Souchard

By: Will B
(© 2010 by the author)

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Chapter 1 

Introduction: This begins a new series that will follow some of the characters introduced in the series, Jerry, Chapters 1-32, and some new characters also. Trace and Jerry, the owners of the Souchard Hotel on the California Coast, had started their venture as a place where guys could come for relaxation, and perhaps some hot, wild sex in the ‘Playroom.’

In recent months the Souchard had had a combination dormitory / schoolhouse / safe house built, to serve as a place of refuge for young boys who had been abused and / or were at risk from sexual predators. Two teachers, Bruce and Chad, had been hired.

An even greater change had come into Traces and Jerry’s lives with the arrival of Ricky, whom they had come to look on as a son, albeit an adopted one.

More recently, Trace and George had decided that with young boys on the property, they were going to play down or curtail the activities of the ‘Playroom.’ They were going to develop the Souchard as a Residential home for older men who wanted comfortable living, good food in the dining room, and congenial company.

Would there be any more hot wild sex? Readers will just have to wait and see.

Chet and Gerald

Chet Thompson and Gerald Winterson, now both sixty-five, had hooked up for ‘fun and games’ some forty years previously when they were in University.  Over the years, they had drifted apart, but when Chet had gone to London he had met Gerald again, and the spark that each thought had died, rekindled, and the two had become lovers, and now were committed life partners. Gerald had retired from his post at Lambeth Palace, and had come to California with Gerald.

One morning they learned that they had both been appointed Roving Ambassadors, or Investigators, for The International Society for the Prevention of Violence to Vulnerable Youths. They were both to travel wherever there were reports of children being abused.

Now they are back at the Souchard, where they were leasing one of the ‘cottages’ that flanked the main building. The main room had a light colored linoleum floor. The walls were painted a light creamy beige, and the curtains were light orange with a darker orange figure running through it.

“Chet, this cottage is perfect for our needs,” Gerald said. “It’s big enough for our books, our case files, our computers….”

“Oh, yes, my love,” Chet laughed, “and don’t forget it has a comfortable bed.”

“I’m not forgetting that either,” said Gerald. “As soon as I finish setting up our computer, we can try that out, too. Heh heh.”

“How much time before we go up to the dining hall for our dinner?”

“Oh, I think dinner will be served in about an hour, so if you would like to…”

“Would I? You bet!” said Chet.

The two men may have been in their early sixties but their love burned bright, and…well, readers can just use their imagination!

Tom and Stan

Tom Johnson, twenty-four,  was the older brother of Ricky. He had been wounded in the foreign wars, but he was back now to stay. He had graduated from teacher’s college with a Bachelor of Science in elementary education, and he had been hired as a teacher in the school staffed by Bruce and Chad.

Tom  had told Trace and Jerry that he was “Family,” too, and moreover, he had a very, very good friend who was coming home in a week or two. This friend was an R. N., and with his medical training, would probably be a good addition to the school staff.

On the day this chapter begins, it was a bright sunny day, and Ricky and George kept looking out the front door of the hotel, waiting to see the arrival of the new member of the staff. They were excited, but so was Tom. He hadn’t seen Stan in several weeks and he could hardly contain himself.

At last a cab turned off the main road and drove towards the hotel. It stopped and out stepped a tall man with brown hair and blue eyes. His medical training and his military service had kept him very fit.

Tom stepped forward and shook Stan’s hand. “’Lo, Stan. It’s good to see you.”

“Tom, it’s been too long. I’m glad to be here.”

“Stan, this is my brother, Ricky, and his friend, George.”

“Hi, guys. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” said Stan as he shook hands with both the young lads.

“Stan, these two men are Bruce and Chad who are teachers at the school. Bruce Corby teaches English  and history. Chad Evans, here, teaches math and science.”

“Gentlemen, it’s nice to know you.” Stan shook hands with each of them, and they returned his handshake cordially.

“Finally,” said Tom, “these two are Trace and Jerry who run the hotel. In a way they’re our bosses, but you couldn’t want two nicer guys!”

Stan turned and faced Trace and Jerry, drew himself up to his full height, and said, “Marshall, Stan, R. N., reporting for duty, Sah!”

“At ease, Soldier,” Trace said, laughing. He and Jerry shook hands with the ‘new recruit.’

“The pleasant camaraderie was interrupted when Ricky said, “Mr. Stan, what should I call you? Are you my brother’s boy friend?”

Stan replied, “In school I think it would be best if you call me Mr. Marshall, but when we’re not in school, I guess you could call me…Uncle Stan. Is that all right with you?”

“Sure,” Ricky said. “Tom is my brother, and I can tell you he’s been kind of mopey the last few weeks, waiting for you to get here.”

“That’s enough, Squirt!” said Tom.

