Souchard

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

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Chapter 9

The Staff Lounge at the Souchard:

The guys watched silently as Jake stood facing them. His red hair topped a handsome face, and his green eyes glittered in the light. From between his wide lips, his tongue peaked in and out.

Slowly he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. Then he moved to the second button; then the third; finally all the buttons were undone and he pulled the shirt out of his black slacks and slowly slid it off one arm and then the other.

His upper torso shone in the light. His chest was hairless except for some dark hairs around his nipples. On a table beside him there was an open jar. He dipped his fingers in the jar and coated his pecs with some kind of oil. As the guys watched, he pinched and tweaked his nips, and as he pinched one and then the other, he seemed to mouth the words “Pinch my nips.”

His hands moved the waist band of his slacks, and undid the top button. He turned his back on the others and unzipped his fly and slowly lowered his slacks to the floor.

As his butt cheeks—round, apple shaped, covered with dark hair—came into view, the guys gasped. Jake had ‘gone commando,’ and as his slacks slithered to the floor, the backs of his muscular legs came into view.

Jake stepped out of the slacks, and bent forward, presenting an unobstructed view of his posterior. Reaching behind him, he spread his globular cheeks apart affording everyone a view of his pucker, which was clenching and unclenching.

As Kev watched his friend, he groaned lustfully. Peck and Dirk were rubbing each other’s crotch.

Jake took a large red feather from the table and began to rub it against his opening. A wet spot appeared on the front of Anton’s shorts.

Jake turned around facing the others. He sank back on the sofa, legs spread apart so that his goodies were in plain sight. With one hand he began to stroke his cock, which rapidly became erect, and with the other one he played with his nips.

As he pleasured himself, he would say, “Come on, Baby, you want a piece of this,” and “Lick it, my friend.”

He arched his back and moaned. He stroked and stroked …and stroked … until, finally, hot spurts of man-cream coated his chest, his neck, and one shot even landed in his mouth.

Slowly a circle of black began to narrow the view of his writhing body. Less and less of his legs and torso could be seen, and the circle of vision continued to decrease until all that could be seen was his pink, wet helmet. Then even that, too, disappeared.

The lights in the lounge came up and Jake switched off the DVD player and hit the ‘Eject’ button.

Jake stood up and said, “Well, friends, that’s one of the DVDs I made for the ‘Studly Guys Entertainment Company.’”

“Did you enjoy your work, Jake,” Kevin North, twenty-five years old, five-foot-eleven, wanted to know.

“Maybe the first couple of DVDs, but after that it got to be a drag. Rehearsal, retakes, hot lights. No, it was a grueling job, and when I had saved enough money I quit. I finished two years of community college, and then ... well, here I am.”

Kevin ran his fingers through his straight brown hair, and said, “I’d kinda like to tell you my story. Anton has heard it, so I won’t be tellin’ anything he doesn’t already know.”

“Sure, go ahead,” Anton Price, Kevin’s friend, said.

Kevin tells his story: “When I finished college, I was having a hard time finding a job, so I got a job at a gay bar and grill in Dallas. It was called ‘Bottoms Up,’ and it had a fairly well-to-do clientele.

“Waiters were supposed to wear a white dickey, a black bow tie, a blue jacket and red Speedos that had gauze inserts at strategic places, allowing the customers to catch tantalizing glimpses of various parts of our bodies below the waist.”  

“Woo-hoo,” said a couple of the others.

“Sounds like a hot outfit, man,” said Adrian Castle.

Kevin went on: “These outfits certainly helped us to get some good tips from the customers, especially those who wanted to put their tips into our waist bands-and maybe cop a feel.

“Anyhow, there was one guy who always sat at my table. He was about 40 years old, well dressed, and a very good tipper! He had a pleasant way of talking when he gave his order.”

“Did he make any moves on you?” asked Hank.

“Just wait, Hank. He’d been coming in for about three weeks and one day he said to me, ‘Young man, what time do you get off work? I have something I’d like to ask you.’”

“Uh-huh! The plot thickens!” interjected Jake. Kevin cuffed him playfully on the arm.

Kevin continued, “Anyhow, we agreed to meet when I got off work and we sat and talked. He told me his name as Anthony, and he was a CEO of a British company based in New Orleans and he had a pent-house on the top floor of the twentieth floor of a building of condominiums.  He asked me about myself, and I told him I was a college graduate and was looking for a job.”

“‘Listen, Kevin,’ Anthony said. ‘I like the way you look, and I’d like to offer you a job as a valet/companion.’

