Jerry

By: Will B
(© 2009 by the author)
Ably Assisted by Ed

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Trace and Jerry arrived home. They met Andy, the caretaker, and Wall-Eye, a licensed plumber, who happened to be Andy’s very, very special friend.

Chapter 6

A week later, Trace and Jerry drove into Frisco. Trace had made an appointment with Tad Comings, his lawyer. The last week had been rapturous, but even honeymooners have to return to reality, and Trace and Jerry had some practical matters to think of.

They drove into the suburbs of the city, and pulled into the parking lot of a nine-story office building. The directory in the lobby told them that Comings and Gowings, Attorneys at Law, had their offices on the ninth floor. When they stepped off the elevator, Trace and Jerry found themselves in the reception area of the law firm. Unlike so many law offices that were furnished in heavy Victorian dark wood, this office was furnished in a light Swedish modern style.

A handsome twenty-something secretary took their names and asked them to be seated.

A few minutes later, the secretary returned and told them Mr. Comings would see them. Trace and Jerry went into the office and were greeted by Tad Comings, Esq. He was five-feet-ten inches tall and had curly blond hair and blue eyes. He had broad shoulders and a flat stomach, and the two visitors couldn’t help but notice a respectable package of meat right where it should be.

Comings shook their hands with a firm grip and invited them to be seated. “Just a minute, please, Mr. Mackenzie. My personal assistant is bringing coffee.”

As if on a cue, the handsome, (yes, hot-looking) secretary, who had first greeted them, came in with a tray loaded with a coffee pot, cups, saucers, cream, sugar, and some Danish pastries. He poured the coffee, offered the pastries and turned as if to leave.

“Ah, Ron, bring the Souchard Hotel file and your pad and pen, please,”

Tad Comings asked, “Mr. Mackenzie, how may Comings and Gowings be of service?”

“There are several things, Mr. Comings,” Trace started. “First of all, you should know that Mr. Taylor and I are partners…”

Mr. Comings said, “And...?”

“We want you to prepare two powers of attorney and two medical durable powers of attorney, which would allow either of us to make medical decisions in case the other person is incapacitated.”

“That’s very wise of you, Mr. Mackenzie. That’s how my partner and I have arranged things…, haven’t we, Ron?”

“That’s right, Tad.” Ron smiled at the two clients in the office.

“Next,” Trace went on, “I want you to put Mr. Taylor’s name on the deed to the Hotel so that he is joint owner.”

Jerry looked at Trace in surprise. “Trace, you don’t have to…”

“I know I don’t have to, Jerry, but I want to, and that’s that!” responded Trace.

“We’ll have those documents ready for you to sign in a few minutes.  Ron is a notary, so he can notarize them as well.”

“Now, about the hotel,” said Trace. “We want to reopen it as a combination restaurant and hotel, which caters to gay couples.  We have a beautiful beach for guests to use, and we want to open the restaurant as soon as possible.  We also want to start providing accommodations for overnight guests as we get the rooms ready.”

“Mr. Mackenzie, may I say that your plans sound excellent. There are a number of gay resorts opening up.  But your hotel is close enough to ‘The City’ so clients could drive down for the day, enjoy the beach, stay for dinner, and return home the same evening—or spend the night, once you’re prepared for guests to stay… In fact it sounds like just the kind of place Ron and I might want to visit. You think so, Ron?”

“You bet, Tad!” Ron said with a smile.

“These are some of the things we need to investigate,” said Trace. “First of all: regulations concerning lifeguards. Second: any laws concerning, or prohibiting, nude beaches.”

“That’ll be no problem, Mr. Mackenzie, and now I know we will want to be some of your first customers…I hate wearing Speedos,” Comings said with a mock-leer. Everyone laughed.

“We’ll personally be delighted to check you in, won’t we Jerry?”

“Check them in, AND, check them out, Trace! That’s a good one,” said Jerry with a grin.

“Next: regulations about restaurants, and then regulations about running a hotel…licenses, fees, and so on?”

“We’re on it,” said Tad. “Ron, will you prepare the deed and the powers of attorney, so Mr. Mackenzie…”

“I think we’re going to get along just fine; and please … it’s Trace.”

“And I’m Tad, then.”

 A few minutes later, Ron returned with the necessary forms, which were duly signed and notarized.  Copies were  given to Jerry and Trace. Other copies were put on file in the office.

“So, what are your plans, now, Trace?” Tad asked.

“We’re going to the offices of the ‘San Francisco Blade’ and place help-wanted ads for a master chef and a person experienced in managing a hotel. We’ll advertise for lifeguards while we’re at it.”

