Souchard
By:
Will B
(© 2009-2010 by the author)
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Chapter 4
Smith Manor, April 15, 9:30 pm
It was bed time for the six young boys at the Manor. They had taken their baths and were ready for bed.
“I guess Miss Molly will be coming to say good night and make sure we’re all tucked in,” ten-year-old Terry Jones said.
“I think it’s brilliant the way she and Miss Jane make this seem like a real home,” agreed Bobby Wilson, also ten.
“I’m ready for bed. And I certainly hope I’m not kept awake by Ron shaking the bed, like he does night after night after light’s out!” put in Jimmy Smith.
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“Shut it, you guys. When you’re older, you’ll know that a man has needs that have to taken care of,” Ron Poole exclaimed.
Before anyone could say anything else, there was a knock on the door, and in came Molly. “Everybody ready for bed, guys?” she asked.
“Yes.” “Sure.” “Yep!” came the answers.
“OK, boys, see you tomorrow. Don’t be late for breakfast. We’re having waffles and sausage, and anyone late for breakfast might not get any!” she said with a smile. She knew, and the boys knew too, that there would always be enough food for everyone.
The door closed and six boys got under the covers, but not necessarily under their own covers!
“Pssst! Ron. It’s Danny.”
“Whadda ya want, Danny?” asked Ron.
“Well, I was wondering,” Danny whispered, “if I could help you take care of those needs … I mean … I just wanted to help you.”
“No, that’s all right, Dan. I’m fine. I can take care of … but you know, maybe you can,” Ron whispered. “Here, get under my duvet, and if you will just put your hand … there … aaaahhh. Good.”
While this conversation between Ron and Dan was going on, the other four boys had been listening, and decided they were going to find out what these ‘needs’ were, and try to take care of their own.
Jimmy and Terry were in Jimmy’s bed, and Bobby and Harry were in Harry’s bed. Each couple allowed their hands to wander here and there, up and down, and all around the slender young bodies of their partners.
Six young boys fell asleep, three couples, lay blissfully happy. Perhaps their ‘needs’ had not been sexual, but emotional. They were safe, warm and loved by Jane and Molly, and each had found a special mate with whom he could share his hopes and fears, and just cuddle with at night.
The Souchard Hotel, April 15, 9:30 pm
Hank Owens, whom we had met in an earlier chapter of ‘Jerry,’ was twenty-three years old, six-foot-one, slender, ‘weedy,’ with black hair. He had had two years of community college. Now he was working at the Souchard, performing a variety of jobs.
His special friend, Ben Lowry, twenty-five, was five-foot-ten, with brown hair. He was also a college graduate, and like Hank, was interested in photography and film-making. He had a degree in media studies.
“How was your day, Ben?” Hank asked, as the two men relaxed in their room, before they would get ready for bed.
“Good, Hank. I was chatting with one of the guests in Cottage #4, and we were talking about photography. He asked if I was interested in doing some posing while he took some pictures … posing in the nude!”
“What did you tell him?”
“I said I wasn’t interested, and he was very nice about it. He gave me one of his cards and said if I ever changed my mind to let him know. "Here’s the card,” Ben said, as he handed him the card, which read ‘THK, Photographer Extraordinaire.’
“Why didn’t you take him up on it?”
“Because I only want to take off my clothes for you, my sweet hunk! Only for you, only with you!”
“That’s so sweet! Thank you, Ben. I feel the same way about you, you know!”
After a few minutes of silent, but effective and very satisfying, communication, Hank asked, “Have you ever taken your clothes off for another man?”
“We-e-l-l, yes,” Ben replied. “There was a time when I was a senior in high school, and there was a group of us who used to get together to drink a few beers, maybe smoke some weed, and engage in some j/o.”
“Weren’t you the party guy!” Hank exclaimed. “Go on.”
Ben narrated the following events.
Well, one day, a buddy, Rich his name was, asked me if I wanted t make some money and have some fun—if I could get away for the weekend. I knew my parents were going to be out of town from Friday through Monday, so I said sure.
“Be packed at 5:30 Friday afternoon, and I’ll pick you up,” Rich said.
I asked him where we were going, and he said he had a friend, an older man, who had a ritzy house out in the country.
Rich was as good as his word, and promptly at 5:30, he picked me up in a Lincoln Continental. There were three other guys in the car—Tom, Mike, and Lance. We all introduced ourselves, and before we drove away, I asked what the weekend was all about.
“Ben, we are going to a very nice house in the country. The food is good, and we are going to have some fun, and make a little cash,” Rich told me.
