Jerry
By:
Will B
(© 2009 by the author)
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The ‘Seven Dwarves have settled on their room assignments, and Anton and Kevin have discovered the pleasure each other’s body can give. Plans are being made for the arrival of the FARTS. Andy and Pete have discovered something in the wall of the hotel ballroom.
Chapter 10
“Hey, boss. Look at this!” said Andy, and he walked toward them, holding something in his hands.
He held out a sea chest. Trace took it and said, “Let’s take it up to my office.” The entire group followed him into his office and watched while he carefully placed the sea chest on a table. He opened the chest and they saw a package wrapped in some kind of waterproof cloth. Gingerly, Trace unwrapped the fabric, and they saw some sort of manuscript, written in a very old type of handwriting. The pages were bound together by some kind of tape or cloth that was almost in shreds.
“Jerry, can you read this?” Trace asked.
Jerry moved to the side of the table, and read, “The Journal of a Barrel by … by Jerry Smith.”
Jerry started to read, “I, Jerry Smith, am beginning this Journal of my life while I am on board the good ship ‘Henrietta’ this 15th of March 1649. I want to record the activities my crew-mates enjoyed in the evenings in the fo’csle of the ship…”
“Hey, Jerry I wonder if this is some ancestor of yours?” Trace asked playfully.
“I don’t think so, but the name of the ship ‘Henrietta’ seems familiar somehow.”
“I am the ‘barrel boy’ of the ship. In the evenings, I get into a barrel that has a hole in its side. Crew members give me a penny, and then they can work their will on whatever body cavity of mine they want to penetrate.”
“Hmmm,” said Andy, “Sounds like a sea-going glory hole to me.” The others in the room chuckled and enjoyed the images that went through their minds.
The entire staff was listening as Jerry continued to read.
“I have two shipmates whom I am especially fond of. We have some enjoyable times together, pleasuring each other’s bodies, any way we can. Sam—Sam Smith—is tall and muscular with a lot of back curly hair all over his body. Pete—Pete Wheat is short and wiry. They both have gigantic cocks, and I love to…”
Sam and Pete looked at each other and then looked at Jerry. “Jerry, I always felt as if I had known you before,” said Sam.
“Yep,” said Pete, “and that description sure fits my Sam. Why, he’s so big, he…” Sam punched him in the arm and said, “All right, Pete, no need to make the others jealous.”
That brought a lot of ‘oohs’ and ‘aaahs’ from the others.
“Hey, Trace, everybody, listen to this,” Jerry said. “What kind of ‘sexercise’ is this?”
“Walking the Plank is a great way to service a number of crew members at the same time. Each crewmember strips and lies face up on a wooden bench. He fondles himself so as to be ready when the ‘barrel boy’ comes and impales himself on the sailor’s main mast. Moving from man to man, sometimes I have shot my harpoons four or five times in an evening. My mates, Sam and Pete, were especially good at lubricating me and making me shoot my man-seed all over their bodies.”
Jerry stopped reading. Trace looked at his lover. “What’s wrong, Jerry?”
“I don’t know, Trace. Reading about ‘Walking the Plank’ suddenly made me feel a little sore—as if I … oh, I don’t know. Never mind.”
Sam quietly said to Pete, “I felt as if I had been there, myself.”
“Yep, Sam, I know what you mean. I feel as if I could, er, feel that barrel boy, riding my pole…as if I were there.”
Trace took the manuscript and began to rewrap it in its cloth. “I think we’ll read some more of this another time. It might give us some ideas for an evening’s entertainment.”
Hank, a.k.a. ‘Assfull,’ raised his hand. “Boss, I could almost see us putting on a show like that, but in this day and age, I think we would all have to be wearing some kind of protection.”
“Good point, Hank. Why don’t you and any of the others who might want to be in this show, get together, and plan how you’d do it,” Trace said.
A chorus of voices was raised. “Count me in.” I’ll do it.” “That sounds hot.” Even Ted and Hank Long, who had been hired as lifeguards, wanted to get in on the action.
Pete said, “Sam and I gotta go. We have a young man coming to be interviewed for the job of managing the lunch counter that’ll be outside so the bathers can get something to eat without having to come back into the hotel.
Sam put on a faux French accent. “Zut, alors! Sacre bleu! Ze sand in my Salle de dejeuner. Non! Non! Non! Milles-fois, NON!”
Sam put a hand on Pete’s arm and said, “Come along, Pierre, calm down. Maybe you will be ‘Lucky Pierre’ tonight.”
