Jerry

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

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Trace and Jerry have been approached by the Sheriff of San Francisco County suggesting they provide employment for ten young men who had been living on the streets and supporting themselves by whatever means they could.

Sheik Mohammed promised funds to provide a residence—and certified teachers to act as house-fathers for the young men.

Chapter 14

When the ten young guys had returned to the detention center, they were so excited and happy at the prospect of regular employment, a place to stay and a chance to continue their education, they couldn’t stop talking. Only David looked pensive.

“What's wrong, bro? You've been quiet all evening?” Curt asked when they were in their room.

“I don't know, Curt. I guess I just feel like I'm living in a beautiful dream and that I’m gonna wake up, and I'll be back with that so called 'Uncle Dan' who just wanted to use my body. He even... he even...”

Curt took David in his arms, and rubbed his back. “Calm down, bro. This is NOT a dream  The Sheriff took us to meet two nice guys and I will never, NEVER believe they mean us anything but good! Now hush, bro. Let's get to sleep. Tomorrow we will be going back to the Hotel to start on our new life!”

Back at the hotel, Kevin and Anton were lying in bed, talking. “Anton, I've come to care for you so much. I wish we could...”

Anton stopped this comment with a soft kiss. “Listen, Kevin, in two more weeks, we can go to Frisco, and I can be tested and we can be sure.”

“Anton. I don't care if you are HIV positive, negative or middle. I love you. If you were positive, I would almost want to....”

“Don't even think that, Kevin. Never think of that. Life is too precious. We'll find a way.”

As morning dawned, Jerry was dreaming about how his life had changed and some of his experiences before he met Trace.

One of his dreams was about a mutual wanking session he had with two other guys. His man-milk had shot out and covered the chests and necks and hands of his two partners. Creamy, smooth. Oh, boy! By the way his partners were two very considerate guys. They made sure they licked every drop of that sweet elixir off of Jerry’s body and then they each cleaned up the other’s bodies.

As he woke up more fully, he realized someone was licking his... 'He must have....' Then he was full awake.

“Trace! What a wonderful way to wake up.”

“That must have been some dream you had, love. Now just lie back and let this cat lick up his cream!”

After a delightful interlude, Trace and Jerry showered, shaved, and dressed. They went downstairs to the kitchen and Sam served them coffee,  omelets, bacon and toast, with a side of orange juice.

Promptly at 10:00 the entire staff went out to the front patio to see the small bus pull out, and ten excited young men exited the bus, and went to meet the guys they would be working with. Each of the young men was carrying an overnight bag with a change of underwear and a clean shirt. They wanted to make a good impression on the first day on the job.

Alex and Ben found Pete and went off with him to work in the laundry and to help the 'Seven Wharves' do the room service.

Sam waved to Curt and David and Eddy and led them off to the kitchen.

Adrian took Felipe and Ike to the outdoor snack bar.

The two strapping lifeguards showed Greg and Harry where the materials to sweep the beach clean. “Listen, guys, this group has been a pretty well-behaved bunch, well most of them except for that fellow called Will and a couple of his buddies! Heh! Heh!” chuckled Ken.

“Seriously, though, if you come across any used condoms on the beach, don’t touch them. Use a 'pooper scooper' to pick them up and put them in this bag,” Hank warned them

Andy and Wall-Eye took Joe to the groundskeepers' cottage where they discussed what Joe's duties would be.

When the teens had left Trace asked the bus driver, “What time were you going to pick them up this evening?”

“I thought about 6:00-6:30, Mr. MacKenzie.”

“Tell you what, my friend. Could you come back at 7:30? We're having a closing banquet for the convention that's here, and some of the attendees took an interest in the young men, and I thought we'd invite the guys to stay for the banquet,”

“Well, I don’t know....,' said the driver.

“Will this fifty help you make up your mind?”

“Oh! OH! Sure! No problem! See you at 7:30. Thanks.”

In the kitchen, Sam was explaining to Curt, David and Eddy that tonight's banquet was going to be a special meal. It was the last night of the FARTS' convention, and Sam wanted to serve a roast turkey dinner with dressing, white potatoes, sweet potatoes, and peas with pearl onions.

“The first job is to peel the potatoes,” Sam said to the boys.

“We know how to peel potatoes, Sam,” said Curt and David. “Our mom showed us how to do a lot of things in the kitchen..., before she died.”

“Aww, I'm sorry to hear about your Mom. What happened to you after she died, if you don't mind me asking?”

Curt started to explain, “Our Mom's brother, Uncle Dan, said he's take care of us. And he did take care of us, the bastard!”

David started to tear up. “Don't, Curt. I don't want to talk about it.”

Sam wiped his hands on his apron, and went to David and gripped his two arms in his hands. “David, maybe if we do talk about it, you can face your demons, and realize that it's over.”

“OK, bro. You can tell him,” David said to Curt.

“You sure, David?”

David swallowed and said, “Yeah, get it over with. I want to stop being afraid all of the time.”

Sam and Eddy just stood there, quietly, listening.