“He named a salary that was ten times what I was then making and I sat there stunned.

“‘I think I can handle the valet part. I’ve had to take care of my own clothes, and I can wash and iron and do simple mending jobs, but what does the ‘companion’ part involve?’ I asked him.

“‘Kevin, I have special needs. I require injections of … er ... man-cream regularly. I can take these either orally or anally,’ Anthony told me.

“He stopped and waited to see what my reaction would be. I was thinking. I didn’t mind servicing a ‘bottom,’ but I wondered what else might be involved, and I asked him just that.

“‘Kevin,’ Anthony went on, ‘I have no interest in forcing myself on you. I want you to be the stallion to my mare. I have a Japanese cook, named Ito, and sometimes I give dinner parties. I would ask the two of you to serve the appetizers, and just be pleasant to the company. They are all men who have the same appetites as I do. They like a nice cock up their bums or down their throats, but you would not be expected to service them … So … Would you be interested?’

“I thought about it for a few minutes and agreed. We shook hands and I told him I would give my notice. He handed me a hundred dollar bill, and we agreed that when my two weeks was up, we would travel to Dallas—at his expense!

“Finally the time came when I was free to start my new job. We met at the Dallas Airport, and he led me to the gate where we were to emplane on his private jet. Anthony introduced me to Ito, a handsome Japanese man about my age, who solemnly bowed to me. I bowed back. We boarded the plane, and in a few hours we touched down at the New Orleans airport.

“We were driven to the tower-block that had his penthouse, and a private elevator took us up to the twentieth floor. ‘Posh’ doesn’t begin to describe that place! There was a living room that opened onto a balcony; a dining room with a table that looked like it could seat sixteen people; a kitchen, where Ito held sway; a ‘workout-room’ with a massage table, and with walls and ceiling that were covered with mirrors! I had my own ‘en-suite’ room, with a comfortable bed, television, cupboard space and a bath with a shower.

“Anthony told me to relax in my room for a while and in two hours we would have a session in the ‘work-out’ room.  I tried to relax but I was a little nervous. Time passed, and soon it was time for me to service my boss.

“He had told me to wear only a towel when I came to the room. I walked in and saw Anthony on the massage table, lying on his front, and buck naked. His eyes, his face, were filled with lust!”

“I’m ready, Kevin, my stud. Fill me up!” he said.

“I dropped my towel, and walked toward him. His butt, covered with light hairs, was raised into the air, and I got on the table between his legs. A rack hanging down from the side of the table, held various kinds of massage oils, and tubes of KY jelly.

“I put a dollop of lube on my hand and began to prepare him. As my finger touched his pucker, Anthony moaned. I rubbed and soon his muscle opened to allow my digit entry. I worked on him for seven or eight minutes until I could get three fingers in easily.

“All the while, Anthony was moaning in pleasure, and moving his butt up and down.  Finally he was ready. I positioned my rigid rod to his pulsating pucker and pushed! I was in!

“Now began a ride worthy of a rodeo champion. No matter how hard he bucked up and down, he couldn’t ‘throw me off,’ and I moved in and out with the smoothness of a piston on a steam locomotive. As I sensed I was getting closer and closer to shooting my spew into his anal canal, I reached around and grabbed his cock, which was already slick with precum. I began to wank him off while I fucked him.

“We both had a mighty ejaculation of hot creamy man-nectar. Anthony’s sphincter had clutched my rod so tightly that it was locked into place even after I had shot my load. As I came, I moaned aloud, and Anthony screamed in orgasmic joy.

“When we finally came down to earth, Anthony looked at me and said, ‘Stud, you are some fucker! I may be sore for a while, but it was well worth it!’

“These sessions were carried out once, and sometimes twice, a day. Sometimes Ito joined us, and while I would feed Anthony’s bum, Ito would put his massive cock into Anthony’s mouth and ‘fuck his face,’ as the saying goes. Sometimes Ito and I exchanged positions, and Anthony’s lips and tongue kissed, sucked and swirled around my eight-inch veiny cock. He was able to take all of me and I could feel his nose against my bush.

“One day, while Anthony was at his office, Ito surprised me. He was wearing a loose robe, open at the front, and I could see his smooth chest, his dark brown nipples, and …absolutely no hair below his navel or around his now rampant manhood.

“‘Aaaah! Kevin, you are a very sexy man! I was wondering….?’

“‘Yes, Ito?’ I asked.

“‘I was hoping, Kevin, that you might … er … give me one of the injections you give our esteemed employer?  That is, if you’re up to it.’

