Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of homosexual acts, go somewhere else.
Copyright c 2001 by Orrin C. Rush. All rights reserved.
Neither this story nor any parts of it may be distributed electronically or in any other manner without the express, written consent of the author.
This is a work of fiction, any resemblance of the characters to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence and not intended. They are all products of the author's imagination.
THE LIFEGUARD
Chapter 66
I called Tina from the plane to alert the troops. She wanted details but I didn't have any to give.
Eric and I were glued to the tube when the anchorman's sonorous tones started.
"Today a unique case developed in San Francisco. For the first time ever, a civilian was arrested for bribing a ranking member of the military for a non-military matter." They switched to a film clip. "Here we see prominent San Francisco Banker Edgar Atherton under arrest by Federal Marshalls for paying an Army Commander a reported million dollar bribe to stop a residential development in California's Silicon Valley. Reportedly, 'National Security' was used as the basis for filing an objection to the project without any authorization from the Pentagon."
"The scheme was unearthed by a Subcommittee of the Senate Armed Services Committee chaired by California's Senior Senator. No motive for Atherton's actions has been disclosed. Arraignment is scheduled for tomorrow.
"The Commander is already scheduled for Court Martial and faces a rather lengthy prison term and restitution. The money reportedly is in offshore accounts in the Bahamas."
The station went to commercial.
"I'll be goddamed," I said in shock.
"Never thought he'd have the balls," Eric commented. "He's out of his league, anyway."
"Well, it wasn't that old fart from North Carolina, anyway. Good thing we didn't accuse him even though it seemed so obvious.
"At least we were kept out of it," Eric said. "I wonder how they nailed old Edgar?"
"We might find out when he comes to trial. Anyway, it's over for the moment."
"I really don't care about old Edgar, what I want is some of my MAN!" Eric said, sliding over and putting his arm around me. "How was New York?"
"Interesting, but that can wait, I want a little of MY man," I said wrapping my arms around him. "Two nights is a long time," I moaned. "I just want to hold you and feel you."
"Feel this," he said, moving my hand to his crotch.
"That too," I giggled.
"What're we waiting for?"
I was painfully hard by the time we got to the bedroom. Clothes came off fast and we were on the bed kissing passionately. We needed each other badly. Frequently we went two, even three days, without making love, but being geographically separated made me, at least, desperate for his body.
On my hands and knees, he penetrated me slowly. As each inch went in I gasped in pleasure. I gasped a LOT. He reached under and stroked me with his lubed hand, bringing me along at the same speed he was progressing, my hips slamming back to meet his every stroke.
I flew over the edge without warning, losing control for how long I don't know, ending up flat on my stomach with Eric still pounding away. His groans told me he was there. He stiffened and shook, his hips spasmed as he pumped me full, then more and more and more, finally subsiding and depositing additional shots as each aftershock hit.
We lay there semi-conscious, waiting until he softened and pulled out. It took a while before we were lucid.
"We forgot dinner," he mumbled, "but I'll take this anytime instead."
We took a shower, then, reinvigorated, conned Rene into fixing us something to eat.
We talked about my New York experiences. Eric agreed that I should forget about the nasty remarks made at the Micron meeting. LR wasn't in jeopardy. All the "guys" were behind us, and if the issue went to the stockholders, we were solid, particularly with his and Spence's shares firmly in our corner.
When I told him that Maurice and Sheila were ready to expand, he too started laughing. "Even sooner than you predicted," he giggled. "What'd you tell them?"
"I sidestepped, said I had to talk to you. They're looking at LA or Vegas."
"Why Vegas?"
I repeated the story they'd told me. Eric agreed with me, LA first.
Next came Coast Hills. I told him how impressed I was with the progress they were making.
"Damn," he giggled, "I almost 'outed' myself when you showed up! It'll come out eventually, but I'm still a little concerned how Clint'll take it. He's so goddam macho, and Rick and I are convinced that he's the man for the job."
"You be the judge," I told him. "Have you accomplished all that in two weeks?"
"Yep, but those are the easy phases. It's the next ones that have Rick and me worried. Subcontractors for the next parts are notoriously unpredictable and unreliable, working when they feel like it, not when it's needed. We're trying to get around this problem by hiring tradesmen ourselves, and making them adhere to the schedule. We should know in the next few weeks if that's gonna work."
"Are they Union trades?"