Curt continued. “He tried to get me to do some things with him, things I didn't want to do. I told him to go to hell! Then one day when I wasn't home, he attacked David in his bedroom.”

David said, “Let me say it, Curt. He tried to.... to... rape me. He was on top of me, and he was trying to... to.... you know. I was able to push him off, and he fell on the floor and hit his head. He was knocked out.”

Curt took up the story. “I came home, and found David almost hysterical. I calmed him down, and when he told me what had happened, I went into David's room, and found 'Uncle Dan' just beginning to come around. I knocked the son of a bitch out again and tied him up, told David to grab some clothes, and I took what money I could find, and we lit out of there.”

When Sam could control his voice he asked, “Why didn't you call the police?”

“Because the fucking bastard was a policeman, and it would be his word against his. His buddies in the department would probably have believed him and not us. We just thought it would be best to get out. We've been on the streets ever since until we were arrested and taken to the detention center,” Curt explained.

Sam just shook his head sadly, and then went to David and said, “Nobody's going to try anything like that while you're here, I can promise you that!”

David smiled and said, “I know, Sam. I feel better already, but thanks for helping me to get this out.”

Eddy went up to David and gave him a cuff on the arm and said, “I've got your back covered, too, my friend.”

David smiled at him, and said, “Thanks, pal. Now I guess we'd better get cracking on this dinner.”

Eddy was a quick learner and he cut up celery for the dressing (or stuffing, if you prefer). By two o'clock, the turkeys were in the ovens, the potatoes (both kinds) were boiling, and Sam and his helpers could turn their attention to making pies.

Pies! PIES! All kinds of pies. Apple, lemon meringue, custard, mince, and rhubarb.

At three o'clock Trace came into the kitchen. “How're things going, Sam?”

“Great, Trace, just great. I've got three of the best helpers I could want.”

“Good. At 5:30, I want you and all the staff and all of our new-hires to get ready to join the company for dinner. This has been the first big conference for the Souchard Hotel, and all of the Souchard staff—I mean Souchard Family—have helped to make it a roaring success.”

“Uhh..., Mr. Mackenzie, isn't the bus supposed to pick u up and take us back at 6:00?” Curt asked.

“Nope, the bus won’t be coming until 7:30.  You’ll be able to stay and enjoy the dinner.”

“Woo hoo!” said Eddy.  “Hurray!” said Curt and David as they high-fived each other, and then Eddy, and than Sam.

Trace went around to all the staff and told them that they and their helpers were expected for dinner at 6:00.

The dining room that night was ablaze with light, and the air was filled with the aromas of many different kinds of delicious, lip-smacking, palate-pleasing food. The conversation was light and lively.

There was a head table, at which Chuck, Gerry, Trace and Jerry were seated. The room was filled with round tables at which the diners were seated. At each table one of the young men from the city was seated, ready to go out to the kitchen to bring back more food if it were needed.

The meal was accompanied by wines, liqueurs, and other 'potent potables' (with apologies to the producers of 'Jeopardy'). For those who did not indulge there was iced tea, fruit juice, and sparkling cider.

Just when everyone felt he could not possibly eat another bite, Sam, Curt, David, and Eddy brought in the pies. 'Pie! Oh my! Oh, well, to hell with the diet!'

Finally Chuck stood and tapped his water glass to get everyone's attention. “My friends, authors, and readers of tickiestories—in other words, all you old FARTS out there--(This brought quite a few chuckles from around the room), I want to thanks our hosts, Trace, Jerry and all their staff for making this a memorable event. I think we will be back next year...”

Cries of 'Hear, hear,' and 'Absolutely' were heard around the room.

Perhaps next year  will invite our friends from Panworship and Jamie's Jottings to join us. But for now, Trace and Jerry, thank you, thank you. Stand up, will you, and take a bow”

Trace and Jerry stood up holding hands and took their bows.

Chuck went on, “But I don't see the young men who provided such excellent room service. Where are they?”

“Ahhh!” said Trace. “They have prepared a special entertainment in the play room. We will be going down there shortly, but... I see... that it’s just about 7:30. Our younger staff have to be leaving. This was the first day on their new jobs, and I think they have all done an outstanding job. Can we show our appreciation? They'll be back tomorrow, but you all will be leaving, so....”

The young men received a loud, hearty, round of applause, and then they went out in the hall, picked up their carrier bags, and boarded the bus. On the way back to the city. Curt was pleased to see that David and Eddy were sitting together, chattering nineteen to the dozen. Curt said a silent prayer of thanks that David had seemed to have come out of his depression..

As the bus drove through the early evening, David's talking slowed, and he closed is eyes, and without realizing leaned his head over onto Eddy's shoulder. Eddy, who was fully awake, reached over and took David's hand in his. A smile appeared on David's lips.

Joe moved to sit next to Curt.  He pointed David and Eddy and smiled and said to Curt, “Looks as if those two are becoming friends.”

“Yeah, I hope so,” replied Curt. “David's had a rough time of it lately,  but he and Eddy...., well, I hope they will be friends.”

“Ahem.” Joe cleared his throat and said to Curt, “Look Eddy and I've been sharing a room at the detention center. Suppose we suggest that David and I change rooms, so that David and Eddy can be roomies. Would you mind?”

