Jerry

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

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The Souchard Hotel felt the onslaught of the tsunami, but fortunately nobody was hurt. Tad and Ron realized that they were not just sex buddies who got their rocks off by some light s-m, but that they truly loved each other.

About 1:00 in the morning a car slowed to stop at the entrance road to the Hotel, and a small figure was pushed out of the car, which then sped away. The figure began to crawl slowly down the road towards the Residence.

Chapter 24

It was the morning after Thanksgiving Day and the morning after the tsunami. In their bedroom Tad and Ron were just waking up—in each other’s arms!  “I love you so much, Ron,” Tad said.

“And I you,” Ron replied.

This was not the most original conversation in the world, but Tad and Ron had discovered their love for each other when they had been swamped, and nearly drowned, as the tsunami had inundated the inlet where the hotel was located.

As they embraced,  Tad said, “I don’t want to go back to the office just yet. I want to stay here for three or four days and enjoy our ‘honeymoon,’ where I learned how much I cared for you.”

“Hah hah! But we can’t have a honeymoon unless we’ve been married, you know,” Ron said, half laughingly and half seriously.

“I know, my love, and this is what I’ve been thinking…,” Tad whispered into Ron’s ear.

“Yes, I do. I will. Oh yes, I do,” Ron said.

So it was that Tad and Ron got up, showered, shaved and took care of their needs. They decided to talk to Trace, Jerry and Chet, before driving into the City.

Trace and Jerry had awakened in a very playful mood. “Ummm, do that again, hunk man. Again!”  Trace said to Jerry as they were lying in bed, enjoying some ‘early morning delight.’

“It’s my pleasure, you sexy hunk, you. Ahhh, I could do this all morning, noon and night,” Jerry said. “In fact how about if I do this….?”

Trace moaned in pleasure and was about to reciprocate when the house phone rang. “Trace here.”

Pete’s voice was heard, “Trace, I’m sorry to bother you, but I think you and Jerry had better come to the office.”

“Is there a problem, Pete?”

“Yes…, No…., I don’t know. Just come down, please.”

“We’ll be down as soon as possible.”

When the two had showered and dressed, they went downstairs. They found Sam, Pete, Bruce and Chad in the office along with a very dirty, very scared looking boy who looked to be about 13 years old.

“Well, well, what have we here?” Trace asked.

Bruce replied, “When I got up this morning, I went out to see what the weather was like, and I found Ricky here, huddled on the front steps of the Residence. He was shivering and was crying.

“Ricky, how did you get here?” Trace asked.

“M-m-m-my Step-d-d-d-ad drove me h-h-h-here and threw me out of the c-c-car. He told me that if I was going to be a f-f-fag, he d-d-d-didn’t want me in his house. He said I should c-c-c-come here and live with the other fags, and maybe I c-c-c-could earn a living as a whore for the other f-f-fags.”

“Hmph! Some step-dad! But first, young man, let’s get you out of those filthy clothes, get you clean, warm, dry, and …I think food. Bruce, do any of your guys have any clothes Ricky could use?” Trace asked.

“David is on the short side. He may have some things. I’ll go check.” Bruce said. He left, and Trace said, “Ricky, I’m going to take you to our apartment, so you can take a shower. I have a bathrobe you can put on.”

Ricky looked at Trace and said, “What do you want me to do for you? I can…”

Trace interrupted because of what he was afraid Ricky was about to say. “Nothing, Ricky, I just want to get you comfortable, and listen, son, nobody here is ever, EVER, going to make you do anything you don’t want to—unless it’s your homework.”

Trace thought to himself ‘Why did I call him ‘son?’ What was this about homework. Am I expecting him to stay here?’

Trace turned to Sam. “We’ll be back in about 15 minutes, and Ricky and Jerry and I will be ready for one of your great breakfasts.”

“Gotcha, boss. It’ll be ready.”

As Trace took Ricky to get a shower, Jerry thought to himself, ‘That’s funny. Trace called Ricky ‘son,’ and I found myself thinking of him in the same way.’

Tad and Ron came into the kitchen, said good morning to Jerry, and Tad asked Chet, “Could I have a word?”

