Richard's Story
by:
Will B
(©
2008 by the Author)
Advisor: E Walk
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ever since I started posting in April 2007.
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!
The two men broke apart, gazed into each other’s eyes, and smiled.
“Richard, I was wondering if I . . . . if you . . . ,” Troy began.
“Troy, in the last few months, I have come to look on you as a friend, a
brother, and lately, as a companion, a partner—and not just in the job sense.”
Troy gave Richard another quick hug, and said, “Let’s go back to our room.”
When they got back to their quarters, there were obviously several noisy parties
going on in several of the suites. Carr and Haines were ‘entertaining’ a couple
of the women from the village.
Richard looked very serious and said, “Troy, we are starting on a new journey
together, and frankly, I would like it to be in . . . I don’t know, something
different, some place more romantic than this.”
“Richard, I agree. Look, tomorrow, er, this morning, after breakfast, we are
starting our four days’ leave. Maybe we will spend our first night at a posh
hotel, or maybe a quiet inn, but wherever it is, it will be the place where we
show our love for each other. Maybe for now, we could just hug and cuddle, and
then er really ‘go to town’ tomorrow, when we go to town.”
“Troy, I agree, and . . . I love you!”
Little did Richard and Troy know that their plans would change.
* * * * *
It was 8:00 when Troy opened his eyes and thought, ‘Something’s
missing. What is it? Oh! Those bells have stopped ringing. The bell ringers must
have pulled on those ropes all night.’
Going to Richard’s room he knocked and went in. Richard was still dead to the
world, so Troy went over and kissed him gently on the forehead, and then the
nose, and then a little more firmly on the mouth. Richard opened his eyes, and
said, “What a wonderful way to wake up! But, Troy, don’t start something we
can’t finish.”
“I know, Richard, I just wanted to wake you up so we can get ready for
breakfast, Our four-day leave starts today.”
Richard and Troy got up, showered, shaved, and smooched but they somehow got
dressed and set out for the Mess Hall, where a special Christmas Breakfast was
to be served.
When they got there, they were surprised to see Reverend Venables seated at
Captain Sargent’s table. Captain Sargent was beckoning Richard and Troy to join
them.
“Vidmark and Hunter, I would like you to join the Padre and me for breakfast. I
have some news for you, and the Padre has a favor to ask.”
“Yes, Sir. Good morning, Reverend Venables,” Richard and Troy sat down, more
than a little curious as to what was up.
The four men ate a delicious breakfast of fried eggs, bacon, fried potatoes,
tea, fried tomatoes, toast, tea, fruit cup, and more tea. When they had all
eaten and drunk their fill – “Oh, yes, another cup of this delicious tea, if you
don’t mind,” said the good Reverend. Captain Sargent cleared his throat and
said, “Padre, if you will, let me go first. . . . Vidmark and Hunter, here are
your passes for your leave.” He handed them two sheets of paper.
Richard looked at the paper, looked at it again, and LOOKED AT IT AGAIN! “Sir,
is there some mistake? Our leave was to be from December 25 to December 30, and
these papers say our leave is from December 25 through January 3.”
“No, Vidmark. There is no mistake. First of all, it’s by way of being a small
Christmas bonus for all the good work you have been doing. . . . Oh! I know this
isn’t how the military usually works, but, after all, what’s the use of being a
captain if I can’t pull a few strings once in a while. Second of all . . . but
I’ll let the Padre explain the favor he wants to ask you.”
Reverend Venables smiled, adjusted his glasses and said, “At one of our bell
ringing practices, your good Captain mentioned that you were due four days’
leave, but he wasn’t sure where you were going. . . . Now, you gentlemen would
be doing me a big favor, if you would pay a visit to my cousin Pontisbright
Venables—we call him Ponti.”
“I think we’d be happy to do that Reverend. Where does he live?” Troy asked.
“Ahh, yes. Ponti inherited the family manor and he has transformed it into what
I think you would call a motel, but we call a motor inn. I would be very
grateful if you would stop at Woodcock Manor and extend my Christmas wishes to
Ponti and tell I wish him success in his venture.”
“Sure, Sir. No problem. We’ll be happy to do that,” Richard said.
“I thought, or rather I hoped, that perhaps you would be willing to do this, and
to show my gratitude, I have called Ponti, and arranged for you to be my guests
for two nights at the Manor. Here’s a map of how to get there, and my Christmas
Card for Ponti.”
Captain Sargent looked at us with a twinkle in his eye, “It really wouldn’t be
fair to ask you to do a favor for us without our showing our gratitude, so we
cancelled your request to borrow a jeep, and waiting outside the mess hall is a
rental car—a Ford Vauxhall, I believe it is. The rent is paid through January
3rd. Gentlemen, have a good trip!”