"Some are, some aren't. We're trying to hire all non-union. We've got a lot to offer, long-term job security, good pay and working conditions, so we're hoping to have the whole project union free."
"Just be careful of those guys," I warned.
"Hey Dad, we got room for Spence and Dirk in our plane?" Annie asked.
"I think so, why?"
"Spence's part of the wedding party. Didn't you know that?"
"No, I didn't."
"Hans asked him to be one of his groomsmen a long time ago. I'm surprised Spence hasn't said anything," she said.
"We'll make room for them," I told her, "and there'll be another one, my uncle John is going with us."
"Does he have a room?"
"In Hamburg."
"Forget THAT, he can stay at the Castle with us. I'll take care of it."
The time was getting close and chaos reigned. Even though we'd only be gone a week, Eric and Rick wanted to make sure that everything ran smoothly in their absence. I tried to get them to ease up. "This will be a good test for Clint," I told them, but nevertheless I was proud of their dedication.
I flew up to Sacramento to pick up Uncle John. He was delighted that I came myself. His first words were "Where's Eric?"
"Somebody in the family has to work," I joked. "He's working on a housing project we're doing in Silicon Valley, but he comes home every night."
"I like that boy," he pronounced.
"I do too," I laughed.
"You have quite a family, David, it's too bad so many of the rest of the family are missing out."
"Are any of them coming to Germany?"
"No, they're scared to death. Royalty! for gods sake! They wouldn't know how to act."
"They're no different, you'll see. You're staying at the Castle with us, you know."
"Now you're making me nervous!" he laughed.
That evening, Eric came roaring in still in his "uniform", shorts, t-shirt and boots, looking like he'd been playing in the dirt. He gave me a kiss, then without hesitation, Uncle John a big hug, then ran to the showers.
"Never paid much attention to men, David, but that boy is one outstanding specimen," was his droll comment.
We were leaving the next morning, so activity reached a fever pitch. Eric, Uncle John and I sat in the den and watched.
Uncle John's favorite subject was the railroad. Since that was Eric's baby, they really had fun. When Eric brought out the stock certificates that had once been in the family, Uncle John told us the whole history of what actually happened.
The three of us went to bed early, the rest would be up for hours. Since we didn't know what to expect at the Castle, Eric wanted to "bank" a little lovemaking.
Metalco Flight Operations had never been so busy. The wide- body charter was parked on the tarmac along with the Gulfstream. Our plane, which usually looked rather impressive, looked like a mosquito next to that behemouth.
The charter would take off first, so Eric and I went over to talk to arriving passengers. Damn, there were a lot of good looking men going aboard. The beaches wouldn't be too safe for the next few days. (Neither would the men be in Hamburg!)
We watched the charter fly down the runway and out of sight. Our group was all aboard, so we climbed on too. For the first time, the plane was full, all but one seat was taken.
Jacques and Joey, the stewards, were serving coffee. I knew that Jacques had carefully planned all the meals they would serve, and had made arrangements for our return too.
The plane, though full, was still roomy and comfortable.
Everyone was grouped, talking. What surprised me most was that Spence and Dirk were in animated conversation with Uncle John.
Every transatlantic trip was long, this one no different. The level of excitement was so high that there wasn't much sleeping.
Even though it was contrary to protocol, Hans was waiting, sweeping Annie off her feet when she came down the steps. A huge cheer went up. Looking around, the fences were lined, several deep.
Dan was on hand to sort everybody out, those going to the castle and those going to a hotel in Hamburg. He'd really have his hands full when the big plane arrived.
The "Castle contingent" piled into limos and off we went in a convoy with motorcycle escorts.
The sign said Koenigsburg 8 KM. I looked, and sure enough, could see the castle sitting on a hilltop in the distance.
We passed through the village, the streets lined with well wishers. A guard in a colorful medieval-looking uniform opened the huge iron gates. It was still another half mile to the castle itself.
Schloss Koenigsburg, like many of the castles along the Rhine, was a mass of round towers and turrets surrounding the keep. It had been as carefully restored as Windsor, looking almost new!
We crossed the bridge over the moat, went through the portcullis in the outer wall into a huge court. Directly ahead was the massive entrance, but we turned and circled the building. Another door, not much less impressive, was open and Hans' family were all waiting.
It was a happy reunion, and as soon as all the hugging and handshaking and introductions were taken care of, an army of servants took us to our rooms.
