Souchard

By: Will B
(© 2009-2010 by the author)
 

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The staff lounge at the Souchard.

The guys who had originally been hired to entertain the guests in the ‘Play Room” of the Souchard but were now employed in other ways, helping the guests, were talking.

Peck Harris, 24, Dirk Jones, 23, Jake Lewis, 22, were seated on a couch. Kev North, 25, and Anton Price, 21, were sprawled on the floor. Hank Owens, 23, and Ben Lowry were sitting in easy chairs. Adrian Castle, 26, was sitting on chair at a table, glancing at a magazine.

Peck said, “Man, I am so glad to have this job! When I think of some of the things I had to do to survive before I was picked up by the Sheriff and then brought here, I just….”

“Yeah, Peck, I know what you mean,” replied Anton.

“What did you do, if you don’t mind me asking?” asked Hank.

“Well, if you really want to know, I’ll tell you,” Peck said.

Chapter 7

Peck’ Story

“My mother died when I was only three, and I can barely remember her. I was half-way through college when my dad died. When his affairs had been settled, there was only a little money left to pay for the rest of my tuition, but nothing for living expenses,” Peck continued.

“Bummer!” said Kev.

“So, what did ya do?” asked Dirk.

“I was a drama major, and I had a good friend—Bert, his name was. I told him about my problem; he thought for a while, and then said: ‘Peck, I have a solution, but it’s a little risky!’

“I should say right here that Bert was … well, he had one of those lickable, edible bodies to die for. Shit! He was built. Almost six-feet tall, curly red hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, really suckable pecs. I could just …” Peck said, half musing to himself.

“Don’t stop, Peck, tell us more!” said Jake.

“One day in the locker room, he popped a boner, and his thin pole stood straight out, a good eight inches from his body. His helmet flared like a purple mushroom, and I just stood and stared. Then he saw me checking him out, and he grinned and winked at me.”

A couple of guys listening just groaned.

“‘What’s the plan, Bert?’ I asked him.

“‘Well,’ Bert said, ‘you’re a hot stud, if you don’t mind me saying so. You could make some serious change, if you would be willing to…’

“‘Go on,’ I told him.

“Bert hemmed and hawed and then he went on, ‘Look, there’s a section of the City where young guys go, looking to get picked up and make some money, and maybe have some fun!’

“‘You mean…?’

“‘Yeah; I know you’re not gay, but there are men out there who want to jack off and be jacked off, to suck and be sucked, and to fuck and be fucked. Hot as you are, you could set your own price.’

“‘I don’t know, Bert. I never thought of being a male whore’

“‘Look at it this way, Peck. You’re helping some lonely people have a little fun in their lives. These are only one-night stands. There’s no emotional involvement.’

“‘Well…..’

“‘Of course, you would have to carry some rubbers, in case they wanted to fuck you.’

“‘But…’

“‘Listen, Peck, come with me one evening. I’ll show you the ropes, and you can decide if you want to do this,’ Bert said.

“‘I don’t know if…’

“‘Tell you what, Peck. If we get lucky and find a john who wants two of us for the price of one, we’ll split the fee. If you decide you don’t want to do it again, well and good.’

“I thought for a minute, and then said, ‘OK, Bert, I’ll do it, but I think there’s one thing you were wrong about. You said I wasn’t gay, but I … I … am gay!’

“‘Well, blow me down!’ said Bert, and when he realized what he had just said, we both laughed.

“Bert and I decided that we would go out hustling the next night. We wore muscle shirts that had a few tears in them, and some shorts that also had tears in them. It was a warm evening, so we just wore sandals. We both carried some condoms in our pockets.

“We walked to a place called ‘The Meat Rack,’ where hustlers would stand, watching the curb-crawlers drive slowly by checking out what was on offer. I was a little nervous, but Bert was calm as anything.

“We got lucky because just as the sun was setting, a black pick-up truck slowed down, and the driver rolled down the passenger side window.

“‘Looking for a good time, man?’ Bert asked. ‘There are two of us—a special tonight and only tonight—two slabs of tenderloin for the price of one!’

“‘What’s the price?’ the driver asked, licking his lips as he checked us out. He was a man in his late forties or early fifties, salt and pepper hair, and not too bad a body.

“‘Well, let’s see,’ Bert said. ‘Two hundred for a hand job; three hundred for oral, and five hundred for anal!’

“‘That’s for both of you?’ the john asked.

“‘Yep! Take it or leave it—you may never get another chance like this again, Mister. My friend here has never done this before, so you could almost say he’s a virgin!’

“‘Yum! He does look hot. Tell you what, I’m into oral. Get in and we’ll go to a quiet place I know, and we’ll have some fun!’

“Bert was a good business man. He insisted that when we got to the ‘quiet spot’ he wanted to have the money before we did anything else.”

“‘Deal,’ said the john. ‘Get in the truck!’