“No, Joe, I wouldn’t mind at all,” said Curt. “Not at all!”

Meanwhile, back at the hotel, after the young guys had boarded their bus for the trip back to town, Trace invited all of  the conference attendees to adjourn to the 'play room,' where a special entertainment had been prepared by the 'Seven Dwarves.”

The entire group went down to the 'play room,' where they saw padded benches had been placed in a circle around a slightly raised stage. On each bench there were two boxes of tissues. On the stage there were several mounds of pillows.

From 'stage left,' Peck Harris and Adrian Castle came in. Peck was five-foot-ten, with light blond hair on his chest and the backs of his legs. Adrian, at six-foot even was brawny with a flat stomach. Both guys were completely nude, except for thongs of clear plastic, which allowed tantalizing glimpses of their goodies.

They turned towards each other and each began to grind his crotch into the other's, while emitting moans.

From 'stage right,' came Dirk Jones and Jake Lewis.  Dirk was five-foot-eleven and had a hairy chest and a hairy butt. Jake was five-foot-nine and a half inches tall, had red hair, green eyes, and fiery bush. They both wore almost transparent linen galibayahs that were slit in the front and back from the waist down.

After some groping and grinding, Dirk bent over and put his hands on the floor. Jake pretended to be preparing to enter Dirk's 'back passage,' and again there was moaning and groaning.

As the audience watched, there was some moaning from the watchers. One or two—no, several hands—reached for the tissues.

Now Kev, Anton and Hank entered and took the center of the stage. Kevin was five-foot-eleven, and had shaved his pubes. Anton was five-foot eight, and had a thick treasure trail that led to an organ that was as thick as a rope. Hank was six-foot-one, had dark black hair, and smooth butt. All three were wearing skimpy loincloths that just barely covered their packages, which were of an interesting size.

At this point Lee and Oscar got up and went out of the playroom. Perhaps they had just gone to get a drink of water, but somehow I doubt it!

Anton knelt down between the other two and pressed his face into Kev's crotch, Then he turned and licking his lips, pressed his face into Hank's mid section, again, lipping his lips. He continued to divide his attention between the other two, who were beginning to writhe and moan.

Trace whispered to Jerry, “They're not going to cum right here on stage, are they?”

“Relax, my love,” Jerry whispered back. “Dirk told me they had 'taken matters in hand' before the show, to avoid any, er, embarrassing moments.”

 The audience was doing its share of moaning also. Some of the watchers began to rub their own swollen organs, and one or two were rubbing their neighbor's organs of pleasure.

The lights flickered, and a sound of thunder was heard. A dramatic flash of light heralded the entrance of Ben. Ben Lowry was five-foot-ten with a thick dick and low hanging balls. He was completely nude from the waist down, but he wore a wide sash across his chest with the words “Herbert Irving Victor,” with the initial letters much bigger than the other letters.

As the significance of those initials sank in the audience became quiet, watching what would happen.

He went over to Peck and Adrian and turned Peck towards him, ran his hands over Peck's body and kissed him, and led Peck into the darkness off-stage. Adrian joined Kevin, Anton and Hank and the four guys simulated a four way sixty-nine.

Ben came back on stage, and touched Anton on the butt, pulled him away from the other three and kissed him...and then led him into darkness. Adrian, Kevin and Hank formed a 'lucky Pierre' threesome, with Kevin as the 'filling' in the writhing and moaning 'sandwich.'

Ben came back yet again, and grabbed Adrian and forced him on his knees, facing his crotch. Adrian pantomimed burying his face into Ben's pubic bush, and then Ben led him away.

Kevin and Hank turned to each other and pantomimed doing a '69,' and Ben came and took them both into darkness.

Dirk and Jake were left on the stage. As Ben advanced on them, preparing to take them off into the darkness, Jake, bent down and stood up again, wearing a plastic helmet on his head, and a plastic cape with two large Red letter “C's” one on each front panel of the cape. He wrapped his arms around Dirk, and Ben just stood there, staring at them.

Finally Ben turned and walked dejectedly off the stage, and Dirk and Jake gave each other a full body hug.

The evil “Herbert Irving Victor” had been vanquished by wise precautions.

The lights in the playroom, and everyone in the audience stood and clapped, with cries of 'Author, Author,' resounding to the ceiling.

The 'Seven Dwarves” and Adrian came forward and took bows. And then the seven men pushed Adrian forward so he could take a bow.

Speaking for the entire audience, Chuck went to the stage and shook Adrian's hand and said, “ Young man, you have written a beautiful play, like the medieval 'morality plays' of old. You and the others have just put the final touch to a wonderful conference. Thank you. Thank you.”

To be continued...

Author's Note: I had the idea for this 'morality play' when I started writing Jerry. Writing the stage directions is not the same as having an idea. I hope it's been to your liking.

Comments by E:  I’m surprised that some of the attendees at the FARTS conference haven’t had a heart attack.  I’m waiting to see what happens to the ten residents of the San Francisco County detention center.

Posted: 09/25/09