Jerry

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

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Trace and Jerry had met Bruce and Chad who were to be the teachers at the school; Kevin and Anton had been tested for HIV and both were found clean. Eddie and David had discovered their feelings for each other.

Chapter 16
The Construction Crew

It was a week later. Trace and Jerry went out on the front patio of the Souchard to witness the arrival of a cavalcade of earth-movers, backhoes, and dump trucks. The vehicles were packed with some fifty bronzed and buffed workers who were cheering as they pulled into the drive leading from the main road to the hotel.

The caravan of vehicles stopped and a forty-something year old man, five-foot-eleven in height, stepped down from the first truck and went to Trace and Jerry.

"Good morning, gents. I'm Dennis Corby. "I'm the foreman on this job, and these guys are volunteering their services to help build this building for you. Where do you want us to start?"

"Volunteering? Why that's wonderful, but why…?" asked Trace.

"I don't know," answered Dennis. "Maybe it's because there isn't much construction work around right now, the times being what they are, but I think it's partly because they've heard that you're doing this to help get some kids off the streets."

"Dennis … ask all the workers to gather round, please," Trace requested.

Dennis turned and blew a whistle, and all the workers came to see what was up.

Trace addressed the group. "I want to thank you all for what you're doing. The least I can do is tell you that we'll provide lunch every day out on the back patio.  If any of you want to take a break and spend some time on the beach, be our guests. Oh, I should tell you that swim suits are … optional!"

Comments of 'Woo hoo!', 'Yeah!', and 'Hurrah,' greeted this announcement.

The construction crew got to work. The earthmovers and backhoe got to work; by the end of the day, they had scooped out the trench where the 'lower level' of the Residence would be.

Dennis arranged the schedule so that each day ten workers could take the afternoon off and enjoy the beach, the sun, the water, and whatever sights interested them.

By the end of the second day, crushed gravel was on the floor of the trench. By the end of the first week, pipes for drainage had been installed and the concrete floor had been poured, smoothed, and set.

At the end of each day, Dennis, Trace, and Jerry met to confer and inspect the work's progress. Trace said, "We sure appreciate all you guys coming out from Frisco to help us."

Dennis' face lost its smile, and he got very serious. "Listen, Mr. McKenzie; we of 'The City' hate the name Frisco. I've known guys who've gotten badly beaten up by some who took extreme objection to hearing that term used."

"Sure, Dennis. I gotcha. We won't use that term any more; will we, Jerry?"

"No, Trace. If anybody is going to beat on your body, I want it to be me!"

"Promises, promises," said Trace with a smile.

"Just wanted to drop you a friendly warning," said Dennis, and he went back to work.

The second week saw the arrival of sixty steel workers who erected the steel framework to support the walls, the floors, the stairwells, and the roof.

The third week saw seventy-five carpenters who put up the wooden walls and the interior woodwork.

On the fourth week, eighty master masons came to lay the bricks that would give the exterior a pleasing appearance. Plumbers came to install pipes, toilets, showers, and sinks.

The work progressed rapidly, and every so often inspectors from the county came to make sure that everything was done properly.

At last, the building was finished, and the boys were scheduled to move in the next day.

Dennis decided to take some time to relax on the beach, so he put his clothes in a locker and donned a 'loin-cloth' that covered him but left nothing to the imagination, and went out to the beach. He spread a towel and lay down, wearing shades and just relaxing, enjoying the sun, the warm weather, and the knowledge that he had supervised a job that was well done.

He had almost drifted off to sleep when he heard a voice say, "Excuse me."

He opened his eyes and for a minute could not see anything but a shadow blocking the sun. As his eyes focused, the shadow resolved into a six-foot tall man who seemed to have absolutely no fat on him.

"Huh, what?" Dennis asked.

"Oh, I woke you. Please excuse me. I just wanted to ask if you would mind if I spread my blanket near yours. The beach seems to be so…"

Now fully awake, Dennis took in the full appearance of this giant, who like him, was wearing sunglasses and a wrap-around towel.

"Oh, no, no! Please … make yourself comfortable. No problem," Dennis said. Dennis had been alone for several years, ever since his lover had been killed in an accident on the construction site where they had both been working. Dennis had gotten over his initial grief, but somehow he had never felt like 'moving on.'

The stranger spread his blanket, sat down, and turned to Dennis. "I thank you, sir," he said with an 'old world' formality. "I'm Ernst Goteborg."

"Dennis, Dennis Corby," he said, putting out his hand to shake the newcomer's. Ernst had a firm handshake, and he smiled at Dennis.