“Trace, if I might suggest, why not have all the applications sent here, and we’ll fax them to you. That way nobody will know just where you live until you decide to interview them.”

“Good idea, Tad. Thank you for all your help,” Trace said, as he stood up and shook Tad’s and Ron’s hands. Jerry also shook hands, and the two partners left the office to place the help-wanted ads.

When they had left the office, Tad looked at Ron and asked, “What time’s the next appointment, Ron?”

“Not until 1:30. Two hours from now….”

“Hmmmm,” grinned Tad. “I think we have time for a ‘mid-morning quickie’. Wadda ya think?”

Ron didn’t answer but smiled and shed his jacket and untied his tie.

Tad started toward  him and moved Ron’s hands to his sides. “Let me.” Tad continued to untie Ron’s tie as Ron loosened and removed Tad’s.

Tad unbuttoned Ron’s shirt and removed it. Ron kicked of his shoes, and Tad unbuckled Ron’s belt so Ron’s pants slid to the floor.

Ron lifted his hands over his head and Tad removed his tee shirt. Tad knelt down and used his teeth to slowly move Ron’s briefs down over his hips so that Ron was then completely unclothed, and his man-meat was almost fully erect.

Still on his knees, Tad saluted his personal assistant’s pleasure pole, giving it little quick kisses.

“Let me help you get comfortable,” said Ron, and he sensuously moved his hands over Tad’s chest, unbuttoning the shirt, and lifting the tee shirt so that Tad’s brown nipples were exposed to the air.

Ron began to rub those nipples and give them gentle tweaks while he unbuckled Tad’s belt and let Tad’s pants slither to the floor.

Tad stepped out of his shoes and his trousers, and slowly began to lower his shorts so that Ron, first, could see the top of Tad’s thick bush.  He pushed them a little lower and the base of Tad’s cock emerged.

A little lower still, and all of Tad’s cock and testicles were revealed.  Ron moaned as he beheld the fleshy hose which would soon deliver a load of the man-cream that Ron loved so much.

Both men were in all their natural glory, and Tad said, “Oh, Ron! I’ve been a bad boy again. You’ll have to punish me, please. Please! Punish me.”

“Oh, you have, have you, bad boy?   Well … I’m just going to have to put you across my lap. Um-um! Bad Boy! Get ready.”

Ron sat on a chair, and pulled Tad down—face down—so that Tad’s body was at a ninety-degree angle to his. Tad’s cock was firmly held by Ron’s legs.  Tad’s bare butt was exposed to the air.

“Who’s a bad boy, then?” Ron asked.

“I am, Sir. I deserve whatever you’re going to do to me,” Tad whimpered. “Punish me, master. I deserve it.”

Ron delivered six whacks on Tad’s bare cheeks, and after the sixth whack, he slowly inserted his finger into Tad’s Valley of Desire, and pushed…and pushed a little harder,… and pushed even harder until… he was in that secret place of pleasure.

“Aaaaahahhhhh!   Aaaahhhhhh!  Haaaaaa!” gasped Tad as Ron began to massage his secret walnut.

Just as he was about to explode, Ron withdrew his finger and said, “Sit on my lap, Tad…facing me.”

Tad got up, and straddling Ron’s body, slowly impaled himself on the pike-staff of pleasure. Now it was Ron’s turn to moan in ecstasy as Tad rode up and down. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, he rode his lover’s penis.

Faster and faster. From deep inside Ron’s gonads, the cream began to churn. Droplet joined to droplet. Small droplets united to form larger ones. Through the vas deferens, the drops became a stream, and the stream became a torrent of man-cream, surging…, rising…, pushing…, up through the urethra until…..

Ron’s explosion of joy-juice coated the inside of Tad’s love canal, and the burst of semen triggered a similar action in Tad and he coated Ron’s face, his chest, and both their abdomens with thick, creamy man-milk.

The two lovers, spent but fulfilled, sat quietly enjoying the post-coital bliss, until finally Tad pulled Ron into a deep, tonsil-tickling kiss, and said, “Ron, I think next time you can be the Bad Boy, and I’ll have to punish you.”

“I’m counting on it, Love,” said Ron.

Trace and Jerry drove to the offices of the ‘Blade’ and went in.

A willowy, limp-wristed young man behind the counter greeted them.

“Oooooohhh! Yum! Yum! May I be of assistance, gentlemen? Anything … and I do mean anything … I can do for you, it will be my pleasure. Aaaahh, yes, my very great pleasure.”

