Souchard

By: Will B
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Chapter 2 

Chet and Gerald join “The Club.”

Chet and Gerald announced that they had been summoned on a mission to Cairo, and that Ezek and Ishmael would be flying them across the United States, the Atlantic Ocean, and northern Africa. They looked forward to becoming members of the ‘Mile High Club.”

The Sheik’s Jet had soared across the ocean like an eagle, and about 9:00 am the two newly appointed Ambassadors for The International Society for the Prevention of Violence to Vulnerable Youths, opened their stateroom door and came into the dining salon.

“I’m hungry!” said Chet.

“So am I,” replied Gerald. “We seem to have worked up quite an appetite last night.”

“Good morning, gentlemen,” Ezek greeted them. “I trust you, er, slept well!” he said with a grin.

“Well, yes, at times, we did … sleep quite well, thank you,” Chet said.

The two sat at the table and found that each of them had hot croissant, some butter, jelly, and some freshly brewed coffee awaiting them. Each of them also found a small card by his plate. The cards were gold-colored with red roses around the borders, and they were inscribed ‘This certifies that _____ is a bona-fide member of the Mile High Club.’

After a few chuckles, Gerald and Chet out put their cards in their wallets and started in on breakfast. Ishmael brought out plates of freshly scrambled eggs and some all-beef sausages.

The jet touched own at Cairo International Airport, and the four men were driven through the city to the Hotel Four Seasons Cairo. It was a large substantial building, set in a grove of palm trees.

“This hotel is off the tourist track,” Ezek explained. “It has an excellent dining room, and a number of meeting rooms of various sizes. It is used by groups of business men who are here for meetings, discussions, and serious bargaining.”

Entering the hotel lobby, Ishmael went to the desk and introduced the party. “Ah, yes, gentlemen,” the clerk said. “The Imam is in room 145.”

Walking down the hall, the clerk led them to the room in question, and opened the door. The room was comfortably furnished with a conference table and chairs around it, and several easy chairs and sofas upholstered in a dark brown. The hardwood floor was covered with an orange Egyptian cotton fabric with swirls of yellow and brown running through it.  I don’t think you’d find carpet in any but the 5-Star hotels there. 

Seated on one of the sofas was a tall ebony-skin-colored man wearing the black robe of a Moslem Imam. With him were two young men who appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years of age. The Imam stood up as did the two younger men, and Ezek introduced Chet and Gerald.

“M’sieurs Chet and Gerald, I am delighted to meet you, and I hope you will be able to help me and my son and my nephew. I am Asram Ben Yassam, and I am the Imam of the Moslem community in Uganda. This is my son Daoud Ben Yassam and my nephew Bahnadi Ben Yassam.”

Chet and Gerald shook the three men’s hands, and Gerald asked, “How may we help you and your family, Imam?”

“I must return to Uganda soon, but I do not want to take these young men back with me. As you may know, religious zealots in both the Christian and Moslem communities are waging a series of massacres against anyone who is homosexual. The government is powerless to stop the carnage. I fear for Daoud and Bahnadi’s lives. I am told that your agency has a number of safe houses where youths in danger can be placed, and I was hoping…”

“We certainly will help in any way we can,” Chet said.

“Chet, do you remember the Manor we visited a few weeks ago? The housekeeper was Jane Denver….”

“Yes, Gerald, I do remember.  Umm… Imam, we know of a Manor House in England that is such a safe house. I don’t think they have had too many boys or young men yt, and this might be the very place for Daoud and Bahnadi.”

“Sir, if I may speak?” Daoud asked. He was tall and slender with brown curly hair, and his voice was firm.

“Of course,” Chet said.

Bahnadi and I would like to go to England. We are enrolled to take on-line classes at Oxford University, and we could continue our studies there quite easily.”

“If this Manor is out in the country, that would be very good,” Bahnadi added.  He was as tall and as good-looking as his cousin and he too had curly brown hair. “Daoud and I like the fresh air, and if there were any ways we could assist in the care of this house we would be delighted. The exercise would be good for us, and … I do not want Daoud or myself to develop the ... how you say? ... the ‘extra tire,’ if you know what I mean!”

