Jerry

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

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“Yep, two e mails, I’ve saved both of them for you to read,” Chad said. Both readers liked our story and want some more. I’ve sent them both a thank you note. I think if readers are going to send us notes, we can at least thank them.”

“Good idea, Chad. I have an idea for another story. How about….?” Bruce whispered in Chad’s ear.

“Excellent! I love it. We’ll start on it in the morning, but right now, I think I’d like to move on to another subject—you! I want to make a move on you!”

“I’m waiting, I’m waiting, so make your move, Chad.”

And Chad did!

Chapter 20
Morning comes to one of the staff bedrooms.

The sun was slowly rising and its rays were just beginning to shine through the widows of the staff bedrooms at the Souchard. In one of the rooms, its rays caressed the two muscular legs of one of the occupants, whose legs were covered with soft dark hairs and were raised in the air.

Thirty seconds later the rays touched the quivering, blinking rosebud that lay between those legs that were covered with soft dark hairs and were raised in the air.

Another half-minute went by and now a strong pair of arms grasped the legs that were covered with soft dark hairs and were raised in the air, and pulled them back across the well defined chest that had a smattering of chest hair, and whose brown nipples were a beautiful contrast to the tanned body that lay supine on the bed.

Another few seconds and the sun touched the seven-and-a-half–inch tube of flesh, corpuscles, and veins that sprang from a soft silky bed of bush and ended in a purple head helmet that was already showing its enthusiasm (or perhaps I should  say, ‘enthusi-jism’) for what was to come.

“Are you ready, buddy?’ said Ted with his pecker poised for penetration

“Oh…, YES! Let me have it, ALL of it!” said Hank, whose pucker was all too ready..

Slowly the battering ram approached the gate to the ‘castle of pleasure’ and ‘knocked’ once, backed off and pushed again. It backed off a second time and hit the ‘portcullis’ that led to the ‘inner courtyard’ of the ‘castle.’

This time it was through and now it was moving smoothly through the passageway that led to the treasure room.

“You okay?” asked Ted.

“Uuuummmm,  Ahhhhhh. Yes, don’t stop, just don’t stop,” said Hank.

Back and forth, back and forth, the glistening tube passed up and down the hallways that led to that ‘ox’ of bliss.

‘Aaaaaahhhhh.’ ‘Ahhhhhhh,’ moaned Hank. Suddenly a shout of “Aaaaaiiiiiyyeeee” burst forth. “That’s it. Do it. Ram me. Ram me,” he begged Ted.

Ted continued his movements ramming, caressing, ramming the pleasure spot of his partner, who now was gasping in short breaths,

“Here it comes,” he said.  At that moment he shot wave after wave of man-nectar into the waiting, wriggling and writhing body of Hank.

As the fourth wave broke on the shore Hank released his own valley of elixir across his chest, across his pecs and onto his own face.

Hank reached up and pulled Ted’s face close to his own. “Love ya, man, love ya so much!”

Ted didn’t say anything but used his finger to gather up some of Hank’s wine of desire, and put it on his tongue, and then he kissed his brother’s lips, inserted his tongue into Hank’s mouth and deposited the drops of cum onto Hank’s own tongue.

The two figures lay entwined on the bed, holding each other and kissing. They must have dozed off for a few minutes for when they returned from Nirvana, the Sun was fully up, and the naked, glistening, semen bedecked bodies of Ted Long, and his brother, Hank Long, the two life guards, could be seen.

After a bit, Hank said to Ted, “Guess we’d better get up and shower and shave and dress, and get some breakfast.”

“Yeah,” Ted said, with a wicked gleam in his eye. “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse…”

Hank lay back and grinned, and said, “Well, here I am!”

“Oh, huh huh! Well, you, too, but I meant eat a big breakfast, idiot!” Ted returned the grin.

The two studs got up, showered and shaved as well as the other thing, got dressed and went down to breakfast.

The Dining Room, a little later.

“I’m starving,” said Trace.

“So am I, replied Jerry. “You sure took a lot out of me last night, love!”

“And you did the same to me…let’s see, I’ll have one of these breakfast steaks, some potatoes and a glass of milk. I’ve got to replenish my protein.”

“Sounds good,” said Jerry. The two men went to the sideboard where Sam and his helpers had set out a delicious array of selections for breakfast—Eggs Benedict, eggs scrambled, eggs hard-boiled, toast, bagels, cream cheese, butter, jelly, fried potatoes, sausage in gravy, tea, coffee, milk, three kinds of juices and five kinds of fruit.

Trace and Jerry sat down and were starting to eat when Ted and Hank came in.

“Hi, guys. Join us?” Jerry invited the two.

“Yeah, thanks. Just as soon as we get our grub. I’m starving,” said Ted.

Ted and Hank got their plates and their beverage and sat down. Oddly enough (or perhaps, not so oddly), they had chosen the same items that Trace and Jerry had chosen.

“Good choice, you two,” said Trace.