"There's a schedule in every room," Annie hollered at us.
Our "room" was actually a suite. Sitting room, bedroom, opening out on one of the battlements, a butler's pantry and a huge bathroom.
"This place really is straight out of a fairy tale," Eric said in awe. "I know, you'll want to explore every square inch, can I come too?" he asked in his little boy voice.
"Yeah," I drawled, leering. "Maybe we can even get into a little trouble in the dungeon, bet they've even got some irons we can use," I said licking my lips.
"Don't scare me!" he said, giggling.
Eric looked around our rooms while I read the schedule. The only thing on the docket was dinner at 8:00 in the "Family Dining Room."
I answered the knock on the outer door. It was Sarah. "See you made it," she said, giving me a hug. Eric came in and gave her his usual enthusiastic hug.
"Well, are you guys all ready?" I asked her.
"I think so. We never could have pulled it off without all the help. Lotti was a godsend, and the Captain of the Guard took over all the pageantry. Maurice has taken over the kitchen."
"Have you known Lotti a long time?" Eric asked.
"About 20 years," Sarah said, "When I first met Lotti and Otto, Hans and Kurt were babies. I've always had a soft spot for Hans, he's such an adorable boy. I've got to admit, I wasn't playing matchmaker intentionally last fall, it just happened. I couldn't be happier, though."
"I'm kind of happy too," I said. "Annie needs somebody like him, full of life."
Sarah left us to get some rest. Afterall, we had hardly slept on the way over.
Dinner was an informal buffet. The "Family dining room" could handle 50, easily. I wondered what the "regular" rooms would be like.
We loaded up with food then found seats. I looked around, and there was Uncle John near the end of the table in a deep conversation...with Sarah! I elbowed Eric and nodded in their direction. Eric looked and started giggling.
Spence, sitting on the other side of me, was giggling too. "We've lost him," he moaned quietly, "I know he's straight, but this fast?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"He's the neatest guy, but he's been talking with Sarah all afternoon. We want him back!" he giggled. "Oh well, John's invited us to come visit him. He's gonna take us to see his farm, and we've already decided to go. He doesn't know who we are, and we'd sure like to keep it that way."
"My lips are sealed," I assured him, "but good luck!"
After dinner, we retired to the "Family" salon. It was no less impressive than the other family rooms.
Hans came over to sit with us for a minute. "I hear you're interested in castles," he said to me.
"An old fascination," I admitted.
"I'll take you both on a tour tomorrow if you want to," he offered.
I agreed immediately with Eric bobbing his head. "One thing I haven't heard anything about," I told him, "is where you're going on your honeymoon."
"It's been a big secret, that's why. Don't want the press following us. I think we have them 'decoyed' though. We're really flying to a small village in Greece where we have a boat waiting. Our family boat is waiting in Cannes and will sail at the correct time and go in circles. That oughta keep 'em guessing for a while!"
Otto came over for a while too, his jovial, happy self. He was the perfect host.
We excused ourselves early and Uncle John followed us out. Once in the passageway to our rooms, he said "Such nice people. I didn't expect anything like this."
"Most of them are like family to us," Eric commented.
"Another thing," Uncle John said kind of sheepishly, "Sarah's asked me to escort her to the ceremony on Sunday."
"Well good for you," I told him.
"Be good!" Eric teased, "she's my second mother!"
The only one who had anything to do that day was Jacques. He'd volunteered to press shirts and suits for all the men in our group.
We waited around for Hans to go on the castle tour, but when he didn't show up, we asked and got permission to wander down to the village. Before we knew it, Uncle John, Spence and Dirk had joined us. We made sure the guard at the front gate remembered us so we could get back in.
I'm willing to bet that at any other time, Koenigsburg would be just another sleepy quaint village. It just didn't seem to be a tourist mecca. That day, the sidewalks were jammed with people, and all the trinket shops were jammed to capacity.
These people were entrepreneurs and "Annie and Hans" were the words of the day. Just about every imaginable thing had "Annie and Hans" painted on it as a souvenir. Anything with their monogram on it was priced outrageously, but that didn't keep them from flying off the shelves.
I kidded Eric about finding the one in the worst taste to buy. We went to work looking. Eric found it, a horse-drawn carriage with Annie and Hans waving, all in godawful colors, very poorly molded out of plastic. "I've gotta have this one, even if it does cost a hundred bucks," Eric said, laughing. "Look at this," he said holding it upside down. Sure enough, there on the bottom it said "Made in Taiwan."