Giving a low, sexy Gallic chuckle, Pete replied, “Ooh-la-la, my Samuel, quell plaisir! And do you think we could invite Jerr…”
“No, Pete. You know perfectly well that he is very much the love of Trace’s life. I don’t think he would enjoy sex with us, even for old times—really old, old times—sake!”
When Sam went into his kitchen he met a tall black man, six foot-six, brawny, with a flat stomach and an interesting looking bulge just where it counts. He had a case on the table beside him.
“Hello. I’m Adrian Castle**, and I am here to be interviewed for the job of managing the lunch counter, which I understand will be outside, near the beach.”
“I’m Sam Knight, the master chef (or ‘chief cook and bottle washer’ if you will). This is my friend, Pete Garrett, who is also the general manager of the hotel…. Why don’t we sit down and you tell me about your experience ... oh, and would you like something cold to drink, like iced tea?”
“Not right now,” Adrian replied. “I’m twenty-six, unmarried, and ever since I graduated from the A.B.C. School of Culinary Arts, I have worked at various jobs as a short-order cook. I once managed a fast food restaurant in Baltimore, and at another time I ran the lunch counter at a department store in New York.”
“Why did you come to the west coast?” Pete asked.
“Well, er, my friend died six months ago, and I just wanted to make a fresh start in a new place. I heard about this place, and so … I’m applying for a job.”
“What’s in the case, if I may ask?” asked Sam.
“These are my knives—finest steel. I don’t let anyone touch them.”
“Adrian, your job will consist mostly of preparing hot dogs, burgers, salads and maybe some sandwiches. Is that what you thought the job would entail?” Sam asked.
“Yes, sir. That’s what I thought, but I think I would like to work here. This is a beautiful hotel, and somehow, I just feel right at home.”
“Adrian, what do the letters A.B.C. stand for?” Pete inquired.
“Oh, why they stand for ‘Always the Best Chef’,” the young hunk replied.
Sam was smiling as he said, “Adrian, I have a refrigerator with several cooked potatoes, several hard boiled eggs, some hotdogs and some hamburgers. It’s almost lunchtime. Would you want to prepare some lunch for the two of us and for…”
Just then Sam noticed Jake walking by the open door.
“Jake, come in here, please. This is Adrian Castle, who’s applying for the job of manager of the lunch counter. He’s going to prepare some lunch for us. Would you like to join us, and you can tell us if you think he’s a good cook?”
“Sure,” said Jake. Turning to Adrian, he said, “Hi, I’m Jake. Pleased to meet you.”
“And I, you. I hope you like my cooking,” said Adrian looking right into Jake’s eyes and smiling.
“I’m sure I will … like … <pause> ... your … <a longer pause> … cooking,” said Jake..
In twenty minutes Adrian had grilled some hot dogs and burgers, whipped up some potato salad, and made some deviled eggs.
“Gentlemen, lunch is ready,” Adrian said.
It was simple fare, prepared on short notice, but Sam, Pete and Jake thought it was delicious.
After they had eaten, and with a raised eyebrow, Sam looked at the other two and they both said, “Yes.”
“Okay, Adrian, we’re all agreed. I’d like to offer you the job,” Sam said.
“Thank you, Sam.” Adrian was beaming.
There followed a boring discussion of salaries, benefits, hours and responsibilities; and matters were settled to everyone’s satisfaction. Then Pete said, “Adrian, we’ll get you a room on the third floor.”
Jake almost jumped up out of his chair, as he said, “I’d be happy to have Adrian share my room, if he’d like to.”
Adrian looked at him, smiled, and said, “Thank you. Jake. I’d like that. I really would!”
Jake said, “Adrian, my six buddies and I all took nicknames based on Disney’s Seven Dwarves, and I’m … <pause> ... I’m Sleazy because I am a real sex hog. I’ll take it or give it anyway I can.”
Adrian grinned, and said, “Well, Sleazy the first thing I have to do is take a name from that story. I think I’ll be Dirk the Huntsman.”
Jake and Adrian took Adrian’s gear up to their room and got it squared away. Jake introduced Adrian to Peck and Dirk who shared the other bedroom in Suite A. “Wait until you taste some of his cooking,” Jake said to the other two.
“Good to meet you, man,” Peck greeted him. “Welcome to The Souchard Hotel.”
“Yeah,” said Dirk. “Glad to meet you. Hope you won’t mind Jake’s snoring. Even though the bathroom separates our two bedrooms, sometimes his snoring is enough to keep us awake.”
