"Benny the Matchmaker " Chapter 7
By Dylan
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"Benny the Matchmaker" was inspired by my good old friend Castleton during a chat we had. He told me to write a short and simple story and suggested to use my last encounter with a nice stranger as I was walking my dog in the park.
For some time now I work together with my friend Andy, who tirelessly reads and edits my stories to make them as good as possible.
This chapter I dedicate to you, Andy, as a huge 'Thank You my Friend!'
Greets, Dylan
Benny the Matchmaker -7-
King Omar, accompanied by Ahmed, had reached the Embassy.
He was greeted formally by the Ambassador and several advisors that could be trusted, and while drinking tea, the men discussed the implications.
"Crown Prince Omar" one of the men addressed his fears, " Simply can not be gay. It's impossible! The Mob would kill him, the agitators would use him as a reason to overthrow the Crown!"
King Omar had already had time to think about this. Ahmed had told him the facts some time ago, as the two lovers shared a brief but intimate talk.
Ahmed was devastated that Prince Omar had tried to commit suicide. He loved the boy like an uncle or as a father would love a child.
He and his lover Omar, at that time Crown Prince Omar, and the Prince's fiance Alia had discovered their mutual feelings.
Alia, having grown up in a western civilization, born as a citizen of the United States of America, was the Prince's first love outside his relationship with his life-long friend Ahmed, and both men soon realized the Prince was bisexual.
Alia had been understanding. Her upbringing with democratic points of view had led her to be liberal in dealing with emotions and open for unconventional relationships. She was accepting and understanding as she learned about the love her fiancee and Ahmed had for one another.
The three of them had decided to swear an oath of eternal love, an oath to support each other, an oath to stay together for life, and each of them had lived true to this oath since then.
The same oath, the same arrangement they had forged many years ago, could now solve all their problems. They needed to talk to young Omar and Tony.
The boys would have to work it out, would have to agree to be the Royal Prince and his adviser when in public, and lovers only when alone and in private.
It would be certainly a hard task. Ahmed advised the King that Omar needed extensive physical therapy for the next few months, and that the young Prince had said he wanted to follow his Father's path and example. He wanted to study, maybe at the MIT . Tony could be with him, working in his job as a mechanic or study with his lover or work in any other profession he chose.
The plan seemed perfect, and the men were sharing their thoughts, as the Ambassador and the high ranking officers and advisors joined them for the conference.
Much to the King's relief, one of the advisors had already checked old law books and verified a vague idea Mrs. Miller and the queen had brought up: In case the Crown Prince was seriously injured, his younger brother could take over his rank and position without any problems.
Soon the King had consulted members of his crown council by a secure zoom meeting, and a plan was set in place. The King's younger son, Prince Ali, would be taking over the rank and duties of the Crown Prince, while Prince Omar could concentrate on his recovery and studies, and in later years would be a trusted adviser to his Father the King, or his Brother.
King Omar was more than happy to share the news with his wife and his younger son. Omar would be informed later, as a most welcomed surprise.
While all those took place, Dr. Ian Austin was sitting by Dylan's bed.
They were talking animatedly, petting Benny while she was on Dylan's bed. Ian was now in his role as the boys surgeon and physician, carefully examining him and showing and explaining charts full of medical records.
At one point Dylan giggled and said:
" All I know is that you poked around in my head and evidently dumbed me down , since I don't understand a word, Mister Doctor!"
Ian smiled devilishly: " Yessir that's how we want our sex slaves.. Dumb and always ready!"
His thick fake accent should make clear he was not serious, but Dylan surprised Ian as he grabbed the surgeons strong hands and pulled them onto his pecs.
" Yes Master, use me... I'm here to fulfill your wishes!" Dylan's dick was hard as steel by then, and a grain of truth was embedded in their horseplay. He had been horny as fuck for some time now, and felt well rested and healthy enough to uproot trees.
