Richard's Story
by:
Will B
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2008 by the Author)
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Mama brought the coffee in, Papa poured a drop of whiskey into each cup, and the four sat there enjoying the taste, the company, the feeling that all was well.
Papa made sure that Troy knew he would be welcome whenever he came with Richard.
In bed that night, Richard thought about his feelings for Troy, and in his room, Troy thought about his feelings for Richard. He had the strongest longing to hold Richard in his arms, to comfort him in his sorrow, to assure him that he (Troy) would be there for him, and to . . . Troy thought to himself, ‘I think I’m in love!’
Time passed and Richard and Troy found that they were successful in dealing with those cases with which they had to deal. First-time offenders, whose transgressions were not serious, were given a serious talking to, and were assigned to some kind of community service in the village. Repeat offenders—and there were only a few—were sentenced to time in the brig. Carr and Haines found they were adopting the same policy of sensibly dealing with the men.
Captain Sargent began keeping a file on each of the MPs. In these files he put copies of all the notes and letters he received from people in the village, thanking the MPs for the help they were having the men give to those who were sick, injured, or just too elderly to do many things for themselves.
‘Hmm!’ he thought to himself, ‘Vidmark, Hunter, Carr and Haines, are doing a lot to keep Anglo-American relations cordial.’
About three weeks after Private Jones had been sent to help Reverend Venables with his gardening, he knocked on Richard and Troy’s office door.
“Come,” said Hunter.
Jones went in and greeted the two.
“Well, Jones, how is your term of helping the Rector coming along? The time’s about up, isn’t it?” Richard asked.
“Yes, Sir, that’s what I’ve come about. The Rector and I are getting along just fine, and I was wondering if I could continue helping him, even after the time is up. I’m really enjoying the work,” Jones said with a smile on his face.
“That’s great, Jones,” said Richard. “I don’t see why you can’t continue helping Rector Venables when your duties here are through for the day.”
“Thank you, Sir, but . . . there’s something else . . . . “ Jones looked at the floor and used his shoe to draw circles on the floor.
“What is it, man? Speak up!”
“Well, . . . Sir, the Rector has a . . . . well his granddaughter, Sir, Miss Agatha . . .”
“Yes, yes, what about it . . . Jones, have you been . . er . . getting fresh with the Rector’s granddaughter?”
“Oh, no, Sir. See, Sir, she’s a nurse in the children’s hospital in the next town, and she was wondering if there might be some men who could come and read stories to the little tykes. Some of ‘em don’t have families, and some of ’em are mighty sick. They love to be read to. . . and I was wondering if I could go over once in a while and read to them on a Saturday or Sunday, or if there would be any of the other men, who could go in their free time. Please. Sir.”
“Jones, that’s a wonderful idea. I think we’ll talk to Captain Sargent, and see if we can work out a schedule of men to go and read to the children. And, yes, you can continue to help the Rector and his granddaughter. Is she a nice person?”
“Absolutely smashing! Er, I mean, yes, she is, Sir. Thank you, Sirs.”
“OK, Jones, you can go now. Hunter and I will speak to the Captain and get this plan moving. We’ll be sure that you get the credit, too.”
“Oh, Sir, that’s not necessary. I’m glad to do it. I’d do anything for Aggie . . . I mean Miss Agatha!” A flush appeared in Jones’ face.
After he left, Richard looked at Troy and said, “Hmmm, do you think . . .?”
“Oh, I’d say, definitely,” Troy said. “You know, it’s great to see two people who seem to be growing fonder and fonder of each other.” ‘Like I am growing to care more and more for you,’ Troy thought to himself..
Soon it was time for Richard to go back home for a weekend, and once again Troy was able to go with him. On their second visit to the house on Haubert St., they found the twins could sit up, and were even beginning to crawl.
On their third visit the twins were definitely crawling, and Papa had fixed gates at the top of the stairways to avoid accidents.
On visit after visit, Richard and Troy saw the twins growing bigger and stronger. On one momentous day, Joshua was able to take a few steps across the floor from Papa’s hands to Richard’s. Nathan also took his first steps, from Papa’s supporting hands to . . . yes, right into Troy’s outstretched arms.