Troy and Richard thanked the Captain and the Rector, and then practically ran
back to their quarters to pack their suitcases, and put them in the car and
drove off.
As they were driving, they noticed the sky was getting darker and darker.
“Looks like snow before too long, Troy—my love.”
“Not to worry, sweet! The map shows that it’s only about thirty miles from the
base. We’ll be there in time for lunch. AND, if we get snowed in, so much the
better, because . . . heh heh heh! Think of all the fun we can have, ‘working
our wicked ways’ with each other!” Troy laughed and Richard joined in..
* * * * *
At 12:30, Richard stopped the car at the top of a hill. Below
them was Weathercock Manor. The two men saw a three-story Tudor mansion, built
in the shape of a hollow square. A central gateway opened into the courtyard.
They could see a wing jutting out from each side of the main building with four
square structures, in the shape of a block house. Each had an exterior door, but
the two men could see people moving in the passages.
“Looks like those passages connect the little square block houses to the main
house,” Richard said.
“I think you’re right, and look, most of the little houses have smoke coming out
of their chimneys. Richard, I think this is going to be a great place to stay,”
Troy said.
“Let’s go down and get checked in. I’m freezing,” Richard said. “I could even
use a nice cup of tea!”
Richard put the car in gear and they drove down the hill to Weathercock Manor.
And, the first snowflake fell.
As they reached the great gate, a young man who seemed to be about eighteen,
wearing what Americans would call a bell-hop’s uniform came out to the car.
“Good afternoon, Sirs. Welcome to Weathercock Manor. Just pull your car into the
courtyard and park in any one of the available spaces. I’ll bring your luggage
into the Registration area. Oh, and I am Jimmy Venables.”
Richard and Troy drove into the courtyard, found a space where they could park
the car, and went into the Manor House, followed by young Jimmy, carrying their
two suitcases. Inside the house the two travelers found themselves in a large
hall with a fireplace on one side of the room. There was a good fire blazing
away, sending waves of warmth into the room. On the opposite side of the hall
was the registration desk, with a tall, distinguished looking man standing
behind it. He came out from behind the desk to greet them.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen. Are you the visitors from the U.S. Army base we have
been expecting? I’m Ponti Venables, and this is my son, Jimmy. Cousin Tom called
to tell us you would be arriving about now.”
“I’m Richard Vidmark, and this is Troy Hunter. We’re delighted to be here. This
is quite a beautiful house you have here.”
“Thank you. I inherited it, of course, and after death duties (estate taxes),
decided the only way I could keep the house was to make it a paying concern. I
was able to raise some money to add the two wings on either side, and erect the
guest quarters. We have all the ‘mod cons,’ er, that is to say, central heating,
electricity, and running water.”
“Amazing!” was all Troy could manage to say.
Ponti went on, “Lunch is still being served in the Great Hall. Won’t you come
and take some refreshment while Jimmy puts your luggage in the . . . the Edward
II Room.”
Jimmy took their luggage down the long hall that led to the guest quarters, and
Richard and Troy followed their host into the Dining Hall.
The 4th, 5th, 6th, and then the 20th snowflakes were falling, and then the sky
was filled with falling snowflakes.
Looking out the window, Troy said to Richard, “I am glad we don’t have to do any
more driving tonight!”
The Dining Hall was an immense room. Two large fireplaces gave off welcome
warmth to those who were helping themselves to a buffet lunch. At one end of the
room, a very tall Christmas tree twinkled and shone and glistened with beautiful
decorations. Beautiful banners with heraldic emblems hung from the ceiling. The
room was filled with small tables that would seat four, five or six people.
Richard and Troy took some chicken salad and some fruit and sat down. Ponti
Venables came over and asked if he could join them.
“Your suite will be ready in a few minutes, and I certainly hope you enjoy your
stay here. Now, just so you know, tea will be served at 4:00. Many of us will be
listening to the Queen’s speech, and then we will have time to relax until
dinner. Christmas dinner will be served at 7:30.”
Just then, Jimmy Venables, a handsome lad with curly blond hair, came into the
dining room and called, “Call for Philip Morris! Call for Philip Morris!” He
went out again and his voice could be heard going down the hall.
“Curious and curiouser,” said Ponti. Mr. Morris registered yesterday, but he
doesn’t seem to have been seen since. We’ve checked all the rooms.”
“Could he have wandered upstairs, and maybe gotten lost?” Troy asked.
“No, the second and third floors have been closed off. There’s no electricity up
there, and no heat. I hope some day to be able to refurbish the State Rooms on
the second floor, but we’ll have to have a couple more profitable years before
I’ll have the wherewithal to do that,” Ponti said with a rueful smile.
“Richard, it’s been a long morning. I have an urge to take off my shoes and lay
down for a while,” Troy said.
