Jerry
By:
Will B
(© 2009 by the author)
Ably Assisted by Ed
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Trace and Jerry received queries about the hotel from as far away as Baltimore. They have hired seven young men to work as valets to the guests. Two of the new-hires, Anton and Kevin, have already begun to bond.
Chapter 9
A week has passed and the staff was settling into a routine. Andy and Wall-Eye have been working on the ballroom wall that needs to be repaired. Sam and Pete have been planning menus.
The ‘Seven Dwarves’ have chosen roommates. Peck and Dirk are sharing one of the bedrooms in Suite A, and Jake has the other bedroom to himself. He’s hoping that perhaps one of the kitchen staff, who are yet to be hired, would be willing to share his room. Anton and Kevin have one bedroom in Suite B, and Hank and Ben have taken the other. The two lifeguards, Ted and Hank Long, (brothers) were occupying one of the rooms in Suite C.
The seven valets had been meeting after breakfast each morning to discuss what kinds of entertainment they might provide for the guests during the dinner hour.
This particular morning Peck and Dirk had an idea for one evening’s entertainment; they proposed that they would give the others a preview to see what they thought of the idea.
Peck Harris was twenty-four and was five-foot-ten inches tall. He had curly hair and blue eyes. Dirk loved looking at the light blond hair on Peck’s chest and the backs of his legs.
Dirk Jones was twenty-three. He was five-foot-eleven inches tall and had dark hair. His roommate Peck was really turned on by looking at, and running his fingers over, Peck’s hairy chest and very, very hairy butt.
Peck came out of a dressing room wearing a specially made one-piece white suit,* with a zipper down the middle, with a white bow-tie, white waistcoat, and tails. He bowed to the ‘audience,’ and said "Good evening, Gentlemen. We, the Seven Dwarves of the Souchard Hotel hope you are enjoying your stay. No, I’m not ‘Doc;’ I’m ‘Dick,’ because, well, I’ll let you figure out why for yourselves."
"Woo-hoo" and ‘Ooooh, boy!" came the lusty remarks from the five guys who were watching and listening.
Peck continued, "I’d like to sing you a little song, but first I’d like to introduce you to another of the dwarves. Dirk came forward and Peck said, "This is ‘Slappy,’ because he’s so-o-o happy when he’s spanked."
This brought laughter from the audience.
"This song." Peck explained, "was written by Cy Coleman and Carolyn Leigh. It was recorded by many stars including Louis Armstrong, Lucille Ball, Teresa Brewer, Doc Cheatham, Rosemary Clooney, Cy Coleman, Bing Crosby, Vic Dana, Kate Dimbleby, Judy Garland, Gene Krupa, Lester Lanin, Peggy Lee, Karen Mason, Johnny Mathis, Jessica Molaskey, Bobby Short, South Shore Concert Band, Mel Tormé, Jerry Vale, and Julie Wilson."
Dirk switched on a tape recorder and Peck began to sing,
"Hey look me over, lend me an ear
Fresh out of clover, mortgage up to here
Don’t pass the plate folks, don’t pass the cup
I figure whenever you’re down and out, the only way is up
And I’ll be up like a rosebud high on the vine
Don’t thumb your nose, but take a tip from mine
I’m a little bit short of the elbow room, so let me get me some
And look out world, here I come."
As he sang, he did a ‘shuffle step’ around the room, then he repeated the song, with variations, and with some added actions.
"Hey look me over, check out my gear,"
<Peck kicked off his shoes.>
"Fresh out of loving, blue balls up to here"
<Peck took off his tailcoat and then his waistcoat.>
"Don’t pass me by, folks, don’t pass me up."
<Peck, unzipped his white suit and stepped out of it, wearing nothing but a thong, with patches of clear plastic in all the right places.>
"I figure whenever I’m down and limp, the only way is up."
<He ran his hands suggestively over his lower regions.>
"And I’ll be up like a flag-pole, high and mighty fine,
So don’t rub your hose, but take a look at mine."
<The five guys were laughing and whooping it up so much that Peck could hardly continue, but he finally went on:>
"I’m not too short in the manhood room, so let me get me some
And look out guys, here <pause> I <another pause> CUM!"
The others thought they had laughed so hard that they couldn’t laugh any more, but then Peck started again. This time he pulled a chair out from the sidelines, sat down in it, and had Dirk bend over his knee, so that the others could see Dirk’s back and lower appendages.
Peck sang,
"Hey look him over, check out his rear!"