From an inner office, a voice was heard, “Nils! Behave! Act like a professional!”

“Yes, Boss,” Nils replied, then arching his left eye-brow, asked, “What can I do for you, gentlemen?”

“We’d like to place ads in the ‘Blade’ for a master chef, a hotel manager and lifeguards,” Trace said.

“Have you ever placed such ads, sir?” Nils asked.

“No. This is all new to us,” replied Trace.

If I may suggest, sir…, perhaps you and your friend would care to look at some of the ads that have been placed in our paper recently, so you can have a clearer idea of how to word your notice. And, while you’re deciding, can I get you a coffee…., or an iced tea, or….even…”

“NILS!” came the voice with increased irritation.

“Or anything?” finished the abashed counter-man.

“Uhhh, No thank you, I’m fine,” replied Trace. “Jerry?”

“No, nothing for me,” Jerry said, trying to keep his composure in the face of Nils’ campy attitude.

Trace and Jerry looked at the various ads that had been placed in recent issues of ‘The Blade.’ They smiled at the ones that offered ‘special services with a feather duster.’ They grimaced at those where various ‘Dominators’ promised new ‘depths of degradation’ with whips and chains.

Finally they composed the following notices:

“Help Wanted: a master chef to oversee the serving of gourmet dinners in a dining room at a soon to be opened hotel on the coast for discriminating gentlemen. Job may expand to include supervision of a beach ‘cantina’ that would serve sandwiches at lunch time. Room and board provided. Salary to be negotiated. Discretion a must. Send application and references to ComingsAndGowings@aba.net.”

“Help Wanted: an experienced hotel manager who can keep records and greet guests at a soon to be opened hotel on the coast for discriminating gentlemen. Room and board to be provided and salary to be negotiated. Discretion a must. Send application and references to ComingsAndGowings@aba.net.”

“Help Wanted: two licensed lifeguards to provide supervision at a nude beach for men only at a soon to be opened hotel on the coast for discriminating gentlemen. Room and board to be provided and salary to be negotiated. Discretion a must. Send application and references to ComingsAndGowings@aba.net.”

After paying for the ads, Trace and Jerry decided to grab some lunch at a nearby bistro. They watched the passing crowd—businessmen with suits and briefcases, twenty-somethings wearing Speedos and nothing else, skateboarding along the sidewalks, lovers of all genders, strolling hand-in hand.

After finishing their lunch, they returned to the car and headed down the highway to The Souchard Hotel. As they drove, Jerry put his head back on the headrest and thought about how happy he was. Trace kept his eye on the road, but thought about how happy and excited he, too, was.

“Love ya, Jerry,” he said.

“Back at you, Trace.”

“Wonder how soon we’ll get some applicants?” Jerry pondered.

Back at the hotel, Andy and Wall-Eye were inspecting each of the guest cottages.

“All the roofs are in good shape. Numbers 2 and 4 could use a new paint job,” Andy said.

“I’ll have to replace some washers in numbers 5 and 6, but otherwise the plumbing looks good,” Wall-Eye commented.

Andy said, “Wall-Eye,  there’s an old caretaker’s cottage. I was looking at it the other day and I think—with a little fixing up—it could accommodate two people quite comfortably.  Would you…want….?”

“Would I want…to share that cottage with you?  I certainly would!” With that Wall-Eye pulled Andy into a hug and gave him a very deep, very loving kiss.

When Trace and Jerry arrived at the hotel they saw the two men walking hand-in-hand. They didn’t say anything, but went into the house, smiled at each other. “Ya think?” Trace asked.

“I’m sure of it, love!” Jerry replied.

To be continued.

Oh, wait! There’s an epilogue: 

Tad and Ron went home that night and enjoyed another session of ‘Good-Boy, Bad-Boy.’

Nils left the office and went to a leather bar where, I’m sorry to say, he got more action than he had bargained for. With his nose bleeding and shirt torn, he stumbled back to the office to recover before going home to his lonely pad.

“What happened to you, Nils?” his boss demanded.

Nils told him and his boss said, “Honestly, Nils, I don’t think you’re safe to be out alone. You’d better come home with me and I’ll take care of you. I have some new leather thongs you can see me model.”

Suddenly, Nils forgot about his bloody nose and torn shirt. He and his boss went out the door and into the night, no longer two lonely people!

To be continued...

 Author’s note: As always my deepest thanks to Ed, my ‘alpha reader,’ and to A. Nony Mouse, my ‘beta reader.’ Good job, you two!

Posted: 07/10/09