“I have to tell you I was more than a little nervous, but I got in the truck and sat next to the driver, and Bert was next to the door. Luck was with us, because as we drove away, I saw another kid come to the corner, looking for a quick job, and then I heard police sirens. I saw a blue and white pull up and two uniforms get out, and talk to the boy.”

“Boy, Peck, you were lucky!” Anton interjected.

“As we drove out of the city, the driver smiled and said, ‘I’m Jack, by the way. Jack Spratt, but I can eat both fat and lean! Hah hah!’

“‘I’m … Dick. Dick Longshaft!’ I replied. I didn’t want to give my real name.

“‘And I’m Sam. Sam Ramrod!’ Bert said.

“Anyway, we drive out into the country, and pulled up in a quiet area. No houses … or rather, no lights … were showing.

“‘Here we are, guys—and here’s your money.’ He handed each of us our money—in tens and twenties—and got out of the truck. He walked around and pulled down the back of the truck, and we saw some foam rubber mattresses, and along the sides of the trucks some lock-boxes with keys.

“I’m gonna put the truck keys in this box, and give each of you a key,” Jack said. Then you can put your money in another of the boxes, and take the keys. All the keys have elastic anklet bracelets so after you’ve undressed you can put the bracelets around your legs.’

“‘Boy, Jack, you’ve got it all organized,’ I said to him.

“‘Well, I’ve been bringing guys out here for several years. Now how about getting out of those clothes!’ Jack said as he quickly stepped out of his shorts and tee shirt.

“I saw that he had a muscular body, covered with hair—his pecs, down his abs, to his treasure trail, to his bush, to his man-meat, which was thick and muscular and was already showing a pearly drop or two at the tip of his slit.

“Bert and I got out of our clothes, and the three of us stood in the dark, like three Greek statues. Naked, manly … you get the picture!”

“Sure do,” said a voice.

“‘What do you want us to do?’ Bert asked as he locked our money in the boxes.

“‘Lie on the mattress, on your backs, with about eighteen inches between you. I’m going to kneel between you, and enjoy the smell and taste of those two luscious pieces of meat!’ Jack said.

“We lay down, and Jack knelt between us. First he kissed the tips of our helmets, and then he alternated back and forth licking the helmets. We both began moaning, and I began to buck up and down.”

“Um-m-m-m,” groaned Anton.

“Jack began to take each of us deeper and deeper into his throat. I felt my balls begin to tighten up as his tongue and lips worked on my shaft. He would work on me for a minute and then turn to Bert and work his mouth-magic on Bert’s man-meat.

“Suddenly, Bert said ‘Wait!’ and he lay down between us with his face on the same  level as our throbbing tumescent tools.”

“‘Okay, my men, turn towards me. I want both of your cocks going into my mouth at the same time,’ he said. ‘I want to feel your hot throbbing cocks aiming to shoot their loads into my throat. I want to taste both loads. I want … Uh-huh … uh-huh … give it to me … shoot me … fuck my mouth!’

“Somehow he was able to have both our helmets in his mouth at the same time, and simultaneously we shot our loads of hot cum-cream into his mouth … once … twice … three times ... four … five blasts of semen coated his lips. He couldn’t swallow it all, but he tried to; oh, how he tried to.

“He used his fingers to wipe our cum from his lips, his chin, and his neck, and swallow it. Then he turned to us, one at a time, and licked our shafts to get every last drop of man milk.

“We lay there, relaxing in the after-glow. After a few minutes, Jack said ‘OK, you fuck-machines, I want you to sixty-nine each other while I beat my meat in rhythm with you. Can you do it?’

“Bert and I looked at each other, and Bert raised his eyebrow. I said, ‘Sure.’ We changed positions and we each got ready to ready to take each other to the mountain top. As his (Bert’s) lips closed over my penis, I closed my eyes and thought how different this encounter was from the last one! Then it was a commercial business, but this was between two friends, friends who…

“As Bert and I settled into a rhythm, I reached around him and began to massage his pucker. I became aware that he was doing the same to me. I began to lose myself in the moment, so that I was barely aware that Jack was watching us, rubbing his meat, playing with his balls, and groaning…

“Bert and I began to bring each other to our second eruption of the evening. As we came back to reality, I saw Jack standing up jacking, jacking, groaning, jacking, and finally shooting gob after gob of cream into the air.

“Bert and I went out trawling for johns many times after that and we each made a tidy pile of cash. Sometimes, on nights when we weren’t on the prowl, we stayed at his place and we, er, entertained each other.”

“Do you still see Bert,” asked Anton.

“No,” Peck said, “after college, he moved away, and we lost touch with each other.”

After Peck’s Narrative

“Uh-uh-uh!” said Kev. “That story has gotten me so hot, I’m going to have to excuse myself and find some relief!”

“Say, buddy, you want me to give you hand with that?” asked Hank.

“Sure, Hank, you can give it a yank—or two—or three, and I surely do thank you,” said Kev.

“Another time, I’ll tell you about my experiences performing in an adult video company,” said Jake. “You’ll see how I earned the nickname, ‘Sleaze.’”

To be continued...

Posted: 06/11/10