“‘Sure, Ito. Why not?’

“Ito stripped off his robe, got on the massage table, lay on his back and raised his legs into the air. His dark brown pucker was ‘winking’ at me, and I didn’t wait to be asked a second time.

“After lubing his hole and my own very tumescent tool, I entered him, and he immediately began to breathe heavily: ‘Ah-hah! Ah-hah! Ah-hah!’

“While I was attending to his lower regions, Ito was alternately wanking himself and playing with my nipples, pinching them and tweaking them. Meanwhile, his butt muscles had camped around my cock and seemed to be pulling it into his love chute.

“Finally, we both reached the heights of orgasmic pleasure. I shot my load in four blasts, and Ito shot his cum-champagne all over his body and mine. And then he … he kissed me on the lips.

“‘Thank you Kevin. That was wonderful. I think you are wonderful,’ Ito said.

“I was shocked and delighted. With Anthony what we did was merely sex and lust, but with Ito, I felt a bonding that filled my soul.

“Ito and I repeated our lovemaking whenever the boss was away, and I began to see little things that made me think Anthony was basically a selfish man.  I’ll just give you one example. One time he asked if he could make a DVD of Ito and me, feeding him our cream in various positions. It was just for us to see and enjoy. No one else would ever see it, he promised us.

“A few weeks later at one of his dinner parties, Anthony told his guests he had a special surprise for them after dessert. He lowered the lights and began to run that DVD.

“Ito and I looked at each other, shocked and disgusted, not knowing what to say or do.  The guests, of course, enjoyed it thoroughly. They made all kinds of comments. They tried to grope Ito and me as we passed the coffees and liqueurs.

“I went to bed wondering what to do, but Ito had already made up his mind. The next morning he was gone. He had left me a note, telling me he would always remember me, but he could not work for a man who was lacking in honor.

“While I was deciding what I should do next, the following day the biggest story of the century broke in the papers and the media. It seems that Anthony’s company had caused a terrific disaster that meant ruin for thousands of people who had lost their jobs, their homes, their way of life.

“When Anthony appeared on television, his responses were miserable. He told the public, ‘I didn’t know what was going on;’ ‘I wasn’t there;’ ‘I had no idea…’

“One day Anthony returned to the apartment and told me he was being recalled and he would have to let me go. By way of a parting salary he handed me $25.00. I almost tore it up and threw it in his face, but then I had a better idea.

“I told him I understood, and I suggested that we have one last session. I thought we would make this a little different—a little more exciting! He was all for it. I told him I would meet him in the ‘workout room’ in an hour, and that I had some things to do to prepare. He agreed and went to his own room.

“I ran to my room and packed two suitcases of personal belongings. Money was not a problem, as I had deposited my paychecks in an account that Anthony did not know about.  Leaving my suitcases by the door of the bedroom, I took off my clothes and strode into the ‘workout room’ my manhood preceding me.

“Anthony’s eyes bugged out when he saw me, and I said, ‘Alright, bitch, your ass is mine, now. Turn over on your belly. That’s right. Now I’m going to attach these ropes to your wrists and ankles. Good bitch! Get ready!’

“Anthony didn’t know it but I had secured those ropes so that he couldn’t get loose without my help. Then I proceeded to give him the fuck of his life. I didn’t use any lube, either! Yes, sir. Anthony Heywood got fucked just like he and that damn company had fucked up so many innocent people’s lives.

“I left him tied up there, dressed, got my suitcases and left the hotel. I went into an appliance store, and bought a cheap cell-phone. I called several newspapers and the police, and told them that Anthony Heywood was in his apartment and had threatened to commit suicide! Then I tossed the cell phone down a storm drain.

“Oh, yes, he got what he deserved.”

“That’s some story, Kev,” Jake said. “I love it.”

“You ought to see if Bruce and Chad could use that as one of their stories,” Hank suggested.

“Hmm. Well, we’ll see!” Kevin said.

London: A sunny afternoon in June.

Two men, Gamal and Abdul, Afghanis by the looks of ‘em, were sitting in a dingy hotel room in a seedy section of London.

“The first man to go after those two blew himself up, and why?” Gamal asked his companion.

“I don’t know, Gamal,” replied Abdul.

“Because he relied on decadent western technology, that’s why, Abdul. But I think we’ll have a better chance of success if we rely on our own wits and our own sharp Arab knives.”

“Daoud and Bahnadi will get what’s coming to them,” Abdul said.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/25/10