Tom said, “These are well-to-do businessmen, but like many well-to-do men, they get a little lonely, and want some companionship of a very special kind.”
“Special kind? You mean…?” I asked.
“Yep, and I thought you’d like to be in on the action,” Rich said. “Don’t worry, everything is well run, and these men know they aren’t to force you to do anything you wouldn’t want to. Are you in?”
“Well, sure, why not?” I said.
“Go on,” said Hank.
We drove out of the city and into the countryside. We came to a high wall pierced at one point by metal gates. Rich rolled down the window and spoke into a voice box mounted on the gate post. “We’re here,” he said. The gates opened and we drove through. The drive ended in front of an imposing mansion. The door opened, and a butler came out.
“Good evening, gentlemen. I am Harkins. If you will bring your bags, I will show you to your rooms, and you can freshen up before you meet your hosts for the evening,” the butler said.
Harkins led us into a large hall and up a curving staircase, and down another corridor to where there were a number of rooms. “These are your rooms, gentlemen. Your hosts have rooms down the hall on the other side of the stair case. We will be meeting in the Library in half-an hour … Oh, and tonight’s dinner will be in the nature of a ‘toga party.’ I have taken the liberty of laying out your togas on your beds. You will also find an envelope in each of your rooms,” Harkins explained.
We decided we would all go downstairs together, and so, in a short time, we had all showered—each room had its own well-appointed bathroom—donned our togas, and went downstairs. We were all pleased to find that each envelope contained five hundred dollars!
A tall, well built, gentleman came toward us. He appeared to be in his early forties and had a friendly smile.
“Rich, it’s good to see you again. Gentlemen, I am Citizen Black. Welcome to my house, and before we go in to meet the others, I want to say that if at any time you feel uncomfortable, you will be able to leave—with your envelope and its contents. This is to be a time of good food and recreation for all of us, and I will not have any guest made to do anything he doesn’t want to do. Are we all agreed? Good. Let’s join the others.”
Taylor led us into the library and introduced us to the others. All were men in their forties and fifties, all in good shape physically, and all dressed in togas.
To protect their anonymity, they all addressed each other as ‘Citizen,’ just like the citizens of ancient Rome. One was Citizen Blue, another was Citizen Green, Citizen Yellow, and the fourth man was Citizen Red.
We introduced ourselves, and for thirty minutes or so we stood, chatting and munching delicious appetizers and sipping a very light wine. At last Harkins came to the door and said “Dinner is ready, gentlemen.”
Citizen Red came over to me and said, “Ben, would you give me the pleasure of being my companion for dinner and for later?” He had such a nice smile that I agreed.
The dining room was large. A curving table formed a semi circle and held ten place settings. A chair stood at each place. In the middle of the room was a raised platform, some ten feet in diameter. On this platform was a couch.
Citizen Black and Rich sat at the center of the semicircle, and the other couples found their seats. Red and I were next to Citizen Black and Rich. “Ben, I hope you’re enjoying yourself. Citizen Red is one of the best,” Black said to me.
I nodded but found myself wondering, ‘Best of what?”
I can’t remember what we had to eat—some kid of steak and some kind of seafood—but it was all delicious. While we ate, Red (as I was coming to think of him) and I chatted. I told him how I hoped to go to college to study film-making. He seemed very interested in that and asked me a lot of questions about myself and my hopes and dreams.
At the end of the meal, Black stood up and tapped his water glass to get everyone’s attention. “Gentlemen, I hope you’ve enjoyed your meal … Now, let the games begin.”
This was greeted with a round of applause, and the lights dimmed. A screen was lowered from the ceiling, and from a projector behind the head of the table, a film was shown. This was not an XXX film;’ it was an XXXX film!
Men, all very well endowed, strutted their stuff, met, kissed, groped, licked, sucked and fucked each other. The camera focused on one couple after another, always ending with shots of creamy man-milk erupting into the mouths, or on to the writhing bodies, or into the clenching and unclenching love canals of their partners.
The dinner guests moaned, cheered, clapped, moaned, whistled, and moaned again as they watched. The room was filled with the aroma of testosterone as appendages began to do what appendages were meant to do.
When the film was over and the lights came on again, several of the ‘Citizens’ had discarded their togas and were holding their companions on their laps, nuzzling their ears, licking the arm pits and fondling the goodies of their partners.