“Yeah. Usually I just want a bagel and some coffee, but for some reason this morning, I’m particularly hungry,” said Hank. He looked at Trace and Jerry’s plates and began to smile.

Trace and Jerry looked at the breakfasts Ted and Hank had on their plates and began to smile.  At that minute, Bruce and Chad and the guys from the Residence came in.

“Hey, Bruce, and Chad, come and join us,” Trace invited them.

“Sure. Just a minute while we fill up,” said Chad.

When Bruce and Chas sat down it was obvious that they too had felt the need to replenish their protein supplies. Yep! Steak, potatoes, some scrambled eggs, and milk.

“You two seem to have quite the appetite this morning,” said Ted, grinning. Bruce and Chad looked at Ted, looked at his plate, looked at Hank’s plate, looked at Trace’s plate and then at Jerry’s.

All six guys looked at each other and the plates with the same selections of protein suppliers, and broke into gales of laughter.

Ted grinned, and said, “Well, I’m just a growing boy, I am.”

“Aren’t we all?” said Chad. “Aren’t we all?”  And this set off gales of laughter.

Finally Bruce said, “Trace, we’re going to have House Meeting with our charges this evening. Chad and I are going to talk about the dangers of having unprotected sex.”

All laughter stopped.

“That’s a good idea, Bruce. After we eat, come up to my office; I have some thing I can give you for your meeting.”

“Bruce, would you mind if Hank and I came to your meeting? We have something important to say to these guys on the subject,” asked Ted.

 “Certainly! You are nearer to these guys in age than we are and they would probably listen to you more carefully than they would to us. The meeting is at 7:30”

After breakfast Bruce and Chad went with Trace and Jerry to the office. Trace opened a supply cupboard which was stacked with boxes of condoms.

“We order these to put in the guest rooms and in the ‘Playroom.’ Each box holds 500 condoms. Take a box and when these are running low, let me know, and I’ll give you some more. We’ve got to teach these guys to be careful.”

“Thanks, Trace,” Bruce said. Just as he and Chad left, the phone rang.

“Hello,” Trace said…..”Oh, Hi, Sheriff Joe. What’s up?”....”He what?”..... “How?”.... “And you found what?”….. “Oh, no. That’ll shock ‘em all right.”…. “Okay. Thanks for calling.”

Trace hung up the phone and looked at Jerry. “What?” Jerry asked.

“They found Howell’s dead body in an alley in The City. He’d been hit on the head by a mugger, and when he fell’ he hit his head and died. They’re pretty sure it was a mugging gone bad because his money was gone.”

“Oh, no! That would be awful if it was anybody but Howells, but I don’t think I’ll be sending a wreath to the funeral,” Jerry said.

“There’s more, sweetheart! The found some XXX DVDs in one of his pockets, and in another pocket they found a letter from the “Real American Man’s Society,” confirming his invitation to speak on the subject of the “Terrors of the Gay Agenda.”

Jerry just snorted!  “I suppose that Society is named RAMS for short.”

“You got it, Babe. What that Society will say when they discover that their ‘honored speaker’ was a …. No, I won’t say gay….He was a disgusting pervert who preyed on children and young guys. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say.”

“I agree. Oh, enough of that bastard! Let’s get on with our work.”

The House Meeting

At 7:30 that night the Rec Room at the Residence was the scene of ten young men,  buzzing among themselves about the possible reason for the meeting. Bruce and Chad came in as did Ted and Hank Long.  They sat off to one side.  They did wave to Greg and Harry, their two seventeen-year-old ‘apprentices.’

“Guys, thanks for being here,” Bruce began. Chad and I have called this meeting because we feel we have to tell you some things we think you need to know.”

I know that sooner or later, many of you will want to ‘get your rocks off,’ as some people say,” Chad continued. “No, there’s no need to look embarrassed. You’re young and ….well, you’re young and …horny!” There was a ripple of laughter, and a few groans of agreement. ‘Too right, man.’ And “I sure do want some” were among the remarks that Bruce heard.

“I suspect that some of you have found …er….comfort with one of your buddies here,” Bruce continued. Some of the guys looked at the floor, but  David and Eddie looked at each other and smiled, and sat up straight. So did Felipe and Ike.

“Bruce and I are not your parents, nor are we policemen,” Chad went on, “But we are responsible for your well being, and we feel we needed to have a frank and open discussion of the dangers of ...of… unprotected sex.”

Suddenly, the room was absolutely quiet.

“We know that before you guys were taken to the detention center, you had been living on the streets making money anyway you could. We don’t know, and we don’t want to know, anything about that period of your lives unless you want to tell us—here, or privately,” Bruce said. “But there are health issues that must be addressed. Have any of you ever been tested for STDs, or sexually transmitted diseases?”

Murmurs of ‘No’ went around the room.

“That’s what we thought,” said Chad. “This is what we are going to do. We have talked to Trace and Jerry, and told them that the day after tomorrow we are taking you all to the Harvey Milk Health Clinic in the City and you will be tested. God willing you’ll all be tested clean.”

