Jerry

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

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Trace and Jerry agreed to provide part time employment and eventually a place for ten older teenage young men to live and continue their education.  The youths had been living on the streets of San Francisco and were now in the custody of the Sheriff of the county had been placed in a detention center as a temporary residence. The arrival of a check from Sheik Mohammed Farouk would make construction of the residence possible.

Chapter 15

 Trace and Jerry

It was two weeks after the FARTS Conference had ended. The Conference attendees had departed vowing to return again next year, and some had even booked a weekend for themselves and a ‘special friend.’

Trace and Jerry were having a simple breakfast of coffee, bagel with cream cheese, and orange juice. Trace was opening a thick package that had come in the mail.

“Wow, Jerry! Look at these plans!”

“Whatcha got, love?”

“Sheik Mohammed has engaged a well known firm of architects, Epsom, Downs and Company, to draw up plans for a two-story residence hall with classrooms for the guys from Frisco. Look, it’s two stories with a walk-out basement. The exterior is brick. The center entrance leads to a hallway that runs the length of the building.”

Jerry was looking at the plan, “Oh, yeah, and I see stairs at either end leading to the lower and upper levels.”

“On the first and second floors there are bathrooms and a communal shower room, and there are fifteen dorm type rooms that can accommodate two boys each,” Trace went on. “The basement has a laundry room, a recreation room, a storage room, and two rooms that can be used as classrooms. Because the ground slopes, the back of the basement is above ground level.”

“Neat,” said Jerry. “What is this long apartment on the first floor with a bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bath, and what looks to be an office? Oh! I see. I’ll bet that’s for the teachers you’re going to hire as combination teachers and house fathers….<pause>… but will they be willing to share living quarters?”

“Heh! heh! heh! Jerry. Your buddy knows what he’s doing! I placed an ad in several gay papers advertising for two teachers who were a couple, one to be certified for teaching history and English, and the other to be certified to teach math and science.”

“Cleve-e-e-r, my sweet! Did you get any replies?”

“I got replies from three couples, and tomorrow you and I are going to drive into Frisco to Tad Comings’s office to interview the two that I thought looked like the best ones to hire.”

“What about the other two couples?”

“I told them we would be in touch, and if we end up hiring the first couple, I’ll thank the others and tell them that the position has been filled, but we would keep their applications on file.”

“You are so smart, Trace…. And clever….And thoughtful. I guess that’s why I love you.”

“You flatterer, you! You’re just saying that because you want me to pleasure you like you pleasured me last night.”

“You got it, sweet-heart.”

The next day Trace and Jerry drove into Frisco. Kevin and Anton were in the car with them, and Trace was going to drop them at the Harvey Milk Health Clinic where Anton would be tested for HIV to see if he was clean.

After dropping the two guys off, Trace and Jerry drove to the Law Offices of Comings and Goings. Ron, the secretary, greeted them and got up to let Tad Comings know that his visitors were there. Trace was somewhat surprised to see that Ron had been sitting on a cushion at his office chair.

Tad Comings, Esq., rose to greet them.  He was five-feet-ten inches tall and had curly blond hair and blue eyes. He had broad shoulders and a flat stomach, and respectable package of meat right where it should be.

“Come in, gentlemen. Please be seated. The two candidates will be here in a few minutes.

It wasn’t long before Ron ushered in the two applicants for the teaching jobs. He then took a seat at the back of the room where he could take notes.

The two applicants introduced themselves. “I’m Bruce Corby; I’m forty-two, and I’m certified to teach English and history.”

Bruce had black hair and blue eyes and an infectious smile.

The other one spoke. “I’m Chad Evans, and I’m forty-one. I’m certified to teach math and science.”

Chad had blond hair and green eyes.

Trace had been impressed by the resumes the two men had submitted, but he asked a few questions about their past employment. “You understand you will be working with ten youths in their late teens. They had been living on the streets until they were picked up and taken to the detention center, but they are not, I repeat, NOT, criminals.”

“You want us to be combination teachers and ‘house-fathers’ for these young men?” Bruce asked.

“That’s right. We plan to build a residence on the grounds of the Souchard Hotel, where they, and you, will be living. We want you to prepare them to take their high school equivalency tests.”

“How many hours a day would be spent in class?” Chad asked.

“The boys will have four hours of class and four hours of employment in various tasks at the hotel. They will have time for study and recreation. They, and you, can take your meals in the hotel, or we can send food to the residence.”

“This sounds like an ideal job for us,” Bruce stated. “Chad and I will have some time we can use to work on our stories.”

“What stories are those?” Jerry asked.

“We’ve never been published, but we are planning to submit some stories to tickiestories,” Chad said.

“You know we just had a convention of readers, authors, and fans of tickiestories at the hotel a couple of weeks ago,” Trace said with a smile. “I think you would like Chuck, the webmaster. He’s a great guy!”