“Tom,” said Bruce, “why don’t you take Stan over to the Residence and show him his quarters? Then, before dinner, we’ll sit down and talk about the school.”

Erhon and Willy

Another of the cottages had been leased by two newcomers, Erhon Longfellow, and his partner, Willy B. Rodman, both fifty-four. They were planning to live at the Souchard all year long, just the two of them and their little dog, Tiperoo, too.

When they had moved in a few days earlier, they had called Andy and Wall-Eye to adjust a squeaking door and fix a leaky faucet. The minor repairs had been made quickly, but a friendship had developed between the two couples, and as we join them, we find all four sitting on chairs on the walkway outside the cottage enjoying the cool ocean breezes and a cold beer.

“So, how did you two meet?” Andy asked Ehron and Willy.

“That’s quite a story,” Willy said. “It must have been, oh, thirty-two  years ago. We were both living in Baltimore, in the same apartment house, as a matter of fact!”

Erhon took up the story. “We knew each other to say ‘hi’ when we met in the hall, but we didn’t really get to know each other until one afternoon I came out to the parking lot, and I saw Willy standing by his car with an exasperated look on his face.”

“Erhon asked me what the matter was and I told him my battery was dead, and I was going to be late for work at my job at the Purple Elephant, a gay bar in down-town Baltimore. He asked me if I would like him to give me a hot shot.”

“I meant the car battery, but I was thinking that Willy was kind of sexy standing there, bent forward as he connected the cables, and I thought  I’d like to give him a hot…, well, you know,” Erhon said, wriggling his eyebrows.

“I thanked him,” Willy continued, “and introduced myself, and he introduced himself and told me worked at ‘Chained Desires,’ a book store that also sold games for gays. We found that we both got off of work at the same time, so we would meet for a drink when our shifts were done.”

“Well, one thing led to another, as you can guess,” Erhon continued, “and we’ve been together ever since.”

“How about you two? How did you meet?” Willy asked.

“I’m Andy from Indy,” the forty-five year-old general manager of the Souchard answered. Wall-Eye, here, is a licensed plumber.  Some months ago he came to the Souchard to bring the plumbing up to snuff, and he stayed…and well, here we are.”

“And damn happy to be here,” Wall-Eye grinned. He reached over and took Andy’s hand. Erhon and Willy saw the gesture and smiled. Erhon took Willy’s hand and squeezed it.

“Looks like it’s about time for dinner,” Andy said. “I think we’re going to have something special tonight. We have a new member of the group to meet.”

“Let’s go, then,” said Erhon.

Dinner at the Souchard.

Pete Garrett and his staff had produced another super-calli-fragi…. Oh, never mind! It was another great dinner. Chicken, beef, and shrimp were served in a variety of styles, with accompanying vegetables, rolls, butter, coffee, and iced tea. And for dessert there was pineapple-upside down cake!

Everyone was there—the staff, the few residents, the lads from the residence.  Trace, Jerry, Bruce and Chad, and Tom and Stan sat at the head table, and when everyone was seated, Trace stood.

“Everyone,” Trace said, “I want to introduce the newest member of the staff, Stan Marshall, R.N. He will be quartered at The Residence, taking care of the students, but I’m sure if anyone of us has an ache or pain, he can say, “Take two aspirin and call me in the morning’ with the best of them.”

That brought a round of laughter and applause.

Stan then stood and said, “Thank you, Trace, for that introduction. I am happy to be here, and I think my first official duty as an R. N. will be to remind you that food is best eaten hot, so, let’s ….dig in!”

That brought an even bigger round of applause, and for the next twenty minutes, the only sounds that could be heard was happy guys eating delicious food, and occasionally saying things like ‘Pass the rolls, please,’ and ‘could I have the gravy, please? Thank you.’

When dinner was over, Chet and Gerald came to the head table, and said, “Trace, Jerry, we will be leaving in the morning. Ezek sent us an email. He and Ishmael are coming to pick us up and take us to the airport. We have a job to do in Cairo.”

“Safe journey, you two,” Trace said.

“Thanks, Trace.” Gerald said.

As they walked back to their seats, Gerald said quietly, “Chet, this is going to be an overnight flight, and the Sheik’s Jet has sleeping quarters. Waddaya say we join the ‘mile-high’ club! Huh?” He nudged Chet.

Chet looked at Gerald, giggled, and said, “Good idea!” and he nudged Gerald back.

Night at the Souchard

Tom and Stan were in their suite at the Residence. They had both stripped and showered and were ready to turn in.

“Stan, I’ve missed you so much,” Tom said.

“Ditto for me, Babe. Come here and I’ll show you how much I’ve missed you.”

Not too many more words were spoken that night, but here were moans, and sighs and other sounds of happiness.

Erhon and Willy were also ready for bed, and as they fell asleep, Willy dreamt of the time he had invited Erhon to dinner.