Richard thought how wonderful it was that his sons were growing so fast, and that they seemed to be taking to Troy as if . . . as if . . . as if he were a second dad.. Troy thought to himself that he couldn’t love these little guys more if they were his own. And he wished that he and Richard . . . ‘Oh, well, dream on,’ he thought to himself.
Papa and Mama looked on their son and grandsons with love, and they noticed that Richard and Troy seemed to think alike on so many subjects that they could often finish each other’s sentences.
One visit occurred at Thanksgiving, and Mama had pulled out all the stops, as they say, to fix a wonderful dinner. She had the best china on the table, and even had some chains of colored paper and electric candles in the windows. Richard and Troy were not going to be here at Christmas; their next visit would be in the middle of January, so she wanted to try to combine some of the festivities of two holidays into one visit.
At the table, Papa sat at the head, and Mama sat at the foot, near the kitchen door, so she could bring out more food when it was needed. Richard and Troy sat on opposite sides of the table, and Joshua was in a high chair next to Richard, and Nathan was in a high chair next to Troy.
The boys had begun talking, and they could already say “Papa” and “Mama.” Richard was feeding a small spoonful of sweet potatoes to Joshua, and he said “Can you say Dada?” Joshua looked at him, held up his arms and said “Dada!”
“That’s my good boy,” said Richard, and he gave Joshua a kiss on the top of his head.
Troy was feeding Nathan a small taste of turkey dressing and gravy, when Nathan looked at him, held up his arms and said “Dada.”
Mama and Papa smiled at their two grandsons.
Troy felt his heart melt even more toward this bundle of energy that he was coming more and more to love.
Richard smiled and said, “Looks like my two sons now have two dads. Welcome to the family, Troy.”
Troy looked as if he were about to go into a meltdown, but Mama saved the day. She got up, went to Troy, kissed him on the top of his head, and said, “Ja! Velcome to de family, my new son. Ve’ll discuss vat your chores vill be in the morning, but now, I dink ve vill have a special cup of coffee to celebrate da new arrival!”
While she went out to the kitchen to prepare the coffee, Papa said to Troy, “You know, ‘son,’ Mama only speaks with that Norwegian accent when she is very moved. She is very happy, and do you know vat? I am, also! Velcome to this home, and to dis family, Troy. . . “Oh, my, it looks as if I am speaking de Norvegian also. Vy did dat happen?”
Mama brought the coffee in, each cup with a ‘drop of something special’ in it, and the meal ended with laughter and a feeling that truly they all had many things to be thankful for.
* * * * *
It was the day before Christmas Eve and Captain Sargent called Richard and Troy into his office.
“Sit down, men. I want you to know how pleased I am with your work on the base. Thanks to your good work, morale is high, the relations between the English people and the U.S. Military could not be better. I tried to get a special leave for the two of you so you could get back to the States for Christmas, but well, it was ‘SNAFU’ as usual with the Army. However, I was able to get you four days’ leave, starting on Christmas Day. You could rent a car and maybe go up to London.”
“Thank you, Sir. That will be great!” Troy said, and Richard echoed his sentiments.
“One more thing. Tomorrow the entire village of St. Margaret Mead is putting on a Christmas Party in the Village Hall, for the entire base. Half the men will go from 12:00 to 3:00, and the other half from 3:00 to 6:00. The base will be serving a traditional Christmas dinner at 6:30, and Rector Venables has invited as many of the men as can come to attend the 11:00 Christmas Eve service, and he specifically hopes the two of you will be there.”
“Of course we will. Thank you, Captain,” said Richard.
That night Richard went to bed thinking of all that had happened in the last several months since Linda had died. He fell asleep thinking of what a picture Joshua and Nathan and Troy made. As he drifted off to sleep, he seemed to hear Linda saying, ‘Goodbye, Richard. The boys are growing up nicely, and I . . approve of your friend, Troy. Be happy, Richard,’
The time passed quickly and in what seemed like no time at all, Troy and Richard were in a rental car headed for London.
“Where we goin’, Troy?”
“One of the men told me about a club where the entertainment is really something!” Troy answered him. It’s really a hot club. I don’t know if you’ll like it, and if you want to leave, we’ll go somewhere else, but I thought we could give it a try,”
“Sounds interesting. I’ve never been to an English nightclub. Wonder what it’ll be like.”