We wandered around until the crowds got to us, then trudged back up the hill. Hans found me and apologised for not being around to take us on the tour. "Don't worry, you guys will be back here many times, and we can take our time."
We talked about the village and how crowded it was. "Wait'll tomorrow," Hans said, "they're expecting at least 50,000 to 100,000 more!"
Other guests were arriving at the castle, Hans' relatives, and royalty from all over Europe who were also related. We were introduced to all, and found most, particularly the younger ones, to be as informal as Hans. My gaydar went off like a klaxon when I met a drop-dead gorgeous Danish prince, something later confirmed by Eric.
The "rehearsal" amounted to a very quick walk-through, supervised by the wedding Direktor, who worried more about the cadence Annie and I used walking down the aisle than anything else. The Great Hall was cavernous, and was totally filled with seating. Annie told me that all the upper galleries were filled with seats too. The whole thing didn't last long, and there was no big formal dinner afterwards.
After eating and socializing, we turned in early at Eric's insistence. The looks he'd been giving me made it clear that he was horny as hell. So was I, so we went right to work taking care of that condition.
The wedding breakfast was a big deal, attended by everyone staying at the castle. Afterward, I had a chance to talk to Annie privately. She seemed to be holding up well, no second thoughts, no cold feet. She was just anxious to get the whole thing over with.
Jacques was all over us while we dressed. I sure as hell wasn't familiar with this formal outfit I was putting on, and his help was actually necessary. The tie was weird, but it all came together with the cutaway coat. I had, however, balked at the hat. I don't wear hats, regardless.
Eric could be seated at any time, depending upon how long he wanted to sit and wait. I was part of the pageant and had to wait until the proper moment to make my entrance with Annie. Eric chose to wait with me as long as possible.
Madame Direktor put us in a holding room near the entrance. At least the seats were comfortable. On our way in, we got a peek at the Great Hall. It was packed and the ushers were now taking everyone up to the galleries.
I assumed that all the TV crews were in place. Annie had told me that there would be only three cameras, feeding to a pool of the world's major networks. I knew that they would probably get pictures of me, either walking down the aisle or at the altar, but I certainly wasn't going to try to hide or duck them - even if I could.
The time was approaching. Eric was led off, and I was told to be ready. I met Annie in the foyer. The two things I noticed were her beaming face and the enormous train on her dress. There were two little train bearers, so I didn't worry about that. I carefully gave her a hug and we got into position.
The march started and so did we. The crowd rose and the music soared.
We made it to the altar without either of us tripping. I said my bit then turned Annie over to Hans. Returning to the front pew, I felt the most reassuring thing - Eric's hand on my knee, squeezing.
Since the ceremony was conducted in German and I couldn't understand a word, it seemed to last forever. The only way I knew it was over is when Hans and Annie kissed, turned and headed back up the aisle.
We followed. At the doorway, an open, horse-drawn carriage awaited. The carriage itself was a piece of art, carved walnut glistening richly. Koenigsburg Guards were everywhere in their colorful uniforms. Twenty or more, mounted on brown horses preceded the carriage with that many more following. Many more on foot stood beside it, all in formation.
Annie and Hans climbed aboard, the train bearers getting her train tucked in, and they were off for a tour of the village. We'd see it all later on TV.
The rest of the guests were shepherded around the side and out the postern gate to the park outside the walls for the reception. Eric and I followed.
Soon after everyone found seats and got settled down, the wine started flowing. When the carriage delivered Hans and Annie back to the party, they were both flushed with excitement.
They were passed around the families for hugs and kisses, then we all sat down to the fabulous meal Maurice had prepared.
This was a sedate, formal affair, so the music was classical and there wasn't any dancing. Eating and toasts to the bride and groom only.
Annie and Hans dispensed with all the other formalities, changed clothes and departed on a helicopter. The wedding was over and Eric and I had a chance to mingle with the guests. The Texans were there in force. We had a chance to talk with the Micron guys and their wives, and tons of lifeguards who wanted us to go "party" with them in Hamburg that night.
We decided to stay home at the castle and keep a low profile. It also gave us a good opportunity to get to know some of the other guests staying there, ending up sitting around drinking some wonderful German wines.
