Keepers of the Flame Chapter 7
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Chapter Seven
Seven days of near silence. I'm glad to be leaving this place for a week. The only conversation I could get out of Claude is `yes, sir' or `no, sir'. He makes his noise at night, between the slapping flesh sounds and the squeaking bedsprings; the youngster was horny as a fourteen-point buck. Two days ago, I'd sent him down to work on a loose board on the landing right after lunch and when I peeked down the hatch on his progress, he was wailing away at it then, squirting his essentials into the sea in broad daylight. His back was to me so I couldn't see what he was working with, big or small.
Around 9:00am I spotted Dooley's boat on the horizon. I went in and finished packing my leave bag and went down to the landing. I told Claude while I was gone, he was to do whatever Davy told him. `Yes, sir' was all he said. I helped tie Dooley's boat off, then handed Davy's bag to Claude and told him to fetch it topside. While he was gone, I filled Davy in on the character of the lad and his antics. Davy laughed and said he'd handle it just fine, then he got serious.
"Sam, I spoke with Mr. Mason while I was in town" he said.
"Have you taken leave of your senses, boy, that man is a rapist" I whispered in his ear.
"There's more to the story, Sam" he said, "Red said his advances were due to the drink in part, but also because you are apparently the spitting image of his old partner who drowned in the bay. At any rate, he wanted me to tell you he'd like to apologize and perhaps be friends, if you'd allow him."
"I don't know. I won't go seeking him out; if we run into each other...we'll see" I said.
Dooley coughed loudly, as if to remind me he was here and ready to get on with his day.
"Very well, I'm coming Dooley" I said, I turned back to Davy "Watch yourself with that one up there, he may bore you to death. I'll see you in a week."
"'bye Sam" Davy said, and began climbing the ladder. I untied Dooley's boat and stepped in and we set off for the mainland.
As soon as Davy got up top, Claude started chattering, talking to him about everything. His demeaner was quite the opposite from what Sam had described. Davy figured Sam was having a joke on him about the boy being so quiet and boring. Claude seemed to be full of life and more familiar than most boys his age; always touching and standing close to Davy. When they had dinner that night Davy listened as the boy talked about his first week at the light. Claude's brown eyes sparkled and there was something special about the way the lamp light danced over the boy's wavy brown hair. When they turned in for the night Davy heard slapping noises, he was very familiar with; his dick went stiff immediately. After a minute or so, he decided that he would try to rub himself as well, otherwise he'd get no sleep tonight. Subconsciously he fell into a matching rhythm with the boy in the other room. As he heard the squeaking bedsprings, he pulled himself faster and when Claude quietly sucked in a big breath he did as well, spilling his seed all over his stomach. He reached into the drawer of the nightstand and retrieved the cloth and wiped off, put it back and turned over determined to get to sleep. When Davy began to wake in the gray hours of the following morning, the first thing he became aware of was the sound of slapping flesh. Again? he thought. This may really be a long week.
When I got to the city, I made my way to the Battle House hotel and booked my room for the week. Once settled, I set out to take care of some errands. I went down my list: new trousers from the clothier; my current ones had seen better days, then to the bookstore where I found a novel, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, that I thought looked interesting. With my arms full of packages, I walked into a café to get a bite of lunch. No sooner had I taken my seat than, across the room I saw the rapist himself. He was sitting alone; seemed to be waiting on his food to arrive. The waiter came over and handed me a menu and asked what I'd have to drink. When I spoke to order a beer, Red heard my voice and looked up. He spoke to the waiter and then got up and came over to my table.
"Do you mind if I sit with you to eat?" he asked.
"I don't know" I said, "our last two encounters didn't go so well."
He looked down and started to walk away.
"Karl. I didn't say I'd not eat with you" I said.
He turned and sat down opposite me.
"I'm sorry about what happened" he said, "I truly am. I don't think this is the place to discuss such matters, but I'd like to explain myself and make amends."
"You must think I'm crazy if you think I'd go anywhere private with you" I said.
"Again, I'm truly sorry" he said quietly.
When the waiter came back with our beers, I asked if it would be possible for us to move to a sidewalk table. He happily showed us out to the patio where only one other table was occupied. We picked the table on the opposite side of the area.
"I'd imagine we have a few minutes till the food arrives, make your case" I said.
"Fine. I'll try" he said. "My friend Stanley and I had certain...proclivities. Stanley would play the part of the shy, retiring young man. He would rebuff my advances and push me away and tell me no. It was all part of the playing we did. In the end he would either submit willingly or I would take him by force. The night you and I were together, after the drinks, when I looked at you all I could see is Stanley. When you were trying to stop me, I was in my character I used with Stanley. My mind was muddled and I forgot myself. Again, I'm sorry. Let me show you something..."
He pulled from a coat pocket a small ambrotype of a man. He handed it to me and at once I could see that the man did indeed look very similar to me; the man could have been my brother. I began to see how this all came to be. I handed him the image back as the waiter came out with our food on a cart and started setting the plates for us. Quietly, we ate our meal and drank our beers. I thought about what he said and, strangely, it began to excite me especially since Davy had shown me how pleasant being taken could be.
"Very well. I understand your story, it still doesn't relieve you of your guilt" I said.
"I know, but if you'll allow me, I'd like to make amends" he said.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"Quid pro quo" he said, with a blush on his fate.