“I think I could use a little nap myself,” Richard answered. They started to get
up, and Ponti said, “I’ll have Jimmy show you to your room. I think your luggage
has been unpacked and everything is waiting—and don’t even think of tipping
Jimmy. You are the guests of the Venables family in all its branches—clerical
and commercial. I hope we’ll see you at tea time.”
Jimmy led Troy and Richard to their suite, which consisted of a sitting room, a
bed room with two single beds, another bed room with a large double bed, and a
bathroom with a shower big enough to hold two people!
Richard and Troy thanked Jimmy, and after he closed the door, Richard took Troy
in his arms, and kissed him deeply, lovingly, passionately. He put his tongue in
Troy’s mouth, and ran his tongue over Troy’s lips and teeth. Troy pushed back
with his tongue, and soon the two men were completely ‘into the moment.’
Suddenly, Troy said, “Richard, we are partners in this, and neither one of us is
always going to be the ‘top’ or the ‘bottom,’ but now, for our first time, I
want to be the one to taste every part of your body, I want to sip the sweat of
your armpits, I want to explore the small depression of your navel. I want to
feel the curly hairs of your bush on my face. I want your penis in my mouth,
and—before we are done, I want you completely in me in every way you can
imagine.”
Richard looked at Troy with love in his eyes, and just said, “So be it.”
The two backed away from each other a little and each began to unbutton the
other’s shirt. The shirts fell to the floor, and then Troy pulled up Richard’s
tee shirt and began licking his nipples, his aureoles, and his chest.
Richard lifted his tee shirt off, and then began to unbuckle Troy’s belt. Slowly
Richard began to push Troy’s slacks lower and lower until they were on the floor
and Troy could step out of them,
Troy knelt down, and unzipped Richard’s fly, and reached in through the opening
of Richard’s shorts, and drew out Richard’s semi-stiff cock. Troy used his
tongue to caress, to lubricate, to feel the taste of Richard’s helmet. He
enveloped the entire helmet in his mouth and licked it until Richard began to
moan.
A few more buttons were unbuttoned, another zipper was unzipped, another belt
was unbuckled and soon both men were completely nude, their penises completely
aroused and standing straight and tall, at attention.
There was no more talking. Troy led Richard into the bedroom that had the large
double bed and pushed him down onto the bed on his back. Troy began at Richard’s
feet and sucked each and every one of his lover’s toes, then he began to kiss
and lick his way up Richard’s legs, switching from one to the other. Richard lay
there, marveling in the sensations that were sweeping through his body.
When Troy got to Richard’s thighs, he began to kiss and lightly nip the inside
of each one. Richard continued to moan softly.
Troy turned his attention to Richard’s chest and shoulders. He licked Richard’s
arm pits, and let his pink, moist tongue tickle the hairy valleys on either side
of Richard’s rock hard pecs. Troy’s tongue began to bathe Richard’s nipples in
his own saliva. Richard began to buck up and down and his toes were beginning to
curl in anticipation of what was to be a mighty eruption of love lava.
Troy moved his head down Richard’s torso and used his lips to tease and explore
his lover’s six pack, and then his treasure trail, and finally Richard’s cock
and balls. He licked one testicle and then the other, and took them in his mouth
so he could manipulate them with his tongue.
Richard was frantic with desire. He was on the edge, and thought he might come
at any minute.
Troy stopped, moved up, and straddled Richard’s body, facing him, and said,
“Richard, now is the time! Enter my body and fill me with your semen.”
Troy lowered himself so that his pucker was just above Richard’s purple helmet
that was covered with silky precum. Then he lowered himself so that he was . . .
. oof! . . . ahhh! . . . . AAHHHH! AH HAH! AHHHH! completely impaled on
Richard’s penis.
Richard began to move up and down so that his penis penetrated Troy’s soft
spongy love canal. Then . . . “AAAHHHHHH! That’s it, Richard, you’ve got my
sweet spot. Fuck me, my love, fuck me fast and hard . . faster . . . faster . .
. . FASTER.”
Richard forgot everything except the feeling of his body connected to Troy’s,
and then . . . . Richard shot his semen into Troy’s anus. Four shots of ropey,
creamy man-milk coated Troy’s interior.
Then it was Troy’s turn. With a loud moan he shot his sweet love liquid onto
Richard’s face, neck and chest. Richard was able to get one shot of cum into his
mouth, and he swallowed it, thinking to himself that he had never tasted
anything so wonderful.
The two newly-minted lovers gazed at each other, and then Troy leaned forward
and lay on Richard’s chest and kissed him.
Richard looked at Troy, in love, and said, “Mmmmm???”
All Troy could say was, “Mmmmmmm!!!”
Still in each other’s arms, the two men fell asleep.
Outside, the snow was still falling.
To be continued.
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Posted: 07/04/08