Not surprisingly, Spence and Dirk were in conversation with the Danish prince, and they asked us to join them. Olaf was not only nice to look at, but a very informed, witty talker. I got a chuckle out of watching the five gay men in the room discussing international finance!
We got up early to say goodbye to the Koenigsburgs, and were on our way back to Hamburg then home.
The minute we touched down, Eric and Rick were anxious to head north to check on Coast Hills, but Tina and I talked them into waiting until the following morning.
Uncle John was also anxious to get home, so he and I dropped the boys off, then went on to Sacramento. On the way, he told me what a wonderful time he'd had, and literally gushed about all the people he'd met, Sarah, Spence and Dirk in particular. He'd invited the boys to come visit him and hoped that they'd show up, and Sarah had invited him to her "houseparty" in France, and he was seriously considering going. "We're going for a week this year, I think," I told him. "Want to go with us?"
He also heaped an embarassing amount of praise on Eric. Of course, I beamed. Approval from a member of my family meant more to me than I ever expected.
Eric came home that evening all smiles. He couldn't wait to tell me how well everything had gone in their absence. "I'm pretty confident that Clint can handle everything," he said. "I'm going to stay away a lot more."
"About time," I grumbled then laughed. Eric stuck his tongue out at me.
"We should have the first full cycle complete in another seven weeks," he said. "That should tell us what we've missed or done wrong. If everything goes as planned, both Rick and I think Clint can pretty much carry it from there with only maybe weekly checks from one of us."
"When are you going to start selling?"
"As soon as we have a hundred complete, we're going to open the Sales Office. That'll be about 17 weeks, shortly after Christmas, if everything pans out."
"Then what?"
"If they sell like they should, Clint wants to start another team, doubling production, but this group working on a different price range.
"Oh," he continued, "Dean's working on the first phase of the high-rise apartments. The first of those should be ready to lease in about a year."
"Does this all mean that I'm going to get some of your time?" I asked.
"A little, but the foundation's School Program kicks off next week, and I want to be there for the first presentation. It's gonna be someplace in LA. Wanna go?"
"You betcha."
We watched a tape of the ABC Special "Annie and Hans". It was a lot more tasteful than I expected. Inside the Great Hall, the focus was on Annie, showing the two of us going down the aisle, but barely showing me at all. No closeups, and only a brief shot of me as I walked from the altar to my seat. The ceremony itself was close-captioned in English, with the majority of the coverage their carriage ride through the village. Knowing that this was MY little girl made me kind of misty.
The five new busses were delivered to our parking lot. They were really nice, fully self contained for the troupe of six and the driver. There were bunks for all seven and a spare, a sitting area, a small kitchen, a complete bathroom, and just about every other convenienience. They were painted white with "Lifeguard" painted in huge letters across the sides.
The first performance was scheduled at a High School in Burbank in the morning, then another that day in Glendale, with a whole week's performances planned in the LA area.
George, President of the Foundation, Eric and I were driving over early in the morning where we'd be meeting Al and many of the others who'd contributed to the program. We wanted to see how the kids reacted, and the others wanted to see if any "fine tuning" was necessary.
On the trip over, George told us about the Scholarship Program. For this school year, we had just over 600 that would receive tuition grants, with quite a few of those also receiving other stipends. He was enormously proud of our initial success.
I had a lot of questions on how they were determining if these were all genuine hardship cases caused by family "disownment" over sexual orientation. George gave me an outline of their procedures that satisfied me. They weren't 100% foolproof, but they were designed to weed out those who were just looking for a free ride.
We found Al and Rick, who were trying not to be noticed. Rick had been of enormous help finding cast members.
Finding our way into the auditorium, we found seats with some of the faculty. The kids came in, the place filled quickly and the presentation got off on schedule.
The music got their attention immediately and the presentation held them. It went off without a hitch. Flawless. "I think we got our message across," Eric whispered to me.
It seemed to me that the kids were reluctant to leave. That was probably because they had to go back to class, though.
All of our group was impressed with the performance, and the school officials I overheard were favorably impressed, too. At the exits, it seemed the kids were picking up a lot of the literature that the cast was handing out. Hopefully they'd at least glance at it before trashing it. One small card had a toll-free number on it that anybody could call if they had a question. ANY question, and the lines were staffed with counselors who were thoroughly trained. It would be interesting to see if that was used much, and what the questions were.