"Do you mean?..." I began.
"Yes, if you want" he said, cutting me off.
"Let me go drop off my packages and we'll discuss this more over a drink at that men's club of yours" I suggested.
"Meet me there in an hour?" he asked.
"I'll see you then" I said.
I wondered if I was doing the right thing. I thought about it all the way back to the hotel. I put my packages in my room and poured a basin of water to wash up before going to meet Karl. I couldn't believe that I was even actually considering meeting him, but I figured that the men's club was at least a somewhat safe place to meet.
An hour later, despite some reluctance and misgivings, I headed out for the men's club. Red met me outside the door and we walked in together to the bar. Red ordered us both glasses of aged scotch whiskey. After the drink, I loosened up a little. It was actually me who suggested we go to the steam room. Being mid-afternoon, most of the patrons were still at work. The attendant gave us each a towel and we undressed and put our clothes into cubbies in the changing room. We entered the steam room and found ourselves alone. Red dribbled a little water over the hot rocks and sat beside me on the wooden bench. As he sat his towel opened a little and his snake peeked out between the folds. Despite my not wanting to be aroused, I found the head of my penis tapping on the underside of my towel. We sat and chatted until we were drenched with sweat.
"Time to cool down" he said.
We exited the steam room and went quickly into the pool area, where we dropped our towels and dived into the cool water. Once again, we found ourselves alone. Red swam to the corner of the pool nearest the door and propped on the edge facing the door. I swam up behind him and stopped behind him with my cock pressed into his crack. There was no pulling away, he meant to keep his word. We listened a minute to make sure we didn't hear any footsteps or voices. I spread his cheeks with my left hand and moved my cock up and down within his crack until I found his indentation. Again, we stopped and listened; nothing. I pushed forward and was met with a lot of resistance. I persevered and finally breached him; he let out a little yelp. I stayed still for a minute, feeling him squeeze and squeeze around the neck of my dick. What felt like an eternity later, I felt him push out and I slipped in all the way to my hair patch. He let out a deep groan. I could tell he was honest about not ever being a receiver before. I took my time and waited for him to get comfortable while we still listened for any sounds outside the room. When he reached back and pulled me to him, I knew he was ready and I started to make motions inside him. He was so excruciatingly tight on my member, I felt like I wouldn't be able too last long. Throwing caution to the wind, I grabbed both his shoulders and jammed my cock into him over and over as fast and deep as I could. The sounds of his pained groans were music to my vengeful ears. A few more thrusts and I buried myself into him deep and unloaded my seed. I felt him shudder and could see the water splashing up from the motions he was making with his right arm beneath the water. In a minute he threw his head back and blew out a huge breath. Ropes of white floated up around his torso. I pulled out and swam a lap to wash the sticky substance away. We climbed out of the pool, dried off and got dressed.
"Are we even now?" he asked.
"Consider it settled" I replied.
The second day with Claude was just as taxing for Davy as the first. First thing this morning, he'd heard the young man relieving his tension for the second time in only a handful of hours. As the day progressed, Davy began to feel like he could get no peace. He'd found a dozen jobs for Claude to do and he'd have them done so quickly Davy scarcely had time to take a breath.
He'd sent Claude up to clean the lightroom and the lens, thinking that should keep him busy a while. He sat down and sipped at a cup of coffee and after a while he had to get up to take a piss. He walked over the rail and hauled out his peter and let his stream loose, no sooner than he'd started did Claude show up beside him
"I'll join you. I was about to burst, myself" he said cheerfully.
Davy tried to ignore him but he couldn't help but notice that there was no stream joining his. He looked down and Claude's member was pointing at the sky; the foreskin pulled well back behind the head. Davy went to tuck his back inside his trousers, but Claude's hand was faster. Claude took hold of the swelling appendage and started to give it playful tugs until Davy's state matched his own.
"I thought you needed to piss" Davy said.
"Nah, I went before I came over here. I was watching you, waiting until you had to go" he said grinning like a possum.
"All right. Now what?" Davy said.
In response the boy slunk down onto his knees and his mouth covered Davy's glans. His tongue swirled around the head and he sucked making a vacuum before pulling off the dick with a loud pop. Well, this is an interesting turn of events, Davy thought. Claude took his time and gave Davy quite the tongue bath before diving back onto the cock; this time taking fully half the length. On the third time, Davy felt the tightness of the boy's throat as his dick bent to go into Claude's neck. Claude's nose found a new resting place in Davy's brown nest of hair. As Claude continued his ministrations, Davy's hands had a death grip on the handrail. Davy's dick found and lost purchase in the boy's throat repeatedly until, with one last pop, Davy began to spew his fluid straight into the neck of the sweating boy. When Claude pulled off of his dick, he showed Davy the mouthful of creamy fluid he'd been able to save. He only held if for a moment before swallowing. He proceeded to run his thumb on the underside of Davy's dick, milking out every last drop he could, until Davy finally pushed him away. Davy started to ask if the boy wanted a turn, but that was before he saw the lines of slimy semen that the boy had shot out between Davy's feet on the wooden boards.
This week of training was turning out to be very interesting. He wondered how Sam was faring. Later that night, when it was time for bed, the two set the light and Davy went into the guest room to join his trainee. No point in just listening to him jack off again.
Lambodara 4/28/21
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