"You are with these men who have been building this building I have seen, jah?  Oh, I mean. Yes?"

"That's right. We have been putting up a residence hall for some young men who will be living and working here."

"But that is wonderful. I wish I could have been involved in this project. In my homeland, Sweden, I, too, was in construction."

"Are you just visiting the States?"

"No, I hope to become a citizen. I have the college degree, and I am a skilled craftsman. My uncle has been my… how you say? ... my sponsor, but I just wish I could find a job."

Dennis didn't say anything to get Ernst's hopes up, but he thought over all the people he knew, wondering if any of them might know of a job.

"Well, Ernst, I certainly wish you luck. Who knows? Something may turn up."

"Well, enough of my problems. Let's just enjoy the day, Dennis."

After a few minutes, Ernst said, "Dennis, I see that some men are not wearing anything at all. In my homeland we have many nude beaches, some just for men like..."

"You mean, for gay men?" Dennis finished for him.

"Yes. I was thinking I would like to … to…"

"That's a good idea, Ernst. Let's both do it." Dennis stood up and took his loin cloth off. He stood there in all his glory. Dennis was five-foot-eleven, muscular and in good shape.

Ernst also stood up and took off his wrap-around towel. At six-feet, he was tall and slender. He had no fat on him except where it mattered.

The two men stood there for a minute, checking each other out, when Dennis heard a voice. One of his coworkers called, "Nice cock, Dennis."

Another man said, "Nice ass, too."

A third man called out, "Looks like you got a hottie, Dennis. Don't let him get away."

Dennis and Ernst stood and looked each other, dumbfounded. Suddenly Ernst began to giggle; then Dennis started to giggle. The giggles became chuckles, the chuckles turned into full-fledged guffaws, and before long the two men were laughing so hard they could hardly stand up.

Unthinkingly, they moved towards each other and went into a friendly hug … and the laughter stopped.

Pulse matched pulse; heartbeat echoed heartbeat; eyes locked with eyes, and blood flowed into two organs simultaneously causing a rapid increase in tumescence.

Dennis and Ernst just gazed at each other. Neither said a word. Finally Dennis stepped back. "Ernst, I have to go. I'll miss my ride back into town."

"Oh, Dennis, I thought we might … have dinner together."

"I wish we could," Dennis said.

"Come on, Dennis; the last truck is leaving," one of the workers called.

"Dennis, let the truck go. Have dinner with me, and I will take you back to your home after dinner. I was only here for the day and I was going to go home after dinner. Please."

Dennis turned and called to his buddy, "You all go on. I've got a ride home later." Then he turned and said to Ernst, "I'd like to have dinner with you."

Both men had a delicious dinner, but for the life of them, later on, they couldn't have told anyone what they had eaten. They were so busy talking, exchanging life stories, joking, and getting to know each other.

After dinner, Ernst paid his bill and drove Dennis into the city.

I don't think it would surprise anyone to learn that Ernst never made it to his own apartment that night.

Bruce and Chad

That same day, Bruce and Chad had moved the last of their boxes into the apartment they were going to share at the residence. Bruce Corby was forty-two, had black hair, blue eyes, and was certified to teach English and history.

His partner, Chad Evans, was forty-one, with curly hair and green eyes. He was certified to teach math and science.

Bruce sat down in one of the chairs in the living room. "Come on, Chad, take a breather, and let's see where we are."

Chad sat down facing his lover and smiled. Bruce was wearing shorts, and as he spread his legs, Chad could see just what he wanted to see.

"What are you smiling at, Chad?"

"The view, Bruce; the lovely, lovely view!"

"What? Oh! Oh, that. You sex fiend, I'll have to teach you a good lesson, later."

"Oh, sure! I'll hold you to that!"

"Business first, Chad, my lad. Now let's see … Boxes moved?"

"Check."

"Bed made up?"

"Check."

"We've made up a tentative teaching schedule so that the young men who are working in the morning will have four hours of instruction time in the afternoon. Those working in the afternoon will have four hours in the morning."

"Right," Chad replied. We'll each have two hours in the morning and two hours of teaching in the afternoon."

"We'll let the guys get settled in the morning and call a house meeting in the afternoon."

"What about evenings?" Chad asked. "We can't expect these older teens to want to stay in the residence every evening."

"Ahhh," said Bruce. "It seems that the Sheriff's cousin, the Sheik, has donated money for us to buy a small bus, so that on some evenings we can take the guys into town for a movie-provided they maintain good grades and stay out of trouble."

"You sly devil, you," said Chad, and he got up and went over to Bruce and sat on his lap and gave him a kiss.