Chet said with a smile, “The correct phrase is ‘spare tire,’ but I don’t think either of you are quite in danger of that!”

“And I will be only too happy to make a contribution towards the expenses of this safe house,” the Imam added.

Gerald placed a long-distance phone call to England, and he was soon in contact with Jane Denver.

“Hello, Mrs. Denver. This is Gerald Winterson. How are you?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Winterson, and I hope you are well, also,” came the reply.

“Quite well, thank you. How is the Manor shaping up as a safe house?”

“The workmen are almost finished with some minor repairs, and we will be ready to open our doors any day now,” Jane replied.

“Do you think you would be ready to receive two young men, eighteen years old. They are refugees from the blood bath that is being carried on in Uganda. We are in Cairo now, and if you…”

“Certainly, I’m ready. Bring them today, if you like. We have some rooms that are ready, and I have just stocked the larder with plenty of groceries.”

“Jane, you are a treasure,” said Gerald. “We can be with you this evening by dinner time, I think.”

“Oh, there is one thing. Do you think the young men like horse-back riding? We have acquired two beautiful horses—one all-white and one all-black. I’ve named them ‘Salt’ and ‘Pepper.’”

“I’ll ask them. Listen … expect us later this evening. When we land at Heathrow Airport we’ll call you again. Bye.”

Turning to the listeners, Gerald said, “We can leave for England in an hour or so. Mrs. Denver is expecting us.”

All was arranged and in an hour and a half the young men had their luggage packed, said a somewhat tearful good-bye to their father and uncle, and everyone was on the Jet, headed for England.

Daoud and Bahnadi settle into their new home.

The flight to England was uneventful, and promptly at 5:30 a limousine pulled up to the front door of the Manor, and Gerald, Chet, Ezek, Ishmael, Daoud, and Bahnadi got out.

Jane Denver, dressed in her customary black dress with a chatelaine of keys suspended from her belt, came out the door to greet them. She hugged Chet and Gerald, and shook hands with Ezek and Ishmael, and greeted the two teens with a friendly smile.

“Hello, I’m Jane Denver. Welcome to the Manor. I’ll show you to your room and you can unpack and then we’ll all meet for an early supper.”

Daoud and Bahnadi smiled, almost too overwhelmed by the events of the day to say much, and they picked up their luggage and followed Jane into the house. She led them up one flight of stairs to their room. It was a large room with two single beds, two tables and chairs, each with its own computer, and two easy chairs. One door led to a large walk-in-cupboard, and another led to an en-suite bathroom. The floor was covered by a dark blue carpet and the walls were painted a light cream color. A window’s view looked out over the tranquil scene of a meadow scattered about with a palette of various-colored wildflowers, and with holly and ancient, stately oaks in the distance.

“Do you like this room?” Jane asked. “We could find another one…”

“Oh, no, Madame Denver,” said Daoud. “I think this room is perfect. Don’t you agree, Bahnadi?”

“Yes, yes, I do,” said Daoud’s cousin.

“Come down in fifteen minutes, and supper will be ready,” Jane said. “Oh, and please call me Jane, or Miss Jane, if you must. There’s no need to call me Madame.”  They politely nodded and then Jane went out, shutting the door behind her, leaving the two cousins alone.

Daoud and Bahnadi looked at each other and immediately they were in each other’s arms, kissing passionately.

“Happy, my cousin?”  Daoud asked.

“Oh, very, my dear one. Very happy, except for having to leave my uncle, your father.”

“This is what he wanted for us, and we will just have to pray that Allah will watch over him.”

The two young men went down and enjoyed an absolutely delicious dinner. After the meal was over, Chet, Gerald, Ezek, and Ishmael said their goodbyes. They were going to make a night flight across the Atlantic. Truth be known, Chet and Gerald were a little home-sick.

“There’s still a little light left,” Jane said. “Would you like to see our two new horses?”

“Oh, yes,” both young men said, almost in unison.

They went out to the barn and Daoud and Bahnadi fed the two horses pieces of apple and rubbed their heads behind their ears, and spoke softly too them.