“Sure,” Chet said. The two went into another room, and when they came back Chet was grinning ear to ear. Tad and Ron got into their car and drove off to the City, but not, I assure you, to go to their office—well, at least not for long!

When Trace and Ricky returned. Ricky was much improved, not only in his appearance, but in his demeanor. He almost looked happy! He had cleaned up well. He was four-and-a-half feet tall, with straight blond hair, and blue eyes. He was slender, but his arms and legs had gone through a growth spurt, and he had long fingers.

Jerry, Trace and Ricky demolished a breakfast of orange juice, eggs, bacon, toast, jam, coffee and milk for Ricky.

When they had eaten, Trace asked. “Ricky, if you don’t mind me asking, why did your step-dad call you a fag?”

“He caught me and a friend wanking each other off. He threw my friend out of the house and said he was going to take me to a place where …guys... would…”

“That’s OK, Ricky, we get the picture.”

“Jerry, we’re gonna have to call the Sheriff, but I don’t want…”

“I know. Trace, I don’t want to have him taken away, either….Look, it’s a holiday weekend. Let’s not bother the sheriff. We can call him on Monday.”

“Good idea, but we’re going to have to get Ricky some clothes.”

Rev. Chet had come into the kitchen and heard the last part of the conversation.  Pete and Sam had told him what was happening as he was coming for breakfast.

“Look, guys,” the Reverend said, “I have a nephew about Ricky’s size. I’m used to buying clothes for him. Let me drive down to the City, and even though it’s ‘Black Friday,’** I can go to the store where I often shop and pick up some things he can wear. I’ll get some tee-shirts, board shorts, sandals and some underwear. I have an appointment this afternoon with Ezek and Ishmael, but I’ll be back in time for that.”

“Thanks, Chet. That’s really good of you,” Trace said. “Let me…,” and he reached for his wallet.

“Uh-uh,” said Chet. “It’ll be my pleasure.”  As Chet was leaving he asked, “Sam, could I have a word- er -privately?”

“Sure, Chet. What do you want?”

Chet whispered something in Sam’s ear, and Sam broke out into a big grin. “Sure. I can do that!”

Chet left the hotel, and did not return until one o’clock, loaded down with clothes for Ricky. Ricky took them to Trace’s office to show him and Jerry. He was so pleased with the items that ‘Uncle Chet’ had bought that he was almost dancing with joy.

After a quick lunch, Chet sat down with Ezek and Ishmael.

“Gentlemen, by now you have heard about young Ricky who appeared here this morning after having been almost literally thrown out of a car by his step-dad.”

“Yes,” said Ezek, “We heard; Ishmael and I would love to be able to pay a visit to this scum. To treat a child like that is contrary to the teachings of our religion and of yours too, I believe.”

“Yes. And that’s what I want to talk to you about. I would like to find a way to set up an international chain of ‘safe houses’ for teen age boys who have been abused sexually or physically because of their orientation.”

Ishmael grinned. “Ah…Chet, it appears that we are, as you westerners say, singing from the same song sheet. That is what Ezek and I would like to do also. It seems that our friends Trace and Jerry have made a beginning here at the Souchard Hotel, and we plan to establish a similar ‘safe house’ somewhere near Cairo.”

“I’ve been in touch with some sympathetic clergymen here and in the United Kingdom. Some of them are gay and some are not, but they are all concerned about the problem. Why, just a few days ago in Baltimore, a young teenager was shot because he was gay.” Chet shook his head sadly.

“What is wrong, my friend?” Ezek asked.

“It’s the same old problem. Money, or the lack of it,” Chet said.

“Did you know that my family gave money to help build the ‘Residence’ here?” Ezek asked.

“No. I didn’t. That was very kind of your family.”

“We owe Trace and Jerry a great deal. We were happy to do it, and I think my Father, the Sheik, would be interested in establishing some sort of endowment fund to build these houses,” Ezek reassured Chet.

“I wonder if we could have a conference of some sort, perhaps somewhere in the United Kingdom, or Europe, or Egypt, where some of these other clergy could meet and we could make some definite plans?” Chet asked.

Again, Ezek came to the rescue. “We have a plane that could bring everyone to the meeting and take them home again afterwards.”