Using his normal voice, Dr. Austin just smiled wide:
"OK, I see I should have jumped to the end of my presentation, you horny little fucker: You're good to go!"
Benny grunted in protest as Dylan sat up and melted into Ian's arms.
"Really? I'm fully healed?"
His lover and friend, being his personal physician as well, had to hold up his hands to stop the youthful outburst. He smiled as he said:
" Wow wow wow, hold your horses! No hard work, no jackhammers and heavy drills and carrying heavy toilets around for a few more days!"
Dylan just giggled.
"And sex only on prescription and under supervision!"
Dylan's face changed form joy to chagrin.
" Whatcha mean .. prescription and supervision? You can't do that.. whatcha mean supervision?"
His face changed again as he watched Ian's . Slowly he realized that he had been busted, and busted hard.
" Oh you fucker! You tricked me! Supervise my ass!"
Both guys chuckled and giggled , while Dylan pushed his blanket away.
" Supervise this, you crazy ass doctor!" Ian saw what he had suspected. Dylan's dick was hard and sticking out of his pajama bottoms, oozing pre and looking like a rocket ready to launch. Ian did not joke anymore, but just bent down and engulfed his lovers young prick, swallowing it down to the pubic hair.
Dylan moaned out loud. Both men had forgotten where they were, and had forgotten a nurse could walk in any second, but, good for both of their reputations, Dylan came after only a minute or so of a frantic blowjob, and while he felt like he would shoot a three week load, Ian swallowed like he had been starving, taking every little droplet of his lovers nectar down his throat, drinking Dylan's cum as if it was the last time.
They were sharing an almost manic kiss as a knock on the door made them both jump.
A male nurse walked in, giving them a knowing look and a grinning nod.
" Dr. Austin, Prince Omar is ready with his first session of physical therapy. Do you want to talk to the nurse while the Prince is still down there?"
The male nurse, a really good looking piece of muscular black eye candy of maybe twenty five years of age, had saved their face. Ian smiled at him full of thankfulness and answered:
"Oh, yes Malcolm, I really appreciate that you mentioned it. Thank you!"
The nurse, as all of the staff at the hospital, really liked the famous surgeon, who treated each and everybody with the same respect. He maybe would have liked to be the young and sexy Doctors mate, but he knew Dylan stole the heart of the man everyone admired, and he respected the young man as well as the physician.
Malcolm asked: " Dylan, do you want me to go out with Benny, or do you need help with packing up your stuff?"
He evidently knew already that Dylan would leave the hospital today. Dylan surprised his lover as well as the nurse, as he answered:
" Yes Malcolm, I would really appreciate if you go for a walk with Benny. I hope I don't ruin your lunch break! But.. about leaving .... I guess Omar needs me , at least one more night. I want to tell him that I will be leaving , but I don't want to force it on him. I want him to know that I'm there for him, as well as for Tony. The guys will face hard times!"
Dylan had no idea about the things that had happened after the King and the Queen had left the hospital. Neither his Mom nor Mrs. Miller or Tony had called him.
For all he knew, Tony should be working at the garage, his Mom should be working too, and no one should be meeting for tea, plotting the future for the Prince and Tony.
Dylan was totally oblivious, and even Ian Austin did not have details, just a rough idea of what took place today.
Malcolm left , with Benny in tow. The cute little Bulldog was almost prancing on her leash, leading the way and basically showing off "her" new friend.
Malcolm soon realized she was like a magnet, and he was surrounded by hotties of either gender, ripe for the picking, giving him plenty of possibilities to choose from.
The sexy male nurse had not changed for the walk. He had just put on a leather jacket, short enough to show his round ass and the full bulge in his green trousers.
He was soon talking to two young men who lead their little Staffordshire Bullterrier girl .
Benny, always nice to everyone, had received her usual amount of petting's, and now Linda the Staffy and Benny the Bulldog played a heated game of tag in the fenced in dog run area.