<Peck pulled Dirk’s slacks down, just a little..>
"Fresh out of modesty, he’s hairy all up to here!"
<Dirk wriggled so that his slacks were a little lower>
"Don’t miss his butt, folks, don’t pass it up."
<Now Dirk was almost ‘mooning’ the others.>
I figure whenever he’s down and all the way out, he’ll just give a shout!"
<Peck began to lightly tap Dirk’s cheeks, which by now were in full view!}
"And I’ll check out his rosebud so pink and fine,
So just eat your heart out, because he’s <pause> mine, <pause> all <one more pause> MINE!"
<And Peck gave Dirk a light spank, and Dirk gave a sigh of pleasure.>
The two performers stood, held hands, and bowed to the others.
"So, waddaya think guys? Will this be a good number for our guests."
Jake replied, "It sure is great. Now we’re all going to have to work to come up with some other numbers equally great!"
The others expressed their agreement, and the various teams began to put their heads together.
After lunch, Anton and Kevin went to the beach to swim and lay in the sun. They found a hollow between some dunes. The beach was deserted, the sun was warm, and they stripped down to their shorts.
Ever since the day of the interview when Anton had cried out his heart and fears and insecurities and Kevin had comforted him, a bond had been growing between the two young men. Nothing had been said aloud, but the two young men seemed to sense what each other was thinking.
Kevin offered to put some sun-block on Anton’s back. His fingers worked the lotion into Anton’s shoulders, his lower back, and then Kevin said, "Anton, if you want to avoid tan lines let me put some sun-block on your butt."
"Sure, thanks," said Anton. He raised his hips and slid his shorts off, leaving his delectable butt exposed to Kevin’s admiring gaze.
Kevin applied the sun block, and said, "If you turn over, you could put some on your stomach and chest and, er, your pubic area."
Anton had dirty blond wavy hair and no hair on his chest. However, he did have a thick treasure trail that led down to his manhood. Kevin smiled and said "I can see why you took the name ‘Ropey.’"
Anton looked at Kevin and said "Your hands do it so well. Would you put the sun-block on my ‘pubic area,’ as you called it?"
Again Kevin’s hand displayed his magic touch, and Anton’s ‘rope,’ like that of an Indian fakir’s rope, stood proud and tall, straight and firm, into the afternoon air.
"Anton, I want to…," Kevin began
‘No! Kevin. I’m not safe! I don’t want to run the risk of exposing you to something. I was tested five months ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since then, and in one month I can got to the clinic in Frisco and get tested again, to be sure I’m clean. Until then, my friend…,<pause>…we’ll have to limit ourselves to hand jobs, or to…."
"To what, Anton?" Kevin wanted to know.
"It’s called ‘frotting,’ and it just means we can grind our bodies together, or one of us can put his cock between the other’s legs. It’s not sharing our bodies in the fullest sense, but for now, it’s all we can allow ourselves to do."
For the rest of the afternoon, Anton and Kevin talked, hugged, used hands and thighs, talked, and laughed, and felt more deeply attracted to each other than before. Kevin had never known feelings like this, and Anton could scarcely believe that he had found a partner, so understanding, so loving.
The afternoon wore on. Andy and Wall-Eye were working on the wall that needed replacing, and Trace and Jerry were working in the office, making plans and answering e mails.
Trace began to laugh. "Hey, Jerry, listen to this. I found out what that group called ‘THE FARTS’ is. They are the ‘Friends, Authors and Readers of Tickie Stories.’ They want to rent the entire hotel for a long weekend, for meetings and socializing. They will be here from Friday afternoon to Monday morning."
"Hey, that’s great, Trace. Looks like this place is starting to catch on. When do they want to come?"
"They say in three weeks, if we’ll be open," Trace answered.
"Can we do it, Love?"
"Sure. Sam is interviewing kitchen staff tomorrow, and Pete is interviewing additional staff and …."
<CRASH!>
"What was that? It sounded like it came from the Ball Room," Jerry asked.
"I dunno, but we’d better go see! I hope nobody’s hurt!"
Trace and Jerry hurried toward the ballroom, and saw other members of the staff rapidly moving towards the double doors also. When they entered, the first thing they saw was plaster all over one section of the floor, and Andy and Wall-Eye were looking at something.
"Hey, boss. Look at this!" said Andy, and he walked toward them, holding something in his hands.
To be continued...
* During World War II Winston Churchill wore such an outfit. It was called a boiler suit.
Author’s note: I read where this is National Cliffhangers Week, so I thought I’d put one in.
Posted: 07/31/09