“Praise be!” said Chet. “This meeting has been an answer to my prayers. This has been a wonderful Thanksgiving.”

“Yes, my friend, it has been wonderful, but I wonder if you would excuse Ishmael and me.  It is our custom to take some repose in the afternoon. We will talk again tomorrow.”

“Of course. I may take a little snooze myself. I’ll see you at dinner.” Chet stood, shook their hands and went to his room.

Ezek and Ishmael also went to their room, but ‘taking a snooze’ was not what they had in mind. After the had locked the door, they turned to each other and began kissing while they slowly took each other’s clothes off, item by item, shirt by shirt, pants by pants, tee-shirt by tee-shirt, briefs by briefs, until they stood facing each other, completely naked, and very much not in the least bit sleepy.

They embraced and each man put his hands behind his partner’s back and began to run their fingers up and down the other’s butt cheeks. Their bodies ground together and each one’s erection slid over the other’s hard-on.

Their fingers continued to explore, to probe, to dig a little deeper. Ezek looked at Ishmael and said, “I think this afternoon I will be the mare and you will be the stallion.”

Ishmael smiled and said, “Ahhh, my friend. What a delight it will be to mount you...but first…I am afraid that as delicious as the food in the dining room is, I have a hunger that needs to be satisfied.”

Ezek turned and leaned over the back of the sofa, spreading his legs, so that Ezek could see, could touch, could savor, and could taste his pink, quivering rosebud. Ishmael knelt down, and began to lick, to kiss and to give light lip-bites to his lover’s butt cheeks.

Gradually Ishmael’s tongue approached the opening to the cave that led to Ali Baba’s treasures. There was no need for him to say ‘Open sesame;’ the ring was open and his moist tongue slid through the passage to the treasure of treasures.

Ezek moaned in pleasure and lust. “Do you have the oil of olives ready?”

“Oh, yes, my love,” Ishmael applied a liberal amount to his fingers and lubricated his target. Then he prepared his own organ. He rubbed a small amount of the oil onto his wide, purple helmet and his slender but rock hard shaft.

Ezek lay on the floor with a pillow under his hips and lay there looking up at Ishmael who towered over him, his organ of pleasure standing straight out.

“All right, my Arabian mare, prepare…,” Ishmael began but Ezek interrupted him.

“Ishmael your tongue drips poetry that is as beautiful as the pearly white drops I see forming at the tip of your magnificent weapon. Let’s forget the beautiful poetic language…and as the westerners say… Fuck me. Fuck me hard, baby! Long and strong, and over and over!”

Ishmael smiled and taking on the persona of a rough stud, said, “All right, bitch! Take what’s coming to you.”

He knelt down and lined his pole up with Ezek’s quivering, blinking, rosebud, and he RAMMED IT IN! His strokes were long and hard, and over and over. He drove his cock in towards Ezek’s walnut, and Ezek screamed, “Aaaiiiieee!” “Aaaiiiieee!”

“Aaaiiiieee!” “Aaaiii—ahhhhh!”

 As Ishmael prepared to shoot his River Tigris into his lover’s canal, Ezek sent a mighty torrent of his own Euphrates out of his cannon that covered his body, his chin, his neck, his pectorals and his abdomen with a creamy white liquid.

When the two had come down from Mount Ararat, Ishmael began to lick his lover’s foam from his body. Gently he gathered some on his tongue and offered it to Ezek, who took it gratefully into his mouth.

The two fell asleep, naked, cum-encrusted, in each other’s arms on the floor of their room.

* * * * *

Dinner

Dinner was a happy occasion that night. Sam and Adrian had outdone themselves! It was almost a Thanksgiving feast all over again.

The guys from the Residence had taken to young Ricky and talked to him and made him laugh. Bruce, Chad, Trace and Jerry almost shed tears of joy to see how well young Ricky was adapting to life at the Souchard. Tad and Ron sat gazing at each other, hardly aware of anything, tasting their food only a little.

At the end of the meal, Rev. Chet stood up and tapped his water glass, asking for everyone’s attention.

“Gentlemen, I have two tasks this evening and both fill me with great joy. First of all, this afternoon I have had a long talk with Ezek and Ishmael, and we have begun to make plans for a series of international safe houses which will be a place of refuge for teenage boys who have been abused because of their sexual orientation, or abused for other reasons.”