Alex spoke up, “I don’t care what happens to me. I don’t want to be tested!”

“Alex, it’s all very well to take that ‘devil-may care’ attitude, but what if you met somebody you cared about? Would you want to risk exposing them to some disease you were carrying?  Would you?” Chad asked.

“Ahh, well, er, no, I guess not, “Alex replied.

Ted and Hank got up, and Ted said “Can we say something to the guys?”

“Sure,” Bruce said.

“I know some of you think you’re going to live forever,” Ted began. “I want to tell you about our older brother Marty. He was handsome, intelligent and fun to be with.  He was the most loving brother anyone could want, but….” Here Ted began to choke up.

Hank put his arm around Ted’s shoulder, and said, “It’s OK, bro, let it out.” Hank continued, “Marty liked to go to some gay clubs, and … he had many casual encounters. He didn’t always practice ‘safe sex,’ and he contracted AIDS. We watched him ….we watched….” Now it was Hank who couldn’t continue.

Ted pulled himself together and finished the story. “We watched our brother die.” It was the worst time of our lives.  We don’t ever want to have to see that again! So I beg all of you, get yourselves tested. Please. Please!”

There were a lot of solemn faces in the group, and several of the guys were wiping their own eyes.

After a minute or two, Bruce said “Now here’s the plan. We’re going to take you to get tested, and then in six months we’re going to take you to be tested again, to be sure that you’re clean.”

Chad held up a box labeled ‘Safety First.’  “Guys, this box contains 500 condoms, and for your own sakes and for the sakes of any future partners you may have, use them if you’re having sex that involves penetration. If we run out, we’ll get more.

Sixteen-year-old Eddy asked, “Do we always have to use one of these things?”

Bruce said, “No. Not if you’re just wanking off by yourself, or wanking off with someone else. If you are just frotting, or ‘fronting’ with another guy, you don’t have to use one.”

Ike, also 16, asked “What’s frotting or fronting?”

“If you’re grinding crotches together, or one of you has his organ between the thighs of a partner, that’s frotting. It’s sometimes called ‘dry humping,’ or ‘dry sex.’”

Bruce added, “If you’re going to penetrate your partner’s anus you must use a condom.”

Felipe wanted to know “What about blow jobs?”

“Sorry, but even having oral sex can pose a threat. If your doing ‘sixty-nine,’ or even just kissing or licking your partner’s organ, you can pass or receive the germs.”

Ike and Felipe looked at each other. Ike whispered ‘Guess we’d better learn how to use these condoms.’ Felipe nodded in agreement.

“Finally, guys, the last word is, even condoms are not always one-hundred percent safe. The best bet is to be in a monogamous relationship with a partner, and neither one should cheat on the other,” Bruce concluded.

“Anybody have any questions, guys?” Chad asked.

“Do you and Bruce use them?” Ben asked.

“We used to, but after we had both been tested and realized we were committed to each other, we don’t have to use anything,” Chad replied.

“How do you…. how does one… er, how do you put it on?” Harry asked.

“No, I’m not going to demonstrate that,” Chad said, and there was a lot of laughter from the guys. “This box contains a large poster, which I will place on the bulletin board so you can examine it.”

After the meeting, Bruce and Chad were in their office, checking their e mail.

“Hey, Chad. It looks as if we’ve had three feedbacks from readers telling us they liked our story.”

“Only three?”

“Yeah, but Will and Chris tell me that writers don’t usually get a lot of feedback from readers.”

“You can be sure of one thing, love of my life, that anytime I read a story on Tickie or Jamie or Pan or anywhere else, if I like it, I’m gonna send a note to the author,…and I’m gonna answer all of these e mails myself and thank the sender for sending note.”

“Yeah, well. Let’s put the finishing touches on our next story, and then go to bed.”

Chad looked at his lover and said, “OK, but I’m not really sleepy.”

“Who said anything about sleeping?  Heh heh heh!”

Later that night, if Bruce or Chad could have seen into some of the bedrooms in the Residence or heard some of the conversations, they would have realized that their comments at the House Meeting were being taken very seriously.

“Ike, I hope to God I haven’t put you at risk,” Felipe said.

“I knew what I was doing, Felipe, but…I think we should be tested and until we know the results we’d better use those thingies.”

“I thought you’d say that so I picked up a handful of them. You want to try one?”

“Sure, Felipe,” said Ike. “Oh! Hah hah! Look at this one. The wrapper says it has red and white stripes.”

“OK, and I’ll try this one…it says it’s got ridges!” Felipe giggled.

“You use that one and I’ll be tickled pink!” Ike replied with a laugh, which was cut short as Felipe drew him into a hug and kissed him deeply and thoroughly.

To be continued...

E’s comments:  It’s too bad these young men didn’t already know this information from health classes in school.  There are too many people from the old school that believe that the young people of today are not acting as they supposedly did when they were young.

I’m looking forward to finding out why these ten young men who are now residing at the Souchard Hotel complex were living on the street anyway.

Posted: 11/06/09