“Do you ride?” Jane asked.

“Yes, we’ve had some lessons, and I think we would enjoy riding these two beautiful creatures,” Bahnadi replied.

“Well, there isn’t much to do here in the evenings, except watch some television in the lounge. Would you like to do that?” Jane inquired.

“I’m a little tired. I think I would like to retire,” said Daoud.

“Yes, I too would like to ‘hit the sack’ as some say,” echoed Bahnadi.

The two cousins went up to their room, locked the door, and looked at each other.

“Why don’t you shower first, Daoud?”

“I will, and then you can, Bahnadi.”

Daoud had showered and was sitting in one of the easy chairs with a towel wrapped around his slim waist. His skin glowed with a rich chocolate color, and his nipples stood out, a dark purple against the chocolate of his pecs.  A small treasure trail led from his navel down to the area below his towel.

Bahnadi came out of the bathroom, his skin glistening with… with what? Natural color?  The excitement of what was to come? A sheen of perspiration?

Daoud stood up and his towel dropped away revealing a seven-inch piece of manhood that was beginning to ‘sit up and take notice.’

Bahnadi dropped to his knees and looked up at his cousin. “Your harem-boy is here to serve you in any way you please, oh great one!” he said. With that comma he took Daoud’s cock and lightly flicked his tongue over the slit.

Daoud moaned. Bahnadi licked the slit again, and Daoud arched his back and moaned once more in exquisite response.

Bahnadi licked the entire helmet and ran his tongue around the ridge that separated the helmet from the shaft. Daoud only moaned again and moved his body forward as if to invade Bahnadi’s mouth with his now steel-hard rigid cock.

Banana took the entire seven inches into his mouth, and ran his tongue over the tube of pleasure.

Daoud gripped Bahnadi’s shoulders, and pulled him into him and then moved back and forth.

Bahnadi hummed and the vibrations from the sounds increased Daoud’s pleasure. He licked the underside of the throbbing organ, and Daoud began to take shorter breaths.

‘Uh-huuuh.’ ‘Uh-huuuh.’  ‘Uh-huuuh.’ ‘Uh-huuuh.’ Shorter and shorter his breathe became until he shot his hot creamy elixir into Bahnadi’s mouth.

‘Aaaaaahhh!’ ‘Aaaahhhh!’ ‘Aaaahhhh!’  ‘Aaaaahhh!’ Four blasts of the liquor of love coated Bahnadi’s throat, his chin, his neck and shoulders.

Pulling Bahnadi to his feet, Daoud began to lick Bahnadi’s face, neck comma and upper body, savoring all the cream he had just expelled from his body.

“Can I serve you now?” Daoud asked Bahnadi.

“My love, I am exhausted. Let’s wait until morning when we wake up and before we shower and dress for the day.

The two cousins pulled the beds together, and turned the mattresses across the beds, so they could lie in each other’s arms. And so, they fell asleep.

* * * * *

Daoud was astride ‘Salt,’ riding across the fields. In the distance he saw Bahnadi sitting on Pepper, waiting for him. The two drew near, and they both dismounted.

Both bodies were unencumbered by any clothing, and Bahnadi spoke to his cousin. “This evening I am the stallion and you will be my mare. Down!”

Daoud lay on the ground on his back, with his legs raised in the air. Bahnadi knelt behind his raised legs and buried his nose in Daoud’s butt cleft. His tongue explored the cheeks and the cleft. It pushed against Daoud’s pucker and with his saliva he lubricated the gate to paradise.

“Go into me, Bahnadi. Go in. I want it.”

Uttering low guttural sounds, Bahnadi inserted one finger into that magical opening, then two, and then three.

“Do it, Bahnadi. Just spear me on your organ,” Daoud was almost pleading.

Slowly, firmly, Bahnadi entered Daoud’s throbbing inner chamber, then faster and harder, he moved in and out, in and out. Daoud used his ‘clencher’ to hold Bahnadi’s throbbing tool tightly as if he would draw the whole shaft into his tunnel of love.