We congregated in the parking lot, a pretty happy group.
"If they all go like that, I believe we've got a real winner," George gushed.
"I intend to get around and check out some of the other troupes, see how they're doing," Eric commented.
"Some people from the office will be doing that too," George said.
Al and Rick were beaming. They were, afterall, responsible for making the whole thing come together.
Eric and I heaped well-deserved praise on everyone who'd helped. There were quite a few, and some of them were still trying to talk Eric into a screen test.
Eric wanted to take a run up to check out the Coast Hills project before we took off for Colorado, and wanted me to go along. Of course, he successfully twisted my arm.
Even from the air, it was obvious that the project was growing. At the opposite end of the growing number of houses, the steel skeletons of the apartments were rising.
We loaded our stuff in Eric's Jeep, and Headed for the project. I couldn't resist resting my hand on my sexy man's thigh during the ride.
Once inside the gate, we drove up the street where they'd started. Houses were beginning to look "complete", at least on the exterior. I was impressed with the fact that they certainly didn't look like "tract" houses. Each was totally different and had an individual personality. "We'll come back and look some of them over on the inside," Eric assured me.
We wound around several streets until we reached the place where they were preparing foundations, the starting point. "When we finish up these, it'll be a total of 210, and we'll be ready to start selling," he said. "Of course, by then, as many more will be started."
"What price range will these be in?" I asked.
"$375 to $425,000," he answered.
We drove through a vacant section to where another series of houses were under construction. "This is a higher priced section," Eric said. "Bigger lots, bigger houses, and the prices will range from $600 to $800,000. We're only going to build 140 of these this year."
Big earth-moving equipment was at work everywhere we went. "That's going to be a school," Eric would point out, or "a church" or a "neighborhood center." He also pointed out other features like lakes, parks, firehouses, etc. It was truly going to be a complete community.
Near the center of the property, we reached the Construction Headquarters. There were lumber sheds and warehouses, the area was landscaped so it wouldn't stand out. We pulled up in front of a bustling office structure and got out.
Eric's office was small but adequate. No desk, but tables along one wall strewn with plans, and a table at one end with a computer. It was definitely functional.
We were barely seated when Clint came in. He didn't strut, but he carried an air of authority. He was the boss and not to be fucked with. I understood better Eric's reluctance to let him find out that we were gay.
Clint and Eric got into a discussion about what was going on, thoughtfully stopping to explain things that I may not have understood. The second crew, starting on the larger houses was doing well. It had already become a competition with the first crew, Clint reported.
"Fine," Eric commented, "as long as quality of workmanship doesn't suffer." Clint assured him that it wouldn't.
After Eric had gotten "caught up", we went back to look over the "almost complete" houses. Right off, I noticed many features that made them "special" in my opinion. The rooms seemed spacious, not chopped up into what I'd call "closets". Another thing was the quality of the hardware and fixtures that were installed - all above average, which made a definite impression.
No carpeting was installed, and I asked about that. "It's included," Eric explained, "but we intend to give the buyers a choice and an opportunity to upgrade. With all the options we're offering, move-in will probably be 30 days after sale."
Eric had asked Clint to join us for lunch, so we picked him up and went to a restaurant they'd found. Over lunch, Clint invited us to come to his home "up the Peninsula" the next time we came to town. I accepted for us, thinking it would be interesting to learn more about Mr. Super Macho.
We spent the afternoon looking at the apartment construction. There would be seven "towers", each ten stories tall. The rest would be two story "townhouse" type units, all in a parklike setting.
Three of the towers had the skeletons completed, the floors poured, and were ready for finishing. A large block of the two-story units was underway.
All in all, it was a long and very educational day for me. The project was taking shape and my "boys", Eric and Rick could be justifiably proud.
"Is John expecting us?" I asked Eric.
I talked to him a few days ago, and they're expecting us next week. It looks like everything's going to be ready. The car is going to be parked at the Harborside Metalco plant, and Jacques is ready to take care of everything."
"Take some warm clothes," I warned. "it could get a little nippy."
"Our coach is heated," he informed me, "and we can keep each other warm," he leered.
"Be fun to try," I smiled. "I just don't want to embarass your dad."
"I don't think we could. He's mentioned how well behaved we are, asked why we never showed any affection in front of him or mom."
"What'd you tell him?"
"That there was a time and place..."
