”

Dildar added, “I wish Holmström had rammed his ass with no mercy.”

“While I’m not really turned on by grizzly bears, he does have an impressive piece of meat standing up between his other legs,” Maji commented.  “Probably about the size of Arman’s, or bigger.”

“I heard that!” exclaimed a disembodied voice.

“You two, show yourselves – now!” I commanded.  “Did you have anything to do with the outcome of that match-up last night?”

“Yes, Master,” the two replied in unison.  “We guided the big blond man in his moves,” Jamal said. “And prevented the Jew from moving faster,” added Arman.

I was getting more and more angry by the minute.  “You two picked this man to work for us and then do this to him?  If I could, I would beat the living shit out of you two!  You — will — regret — this — I assure you!  Now get back in your ring, both of you, and stay there until we call you.  And you will make amends to Myron, regardless of how distasteful it is for you Persians!  Do you understand?  Jamal?” 

“Arman?” Maji said.

“Yes, Master,” they both said, then disappeared into our rings in a puff of smoke.

There was total silence in the car the rest of the way home.

* * * * *

With Thanksgiving and Christmas coming soon, we put our project on the back burner for a while as we planned Greta and Robbie’s engagement party for Thanksgiving weekend and then a Christmas party for friends and family a couple of weeks later.  Our Muslim friends will learn about the Christmas traditions here in America, and our Persian jinn will remain snuggled in their cozy human-sized rings. 

To be continued... 

Posted: 10/12/18