“When will the residence be ready for us to move in?” Bruce asked.

“We have to build it first. That may take a couple of months” Trace said ruefully.

Bruce’s eyes lit up. “I have an idea. My brother, Dennis Corby, is a  construction worker, and for the past several years he’s been affiliated with San Francisco’s Gay Pride Parade. I bet he could get seventy-five to a hundred workers to come out and put the building up in four to five weeks.”

“That’d be great!” Trace said.

“Yeah,” said Chad. “Dennis is a great fan of that television show where workers volunteer to build a new house for families who need it. You know the one I mean.”

“Yeah,” said Jerry, “but can he get that many men together?”

“Sure can,” said Bruce. “There were two hundred workers in the building trades in last year’s Parade. There were carpenters, plumbers, heavy equipment operators; you name it, they were there.”

“Gentlemen, if you would sign these contracts, we can get started,” Trace said, overjoyed that things were working together so well.

Tad said, “Ron, will you see that applications for the necessary permits are put in motion, and then…, maybe you’d better get ready for our next appointment.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Trace, Jerry, Bruce and Chad shook hands, and Trace took the hands of the other three in his and said, “Gentlemen, can we do this?”

“Yeah,” they all replied; and Trace said, “Then, let’s do it!”

Trace and Jerry invited Bruce and Chad to be their guests at a restaurant for lunch. After they had left, Tad went into a room we have not seen before. The walls were cream-colored, with a red carpet on the floor. There were pairs of crossed ping-pong paddles on the walls, and there was a somewhat-smaller than usual ping-pong table which seemed to have very sturdy legs. There were wrist or ankle restraints at the corners of the table.

There was a desk against one wall, and Ron was seated on the desk. Ron was tall and well-built, with good muscle definition on his chest and abs. At this time he was wearing a tie, shoes and socks, and a lascivious grin on his face, and nothing else. He had shed all of his clothes, and he sat with one leg dangling over the edge of the desk, and the other cocked up on the desk. He and his long schlong were in an obvious state of readiness for the ‘next appointment.’

“Well, well, if it isn’t bad boy Tad. Get ready for your punishment and assume the position,” Ron said.

“Oh, sir, will you be using one of the paddles, or your bare hand?”

“That’s for me to decide, Turd-boy! Just get ready.”

“Oh, yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Whatever you say, sir.”

Tad had gone into this ‘next appointment with a smile on his face and his cheeks glowing. At the end of the ‘appointment,’ his cheeks were glowing redder than ever.

Kevin and Anton

Trace and Jerry had driven Kevin and Anton to the Harvey Milk Health Clinic. For a few moments the two young men stood outside the clinic, and then Kevin took Anton by the hand, and said, “Well, Anton, let’s go in, but just remember, no matter what, I…”

“I know, Kevin. I know.”

So, with some fear and trepidation, the two went inside to learn their destiny.

In the clinic they went to the desk, and Anton spoke to the receptionist, a motherly-looking woman whose name tag read ‘Mrs. Applebaum.’

“That’s fine, dear. And you sir,” she said, turning to Kevin, “Are you here to be tested, also.”

Kevin knew that he had been tested seven months earlier, and he had not engaged in any unsafe practices, but he said, “Why? Yes! That’s a good idea. Come on, Anton, we’ll get stuck together.”

Mrs. Applebaum directed them to a seat in the appropriate room, and as the two walked away, she smiled and thought to herself, ‘Young love! What a wonderful thing. Oi veh! I hope everything goes well for them.”

Kevin and Anton had a seat in a waiting room that had six or seven other men of varying ages, sitting waiting. Every so often a white-coated lab technician would come over to one of the men and ask them to step into the doctor’s office to hear the results of their test. There must have been a different exit from the doctor’s office because the men, whatever their results had shown, never came back.

Kev and Anton had been sitting there for about fifteen minutes, when a young, slender, twenty-something lab technician came over to them. His nametag read ‘Alan Green.’

“Hi, guys, are you both here to be tested? <The two nodded> Good; let’s go into this room and we’ll fill out the paper work.”

Alan led the two into a room with a desk, some chairs, and two gurneys. He invited them both to sit down while he got their names. He took their blood pressure, and then invited each to lie on a gurney.

Kevin and Anton looked at each other. They didn’t say a thing, but the love that passed between them was as strong as an electric charge.

Alan knew his business. He extracted the necessary vials of blood, and so good was he, that he had the needles in and out, and neither guy felt a thing.

“Okay, gentlemen. It will take a while for the tests to be run. If you’ll have a seat, we’ll run the tests, and then the doctor will see you to give you the results. If you’d like to get some lunch while you’re waiting, the clinic does have a cafeteria.”

“Thanks, Dr….er… Mr. Green, but I don’t think I could eat a thing,” said Anton.