"Hmm," said Bruce, "are you ready for that lesson I was going to give you? Now remember, we're teachers. We believe in the importance of drill, so we're going to do this exercise over and over until we get it right."

"Oh, yes, teacher; make sure I do it just right!" Chad pleaded in a mock subservient voice.

The two got up, went into the bedroom, slowly stripped each other of their wearing apparel and proceeded to the lesson of the day.

* * * * *

Later that day, they got up, much satisfied with the way the lesson had gone, made the bed again, took a shower, and decided to go out to the beach, taking a blanket wearing only sandals and a towel.

Finding a suitable spot on the beach, they spread the blanket, then they lay back to enjoy the sun, carefully folding the towels so that they covered their pubic area … to prevent sunburn!

"You know, Chad, our charges will arrive tomorrow, and we probably will only be able to come to the beach suitably covered. Let's enjoy the day and go in the water bare-assed."

"Good idea, Bruce, because it looks like all the other guys are doing the same."

Bruce stood up, folded the towel, and weighted it down with his sandals. Chad did the same, and then, holding hands, they walked down the beach to the water. They waded out until the water was up to their navels, and then they lay on their backs, floating and enjoying the sensations.

The tide was turning and waves began to form, pushing them in towards the shore.

"Had enough of the briny, love?" asked Chad.

"Sure, let's go back and enjoy a little more sun, and then I guess it will be about time to get dressed for dinner."

As they walked back to their spot Bruce saw his brother, Dennis, talking and laughing with another man. Bruce started to wave and call to him, but then he saw the two men go into a hug, and he thought, 'Good for Dennis. I hope he's found somebody at last.'

He showed Chad the couple, and Chad smiled and said, "Do you think?"

"Oh, I hope so," Bruce replied.

Back at the blanket, they lay side by side, and Bruce asked, "Have you thought about the story we want to submit to Tickiestories?"

"Yeah, I was thinking about something for Halloween."

"Hmmm. How about…" Bruce whispered his idea into Chad's ear.

"Sounds like a good idea. Let's block out an outline this evening after dinner."

At dinner, the two were so busy discussing their idea they hardly noticed Dennis having dinner with the guy from the beach.

The two teachers had a delicious dinner of oyster stew, chicken pot-pie with a flaky crust and a salad. They declined desert because they were going back to their new home where they would enjoy their favorite bed time snack of freshly peeled 'bananas' topped with their very own freshly made cream.

David, Eddie, and others

At the detention center, the young men were almost too excited to sleep, thinking about the move the following day.

Eddie and David were in their room, lying on the bed and talking.

David turned to Eddie, and said, "We're going to room together, right?"

"You'd better believe it, sweet cheeks!" Eddie turned to David and moved his hands slowly over David's smooth, hairless mounds.

That, in turn, caused David to come to full attention. "Hey, sailor, you want some of this?" David asked.

Eddie's only response was to turn his head towards what was staring him in the face; he saluted the flagpole the best way he knew how.

Curt and Joe were also talking. "Curt, we're going to room together, aren't we?" Joe asked.

"Sure, Joe. Why do you ask?"

"Well … er … because I have something I want to say, and you might not like it."

Curt thought he knew what Joe might be going to say, or what he hoped Joe was going to say, so he smiled and said, "Go ahead, Joe; say it. I won't be angry."

"Curt … you'd better know that I like you."

"I know, Joe; I like you, too."

"I like you very, very much."

"I like you very, very much, too, Joe."

"But I like you so much that I want to be more than just friends."

"Joe, this may come as a surprise, but I want us to be more than just friends, too."

"You mean…?

"Yup!  I mean just what I think you mean," Curt said with a smile, adjusting the tent in his trousers.

To be continued...

Author's note: Readers will just have to wait and see if Bruce and Chad's story is accepted by the folks at Tickie. Budding authors, and experienced authors, too, need some encouragement, so a note to this e-mail address will be forwarded to Bruce and Chad.

E's comments:  Is there anyone in this story who isn't going to find a special friend.  I may have to reprimand our illustrious author if any of them gets hurt.  What's the Sheik going to think when he comes for a visit?

Beta's comments:  Knowing the author as I do, I'm sure that Bruce and Chad's story will be hilariously funny.  Can't wait to read it.  And, when the chic Sheik cums for a visit, methinks he'll shake everyone's … well, you know … and then take ALL the 'infidels' back to his pent-up house in Sausalito, overlooking the Bay, for a masterly thick, rich, creamy shake of some sort … just for the beginning of a long evening's romp.  But who am I to make such a prediction?  Just a poor, naked, little slave boy.

Posted: 10/09/09