Warm Welcome in Iran

Jeff’s last trip in Europe was a tow-week tour of Turkey. At the end of the expedition, the guide offered an extension to Syria, Iran or Georgia. Jeff chose Iran and could not have made a better selection. When he checked in his hotel, Jeff was welcomed at the reception by a clerk with a Nima name tag. The 30-year old Iranian man was so good looking that Jeff did not hesitate to exchange a coded smile. Nima confirmed the reservation, gave Jeff a key and welcomed him to the Espinas Persian Gulf Hotel. He then whispered what he had practice in English for so long: “I finish my shift in two hours but will knock on your door to ensure that you are comfortably installed, Sir.” 

Jeff took a little nap after unpacking. He kept thinking of Nima’s smile, of his manly deodorant, of his virile look. Exactly two hours later, there was a smooth and gentle knock on the door. When Nima walked in, he was carrying a tray with a large bottle of non-alcoholic beer, two glasses, a bowl of yogurt and cucumber slices, and fresh fruits. Jeff was more intrigued by the hotel clerk’s attitude than by the appetizing platter. Nima kept going around the room to make it look tidy and every time he approached Jeff, he nonchalantly caressed his thigh or even his ass. Jeff was twice Nima’s age but got the message.

- No need to tidy up, why don’t you sit down with me and share the beer and yogurt dip?
- Nice of you to invite me. I can pour you a glass of Shams, Sir.
- Please call me Jeff, my handsome Nima!

The young Iranian and the older Canadian cuddled on the sofa, had a sip of beer and slowly but passionately embraced. Nima showered Jeff with long tender kisses which led to caresses on the cheeks, on the pectoral, on the thighs, on the butt, on the bulging crotch. Jeff guided Nima to the king-size bed, slowly undressing him to admire the splendor of a full-blown tower of virile beauty, polishing it with his tongue. For Nima, each lick became a breath of Love. Each caress went beyond the erotic body to reach the inner soul, the heart.

Nima could not believe that his dream was finally materializing. With very little experience, he followed the steps of Jeff, licking and sucking his partner’s cock, chewing on his balls. When Jeff directed his tongue into Nima’s ass hole, there was a sudden hesitation. This was new territory for the young Iranian but he was more than willing to learn from his new master. He licked timidly at first, then started to twist his tongue in Jeff’s rose bud. Moans of pleasure and a hardening cock pushed Nima to jerk of his partner and trigger an explosion of nectar.

It was now Nima’s turn to reach an orgasm so Jeff used his sperm to lubricate his ass and invited his young friend to fuck him gently but firmly… until full satisfaction. Nima was so excited that he wept with joy on Jeff’s crack, embraced him from behind and started first to slap his thick dark rod on Jeff’s pale butt. Once his engine had reached its full acceleration, he headed towards Jeff’s one-way street of pleasure. No stop signs, just “Yield to heavy traffic”. Nima’s hips and Jeff’s buns were now bumper to bumper. The collision provoked a load of cream.

After a quick shower, the young Iranian and the older Canadian were again cuddling on the sofa. Nima reminded Jeff that homosexuality is illegal in Iran, that it is very dangerous to be gay in this country. With a tear in his eye, Nima gently kissed Jeff on the lips and decided that the time had now come for him to open his heart and to deliver a poem he had prepared for the right moment, for the right man:    

Oh, my Dear, you look like a dove
Like an angel sent from above
Stay in my arms
Let me embrace you
Now and forever

Jeff had some experience with closeted guys in countries where homosexuality is illegal, where young men fall instantly in love with older foreigners, so he played the game and replied by his own borrowed poem from Lauren Child, British children’s author:

We were given
Two hands to hold
Two legs to walk
Two eyes to see
Two ears to listen
But why only one heart
Because the other
Was given to someone else
For us to find

Nima was overwhelmed with joy. The only thing he need now was a visa for this other heart.