“Shut up, Dirk,” said Jake. “I hope the noise you two make when you’re having a session won’t keep Adrian awake. Adrian, you have no idea! The moans, the groans, the yells, the noise of the bed … it’s just too much.”
“Listen Jake, you Sleazy Greasy balls, you … oh! Never mind. Listen, Jake. The ‘Dwarves’ are meeting in ten minutes to talk about some kind of play to put on for the FARTS when they arrive. Come on down.”
“Right, see you in a few,” said Jake.
“Jake, could I attend this meeting? I’d like to hear what’s happening.”
“Sure, Adrian. We’re all family here … <pause> Um, listen, how about we give those two a dose of their own medicine. We could pretend we were having a ‘session,’ and whoop and holler as if we were going at it … if you’d want to, that is.”
“Um, Jake. I don’t think so.”
“Okay, it was just an idea,” said Jake. “I can see why you wouldn’t want to…”
“No, Adrian, I didn’t mean it wasn’t a good idea. I just meant, well, er, maybe, we could, not pretend we were ‘having a session,’ as you put it, but that we could really get it on … if you’d want to, I mean.”
“Adrian, I think that … that I would love it. We’ll talk about it later, but right now let’s go down to the meeting.”
When they got there, they found the others looking at Kev North, who was twenty-five, five-feet-eleven inches tall. Dirk said, “Before we start planning for the big number, I’d like everybody to meet Adrian Castle, also known as ‘Dirk the Huntsman.’ He’ll be managing the outdoor lunch counter.”
Adrian was greeted with a chorus of ‘Hi’s’ and quite a few smiles.
Dirk said, “Kevin has a number we might use in some of the entertainment.”
Kevin North had straight brown hair and had shaved his pubes. He was tall and muscular; and because he worked out, he was really buff; Jake whispered to Adrian, he isn’t “Grumpy,” but he took the name “Grippy” because he is so good at handjobs.”
Kevin was wearing a loincloth wrapped around his middle, and peeking from the bottom of the loincloth there seemed to be a pinkish … (‘OMG,’ thought Adrian, ‘it’s his pink helmet’). Beneath the folds of the cloth, Jake and all the others could see some major meat!
Kevin had a hibiscus blossom tucked in the right side of his loincloth, and on his left arm he had strapped a black cylinder with the words ‘ten bucks’ on it in white.
Kevin announced, “I’d like to sing a song based on a song with lyrics by Lorenz Hart, and music by Richard Rodgers.”
“I work at the Palace Ballroom,
But, gee that Palace is cheap;
When I get back to my chilly hall room
I'm much too tired to sleep.
I'm one of those cunt-boi teachers,
A handsome guy, you know,
<Kevin swished his hips from one side to the other>
The kind the Palace features
For only ten bucks a throw.”
“Ten bucks a dance--
That's what they pay me,
Gosh, how they weigh me down!
Ten bucks a dance
Pansies and rough guys
Tough guys who paw my thong!
Seven to midnight, I hear drums.
Loudly the saxophone blows.
Trumpets are tearing my eardrums.
Customers crush my toes.
Sometime I think
I've found my hero,
But it's a queer romance.
All that you need is a ticket
Come on, big boy, ten bucks a dance.”
“Fighters and sailors and bowlegged tailors
Can pay for their ticket and rent me!
Butchers and barbers and rats from the harbors
Are sweethearts my good luck has sent me.
Though I've a chorus of elderly beaux,
Who never fail to step on my toes.
I'm here till closing time.
Dance and be merry, it's only ten bucks!”
<Kevin reprised the song>
“Sometime I think
I've found my hero,
But it's a queer romance.
All that you need is a ticket
Come on, big boy, ten bucks a dance!”
When he was finished, everyone was clapping and cheering. Anton walked up to Kevin and held up a large fake twenty-dollar bill and stuck it in Kevin’s money tube—and then he grabbed Kevin’s loincloth and ran off the stage.
Kevin stood presenting himself to the other guys, and then he turned and ran off after Anton.
To be continued...
Comment by E: Here I thought the sky was falling, and what did we get instead? We got the precursor to the modern day gay novels. I wonder what Walt Disney would say if he knew what our Author has done to his Seven Dwarves?
** Bear in mind that the seven gentlemen’s gentlemen had taken nicknames based on the names of the Seven Dwarves. Adrian’s name is a very, very in-joke. Go to www.imdb.com and you may find the joke. First four people to tell me what the joke is will get a week’s free stay at the Souchard Hotel.
Posted: 08/14/09