‘Blackie’ stood up and took Rich by the hand. They had both shed their togas and together they walked around the table to the raised platform. Our host addressed the group and said, “Gentlemen, my partner and I will ‘open the ball,’ so to speak.
With that he eased Rich down on to the couch and began to kiss and lick is way from Rich’s lips to his chin, to his neck, to his pecs, playing close attention to Rich’s nipples, and then kissed and licked his way down the rest of his partner’s body until he reached the dark triangle of Rich’s bush.
At that point, ‘Red” touched my arm and said huskily, “Let’s go up to my room. I want to…, but I don’t want to do it here in public.”
I agreed because I wanted to be with ‘Red,’ but not here, not now. We got up, and made our way out of the dining room, and went up the stairs to the corridor that led to ‘Red’s’ room. Once inside, he took me in his arms and said, “Let’s get rid of these togas.”
That being done, we stood facing each other completely nude, and completely ready for whatever was going to happen. ‘Red’ led me to the bed, and told me to lie down, and then he bent his head and kissed my head. His tongue flickered over my purple helmet, and teased its way around the ridge of the corona. He licked my shaft up the underside and down again.
By then, I was ready for him to take me. I pushed up into his mouth, and reveled in the feeling of his lips and tongue caressing my steel-hard organ.
He deep-throated me, and began to move up and down on me, faster and faster until I exploded into his mouth, my love juice dripping out of his mouth and onto his chin and throat.
When I had come down from my high, I asked him if he would like me to return the favor. “Yes, if you would, Ben.”
I was not as good at sucking as he was, but I soon learned what moves pleased him most, and we settled into a rhythm that all too soon brought him to a most satisfying climax.
After that, the rest of the weekend passed in a blur of eating, relaxing in the large indoor pool, watching more movies, and engaging in wonderful sex. When Sunday evening came, I was packing in my room, when there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” I said.
‘Red’ walked into my room, and said, “I just want to thank you for being with me this weekend. This is probably my last weekend here as my company is transferring me to New Zealand.”
All I could say was, “I hear it’s a beautiful country. Have a safe journey. I want to thank you, too. This has been a wonderful weekend, and it may be my last time, also, because I will be starting college, in another state, and … well.”
“I understand,” said Red. “I wanted to … er … give you something to remember me by, but all I could think of was this.” He handed me a tie-clip with two red hearts on it.
“I know young men don’t wear ties much these days, but you could use it as a money clip, or something.”
His voice trailed off, and we stood there looking at each other. I leaned forward and put my arms around him, and kissed him on the mouth. “Thank you, ‘Red.’ I’ll always remember you.”
* * * * *
“Oh, wow!” said Hank. “That was some story. I guess you never heard from him again.”
“No,” Ben replied, “but two weeks later when graduation from high school was only a few weeks away, my counselor sent for me.”
“Good morning, Ben,” Mr. Solomon said. “Sit down. I have some news for you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ben, I had a letter from the college you will be attending. It seems that an anonymous donor has paid your tuition and fees for the next four years.”
My jaw dropped. “What … how … who?” I stammered.
“I don’t know,” Mr. Solomon said. “The college didn’t reveal his name, but they have the check deposited in your name, and everything is a done deal. I guess the only thing I can add is ‘Congratulations.’ You must have done something nice for someone.”
Hank looked at me and smiled. “Do you think…?”
“Yep, I think it must have been ‘Red.’ I wish there was some way I could thank him.”
“Come here, Buddy. You can thank me, instead. And you know,” said Hank, “What if we went together to this ‘THK’ person and asked if he would consider taking us, the ‘dynamic duo,’ on as models. Hmm?”
“Well, Hank, that might be an idea. I’ll think on it, but in the meantime…”
The Souchard Hotel, April 16, 10:00 am
“Jerry, come here,” Trace said. “Read this email I just got from Tad.
Jerry came into the office and looked at the e mail. His face split into a grin, and he said, “Great! When can we…”
At the same time, Erhon and Willy were in their cottage, doing some minor housekeeping chores. The computer went ‘ding,’ signifying that they’d ‘got mail.’
“Hey, love, look at this,” Willy said. “It’s from Sandy.”
“Great,” Erhon said.” How’s he doing?”
“He and his partner for life are going to Egypt on an archaeological dig.”
“Do you remember the first time we met Sandy?”
“I sure do,” Willy said. “I remember it well. I remember how…”
To be continued...
The author offers his humble apologies to the readers for not ending this chapter with a cliff hanger. He also thanks his faithful reader and mentor, A. Nony Mouse, for his efforts.
Posted: 04/23/10