The car pulled up outside a somewhat dingy looking building, with a neon sign that said ‘The Golden Cock.’ They got out and a handsome man in a chauffeur’s uniform said he would park their car.
They went in, and found themselves in a large room, where waiters quietly served the patrons. Richard did a double-take, because the waiters didn’t look to be any older than 20, and along with their starched shirts and bow ties, they were wearing thongs.
‘What kind of place is this?’ Richard asked himself. ‘Oh, well, it looks like it’s going to be interesting.’
Richard and Troy ordered dinner, and while they ate, Richard noticed that the other patrons were all men.
The food was delicious, and just as they were finishing their dessert, Troy said, “I’ll be back in a minute,” and he left the dining room.
Suddenly the lights went out and a voice said, “Gentlemen, the Golden Cock is pleased to present ‘Alpha’ and ‘Beta,’ or ‘Alfie’ and ‘Bertie” to their friends. Please welcome them.”
Instead of the polite applause Richard had been expecting, he heard shouts, cheers, and jeers, and stamping of feet.
The room became quiet as a small spotlight focused on the bare upper chest of a man. His face and body were in darkness and only his well defined chest, with two large soft brown nipples, were visible. The light did not extend below the first ridge of the six-pack. Nothing over the neck could be seen.
A drummer began a soft sssshhhhh, ssshhhh. Sssshhh, on the drums, and from behind the figure, two hands appeared, one on each side. The hands moved to the shoulders and gently caressed them. The roving fingers moved down to the nipples and gently rubbed each one in circles.
The figure moved from side to side as if reveling in the feelings of these digits dancing over his pecs. Richard could not tear his eyes away.
The drummer picked up speed and increased the volume. Now the sound was ka-ssshhh, ka-sssshhh, ka-ssshhhh. The fingers began to pinch and tweak the nipples so that the nubs stood erect. The figure began to moan in ecstasy, and the movements became jerkier. The audience began to moan in unison with the figure.
The spotlight widened so that the abdomen could be seen, and the fingers began a tantalizing tango, down from the chest to the ridges of the abdominal muscles.
The figure moved faster and faster. The flashing fingers changed their tempo from adagio to andante, and then to allegro. They caressed, pinched, tweaked, and caressed some more.
The music moved to a shh-ka-sssshhh, shh-ka-sssshhh, shh-ka-sssshhh, The figure’s movements became more abandoned.
Again the spotlight enlarged, and one could see that the figure was wearing some sort of loincloth. The fingers moved to the loincloth and slowly, tantalizingly, removed it, ad threw it one side. Now a bass drum took up a soft boooommm, boommm, boommm. The audience was oohing and aahing, and here and there someone would say to his table partner, “Suck it, baby,” or “Give me some head! Oh yeah!”
The hands were caressing the figure’s seven-inch penis, which was in a state of very full arousal.
The audience was chanting “Go, go, go, go!” faster and faster the audience chanted. Faster and faster, the fingers moved up and down the veiny shaft, across the purple engorged helmet, massaging, rubbing, caressing the head, and then down and up the shaft, manipulating the man meat that was on display. Richard knew he was leaking precum.
The fingers lifted the figure’s ball sac and one hand held the testicles up, partially covering the figure’s shaft, and the other hand rubbing the sensitive underside of the balls. The figure was gyrating and moaning. The audience was lost in lust. Richard could see, or rather sense that all around him men were masturbating themselves, or their table partners.
The light shifted and now Richard could see the helmet of a second penis appearing between the figure’s thighs. In the audience, hands were caressing, playing, jerking, caressing. People were groaning, and pleasuring themselves or their partners. Suddenly, the music stopped, and the spotlight showed two penises ejaculating ropes of hot, creamy, jism into the air. At the same time the audience reached their climaxes with moans, shouts and screams.
The lights came up, and the two figures were revealed. Richard stared in astonishment as he saw that the two men were Troy and himself!
“Wha . . . who . . . where am I?….’ He thought to himself.
At this exact moment, Richard woke up! He found he had had one of the biggest ejaculations he had ever had. His sheets were drenched. But he was in that state of post ejaculatory semi-oblivion where all he wanted to do was think about what had happened.