"This WILL be your first train ride, though, won't it?"
"Sure will! and I want to do a few other things too," he said, winking.
"Absolutely! but what're we going to do all day?"
"Eat, talk, and we all play bridge."
"Don't forget seeing the sights. It's a different view from the tracks."
It was just like I was getting used to. Eric and Jacques took care of everything. Virtually all I had to do was show up.
The CLP switch engine was scheduled to pick us up at 2:00 Monday afternoon. All five of us were on board, putting our stuff away when we felt the gentle "bump" of the engine.
We went through town to the main station, where we were connected to the "Coaster" commuter train that would take us as far as Los Angeles.
It was a short ride, and we were barely settled by the time we got there. In LA, we were connected to another passenger train that would take us to Denver. The crew showed us how we could cross from the platform at the front of our car to the main part of the train if we wanted to, but noone from the train could get into our car.
Once we had cleared LA, the train picked up speed. Next stop Salt Lake City, sometime the next day, then Denver the following.
Jacques served us drinks and conversation got started. Eric and Ryan started "catching up" and Karl and I talked about just about everything.
Out of the blue, he asked me "What really happened with Georgia and that creep she had with her? It's safe for me to know the whole story now."
I spent the next hour telling him exactly what I'd done. He was amazed, to say the least. I also told him that I'd learned my lesson. In the future, I'd try to avoid problems beforehand instead of trying to "fix" them afterward.
Karl thought that was a very good idea because, technically, if I'd gotten caught, I could have been convicted of kidnapping and false imprisonment.
Jacques cooked and formally served a wonderful dinner. Good wines too. Afterward, he excused himself to take a tour of the rest of the train.
He was gone for over an hour, and reported that he'd made some friends in the dining car. "All they've got is a primitive 'fry kitchen' he sneered. I invited them to come back here sometime tomorrow and see a REAL kitchen...if its all right with you?" he asked Eric, who, of course, gave his OK.
Quite a bit later when we turned in, we learned that our compartment was adequate but certainly not spacious. It was difficult for both of us to undress at the same time, so we took turns. I went first. "we'll pee in the little sink, if we have to during the night," he laughed.
The bed, running lenthwise of the car was also somewhat narrower than the king-size that we were used to. At least it was long enough that we could stretch out.
I pulled Eric in with the most accessible handle, all nine hard inches of it. "Cozy, huh?" he said, snuggling up.
"Gonna get warm," I commented.
"No," he said, "HOT!" as he grabbed and started playing with my dick.
"What've you got in mind, Big Boy?" I asked him.
"I didn't get enough dessert. Think you could help me out?"
"I'll do the best I can, but don't forget, I want some too!"
"I think that'll be an interesting 'first' for our first train ride together."
We kissed and played for a while. Somehow, I ended up with my hand on his bicep, which he flexed. "Lazy fucker," I kidded.
"That wasn't my intention," he said, "but maybe with a little more of that, I can get a second helping," he laughed.
"Might work," I told him. "We've never tried that!"
I was ready and so was he. Now that he could swallow every last fraction of an inch of me, his efforts felt extra wonderful, and it didn't take long for him to get what he wanted. "Delicious," he said, smacking his lips, before leaning down to kiss me.
After a short cooldown, I was eager to get my lips around his tasty meat. I placed my hands, one on top of the other, around his shaft, leaving the head and a couple of inches sticking out the top. This is what I concentrated on.
I wanted a load of his sweet cum, yes, but I also wanted to savor the feeling of having his hot flesh in my mouth for a while too.
I enveloped the head, running my tongue around the rim, then settling on the sweet spot just underneath. I knew that I could bring him to climax just by licking that spot, but I wanted more, and I wanted a really big load.
When I would feel his balls start to rise, I'd let them come up a bit, then stop sucking his cock and lick them for a while. When he'd back off, I'd return to his now rock-hard head for some more enjoyment there. This process was repeated until he murmured "Please!" and I allowed him to ease over.
We'd learned, with the intensity of our orgasms, and the fact that we lost control over our limbs, that it was a good idea to avoid flying elbows and knees, so after he started flailing, I stayed clear, but held onto his dick with my lips until he was drained.
He wanted to go for "seconds", but I was spent.
We rolled over into my favorite position - me spooned into him. The rhythm of the clickety-clack of the rails had us asleep in no time.
To be continued
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