“Me, either,” added Kevin.

The two sat in the waiting room, holding hands. They couldn’t speak. They just sat and held hands very tightly.

Finally, Alan came to them and said, “Dr. Brown will see you now.”

Kevin and Anton got up and walked into the doctor’s office. Dr. Brown was a man in his thirties with a serious expression on his face.

“Well, gentlemen, I can tell you….

<B-R-R-R-ING-G. The telephone rang.>

… Excuse me just a minute, gentlemen….<pause> Yes, dear, I know…<pause>…Look I can’t talk right now. I’m with two patients.. <pause>…. Ill talk to you later….”

Dr. Brown hung up the phone, and turned to Kevin and Anton.

“I’m sorry about that. Now… ah, yes.”

Dr. Brown looked at some papers and looked at them. His serious expression was replaced by a broad smile.

“Yes, I’m happy to tell you that both of your tests came back negative. You are both free and clear of any disease.”

Kevin and Anton stood and they both began to sob as they took each other into their arms.

“Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much!” Anton said.

Dr. Brown was wiping his eyes as he said, “Congratulations. I’m always happy to be able to give good news. Now, I must caution you. If you have unprotected sex with anyone else, you must warn your partner, and of course, come back in six months after that to be retested.”

“We understand, Doctor,” said Kevin.

“Good. Now get out of here, and go celebrate somewhere. Have some champagne!”

Kevin and Anton walked out of the clinic and found a nice restaurant where they both ordered steaks and fries.

“Do you want to order champagne, love?” asked Kevin.

“No. I’m thinking that tonight we can have ‘champagne’ we have made ourselves, and we can drink it out of each other’s champagne flutes,” was Anton’s answer.

And so that’s what they did, heaven bless them.

David and Eddie.

It was eleven o’clock at night at the detention center. Most people were in bed or getting ready for bed. David and Eddie had been rooming together for the past two weeks, and as each day went by, they found they were becoming friends—and each one was hoping the friendship might develop into something more.

The room was plainly furnished with two desks, two chairs, and some hooks on the wall where occupants could hang their clothes. It wasn’t elegant, but it was warm and dry, and the meals were nutritious. All in all, they young men were much better off here than they had been living on the streets or ‘squatting’ in an abandoned warehouse.

The room had one large double bed, and David was lying in bed asleep. Eddie was spooning him and had his arm over David’s chest.

Almost without thinking, Eddie began to circle David’s nipple with his finger. ’Round and ’round his finger went in slow moving circles. David’s nip became hard and stuck out.

‘What am I doing?’ Eddie thought to himself. ‘What if David wakes up? What can I say? But, he’s so… so wonderful!’

Eddie moved his finger to David’s other nipple. Soon it too was hard and stuck out.

‘Oh, God, I’d better stop,’ Eddie thought to himself, and he stopped moving his finger over David’s smooth chest, which was just beginning to show some good muscle definition.

“Ummm, don’t stop, please,” came David’s soft voice, in the dark.

“You’re awake. Oh, David, I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry. What must you think of me?”

David turned around and faced Eddie. “What do I think? Eddie, you are one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. You’ve been a good friend, and for the last week, I’ve been hoping… hoping that we could… that we could…”

David stopped talking and leaned toward Eddie, and drew his face toward his and gave him one of the lightest ‘butterfly kisses’ imaginable.

It may have been just a light kiss, yet it conveyed so much.

“David, I think you… I think you’re…,” Eddie replied.

He stopped talking and pulled David’s face towards his, and gave him a kiss that was a little deeper in intensity. David kissed him back, and so each kiss became stronger, longer, more beautiful than the last.

Both boys were fully erect, and Eddie whispered, “Can we shed these briefs?”

In a flash the two teens were lying on the bed, facing each other, not wearing anything but smiles.

As they moved closer and closer, Eddie reached down and put his hand around the two erect penises and held them together, so that as they moved, the top of David’s tool was rubbing along the underside of Eddie’s.

It wasn’t long before the two boys had each shot loads of creamy man-milk over their hands, their bodies, and the sheets.

Eddie took David’s cream-covered hand and raised it to his lips and kissed it.

David did the same to Eddie’s hand.

 

In a flash, all inhibitions between the two teens vanished. They kissed, they caressed, they explored each other’s body, and after a second eruption of two volcanoes, used their tongues to clean each other.

As they lay in each other’s arms, David said to Eddie, “I think this must be what it’s like to fall in love.”

“I agree, my sweet David. Good night.”

“Night.”

To be continued...

E’s comments:  I can see it now, the construction workers will all be wearing minimal amounts of clothing while they are working.  They’ll be the only construction workers in the city without a tan line.

Is young love wonderful?  I wonder how noise was coming from Kevin and Anton’s room that night.

Posted: 10/02/09