"Benny the Matchmaker " Chapter 9
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 -9-
It had all been almost too much for Malcolm.
As promised a chauffeured limousine had been waiting for him as he left the hospital, and he rode over to Bergdorf's like royalty, accompanied by his new friend Steven, while Toby drove his own car back to the garage beyond the "San Remo" where they had decided to meet before their departure to the Hamptons.
Malcolm was certainly not used to the lifestyle of the rich and the famous, while Steven just gave a friendly nod to the doorman at Bergdorf's and again gently pushed the nervous nurse forward.
Malcolm wore clean jeans and a t-shirt, perfectly showing off his physique, and Steven had assured him several times that he did not need to be nervous:
" Boy you look good enough to eat!"
"They will ask you to model for them!"
" I must admit I will be jealous when one of the salesclerks takes your measurements!"
The "takes your measurements" part of the reassuring comments from Steven was more than enough to set Malcolm off again, and while the car stopped and someone opened the door, he was struggling with his feelings.
" Hell, I'm definitely not loaded enough to shop at the bespoke department of Bergdorf's. Shit I guess we better get going again!"
Steven put his hand on his friend's shoulder and calmed him down:
" You Dummy forgot what the sexy Doc said: All expenses paid !"
Dr. Austin had calmed down the excited Malcolm before they had left, had expressed the 'Thank You's' of the King and the Queen, and had told him repeatedly that he should enjoy his short vacation without a second thought.
Malcolm on the other hand was by no means able to comprehend what had happened.
He had been certain he would be fired, and now he had basically been commended and received a vacation on top.
Steven grinned as his hand again slid from his friend's shoulder to his ass, and once more he pushed the excited young man forward.
The next two hours were thrilling for Malcolm and very arousing for Steven, together with several of the male and female sales clerks.
Steven was secretly guessing they made the overwhelmed Malcolm change a little too often, but on the other hand he was true eye candy, and the several sets of outfits were more than enough to compensate the sexy nurse for the small efforts of stripping virtually naked in front of the staff.
Miraculously each and every piece of clothing, down to the smallest set of Speedo briefs, fitted perfectly, even though some shirts and trousers had to be customized by a team of tailors who were giddy working with the young man's perfect body.
Malcolm's broad shoulders and muscular arms simply needed a much bigger size shirt than his narrow waist, and nobody at Bergdorf's wanted to send him out with shirts hanging off his frame like a sack meant for potatoes.
In the end Malcolm looked like a supermodel, and the Manager himself had offered him a job to be in the next catalog as well as on the store's website.
Steven was grinning like an opossum as he teased Malcolm, back in the limousine.
" Don't let that experience make your big head swell, buddy, it's enough your little head swells!"
Malcolm knew his friend just wanted to tease him, but at the same time he knew that he needed to be careful. The last few hours were more than enough to go to anyone's head.
The last surprise was the sheer mass of shopping bags the driver unloaded as they reached Toby's.
The doorman and a valet took several, and Steven and Malcolm carried even more of the fancy looking bags full of the nurse's bounty into the house.
Toby had been informed by Steven and had already seen several videos of their friend, taken by Steven's carefully hidden phone while Malcolm was changing, and now opened the apartment's door wide and helped the boys to carry the bags .
It took them almost two hours to decide what Malcolm needed to pack for their trip , and the rich kids, familiar with the Hamptons, had to teach the poor kid the ways around there.
At least that's how they teased each other as they unpacked and examined each item of Malcolm's new wardrobe.
As soon as Malcolm wanted to change into a first set of his new outfits, Toby could not behave himself any more and knelt down to help him open his jeans.
'The rest will remain hidden among the young gentlemen.............. ',
At the same time, Omar was telling Dylan all about the King's mansion in Southampton.
" It's basically a little village! " he told Dylan excitedly, " there's the main house and the four guest houses and my house and my brother's house and the quarters for the personnel and the four corners have small huts overlooking the complex , housing the guards, and there are three swimming pools and two tennis courts.. and the beachfront is all ours, 500 yards of white sand, and there's a garage for 20 cars, and the helipad...."
Omar had forgotten to draw breath, so Dylan at last had the chance to speak up and add his own comment:
" Your shitting me, right?"