Bahnadi drove his rod deeper and harder into Daoud’s body, and Daoud was almost screaming “Do it, do it. Fuck me. FUCK ME! DAMMIT!FUCK ME!”

Bahnadi’s mighty piston pumped in and out , again and again, until  “Hsssss!” The steam was expelled from the piston and Daoud had been well and truly fucked by the man he loved.

* * * * *

‘Daoud woke up, kissed his cousin, and said, “Bahnadi, what a wonderful dream I had last night. Thank you, my love.”

The two boys got up and began their first day in their new home.

Tom and Stan answer a question.

At the Souchard, classes were over finished for the day and Tom and Stan were sitting on the patio looking at the ocean and thinking  about … oh, so many things: how happy they were to be together, what great jobs they had, how wonderful…, oh, just so many things.

“Stan, I really should go in and plan some lessons…”

“Stay here, babe. I’m just enjoying this quiet time, sitting here with you.  You can pan plan lessons anytime, and besides, after dinner I may have some lessons I’d like to teach you.” Stan wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Yes, Nurse. Whatever you say, Nurse. Whatever you want, Nurse,” Tom replied, and made a kissing motion with his lips.

Into this afternoon paradise came—no, not two serpents—two fourteen-year-olds, full of energy, and sometimes full of mischief; but just now they looked serious.

Ricky and George came up and said comma “Hi,” and sat down on the patio.

“Tom, can we ask you and Uncle Stan a question?”

“Sure, Ricky. Waddaya want to know?”

“Well…” Ricky started and then hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.

George asked the question, “What Ricky and I want to know is, how do you know when you’re in love?”

Tom and Stan looked at each other, and each was thinking, ‘Now where did that come from?’

Tom said, “That’s a hard question to answer, bro. I think love is something that is based on many things.”

“It’s a feeling that you want to be with another person, and with nobody else,” Stan added.

“Isn’t it all about wanting to do…. er… do sex with the other person?” Ricky asked hesitatingly.

“No!” Tom and Stan answered simultaneously. “It’s not just about having sex with another person,” Tom added.

“Sex is part of it, but it’s not all of it,” put in Stan. “Love is a feeling, and emotion, that may start out based on sex, but as time goes by, if it’s real love, other things come into it. It’s wanting to be with the other person, to do things other than sex, to help the other person, and to do anything you can to protect them harm.”

“If it’s real love, it’s knowing that you don’t want to be with anyone else but that person,” Tom added.

“You mean like Trace and Jerry?” Ricky asked. “They said pretty much the same thing when we asked them.”

“There you are, then, Ricky,” Tom said. “Four intelligent men, who are in committed relationships, told you the same thing. Maybe they’re right!”

“One more thing, you two,” said Stan. “No matter how old people are, they would never do anything to hurt the other person. Even if they were only ‘j/o buddies,’ (were they smiles or blushes on Ricky’s and George’s faces?) or if they were ‘friends with benefits,’ or if they were old and decrepit guys, like Tom and me (Tom nudged Stan and gave him a look as if to say ‘who’s old and decrepit’?) in a lasting relationship, they would never do anything to hurt the other person. Understand?”

“Sure. Thanks a lot. Thanks for … well everything!” Ricky said as he stood and hugged his brother and then hugged Stan. George stood up, and looked a little shy, but Tom said, “Come here, George,” and he gave George and hug, and then Stan gave Ricky a hug, too.

As the two youngsters ran off to see how soon it would be until dinner, Tom looked at Stan and said, “Well, are we?”

“What? Old and decrepit? Certainly not!” Stan replied.

“No, Stan. Are we in a committed relationship?”

“I think so. I hope so. What do you think?”Stan asked.

“I think I don’t ever want to be with anyone else. I want what’s best for you, and I will never knowingly hurt you,” Tom said.

“And I feel the same about you, my dear, very dear, Tom,” Stan replied.

Perceptive readers will not be surprised to know that Tom and Stan never did show up in the dining room that evening.

Erhon and Willy find a deck of cards.

It was after dinner, but still light in the sky, as Erhon and Willy sat outside their cottage.