Malcolm was distracted by the sexy men , and the three of them flirted, the temperature rising rapidly, as a third dog suddenly appeared, approaching in a full run, heading straight for Benny and Linda, and suddenly overrunning Benny, making both of them stumble and tumble like leaves in a storm.
All three of them jumped, screamed, and ran to separate the evidently vicious third dog from the two playing girls, as an elderly Lady put two fingers in her mouth and whistled so loud and piercingly that all three dogs stopped and stared at her. She did not walk faster, seemingly not alarmed at all, as all three dogs took off and ran for her, while the three shocked young men followed, slower, way to far away to interfere in any way.
The Lady bent down, and the three young men didn't believe their eyes as Benny basically flew into the Lady's outstretched arms, Linda and the third dog sitting down in front of her, waiting for their turn, it seemed.
As the men were near enough to understand what the Lady said, they realized she must have known Benny already, and had befriended Linda.
" Yes my little girl, you're the best! Kenzo has missed you, baby girl, yes he has. Who is your friend?" While the distinguished Lady babbled in baby talk, she already smiled at the approaching group, her eyes full of mischief.
" Hello Gentlemen. We were a little distracted, were we?"
The three, now blushing and trying to come up with an explanation, realized she was toying with them as she went on: " Smile, boys, nothing has happened! I'm old enough to be your grandma, and I have seen it all before!"
She had already seen the one young man's well fitting green pair of trousers, and to conclude that a man accompanying Benny, wearing green, could only be a male nurse in the hospital, was easy.
Nevertheless Malcolm was surprised to hear the Lady's next question:
" Where are Dylan, and Doc Ian... all well I hope?"
The only thing Malcolm could do now was blush and answer, stuttering:
" Oh.. could... not be better. Dylan is fine... all fine!" The little encounter he had walked in on did not need to be addressed, he decided, but the way he said it and the way he now looked down in deep embarrassment, clearly showed something was awry.
His new friends listened in, saw him blush, heard him stutter, and they came to a conclusion.
A wrong one, but, on the other hand, plausible.
"Dylan? Whose that guy Dylan, bud.... sounds like a he's real hot stud!" one of Linda's owners asked cheekily.
The Lady, none other than Mrs. Miller, smiled as she realized the misunderstanding, but decided to tease the poor young black man a little more. After all, he had "played" and forgot about Benny, and he needed a little punishment.
She addressed the young man who had asked: " Dylan is Benny's Daddy."
Everyone knew she meant 'owner'.
"This is Kenzo, Benny's... uhm... you might say boyfriend...."
She followed the three dogs, running around in another game of tag, with her eyes.
" My name is Miller, and you are?" She looked at Malcolm, waiting for his reply. He answered, quickly, but then pausing again as if he was prompting his companions to introduce themselves.
His two new friends realized they had not told him their names, and quickly introduced themselves, as the one young man pointed at his friend:
" This is Toby St. James, and I'm Steven ..uhm .. Sutherland"
He had paused for a part of a second since he saw Mrs. Miller knew his friend's family name, and certainly would know his name as well.
Old money on each side, so just Malcolm did not fully fit in, and neither Toby nor Steven wanted to spoil their fresh new friendship.
Mrs. Miller, who was just handling the feelings of Dylan and Tony and was kind of used to this situation by now, reacted in the most natural and relaxed way, without mentioning that she knew the families of the boys very well.
" Nice to meet you three!" She did not make any differences between them.
" Kenzo, Benny! " She gave another shrill whistle, not really a fitting behavior for a distinguished Lady, and all three dogs came running to her, even little Linda.
"What do you boys think... I take the three dogs for a short walk, while you get to know each other a little better?"
The young men by now all blushed, since Mrs. Miller seen straight through them.
She went on: " Malcolm, what do you think: Lets meet in Dylan's room in .... an hour?"
Malcolm grinned: " I'm on extended break... why don't we say three?"
The three men all agreed, and their mutual understanding was: Lets fuck like rabbits!