Omar looked up and saw the serious face of his buddy. Even Benny seemed to squint her eyes in disbelief, but Omar was sure he was just guessing wrongly.
He drew another deep breath as he smiled and reassured his new friend:
" I'm sorry if I overwhelmed you, buddy. Ahmed always says I brag, but Mom says I just extremely am proud of the achievements of my people, the wealth of my country, and the beautiful things we have . I am glad that we can share some of ours with you, that's all."
Omar looked down, and Dylan felt a deep regret for his few words full of doubt.
Benny wagged her tail like crazy, her little butt swaying excitedly, and Dylan knew Omar needed more than just an apology, he needed a hug and a cute dog's kisses.
Dylan stood and lifted Benny up to place her on Omar's bed. Even though the Islam usually teaches that dogs are impure, Omar loved to pet Benny , and since she had the stamp of approval by the hospital as an official assistant dog to offer moral support, she could smother the boy with her kisses and a tongue bath to make him first smile and then giggle again.
Dylan, and evidently Benny as well, knew that Omar was still fragile and could not take any pressure, but Benny was just sitting by his side, carefully licking him. Dylan expressed his apology and asked Omar for pictures, and, what had been quite obvious, Omar's phone was full of pics and vids.
Dylan, by now wide eyed and again on the edge, had asked all kinds of questions and by now knew that the King's mansion was situated in Southampton, right between the 'Old Town Pond' and 'Wickapogue Pond' and facing the ocean. The Embassy had bought several pieces of real estate decades ago, basically out of security reasons, and now the King and his guest's had a paradise, perfectly secluded and easy to monitor.
" What happens in 'Shangri La' stays in 'Shangri La' " Omar said with a mischievous smile.
Meanwhile Malcolm, Steven and Toby had taken a break from unpacking and trying on the new sets of clothing.
Steven had been soo careful to put the new stuff aside as their lust took over, and as they fucked on the floor of the living room, no freshly pressed shirt got wrinkles and no new pair of trousers where ripped to pieces.
Only a few buttons of Toby's shirt and Malcolm's briefs were sacrificed as their insatiable sex drive boiled over.
The three virile boys spent the best part of the evening by exploring the Gay Kamasutra.
The two white boys had taken Malcolm by the hand and lead him to another room. He could see it was decorated with pictures of men, huge posters, evidently not simply porn, but art, created by the leading photographers or painters.
There was a sling in the corner, shelves full of various toys, and a low, solid table in the middle of the room, covered by a leather mat, all clearly showing the purpose of the room.
The boys had taken Malcolm into their 'playroom'.
Malcolm licked his lips in excited anticipation.
" Nice, very nice. I guess we have all to test our athletic abilities, right?"
The boys just nodded. Malcolm was not just a toy for them, that much was clear by now, but his muscled body still was too hot to ignore and he surely could take some sexy workouts.
Malcolm was as nervous as hell now, turned on by the unusual surroundings, the new friends, and the room full of sextoys.
He pointed at the solid looking low table made of wood and glass, covered by the thick leather mat.
Malcolm grinned as he referred to the carpet on the floor of the living-room :
"More comfortable than the floor, don't you think?"
Since they were not sure what he expected them to do, the boys simply answered: " Yes"
Malcolm grinned lewdly: "You know we nurses need to be quite fit, right?"
Now it was Toby's smile that got broader as he answered: " Oh yes!" He moaned , his dick as hard as Steven's and Malcolm's.
" So... i want to show you my abilities. I will lay down on the mat on the table and perform some stretching exercises. I wanna make a perfect candle as part of my duties, and I want you to see what else I can come up with!"
Malcolm was planning to blow his new friends away. He had done athletic gymnastics at school, and he still worked out several times a week, trying to stay in shape , and trying to stay flexible enough to surprise.
He was fully aware what he wanted those young men to see. He wanted to lay back on the low desk, he wanted to make that said candle, his legs pointing to the ceiling, and he wanted to lower his legs flat over his body, making a pocketknife motion, until his own fat and long dick was deep in his own mouth, preferably down his own throat.
He wanted to see his buddies flabbergasted.