This brought a round of applause from the other diners. Chet bowed to Ezek and Ishmael and they stood and bowed in return.

“We are making plans for a conference of concerned clergymen from various countries to begin planning. We already have the ‘Residence’ here at Souchard as House # 1, and House # 2 will be opening in Cairo in a few months. Much of the work here will be undertaken by our friends Sabu and Ram.”

There was more applause and Chet bowed to Sabu and Ram who stood, smiled, and bowed back. They moved a little stiffly because for much of the morning they, along with some of the other staff and the guys in the ‘Residence’ had been raking and shoveling sea weed off the patio of the hotel, cleaning off the refuse left by the tsunami.

 When it was quiet Chet said, “Now I come to my second task. I have been asked to lead the commitment ceremony of Tad Comings and Ron Schmidt, who will be taking each other as partners for life.”

This time the applause was deafening. It was a few minutes before Rev. Chet could continue.

Tad and Ron went forward. Each carried a small box. They stood and faced each other with a beaming Rev. Chet between them.

Chet spoke. “Friends, we are here to witness the commitment ceremony of Tad and Ron as they take each other as life partners. Although same-sex marriage is illegal in the Sovereign State of California, they have already taken the necessary steps to give each other medical powers of attorney. They have named each other as next of kin and beneficiaries in their wills and on their insurance policies.

Trace and Jerry gripped each other’s hands, as did Bruce and Chad.

Rev. Chet continued, “Tad, are you ready to make your declaration?”

“I am….I, Tad Comings, take you, Ron Schmidt, as my partner for life, to live together as partners. I will cherish you for richer or poorer. I will care for you in sickness and health, and look after you all the days of my life. This I swear before God, and in the presence of these witnesses.”

“Ron, are you ready to make your declaration?”

“I am….I, Ron Schmidt, take you, Tad Comings, as my partner for life, to live together as partners. I will cherish you for richer or poorer. I will care for you in sickness and health, and look after you all the days of my life. This I swear before God, and in the presence of these witnesses.”

Tad took out the box with the ring, and slid it on Ron’s finger. “I give you this ring as token and pledge of my undying love.”

Ron likewise slid a ring on Tad’s finger and repeated the same words.

Beaming, Rev. Chet said, “Gentlemen, you may salute your husbands!”

Tad and Ron took each other into a warm embrace and kissed each other…and kissed…and kissed.

This brought a round of applause and laughter from the others in the dining room.

When the new couple had finished ‘saluting’ each other they turned and both of them hugged Rev. Chet. This brought more applause, and then Sam and Adrian brought in the cake.

The cake! What a cake! It was an ordinary sheet cake with light blue frosting, but somewhere Sam had found a large plastic funnel, and sawed it in half and after putting frosting on it inside and out, had placed it in the middle of the cake,  Underneath the funnel, which  of course symbolized the tsunami, he had placed two male figures.

Tad and Ron, half-laughing, and half-crying, hugged Sam and Adrian and thanked them for making such a beautiful cake. The two newly-minted partners-for-life, each cut a square of cake, and took a fork and gently fed each other a piece of cake. This was a ‘class-act’ in itself. No squishing the cake in each other’s face as sometimes happens!

Sam and Adrian set about cutting cake and placing the squares on plates and handing them to the others.

Ricky was sitting with Trace and Jerry, and Jerry said, “How those two survived that tsunami is a real miracle!”

Trace smiled at his partner and at Ricky, and replied, “And how this young man came to be here, safe with us, is another miracle.”

Ricky said, “Before today, I wouldn’t have believed in miracles.”

Jerry said, “Ricky, I’m going to tell you a story of something that occurred a long time ago.”

Author’s Note: The story that Jerry tells Ricky will appear in Chapter 25. 

To be continued.

** For the benefit of our readers who may live outside the United States, Black Friday is the name given to the day after Thanksgiving, which traditionally is the start of the Christmas shopping season.

E’s comment:  Luckily Ricky landed in a good situation.  Now I have to wonder if he is going to meet other persons his own age.  I hope so.

Posted: 12/11/09