However, he finally got out of bed, and looked at the window. Day was breaking. Pulling on some shorts, he went to the door and picked up the daily paper and looked at the date. December 24! Christmas Eve! He and Troy still had their trip to London tomorrow to look forward to.
Richard heard Troy stirring in his room, and he called “Good morning. Better rise and shine, Troy.”
Richard showered and dressed, and waited for Troy to get ready and then the two went to breakfast. Afterwards they finished some last minute paper work, and then got ready for the reception at the Village Hall.
“Where should we go in London, Troy,” asked Richard, half hoping and half fearing Troy wouldn’t say he had been told about a ‘special night club.’
“I have no idea, Richard, I guess we can go to the Tower of London, and see the Crown Jewels, maybe go to the British Museum. I think we should just play it by ear.”
“Sounds good to me,” Richard readily replied.
* * * * *
Promptly at 10:30 Richard and Troy headed for the Church. They saw a number of men from the base, and Captain Sargent heading in the same direction. There was an air of suppressed excitement.
Taking their places seven rows from the front, Richard and Troy saw Private Jones come in with a lovely young lady who must be Agatha Venables.
At 11:00 pm a bell chimed, and a single choirboy began the old carol, ‘Once in Royal David’s City.’ On the second verse, the rest of the choir joined in the singing. Reverend Venables and several visiting clergy came in with black robes, white surplices and purple stoles, and process slowly down the aisle. The clergymen took up the third verse, and the entire congregation sang the fourth verse.
Richard noticed that one of the clergymen was not robed like the others. He had on a cope of gold cloth , and on his head he wore a miter, The Bishop had come to St. Margaret Mead to celebrate Christmas.
After the opening prayers, the Bishop preached a sermon on the blessings of Christmas and of the blessings that the village of St. Margaret Mead had enjoyed thanks to the many helpful activities carried out by their ‘guests from across the Ocean.’ He seemed to be looking right at Richard and Troy as he said this.
It was time for the Offering, but before the ushers could begin passing the plates, Reverend Venables held up his hand for silence, and said, “My dear friends, I have an announcement to make. It is one of the happiest announcements a clergyman can be called on to make.”
He paused and then continued, “It is with great pleasure that I announce the banns of the coming marriage of former Private, now Corporal, Leonard Jones to Agatha Mary Venables.”
The sanctuary was filled with applause. Richard and Troy looked at each other and beamed. After all, they had initially sent, then Private, Jones to help the Rector.
After the Offering was taken, the ritual of Holy Communion was celebrated. As the Rector invited all those who would like to partake of the elements, all the clergy turned their stoles, and the purple stoles were replaced by gleaming white stoles with gold edging.
The service came to an end, and after the Benediction was given Richard noticed Reverend Venables and several men, including Captain Sargent, heading for the door that led to the Bell Tower.
The last notes of the Recessional had just died away when . . .
BIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
BAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
TIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
TAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
The very foundations of the church seemed to vibrate as the bell ringers began their Christmas peal of bells.
DIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
DAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
BOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
“Let’s go outside, Troy.”
“I think that’s a good idea, Richard.”
Outside the church, the sound was still loud, but it was dissipated in the night air. It was cold, and the sky was filled with stars. The two men decided to walk around the church.
“I read a mystery once by a writer named Dorothy Sayers, where someone was killed because he had been locked in a tower all night long while the bells were played. I sure wouldn’t want to be in that bell tower tonight,” said Richard.
“No, I guess not!” Troy answered.
As they walked around the Church, Troy stopped and said, “Richard, you are such a good friend, I just want to . . . .”
Troy stopped and gave Richard a warm, full-body hug.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have done that, but I just feel so close to you. . . .like a brother.”
“That’s okay, Troy, because I feel the same way about you . . .”
Richard stopped, looked at Troy, and then he kissed him on the lips, gently at first, but growing in intensity!
To be continued.
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Author’s note: The mystery is The Nine Tailors by Dorothy L. Sailors, and the clergyman in her story is named Venables too. St. Margaret Mead is an adaptation of the name of a village used by another great mystery writer. Will.
Posted: 06/27/08