Malcolm felt an urgent need to present something unique. He did not even realize that he wanted to show off, that he wanted to show his rich friends that he could do something not even their millions could buy them.
He did even not think as he performed his show, and his friends could simply not even remotely suspect motives other than sex.
Malcolm gave them a winning smile and gracefully arched backwards, positioned right in front of the table.
Toby's and Steven's eyes widened as Malcolm didn't sit down on the edge of the table and than laid down as they expected, but made a fluid motion only the best athletes could perform, using his mighty muscle power to control earth' gravity.
He laid back on the mat so smoothly that both boys just gasped as they watched the sexy black athlete, in awe about him conquering the laws of physics.
Malcolm made sure to impress them as he lifted his legs in a slow motion that needed all his strength and concentration, but looked so smooth and effortless the boys watching him held their breath.
Again, Malcolm's athletic body made the full motion look soo easy, even though it surely wasn't.
Toby was more than glad that he had activated the playroom's hidden cameras.
Malcolm opened his mouth to breath deep while he saw his own dick aim at his face. By now his hands held tight to the side of the table to stay in control. His back muscles had to hold the weight of his legs in place as he slowly let his dick slide deep into his own willing mouth, down towards his throat.
His powerful body made it possible to pump his dick into his mouth and pull it out again without giving away how hard this was. He knew he had to impress his audience straight off , since even his hard muscled body couldn't do this much longer.
Steven shouted out: " Oh God, boy, I have never seen such a thing!"
Malcolm used his full concentration as he unfolded, letting his legs rise up into a candle again and then placed his feet on the floor, legs spread to give the boys a good show and full access to his dick and balls.
Toby already knelt down between Malcolm's open legs and went down on his fat piece of horsecock like a kid on a candy-bar. He sucked Malcolm's thick dick like the experienced man he was, made the sexy black moan and squirm as his tongue, lips, gums, throat and even his teeth made Malcolm go crazy.
Whenever Malcolm was nearly ready to cum Toby stopped, did something else, made Malcolm cool down for a few seconds. Toby played with the sexy body and used every trick in the book to make Malcolm scream in lust, beg to cum, plead Toby to release his cum from his boiling nuts.
Steven was now oozing precum like a faucet and knew he wouldn't stop until he was balls deep in Malcolm's ass.
He stopped Toby just as the young man wanted to suck Malcolm's cock even harder to make him cum, and Steven told the black boy:
"Show me the candle once again!"
Malcolm panted to catch his breath, but he could concentrate enough to perform several of the positions the boys wanted to see once again. They even helped him, fondled him, pushed him a little, until he, in the end, was folded in half again, this time his legs supported by his knees, so his wide spread ass was available for Steven's tongue.
Steven tormented Malcolm with his madly skilled tongue, while Toby made him push his dick back into his own mouth. He held Malcolm down so his dick oozed pre all over his lips, making him taste it, but not lick it or suck it.
Soon Malcolm was begging the boys to let him cum. Steven still licked his ass, tonguefucked it.
Malcolm was in ecstasy.
As he looked up he thought Steven would now fuck his ass. He wanted to cum so badly he would have taken a baseball bat or a full fist. He was delirious.
But the boys let Malcolm relax again and made him lay back flat, his rockhard black cock pointing up in the air.
" Please man, jerk me off! Suck my dick.... or let me jerk myself. Just lemme cum, please! Just make me cum!"
Since they did not want Malcolm to be in control and jerk himself off , the boys now cuffed his hands, giggling madly, using pink frilly toy-cuffs held together by a chain that was now pulled across under the table. All the black athlete could do was laying back, his arms wide open.
Malcolm was helpless as they started to lick and pinch his nipples. His dick reacted, oozed pre, jumped and pumped with his heartbeat, standing proudly, pointing up to the ceiling like rocket ready to launch.
Again he was just about to cum when they used pain to stop him . The sharp teeth of crocodile clamps bit into his pointy nipples and made him scream out and struggle, but in vain.
Toby smiled down at him and said:
"Poor boy. You are lucky that your cock will now be straddled by me, filling my tight ass!"
He smiled sadistically as he started to finger Malcolm's cock, greased him up with KY. While he did so, Steven was licking Malcolm's balls again.
