The jumbo jet landed at Newark Liberty International Airport. It had embarked from Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv about 12 hours earlier. Marine Dadiani, an Israeli citizen originally from Tbilisi, Georgia, thanked God for a safe arrival. The Mizrahi Jewish woman was traveling with her husband and two youngest c***dren, twins Lia & Leila.
Abel yawned and looked over at Marine as the plane taxied. “We are here,” he said in Georgian.
“Finally,” replied his wife in the South Caucasus language. “Are you hungry?”
“I could eat,” the older man said.
“Here,” she fished a container of almonds out of her tote bag.
Abel and Marine Dadiani had been married for 36 years. They immigrated from the former Soviet republic to Israel in the 1990s in hopes of better opportunity. However, the were some stark prejudices against North African and Middle Eastern Sephardic Jews such as themselves. There were disparities in housing, education, and general society. All the same, they made a life for themselves and their offspring.
Their firstborn, Gal, became a career soldier in the Israeli Defense Forces. He now held a warrant officer rank.
The second Dadiani c***d was Amiel. He lived outside of Pittsburgh. After his conscription and three-year service obligation, he spent a year in Israel doing much of nothing. He moved to the States. He studied computational biology at Carnegie Mellon. Today, the 32 year-old, five-foot-ten man with ruddy, pockmarked skin was waiting for his family.
Amiel had on a burgundy fitted T-shirt that showed off his lean, muscular physique. He wore a pair of light-wash slim jeans and blue canvas slip-on Sperry shoes. His dishwater blond hair was cut low on the sides with the top slicked back with gel. He waited patiently for his family.
The Dadianis had the twins ten years after Amiel was born.
Amiel had worked with a friend on the faculty of Washington & Jefferson College to get his sisters admitted there.
Lia was the first to spot Amiel. She announced it to the family.
The group hugged and greeted one another with loving warmth.
“Thank you for picking us up,” Marine shared in Georgian.
“No problem, mama,” Amiel said. “Did you bring me some chocolate?”
“Of course, dear!”
Israeli chocolate was delicious and not found in western Pennsylvania. Amiel was delighted.
Amiel helped them with their bags. He led the way to the parking garage. He and Abel loaded the luggage into the back of his red 2015 Toyota RAV4. He drove towards the airport exit and headed onto Interstate 78 West.
Amiel stopped at a Cracker Barrel restaurant less than 30 minutes from the airport. The group ordered food. His sisters and mother were enthralled by the Americana retail goods. In addition to paying for the meal, he bought them some hard candy as a treat.
They made the remainder of the 5-hour trek to Amiel’s home. They arrived at the 1500-square-foot bungalow.
Abel admired the place. “Very nice, son!”
“Thanks, mama.” Amiel replied with the Georgian word for dad.
Unlike many other languages, Georgian was much older and unrelated. Therefore, they did not have similar word for mother and father. To the untrained, it seemed that the terms were reversed. Deda for moms. Mama for fathers.
Marine made hinkali, a dumpling filled with a beef meatball and the broth it was cooked in. She also made a dessert of walnuts dipped in g**** syrup. Amiel tore up the food he had not tasted in ages.
Over the next week, Amiel helped his parent and sisters get acclimated. The girls were finally situated in their dorm room at the liberal arts school. Lia planned to study economics and Leila was pursuing the engineering track which would make her do three years here followed by another two at partner institution.
Amiel saw his parents back off to Tel Aviv. He settled back into his homelife. He did nothing that weekend, but chill out and play video games.
When that Monday rolled around, he got ready for work. He drove out to basic brown three-story building in a rural town industrial park. The sign out front read ‘Advantis’. The company that was owned by an Iranian-British billionaire specialized in leading-edge weapons systems. Advantis had contracts with several NATO-member nations. Amiel Dadiani was second-in-charge of a neural link command system project - a fact he could tell no one about.
Advantis was staffed with a cadre of brilliant minds. Many of them coming from Israel.
Amiel was recruited there after failing out of training for Mossad, the Israeli version of the American C.I.A.
As Amiel entered the facility, he spotted Tewodros. “Hey, there!”
“Hi, Amiel,” replied the Ethiopian Jew.
“How have you been?”
“Pretty good! Did you enjoy your vacation?”
“It was busy, but good.”
“Glad to hear it!”
“We should catch up after work today.”
“I’ll be done around 5:30. Just message me before you leave.”
The medium-brown former IDF signals analyst walked away. He was almost five-foot-five. He had been employed at Advantis for 23 months. He and Amiel had bonded over the plight of non-European Jews in Israel. It was fact that was largely ignored in the international community.
At 5:02, Amiel sent a message to Tewodros using the company’s secure platform. They decided to meet up for a drink in town.
Tewodros ordered a gin based cocktail. His hair was close-cropped and textured.
Amiel asked a for whiskey neat.
Their beverages arrived.
“So,” Amiel cleared his throat and leaned close. “What color are your toes today?”
“Bubblegum,” advised the delicate intelligence analyst.
“Nice! Can I see you repaint them?”
“Of course, Amiel.”
“Well, let’s finish these drinks and go to my place.”
Amiel paid the tab and led the way out of the bar. Tewodros followed behind the compact SUV in his black 2016 Hyundai Sonata.
Inside Amiel’s house, they sat in the living room.
Tewodros, who was a fit dude with a flat chest and stomach, was removing the color from his toes. He had a bottle of bright purple polish with him. He began to slowly re-paint his toenails.
“That is beautiful,” remarked Amiel. He pulled out his substantial seven-and-a-half-inch dick. He stroked it as he admired the slender femboi with thick thighs go about his task. “I’ve been thinking about this a lot!”
“Have you,” checked Tewodros.
“You have no idea,” admitted the brown-eyed beau.
“Goodie,” mused sissy bottom.
Tewodros finished painting. Amiel held the small ankles and admired the pretty feet. Amiel blew on them gently to speed up the drying process.
Tewodros looked teasingly at Amiel. He put his soles on Amiel’s throbbing cock. He clenched them together and began to jack the member.
“Oh, shit,” groaned Amiel.
“You like that,” asked Tewodros.
“Oh yeah! Love these pretty feet on my dick!”
“Yes, daddy! Look at all that precum leaking on my toes!”
“Yeah, sissy! You get me so worked up!”
“I’m glad! You wanna put that big dick in my boipussy.”
“Yes, I do!”
Tewodros stood up and bent over. His stuck out his powerful thighs and bubble booty.
Amiel smacked it and ate it.
Then, Amiel slid inside.
“Owwwww,’ whined Tewodros.
Amiel worked his meat until he was balls deep. “This faggit pussy is tight!”
“Fuck me, Amiel,” begged the bottom boi.
“Damn! Your boipussy is good!”
“Give me that dick, sexy!”
“Yeah, pussyboi! Take it!”
Amiel flipped Tewodros onto his back. As he pounded the clenched hole, he sucked on Tewodros pretty toes.
“Oh, baby,” whined the fuck doll. “I love how you make me feel!”
“And I love fucking your pretty Black ass with my Georgian cock!”
“Yes, sexy! Fuck me!”
“You have such good fag boipussy! I love this shit!”
When Amiel was ready to nut, he pulled out of Tewodros’ rectum. He rubbed the nut out of his engorged dick. He skeeted on the mocha-colored boi’s fruit feet. Then he fed his seed to Tewodros.