Erhon said, “Look, Will. See what I found as I was unpacking another trunk this afternoon.”

“Whatcha got there?” Willy asked.

Just then Andy and Wall-eye strolled up. “Mind if we visit a while?” Andy asked.

“No, pull up a chair. Erhon was just about to tell me about what he found as he was unpacking an old trunk,” Willy said.

“It’s a deck of cards,” Erhon explained.

“Oh, good,” said Andy. We could play a couple of hands of poker.”

“They’re not that kind of cards,” Erhon explained. “Back in the day, well back in the early ‘80s, I was working at a store called ‘Chained Desires,’ and every month, the boss would have a ‘hanger party’ for close friends.”

“What’s a ‘hanger party?’ Wall-eye asked.

“Oh, that was a party where all the guys came in and took off all their clothes and had some food and enjoyed other activities, if you know what I mean,” said Erhon, winking.

“The owner of the store owned the whole building,” Willy said, “and on the second floor he had a large party room, a kitchen, bath, and a smaller room he had outfitted with some old school lockers he had picked up.”

“The guys would come in, go into the locker room, and put hang their clothes in a locker, and lock the door with combination locks they had brought with them and then go into the party room,” Erhon explained.

There would be a buffet table with food and drinks set out. The rest of the room         was filled with benches and tables, covered with red and black padding.” The guys could mix and mingle, and check each other out, and maybe do a little surreptitious groping,” Willy went on.

“After about thirty to forty-five minutes, a bell would ring, and the boss would bring out this deck of cards, and invite five or six guys each to draw a card,” Erhon said.

“These were very special cards,” he continued.  Each card contained a description of an activity. I’ll show you. Here, Andy, draw a card, any card.”

Andy drew a card that said, ‘You will be anally fucked by all the other guests.’

“Oh, my Lord!” said Andy. Did you really ….”

“Yes, Andy. One of the rules of being invited to these hanger parties was that any guest who drew a card had to do whatever the instructions said.”

“But wasn’t that unsafe?” Wall-eye asked.

“It would be today,” Willy said, “but back then we didn’t have AIDS and HIV the way we do today.  All we had to worry about then, was syphilis, gonorrhea, and crabs.”

Erhon held out the deck to Wall-eye. “Take a card.”

Wall-eye drew a card, read it, and gasped. The card read, “You will engage in oral and anal penetration at the same time.”

“Oh, my! OH MY!” Wall-eye said.

Andy sat back and closed his eyes, and imagined what it would be like to have Wall-eye invading his anal canal, while he took Willy’s stiff cock into his mouth. Two loads of man-milk delivered by two of the sexiest ‘milk-men’ he could think of! It was enough to cause a tingle in his dingle, just thinking about it.

“Huh! This one reads, ‘You will suck the cocks of three men, all hooded, and see if you can identify them by the size of their organs, the smell of their pubes, or the taste of their cum’.”

“I sort of cheated on that one,” Erhon said. “I already knew what Willy looked and smelled and tasted like, so I could pick him out every time!”

“Oh, boy!” Andy said. “I know that game could never be played in the same way today, but oh, I bet those hanger parties were fun!”

* * * * *

In Andy and Wall-eye’s cabin that night, Wall-eye came out of the bathroom, completely nude, but with his head wrapped in a long scarf so that only his eyes could be seen.

“All right, Andy. Guess who this is” You can taste and smell me, but if you don’t guess right, I’m going to punish you! Punish you in such a bad way you will regret it.”

“Are you going to force your way into me?” Andy asked, with mock fear and trembling in his voice.”

“Worse than that,” said Wall-eye. “I’[m going to….I promise you, I will…”

“Yes?”

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Oh, NO! Not that! In that case I guess you are my own, dear, hot, sexy, horny, oh, so well endowed… Wall-eye!”

The two collapsed into each other’s arms, laughing. “Who needs a deck of cards when we have each other?” Andy asked.

“No one!” said replied Wall-eye, “but I must admit, I’d kind of like to know what some of those other cards said—just for curiosity’s sake, you know!”

“Shut up and kiss me, big boy!”

To be continued...

Posted: 04/02/10