* * * * *

A Dream of Friends With ‘Boner-Fits’

Willy was in his apartment on a dark and stormy night. Thunder boomed, almost rattling the windowpanes; lightning flashed, and the rain hit the windows with such force that he was glad he was inside, snug and warm.

He was so warm, in fact, that he was onlyin a bath robe, which was hanging open, so that his goodies were visible to all eyes—but there were no eyes to see, no hands to grope, no mouths to drool—Yet! No, not yet! But soon!

A knock came at the door, and Willy went to see who would have ventured out on such a night. It was his neighbor from down the hall, Erhon.

Erhon was Willy’s age and, like Willy, had an interest in many things. He was dressed in a tee shirt, casual slacks, socks, and loafers.

“Well, look at you,” Erhon said. You are a sight for sore eyes! But I thought you said we were going out to eat!”

“No, dear Erhon,” Willy said; “I said I was going to eat out. Come in and get comfortable, and all will be made clear. Let me take your things.”

Willy took Erhon’s tee shirt off and ran his hands over his lightly hairy chest. He bent his head and licked, and then sucked, and then gently bit Erhon’s dark brown nips.

“Ooooooohhh! Stop that immediately, . . . No, do it some more . . .   Ooooohhhh, some . . . more.”

Erhon stepped out of his clothes, or did he rip himself out of them?

Willy turned Erhon around so that he had his back to Willy, who gently caressed his smooth chest muscles, and his ridged abdomenal muscles. Willy did this for a few minutes so that Erhon was becoming more and more comfortable, and more and more aroused. Willy slid his hands into the waistband of Erhon’s slacks, and slowly, oh so slowly, explored the treasures that lay beneath.

Willy found Erhon’s navel, and explored it with his fingers, as if they were a drill preparing to go beneath the surface. He brushed Erhon’s trail of dark wavy hair that led the way to his spear of sexual pleasure, and took Erhon’s shaft into his hands, and squeezed it ever so gently, but squeezing it harder each time.

Willy pulled Erhon in close to him so that his raging boner was pressing against the opening of Erhon’s ‘tunnel of love.’

Erhon was in seventh heaven as Willy’s hands caressed his hard prick and his low-hanging balls.

“All right, my delectable dick-boy. I’m ready to eat,” Willy told him. “I want to taste your arm pits, your chest hairs, your navel, your balls, your cock, your precum, and your cum, and your ass juices. I want you, and I want to have you screaming in lust because your are my dinner tonight, and I am going to pig out on your delectable dick, your precious prick, your appetizing ass. I WANT TO EAT YOU ALIVE!”

“Oh, Willy, “Erhon said, ‘everything I have is yours to enjoy. Suck me, eat me, anyway you treat me will be wonderful. Beat my meat! Scoop up my cum!  Oh, gawd, Willy, use me! Abuse me! Enthuse me! I want—I crave—I need---your body pressed next to mine, your hands, your tongue, your prick exploring every nook and cranny of my body.”

Willy led Erhon by his most precious precum-leaking possession into the bedroom, where he had put a clean sheet on the bed for a ‘table cloth.’

“Chow time, my pussy boy. I’m going to ride you, stride you, and hide my pole inside you.  Down on the bed, face up. I’m going to start my dinner with some grapes and olives!”

Willy leaned over him and began to delicately nibble on his testicles. He slowly, gently took one ball into his mouth and savored its musky taste, and then he took the other ball. Willy ran his tongue over them, and pursed his lips about them as if he would suck the seeds out of those precious grapes.

“Please, Willy. Can’t I have something in my mouth, too?” Erhon begged.

Being a generous man, Willy let Erhon take his engorged cock into his mouth, and Willy forced his rod as far back into Erhon’s throat as far as it would go.

Now they were ‘in the moment’ as cocksuckers might say, and their kissing, sucking, and lipping each other took on a most satisfying rhythm,

The two lusty men kept this up for a while, and then Willy felt his toes begin to curl, his testicles tighten, and the lust-lava boiling up from deep inside himself and he shot his semen into Erhon’s mouth.

Erhon pulled off of Willy’s fuckpole, and looked at his with Willy’s excess cum dribbling down his cheeks, and said, “OK, Willy, now it’s your turn.” 

The moment Willy had waited for was here. Almost screaming in delight, Erhon exploded in his mouth. Never! Never had Willy tasted anything so delicious as Erhon’s hot syrupy cream!

After that, Willy and Erhon lay in each other’s arms and drifted into wonderful relaxing post-coital slumber!

To be continued...

These story lines, and others will be continued in following chapters of The Souchard.

As usual, my heartfelt thanks to my good friend and reader, who wants to be known only as A. Nony Mouse, and my thanks to those two friends who suggested a few ideas—but the final outcome (or should I say outcum?) is mine alone.

Posted: 03/19/10