" Aurghmmm please...! Lemme cum...! You can fuck me , please, you can use a dildo... just make me cum!"
Malcolm could not think straight any more. Toby had just told him he was going to sit on his black boy's cock and milk him dry with his anal muscles, but the delirious nurse didn't pay attention. Steven's tongue licked his nuts, while Toby climbed up on the low platform and slowly lowered himself down on Malcolm's well greased shaft.
Toby's ass-ring expanded slowly while he slid down on the fat black rod. His ass massaged Malcolm's shaft till he again went almost crazy with animalistic lust.
" Oh God yes! Please lemme cum! I do anything you want... pleaseeee lemme cum!" Malcolm tried to pump his hips up, but Toby was in full control.
" Yes my boy.... I will let you cum .. just hold still a little longer...."
"Auurghmm yesssss.yess.yes.ye..urghmm.uhm.uhm.urgh.......UUUUHMMMM" Malcolm screamed as he came. Only seconds after Toby was starting to ride his new playmate, the black dick spurted his load, filled Toby's tight ass with cum.
Malcolm didn't count, but Toby did. The black boy shot 10 squirts of cum, all into the white boy's ass.
Much to Malcolm's surprise the two lovers did the same trick from the afternoon again, this time Steven pushing his solid dick into Toby's ass while Malcolm's rod was still in. Again the tightness of the young ass and the steady rubbing of the invading dick did the trick, and it took Steven only minutes until he came hard, triggering an unbelievable cumshot from Toby.
The three of them slowed down, panting, sweating, moaning. As Steven pulled his dick out of Toby's well filled ass with an audible 'Plop', they started to giggling madly.
While the three young lovers took a nice relaxing shower, Dylan and Benny, accompanied by Dr. Ian, rode an elevator.
Dylan just knew they were leaving for the Hamptons.
A waiting limousine, a Rolls-Royce driven by a chauffeur, clearly showed the CD license plates of the Embassy of the Kingdom of Ras-al-Haroun.
Dylan was overwhelmed again, but Benny, seemingly not in the least surprised, just passed the driver who held the door open and jumped right in. She already had ridden in this car once, as she was brought back from the tea-party at Mrs. Miller Penthouse, and she knew that the man driving the car was nice.
Once inside she turned and sat, wagging her tail, clearly suggesting time was of essence. Her young owner took a deep breath and got in the vehicle as well. The majestic Rolls-Royce lost most of its intimidating aura after a little Bulldog had jumped in, and Ian followed suit, beaming widely.
He knew what was planned, and he also knew Dylan would get the surprise of his life.
As the car started, Dylan at first just seemed to drink in the plush leather and polished wood of the interior, while Dr. Austin petted Benny. Soon however, Dylan asked:
"Where are we going?" The car drove down 5th avenue, following it down south, taking a left turn into 8th street and a right on to Broadway, leaving Dylan totally puzzled.
" You want to take the 478 through the tunnel?" he asked loud enough for the driver to hear it, but the man seemed to ignore him as he followed Broadway. Dylan sat back again, looking at Ian, but he knew his lover was no native New Yorker so he simply trusted the chauffeur to know his way.
The Broadway, especially here, way down south on the island, was not the direct way to the Hamptons, but Dylan trusted Ian to know what was planned.
He got nervous again though, as the driver still followed Broadway as they passed Bowling Green, now definitely not heading the right way. Now they were deep in the Financial District, and Dylan had no idea anymore where they were going, as the car followed Broadway till it ended and the now followed State Street, with the famous Battery Park to their right.
By now Dylan had a suspicion as to what was happening, and as he saw the water to his right and the FDR Drive emerging from the tunnel to his left, he knew Ian had gone crazy.
They stopped at the Heliport.
A black and silver Sikorsky VH-3D Seaking, the same type of helicopter that carries the President, waited for them.
It was not 'Marine One' , but Ahmed had assured his friend Ian that the helicopter of the King was newer than the one for the President, and had 'all the usual refinements'. As Ahmed saw the question in the surgeons' eyes, he had just said: " Don't ask!" and Ian had smiled: ' Don't tell!"